The Billionaire & His Castaway (An Alexa Riley Promises Book 3)

by Alexa Riley

We rode on the boat for about an hour until we came to the private oasis. It’s a small island positioned with the lagoon against the current, so it has calm, crystal-blue waters. It’s warmer here, too, so that we can snorkel and then have lunch on the beach.

  “We’re getting pretty far from the boat,” Madeline says, looking back over her shoulder. “I can’t even see it anymore.”

  “I’m sure they’re just riding around or coasting until we’re finished. They’ll be back to pick us up.”

  She raises her palm to her forehead to block the sun out of her face, and looks around some more.

  “Is that what you said to them when we were getting off the boat? I don’t speak Spanish.”

  “Something like that,” I mumble. Then I speak up, steering the conversation elsewhere. “I brought my backpack with some snacks, and there’s a cooler on the kayak that’s been stocked for lunch. We’ve got plenty of time to explore.”

  I paddle us between two large rocks that open into the lagoon area. When the tide is low, it’s easy to maneuver around them, but when the tide comes in all the way, it’s too high to allow passage. If we’re inside the lagoon before the tide rises, we’ll be stuck in here.

  “Wow,” I hear Madeline whisper as it opens up and reveals a pristine beach, worthy of a postcard. “I’ve never seen something so beautiful.”

  “Neither have I,” I say, watching her.

  When I’d told her on the boat that she had no reason to be jealous and I had every right to be, I don’t think she understood my meaning.

  She can’t possibly be jealous because I’ve belonged to her since the moment I first saw her. There was never a second when I wasn’t completely hers, and I’d not so much as had a thought of anyone else since then. I couldn’t stand the thought of another woman besides my Madeline.

  But I have every right to be jealous. She doesn’t belong to me. I’ve seen the internal struggle she has with herself about giving in or not. At least some part of Madeline wants me, but she fights it. I have to worry about every other man that comes in contact with her while she’s doing battle with her body. I want to own every part of her, and I’m prepared to take drastic measures to do so.

  After I paddle to shore, I get out and pull her onto dry land. Her eyes travel over my shirtless body, and I hope she likes what she sees. I’m not a trim guy or one that spends hours in the gym. I’d rather spend my time worshiping her body than working on my shape. I’m thick, but I’m strong, and if the look on her face is any indication, she’s okay with that.

  I reach out a hand, and after just a second of hesitation, she places her palm in mine. She misses a step on the way off, her foot sinking into the wet sand. Her curvy body falls flush against mine, and I feel every soft inch of her molding to me.

  I stare down into her brown eyes, and for a split second the heat sears between us. I start to lean down, wanting to feel my lips on hers, but she blinks her eyes, breaking the spell. She clears her throat and looks away, and it’s all I can do not to dig my hands into the span of her hips to keep her from moving away from me.

  “Thank you. Um, so what do we do now?”

  I’d like to tell her I’d throw her down and fuck her right here on the shoreline, but instead I let her go and grab one of the bags.

  “Let’s go snorkeling,” I say, holding up the mesh bag with the equipment. “So I can cool down.”

  I mumble the last part, giving her my back and trying like fuck to hide my growing erection. Once I’ve had a few breaths, I think I’m under control. I turn back around to see Madeline pull her cover-up off and toss it onto the kayak.

  “Did you put sunscreen on?” My voice is deeper than I intend it to be, and I swallow, trying to gain some composure. “You’ll burn quickly out here.”

  She bites her lip and shakes her head, and I reach into my backpack and pull out a bottle.

  “I can do that,” she nearly shouts, thrusting her hand out to me.

  “Unless you’re far more flexible than the average person, I think you’ll need a little help,” I say, running my eyes up and down her unholy body. “But if you can, then please, Madeline, enlighten me.”

  Even in the bright sunlight, I can see the blush hit her cheeks, so instead of handing her the bottle, I squeeze some of the lotion onto my hands and walk behind her.

  “Lift up your hair for me, sweets.”

  She lets out a little huff, but reaches behind her and holds her hair up for me. I have to bite my tongue to keep from groaning at the feel of her soft skin under my hands. I run the lotion along her shoulder, massaging it as I go. This should be innocent, but it’s anything but. My hands on her, in any way, feels sexual, and my body responds. Glancing down, I see my cock has made a sizeable tent in my swim trunks, and there is absolutely no way of hiding it. I’m nearly poking her ass, and if she rocks back even a fraction, she’ll know exactly how much I’m enjoying this.

  Unable to stop myself, I push my lotion-covered hands around her sides and to the top of her bathing suit. My fingertips just brush the sides of her breasts that are exposed from the triangle top, and I can see a shiver pass through her body.

  I lean down and whisper against her ear, “Just making sure you’re protected.”

  Then I run my hands down her back and brush my fingers just on the inside of her bathing suit bottoms. Rubbing the lotion along the lower region, I dip inside them with every pass. I could stop there, but I’m a selfish bastard and I don’t. I want as much of her as I can get, and this is too good of an excuse.

  Kneeling down behind her, I put more lotion on my hand, and then I start to rub the back of her thighs. She flinches at the touch at first, but then relaxes into the massage.

  From what I’ve heard, most women are so self-conscious about this part of their body. The dimples make them feel like they’re somehow unattractive. I’m not sure about other women, but Madeline is exquisite everywhere. All her dips and curves are absolute perfection, and I can’t stop touching her.

  I take my time, and when I know I can’t put it off any longer, I stop. But instead of standing up, I go for broke.

  “Turn around.”

  Slowly, she does as I ask, and she watches me as I’m kneeling before her, putting more lotion in my hands.

  “I can do that, Kenton,” she says, hardly above a whisper.

  God, I fucking love when she says my name.

  “I know, sweet. But I’m already here, so I might as well take care of you.”

  I reach forward, rubbing her legs, and she holds them forward for me, allowing me to continue to rub her. She’s so short that I don’t need to stand up to keep going, and thank God, because my cock has taken on a life of its own. People would run in fear if they saw this monster approaching their village.

  Moving up the tops of her thighs I look up and lock eyes with her as my fingers slip inside the straps of her hips and spread the lotion. Her shaky hands reach out and land on my shoulder to steady herself, and my hands move up her stomach. When I get to the bottom of her bikini top, I realize it would only take a slight tug to release a breast and have her nipple in my mouth. My teeth and tongue ache to feel the hard bud, and I have to grit my teeth to ease the need.

  My big hands span her stomach and move up slowly. I watch as her full lips part, and she releases a breath, and I wonder if she’s wet. The white bathing suit bottom reveals nothing, but I want to pull it to the side and peek to see if her pink folds are as damp as my trunks. The two of us are desperate to entwine.

  “I’ve got it from here,” Madeline suddenly says, turning away from me and taking a step away.

  I have to blink a few times and take a deep breath to remember where I am. Fucking Christ, that was intense, and I damn well know she felt it.

  Then I feel a sinister smile spread across my lips.

  “Hey, sweets. Do you think you could do me?”

  Chapter Five

  Madeline

  It’s been hours and I can still feel him agains
t my fingertips, no matter how many times I’ve tried to forget. Even after all the time we spent snorkeling, it’s still all I can think about.

  I glance over at Kenton, who’s pulling stuff out of the bag he brought, and he hands me a bottle of water.

  “The tide is changing,” I say, pointing to where we entered the lagoon. “When is the boat coming back? Shouldn’t they be here by now?”

  I start walking down the beach to get a better look, but it’s all the same. There’s a ring of rocks around the lagoon keeping the water still and warm. But beyond that is a giant ocean with waves that look to be getting bigger by the minute.

  “I don’t think the kayak is going to hold up on those waves,” Kenton says from behind me, much closer than I expect.

  “What are we going to do? The boat can’t come in the lagoon, it’s too big. We can’t take the kayak out in that.” I feel a little panic start to sneak up my spine, and I turn to look at Kenton. “Oh God, what if they don’t come back? The sun is setting. What--”

  “Relax, Madeline.” His voice is soothing, and he reaches out, rubbing his big palms up and down my arms. “Just take a deep breath. The tide may have been too rough, and they headed back. I’ve got plenty of supplies, and I’m sure they’ll come for us soon. Just take a breath. Don’t freak out on me.”

  I swallow the lump in my throat and do what he says. Taking a deep breath, I try to calm my rising fear and just focus on what we can control. The sun will be setting soon, and by the look of the pack Kenton brought, I’m sure we’ll be fine until morning. This will all be okay. We’ve got our sea kayak, supplies, and they’ll come for us. They have to, the freaking owner of their hotel is with me. That thought goes a long way to calm me. People will be looking for him. Lots of people. I’m sure it’s just the change in tide or the current, and they’ll be back soon enough.

  “Okay,” I say, taking another breath. “Okay.” The second time my answer is stronger, and I nod, looking around us.

  “Let’s have a look around and see if there’s anything we can use for a shelter.”

  I bite my lip as the panic returns. We’re going to have to stay the night.

  “Hey.” Kenton grabs my chin and makes me look up at him. “Just in case, I know you don’t like me very much, but I promise to take care of you. Okay? I won’t let anything happen to you, Madeline. I swear it on my life.”

  His words shouldn’t soothe me, but they do. Somehow knowing he’s here and he will keep me safe pushes the panic away again, and the fear recedes. I don’t know what I’d do if he wasn’t here.

  “Stay by my side.”

  He takes my hand in his large one, and warmth spreads through me. It’s the feeling I got when he had his hands all over me before. I shouldn’t be getting turned on right now, but my body is thinking otherwise.

  I follow behind Kenton, gripping his palm, as he leads me from the edge of the water and away from the lagoon. There’s a line of trees just beyond the white sand, and I look into them, trying to see beyond the jungle of leaves. Gripping his hand tighter, I start to think of what could be lurking past that.

  “I’ve got you, sweets.”

  He looks back over his shoulder, winking at me, and the nickname does the job of annoying me, making me forget about what we’re doing.

  We walk to the edge, and Kenton leads us in. He pushes big leaves and vines out of my way and holds them up for me as I pass through in places. It’s cool in the shade, but without the wind from the beach, it’s still a little hot and muggy. I have my hair piled on top of my head, but the strands that have escaped instantly stick to my neck and I feel a sheen of sweat break out all over.

  I think we’ve gone about fifty yards in when I hear water again. Thinking that the island must be tiny and we’re reaching the other side, I’m shocked when we step through the jungle and see a waterfall. It’s like something out of a movie, and I stand there, holding Kenton’s hand in shock.

  Crystal-blue water streams down off a rock ledge, creating a pool of water below. There are large smooth rocks around the edge, and the sun streams down onto them. The sand is white, and I can see to the bottom of the pond. It looks to be about waist deep, and I lick my lips in thirst.

  “Think it’s fresh water?” I ask, wondering if we can drink it.

  “Probably brackish. A little salt and a little fresh. But I brought plenty of water,” Kenton says, giving my hand a squeeze, so I look up at him. “I used to be a boy scout.”

  I roll my eyes and try not to think about how good it feels to hold his hand. And how good his bare chest looks with the tan he got today. His olive skin is a deep brown already just from an afternoon in the sun.

  There’s sweat trickling down his chest, and I watch a drop roll down and across his thick waist. Jesus, he could play football with how big he is. My eyes roam back up his body to find him smirking down at me. He’s caught me staring, and I look away so he can’t see my embarrassment.

  “You look like you could stand to cool off, too. Let’s take a quick dip.”

  He pulls me towards the edge of the water, and we slip off our shoes. I drop his hand and walk in, hating that I’m not holding his hand anymore but needing the small distance. I’m beginning to like him touching me far too much.

  I’m surprised by how cool the water is, but it feels amazing after stomping around in the jungle. When I walk out and get to just above my waist, I feel Kenton coming up behind me. I sink down the rest of way, cooling off my hot body and trying to hide it as well. I don’t know why, but I’m suddenly shy, as if coming to this secret part of the island has made this much more intimate.

  I watch as he dips off, and then he smiles at me. He looks like he’s about to say something, when I cry out.

  “Ouch!” I shout, nearly leaping out of the water.

  Kenton is beside me in a heartbeat pulling me into his arms. I climb up his body, fear pounding in my chest as I look down at the water and all around us.

  “I think you just stepped on a shell,” Kenton says, looking at my foot.

  He’s got me cradled in his arms, and I see just a tiny scrape on the side of my foot. I feel ridiculous looking at the red mark and feel dumb for overreacting. But then I realize that I’m in Kenton’s arms again, and I can’t bring myself to regret it. I like being here.

  “Just a little nervous,” I say, looking at him through my lashes.

  “You’re safe with me.”

  He doesn’t release me. Instead he walks us to where the water is deeper and the waterfall comes down. We near the spray of the water, and the sound is loud but somehow soothing. I keep my arms around Kenton’s neck, and he adjusts my body. The water is deeper here, up to his chest, so I probably couldn’t touch the bottom. He moves my legs so they’re around his waist, and his hands go to my thighs to hold me up. My center is pressed against his stomach, and I can’t help but wonder what I would feel if I slipped a little lower.

  “Lean back,” Kenton says, and his voice is thick. It’s deeper than it was before, but I don’t question him and do as he says.

  The waterfall comes down gently on my hair, and I arch my back to get closer, the cool water feeling so good on my hot body. It’s made even hotter because I’m in his arms. I feel one of his big hands move to my lower back to support me as I slip a little lower on his body.

  I feel what can only be his hard cock against my ass, and I freeze. If I didn’t know better I’d say there was a baseball bat floating around this pond, but the way it’s pressed against me and demanding attention, I have no doubt it’s all Kenton.

  When I look up, I see Kenton’s eyes are hooded, and he’s got an expression on his face that can only be described as hungry. Before I can say a word, his mouth is on mine.

  When our lips meet, it feels as if a fuse has been lit and there is an explosion coming. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, not waiting for an invitation. His hand moves to my ass, and the steel rod of his cock moves between us. He grinds me against him, and before
I know what I’m doing I’m working my hips with his hands. My arms go up around his neck, and my lower body works his cock like a stripper pole.

  I’ve never in my life acted like this. Something about being alone on an island with a man like Kenton has my base instincts reacting to him. I spread my legs wider to give him what he wants. My hands are moving down and rubbing his chest as his mouth devours mine. His tongue is warm and strong as he takes the kiss. My hormones are skyrocketing, and I feel bold. Bold enough to trail my hand down his stomach and to his swim trunks.

  His full lips never break the kiss as my hand reaches inside them, and I find the length of this shaft. My small fingers have a hard time encircling all of him, but when I manage, I give him a hard squeeze, and then it happens.

  “Fuck,” he nearly roars as he breaks the kiss.

  It’s then I feel warmth around my palm, and I realize I just made him cum. Holy shit, I’m like a sex goddess. One touch and I made this guy go off. I wonder if it’s always this easy for girls to do this.

  Before I know what’s happening, his lips are back on mine and I’m lost to sensation again. I still have my hand on his cock, and it hasn’t gone down at all. Isn’t that supposed to happen after a man cums? Maybe he didn’t and that isn’t what happened.

  It’s then his mouth moves to my neck, and all-new sensations start going through my body. He licks me in a place I didn’t know could feel so good, and I shiver.

  “Did you cum?” I ask on a moan as he licks me in the same place again.

  “Yes,” he growls, and I feel powerful again. “And I’m about to again.”

  I squeeze his length in my hand again, and then I feel my pussy clench. Like she’s longing for him.

  He moves his mouth from my neck, and his eyes stare into me as he reaches between us and takes my wrist. For a second I think he’s going to take my hand away, but after an intense moment he starts moving it up and down. He’s using my hand to jerk himself off, and for some reason, that dirty action turns me on.

  He lets go of my wrist for a second and reaches up to my bathing suit. He pushes one of the triangles out of the way, then the other, before putting his hand back on my wrist. His eyes penetrate me there, his stare fierce and almost angry. I see his jaw clench, and I wonder if he’s trying to keep himself from putting his mouth on me there. God, what would it feel like to have someone suck on me?