Windswept Shores Page 11

  “How about ‘em drowned folk that washed up on shore, did you take their wallets and what not?”

  Megan’s head jerked up. “Oh no, I couldn’t bear to take from the bodies, that would be theft. I buried them as they were. I just took the stuff from the baggage, which is bad enough.”

  “Megz, you did what you had to in order to survive. I don’t reckon the owners will ever claim it, with all those bits and pieces would have rotted then been useless to anyone.” He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Didn’t ya find any cell phones?”

  “Yes and laptops.” She nodded. “I thought I found a way to call for help, but the salt water had ruined them. The batteries were corroded and all the wires were fried. What did you find to eat?”

  “Spam, tuna, pink salmon, sardines, canned chook, soup and baked beans,” he said, reading the labels.

  “Chook?” she asked.

  “That’s Australian for chicken.” He grinned.

  “Ah, well, I don’t remember the last time I ate chicken.”

  “Then chook it is.” He set the large can down on the table with a thud and started to open it with a can opener.

  Megan’s eyes widened. “That’s a huge can.”

  “There’s a whole cooked chook in there.” He nodded. “Did ya want me to warm it up, or shall we eat it cold?”

  “Cold is fine, unless you want it hot?”

  “No, cold chook is good.” He got it open, then dumped it out in a large bowl. The tender meat started to fall off the bones. He gave her a fork, and took one himself. “Tuck in, Megz.”

  They ate from either side, sharing the bowl and the chicken.

  Seth grinned. “Good?” he asked.

  “Yes, it’s plain, but still a fine meal.”

  “Bill was saving it to make curry,” he said, taking another bite.

  “Too bad. I make a mean chicken curry.”

  “The flavoring thingamabob is up in the cabinets, along with rice.”

  Megan looked into the bowl. “Oh, we ate most of the chicken already.”

  “Pork tastes pretty good in curry.” He glanced at her.

  “Sure, why not. The next time we nail a pig, that’s just what I’ll make.”

  “Then we’ll have a go.” He winked. “Maybe the piglets would be tender? I still got the da between me teeth.”

  “You need to floss him out.” Megan laughed.

  “I reckon I do at that.” He took another bite the broth dripping off his chin.

  Megan couldn’t resist reaching over to wipe his face. Her thumb grazed his lips.

  “’Ere, let’s not waste that.” Seth captured her wrist, licking the broth off her finger. He got an intense expression in his eyes again. The look had frightened her once, but this time it didn’t. She’d put her feelings to rest. She knew who she wanted—the man sitting across the table from her. A new life . . . with him. Megan’s heart swelled. I’m start ing over. Today my life begins anew.

  The feel of his soft lips and tongue wrapped around her fingers made heat pool low in her stomach. She got up from the table and walked to him.

  He pivoted around, facing her. She leaned in to kiss him, tasting the chicken they had just eaten, with a hint of mint on his lips.

  Kissing a trail from her mouth to her neck, his lips lingered on the swell of her breast mounding against the top of her dress.

  Megan untied the shoulder straps, then pulled down her sundress.

  Seth bent his head, but stopped. “G'darn luv, what happened to yer knockers?” A ratchet-shaped pink scar ran up from under her breast to around each areola.

  “I told you I had plastic surgery and had my breasts lifted.” She grabbed a handful of fabric to draw up her dress, but Seth placed a hand on hers.

  “Since it raining out and we have nothin’ else to do, I’d like a taste of yer nipples.” Licking a circle around each, he sucked them deeply into his mouth.

  Megan moaned, her legs buckling. If his arms weren’t around her, she would have fallen. She thought she’d come with just the sensation of Seth’s lips on her breasts. It’s been too long. God, I’m going to explode. I need him now.

  “Oh, Seth! Shag me. Screw me. Whatever you call it, just do it. Please.”

  “Right-o.” He smiled as he stood, then took her hand and led the way to the bedroom.

  ~* * *~

  “I changed the sheets. I reckoned you would want them clean for our first time.”

  “Oh, how thoughtful you are. You need to be rewarded.” She reached up to kiss him, but he stilled. “Seth, don’t tell me you’re nervous?”

  “It’s been a while, luv. I just reckoned I forgot how.” His heart beat hard against his ribs, his body was so ready for this, but his nerves were not. What if I lost control and hurt her? It’s been so long.

  “It’s like riding a bike. You never forget.” She smiled up at him. “How long has it been?”

  “Two years.” Two bloody long years. He felt every part of the zipper pressing against his donger, his living barometer on how long it had been.

  “That long?” she asked, wide-eyed. “I thought you would have had a lot of babes in and out of your bed?”

  “I left Uni two years ago. Afterwards, I moved around too much for a relationship. Last year, I started working with Bill and moved onboard. I couldn’t bring a bird back here.”

  “So, you haven’t had a girlfriend in all that time?”

  “I don’t reckon I had anything to offer.”

  “You have yourself.” She hugged him. “That’s enough for me.”

  He grinned. “At least ya don’t have to worry about getting an STD from me. I’ve had me physical and tests fer insurance purposes. Bill’s idea it was. Oy, one more thingo.” He hesitated, and looked down at her nervously. The fear of losing control grew. Megan was a delicate lady and he wanted her first time with him to be unhurried.

  “What is it?”

  “Me donger is a big ‘un. Some women don’t like it.” He looked off.

  “No problem.” Megan shrugged as she sat on the bed.

  “Ya don’t understand.” He rubbed the back of his head.

  “I had two big babies, my darling. I’m all stretched out. Jonathan used to complain that making love to me felt like pushing into a bucket,” she said bitterly. “He wanted me to get that reduced, too. But I drew the line there.”

  Seth ground his teeth. “I’d like to have a barney with old Johno for making you feel like he got the rough end of the pineapple.”

  She frowned. “I’m not sure I understood all that.”

  “Yer husband’s a rat shit to you, so I’d like to hit him,” he hissed as he ground a fist into his palm. How can a man not want this woman in his arms and hold on to her for the rest of his life?

  “Seth, I’ve made some mistakes in my life, and I think he was the biggest. But, my darling, he is my mistake. Not yours.”

  “Orright.” He sat next to her, and leaned over, pressed his lips against hers, gradually deepening the kiss. Her scent filled his nose, a light perfume with her own personal aroma. His pulse raced, and his mind spiraled with thoughts of being inside of her. He burned to make love to her.

  Unbuttoning his shirt, she slipped it off his shoulders. She ran her hand over his bare chest.

  “Megz, you’re making me head spin.” He moaned, wanting to taste her lips again. He fought for control.

  “Am I going too fast?” She tweaked one of his nipples.

  He closed his eyes briefly. It shocked him that one small thing would rock his control. “I reckon with all the times you knocked me back when I tried to get a leg over.”

  She furrowed her brow. “We can do this another time. It’s okay. I can wait.” Her face showed her disappointment.

  Seth stared at her bare breasts. He wanted to taste them again. “It’ll take a bit, but I reckon I’ll get over it.” He kissed her again as he tugged on her garment.

  While he gathered the bottom of her dress, a puzzled expression
crossed her face. She glanced down. “Oh.” She put her hands over her head, so he pulled it off. She gave a nervous chuckle and smoothed down her hair, reclining back with a leisurely stretch. “I feel so free now. I want to share myself with you.”

  His heart beat fast. He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, watching his soon-to-be lover's luscious figure. Her body, though scarred from the surgeries, was toned as an athlete's, her breasts full, the planes of her stomach flat. His donger, already hard, throbbed and his body tightened. He needed to have her—all of her—soon.

  Seth watched her breasts jut out when she arched her back. “Ace.” He leaned down to kiss her, gradually deepening it until she made the noise in her throat he liked. Giving a satisfied grunt, he kissed down to her breasts, sucking as he ran his tongue in circles around each hard tip. Continuing down her delightful body, he stuck his tongue in her bellybutton.

  “Tickles.” She giggled.

  Running his hands over her satin knickers, he asked, “Ready?”

  “Yes, darling.” She lifted up her hips so he could pull her panties off.

  “Blimey, where’s your hair?”

  “Oh, um, I had the hair lasered off to surprise Jonathan. We hadn’t had sex in six months because of his infidelity and my plastic surgery. I had wanted our reconciliation to be special. But we never got to do it.”

  “What yer bloke wanted sounds a little dodgy to me.” The nerve of the bloke! He should have loved his woman as the creator made her, the way he fell in love with her. Not force her into unnatural surgeries when nothing was wrong.

  Megan chewed her lip, glancing away. “Now that I think about it, the surgeries might have been a way to put me off. Jonathan did say he wouldn’t find me sexually attractive until I had them.”

  Seth glowered, angry with her husband. He’d still like to pound him for what he put her through, the bastard. Gazing at her naked muff, he asked, “Did it hurt?”

  “No, not really,” she admitted. “It just embarrassed the hell out of me.” She smiled up into his gaze with a shrug.

  “His loss is my gain.” Seth touched her between her legs. “Hmm, softer than a babies bum, I’m surprised I didn’t notice before. I want to see what yer budgie’s tongue taste like.” He moved down to kiss her vaginal lips, making her gasp. Then licking her folds, he gently explored. He found her nub and ran a circle around it, delighting in her moan and at how quickly she responded. Slipping his finger into her slick opening, he murmured, “Me poor luv, ya haven’t had a good shag in a long time.”

  “Un-huh.” She moaned.

  His pulse raced at her body's reactions. Her muscles fluttered around his finger.

  “Oh, more-more.” At her soft demands, he put in one finger at a time until three fingers were inside of her opening. He used his thumb to rub around her folds, then licked and sucked her budgie’s tongue.

  Seth glanced up to find Megan staring at him. He wiggled his eyebrows. She giggled, but her eyelids dropped. She fisted the sheet, arched her back and moaned. “Ooh, I’m coming.” Then she cried out three times, each time a little louder, as she jerked her way through an orgasm.

  Reclining in a pool of light from the porthole window, her breasts heaved as she caught her breath. With a light sheen of perspiration covering her body, Megan glowed.

  Gawd, even in the afterglow of sex, my Megz is beautiful.

  “Blimey, yer loud.” Seth grinned, happy he pleased her. “Do you want to rest a bit first?”

  A slow sexy, smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “Oh, no, I’ve already caught my breath and I want to see you naked. You’ve got me curious.”

  “Right-o.” He took off his shorts and underwear all together.

  Megan’s eyes widened as she propped herself up on her elbows. “You weren’t bragging, were you?” Her hand wrapped around his rod, and even her gentle touch made him groan. “Good heavens, I’ve only seen one this big in porn movies."

  “Porn movies? When did ya watch that smut?” His mind raced to the ones he saw at stag night. They weren’t the sort for a lady to see.

  She smirked. “I’m not the innocent maid, my darling. I've seen porn and read erotica.” She ran her hand rapidly up and down his length, with a twisting motion.

  He sucked in a breath, closed his eyes, and moaned.

  “So, what does this big fella need?”

  Seth’s eyes popped opened with a wiry smile on his lips. “It just needs to be fed, luv.”

  “What does it eat?”

  “Fanny, but I don’t mean the bum like yer yanks do.” He loved teasing her, with her more relaxed she teased back.

  “So, what does it feed on?”

  “The front.” He chuckled. “It’s shaped like the map of Tasmania.”

  “O-oh.” Her face lit up in a smile. “Let’s see if I can appease it.” She got up to run her tongue over its spongy head, taking it into her mouth.

  “Oh, me, Megz. You’re going to make me come too soon,” he whimpered. It was all he could do not to come in her mouth. Gaw darn, I can do better than this. Why does this woman make me lose control?

  “Scoot over,” she ordered.

  “Yes, luv.” He got to the center of the bed. His donger throbbed, making its’ own demands known.

  Megan straddled his leg, rubbing his head against her folds, until it had them both moaning. She placed him in her opening and slowly worked her way down.

  “My turn,” Seth said, abruptly rolling them both over. He soon found the right rhythm, but was surprised so much of him could fit inside her. “Megz, I reckon yer made for me.” He tried to keep the motion smooth, but found being almost completely engulfed was too much.

  Megan slipped her legs around him, locking him in place, then kept up with him. Every thrust into her, she rotated her hips, meeting him. She wants it like I do. Megan cried out, shuddering again. He lost control, thrusting hard and fast until he came with a moan. Waves of pleasure swept over him. All he could hear was the beat of his heart. He gasped for breath while the remains of his orgasm pulsed through his body with a steady rhythm. Spent, he slid out, only to drop next her.

  “G'darn, I came so hard, I felt like I turned inside out. Sorry me Megz, it got the best of me.” Placing a hand on her tummy, he asked, “I gave you too rough a ride. Are you orright?”

  “I’m fine, well, better than fine. That was the best sex in six months.” She smiled. “When can we do it again?”

  “Oy, it was the only sex you had in six months.” He looked at her in surprise. “Yer want more?”

  “Sure, you can do that to me any time.” She leaned over to kiss him.

  “O-oh, luv, yer killing me, but what a way to go.” He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight.

  Windswept Shores

  Chapter Seventeen: Moving day blues

  Seth gazed out the small port window. “It stopped rainin’.”

  Megan looked up at him from the bed. “We probably need to get my things moved over.”

  “Orright me Megz, go pack your kit.” He grinned. “It’ll be nice having ya by me side.”

  “We’re going to live for each other now.” She got up to kiss him. “I’m going to get the luggage.”

  “While yer doing that, I’ll pull out Bill’s things so ya will have some place to put yer clothes.”

  Megan took a quick shower and walked out, wearing her dress. Seth slipped on his shorts and shirt.

  “Honey, can you help me get off the boat?”

  “Right-o.” He walked out with her, scooped her up to place her on the cliff edge.

  “We need to fix a ladder or something here, so I can get in and out by myself.”

  “But Megz, what would be the fun in that?”

  She cupped the side of his face. “You may not be around or able to help me in and out all the time, you big silly Aussie.”

  “Orright. We’ll figure something out,” he reluctantly agreed.

  She smiled down at him, kissing him lightly on the
lips

  Seth went back into the cabin. He found a folded box jammed behind some can goods in the kitchen. He used it to pack Bill’s clothes, cleaning out the drawers in the captain’s bedroom. “Poof, Bill, you had an old man’s stink. No offense, me old mate.”

  Megan walked into the bedroom. “Sorry, were you talking to me?”

  “No, just to Bill.” He grinned back at her. “I didn’t feel you jump in the boat?”

  “I used a camp-chair for a step ladder.”

  “Oh.” He looked down at the suitcase she carried. “Need help with that?”

  “Yes, thank you,” she said. “This one is for you.” She showed him another suitcase.

  “Fer me?” he asked, surprised.

  “This one has the large sizes in it, but you’ll have to go through it to see what fits. The first one is mostly what I can use.” She smiled. “Eating only fruit and shellfish, I lost weight.”

  “I reckon I either improved yer diet or messed it up with the boat’s tucker and the bush pig.” Seth took the second suitcase and squeezed past Megan to set it down on the bottom bunk in the small bedroom.

  “Doesn’t matter,” she told him, “we’ll eventually run out of the supplies, then we’ll be eating only what we can gather anyway.”

  “Do yer reckon to sit on the supplies?” He peered through the doorway.

  “We should use the supplies sparingly, so they last longer. We’ll supplement with what we can harvest.” Megan walked back to the captain’s bedroom, quickly making the bed, so she had a place to sit down.

  “Or hunt or fish?”

  “Oh,” she glanced up at him, “I forget I’m shacked up with a hunter and fisherman.”

  “Too right.” He grinned, joining her on the bed.

  Megan looked into the box at the neatly folded clothes. “Was Bill a clean man?”

  “Very organized,” he corrected. “He were an old battler, but clucky when it came to the Dinki-Di.”

  “Was he married?”

  “Dinki-Di were his missus,” he said, taking clothes out of the next drawer.