FORBIDDEN HEAT

Chapter 2

LOGAN

I can’t help but laugh when I see Zoe blow me a kiss goodbye. I like her style. Her short shorts and tight top leave little to the imagination, and my c**k gives an uncomfortable jump, reminding me that it’s been hard since I first saw her scrubbing a table earlier, bent over, and giving me an amazing view of her tight little ass.

God, I was not expecting her when I came to the marina today. It was like my world stopped the moment I saw her. The truth is I know exactly who Zoe is. I didn’t want her to think I was some pervy stalker, so I pretended to not know who she was. Ever since she turned 18, she’s all I can think about. I had no idea she’d gotten a job at Double Dipped, though. Just the idea of her being so close to me this summer has me grinning like a f*****g schoolboy. Most of my work can be done online. All I need is a laptop. I prefer to spend as much time as possible on my boat once the weather turns nice, and I have a feeling that’s exactly where I’m going to be, at least from 2 to 9 every Tuesday through Saturday.

I can’t stop thinking about the way she’d looked at me. Hungry is the word I keep coming back to. She’d looked like she’d wanted to devour me whole. It was the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. I’m no stranger to fuckme eyes, but there was something different about Zoe. She didn’t look at me like she wanted another f**k. She looked at me as if she were eager and curious to try something but not quite sure how to go about getting it. It makes me wonder how sexually experienced she is. The idea of some high school asshole touching her, tasting her, f*****g her, has me angrier than I care to admit.

I’m already thinking of her as mine, I realize, and shake my head to clear it. No, she most definitely is not mine, otherwise I’d be buried balls deep in her right now. I want her to be, though. There’s no denying that.

I don’t feel like making the drive to my empty house, so I go below deck to fix myself a quick supper before crashing here for the night. It’s a fully equipped sailboat. I could live here full-time if I wanted to, but so far

I’ve just been using it mainly on the weekends, and every once in a while I’ll go spend a few weeks sailing around the coastline. My dream is to spend a few years traveling around the world on it, but it just hasn’t happened yet. I try not to think about how much more enjoyable that experience would be with Zoe by my side. Telling myself to get a grip, I grab a skillet and start chopping vegetables.

After a late supper and a restless night, I woke from a dream so vivid I’d swear I can taste Zoe’s sweet p***y in my mouth. I should be able to anyway after the way I was just eating her out in my dream. The memory of it is so strong and so frustratingly out of reach. I try to close my eyes to get it back, but it’s too late. In my mind, it’s already switched from experiencing it to just fantasizing about it. My c**k doesn’t seem to care, though. I’m so f*****g hard, and I know it’s going to stay like this until I get some relief.

I always sleep naked, so it’s no effort at all to reach down and grab my d**k. I immediately start thinking about burying my face in Zoe’s p***y, tasting her, probing her delicate folds with my tongue, nibbling on her sweet lips. I imagine running my tongue over her swollen clit, watching her as she plays with her t**s, the dark, silky strands of her hair falling over her shoulders. I want her so badly, more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. Imagining her cries of pleasure as I ram my c**k into her as my hand movimovester and harder. My muscles start to tense as pleasure builds, and I know I’m close.

Cupping my other hand over the head of my c**k, I finally let myself c*m as I imagine filling Zoe’s sweet little p***y with my seed. I want nothing between us, just skin on skin, and I want every part of that petite body to be mine. I want to claim every part of her, including her womb. Just the idea of it has me letting out a feral groan as I finish shooting my load.

“f**k,” I gasp when my body relaxes again. This is never going to be enough. As I head to the shower to get cleaned up, I promise myself that I’ll have the real thing soon because fantasizing about f*****g Zoe is never going to be enough to satisfy me, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to spend the rest of my life just jerking off to fantasies about her instead of experiencing Zoe in the flesh.

I spend the morning and early afternoon forcing myself to get some work done but have to quit once it gets close to two because I can’t stop myself from constantly glancing toward Double Dipped, waiting for Zoe to show up for her shift. As soon as I saw her walking down the boardwalk, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and felt a weight lift from my shoulders. Her dark hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and she’s wearing a short pair of shorts and a skintight pink tank top. She is absolute perfection, and I can’t take my eyes off her.

I watch her make her way to the ice cream stand, and I can barely believe my eyes when instead of going straight inside like I’m expecting her to do, she first turns and looks straight toward my boat, giving me a big smile and a shy wave when she spots me on deck. I can’t help but grin back at her, returning her wave before she steps inside to start work.