Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“Babe, if I had any clue, I’d have already fucking done it.”
She nods. “Yeah,” she says quietly. “Honestly, so would I.” She looks over my shoulder. “Hey, do you think those really vibrant flowers are edible?”
I shake my head. “No idea, but I doubt it. I’ve never seen any wildlife eat them, and we haven’t tried.” I sigh. “Let’s go for a swim,” I suggest, pointing to the beautiful, bright blue water by the falls. The temperature’s been rising all day, and it’s nearly unbearable. We’re both already slick with perspiration.
“Sounds good to me. There are no, like… sea creatures, right?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Not here.”
“If it’s freshwater, no sharks then.”
I smile. “Definitely not.”
“Okay, then,” she says. “Let’s do it.”
I stand there like an idiot when she begins to undress, because the sight of her naked never gets old.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“What?” she asks innocently, lifting her dress right up over her head and revealing her fucking perfect breasts. “Something wrong?”
I step out of my clothes and leave them on the bank by the water. My hardened cock springs to life. “Nothing’s wrong,” I groan. “You’re just perfect.”
She snorts, walking over to me. “I wouldn’t say that.”
“Good. If you got a big head, I’d have to take you down a peg or two.”
“Oh, would you?” she says with mock displeasure. “And I bet you’d like it.”
“I’d fucking love it,” I say, taking her by the hand and leading her into the water.
I like that despite the fact that we’re in danger, that we have very little food and no prospects of getting off this island, that we’ve somehow managed to grow this relationship. That somehow, despite all the odds against us, we’ve even… dare I think it… fallen in love.
“Hmmph, of course you would,” she says.
I pull her into my arms when we step into the water. It’s cold and clear and feels refreshing after the day we’ve had. She straddles my legs and wraps her arms around me, buoyed by the water, and I groan when she pushes herself against my hard cock. I can’t keep my hands off her, even when it’s inconvenient.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I tell her, before I bend my mouth to hers and taste her sweet, full lips. “So fucking gorgeous.”
“Mmmm,” she replies. I swallow her moan and walk deeper into the cold water, submerging us up to our waists. I cup her ass in my hands, squeeze, and she opens her mouth, welcoming me to deepen the kiss. I’m teasing her with my tongue when I feel a quick, hard tug on my foot. I break the kiss and stumble, and she nearly topples into the water.
“What the fuck?” Another tug and I’m losing my grip on her. On instinct, I lift her and throw her as far as I can into the water, to the shallower part. To safety.
“Cy!” she screams, when my whole body gets sucked away from her. “Cy!” It’s the last thing I hear as I’m pulled into the cool, dark depths.
Sixteen
Harper
“Cy!” I’m barely holding onto the edge of hysteria as he’s taken from me bodily, sucked right under the depths. He doesn’t go willingly, though, but fights, his powerful, muscled arms rising above the surface as he tries to swim away from whatever’s pulling him.
Whoever? My God. What enemy do we face now?
He surfaces and gasps for air. “Get to the bank!” he says, his words drowning in a terrifying gargling sound as he’s sucked beneath the depths again.
“Oh God, oh God,” I say, looking wildly about me for something, anything at all that I can use to save him. “Cy!”
On the bank I see the huge stick he gave me as a weapon. I swim as fast as I can to retrieve it, my limbs feeling as if they’re made of lead, and hold it in my hands as if it’s my lifeline. He must be getting pulled into some sort of undercurrent or something. I don’t know how this works. We shouldn’t have come here. Or maybe this island is demonic, and the current is meant to kill him. To take him from me.
I won’t let it.
I can see him being bodily pulled to the waterfall itself, the powerful water that crashes into the pool below so hard the spray around it blurs my vision. It will kill him. It will crush his bones and destroy him.
I can’t let that happen.
He’s moving slowly, though, and I realize it’s because he’s fighting it. But Jesus, he’s been underwater so long I wonder how he can breathe.
“Cy!” I scream, running on the bank so that I can reach him with the edge of the stick. He’s such a big guy. Even if he can grab hold, how will I ever pull him out? But I love this man. And I refuse not to fucking try.