Page 20 of Don't Puck Up

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Kamirah

Iwas still thinking about the night before last as we walked along the beach. It was dark again, nearly midnight on the island. The moon hadn’t risen yet, but that made it perfect for seeing the meteor shower light up the sky above us. We had our cell phone flashlights on as we walked up the grassy slope nearest to our bure, being careful not to slip on the steeper parts of the hill.

“Take a look at that one,” Chris pointed out with a grin. He was like a kid at Christmas, filled with wonder as he followed the long tails of each meteor.

The stars glittered in the sky like diamonds. The rocks of the bluff, only a few dozen feet to the right of us, were as black as ink. The night was noisy, the hum of insects and wash of gentle waves against the rocks below filling the air.

“It’s incredible. This whole island, our whole vacation, has been amazing,” I murmured watching the skies light up.

“This resort is gorgeous. We need to come back.”

I giggled. “Is it gorgeous because of who we’ve met?”

“Who? Vigilante or Locke Ledger?” Chris asked and laughed, then shook his head. “What are the odds that Locke Ledger of all people would be at a resort on the other side of the world at the same time as us?” He paused while another meteor shot across the sky and I followed the streak of light. Then he added, “Well, it’s closer to homefor him, I suppose. I wonder if he lives in LA full-time now or only comes over for movies like Chris Hemsworth does.”

“I don’t want this vacation to end,” I mused longingly, and not just because the island was gorgeous.

“We’ve still got time,” he reassured me.

We did, but I also couldn’t help questioning whether Vigilante would show himself again. I couldn’t describe what had happened between us and how my body had responded. I should have been terrified, and when he’d pulled out the knife, I had been. But then he’d dropped it, and instead of disarming me when I picked it up, he’d let me hold it to his flesh and reassured Chris that he wasn’t there to hurt me. I’d seen a shift in Chris then. He’d relaxed, going pliable in Vigilante’s hands. He’d handed over the reins to the man seemingly without another thought. I’d never once seen him do it before. Usually Chris was a control freak, wanting to direct everything that happened so he could keep a tight rein on it. But not that night.

We reached the top of the bluff, and Chris laid down on the grass, stretching his arm out. I followed suit, curling into him as we watched the lightshow in the night sky.

“You were different with Vigilante,” I started, but paused, unsure how to continue.

“I was.” He scratched his chest under the sleeveless T-shirt he wore and sighed. “Why?” he asked hesitantly.

“I liked it. You let go and gave him control. It was good to see you able to do that.”

He exhaled on a rush.

“Hey, you didn’t think I’d think less of you, do you?”

“I know you said it was hot, but a part of me keeps thinking you’d be turned off because I bottomed.”

“No, hon. No.” I propped myself up on my elbow and turned his face to mine. “I never thought anything less of our other partners who bottomed. Hell, I bottom every time we have sex. Why would I think less of you?”

He shrugged and pressed his lips together. “I don’t know. Silly worries I suppose.”

“I thought it was hot.” I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, then slid my tongue along his lower lip, wordlessly seeking entry. He opened and our tongues tangled slowly as we kissed. I ran my hand down his sculped chest, over those perfect abs and over the loose material of his quick-dry shorts. His cock thickened in my grip, and as I rubbed him slowly, he let out a moan. “You want me to strip you naked right here and show you how hot I thought it was?”

“Yes,” a voice behind us answered.

I startled, letting out an indignant squeak, and looked up to see Vigilante framed by the night sky, comets glowing behind him as his trench coat flapped in the breeze.

“Run, little prey.”

We scrambled up, and Chris grasped my hand. He spun me away from the cliff and started the charge down the hill. It was dark, our cell phones useless in our pockets as we carefully picked our way down the steep slope.

Adrenaline spiked in my veins and exhilaration followed. I looked over my shoulder and saw Vigilante was hot on our heels.

The man was fucking beautiful, and the excitement was off the charts. I understood why people got addicted to taboo. Sex with a stranger was unheard of in our lives. Everything needed to be choreographed, every partner vetted to ensure discretion and secrecy of the relationship.

It was crazy dangerous what we were doing. It could spectacularly blow up in our faces. If it did, it would be the end of our careers. But even though my head was lighting up with red flag warnings, my gut was telling me to ignore them. This island was so detached from our world that it felt a lot like Vegas—what happens here stays here. I was untouchable—except by my husband and this hot-as-hell man who had a dick to weep over.

We ran straight down the beach toward the tiki torches flickering on the patio. I was wet with anticipation. Every step that took me closer to the bure made my thighs rub against my pussy, heightening the sensations. I looked over my shoulder again, but couldn’t see him this time. There was no red neon mask bobbing behind us as he chased us, no bare chest as his trench coat fluttered in the air behind him.