Waves of Passion (Wild Women Trilogy Book #1) Read Free Page A

The only sound that reached my ears was the slapping of the waves on the side of the boats as they happily bobbed up and down in the ocean. The occasional creak of wood could be heard, but I wanted to hear voices, familiar voices that would tell me which direction to head search. Should I shout out, or would that alert them to my approach sending them further into hiding?
     
    In the darkness, it was hard to make anything out without my mind playing tricks on me. There were several other partygoers hanging around outside, some were smoking, some were kissing; each one of them I closely surveyed to see if it was Trey and Amber. I couldn't see them and this worried me even more, if they were only getting to know each other, then why would they go off somewhere unless they were up to no good, it wasn't that I distrusted Amber, it was the fact that I didn't trust Trey.
     
    I walked down towards the marina, the lights from the boats would give me more of a chance to recognize them if they were around. I suddenly heard Amber's voice and she sounded distressed. I followed the direction it was coming from and it led me to a boat that was moored in the darkest part of the marina. To make sure I wasn't about to make a fool of myself, I waited a moment for them to talk again. I could have been mistaken; it could have been laughter I'd heard. I heard Amber's voice once more and it confirmed to me that she was definitely not laughing.
     
    “Trey please,” she begged, “I don't want to do this, I hardly know you and I'm not that kind of girl.”
     
    That was enough for me; I didn't need to wait for her cry for help that I knew would follow soon enough.
     
    Leaning over and looking into the stern of the boat, Trey was sitting on top of Amber with her dress bunched up around her hips, her arms pinned to her sides leaving her unable to move. Trey had his back to me and I couldn't quite see what was happening, but I could see the look of horror on Amber's face and it was enough to set my blood boiling.
     
    “Get your hands off of her right now or I'll break both your arms," I said in a low menacing growl I hardly recognized.
     
    Trey jumped up immediately and if his open jeans were anything to go by, I'd arrived just in time. It was dark so I was slightly blinded to the expression on his face, but as he crammed himself back into his pants, he looked down at Amber with a cold stare.
     
    “Prick tease!” he spat, slapping her across the face and that was all the restraint I had. I punched him square in the jaw and started pummeling him with my fists. He scrambled away, his face and my knuckles bleeding. I drew a ragged breath and lunged after him, but he skulked off into the night without another word. Guys like that made me sick. He would prey on a sweet girl like Amber, strike her when she’d done nothing wrong and then run off with his tail between his legs when confronted by another guy who wasn’t going to let him get away with that kind of behavior.
     
    Amber was still in the small boat, and I could see she was trembling. I quickly jumped on board and gathered her up in my arms.
     
    “Oh Seth, thank God you came … he was trying to force me...” she sobbed, rubbing her arms where he'd had her brutally pinned down against her will. I put my arms around her and consoled her as best as I could. We sat for a couple of minutes in silence as she was clearly in shock, and I didn't really know what to say to her anyway. If I chided her it would be pointless, she knew she'd put herself in this position and she'd suffered enough, she didn't need me to tell her she'd acted like a fool. I was just relieved that she was safe and I'd got there in time, it could have been so much worse.
     
    “I'm sorry Seth; I know you were trying to warn me. Why I didn't listen I don't know ...” she trailed off and I cuddled her up to me a little closer.
     
    “It doesn't matter now, it's over and you're safe, but he's trouble and you know it.