Our a Cappella by Yessi Smith Read Free Book Online

just pull her in, but I doubt she’d see the humor in it. She smiles back at me when she makes contact and she’s so damn cute I nearly climb in her kayak just to kiss her.
    Determination sets in her face and she takes her top and shorts off, exposing her slim body with slight curves in a small bikini I can’t wait to take off. With my teeth.
    “I’m going in,” she tells me seriously, trying to mask her fear of the unknown.
    Erin is the bravest person I know. She’s overcome more than any one person should have to endure in a lifetime. But it’s left her wary and cautious, not that she lets many people see her insecurities or fears. She’ll stiffen her spine and trudge through her anxiety before she admits defeat. And right now these sea cows are her adversary so she is determined to join us in the water just so she can give fear the middle finger.
    She jumps in feet first on the opposite side of where the manatee and I await her. She reaches me breathless, with adrenaline coursing through her veins. I swim in front of her so that I am in between her a nd the small pod when we reach where they swim below us. She smiles at me, a smile full of amusement rather than the panic I anticipated to see.
    This time, Erin winks at me before she takes a breath and goes underwater to get a closer look of the manatees below us. I follow her and am shocked when I see her glide her hand over one’s back. She comes back up laughing, her eyes dancing from the joy she found in her courage. Without a word, we go under again, enjoying ourselves amongst these elusive creatures.
    Eventually they leave us so we get back on our kayaks and head back to the villas. Once we reach our dock, I angle my kayak against it and easily lift myself up and then my kayak. Erin follows suit so I take her hand in mine and help her up.
    “You know,” Erin begins and I’m already amused, waiting to see what fun fact she’s going to dispense, “ mermaid folklore actually comes from manatees.”
    “So you’re telling me mermaids don’t exist?” I ask , cocking an eyebrow as I lift her kayaks back on our dock.
    “Think about it,” she tells me as she hands me a bottle of water. “They kind of have the same body type as mermaids.”
    “Except mermaids are hot with shells covering their big boobs,” I counter.
    “They couldn’t very well make mermaids to look like those sea cows. Where’s the allure or glamour in that?”
    “Who’s they ?” I tease her, pulling her body to mine.
    “They,” she repeats. “The people who make up stories about dragons and unicorns and mermaids.”
    “You’re seriously gonna sit here and tell me dragons don’t exist?” I ask her, my mouth open in mock horror and she nods. “How can you be so sure?”
    “No one’s ever seen one.”
    “No one’s ever seen majority of the world,” I respond, willing an imagination she never fully developed to take flight.
    She smiles at me , reeking of practicality, and takes my hand in hers.
    “What do you say we do some exploring ourselves?” she asks and from the gleam in her eyes, I know damn well what kind of exploring she’s got in mind.
    I let her guide me up the stairs to our bedroom but before she can slip her bikini off, I grab her by the waist and gently tug on her bikini bottom with my teeth. I feel Erin’s fingers run through my hair as I remove her bottom and she only stops when I start tracing my fingers up her thigh. My fingers continue to caress her body ever so softly, a whisper that I know gives her chills of excitement. I stand up, my hands still caressing her as I begin to nuzzle her throat.
    Her hands go around my neck, her fingers moving upward until again they are combing my hair. I reach around her, untying her bikini top, and freeing her breasts so that I can fully explore them.
    “Trent,” Erin moans my name when I place my lips on her nipple.
    With one quick movement, I pick her up, cradling her in my arms before I place her on the bed.