fishing. I usually do well at anything I try, given my competitive nature. Today we're fishing for Blue Marlin, my favorite. Since it's heavier fish and bait than normal small game fishing, the charter provides all the fishing rods and bait.
I'm standing on the deck and I cast out my line beside Ryland. Uncle Joe and the rest of the charter crew are on the other side. The sun is coming up so I pull my Costa sunshades over my eyes that are dangling around my neck. Looking across the water, I begin trying to formulate a plan for this pool party.
I really want to get Kinzleigh alone. She doesn't seem to open up at all around other people. She acts like she has some kind of phobia against males. Remembering her perfect body and the things Ryland said about guys trying to get with her, I know it's probably going to be a challenge. I can't stand the thought of another guy putting his hands on her. I barely know her and I already feel protective.
My knuckles turn white grasping the pole. The thought of another man putting his lips on her and touching her in intimate places is like a toxic venom running through my blood. I can't breathe and I feel weak. I don't even notice the tug on my reel.
"Breyson."
My eyes see nothing but the reels in my thoughts of her biting her soft lips and her big, beautiful eyes closing in pure ecstasy at the pleasure of someone else. How many guys have tried to sleep with her?
"Breyson!"
My vision turns red and blurred. My fists hurt from how hard I'm grasping the rod in them.
"Breyson, what the hell? Sink your line before the fish gets off!" I finally realize where I am and what is going on. Dammit, I've got to get a grip. This has never once in my entire life happened to me. I don't know what this girl is doing to me. I prop the bottom of the pole into my lower abdomen for support and jerk the line to sink the hook into the mouth of the fish.
Quickly I begin reeling in my line. I can feel the fish playing tug of war as I use all of my strength to get it to the boat. From the weight on the other end and the amount of strength it is taking, I can tell it's going to be a good size catch; a prize.
I finally get the fish close to the boat and Ryland scoops it into the net. He cuts the line from the fish and places it in the storage compartment of the boat. Placing his hands on his hips, he narrows his eyes at me as if trying to figure something out. "Mind telling me what is going on with you? I've never seen you spaced out like that and you looked like you were seconds away from breaking that rod in half and ready to stab someone."
I lock the rod into the pole lock on the deck of the vessel until I rebait. I rub my hands over my face in aggravation. "Dude, I don't know. I can't get this girl out of my head. It's driving me crazy. You know me, I never get this way. Maybe it's just because she's not easy like the rest of the girls I usually mess around with. I don't know, but I've got to fix it. I can't handle all this shit in my head."
He looks at me and a knowing smirk takes place over his face. He grabs me by the shoulders. "You, my friend have the hots for Kinzleigh Baker. The one thing every guy that has crossed paths with her has had, but never actually been able to obtain. She's every man's dream, but that's all it's ever been for the rest of us is a dream. I'm going to be honest. Several have tried and gotten nowhere. I'll help you get on her radar, but man I'm not going to lie, you're going to need a lot of luck because I've seen many crash and burn when it comes to her. Maybe you'll be different for her. For your sake, I hope you are."
He is really not helping the situation any. The last thing I want to hear is the many different failed attempts of men trying to make her theirs. "Man, would you shut up? That is the last thing I want to hear." I pull my cap off and throw it down the deck.
He just watches me act like an idiot, not saying a word. I've been known to have anger
I'm standing on the deck and I cast out my line beside Ryland. Uncle Joe and the rest of the charter crew are on the other side. The sun is coming up so I pull my Costa sunshades over my eyes that are dangling around my neck. Looking across the water, I begin trying to formulate a plan for this pool party.
I really want to get Kinzleigh alone. She doesn't seem to open up at all around other people. She acts like she has some kind of phobia against males. Remembering her perfect body and the things Ryland said about guys trying to get with her, I know it's probably going to be a challenge. I can't stand the thought of another guy putting his hands on her. I barely know her and I already feel protective.
My knuckles turn white grasping the pole. The thought of another man putting his lips on her and touching her in intimate places is like a toxic venom running through my blood. I can't breathe and I feel weak. I don't even notice the tug on my reel.
"Breyson."
My eyes see nothing but the reels in my thoughts of her biting her soft lips and her big, beautiful eyes closing in pure ecstasy at the pleasure of someone else. How many guys have tried to sleep with her?
"Breyson!"
My vision turns red and blurred. My fists hurt from how hard I'm grasping the rod in them.
"Breyson, what the hell? Sink your line before the fish gets off!" I finally realize where I am and what is going on. Dammit, I've got to get a grip. This has never once in my entire life happened to me. I don't know what this girl is doing to me. I prop the bottom of the pole into my lower abdomen for support and jerk the line to sink the hook into the mouth of the fish.
Quickly I begin reeling in my line. I can feel the fish playing tug of war as I use all of my strength to get it to the boat. From the weight on the other end and the amount of strength it is taking, I can tell it's going to be a good size catch; a prize.
I finally get the fish close to the boat and Ryland scoops it into the net. He cuts the line from the fish and places it in the storage compartment of the boat. Placing his hands on his hips, he narrows his eyes at me as if trying to figure something out. "Mind telling me what is going on with you? I've never seen you spaced out like that and you looked like you were seconds away from breaking that rod in half and ready to stab someone."
I lock the rod into the pole lock on the deck of the vessel until I rebait. I rub my hands over my face in aggravation. "Dude, I don't know. I can't get this girl out of my head. It's driving me crazy. You know me, I never get this way. Maybe it's just because she's not easy like the rest of the girls I usually mess around with. I don't know, but I've got to fix it. I can't handle all this shit in my head."
He looks at me and a knowing smirk takes place over his face. He grabs me by the shoulders. "You, my friend have the hots for Kinzleigh Baker. The one thing every guy that has crossed paths with her has had, but never actually been able to obtain. She's every man's dream, but that's all it's ever been for the rest of us is a dream. I'm going to be honest. Several have tried and gotten nowhere. I'll help you get on her radar, but man I'm not going to lie, you're going to need a lot of luck because I've seen many crash and burn when it comes to her. Maybe you'll be different for her. For your sake, I hope you are."
He is really not helping the situation any. The last thing I want to hear is the many different failed attempts of men trying to make her theirs. "Man, would you shut up? That is the last thing I want to hear." I pull my cap off and throw it down the deck.
He just watches me act like an idiot, not saying a word. I've been known to have anger
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