The Mighty Storm (The Storm, #1)

“Mmm?” I reply, smiling.

“Well, if I remember right, I’m owed a re-enactment and a few other things too.”

“Well, it just so happens, Pervy Perverson, I have a bikini with me.”

“And that’s why I love you Mrs. P, ‘cause you’re just as pervy as I am,” he grins. “Now get your hot ass into that bikini, so I can slowly take it back off you.”

He climbs up off me, taking my hands, he pulls me to my feet.

Moving away from him, with butterflies doing diving swoops in my tummy, I go to get my bikini out of my bag.

As I turn back around, I find a very naked Jake, standing here before me.

“Wow, that was quick,” I giggle, eyes roaming his hot body.

“Well, when we’re talking sex and you, baby, my clothes just disintegrate,” he shrugs, grinning.

My stomach plummets off to a very happy place.

Unzipping my dress, I step out of it. Watching Jake watch me, I kick off my ballet pumps, and very slowly remove my underwear.

I’m just about to put the bikini on when Jake says in a gruff voice, “On second thought, if I remember right, you were topless that day, and you know how I hate panties on you…”

Coming close, he takes them from my hand and tosses them to the floor. He kisses me hard on the mouth. Then sliding his hand into mine, he breaks our kiss, leaving me breathless and wanting, and starts to pull me in the direction of the water.

“We’re going in?” I tread carefully over the flat rocks.

“Absolutely.”

“You want us to go skinny dipping?”

“Oh, most definitely.” He gives me a cheeky look.

“Oh no, Jake. No way. It’ll be freezing.” This so was not part of my plan.

“It’s a warm night,” he coaxes. “The water won’t be that cold.”

“It will,” I press.

Jake stops, turning to me. “The last time we were here, we were in the water … and tonight I want to see you … wet.” His voice has gone all dark and sultry, and is completely laced with inclination.

Honestly, I’m wet just listening to him, and my stomach has turned to molten lava, heating my insides.

But it’s still not enough to want me to freeze to death in that cold ass water.

“As awesome as that sounds, there is no way in hell that I’m getting in that ass freezing water.”

I step back, dropping his hand. “Let’s just have sex on the nice warm blanket,” I encourage.

Jake tilts his head to the side. His look is challenging, and I know exactly what’s he’s thinking.

“No way! Don’t you dare, Jake Wethers!” I point my finger at him in warning, taking a step back.

“Noooo! Argghh!” I scream as he runs at me, grabbing hold of me.

Picking me up, he hoists me over his shoulder, and kicking and screaming Jake carries me into the water.

“Put me down!” I yell, laughing, wriggling in his strong arms.

Jake is laughing. Deep and loud. And I love the sound. It’s been way too long since I last heard him laugh. So I keep wriggling in his arms, readying myself to take the hit of the cold water for him, to make him laugh, to make him feel happiness.

Jake’s happy, so am I.

Once he’s waded in to his hips, he slides me down his body, dropping me in the cold water.

“Arghhh! It’s bloody freezing!” I screech as the water chills through me. “You’re such an arsehole!”

“Don’t be a girl,” he chuckles deep and throaty.

“I am a girl,” I grin.

“Yeah? Well you feel like a woman to me,” he says low, his hands going around my waist, pulling me close.

I can feel he’s hard already. How, in this cold water? I have no clue. But I love that he is for me. That I do this to him.

Wrapping myself around his body, I hold on tight, as Jake wades us further into the water.

Once we’re chest deep, I decide to take the plunge. Freeing myself from Jake, I swim out a little and immerse myself into the water, wetting my hair.

It’s not too bad now I’m acclimatised to it.

As I surface, I see Jake treading water a few feet before me, staring across at me in the moonlit dark.

He’s looks so beautiful, all wet with the moon shining down on him. He looks like the star he is.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask.

“You. Then, and now. How beautiful you were back then, and how even more beautiful you are now. How I wish I’d seen you through all those years, and how I’m counting myself as one lucky bastard that I got a second chance to have you in my life … and that you’re crazy enough to be mine.”

My heart swells in my chest, replete with love for him. I never knew it possible to love someone as much as I do Jake.

I can’t ever imagine my life again without him in it, and I don’t ever want to.

Jake is my everything.

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