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Of course, Alannah had known that the fact that she couldn’t orgasm like a normal woman had been a weight on her mind.

It had certainly also been the cause of breakups with more than a handful of her boyfriends.

They’d taken it as a personal slight against them, like she was implying it was their fault when that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Always, she’d placed the blame squarely on her shoulders.

Only sometimes male egos could be a fragile thing, and they hadn't gotten that no matter how hard she’d tried to explain. It wasn't them not being good enough or generous lovers that prevented her from orgasming, it was herself. She was being her own worst enemy.

Jake hadn't taken it as a slight when he hadn't made her come that first time, though. He’d just taken it as a challenge and jumped in even harder to make her do what she had been positive was impossible.

Harder .

She snickered at her own joke. He’d certainly been hard, thick, long, and amazing inside her. He had somehow managed to fill her up in a way she hadn't thought was possible. He hadn't just given her amazing orgasms—yes multiple orgasms—he’d filled up a piece of her that had been missing.

Self-confidence.

Self-worth.

Those were the things that he’d given her.

For the first time in her life, she had been completely and utterly vulnerable with another person, and they had made her feel seen. Jake had seen her, not the unwanted burden her parents always made her out to be.

That was a feeling she wanted to hold onto for as long as she could, for the entire rest of her life, no matter how long that turned out to be.

“What are you laughing at over there?” Jake asked, his voice deliciously low and sultry. It washed over her like a wave of desire, and she had to clench her legs together so she didn't do something silly like climb onto him, straddle his lap, and sink down onto his length.

“Nothing,” she answered quickly, not wanting him to know what she’d been thinking, although she was sure her bright red cheeks would give her away. The curse of being a blusher.

“Doesn’t look like nothing. Are you squeezing your legs together right now?” he asked with a smirk.

“Umm … no?”

“Is that a question, sunshine?”

She shook her head, sure that if she spoke the words wouldn't be another lie but a plea for him to give her another moment of indescribable bliss.

One thing she had determined this morning when Jake had finally pulled out of her and they had no choice but to return to the reality of their situation, was that for as long as they were on this island, she wasn't going to worry about the future.

What was the point in worrying about sex changing her friendship with Jake and irreparably ruining it when they might not even live more than another couple of days, or weeks, or maybe months?

For now, she was just going to take moments of joy when she found them.

If that meant another round of sex with Jake, then so be it. No feeling guilty and no anxiety. Just joy. Just pleasure. They both deserved it.

“You sure, sunshine? Because it looks to me like you do have your legs squeezed together.

If you do, then that would make you a liar, wouldn't it?” He arched a dark brow at her and hot, needy desire pooled low in her belly.

How did he manage to turn her on with just a handful of words and a single searing look?

After the morning, they cleaned up and gone looking for a water source.

Thankfully, they found a freshwater lake so packed up the shelter they made and moved it further inland.

Moving away from the shore where they could be spotted if someone came looking for them was scary, but she trusted Jake to know their best moves to stay alive.

She also trusted him with her body.

Shocking, but she did.

The last two lots of orgasms he’d given her proved it.

No longer did she find a barrier. Now when he brought her close to the edge, instead of pulling away and backing up, she just jumped right on over it.

“Do you know what I do to liars?” Jake asked, leaning in to feather a quick kiss to her lips, not nearly enough.

“N-no,” she said on a breathy moan as her lips tried to chase his and make him kiss her properly.

“I punish them.”

His words would sound dangerous if it wasn't for the desire darkening his own eyes. Instead, the words came out sounding erotic, and Alannah squirmed as they did crazy things to her insides.

“P-punish them? H-how?”

“You're about to find out.”

In a movement that was far too quick for her to do anything about it, he pounced. In one smooth moment, he had her flipped and lying on her stomach across his thighs. One of his legs was hooked around hers, pinning her in place.

Not that she had any intention of fighting.

This game they were playing, this dance they were engaged in, was far too intoxicating to make it stop.

A distant part of her mind screamed at her to protect her heart because if they got off this island, the game would stop and the dance would end, but she couldn’t seem to summon any energy to do that.

Instead, heat flooded her system as Jake’s large hand began to massage her backside. His fingers were so close to her aching core that she tried to squirm and reposition herself to get them where she wanted them, but he merely tightened his hold.

“How many spanks do you think would be an appropriate punishment?” he asked.

“Spanks?” she squeaked. She’d never done anything like that before, although, the idea didn't sound scary or intimidating in the least.

“Seems only fitting, you did lie after all, didn't you, sunshine?” A featherlight touch against her soaked center had her hips trying to move to find some friction. Jake laughed and withdrew his hand. “Didn't you?”

“Yes.” No point in lying about it, his hand could feel how wet she was.

“Then you deserve a punishment, don’t you, baby girl?”

This time, it was her heart that fluttered at his words. Had the endearment slipped out accidentally because he was caught up in the moment, or had it been a conscious decision?

“Don’t you, sunshine? Don’t you deserve a punishment?” His hand stroked her backside, and she shivered, but not in fear, nope, it was all arousal.

“Y-yes.”

“Are you going to take it like a good girl?”

This man and his words.

Once again, he had heat flushing her system, making it feel like she was on fire. The good kind of fire, the kind that burned hot and bright but brought only pleasure.

“Y-yes.”

“There’s my good girl. I think five is a suitable punishment.”

Cold air suddenly whispered across her backside as Jake slipped her leggings and panties down to expose her bottom.

The first strike caught her by surprise, and she jolted at the sudden spike of pain.

Before she could think too much about it, Jake’s hand was smoothing softly over her stinging skin, soothing away the pain.

“There’s one, you ready for the next one, baby girl?”

Now that she was prepared, she nodded, and the next spank didn't catch her by surprise. As soon as his palm connected with her skin, Jake immediately soothed away the sting with featherlight strokes.

Each one had her growing wetter, and wetter, and by the time the final one landed on her no doubt rosy red backside, she was so wet and so turned on that if he didn't do something about it, she was going to take matters into her own hands.

“You did so well, baby girl,” Jake crooned softly as he helped her sit up. “Took your punishment like such a good girl. Did you learn your lesson, sunshine? Are you going to lie to me again?”

Was she?

Why did the sting on her backside and the wetness in her panties tell her she was?

He must have read exactly where her mind had gone because he shot her a charming smile. “A brat, I see.”

“Jake, please,” she begged, her hips rocking, needing something to put out the fire he’d set inside her.

“Please what, baby girl? You need to come?”

“Yes, please,” she whimpered, she felt so empty.

“Asking so nicely, sunshine. I think that deserves a reward.”

Finally, his fingers were inside her, filling her up.

He didn't go slow, setting a fast pace that had her head falling back as pressure built quickly.

Each pump of his fingers grazed the spot inside her she was now convinced did in fact exist, while his thumb pressed on her bud with just the right amount of pressure and speed to have her breathing growing ragged.

How had he managed to learn her body so quickly?

It was like he possessed some sort of magical powers.

Who would have guessed her grumpy, stoic, always in control best friend had such passion hidden beneath the surface.

And who would have guessed she would have liked his dominance so much?

Maybe it was because it was easier to fight off her fears and worries when she handed over her pleasure to Jake, knowing he would take good care of her.

Exactly like he was doing right now.

The pressure built, so big it felt like she couldn’t contain it a second longer, and then she exploded. Her internal muscles clamped around his fingers and like he always did he kept working her through the orgasm making it last for as long as he could.

When the last shudders of it faded away, she sank down against him, resting her forehead on his shoulders. What was this man doing to her?

Ruining her for any others that was for sure.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured as he shifted her and pulled up her panties and leggings, then lying them both down so they were on their sides with her between the fire and his large body. Protecting her like he always did.

“What about you?” she asked looking over her shoulder. “You didn't come.”

“Don’t need to,” he told her, his gaze tender as he leaned in to touch a kiss to her temple. “I have exactly what I want.”

Guiding her head down to rest on his forearm, Jake held her snugly against his body.

Ruining her for sure for any other men. But did she even want another man?

Jake gave her everything she had ever wanted or needed, and even though she knew the risks, when they were snuggled together like this, those risks didn't seem to matter.

Alannah was beginning to figure out what she wanted. The thing was, what did Jake want?