She gave him an odd look. “And after we’re rescued?”
“You pushing for a ring on your finger and we’ve known each other a couple of days?” As the words fell out of his mouth, he wanted them back.
She jerked free of his hold and adjusted her clothing. The hard-as-nails woman who had first solicited his services as a pilot returned. Gone was the woman who let loose, screaming his name in ecstasy.
“Anne,” he whispered, reaching for her.
She stared at his hand as if it were carrying something contagious. “My name is Annette.”
Shit. He’d fucked up in a big way.
* * * * *
Keoni watched as Christy picked up his t-shirt from the edge of the bed. Though only a double, its mattress was thick. The boat had two staterooms. One he used as his master bedroom, as he slept on the boat most nights, and the other was for guests. Often the ladies would go lie down while the men fished and drank. Occasionally, one of his first mates would catch a couple having sex. They always pretended not to know what was going on.
Thinking of it, he tilted his head. His hard cock strained against his swim trunks. Her panties hugged her ass, cut into the style of a damn sexy pair of boy shorts. The pink lace was practically transparent. Outside, he’d been able to see the subtle coloring of the dark thatch of hair guarding her pussy. As she lifted the shirt over her head, he felt a deep sense of remorse that he’d given it to her. He should have immediately hid every piece of clothing he had and made her stay in her lacy outfit.
“I still can’t get anyone on the radio. Just that first guy who didn’t seem to know much,” he said, hoping to make her turn around before the shirt fell down over her amazingly large breasts. He wanted just one more glimpse of them. She turned mid-action and he wasn’t disappointed. They nearly spilled out of her bra. For the love of pussy, he wanted to throw her down on the bed and fuck her! “It’s hard to believe that there are a lot of boats marooned like we are.”
“I just wish we knew how this happened,” she said. The shirt snagged on her tits as she threaded her arms in. “Maybe it was some kind of natural disaster?”
“That drained the ocean and left us on a beach?” Keoni wanted to stick his cock between the big globes and hump until he squirted a necklace of his cum across her delicate throat.
“It was just a theory.” She frowned, her eyes following his down to her chest. “I don’t see you offering any explanations beyond a sea god and, what is it you asked me? Was I an ocean walker? I don’t even know what that means.”
“It’s nothing. Your presence took me by surprise and I just blurted the first thing that came to mind,” he dismissed. “Sailors say there are people who can navigate the water as easily as land—living in both worlds.”
“Mermaids,” she nodded, though it was clear by her expression she had no idea what she was talking about. She probably thought merfolk were pretty, cartooned, half-fish women who sat around on rocks singing all day.
“Regardless, the man said help was coming in a few days.” He cleared his throat, needing to change the subject. He hated the idea of lying to her, but he couldn’t tell her the truth about himself. Supernaturals liked to keep to themselves for a reason. “Do you have a job or something you’ll be late for?”
“I’m kind of in between jobs.”
“What is it you normally do?”
“I, ah…” Christy sighed heavily. “I developed this line of body products and ran my own boutique. Anyway, the products caught hold in the celebrity circles and it took off. I sold it two months ago to a major cosmetic company because I couldn’t keep up with the demand. My cousin Anne helped me invest the money, so basically I never have to get a job again. Though, to tell the truth, it still sounds a little weird saying, ‘I’m rich’. I don’t feel any different. And to tell you the truth, I’m lost without a job to go to. I have no idea what people do all day when they don’t work eighteen-hour days.”
“That’s an admirable accomplishment. I, too, own a business. My own boat charters. Soon, I’ll expand and hire more staff.”
She sat down on his bed and he took a leisurely step into the room. Dark polished wood gleamed on the bedframe and dresser. The cream carpet was new and still had that fresh smell. A long, rectangular-shaped frame had been bolted over the bed, showcasing a landscape of shadowy figures picking seashells off the beach in the magenta light of evening. He hadn’t picked the picture. It came with the boat.
Christy bit her lip. “So do you think it’s possible a mermaid clan of some sort did this? Out of all the possibilities, a magical being of some sort seems the likeliest of answers and mermaids could, assumedly, control the water. Everyone knows supernaturals exist, but there really should be some laws regulating them messing with our lives, you know? I can’t believe some creature sent us here and just stranded us. They’re probably watching us right now, having a good laugh.”
Creature?
Being a “creature” himself, Keoni wasn’t sure he appreciated the tone in her voice. Still, as her wide olive eyes looked at him, he couldn’t find the willpower to be mad about it. He’d just have to keep being an ocean walker to himself. “It’s not so bad, is it? I can think of worse places to be stranded than a tropical island. There’s plenty of bottled water in the fridge and I had a good catch earlier. So long as you don’t mind fish, we won’t starve.”
“Yeah, but what are we going to do until then?” She sighed dramatically. “Lie around getting suntans?”
Unable to help himself, as his libido slowly took over his mind, he said, “I wouldn’t mind watching you lie out in the sun for a few days wearing those cute little panties.”
Her mouth opened in surprise and he let a slow grin spread across his features.
“You didn’t think I noticed?” He took a step toward her, willing her not to put up a fight. His cock strained and if he didn’t stick it into something soon, the arousal would probably kill him.
Okay, so not literally, but it felt like it could.
“Of course I know you noticed. But it’s not very gentlemanly of you to talk about it,” she stammered.
“How about I even the score?” Keoni’s hands went to his waist, unbuttoning the swim trunks. He pushed them down, completely naked underneath. His cock, now free of the material, sprang forward. Her eyes widened, instantly glued to his erection. She licked her lips slowly and her breathing visibly deepened. Her hips wiggled on the bed ever-so slightly.
“You’re, ah…” She gulped, gesturing at his penis.
“Desperate to fuck you,” he finished.
“I was going to say well-endowed,” she countered.
Keoni chuckled, grabbing his shaft. “It feels even bigger than it looks. Want to touch it? No one has to know how naughty you are on this trip.”
“I don’t really care what anyone else thinks,” she answered.
His grin widened. He liked independent women. He stepped closer to the bed, so she could reach him. “Then why don’t you touch me.”
“Are your shots up to date?” she asked. He nodded. “Mine, too.”
Christy reached her hand forward to touch him. He grunted. “I much rather you touch me with something else.”
Her eyes darted up to his, widening. Slowly, she began to open her mouth, as if to lean forward and taste him.
“I was thinking more of your breasts. They look soft.” His voice lowered to a husky murmur.
Christy hesitated and he worried she might tell him no. Finally, she pulled his shirt off, dropping it on the floor. Her eyes on his, she reached behind her back and unlatched the bra. It instantly fell forward, the small material unable to keep hold on her breasts now that it was free. Glorious tits spilled forward, large and natural and seemingly bigger now that they were untamed by the sexy lace. With a flick of her wrist, her panties pooled around her feet to reveal the damp curls of her pussy.
He stepped onto the stair leading up to the high bed. The height of her breasts to his
cock wouldn’t work, so he ordered, “Lie back.”
She did. Lashes fell heavily over her gaze.
“Grab them. Pinch the nipples. Make them hard.” His breathing deepened. He’d always been a breast man and seeing this pair made him want to scream for joy. As she obeyed, he groaned. “Mm, good, that’s it.”
Keoni crawled onto the bed, straddling her waist. He leaned forward, his cock touching her warm flesh. Christy arched, instantly enfolding her breasts around his dick. He tensed at the pleasure of it, almost unable to believe that she was letting him do this.
He pumped his hips, enveloped in the wonderful softness. His cock urged him to continue, but he knew she wouldn’t find fulfillment like this. Keoni drew his body down, letting his erection trail over her flat stomach.
“You haven’t even kissed me,” she said, a small pout forming on her lips.
Keoni didn’t need more invitation than that. He took her mouth with his, instantly deepening the kiss with all the passion coursing through his body. Their tongues met, twirling and thrusting. He slipped a thigh down between her legs, pushing them open. The heady scent of her body called to him and he found himself eager to push into her depths.
The warm slit of her cunt brushed against him. He made an animalistic noise and worked his other leg between her thighs so her legs straddled his waist. Bracing his weight with one hand, he guided his cock to the wet slit. The hot depths called to him and he answered with a hard thrust. His dick stretched her wide and her pussy nearly took all of him. The tightness of her sex surprised him and he groaned, rolling his head back on his shoulders.
“Ah, you’re right,” she gasped. “It feels even bigger than it looks.”
He would have chuckled at her words if his body wasn’t strained to the point of near agony. Pulling out, he thrust forward once more. She took him deeper as he seated himself to the balls.
Keoni grabbed a handful of breast and squeezed. His fingers ran across the hard nipple. The tight hold of her pussy gripped him as he pumped his hips, in and out, in and out, deeper and harder. Her soft cries of approval urged him on.
“Ah, I haven’t been fucked like this in a long, long time,” she said.
Her words made him work harder. He needed to make her forget everyone but him. She slipped her hand between them, rolling her clit beneath her fingers. His feet touched the edge of the bed and he braced his weight with his knees to keep from slipping back.
“Ah, ah, right there,” she yelled. “Don’t stop. Right there.”
Keoni leaned slightly to the left and she bucked hard. He grinned, as he found the sweet spot that would send her over the edge. Soon her muscles clamped down hard and her whole body tensed. Her climax gripped him and he couldn’t hold back. With a hard grunt, he came, filling her with his semen.
His limbs weak, he rolled off her onto the bed so as not to crush her with his weight. A lightheaded feeling made him dizzy as he tried to recover from the intense release. Even his bones felt like melted butter.
“What are you thinking?” Christy curled up next to him, her body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. She drew her hand down Keoni’s chest, tracing the lines of his muscles.
“That I’m not sure two to three days alone with you is going to be enough.”
When she smiled, he felt a small fluttering in his stomach.
* * * * *
Annette finished her makeshift bath in the ocean water and dressed in the clothing she’d retrieved from one of her bags. She pulled her long, wet hair from the blouse and turned to find Jurgen there.
He’d wisely avoided her, giving her the space she wanted. Until now.
“Yes?” she asked, her gaze hard.
He lifted her and held her with his arms out. “I’ve been doing something thinking.”
“Was that a tremble I felt go through the island?”
He grinned. “A joke. I like that.”
She huffed.
Jurgen increased his grip on her waist. “Any other woman I’d let be pissy with me and pout.”
“I am not—”
He cut her off. “I’d let them throw a fit and do whatever, but you…dammit, woman, I can’t stand the idea of you being upset with me.”
She gave him a pointed stare. “What? Your dick need to be scratched again?”
He growled. The sound scared her. Jurgen closed his eyes a moment and exhaled slowly. “I’d never hurt you, Anne. I just need to fix this between us.”
“We’ve only known each other a couple of days,” she said, spinning his words back at him. “There is nothing to fix.”
“Look me in the face and tell me you believe that line of bullshit.”
She had every intention, but the words wouldn’t come. Glancing around, she soaked in the sight of the island and the downed plane. “This didn’t happen by accident, did it?”
He drew her closer to him. “No, gorgeous. But whoever or whatever is behind it is getting a hell of a thank you from me when it’s all said and done.”
Done.
The word lingered.
If they were rescued he’d be out of her life for good. She shouldn’t have cared one way or the other but she did. More than she’d cared about anything in her life before.
A man like him won’t want a woman like me when we get back to the real world.
Jurgen traced a finger over her cheek. A smile formed as he lifted one brow. “A man like me would be a damn fool to want any woman but you when we get back to the real world.”
I didn’t say that out loud.
“No.” He chuckled. “You didn’t.”
“How did you hear me? I didn’t think shifters could read minds of anyone outside of their own kind and their mates.”
Jurgen simply continued to grin.
“Are you going to answer my question?”
“You didn’t really ask one and if you think about it, you answered it yourself.”
She thought about what she’d said and froze.
Mate.
“No way.”
“My people don’t really do the whole ring ceremony thing, but if you want that—”
“Are you trying to tell me what I want to hear in order to get me in a better mood?” She couldn’t help herself. Her eyes dipped over his chest before sweeping back up to meet his piercing gaze.
“Come on, I set up a nice little spot under the trees for us.”
Annette pushed on his chest. “Why aren’t you flipping out about this? Don’t shifters mate forever?”
“They do.” He shrugged. “I imagine you’ll do enough flipping out for the both of us.” He carried her as if she weighed nothing. “Now. I believe we talked about you riding me while I sucked on your nipples.”
Fire raced through her body at the thought of having him in her once more.
“Sound like a plan?” he asked, his drawl back.
She nodded, biting her lower lip. Whatever you want, Jurgen.
Chapter Five
“Is that tree sinking into the sand?”
Vaclar looked from Bogdan to the short palm tree whose top was only about a foot off the ground and then back again. The record keeper had come to inspect his future legend, aka the island project. Once told of how he’d get maidens “finally” worshiping him, Bogdan seemed overeager to ensure the project was going well. Vaclar also suspected the man hadn’t completely believed him about the island and needed to see it for himself.
Vaclar smiled, giving a nervous laugh. “Is it? I hadn’t noticed. Though, I wouldn’t be surprised. My power rations are very limited. It’s all I can do to keep the couples supplied with everything they need.”
“I gave you two weeks’ worth,” Bogdan said, his features looking particularly pinched in the light of the tropical sunset.
“Yeah, two weeks’ worth is a lot for someone who doesn’t have duties to attend to. I’m trying to keep an island running. To do this properly, I need at least…” Vaclar pretended to calculate his request. In truth, he�
�d used up most of the two weeks’ rations that very afternoon. What could he say? The couples were doing their thing and he’d gotten horny watching. “At least another month’s worth.”
“A month!” Bogdan sputtered.
“Well,” Vaclar motioned to the sinking tree, “you wouldn’t want your legacy to fall into the ocean and drown the destined mates, would you?”
Not a very likely scenario but he needed the power rations and would say just about anything to get them.
“Fine. But you’ll use it strictly for repairs?” Bogdan lifted a brow.
“Of course.” Vaclar nodded seriously and placed his hand over his heart.
“Very well.” Bogdan sighed and a scroll materialized in his hand. He made a few notations before it disappeared. “Report back to me when this is finished and not a second later.”
Vaclar grinned. “Naturally.”
Bogdan frowned. “And fix that tree!”
Vaclar pointed his finger at the trunk. The top branch spun in a circle, zipping up to its full height. Bogdan marched down the beach before disappearing altogether. Sensing the record keeper was gone from the island, Vaclar rubbed his hands together.
“Now, where were we, ladies?” He turned and five women instantly appeared. Two waved palm leaves, fanning them by a throne. Another was chained, sitting obediently at the foot of the chair. The others held a wine pitcher and tray of food. Moving to sit, he didn’t bother to fix another thing.
* * * * *
Annette ran her fingers over Jurgen’s smooth chest. Her body was sated and she’d all but forgotten the fact they were stranded. She and Jurgen had spent hours pleasing one another, getting to know each other’s bodies. When exhaustion had finally won out, Jurgen had dragged her back against the expanse of his body and held her as they dozed off. Neither had bothered to get dressed. It seemed pointless.
Jurgen planted a kiss on top of her head. “You’re awake.”
“I am and no,” she licked her lips, “we can’t do it again. I need a break. You’re too much man for me.”
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