Claudia Mackenzie and Martin Grey take a short break between ghost hunting jobs and head for an island in the Bahamas. They want to get into the spirit of the placeāand the spirits want to get into them.
āWeāre here, folks.ā
Claudia came to with a start and realized sheād drifted off to sleep in Martinās arms. The boatmanās comment accompanied a loud clatter as his shipmate stood in the bows ready to secure one of the jettyās mooring cleats with a boat-hook.
āWow.ā She sat up and looked around at the teal-blue waters of the Bahamas. āI could swear we only just left Hope Town. An hour sure passed quickly.ā
āDidnāt it just?ā Martin unwrapped his arms from around her waist, his fingers brushing the undersides of her breasts in a slow, deliberate caress. He turned his attention to the island. āIt looks nice, anyway.ā
āTypical British understatement.ā She grinned. āItās beautiful.ā
The boat had entered a small bay on the eastern side of Bronze Island, mooring alongside a short jetty of gray weathered wood. Palm trees fringed the beach, their dark leaves a strong contrast to the pale gold coral sand. Small waves lapped the shore, the water turning from teal-blue through aquamarine to a deep royal blue where it met the channel. Away to the west, she could make out the olive-green line of Eleuthera Island on the horizon.
Martin stood and stretched as the boatman passed the two suitcases ashore to his shipmate. āDo you think you could tolerate a few days here?ā
āJust watch me.ā She lowered her voice. āIt sure does compensate for being fired.ā
āI hoped it would. You can put all that crap behind you now.ā He grinned. āYouāre no longer a realtorāyouāre a ghost hunter!ā
Claudia laughed and hugged him. āMaybe, for now, we can just be beachcombers.ā
The boatmenās teeth shone white in their weathered faces as they grinned at them. Releasing Claudia, Martin leaped onto the jetty and then helped her across the narrow gap of water. āWelcome to Bronze Island, madam.ā
āThank you, kind sir.ā
The senior boatman pointed to a path running between the palm trees. āYour cabinās at the end of that path, folks. Youāll find it has adequate cell-phone reception if you need it. The fridge is fully stocked. Weāll be back in a couple of days. Enjoy yourselves.ā
Martin shook the manās hand. āThanks.ā
āNo worries.ā The boatman nodded to his shipmate, who released the boat-hook from the cleat.
The boatman opened the throttle, guiding the motorboat around and away from the shore in a long lazy loop. In next to no time the boat dwindled out to sea and rounded the point, disappearing from view. The sound of its engine faded into a profound silence.
Claudia put her arms around Martinās neck and pulled him close to look deep into his eyes. āAlone, at last, Marty.ā
āOh yes.ā He smiled. āWe can do whatever we want.ā
āI look forward to that,ā she purred.
They picked up their suitcases and followed the sandy path up the slight rise and between the palm trees. It curved around to the left for a hundred yards or so before emerging into a cleared area where a solid-looking brick bungalow stood overlooking the sea.
Claudia eyed the wrap-around veranda, the ocher walls, green door and window shutters, and the pyramidal red tiled roof. Solar panels glinted on the south-facing roof, and a small wind turbine whirred on top of a mast located behind the little building. A climbing plant bearing bright crimson trumpet-shaped flowers with a white center had colonized one of the veranda posts. The air almost hummed with their rich perfume.
āSome cabin. Iād call it a ranch house.ā
Martin walked up the short flight of wooden steps and nodded to where two hammocks swayed in the breeze, their ends secured to the veranda posts. āTwo bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchenāand those for lounging in.ā
āIāve never fucked in a hammock.ā Claudia pushed one and watched it sway.
Martin chuckled. āNor have I.ā
āDo you feel anything supernatural here?ā
āOh, there may be something about.ā
Claudia eyed him. āYou said that in an airy kind of way.ā
Martin gave her a gentle smile. āThereās nothing hostile around, I can tell you that. Seriously, you and I can both relax and forget about the New York case for a while.ā
āWell, okay then. Iāll hold you to that.ā
Martinās gentle smile took on an amorous guise. āYou can hold me to anything you like.ā
They entered the cabin, and as Martin set down the cases, Claudia stroked his arm. āIāve something new Iād like to try out, lover.ā
Claudia knew Martin as well as anybody, trusted him more than anyone in her life, yet she still felt a frisson of trepidation at suggesting they try something out of the ordinary.
His smile widened. āOh yes?ā
She lowered her voice to a purr. āOh yes.ā
They unpacked in the larger of the two bedrooms. A bright, airy room painted creamy white with a stunning view over the sea to Eleuthera. Claudia held up her bikini and studied it for a moment before tossing it aside. āWeāre all alone out here for two days, Marty. Why the hell do we need to wear clothing?ā
āYour logic is impeccable, my dear.ā Martin took her into his arms and kissed her deeply, tongue flicking to meet hers. He slowly broke the kiss and stared at her with his roguish smile. āWhy indeed?ā
He stepped back and peeled his tee-shirt over his head in one swift, fluid motion. Claudia watched as his shorts followed, then his sandals. The huge bulge in the front of Martinās briefs held her attention. Claudiaās heart began to beat faster as Martin tucked his thumbs into the waistband and lowered the briefs in a slow, steady motion.
āOh, myyy! Iāll never tire of that, lover.ā
Stepping up to Martin, Claudia stroked her fingers over his shaft, running her nails up and down its stiffening length. He held her by the shoulders and kissed her.
āYouāre wearing too many clothes for one who wants to walk naked for three days,ā he whispered.
āSo I am.ā