I close my eyes when her keening moans increase and her pussy clenches on me. She’s on the cusp of climax and I’m on her heels. She throws her head back with reckless abandon and screams her climax when my seed lashes into her. I pump my hips and claim her body, marking her with my come. I don’t stop until she’s sighing and panting and fully relaxed beneath me.
“Gorgeous,” I say, leaning down to plant a kiss on her cheek.
“My God, what was that?” she whispered. “I got turned on looking at you. This isn’t me. I’m not—"
“Me neither,” I tell her. We’re still entangled together. I’ve just fucked her, but I’m not sated. I want more.
“Something’s happening here,” she whispers. She looks in my eyes searchingly. Hers are a delicate, bright green.
“I know.” I don’t know what else to say, so I lean down and kiss her again.
“Dear God,” she says, when I pull away. “This place is bewitched or something.”
“Or something,” I mutter. “Christ. Get your dress on before I fuck you again. We’ve got to get up to the shelter and secure things before nightfall.”
She pulls away reluctantly, jumping back in the water to clean off but I don’t look this time. I can’t. If I do, I don’t trust myself not to fuck her again.EightHarperI have no idea what just happened. I mean, I do. I just fucked a man I hardly know, in the middle of nowhere, like a wanton whore.
Who am I?
It’s like we both lost total control at the same time. He went all animalistic on me and I caved like a house of cards. But God, I don’t regret it. I don’t regret it for a minute.
I’ve had polite sex, and lackluster sex, and pretty damn good sex, but never anything like that.
My throat still hurts a little from where he wrapped his hand around it. I touch the tender skin and smile to myself.
I liked it. God, I loved it.
My ass still stings from where he spanked me, and my scalp still burns from when he pulled my hair. I look down at my breasts, not surprised to see pink bite marks around my nipples. I turn away from him so he doesn’t see me smile. I feel so… badass.
What the hell is that about?
The rain stops as suddenly as it started. I shake my head as I make my way up the bank, wiping as much of the water off me as I can.
He manhandled me and I begged for more. My pussy clenches at the memory of his thick, hard cock gliding in and out of me.
I start when I think about what we just did.
Birth control.
I took my birth control pills yesterday.
Are they still in my bag? How many more do I have?
And is birth control enough? I don’t even know the man. I just had unprotected sex with a savage, wild man I met today.
Am I out of my mind? Honestly, I think I am. I really, truly, think that I’ve lost all semblance of reason. There’s something in the air, or hell, the water on this place. I look back at the pool I just stepped out of as if I expect magical purple smoke to be rising from it, but of course there’s nothing of the sort. I see the dead snake on the shore and cringe.
Something caws in the distance, shaking me out of my head. I grab my dress and pull it off the branch, whipping my head around to look to Cy.
“Just a bird,” he says. “Still, we have to get back up to shelter.”
He isn’t looking in my eyes but hungrily at my body, and I swear he’s hard again just looking at me. He swallows hard.
“We don’t have time for another round, cowboy,” I mutter. He shakes his head as if to clear his mind and shoots me a lopsided grin but doesn’t reply.
I can’t believe I just fucked him, like a sorority girl at a frat party in need of a one-night stand. It’s the island. It’s got to be. Because when I see him standing there, still dripping wet and flushed from fucking, I can’t help but smile back at him. If he stalked over to me right this very minute and manhandled me again, not gonna lie, I’d let him.
“Any ideas for dinner?” I ask him. My stomach growls, and he gives me a withering look.
“Hungry?” he asks.
I nod reluctantly. I will not admit I should’ve eaten the rodents. No way.
“A little,” I say, tugging the dress over my still-damp body. “Not starving.”
“Yet.”
When I tug my head through the neckline, I see him swallowing hard again, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Should’ve eaten the food I made you,” he mutters, staring at my breasts.
I grimace and step over toward him. “I… think I’m fine. Please, tell me there are other sources of food on this island?” I have protein bars, still, but they won’t last long.