Page 7 of Hunted (Desert Island Duet #2)

“Zee, he thought you had died. That kinda broke him. He’s never even looked at another girl.

” A soft gasp escapes her lips, and I nod, pleased that she’s starting to understand why he is the way he is.

“You remember our stories about him? How when we met him, he was so broken and angry?” She nods and I continue.

“Now you’re back, he’s trying to piece together the thirteen-year-old girl that he remembers with the new woman you are today. He feels like it’s his fault you’re here, and he’s trying to come to terms with that at the same time.”

“But it’s not his fault,” she says quietly.

“I know that, and you know that, and maybe someday, he’ll believe that, too. ”

The sound of the waterfall reaches my ears, and when we round the corner, it comes into view.

“You know, I think I’ll miss this place when we get out of here.”

“It really is beautiful,” she says, a soft smile on her face.

Looking down at her, the wind blows her blonde hair away from her face and the sunlight breaks through the trees to catch a sparkle in her piercing green eyes. She’s fucking gorgeous. It’s hard to believe I get to call her mine. She catches me staring at her and she asks, “What?”

“I’m just admiring something truly beautiful.” Her cheeks redden and a huge smile splits my face. I bring my hand up to cup her cheek. “Fucking gorgeous.”

“Bower…” she whispers, her soft hand dropping my wrist, like she doesn’t want me to let go.

I pull off all the bags and dump them on the ground. Turning towards her, I grip her face between my hands as I stare down into her stunning eyes. “Do you know how hard it was keeping my hands off you last night? When I was helping you change?”

“Your hands were on me, though,” she says, licking her lips with a look of hunger in her eyes.

“Yes, but I wanted to be touching you somewhere else.”

I can see her breathing getting heavy as she whispers, “Where?”

My tongue pokes out as I consider my answer and how far I want to push her right now, but if the way she’s looking at me is any indication, she wants this to stop as much as I do, which is not at all.

“Want me to show you?” I ask, my hands sliding down her neck, over her shoulders, down her arms to land on her hips.

She nods her head before biting her lip, making me groan, my fingers tightening on her skin. “Arms up,” I command, and she raises them instantly. I slide my hands up and take her top off, dropping it on top of our bags.

I take a second to admire her naked top half and let my hands wander to her chest. I grip both her breasts and squeeze them gently. She lets out a soft moan as she pushes herself against me, wanting more. I pinch her nipples and step closer, bending my head towards her as she tilts hers up to me.

I don't hesitate to kiss her. She opens eagerly for me and soon our tongues collide in a passionate dance. I rub soft circles on her nipples, and she gasps against me.

Finally, I let my hands roam lower, pushing her skirt down and letting it drop to the ground. “Spread your legs, baby,” I whisper, and she does as I command, giving me easier access to her core.

I start by gently rubbing her throbbing clit as she moans against me.

“Bower.” She says my name like a plea, and since I have no intention of making her beg, I slip a single finger into her. When she takes it easily, I add a second and slowly start pumping them into her.

“Bower!” she cries again, her hips moving against me harder, begging for more. “Bower, I want you.”

“You have me, Tink.”

“No, I mean…” She pulls back, her eyes connecting with mine as she whispers, “I want all of you.”

My eyes widen in surprise. Is she asking for what I think she is?

“Fuck, baby… There is nothing I want more. But your first time—Your first real time, should be something special. It should be in a giant bed covered in rose petals and surrounded by candles.”

“Bower, I don’t want all that, I just want you.” God, hearing those words makes my already hard cock jump against my zipper, as if it thinks it can get to her quicker. Her hands glide down my chest and she squeezes me through my pants.

I close my eyes and groan. “Zee… You’re killing me, I’m trying to do the right thing here.”

“Bower, it feels like for fifteen years, my whole life’s been on hold. Don’t make me wait for you, too.”

I pull my fingers from her, and a look of sadness crosses her face. I quickly shove those fingers in my mouth and suck them clean, then scoop her up in my arms as she lets out a squeal of surprise.

“If we’re going to do this, then we’re going to do it right.”

“Where are we going?” she asks as I start walking forward.

“We’re going in the water.”

“But you’re still dressed,” she reminds me.

I stop in my tracks and look down at my shirt covered chest. “Right…” I set her on her feet and strip down completely naked in five seconds flat. Her eyes are still wide when I scoop her back up and march into the water.

Slowly, I carry her over to the spot I have in mind, where a flat rock extends over the shallow water. I set her down, so she’s sitting facing me. It puts her in almost perfect alignment.

I gently push her knees apart, staring down at her body as I lick my lips in appreciation. I try to remind myself that this is the first time she’s chosen to do this, and that she probably has triggers.

“Zee…” I whisper as my hands run down her naked body, plucking and rubbing as I go.

“Mmm?” she hums, pushing herself against my eager hands.

“Is there anything I shouldn’t do? ”

“Maybe… don’t hold me down?” I nod as I try not to let the anger from thinking about someone doing that to her and taking her innocence from her take over my expression or my thoughts.

“You’ll have to tell me if I do anything you don’t like, or if you want me to stop or slow down, okay? You can’t freeze up on me.”

“I won’t.” A whimper escapes her when I start circling her clit.

“I mean it, Zee, this is important.” I grab her face, forcing her to focus on me. “Tell me you understand.”

She grabs my wrists as she whispers, “I understand, Bower, now please, I need you… inside me.”

A sound I’ve never made before rumbles from my chest, a deep mixture of a growl and a groan. Her hand slides down to grip my cock, stroking it with purpose, and I pull her mouth to mine, taking her in a hungry, claiming kiss.

My hand mover lower, and I start strumming her nipples. She moans against my mouth, begging for more. I reach down and rub her clit, making her squirm even more, and when she cries out my name in desperation for more, I take my cock from her and run it through her folds.

“Yes! Please, Bower! I need you!” Unable to resist any longer, I slowly push into her, one hand on my cock and the other on the back of her neck. After the head of it is inside her, I let go and start rubbing her clit, my eyes moving to hers as she watches me enter her.

There’s no sign of pain or fear on her face, only eagerness and heat, so I press in further, groaning at the tightness.

“Bower!” she cries out.

I stop my movement and wait for her to turn her eyes up to mine. “Does it hurt?” I ask in worry .

“No.” She shakes her head rapidly. “No, I need more.”

She tries to pull me into her, and I smirk, my hands gliding down to her hips to hold her still. “I’ve got you, baby.” Slowly, I slide all the way into her, until her head drops back, and she lets out the loudest moan I’ve ever heard from her lips.

“You like that, baby?” I whisper, pulling her body tight against mine so there’s no space between us.

She nods her head, her eyes wide with lust.

“ Sweet baby crab , yes!” she cries out, making me laugh. “But you have to move, Bower. This is torture! Is it supposed to feel like this?” she asks, her hands shaking me like she’s trying to make me move.

“I’ve never felt anything this good,” I tell her honestly, before pulling out a few inches and pushing back in. She gasps and I do it again, increasing my pace and force each time. It's hard to hold back with how good she feels, but I don’t want to hurt her or scare her.

She drops her head to my shoulder and wraps her arms around my neck, groaning with pleasure. I hoist her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. Slowly, I carry her towards the waterfall as she starts moving her body up and down on my cock, almost pushing me over the edge already.

I find a spot against the rock wall to the side of the waterfall where the water isn’t beating down and push her back against it. I hold her by the hips there as I pull back a fraction and look down at her.

She’s panting heavily, her green eyes blown wide with arousal. Her nipples stand erect and look practically edible as her chest heaves.

“Bower?” she asks, and my eyes reconnect with hers.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. I want to look at you. I want to see you pinned by my cock as I worship your body.”

She gasps, her hips thrusting against me. Seeing her in the throes of passion, where she’s finally let down her walls and allowing herself to truly enjoy this, pushes me even closer to my own release.

I want her like this all the time. I want her with me , all the time. It’s that thought that has me blurting out, “Marry me?”

“What?” she freezes, her eyes widening.

“I said, do you want me to make you come, baby? Do you want to come on my cock?” I lie easily, not wanting to ruin the moment.

She nods her head, and I pull back and thrust into her, making her gasp in delight.

“Yes, that’s it, Zee. You’re taking me so deep.”

She places a hand on my chest as she whispers, “Wait—”

I stop moving and wait for her to speak. She pants heavily as she tries to speak. “I—Can you… Can you not… you know… finish… inside of me?”

My eyes widen in realization. Of course, she wouldn’t be on any type of birth control. I hadn’t even thought about a condom, not that I had any.

“Of course, that’s no problem, I’ll pull out, alright?”

“Thank you,” she whispers. I start thrusting into her, fast and hard, and soon she’s panting and gasping as she cries out, “Bower, I’m gonna come!” I move one hand around to rub her clit, and she flies over the edge, screaming my name as her pussy squeezes my cock.

I groan, resting my head against her shoulder as I try to hold myself back. As soon as she stops convulsing around me, I pull out and grab my cock, spraying my release all over her stomach and in the water between us .

She places a kiss on the side of my head, and I lift mine to look at her properly. “How are you doing, baby?”

“So good,” she says, a blissed-out look splayed across her face as she grins at me.

“I’m glad.” I run my hands up and down her sides and after a few minutes of silence I give us both a quick rub down to make sure we’re as clean as we can be. Then I carry her back out of the water.

As both our bodies air dry, I take the time to fill up the canteens. I sit on one of the rocks that overhangs the pond as I do it.

My eyes wander the rock as I wait for the waterskin to fill up, and I notice a few drops of blood.

Frowning, I rub a finger through it, but it’s dry.

Did someone hurt themselves? I frown, wondering if it’s always been here.

I normally fill up from this spot, but I easily could have missed it before.

The last waterskin I’m holding fills to the top and I pull it out, sealing it up as I grab the others and get to my feet.

Zee’s now dressed and is braiding her long hair. I move over to join her, pulling on the rest of my clothes as well.

“You’re not injured are you?” I ask, my eyes skimming her body.

“What? No, why do you ask?” She frowns up at me as I run my hand down her side.

“I saw some drops of blood over there and don’t remember seeing them before.”

“Well, they aren't mine. They’re probably from an animal. I’ve seen things like that before.”

“Okay, that’s a relief to hear. Shall we go get some fruit? Show Reece what this island has to offer?” I ask her, holding out my hand for her .

She smiles as she takes it, and we head towards the fruit trees. I pay careful attention to her as we move through our task, making sure I didn’t push her too far, and that she doesn’t have any regrets.

But by the soft smiles she keeps giving me, and the way her cheeks keep turning pink every time I catch her looking at me, I think regret is the furthest thing from her mind.