by Jools Louise
“It’s okay, boys. This man is a friend.” Louis urged them to sit again. Reluctantly they did, still scowling.
“They just saw five men killed and their friend struck down, Captain Nielsen. The men you just captured fired on their own men.” I shuddered, trying to avoid looking at the red-hewn water which lapped the shore. I saw the flash of a dorsal fin in the deeper water and shuddered again. The sharks were moving in, attracted by the blood. The bodies would need to be moved quickly.
“Yes. This gang are brutal. Their leader is part of the Triad gang which operate out of South East Asia and Australasia. They have their fingers in all sorts of profitable pies from drugs and weapons to exotic animals to people. If it makes them money, they’ll sell it.” For once Murphy’s voice was not jovial. His blue eyes looked very serious as he spoke. “If they’re operating this far into the South Pacific I think I need to let HQ know. We’ve been after this gang for years, but don’t know where their base is.” Murphy’s smile was not pleasant. “I’ll look forward to finding out from the thugs who hurt this little boy.” Murphy nodded to the boys then me before ordering his crew to begin collecting the bodies still wallowing in the shallows. Body bags were produced and the grim task began.
I turned away from the gruesome sight, engaging Datu and Bayani in conversation to distract them as Louis lifted Benji into his arms carefully and began to walk back up the beach. I glanced at Jackson and the doctor who nodded and followed on behind.
Marcus stayed with me and the remaining boys.
“Let’s walk, guys. I bet you’re tired and hungry by now.” I got the boys’ attention and they smiled at me, then with a worried glance at their departing friend began to follow on, rushing to catch up with Louis. I let out a shaky breath as adrenalin left my body abruptly.
Marcus took one look at my face and held me close. I couldn’t stop shaking. Grenade launchers and dead bodies and abused young boys were not in my usual days’ events. I had thought leaving retail would be less stressful!
I inhaled the clean, male scent of Marcus’s skin which mixed with the tangy smell of sweat. Marcus smelled divine, like sex and warm summer nights under the stars. He rarely used cologne, preferring soap or bodywash to cleanse with, and I loved snuggling with him. His big body dwarfed mine, his large hands rubbing my back as he tucked my head into the crook of his neck. Gentle kisses peppered the top of my head until finally I stopped shaking, heaving a quivering sigh.
“Are you okay, now?” His voice was gruff but gentle.
“Hmm-mmm.” I snuggled some more, not wanting to let him go.
“Louis told me you refused to leave when they arrived.” I sensed Marcus was a little irritated with me, now.
“Hmm-mmm.” My reply was less than enlightening.
“Louis also told me that you fired the first round.” I grimaced against his chest, my lip curling.
“You were only here for a few moments. How did he manage to tattle on me so quickly?” I felt a light slap on my ass and a reluctant chuckle.
“I was here for long enough to find out that our sweet, laidback and often stubborn cum junkie put herself in danger. That isn’t going to happen again.” His retort had a steely edge to it and I huffed in annoyance.
“Huff and puff all you like. You’re going to be staying in the resort until the eggs hatch and there is no more reason for the poachers to come here again.” I felt Marcus’s fingers on my chin, lifting my head. His hazel eyes glinted with resolve. “You could have died, Jess. A ricochet or a lucky shot. Either one could have killed you. These gangs don’t care who gets hurt, it’s all about money to them. What were you thinking? You’re not a trained soldier, you’re an ex-supermarket manager turned resort manager. You’re not equipped to deal with this.”
I began to get angry. I loved Marcus, and I loved that he cared. I knew he was being dictatorial because he had been scared for me and realized that I could have been killed. Leaving Louis to take on three boatloads of thugs by himself had not been an option.
I pushed away from Marcus, poking my finger into his broad chest.
“Firstly, I may be only a manager but I still protect what’s mine and I will kill anyone who hurts any one of you. Secondly, I fired the first shot because I was damned if a bunch of smelly, stupid poachers were going to ruin this beach and steal all those eggs. Who do they think they are? Thirdly, if you think for one moment you are going to wrap me up in cotton wool and ‘protect me’ because you’re a bloody man and I’m not, then you don’t know me very well!” I kept prodding his chest, my voice rising in volume until I shouted the last bit.
“I love you Marcus, but sometimes you can be such a bloody man!” I jabbed him one last time, then turned on my heel and began storming off up the beach. I ignored him as he quickly caught up with me and followed closely behind. I ignored him as I walked so fast that I overtook Jackson, the doctor, Louis, and the boys. I continued to ignore him for the walk back to the resort which took half the usual time because I was fuelled by pure anger.
I ended up in the office, slamming the door in Marcus’s irritated face. As far as I was concerned the discussion was over. Men! On autopilot I began to delve into the mountains of paperwork which had been accumulating all week. I muttered to myself about overbearing ex-soldiers with excessive testosterone.
I made sure to lock the door, discouraging anyone from entering. I needed to cool down. I needed to focus on something other than the violent exchange of gunfire and the ugly sight of men gunned down in front of me. I had the sudden, brutal urge to hurt the murdering bastards responsible for kidnapping young children for profit and pleasure.
Bayani, Datu, and Benji were just the tip of the iceberg. What was wrong with people that they took pleasure from other people’s pain? What was wrong with people that had no regard for anything other than making their next pile of money? Blood money stained their filthy hands and others were left to clean up their mess.
My shoulders slumped and I rested my head on my arms on the desk. I began sobbing, my whole body shaking. I didn’t hear the click of a key in the lock of the door. I felt arms around me, lifting me.
“Come on, luv. Let’s get you into bed.” Louis’s voice penetrated my distress. “Marcus was just scared to lose you. We’re all scared of that.” He kissed my damp cheek and I leaned into his embrace. He carried me as easily as if I was a small child, no small feat since I was neither small nor childlike in any way. “He’s right, though.” He tucked my head into the crook of his shoulder.
“You’re not going back to the turtle beach. The gang have many more members who will keep returning until they get what they want. Hopefully, losing so many of their guys will have them pausing. Hopefully they won’t be back for a while. You won’t be going anywhere near the beach until the turtles hatch, though. Once the eggs are gone, they have nothing to come back for.”
Louis sounded like he meant business and while I frowned at his tone, quietly I couldn’t help feeling a little twinge of pleasure that they cared so much about keeping me safe. Their lives were just as important to me, and I was not just going to let anyone tell me differently. If they were allowed to save turtles, then so could I. Wasn’t there a saying somewhere that said, “The female is deadlier than the male”?
I heard a snort from Louis. I realized I had uttered that last phrase aloud. Oops!
“I would definitely have to say that the female is more annoying than the male, especially when the female refuses to listen to reason.” Louis growled into my ear, then spoiled the attempt at sarcasm by kissing me again, this time on my temple.
I smiled to myself, lifting my head.
“When the male says something reasonable, rather than trying to tell me that I’m more important than the rest of the crew, then I’ll listen.” I locked gazes with him, sage-green staring into gray-blue in a battle of wills.
“How about I show you how reasonable I can be?” Louis smirked and I belatedly realized he had brought me to my bungal
ow, straight to the bedroom.
Chapter Seven:
Battle of the Sexes
I bounced onto the bed, Louis following me down and holding me beneath his hard warmth.
His green eyes had a fiercely territorial quality to them.
Strong fingers found the neck of my shirt and with a flick of his wrist he tore the fabric apart, smiling as buttons pinged in every direction. I gasped, feeling the cool night air caress my heated skin. My pussy began to throb in response to his display of dominance. My bikini top was brief, my nipples suddenly hard as pebbles under Louis’s hungry gaze. He smiled again, wickedly, and lowered his mouth.
Lips surrounded one aching nipple, mouthing the fabric-covered teat before giving a light nip to the aching tip. A tongue licked a slick path across my cleavage to the other breast, repeating the process. Golden-brown hair tickled my skin as Louis’s mane fell forward, obscuring his face. He suckled hard, nipping the tip again before sliding his tongue under the thin fabric and tasting my bare flesh.
My legs fell open and Louis began to rub himself against me, using his whole body as an instrument of pleasure. Snug between my spread thighs, his broad chest caressed my belly and his belly ground against my clit. I could feel the damp warmth of my pussy as it wept in pleasure. His abs were bare, and I felt each ripple of muscle against my sensitive core.
“You’re overdressed, luv,” he murmured against my breast, reaching under me to unclip the bikini before removing the whole thing, leaving me bare to his gaze. “Nice rack.” I let out a surprised giggle at his cheek. Yes, I actually giggled. Damn!
He buried his face between my rack, nuzzling his stubbly jaw against my tender skin, and I squealed as the rough whiskers abraded me. My squeal died as his tongue tenderly lapped at the abused area, long licks across every inch of my breasts leaving me a quivering mess beneath him.
“Would you say I’m being reasonable now?” His mouth practically inhaled one globe, leaving me gasping as he suckled, kneading the soft flesh between his lips.
“You’re trying to seduce me into changing my mind.” My tone was less than emphatic since my mind was distracted. My voice was breathy to say the least. Who could remember to breathe at moments like this?
“Is it working?” I felt the chuckle against my skin and clutched his head in both my hands, pulling his skilful mouth more firmly against me.
“I think you need to try much harder.” My legs wrapped around his waist, my heels kneading his taut ass. “Much harder.” He growled, surging upward on the bed and kneeling between my legs, dislodging my grip on his ass.
My shorts were dragged down as well as my bikini bottoms. Flipping me onto my stomach he paused to frantically undress, flinging his clothes onto the floor. Grabbing a pillow, he spread my legs and knelt between them. The pillow tilted my ass upward, giving him a good view of my undercarriage.
“I’ll definitely be hard, lover.” I felt his fingers gripping my hips, holding me still. Then his hot breath swept a moist trail along the crease of my ass. I yelped in surprise as I felt his teeth graze first one soft buttock and then the other, giving me a light nip and then licking the abused area. He chose random spots to nip, and I buried my head in the pillow, muffling my whimpers at the conflicting treatment. My body didn’t know how to react, clenching a little at the sharp shock and then melting from the sexy licks which soothed.
His mouth moved closer and closer to my pussy, licking a long path along my ass crack but ignoring my quivering hole. He apparently had other things in mind. I cried out, startled as a hot tongue began lapping at the cream which oozed from my pussy. My nether lips were swollen with need, slick with my cream, and I couldn’t help the involuntary surge of my ass against the sensuous assault.
“Sweetie, I haven’t even started yet.” He lifted my ass even more, pushing his head between my legs, his wide shoulders pushing my legs even wider. That scorching tongue continued its attack, exploring every crevice and fold before finally finding the taut nub of nerve endings hidden between the slick channel. His tongue became a weapon, lashing at the nub, and I writhed against his merciless ferocity. I came screaming, my cream coating his face as he continued to torment me, now sucking on my clit like a starving man after a long famine.
“This is the best tasting cream, luv.” I felt the vibration of his voice straight to my womb, helpless as he devoured me with no remorse. Tremors wracked my body, sweat coating my skin until with another hoarse scream of pleasure I came again, the orgasm ripping along my nerve endings like a runaway locomotive, destroying every coherent thought in its path.
His mouth finally left my pussy after a last hungry lick and I lay in a trembling mass of ecstasy, exhausted. I felt his warm body against my back, the thick head of his nine-inch nail nudging my swollen, overly sensitive pussy. Brushing lightly he anointed the thick length, lubricating himself with my cream. I moaned helplessly, too exhausted to move but wanting him inside me with every breath I took. I reached behind me, grabbing his cock and positioning it just where I needed it.
“Hard and fast, Louis,” I begged him, but Louis was in tormenting mode tonight. His cock sank slowly into me, the thick length throbbing as it pierced my hot channel. My slick folds were no barrier and my muscles were so loose that he entered me easily. His hands found my breasts, fingers working nimbly to torment my aching nipples as he impaled me fully. I felt the slick warmth of his sweat-coated chest drape against my back, his mouth nibbling teasingly at my shoulder as he paused for a moment.
“I think tonight we’ll do things a little slower.” He began to move, withdrawing equally slowly so that I felt each delectable inch of the thick slab, my inner muscles clenching around it in an attempt to keep it inside me. Pausing again at the swollen gateway, he kissed the nape of my neck before surging forward again. Each thrust was as unrelenting as the waves which crashed against the beach, slow and sure and steady. He didn’t increase tempo, just kept the same pace and used the rest of his body to caress mine.
I tilted my head to the side, sighing into his mouth as he kissed me deeply. His tongue tasted of my cream and I fed hungrily, relishing the taste of myself and him in my mouth. My body moved with his, two into one. Hands swept along my flanks to my breasts and back again. His mouth mated with mine, drinking of me as his cock plunged over and over into heated bliss.
I felt the exact moment when the pleasure caught him by surprise. I felt him tense, his balls drawing up, and his grip on me tightened. He gave a startled groan before the hot lash of his release splattered against my insides. His orgasm seemed to go on and on, jets of warm cum filling me up before leaking out as his release overflowed. Fingers found my clit and he teased the tight little bud without mercy until I came with a whimper of exhausted bliss, then melted into the bed beneath me. Collapsing on top of me, his arms held me tightly, his lips fused to mine.
I drifted into sleep, still joined to Louis, his cock buried deeply as it began to soften finally.
“I love you, Jess. You’re too special to put yourself in danger. Please let us big, strong, overprotective men do our thing.” He kissed me again, the words sinking into my tired brain and I nodded, giving in to the inevitable. “Don’t ever leave us. We wouldn’t be complete without you.” He laid his damp forehead against the nape of my neck and sighed. His heavy frame felt heavenly as his dick lay submerged inside my sated pussy, his chest against my back and his arms wrapping me in a cocoon that was warm and snug.
“I love you, too, Louis. I’ll make you a deal. I will stay here and manage what I’m supposed to manage. I’ll let my big, strong, and overprotective men do their thing. With one condition. If anyone hurts or tries to hurt any person on this island, you won’t be able to stop me going after them. You complete me, too. Ya big lugnut! G’night.” Louis gave a sleepy chuckle, nuzzling my cheek with his whiskery cheek. It was a long time before Louis disengaged, avoiding crushing me by moving us onto our sides and sleeping beside me through the night.
Mar
cus came by the next morning with a sheepish yet stubborn expression on his face. By unspoken agreement, my usual posse of bed mates had let Louis and I snuggle as a couple the previous night, sleeping elsewhere. Louis and I were in the shower, teasing each other with gropes aimed at private areas and we were laughing like idiots by the time we emerged, clean but horny.
We paused at seeing Marcus and I gave a sigh as I walked over to him. Standing tall and proud, he looked like he was waiting for a blow to hit him.
“You’re lucky I love you, man!” I teased him, opening my arms wide, and he stepped inside, resting his head on the top of mine as he hugged me tightly.
“I’m sorry if I came over as an overbearing prick—” he began to apologise but I sniggered, cutting him off mid-sentence.
“No you’re not!” My head lifted as I gave him one of those looks, telling him I wasn’t born yesterday. “I get that you care. I get that you want to keep me safe. I get that part of your personality is being a dominant male. I care about all of you, too.” I kissed his mouth, forestalling his interruption. “I’ll tell you what I told Louis last night.” Another kiss punctuated the statement. “I’ll let you play macho man for as long as you like…on the condition that when someone threatens you, all bets are off. I will be there helping to kick ass if any of you get hurt. And I will be practising with the C8, RPG, and whatever other ass-kicking skills are needed to keep my men safe.” My last kiss was scorching, leaving him dazed and panting. The tweak to his burgeoning cock had him immediately hard but I wasn’t in the mood to help him with his sudden erection.
Smiling, I dressed quickly before leaving my two warriors where they stood. I needed coffee after all.
There was an addition to our group that morning.
Murphy.
Clad in combat fatigues and looking pretty weary in the baking sun, he was sitting at the Café enjoying some fresh croissants and coffee courtesy of our resident baker, Ray, and Caleb’s Café. I sniffed the air, beginning to drool as the delicious aromas hit my nostrils and sent my stomach into a frenzy of growling hunger pangs.
