Exposing Victoria

by Reese Gabriel

  Whatever was going on, the answers lay on the neighboring island.

  “What did you say is the name of the place you’re taking me?”

  Shane sat down behind the wheel and revved the engine. “I didn’t.”

  “Dare I ask?” She sighed, resigning herself to the only other seat which was right beside him.

  “It’s called Casanova’s Cay.”

  The way he said the words made her body quiver. Talk about putting her head in the lion’s mouth.

  Shane was trying not to smirk. For a lawyer, she knew she had a terrible poker face.

  “Hold on tight,” he advised as he gunned it.

  Vicky cried out as he took off full blast, nearly hitting the dock. “Are you insane?”

  Shane laughed. “I wish I had a nickel for every time I heard that one.”

  She was about to offer a reply when he made a sharp left turn, dislodging her from the seat and putting her smack dab in his lap.

  Water poured in from the side and it was all downhill from there.

  Shane really ought to be paying more attention to his driving, but damn it, she was right there, soft and available, quivering, angry…and wet.

  Gorgeous as Victoria was, the ocean water only improved the effect—wild, sopping curls, her dress pasted to her skin, sweet nipples pushing against the material of her bra, begging him to expose her down to her panties…or would she be wearing a thong?

  Damn the life jacket for getting in the way.

  One hand on the wheel, Shane slid the other behind her neck. Greedily he gathered her full mane of hair and pulled her in. She gasped, first in protest and then in desire as he lifted her mouth to his.

  No tentativeness this time. He thrust his tongue between her white teeth, exploring, pressing, awakening the latent desire.

  It had been there the moment their eyes first met, all the more so because the place and the time had been so inappropriate—the middle of the wedding.

  Shane would bet anything that Miss Victoria had not been properly loved for quite some time. Oh, she might be having sex, but not the kind that left a woman sighing and whimpering and begging for more.

  He was determined to do something about that. He would bring her ecstasy, help her let go of all that stress and whatever else she was carrying around.

  For one night, at least, she would be a sex kitten and nothing more.

  If fate allowed, that is. Beautiful women were a puzzle, a mystery and a man had to know how to solve them. The key lay in understanding the special kind of loneliness that came from appearing unattainable. Most men counted themselves out before they ever came near that kind of woman.

  Shane stopped the kiss just long enough to get his bearings. They had veered pretty far off course.

  “Get your hand off me,” she breathed.

  Shane grinned, his hand having worked its way under the life jacket, his palm cupping her full, shapely breast. Slowly he began to massage.

  “Your body doesn’t seem to mind.”

  “That’s not fair,” she groaned.

  “Baby, why fight it?”

  “B-because…”

  Shane chuckled. He was definitely wearing her down. Now if he could just keep from crashing the boat as he completed his seduction.

  “Not very articulate, are we, counselor?” Shane kissed her neck, searing the soft, unblemished skin with the heat of his dry lips.

  Vicky’s protests dissolved into deep sighs and whimpers as he used his thumb and forefinger to manipulate her nipple.

  Shane was caught up too, so much so that he failed to see the rocks until it was too late.

  “Oh my god,” Vicky screamed as the outcropping scraped the hull. “We’re going to sink!”

  Damn it, Shane cursed himself. How had he managed to get off course?

  “Hold on, baby.” Shane put both hands on the wheel and steered hard right, to late to avoid the partially submerged metal frame of an earlier wreck.

  The boat made a very unpleasant noise, the bottom ripping open like a tin can.

  Only one thing left to do.

  “Abandon ship,” he said.

  “You think!” Vicky shouted.

  Shane grabbed her by the waist and dove into the water. No time for argument, they needed to clear the rocks in a hurry and get safely to shore.

  She clung tightly to his back as he swam with all his might. It was an easy enough exercise for a man who had passed SEAL training along with the special forces workouts of three foreign nations in the course of his mercenary career.

  “I’ll say one thing,” he said pulling her out of the water and onto the white sand. “Hauling you is a lot more fun than a sixty pound backpack full of rocks.”

  Vicky’s eyes lit with fury in the moonlight. “You say the nicest things, Shane, gosh. Jeezus, look at me. And look at the boat. What were you thinking?”

  “I wasn’t,” he admitted.

  Vicky shook her head and looked up at the perfect night sky. Crisp stars and a full moon.

  “Penny for your thoughts,” he said.

  Vicky laughed without humor. “Oh, you really don’t want me to answer that one. Trust me.”

  What Vicky wanted right now was to live long enough to get back home and kill Shane. Very, very slowly and painfully.

  Drawing a deep breath, she said, “So what do we do now, Mr. I Know a Great Little Place on the Next Island? Swim back?”

  “Just give me a minute to think. In the meantime, why don’t you enjoy the view?”

  Crazy as he was, he did have a point.

  The rocky beach was breathtaking, white sand glistening in the silvery moonlight, warm waves washing up over dark and ominous rocks onto an impossibly soft and ancient shore.

  Not that she was in a mood to appreciate it.

  “I would be enjoying it a whole lot more from my own bed.”

  “Me too,” he deadpanned. “I can picture it. I bet it’s all pink and fluffy, nice big, thick mattress for me to lay you down on. Hard to know where to start, your earlobes maybe or your toes—so many places to kiss, so little time.”

  Vicky crossed her arms over her breasts, all too aware of his eyes on her wet body. “You know I’m going to sue you for all this, right?”

  “How about if I buy the first round at Salty Sam’s? Will that cover it?”

  “What are you talking about? You can’t expect me to go anywhere like this. My clothes are soaking wet.”

  Shane shrugged. “You could take them off.”

  “Oh, you’d love that wouldn’t you?”

  “Do I even have to answer that?”

  “Please, spare me.”

  His eyes were catching the moonlight now. They were almost glowing, alive with pure male desire.

  Talk about temptations. She could make out every detail of his torso, including his nipples, dark against the white, button-down shirt.

  “This was your plan all along,” she accused.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You crashed the boat so we would be stuck here in the middle of nowhere.”

  “This isn’t nowhere—it’s Casanova’s Cay.”

  “Same thing,” she said, brushing back her salty wet curls. “I bet there isn’t even a bar here, is there?”

  “Absolutely, Scout’s—”

  “Don’t say it. Just tell me you have a waterproof cell phone in your pocket because I sure as hell don’t.”

  Shane laughed again. “I’ve got something in my pocket but it’s not a phone. Here, I’ll tell you what I’ll do…”

  She took a step backward. He was unbuttoning his shirt.

  “Hey there, take it easy,” he teased. “I’m showing you I can be a gentleman.”

  She bit her lower lip, watching him bare his chest. He was so close, so damn gorgeous. She would love to lick off the sea salt, kiss his nipples and work her way down to his crotch.

  Slowly she would unzip him, lowering herself to her knees so she could expose him and then
she would put her lips to the tip of his cock, taste the salt. She would lick away the little drop of pre-come and then she would start to kiss her way toward the base, enjoying his sighs as she went.

  “Earth to Victoria.”

  Vicky blinked. He had been staring at her, trying to get her attention. She turned red, half afraid he would read her lustful fantasies.

  “This is for you,” he said holding out the shirt. “Put it on. It’s wet, but at least you’ll have an extra layer against the breeze.”

  Vicky shook her head. “I can’t.”

  She knew the shirt would smell of him, awakening her senses even more. And damn it, why was he being considerate all of a sudden? How was she supposed to keep disliking him?

  Lord, she would never make it through this night.

  “I’ve got an idea,” Shane announced, taking her by the hand.

  “Where are we going?” she said, as if her body could possibly find the strength to resist his pull.

  “You’ll see.”

  Vicky sighed, kicking off her shoes. “This had better be good.”

  “Trust me, Victoria.”

  Famous last words.

  They walked in silence up the beach, the sand softly scrunching under her bare feet. They fit so well side by side that a casual observer might think it was a normal date and not a borderline kidnapping.

  “Excellent,” he said as they reached a pile of driftwood. “Just what I was looking for.”

  Vicky arched a brow. “Planning on building us a boat…or a survival hut?”

  “Neither.” He crouched down, giving her a good view of his firm backside. “Damn, I wish I had a match.”

  She watched him take two of the sticks. “You’re not even going to rub those together.”

  “I told you I was a Scout.”

  “What are you going to do with a fire, anyhow?” she said, collapsing onto the sand.

  “You ask a lot of questions, counselor.”

  “Can you blame me?”

  “I suppose not.” Shane bent forward, nurturing the tiny little spark.

  Son of a gun, he’d actually done it.

  In a few minutes they had a roaring blaze.

  “Okay,” he said. “Now we get down to business.”

  “What business is that?”

  “Drying our clothes of course.”

  Vicky’s belly did a hot flip. “But we’re still in them.”

  “Not for long.” He held out his hand. “Hand them over, girl.”

  She gave him the laughter he deserved. “Uh-uh, no way, ace.”

  “You’ll catch pneumonia.”

  “In the frigging Caribbean?”

  “I’ll go first if it makes you feel better.”

  “It most certainly does not.” She shielded her eyes as he unbuttoned his pants. “Shane, you better cut it out.”

  He didn’t say anything.

  Against her better judgment she peeked.

  Shane was naked, bent over beside the fire, arranging his clothes on a homemade rack.

  His cock was swinging free. It was huge and already half hard.

  There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him, just muscle. He was like Michelangelo’s David only bigger.

  Atlas, he looked like Atlas.

  “I’m waiting,” he said.

  “This is a nightmare,” she declared. “And I want to wake up.”

  “You know, Miss Victoria,” he drawled, moving toward her. “You sure are a stubborn little thing.”

  “Wait, don’t—”

  He was lifting her to her feet, holding her by the upper arms. “I want you naked. Now.”

  Her body turned to jelly.

  All she could do was stand there, trying not to pant as he lifted her dress over her head.

  “Wow,” said Shane. “Just wow.”

  She flushed red as he surveyed her semi-naked body.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said, putting her dress on the “rack” next to his shirt.

  His cock was rock hard now, thick and pulsing. She wanted it inside her. She wanted to suck it. She wanted…everything.

  “Shane, we shouldn’t—”

  He cut her off, delivering a hot, long kiss. She melted immediately, her wet body against him, her curves seeking the hardness of his muscles, her nipples burning against his chest.

  “Darlin’, it’s too late,” he said. “It’s going to happen. Hell, we both knew that the moment we laid eyes on each other.”

  “I-I didn’t plan anything.”

  He grinned like the devil. “Well you sure didn’t give me my marching orders, and lord knows I gave you cause.”

  “I was being polite.”

  “Is that what you call it?” Shane undid her bra.

  She offered no resistance as he tugged the straps over her shoulders. The cups fell away, baring her swollen, perfectly shaped breasts.

  “You know what I’m going to do to you tonight, baby? How I’m going to love this body of yours?”

  She gasped as he touched her expertly, gently but firmly, his hands caressing her breasts, making her nipples scream with need.

  Vicky moaned softly, grabbing for him.

  His cock leaped to life in her hands, throbbing, hot to the touch.

  “That’s it, Miss Victoria, show me what you want.”

  “This…is one time only,” she breathed.

  Talk about a bad time for negotiations.

  “I’m going to make you scream,” he said, sidestepping her proviso. “This is going to be all about you getting off.”

  “I mean it.”

  “Whatever you say,” he rasped, his hands sliding under the waistband of her panties, cupping her bare ass cheeks.

  Oh god, is he ever not fighting fair.

  “You like that?” he crooned.

  Vicky groaned. “What do you think, Shane?”

  Now who was talking too much?

  “Your ass should be a national monument,” he declared.

  “Shut up,” she begged. “Please?”

  Shane chuckled. He pulled her panties down, allowing her to step out of them.

  From there everything was a blur. She vaguely remembered standing on tiptoe and reaching up for him with fevered kisses.

  The next thing she knew he was impaling her, stabbing that huge cock inside her hot and open pussy. He was still standing. She had her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles locked just above his ass cheeks.

  He was fucking her furiously, punishing her with mind-numbing, breath-crushing blows.

  Oh god, it feels so damn good.

  They hadn’t even bothered with foreplay.

  Then again, the whole night had been foreplay, hadn’t it?

  Shane held her up, supporting her buttocks as he pumped into her wildly, rhythmically, like some kind of jungle creature. That’s when she realized she hadn’t even thought about a condom. Fuck it. She was on the Pill and she knew Shane was not the kind of man to endanger her.

  Her pussy creamed over his cock with each thrust. She ached for him, pined for him even as he filled her the way no man ever had before.

  It wasn’t just size, it was power, the pure way he possessed her, as if she were the only woman on the face of the earth, the only one he needed. Would ever need.

  Her pussy clenched his cock, greedily drawing him in and holding him. She wanted it to go on and on but their orgasms were like storms breaking on the horizon—threatening, unstoppable.

  Shane devoured her, taking her breast in his mouth, suckling, tugging.

  So much taking. She shuddered, feeling the release, the absolute surrender combined with the strength that can only come from pleasing her man.

  My man?

  What would give her an idea like that?

  Shane was a player, surely that was obvious.

  Vicky sank her teeth into his shoulder. The sounds came from deep within her, groans that electrified her flesh. Throwing herself against him, abandoning all safety, she released her core. The
orgasm exploded over her, triggering his counteraction.

  His semen blasted into her, spurt after hot spurt. Vicky took it all—craving, needing, shivering.

  Hot and cold were one thing now, desire and fulfillment, pain and pleasure. She ached, she cried, she dissolved.

  A second orgasm followed the first. This one was unspeakable, so beautiful it stung her soul.

  There was nothing left afterward. Sensing her helplessness, he sank down and rolled onto his back, a tricky maneuver that allowed her to fall forward, resting her head on his chest.

  She snuggled there, listening to the waves, the beat of his heart. All of this would be perfect, she thought, if he were a different guy in some other place.

  Such was life, an endless cluster fuck of irony.

  The best sex of her life and it could never be repeated. The best orgasm, hands down, from a man she would never see again, except across the table at Thanksgiving.

  Pass the cranberries, indeed.

  After a while they sat up.

  “I just want you to know, I don’t usually do stuff like this,” Vicky said.

  Shane laughed hard enough to irritate her.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “You apologizing for doing what comes naturally.”

  “Yes, well, we aren’t beasts, we are civilized human beings. Now help me find my underwear.”

  Her panties were still damp but she put them on. Her bra wasn’t in much better shape. She slapped his hands away when he tried to help her put it on.

  “On the bright side, your dress is almost dry,” he said.

  She snatched it from him and put it on. “You call this a bright side? We’re still marooned, remember?”

  “We’re not marooned, we’re—”

  “I know, I know, we’re on Casanova’s Cay.”

  “I was going to say that we’re spitting distance from Sam’s. You owe me a round, remember?”

  “Unless Sam has a boat for us or a helicopter, I am not interested.”

  “He’ll help us, don’t worry. And in the meantime, you will get to catch some of the local flavor around here.”