“They’re the lobster fishermen and my friends.”

“You haven’t been here that long. How many friends have you made?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. A few. Rick and Devon supply Mary with the lobsters. I was talking to Mary one day and they just brought in a shipment. I was curious, so they told me they’d show me how it’s done.”

“So while I was at home, pissing and moaning and missing the hell out of you, you were here trapping lobsters?”

“I never once stopped thinking about you. I had to keep busy while I was waiting for you to come or I would have gone crazy.”

“Okay, fair enough. Now, you can’t call me Parker anymore. That’s the dog’s name and if you call me that in front of him, he’ll get all confused.”

“Can I still call you Parker when he’s not around?” She grinned.

I set my coffee cup on the nightstand, grabbed her, and pinned her down on the bed.

“No. You cannot!” I smiled as I kissed her.

“Fine. Come on. Make sure you dress warm. It’s cold on that boat.”

“How cold? I didn’t pack anything warm. I didn’t expect it to be cold here.”

“Hmm. Okay, hurry up and throw some clothes on that sexy body. There’s a shop up the road that sells clothes. We’ll find you something there.”

“I’m sure they’re not open this early.”

“They open at five a.m.”

“Can I shower first?”

“I wouldn’t. You’ll get pretty stinky on that boat. Wait until we come back.”

“Great. Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked.

“Yes. You don’t?”

As I stared into her beautiful blue eyes, I saw nothing but excitement in them.

“Of course I do. I want to do anything you want to. It’ll be quite the experience. I’ve never been on a lobster boat before.”

I kissed her one last time, went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and threw on some clothes. When I walked out of the bedroom, Emerson gave me a weird look.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Don’t you have a pair of jeans?” she asked.

I looked down at my khakis. “No. Have you ever seen me in jeans?”

“No. But I think you should wear them.”

“I don’t like jeans.” I walked over to the pot and poured another cup of coffee.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” She looked adorable in her jeans and zip-up hoodie.

“Come on, big guy, let’s go buy you something warm.” She took hold of my hand and we walked to the store up the road.

“Hey, Emerson,” a man yelled from behind the counter.

“Hi, Rob.” She smiled at him.

“Another friend?” I asked.

“Yep. He and his wife own the store. We got to talking one day when I was in here looking around.”

She pulled out a black zip-up hoodie from the rack and held it up to me. “Do you like this?”

“It’s okay. I prefer gray.”

“Here’s gray.” She smiled. “Try it on.”

As I was trying it on, she walked over to the wall where the jeans were folded neatly on the shelf. There was no way I was putting on a pair of jeans.

“Emerson,” I yelled as I held out my hands. “How does it look?”

“I like it!” Her grin widened. “But not with those pants. Come over here and pick out your size in a pair of jeans.”

I sighed as I walked over to where she was standing. “I don’t want a pair of jeans, sweetheart.”

She looked at me, tilted her head, and placed her hand firmly on my chest. “It’s time to step out of the corporate big boy clothes and into something comfy. Just try them on and humor me. Please,” she whined.

I glared at her. “Fine. I’ll try them on.”

I went into the fitting room and tried on the jeans. When I walked out, Emerson whistled.

“Look at you.” She bit down on her bottom lip. “Turn around so I can see that hot ass.”

I rolled my eyes and turned around. She walked up behind me and grabbed me.

“Perfect. Just perfect.” She kissed my cheek. “But you’re missing one thing.”

“What?”

“Hold on. I’ll be right back.”

A few moments later, she returned with a knit hat and put it over my head.

“There. Fuck, Alex. You are hot in that outfit. Turn around and look at yourself in the mirror.”

“Are you saying that I don’t look hot in my other clothes, Emerson?”

“No. You’re hot all the time. But right now, I think my ovaries just exploded.”

I laughed. “What?”

“Forget it. I’m not explaining it to you.” She reached up and whispered in my ear, “You have no idea the things I want to do to you right now while you’re wearing those clothes. Bad things. Very bad things, Alex.”

My cock was getting hard. “Emerson, stop. For the love of God, don’t say another word. Fine, I’ll buy these.”

“Only buy them if you’re comfortable in them.”

“I’m comfortable, Emerson.”

“Are you sure?”

I grabbed her hips and faced her. “I’m comfortable. Now be quiet.” I softly kissed her lips.

“Good.” She ripped the tags off the clothes and took them up to the register.

Chapter 36

Emerson

We spent a few hours on the lobster boat and Alex helped haul the traps. He was so sexy and it was good to see him enjoying himself. At least I think he was. I made him hold up a large lobster while I took his picture and sent it to Jenna.

“Look at Alex!”

“OMG! He looks like a normal person, LOL!”

“I know, right? Doesn’t he look sexy in that knit hat? And look, he’s wearing jeans.”

“He is hot. Don’t tell him I said that.”

“LOL. I won’t.”

I handed my phone to Rick. “Can you take a picture of me and Alex holding the lobster?”

“Sure thing, Emerson.” He smiled.

I stood next to Alex and kissed his cheek while holding on to one of the lobster’s claws. Once the boat took us back to the dock, we thanked Rick and Devon and began walking back to the cottage.

“That was really cool.” Alex smiled as he kissed my head.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“That was something I never thought I would like doing.”

“See how fun life can be when you step out of your corporate world?”

“Yes, and speaking of which, we need to head back tomorrow.”

“I figured as much. I’ve spent enough time here anyway.” I laid my head on his shoulder.

When we got back to the cottage, Alex turned on the fireplace. “Come here,” he said.

Walking over to him, I fell right into his arms. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” My lips touched his.

His fingers unzipped my hoodie and he slid it off my shoulders. Unzipping his, I tossed it on the floor and lifted his shirt over his head. He went to take the hat off and I stopped him.

“Leave it on.” I smiled.

“Really?” He arched his brow.

“Yes. Really. I find it incredibly sexy.”

He laughed as he lifted off my t-shirt. “Fine. But I don’t want you wearing a damn thing when I fuck you.”

He reached back and unhooked my bra, letting the straps fall down. Groping my breasts with his strong hands, I reached for the button on his jeans as he did mine. Kicking them off, we tossed them to the side and Alex laid me down on the floor in front of the warm fire.

“Are you warm?” he asked as his tongue slid down over my breasts.

“Very.” I smiled as my fingers tangled in his hair.

Hooking his fingers into the side of my panties, he pulled them down and slid his tongue along my soaking wet opening, forcing me to have an orgasm. My body shook in delight as he grabbed hold of my hands and held them over my head.

“I enjoyed that.” He grinned.

“Me too.” I smiled as I stared into his beautiful brown eyes.

He rolled on his back and pulled me on top of him. “Ride me, baby.”

I moaned as I smashed my mouth into his and felt his hard cock at my opening. He thrust inside me and I gasped. Sitting up, I took him all the way in and slowly moved back and forth, circling my hips a few times and watching the expression of pleasure on his face. His hands groped my breasts and his fingers played with my hardened nipples. His low moans were getting louder, as were mine the faster I moved. His hips thrust up and he moved in and out of me at a rapid pace, causing me to ride the wave of another amazing orgasm.