by Jayne Blue
I went from fear to frenzy. From waiting to wanting. I grabbed his ass and pulled him in. My legs wrapped around him, and I held on to him.
When I thought I might go over, he stopped, still inside of me, and captured my gazed. I felt everything inside me quaking and almost screaming for him to move. My mouth in a silent ‘o,’ what was this? Did I do something?
And at that moment, he drove in deep with no reservation.
“Stone, God, Stone!” I chanted his name. This was more than I’d imagined. This was better than I hoped.
And this had to be just the beginning because this feeling was too good not to have again and again.
Stone
I’d never been someone’s first. Women who I ran with didn’t wait. And that was cool.
But this was different. Kara Ross had trusted me with something she hadn’t trusted anyone else on the planet with, and I wasn’t going to break that trust.
And I didn’t want to break her.
The sight of her coming apart, wanting more, trembling. It was a sealed deal for me in a way I hadn’t predicted. I thought I’d show her a thing or two. Maybe have some fun. I didn’t aim to hurt her, but I didn’t know how this moment she’d trusted me with would bind me to her.
I don’t think that was her intent, but it had. I wanted to show her more, hold her more, and keep her trust.
It was fucked up for sure. But I wasn’t one to analyze too much while I had a gorgeous naked woman in my arms.
“You’re okay?”
“I’m fucking brilliant,” she murmured, “but excuse me one second.”
There was a door, and I assumed that led to whatever accommodations this shack had. The storm raged on the outside, and I was happy it did. Who knew what she’d want the moment she could get out of her.
She came back a few seconds later, and though the light was dim, I could still see her body. I wanted to explore it more. Put my hands on every curve and hollow. I opened my arm, and she lay down in the space next to me. It was a perfect fit.
I rolled over a little to look at her. She was a talker, and I wasn’t surprised when she started asking me questions.
“So, was that good? Was it okay? I have no idea what to even ask,” she said.
“That was off the chart. Insane doll baby. Perfection.” I kissed her on the top of her head. I tried to remember what it was like to be new at this. I couldn’t. I could only try to see it through her beautiful eyes.
She used her free hand to scratch my back. I am pretty sure my eyes rolled in the back of my head when her nails reached around and gave my back a light scratch. It was my weakness, the back scratch.
“You like that?” She had a smile on her lips that was sexy as hell.
“I am half bear.”
“I can tell.” She circled me and ran the entire expanse of my shoulders with her soft touch.
“Jesus.” I had no idea what that was about. I just let her scratch my back.
I couldn’t resist touching her. I turned around and slid my hands around her middle and squeezed her tight. She wrapped herself around me, arms and legs and all. I took a kiss from that sexy mouth. It was hot and delicious.
The thunder clapped outside, and a smell of ozone filled the air. Something was unleashing outside just as Kara unleashed in the beach cabin.
“Is it too soon to, well, go again,” she was asking me? Had I died and gone to heaven? Maybe I did get hit by lightning.
I didn’t need more than one question. Her nipples were hard pebbles and dappled with the sweat now and a little salty from the rain and salt we’d been doused with. I licked at them. She was probably tender. I knew I’d need to be gentle, but things were getting urgent again. More urgent. And less tender.
I buried myself in her center for a moment and scored her soft secret flesh with my teeth. It was her turn to moan, and she did but then pulled me up to her. Our lips met again, and it was electric.
“I don’t know if I can keep being gentle with you.” I leaned over her and the length of our bodies touched. I wanted to touch every inch of her flesh but later. Soon. Now though I could feel her need as strong as mine. I slid a condom on and slid into her, slowly.
She gasped, and I withdrew a little.
“It’s okay. More, please. More,” she said.
So more it was. She fit me like a glove. She was so tight I felt her around every inch of me. She held on to my shoulders, and I was blown away by the feel of her, the scent, her intensity and her trust.
Instantly and completely. No woman had ever fit just this way. The gentle slide into her burned hot and fast. I arched and sank deeper inside. Her answering cry pushed me further. As soft as I’d been before with her I couldn’t hold back this time.
I slid my hands behind her and pulled her in closer. So close we were one. Both of us strained against each other, pushing, pulling and moving without thinking.
I drove in again and held her there. The storm was kicking up outside, and the loudest thunder clap yet shook the wood planked walls, the lightning gave the room a blue filter. I’d never done this, never felt the need, but we locked eyes while I thrust inside of her. Kara was connected to me and yet searching. We were entwined, and the lightning felt like it passed from her eyes to mine.
“Oh my God.” She said. I had no answer but to move again. I was harder, almost punishing. I needed her to know exactly what this was. It was me claiming something I didn’t even know I was searching for. But I wasn’t going to let it go. I wasn’t going to let her go.
I was consumed with the desire for her to know, for the world to know, she was mine.
The force of my climax shocked me. And it sealed my fate. This was the woman I needed, who belonged to me. This woman was a stranger to my life but had become a part of my body and soul.
I felt her walls pulse around me and grip tightly to me until we were both spent. Shocked. And sated.
I rolled her on top of me so I wouldn’t suffocate her. My interest had turned from sex and steam to this overwhelming need to shelter her and really learn who she was. I’d fallen in love with everything she was about.
“Was I too much? I meant to be softer but…”
“It was perfect, raw, something else, maybe the storm? I don’t know. But it was perfect.”
“I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“I’m okay. Stunned but okay.”
“Stunned is a good word.”
I squeezed her tighter to me.
“So, what are you looking for in the storm Kara Ross?”
“Everything.” I didn’t know what that answer meant. I didn’t know what this meant. I didn’t care. I just wanted to fuck her again. In this shack on the boat anywhere I could think of.
Kara sat up, and there was a different fire in her eyes.
“Who are you, Stone Calder?”
“Do you need that now?”
“I don’t know you and yet I feel like I do. Like we’re so connected, it scares the shit out of me.”
“Don’t be afraid. Just be.” I didn’t want her to push. I didn’t have an answer to give her right now.
“I’m not sure I can do that,” she said.
“You just did. Come here.” And I rolled her on top of me. Her questions dissolved as the sparks grew between us again. I kissed her, and it was about to turn into something again. But she pulled up and away from me. Just a few inches but it was farther away than I wanted her.
“You know plenty about me. I live here, my family lived here, I’m a science geek with a grease monkey brother, who’s in debt up to my eyeballs to the town douche bag.”
“And you own an island with the best fucking shack I’ve ever been in.”
“Fucking shack? I’ll have to get that put on a sign. And the island is in hock. So you, what about you?” I answered what I could. Gave her the tiniest bit of insight. The real truth was going to scare the shit out of her. I knew that.
“I’m a lone biker. I’ve bounced at bars, worked s
ecurity, and do not have a degree in biology.”
“What then?”
“Supply chain management.” She laughed hard, and it shook her body. I loved it, the way she jiggled against me as my answer hit her in the right place.
She didn’t have to know that I did actually have a degree in supply chain. It came in handy with Great Wolves M.C.’s business ventures but didn’t get the ladies hot. It was best she believed only the parts that were believable.
“Supply chain management. You’re a real comedian Stone.” She leaned back to me. Her lips touched mine. I nipped at hers and caught the lower one in my teeth. I tugged her closer, and she rubbed her gorgeous body up and down mine. This was happening again.
This was happening again right now.
Biker, bouncer, muscle. She was right. She didn’t know the heart of why I was here.
But she was hiding something too. Something in the sand outside had her obsessed, and it had nothing to do with me.
We clearly both had secrets to keep.
I kissed again. Hard. And she kissed back.
This time, I’d show her how to be on top. I’d watch her move. I’d put my hands on her breasts as she slid up and down. I’d let her learn what she liked the best. And I’d show her what I needed.
But it wouldn’t be long. It couldn’t be.
I was going to hurt Kara. It hurt me to think about it. But it had to be so.
I wanted to stay in this shack. Give her all the pleasure her tight little body could handle. But very soon I’d have to roll out of here. I’d have to leave her. She’d be cursing my name instead of screaming it.
And it wouldn’t be long. But for now. It hurt to even be an inch away from her.
I wanted to kiss her until she fell asleep in my arms.
The storm outside died down just as the one on the horizon for us kicked up.
Chapter Nine
Kara
I had two revelations on one island in one day. I had a small piece of gold that could mean something more was there on Ross Island.
And I had Stone. Even if it was just for one night.
Do all women feel enthralled with their first? I didn’t think so. My friends didn’t. They also didn’t describe the earth-shattering experience I shared with Stone Calder.
We waited out the storm in the shack. Some of the things he did to me I waited a lifetime to experience. Some of the things I did to him, well, I found out, with Stone at least, I wasn’t shy.
I’d never been drunk in my life, but it was what I felt like. I was drunk on the feelings I had when he touched me.
“Your body fits mine.” He’d said. I didn’t know how other women had fit with him, and I didn’t know what other men felt like. I didn’t want to
I also figured he was full of shit. He was experienced, older, sexier than anything I’d ever seen, and telling me I was special. And I told him so.
“Just because I am searching for pirate treasure in Florida doesn’t mean I’m a sucker enough to buy land in the Everglades.”
“What the hell does that mean?” I was sitting up, and he was behind me. He put his arm around me and pulled be firmly back in close to him.
“It means you don’t have to tell me a bunch of nice things because we did, we did uh, everything.”
He tilted my head back to capture my lips in his.
“Not everything, yet.” Every time he kissed me I felt my insides melt and at the same time my nerve endings charge up. Was this because I’d waited until 21? Or was it this way with Stone?
I’d texted Estelle and my brother to let them know not to worry that we were safe and waiting out the storm, and I would see them in the morning.
The storm didn’t subside until late into the night. Lucky me. I got a full night on my island with Stone. The shack was stocked with a few things, and it wasn’t the worst place to be for a night. I’d camped out there many nights growing up so I knew we’d be fine.
We’d also had good food packed. It was actually perfect.
Until questions interrupted the exploration of my new found sex life.
“Are we going to talk about your find?” He asked me.
“What find?”
“The little trinket and the map that led you there.”
“I don’t really want to.”
“You can trust me.”
“Can I? This was fantastic, and I think I do trust you or I wouldn’t have let this go the way it did. But what if I'm really stupid here? What if you’re here to take advantage of me. You already know I have a map and that I found something. What’s to stop you from stealing it? Hell, what’s to stop you from knocking me over the head with a rock?” I started to ramble as all my fears tumbled forward.
“Kara. Listen. I am not going to do a thing to hurt you. Let me make you two promises. If you’re with me, you’re safe. You can take that to the bank and put it in the safe deposit box. It’s guaranteed.”
“Okay so no rock to the head.” I gave him some side eye. But hurting me and stealing from me. Maybe he was a con-artist. Maybe getting my loot was the plan all along.
“The second thing. I don’t want or need whatever money you have or find. I didn’t look at you pedaling your bicycle around town and think, well clearly she’s a trust fund kid. Jackpot. I have my own money. I don’t want or need yours. And I’m not Kevin Potter. Money ain’t my thing.”
“What is your thing?”
“You, you are it. Right now. I may not be here for very long. If you want to talk to someone about your plans, I’m a safe bet.”
“Why?”
“I can’t really tell you.”
“Wait, you want me to share my secrets but can’t share yours?”
“I’ll tell you this, I have to travel light, and I have to keep rolling. There’s not a chance in hell I can steal a chest of gold or an island from you.”
“When do you have to keep rolling?”
“Not sure, I think I’ve got a week or so if I’m lucky.” I felt a sharp pain in my chest at the idea of Stone leaving in a week. On one hand I was scared to trust him and on the other hand, I was scared to lose him. I was about as consumed with contradictions as I’d ever been in my entire life.
“I do feel like I need a sounding board. Everyone I know will try to talk me out of this or take it away or write me off as nuts. That’s why I’ve kept it a secret.”
“I won’t do any of those things.”
We were tangled together, arms, legs, and for the moment, our lives were intersected. We seemed to both know this would be temporary.
I’d questioned why I trusted him and then the answer came to me. I really did know he wasn’t out to hurt me. The reverence he’d had for my body, my consent, and my pleasure, had me believing I could trust him with my history. This one piece of it. He’d won the trust of my heart because of the care he’d taken with the rest of me. It was that simple. And I was a recently deflowered virgin. Perhaps I wasn’t thinking straight, but there it was. I kept opening up to this man.
I recounted what my Dad told me growing up.
It was a bedtime tale when I was little, the challenge for a quest as I got older, and now that I was going to lose the island, the story of the Ross Island Pirates was my desperate grab for a miracle. Stone listened as I shared the stories I’d heard my whole life.
“So the story my father told me is, as I’ve learned after a lot of actual research, is partly made up, part legends strung together that have survived from his grandparents and great grandparents. And part of it is true.
The pirate founder of this family was named Henry Ross. Captain Henry Ross.
Ross made a name for himself before the War of 1812, he captained a ship under a much more famous pirate named Jean LaFitte. They say it was during his time working as a captain for LaFitte that he found this island and decided because it has this lagoon, that ships could come in and hide. It would also be a good place to set up a pirate colony. So he did.
He bro
ke away from LaFitte and recruited pirates, adventurers, and rebels. They had three fast ships, and sailed for this island in between plunder, as far as everything I’ve read that was about 1817 or 1818.
They built shacks from old ships, they dug a well, they had a dock, a fort, and even two storehouses. But as you can see nothing here would indicate that anything of that survived.”
“I’d say it looks about as deserted as Gilligan’s Island around here,” Stone said as he listened attentively to my history lesson. He showed the same patience when he’d listened to me talking about indigenous species.
“Right. So my father says they had a thriving, if not totally illegal, community here, some even had families here. Ross and his fleet of three boats smuggled illegal goods, they stole from trade ships, and they moved plunder from other pirates as well. Pirating and privateering kept them very busy. And after each successful run, they’d come back here.”
“So how much of this is your dad talking and how much from your research?” Which was a good question.
“I’m going to go with fifty-fifty. My dad told romantic tales and had specifics of this raid or that near capture. None of which I could verify. But what I could verify is that complaints did eventually get to the Navy Department in Washington.
The U.S. Navy had an Anti-Piracy Squadron stationed at Key West, and they were ordered to stop Henry Ross and his gang. This is where my information gets much more solid. There are records. I know the names of the government ships, what kind they were, and all types of details.”
“I suppose the pirates didn’t keep records,” Stone said.
“Right. So my dad says that Great Great Great Great Grandpa Ross didn’t have a clue the Navy was coming for him and kept right on plundering everything they could.
They were in the middle of looting a supply ship when a naval vessel caught them in the act. Henry Ross got away, but the Navy ship chased him. He reached this island.
That record is clear, he hid in the lagoon, that’s what it was there for, and his ships were able to go into the shallow water. The Navy ships had a much deeper draft and had to stay out in the open water.”
