Two Cabins, One Lake: An Alaskan Romance by Shaye Marlow Read Free Book Online

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    “I’ll come visit you sometime when I’m off,” I said.  Maybe
even when my brothers were here; it would be an excellent excuse to escape
them.  Plus I wanted to catch up on neighborhood gossip—she always had the best
stuff, it was almost like she had eyes in the trees—but I also figured if I was
there, that’d be two guns and upward of a dozen bullets the vandals would have
to go through.  Maybe we could even do some target shooting.  Nothing like the
sound of gunshots to discourage trespassers.
    “Good, you do that.  Leave your brothers home,” she said. 
“But your neighbor…”
    “The only way he’d be safe to bring into the house is if he
was muzzled and leashed, and you spread some newspaper around beforehand.”
    “Okaaaay, kinky, but I think I could get into it.  Could he
talk through this muzzle?”
    “No.”
    “Excellent.”  I could practically hear her rubbing her hands
together.
    I wasn’t going to be visiting her with my neighbor, though. 
That’d be a cold day in hell.
    But Suzy was right.  This noise couldn’t go on forever.
    I just needed to keep my cool, and curb my tendency to get
even, at least for now.  And in the meantime, if I got the opportunity, I’d ask
him—nicely—to quiet the hell down.
     
    I worked another three days, writing as best I could in the evenings, and then I got
another day off.  The day so far had been relatively quiet.  I’d woken up
naturally, and hadn’t yet heard hide nor hair of my neighbor.  His helicopter
sat quiet on his chewed-up lawn.  Maybe he was taking the day off, too.
    I was sitting at my laptop, once more in front of my big
picture window, working on a sex scene.  Shower sex.  Mmm, everybody likes
shower sex.  The wet slide of skin on skin, the bubbles sluicing over
sinuous curves and bulging muscle, the cool, slick tile pressing against an
overheated back.  I’d actually never done it, but I’d read about it, and I had
one hell of an imagination.
    The face and body in my fantasy belonged to my neighbor, but
I didn’t let that disturb me too much.  He was freaking hot, and I knew,
probably better than most, that fantasy was a far cry from reality.  Just
because I could practically feel his big, strong hand sliding up my thigh
didn’t mean I would actually do anything with him.  Ever.
    My fingers tapped over the keyboard, detailing the way his
naked chest would feel pressed against me.  The firm bar of his erection.  His
teeth on my ear, his deep groan as I wrapped my hand around him.  The way the
hot water beat down on us both, reddening our skin.  The mounting urgency
dragging our breaths in faster…
    I pressed my thighs together as I dove into the steamy
scene.
    Crack!
    I jumped, glancing out the window.  The lake was still, and
I saw no motion next door.  I didn’t know what that sound had been—it had
sounded like a gunshot, a sound common enough in these parts—but I wasn’t going
to let it distract me.  Firming my resolve, I focused back on my screen.
    My hero had my heroine pinned to the shower wall, and I
quickly made the bathroom handicap-accessible so she had something to rest her
ass on.  He crowded between her thighs, and she gripped him, dragging him
closer.  They were staring into each other’s eyes, poised on the precipice of
penetration—
    Crack!
    Holy fuck .  I slammed my wrist-splinted fists down on
the desk in frustration, glaring out the window past my computer screen.  It
was gorgeous out, the sun high in the sky dappling everything in light and
shadow, a slight breeze giving the scene movement.  A loon sat lonely on the
lake, gliding quietly across the rippling surface.
    Across the way, there was still no movement at the Devil’s
hidey-hole.
    Crack!   Yet another gunshot split the silence, the
sound ricocheting off the water.  It sounded small-bore, but it was still,
unmistakably, a gunshot.
    What—the holy hell—was my neighbor up to now?
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