Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I reread the words. And then again. I keep reading them until the white letters all merge and it forms one big bubble. Tears fall from my eyes, and I swipe them away angrily, shooting up from my spot and throwing my phone into the ocean with a scream. The first bit of space I get to myself, and I act like a maniac. It’s the coke.
Panic seizes me for a moment when I realize what I’ve just done. I shuffle out of my clothes until I’m left in my bra and black G-string. Running toward the water, I trip over myself as I dive in. Salt fills my nostrils as colors dance in my mind.
“Shiloh!” My stomach recoiled as I curved into a cradle position, hugging my belly as the pain shot through my cervix and between my legs. “Shiloh, get up! Now!”
I didn’t move. I couldn’t see past the blinding pain. White flashed behind my eyes to the throbbing of my stomach. They did this. They did this to me.
My feet hit the bed of the ocean, and I push myself up until I surface, swiping my hair away from my face.
There’s an old tale told through Hades Hollow that the ocean tastes like tears because of a woman named Esilda Hollow. I mean, in the story, she fell in love with a pirate who first came to Hades Hollow before it was called Hades Hollow. His name was Captain Hades, and well…I think the town just kind of ran with the story. You’d hear different variations, but the one I’d always known was he did something bad to Esilda and her sisters. Sometimes, at the right time of night, you can still hear them crying from The Landing. Again, people have tried finding these anchors for years upon years. Some even say there are impostors who come and try to pose as locals to find the anchors, but the ocean always fights back. And the ocean will always win.
I splutter on a cough, wiping the water from my eyes. A wave crashes over me, and I slide back beneath the water, feeling the pipe roll over my body as I pull back up. Pushing through the water, I try to resurface again, but can’t find the opening. The air in my lungs disappears as I blow out the final breath I was holding. Arms hook around my waist, and someone tugs me to the surface of the water.
“What the fuck, Shiloh!”
I swipe my hair away from my face again, coughing the salt water from my throat. Even in the darkness, with nothing but the full moon and distant music and laughter in the background, Sparrow is without a doubt going to be the death of me.
Water spills out from between his lips, his eyes on mine. “What the fuck are you doing in the water?”
“I don’t know,” I answer, turning back around to see another wave forming.
I dive beneath it before it crashes, popping out the other side. Sparrow follows me closely, and with every second that passes between us, I feel the heat inside my body get hotter and hotter.
“We need to get behind the break.”
“I know,” he growls, squeezing his eyes. “Why are you out here?”
I keep myself afloat, ducking beneath the water so my mouth is covered, I pop back up. “I don’t trust you. Any of you.”
His large shoulders lift, and I swim forward, grabbing his shirt and pulling it off him. He moves with me effortlessly. “I know. We don’t trust you either.”
He pops back out, and my legs cling around his waist, holding me up. I run my fingers through his hair, my lips touching his.
“So why do you all feel so good?”
He catches my lip with his teeth, pulling back as his hands come to my ass, grinding me over his thick bulge. “Because we’re meant to. Because nothing worth dying for comes in any other way.”
His words don’t bother me. I kiss him. His tongue dips into my mouth, and he reaches up, dipping beneath my bra to my nipples. He tugs on the tips roughly as his other hand forces my body farther into his. I reach between us and stroke the swell in his briefs before dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts and groaning when his heavy cock hits the palm of my hand.
I moan into his mouth as his hand that was playing with my nipples comes to my pussy, swiping my panties to the side. He hits my entrance, and I sink my nails into his shoulders as I slowly lower myself down over his girth.
“Fuck!” he groans, his hands coming to my hips to force himself deeper inside of me.
I ride over him like I’ve been doing it all my life. My blood turns hot the longer he’s inside of me, and his mouth catches mine as he deepens the kiss. I feel my stomach clench and tighten as he forces the speed faster. Like we’re playing cat and mouse, and he’s trying to run.