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Chapter One
“Courage doesn’t mean you don’t get afraid. Courage means you don’t let fear stop you.”
~ Bethany Hamilton
The air was sultry, humid, and ripe for a storm. Lightning lit up the sky, followed by the boom of thunder several seconds later. The weather forecasters had called for a tropical storm along the entire East Coast—a superstorm, they labeled it—and based on the way the rain slashed against the windows, they were spot-on.
The air conditioner unit in the window barely cooled off the apartment. Connor Maguire had stripped off his T-shirt and unbuttoned his shorts when there was a knock at the door. Two quick knocks followed by three slower.
Finally.
He opened the door and smiled down at the brown-haired beauty on the other side. “Thought you’d never get here, darlin’.”
“Took longer because the whole damn town’s crazy about this storm.”
Connor grabbed the paper bag out of her hands and stepped back so she could enter. The wind blew hard, causing the door to slam wide open.
Was it his imagination, or did the air feel different from other storms?
Abby O’Connell swept in, her long, dark tresses held up in a drenched and sagging ponytail.
Connor peeked in the bag, smiling at the six-pack of his favorite brew. “No worries. Cade lent us his place for the night. We have food, weed, and beer. All the essentials to hunker down for the night.”
She slipped out of her sandals and dropped her large tote bag onto the floor. “I’m soaked.”
He took in her short sundress—a cute one in light blue with tiny white flowers—plastered to her body and molded to her luscious curves.
Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her close. “It’s not good to stay in wet clothes. Why don’t I help you out of this?”
He moved his hands up her back and slid the zipper down. The cold from her wet dress did nothing to cool his temperature. And the points of her nipples as they pressed through the sheer fabric of her bra against his bare chest only added to his internal heat, causing an inferno of blood to flow to his cock.
Abby shoved at his shorts, pulling down his boxers at the same time. “Now you’re talking.”
Connor pushed the rest of her dress down and quickly rid Abby of her bra and thong, admiring her tanned body, firm breasts, and long legs.
Reaching into the brown bag, he pulled out two beers, cracked them open, and handed her one. “Here’s to getting this party started.”
They clinked cans and collapsed onto the couch, bodies intertwined with eager mouths and restless hands. Connor cupped her full breasts, swiping his thumbs over the hard peaks. With practiced expertise, she straddled him, taking him inside her in one slow stroke. They both moaned, and Connor thrust up in a matching rhythm as she rode him.
Hard.
She cried out his name as she climaxed.
Connor woke with a start, bathed in sweat and with a boner so hard it hurt.
Same damn dream…again.
Almost every night for the past few weeks. Ever since he’d run into Abby O’Connell on the Pelican Bay Boardwalk while she protested the Erickson Amusement Pier expansion. They’d barely spoken then, but based on the daggers she cast his way, she was not over their breakup from almost a decade ago.
They’d started dating his last year of high school, when her family moved to the small beach town of Pelican Bay, NJ. Abby grew up in Philadelphia and was used to a faster crowd than what the sleepy beach town provided. Connor had been looking for fast and wild, and Abby had been like no other girl he’d ever known, giving him both.
It had been years since he allowed himself to think about Abby.
He still had yet to meet another girl as special.
With a frustrated groan, he swung his legs off the bed and headed to the bathroom to seek relief that only came by his hand or a cold shower. After taking care of business, he dried off and returned to the bedroom. A quick glance at the clock showed it was a little past five a.m.; too late to go back to sleep, and too early to get his donut fix at Shore to Please Donuts.
After dressing in board shorts and a swim shirt, Connor walked through the apartment he lived in above Maguire Brother Renovations, the business he and his younger brother, Jason, started in Tampa. After returning to Pelican Bay a couple months ago, they’d stayed and opened a new location of MBR.
