The Best Of LK Vol. 1

by LK Collins

  15

  Cameron

  Sitting down in the conference room for our weekly debriefing, I look around for Nixon and don’t see him yet. He was so strange after his grandma’s party last night. We got back to his place, and he said he was tired and gonna sleep, not giving me the option to stay with him again. So I gave him space. I mean, what was I supposed to do? He’s not mine.

  Luke and Guy come in and sit next to me. “What’s up?” Guy asks me, and I check my phone, seeing if Nixon texted me at all. It’s not like him to be late…in fact, he hates it.

  “Not much, how are you guys?” They both nod in response and I ask them, “Have you seen Nixon yet today?” They shake their heads and Mack begins the meeting.

  “Good morning, thank you all for coming in. I’m going to get started, even though everyone isn’t here yet, as we’ve got some important things to cover.” Sitting back in the chair, I prepare for what I’m sure will turn into an hour of talking and overanalyzing. “I’m sure you all are aware it’s officially the beginning of hurricane season and we have already had three storms out in the Atlantic, one of which made landfall in the Miami region. The aftermath of the storm isn’t pretty; they are dealing with a tremendous amount of flooding, and the crews down there have been bombarded with calls from stranded boaters. Thankfully, we didn’t lose any crewmembers, but they weren’t able to rescue two fishermen onboard a capsized watercraft. Both are still missing. When you are out on your calls or surveying areas today and going forward, please keep your eyes out for anyone in the water. Obviously, you already do that, but these men could still be out at sea and anywhere with the strong currents. We will be sending a few crews out to just search today. With that said, we all know that these storms can literally pop up out of nowhere and can also dissipate at the same rate. Let me remind you of our first rule—no one ever gets left behind. Your crew is your priority; you must keep each other safe at all costs. Any questions?”

  “Was the boat ever recovered that belongs to the missing fishermen?”

  “No, it wasn’t. Anyone else?” No one answers him and he says, “All right, be safe out there today.”

  As we all begin to exit the room, Mack stops Luke, Guy, and me. “Where’s Nixon?” he asks us.

  “Uh, he’s not feeling well today, he called me this morning. I’m not sure if he’ll make it in or not,” I lie for him and sense Luke and Guy stare at me as they know I am lying. Moments before I’d asked them if they’d seen him.

  “Well, he needs to call me,” Mack orders. “Please tell him that if any of you talk to him.”

  “We’ll tell him. I don’t think he knew.”

  “Okay. And if he doesn’t make it in today, you guys can’t go out.”

  “Not even to help look for the missing boaters?” Guy asks, pissed off.

  “No, you need a full crew, you know that. So, you’re probably done for the day.”

  Mack walks off and Guy throws his arms in the air. “What the fuck is going on?”

  “I don’t know,” I try and cover my ass, and Luke says, “Why are you sticking up for him?”

  “Because we are a team. I’d expect you guys to do the same thing for me. Isn’t that what we do?”

  They both nod their heads in agreement. Checking my phone again, he still hasn’t responded to my text. “Why are you so worried about your phone all of a sudden?” Luke questions me, and I walk off, not liking the way that both he and Guy are acting. I have to get ahold of Nixon…something is going on with him and I don’t like it.

  “Oh, come on, Cam, I was joking.”

  Leaving the building I step outside and call him, but his phone rings and rings. “Hey, it’s me, is everything okay? I’m worried, call me…please?” I leave him a message and walk back inside.

  “So what? We’re done for the day?” the guys ask me.

  “I guess so. Doesn’t seem like Nixon is gonna show.”

  “Fuck this, I’m out of here.” Guy leaves and Luke jogs after him. Looking around at everyone else in the shop, they all have something to do, so I leave too.

  Driving to Nixon’s house, it is a hot day. I spot his truck in the driveway, telling me he’s here. Walking to the front door, I knock, but he doesn’t answer. It’s locked, so I stroll around to the back and find his bedroom door unlocked. As I walk inside, there is a bottle of tequila on his nightstand. “Nixon?” I call out and go in search of him, but don’t get a response or see him. There’s only one other place he could be. Looking outside, I spot him on his surfboard. On his bed is my swimming suit from the day before. I change out of my clothes and into it. Walking along the sand ‘til I reach the shoreline, I watch him gazing out at the water and worry about what’s really going on with him. He’s sitting on his board, looking out at the ocean with his back to me. It’s a really calm day, there are not enough waves to surf, but this is where he’s happiest.

  Jumping in, I begin to swim and forget all about my leg. Suddenly it begins to sting, the sea salt burning it, but I push through the pain, needing to get to him. As I approach his board, he’s lost in a trance. He doesn’t even notice me next to him, until I climb on top. “Hey.” We are sitting face to face.

  “What are you doing here?” he asks me, alarmed.

  “Why are you ignoring me?”

  “I’m not, Cam.” He looks down, his hands splayed out in front of him.

  “Yeah, you are,” I tell him and try to look into his eyes. He won’t even look at me. I can feel him pushing me away, the same way he did all those years ago, and for no good reason. “Don’t do this to me again, Nixon.”

  “I’m not doing anything. I didn’t ask you to come here; you should really go.”

  “So that’s how you’re going to treat me? After we spent the most amazing couple of days together, now I should just leave?”

  He looks to the left, swallowing. I catch sight of his Adam’s apple moving in his throat and I’ll be damned if I let him do this to us again. “Goddammit, Nixon, fuckin’ look at me!” I scream at him and his eyes meet mine. “I lost you once and it about killed me. I will not lose you again, no matter what. So whatever it is that’s going on in your head, you better figure it the fuck out.”

  “I’ve told you, I can’t give you what you need,” he says and looks down again. “I wish I could…but I just don’t think I can.”

  “Yes, you can. You know why? ‘Cause all I need is you. Remember what I said, ‘one day at a time.’” He looks at me, my words doing something to him.

  “Maybe that’s how you feel, but what about when I fuck up again?”

  “What are you talking about?” I ask him.

  “How are you going to feel the next time I fuck up?”

  “You’re not even making sense, Nixon. Are you going back to the Navy?”

  He shakes his head, and I scoot a little closer to him and touch his face. “Then we’ve got nothing to worry about.”

  “Since the day I left for the Navy, I hated myself for what I did to you, and seeing you back with my family yesterday, it’s where you belonged all along, and I fucked that all up. I took Conner from you as well. I left you with nothing—no one—I fucking hate myself for it.” Tears gloss over his eyes.

  “Don’t do this. Don’t live in the past. Everything happens for a reason, Nixon, you have to believe that. From this moment forward, make things right for us. I trust that you’ll never hurt me again and you have to, too.” He kisses my palm that is touching his face. Then takes my hand in his, scooting closer to me as well. He’s breathing harshly, looking me in the eye.

  “But I don’t, you know why?” I shake my head. “‘Cause I knew leaving you was wrong and I still did it.”

  Our conversation is brought to a halt by his words and we sit staring into each other’s eyes, the waves rocking beneath us. If he knew it was wrong, then why do it? Why lie about everything and say that it was for my own good? At a loss, I do the only thing I can: force him to choose.

  Untying
my swimming suit at my neck, I let my tits pop out and he looks around at the beach behind us. Then covers them back up and says, “What are you doing, crazy?” He doesn’t like it, and then I untie each side of my swimming suit bottoms. No one is around and we are so far out that if anyone is on the beach, they couldn’t make out what we are doing. My bottoms fall open and he looks down at my pussy, like he’s in pain. “Why are you doing this?”

  “Because, if you really feel like you’re going to hurt me again, then I want you to look at me and swim away. Let’s end this now…or, you can stay with me and we’ll at least try. No one’s perfect, I’m not expecting you to be, but please don’t give up so easily.” Immediately he rubs my clit, and I take that as he doesn’t want to let me go, that he wants to try.

  “You know we can’t fuck out here.”

  “Why not?” I ask him and take his cock out, looking down at it. He is stiff and makes my pussy clench. I swallow, wanting him inside me and he pulls me closer. “Wrap your legs behind me,” he says, getting carried away in the moment. I lift them out of the water. He leans back, balancing out the weight on his end of the board and I do the same, watching as he slides himself inside me, skin to skin, nothing separating us. “Fuck me, Cam,” he requests and slowly I start to move. The calm ocean rolling beneath us, mixing with my movements, has me nervous that we’ll flip over, but if we do, we’ll keep fucking wherever we fall.

  My eyes are on the point where our bodies connect, his pulsating dick so hard as I move up and down on it. He feels incredible inside me. This is the first time I’ve ever been with anyone unprotected and I couldn’t want it more.

  I moan, my body igniting in pleasure and as my eyes check the beach, he says to me, “Look at me, don’t worry about anything else.”

  I nod, looking deep into his blue eyes, his thumb rubbing me right where I need it. Matched with the head of his cock inside me as I slide up and down, it’s too much to handle. I fight it, but lose. Coming hard, I gladly give over to the desire right as Nixon does. A blast of his cum fills me, and although we didn’t fully settle our conversation, him doing this was his way of accepting to give things a shot. And knowing we’re going to makes me feel like everything will be okay. I mean it has to be—I can’t live without him again.

  16

  Nixon

  As I walk along the beach with Cameron, everything feels right. After I dropped her off at home last night and drank myself into oblivion, it was clear to me that I was falling for her. All the memories I’d worked years at suppressing, she’s slowly bringing back to reality. And the fact that she’s willing to accept me and take things one day at a time gives me hope. I have a good feeling we could make it this time.

  “You’re quiet,” she says and I feel like I’m in a bit of a funk.

  “I don’t mean to be.”

  “Then don’t. You can open up to me, Nixon.”

  I nod and pick up a perfect seashell handing it to her. “Thank you,” she tells me, smiling. Something so simple that I missed more than I ever realized. “You know…Mack was pissed you weren’t there today.” She tries to change the subject and I go along with her.

  “I’m sure he was. How were Guy and Luke?”

  “Guy was pissed, Luke was…well, how Luke always is.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask her, wrapping my fingers around hers. She exhales, holding my hand back. The small gesture satisfying her.

  “He’s easygoing, you know that. But they both really wanted to go out today. There are some boaters missing off the coast of Miami and they wanted to search for them.

  “Why couldn’t you?”

  “Mack wouldn’t let us go up without you.”

  “Damn, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

  “It’s okay. You know as well as I do that they didn’t survive. They were out at sea during a hurricane.”

  I nod knowing she is right. Mother Nature isn’t gentle, and she sure as hell doesn’t take pity upon anyone.

  “So, are you coming to work tomorrow?”

  “Yeah,” I tell her and wonder if she wants to tell Guy and Luke about us. “What do you think we should say to the guys?”

  “About what?” she asks, picking up another seashell.

  “Us.”

  “Nothing yet. We’re taking things one day at a time, remember?”

  “I do and nothing will change that…but don’t you think we should be honest?” I ask her, wanting to be sure, especially because of her past with Luke.

  “We’ll tell them…when the time’s right.”

  “Luke better keep his fucking dick in his pants,” I tell her and she says to me, “You’ve got nothing to worry about. I won’t let anything happen, but you’re going to have to keep yourself in control.”

  Sticking my hands up in front of me, I tell her, “Shouldn’t be a problem as long as I get to fuck you at the end of the day.” She smirks, but doesn’t answer me. She’s playing hardball and I like it. “That is unless you have other plans?”

  “You know,” she says, “I’m really busy in the evenings, so you might have to fuck me in the mornings.”

  “How about both?” I ask her, stopping her on the beach and pulling her close to me.

  “That works too.”

  She smiles so beautifully, and I ask her, “Did you eat yet today?”

  “No, you?”

  “Nope, wanna grab a bite to eat?”

  “You mean other than each other?” she smirks.

  “Sure,” I tell her as we walk up to my condo. “Do you still like lobster?” she asks me.

  “Do you really have to ask? You know it’s my favorite.”

  “There’s a new place not far from here that has the best lobster rolls. You wanna go?”

  “Yeah, I’m game.”

  “Okay,” she responds and changes out of her swimming suit and back into her clothes. My eyes are all over her body as I get a glimpse of her tits and ass. Jesus, she’s perfect.

  “You gonna stare all day or change yourself?”

  “I’m wearing this.” She rolls her eyes at me as I toss on a tank top. I’m most comfortable in my board shorts. I lived for far too long behind a uniform. “This place isn’t formal or anything, is it?”

  “Not at all.”

  “You’re beautiful, you know that, right?”

  She beams, like it’s the first time I’ve told her. She shyly pulls her hair up, keeping her back to me. “Ready?” she asks.

  I take her hand in mine and we leave. She drives up to the place and still hasn’t responded to my comment. I’m really not even sure what I wanted her to say, but I do want her to know how beautiful she is. When she walks into a room, everyone looks at her, she takes it over, she’s so fuckin’ gorgeous.

  “You good, everything with us?” I ask.

  “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” she questions me back.

  “I’m just making sure, ‘cause I was a dick earlier.”

  Briefly, she glances over at me and then says, “I understand what you’re going through.”

  Parking in front of the two-story restaurant with what appears to be a rooftop bar on it, I ask her, “You gonna let me buy your sexy ass dinner before I take you home and fuck the shit out of you?”

  She smirks at my comment, but we both know I’m dead serious.

  Walking inside, a waitress says, breezing on by, “Feel free to sit anywhere.” I follow Cameron up to the roof. “Pretty sweet view,” I tell her.

  “What can I get ya’ll to drink?” a cute surfer chick asks.

  I look at Cameron and she says, “I’ll take a water.” I look at the beers on tap and order a lager. The girl walks off and I ask Cam, “A water…really?”

  “I have to drive.”

  “Oh please, one beer with dinner isn’t gonna kill ya.”

  “I know it won’t, but one will lead to six, and we have work tomorrow.

  I stop giving her a hard time and ask, “Do you know what you’re going to get?”
/>   “The lobster roll, you?”

  “The same, that’s why you brought me here, isn’t it?”

  “Indeed it is. You wanna split one and then get some lobster cheese dip too?”

  “Sure, you mind ordering for us. I gotta take a piss.”

  She smiles at me and I kiss her before walking off. Wishing she’d follow me. Her lips drive me wild, my cock awakening anytime I feel them, and I battle with it as I leave her.

  Finishing up in the bathroom, I get a text from Cameron, Don’t come back to the table. Guy and Macey are here.

  Are you serious? Just fucking tell them.

  I wait for her to respond, but she doesn’t so I text her again, What the fuck should I do?

  Walking back out, I decide to take a seat at the bar and watch them all visiting. I can sense that Cameron isn’t into it. She’s stressed and I want to make it better.

  The waitress comes out of the back with a tray of food and I stop her, “Would you mind not telling those other people at the table that I came here with her?”

  She nods, a little confused but walks off. Rounding the back of the bar, so I can walk like I am leaving, I pretend to be on my phone and stroll on by their table, sure enough Guy spots me. “Nixon?” he hollers out and I stop, looking at him and then Cameron.

  “I gotta call you back,” I say into my phone then slip it into my pocket.

  “What are you doing here?” Guy asks me, “I assumed you were sick since you missed work today.

  “I tweaked my back surfing, bro, I left Mack a message. Didn’t he tell you?”

  “No, he said he hadn’t heard from you.”

  “Don’t know; I called him.”

  “Do you wanna have a seat?” Macey asks, thankfully changing the subject.

  “Oh, I don’t want to interrupt your meal.”

  “You’re not. We bombarded Cam,” Guy says