“You can say that. I live not too far away. And you?”
“Oh, I’m not from here. Well, I am now. Or for the next two months.” Seriously? This guy has my tongue all twisted. “I’m staying here for the summer.” There. Gah!
He smiles wider, taking another step closer. For a quick second, I think he’s about to reach for me, when he leans past, grabbing a box of rice off the shelf in front of me. “Well, welcome to the neighborhood…” He pauses.
Oh! “Lucy. The name’s Lucy.” I stick my hand out, and he takes it, shocking me when he brings it to his lips and presses a kiss to the top.
“Pleasure meeting you, Lucy.”
“All right, my darling!” The little lady steps between us, handing me a box. “You’ll make a great meal with these two. Make sure to come back again soon for more seafood.”
I smile at the woman, bringing my eyes back to my new hot friend. “Lobster night.”
“I see.”
Okay, so… “Well, it was nice meeting you, uh...”
“Jax.”
“Got it. Jax. Well, hope to see you around!”
“Oh, I hope so too.” And then, he’s gone. He drops the box of rice on the counter as he walks out and down the beach where he came from.
Tampa dudes are strange.
“This is not what I had in mind.” I stare down at the two live lobsters in the box on my deck. I expected lobster tails, as in, already dead and cut off for me to just sprinkle some salt and pepper and throw on the grill. Did not plan for alive.
“What do I even do with you two?” I’ve never killed anything before. I’m not planning on today being the day I start either. Disappointment smacks me hard. I just spent money on a dinner I’m going to end up putting in my bathtub, naming, and caring for until they outlive their lives. “You look like a Herald.” I point to one. “We’ll call you Bill.”
“Who’s Bill?”
I whip my head up to see Numbers walking up my stairs. He seems to have ditched the suit for a pair of shorts and a white V-neck. If I had a choice, I’d pass on the lobster and have him for dinner.
“Bill, my new pet lobster.” He makes it to the top, his large frame dominating my small deck. He leans down to inspect my box.
“You’re naming your dinner?”
“Well, it’s not my dinner anymore. They’re my pets now. I don’t believe in animal cruelty. So, meet Herald and Bill. They’ll be staying with me for a while.” Like, however long their life—
“Ninety-two years. Give or take a year.”
“Huh?”
“Ninety-two years. How long they’ll live. Imagining they’re matured enough by age five to eight to sell for a decent market price. Their full lifespan is up to one hundred years. If you plan on keeping them as a pet, you’ll have them for another ninety-two years. Give or take a year or two.”
“Seriously?” I look down at my new friends and realize I’m not financially capable of keeping a pet, let alone two, for the next ninety plus years. I look back at Numbers. “Where do you come up with this stuff?” If I weren’t secretly ogling him, I would've missed the quick flash of stress on his face.
“Simple facts. You live off the ocean, you know a little bit about lobsters.”
“Hmmm,” I hum in response. I can’t seem to stop looking at him, hoping he’ll keep talking so I have a reason to be staring at him. His shirt is way too small for him. Or maybe he’s just too big for the shirt. Either way, his muscles are bulging. Must be a Tampa thing. His board shorts fit nicely, even though he could use an extension in the crotch region since it looks like the poor guy is suffocating. Oh my God, lift your eyes! I do so, catching his smirk. No doubt, I just got caught staring at his junk. He doesn’t call me out, which I’m thankful for. Instead, he goes on again with his numbers. He’s not loud about it, as if he doesn’t realize he’s counting. And it's not just numbers. It’s like he’s repeating math problems.
“Okay! Well, thanks for the lesson. I’m...just gonna go inside and make my bathtub into their new home.” I bend down to grab the box.
“Here, let me help you.” He leans in, giving me a whiff of his cologne. He smells amazing. I want to tell him I’ve totally got this, but my mouth locks when he reaches down and his arm flexes as he wraps his hand around the box. I watch in slow motion as each finger squeezes the sides, remembering those bad boys ramming into me.
“Wanna lead the way?”
“To what?” I blurt, forgetting what was happening. Lobsters. Home. Right. It’s not helping that my hormones are once again skyrocketing. I’ve plowed through three erotic romances in the last twenty-four hours and there’s nothing more I’d like to do than reenact some of those filthy scenes with the man in front of me. “Oh, yeah…uh, this way.”
I lead him inside through my mess. I’m not much of a cleaner. Or an organizer. Or one who enjoys laundry, I think as I pick up a pair of dirty underwear and toss it out of sight. I feel the heat follow us through the tiny hallway leading to the even smaller bathroom, then stop at the door and lean against the wall for him to walk past me.
He’s so big, it’s no shock our bodies are forced to touch as he maneuvers into the tiny space. My nipples are super hard, and I take a quick look at his shirt, making sure I didn’t rip a hole in it when he brushed against my tits.
“I’ll…uh, just put them in the tub?” he asks, and I nod. Put them in the tub and run. Or I’m gonna do something I’ll probably regret. I really need to lay off those books. He drops the box, then bends down to pick up Herald—or is it Bill?—before dropping each into their new home.
I have absolutely no idea what is really happening. I’m too busy staring at his ass. His tight ass cheeks I remember squeezing like a stress ball just before Jesus paid me a visit.
“You may want to carry some seawater up here, to keep them happy.” He stands, moving out of the small bathroom. Stopping in front of me, he says, “They tend to live longer when—”
I’m on him like a cat attacking catnip.
I jump just high enough for him to quickly get the hint and catch me, lifting my legs around his muscled waist. My lips reach up and attack his, kissing him just like Fabio kissed his princess in The Dirty Lord—my latest read.
The best part is, he’s on me just as fast. His mouth opens and our tongues collide, suckling at one another like two teenagers in heat. I feel the thump as his back hits the wall. His hands coddle my ass. I’m not shocked he’s already hard and grinding into me. He seems to keep that thing that way.
There’s a small chance I’m going to regret this, but a way bigger chance I’m going to be patting myself on the back later.
He removes a hand from my ass and brings it up my back before wrapping it into my hair. When he’s got a good hold, he squeezes and pulls my head back a smidge, allowing better access to my lips. His tongue takes over, swirling around and fucking my mouth. I moan, so turned on and overheating.
“Bedroom.” It’s all I need to say. He pushes off the wall and takes long strides before falling back on the small mattress. With him on the bottom, I’m in control, and it delights me to know I get to take the wheel this time. My mind has been in the gutter ever since Sunday night, and I’m so sick of masturbating. Having him under me to do as I please excites me.