Chloe nods. “I spend a lot of time in the hospital. I love to garden, it's another thing my dad taught me before he passed away.”
“Sounds like he was invested in keeping you alive. Nothing says 'I love you' like teaching someone survival skills.” Justis laughs. He scoots a little closer to Chloe. She doesn't notice. “When I was a kid, my dad took me hunting. Every winter break, we'd go out to this forest 3 hours away from my house. My mom hated it, but me and my sister? We loved it.
Well, one time, my sister decided she wanted to go hunt deer on her own. She was at that age, you know, where a girl wants independence and approval from her dad at the same time. Confusing time. So she woke up earlier than anyone else and somehow sneaks out of the tent without us noticing.”
Justis smiles, shaking his head. Something brews in his eyes, deep emotions tangling with one another. “I heard her scream probably a half hour later, and all of us ran out of the tent. My dad and I grabbed our guns and ran in opposite directions, looking for Chastity. That's my sister, by the way. I'm the one who found her. She was on the ground, cowering beneath a black bear that was just about to attack. It was a mother, trying to protect her cubs.”
“Oh my god!” Chloe says, enthralled with the story.
"The thing slashed up her right arm pretty bad. I was shaking from fear, but I love my sister to death and I have this protector impulse that I can't quite control. I had to shoot it." He pauses. "I wish I didn't have to. Bears are amazing creatures, but I had to protect my sister. We made sure nothing went to waste, not even the bones."
Chloe sits in stunned silence. Justis quietly watches the clouds pass over the sun again and again. Everything this man does makes Chloe feel strange. She feels at home, but at the same time uncomfortable.
Justis's hand touches hers. She looks down at it, then up at his face. The dip in his upper lip is deep. His mouth seems a little wide for his face, but it's still attractive. His nose is strong, but not too large. He has a birth mark above his lip on the right side. Is he Spanish? Italian?
His other hand slips behind her neck and pulls Chloe close. His beautiful lips hover only an inch from her own. She wants to lunge and kiss him, but she's too scared. His eyes seem to search hers, looking for permission. Acceptance.
And then their lips touch, a fragile fluttering of kisses as Chloe slips completely under his spell. It's everything she dreamed of and more. So much more. His fingers tangle in her hair, pulling it and making her head tingle. His tongue plays in her mouth, sliding against hers. She moans into his mouth. If he didn't know he had permission before, he does now.
“You are such an interesting girl,” he says, his voice low. “You are mesmerizing.”
Chloe laughs and blushes, looking down at the sand. Her leg accidentally kicked over some of the circles Justis had drawn. He grabs her chin and gently turns her face, making her look up at him.
“Don't laugh when I compliment you, girl. I mean what I say.”
And for some reason, Chloe believes it. Somehow this man, older and wiser, thinks she is mesmerizing. She melts into his hands, completely won over. He kisses her again, a kiss full of fire.
He places his hand on her breast, over her thin bikini top. It's a little bit crooked, revealing the tiniest bit of her nipple. Justis brushes his rough fingers against the fabric, smiling as her sensitive nub swells easily. “Do you like that?”
“I do,” she admits, her head swimming.
“Take off that top. Let me see your beautiful body.”
Chloe bends her arms behind her and unties the back of her bikini top, letting the cups fall away from her breasts. “I'm sorry they're so small,” she says.
“Small?” He balks at her. “They're perfect! Look.” He places his hand over one of them, jiggling it. “It fits perfectly in my hand. It's like you were made for me.”
Grabbing her back, he pulls Chloe onto his lap. From there, he sucks her nipple into his mouth. “They're delicious, too,” he says. She moans, placing her hand on the back of his head. The harder she pulls his hair, the harder he sucks and nibbles on her nipple.
“Justis,” she gasps.
His hand slides down the small of her back to her plump ass. He gives her cheeks each a squeeze. Chloe bites her lower lip as she bucks her hip forward. Justis's hand slips between her thighs and strokes her mound gently. She can only barely feel his fingers moving up and down her covered slit.
“You are so warm down here. Do you like me touching you?”
Chloe nods.
“Would you like me to lick you?”
She bites her bottom lip, too shy to answer him. Justis waits for a moment before pushing her gently onto the sand. He kneels between her legs, spreading them wide. Pushing her bikini bottom to the side, he reveals her pretty pink pussy.
With one finger, he strokes down her slit, not quite penetrating it. He then pulls it open and reveals her throbbing clit. He strokes down her slit again, flicking his finger against her sensitive button.
“Justis,” she moans.
Moving closer to her, Justis opens his mouth and licks the very tip of Chloe's clit. His tongue rubs against the tip, flicking it fast before his whole mouth covers it. He sucks on her most sensitive organ.
Chloe's back arches as he pleasures her. She grabs fists full of sand, thrashing with each lick that leaves her too sensitive. “Oh, Justis, that's too much!” She begs, but he doesn't let up. He continues sucking on her pussy until she feels a burning sensation in her lower abdomen. It builds and builds until, finally, with one last long suck, all of her tension is released and she cums against Justis's face. He licks up her juices, savoring them.
“Was that good?” He asks, hovering over her as she pants.
“God, yes!” She cries.
“I'm going to fuck you now,” he says. “You'll like that even more.”
Pulling down his pants, he reveals his huge cock. He places it on her mound and rubs up and down, using her juices to slick himself up. Each time his cock hits her sensitive clit, she bucks and her back arches.
Chloe wraps her legs around Justis's back, urging him on. “I want you inside of me,” she begs. “Please! Now!”
Not one to let a beautiful woman down, Justis finally positions the head of his cock at her entrance. It slides in easily after her orgasm. Her soft, wet pussy gladly takes his cock. He thrusts all the way into her, until his testicles hit her ass.
As he pulls out, he bites her nipple. Chloe grabs onto his shoulders and digs her nails in with each thrust. She does her best to move with him, to get him deeper and deeper inside of her.
She's going to cum again when she feels his cock begin to twitch inside of her. “Oh my god, are you going to cum?” She asks.
“Yes,” he says. “Inside of you.”
Enjoying the sex too much to complain, they both move even faster now, pounding away and coming closer and closer to orgasm until they both explode with pleasure! As ropes of thick cum spills into Chloe, Justis continues to thrust into her as wave of wave of orgasm washes over her body.
“Ooooh,” she moans as he collapses on top of her. He rolls over onto the sand next to her and grins up at the sky.
“That was great.” Turning onto his side, he places a hand tenderly on her stomach. “I really do like you, Chloe. When we get back, I'd like to keep in touch.”
Chloe's about to respond when one of the fishing poles flies out from the sand and into the water. Ass naked, Justis jumps up and runs after it. Chloe laughs as she watches him grab the pole and reel in a huge fish.
When they return with a cooler full of fish, they find the rest of the group waiting. Mason and Fred both seem excited to start cooking, though less excited at the idea of gutting fish. Amanda on the other hand eyes her friend suspiciously. She pulls Chloe into the shack.
“You fucked him, didn't you?”
Chloe rolls her eyes. “No!”
“Don't you lie to me, Chloe. I'm your best friend, I know when you're ly
ing.”
“Fine, yeah. We had sex. And it was great.” Chloe crosses her arms. Amanda grins from ear to ear and hugs her.
“I'm so proud of you!”
“Yeah, yeah. Go help the boys gut the fish.” The two girls rejoin the group. Chloe sits next to Justis while they eat, who whispers sweet nothings in her ear all night. All they need to do is get off this island, and Chloe just might have a promising relationship with this man.
“Ah, look.”
The sun is setting, leaving the sky a blood red. Off in the water is a spec that Chloe almost can't make out. She stands up and looks closer.
“Is that a boat?”
Justis laughs and nods. “Yep. That's my father coming to check on me. He'll be able to get Jorge to safety, too.”
“Why is your father coming out here?”
“Because I didn't call after the storm. He knew I was out here. This is my island, after all.”
Chloe looks at Justis with wide eyes. “YOUR island?”
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Having a dozen separate people try to stop her and sell her one on the way out of the airport, though? That had really helped to reinforce the fact that whatever she was doing, she sure as hell wasn't offending anyone by wearing it.
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Rachel's fists tightened. If it was something dangerous, then why hadn't Caitlyn told her about it? If it wasn't something dangerous, why take an American reporter right up off the street? Didn't people get murdered for that kind of thing?
Well, as it turned out, no they didn't. She'd been almost overconfident when she'd walked into the consulate and demanded to speak to whoever was in charge. If someone was kidnapped, then the American military had the right, and the priority, to go and get them. It made sense. For that matter, they didn't have much money, but she'd thought that the Marigold name had still meant something, somewhere. Her father had been instrumental in covering the Vietnam war, and her grandfather had been one of the biggest producers of World War 2 documentaries.
It was absurd that the 3rd generation of national-level American telereporters, a name that had once been synonymous with news, could be ignored when she went missing in a foreign country. The police in Dubai were trying to hush it all up, they said. They need to avoid creating an image problem. The American consulate's hands were tied, and of course, we didn't have the right to go marching around the world's wealthiest city with rifles in hand.
So she'd gone to the studio, but they said the same thing. No news, can't do anything, can't fix it. So sorry.
But Rachel could do something. She hadn't followed in her father's footsteps, for better or for worse. She was just a writer, and not a particularly successful one. That hadn't stopped whoever had taken her sister from sending her a letter containing their demands, which included more money than Rachel had ever seen in a single place together.
That wouldn't matter to them, of course. They just wanted their money. What she could do, though, was put a spotlight on the whole thing. Even if she wasn't a journalist, wasn't famous like her sister, didn't have a degree in Journalism or connections at a national news organization, anyone who wanted to could post what they needed to post on the internet.
She clutched her phone. Hopefully they wouldn't notice it, when she went to meet them. They'd probably look for weapons, sure, but a phone would slip by unnoticed. She hoped. If they took it, she would be dead in the water, because she wasn't being followed by a camera crew, or wearing a tiny spy camera like they use in the movies. Those things might have existed. Rachel wasn't sure. But she was sure that she was alone, and all the spy cameras came from some big, shady organization.
A big shady organization that had told her, in no uncertain terms, that they wouldn't help.
Rachel took another deep gulp of hot desert air, a breath that didn't give her enough oxygen to stop her head from swimming. Then she stepped through the door to the hotel they'd specified for the meeting.
She slid across a bench, keeping her eyes down. She was pretty sure that was how you were supposed to act in these situations, and she couldn't have anyone paying too much attention to her. Attention meant that criminals didn't want to be there, but there was no way she was going to meet them in the middle of the desert. She'd be insane for that. They would just take her, too, quick as thought.
Two men, obviously not together, both stood out from the crowd. The first stood out because of his good looks. She had noticed him the second she'd walked in, and it was hard to concentrate on the search for her contact with him in the room. He wore a European-style suit, rather than the robes that most men wore, and she guessed that he must be burning up in it. It didn't show on his face, which slowly scanned a newspaper, before putting it down and picking up another. As she watched the crowd, trying to keep her attention spread out, it did not escape her notice that they were in at least three different languages.
The second, though, took her longer to notice. There were constantly people moving in and out, and at first she didn't notice when the same man came through, time and again. But eventually, in spite of the moving crowds, she noticed. He moved slowly, his head sweeping across the foyer as if he were looking for someone.
He was handsome enough, she supposed, but she wouldn't have given him another look. Furthermore, he stood out from the crowd like a sore thumb. His clothing was shabby, less understated than poorly-made. She let out a long breath. Almost certainly, the way he moved, the way he watched the crowd, that was the man she waited for.
She slipped her phone out of her coat pocket and checked to make sure that it still had battery. Then she opened a video recorder and hit record. Any moment, he was going to walk over towards her. And when he did, she was going to capture every second of the interaction in high definition.
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That assumed, of course, that she made it out of the room at all, which she was beginning to doubt in the back of her mind. The other man waited for a long time, looking at her. He seemed confused, as if he recognized her; Rachel would have remembered if she had ever known a man so handsome for more than a passing glance, and she doubted very much that a man like that would remember her if that was all it was.
He stood and started moving, but as he started to move the brutish-looking man stepped into her view once more, and she gave a start. He was bigger than she had realized. He could have won tug-of-war with a horse, she thought, amazed. His muscles flexed as he walked, showing off to the entire room the prowess that he must have spent a considerable amount of time developing.
"You are Rachel Marigold. You are here for your sister, yes?"
Rachel nodded without meaning to, a reaction as much to her fear as to his question. He could have asked her if she was the Queen of England and if he sounded like the right answer was yes then she would have said it.
"You come with me." He jerked his thumb towards the door and started moving without waiting. A hand clapped down on his shoulder, spinning him round like a top. Then, as Rachel watched, the wealthy man stepped out of the crowd, and grabbed the man's upper arm.
"She's not going anywhere with you. Now get out of here-- before I lose my temper."
The man looked at his arm, where the grip was tighter than looked possible for a man of his size, and then up at the face of the man who had spoken to him so brusquely. The giant looked for a moment as if he were weighing the options available to him.
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