Page 42 of Stranded with the SEAL

They’d made love time after time through the night, dozing in each other’s arms and taking turns waking to the other’s passion.

Trevor’s arm tightened around her and she sighed. Sex with him was so much better than sex with Marco. Her eyes popped open.

Marco.

Her heart began to race, a cold sweat breaking out on her palms. Her mind tentatively picked up her memories of Marco and flipped through them with shaking fingers. She could remember his face, his hands, his naked body.

His penis.

Trevor had a cock, but Marco had a penis. She’d never found Marco’s penis interesting or attractive, but she’d taken Trevor’s cock in her mouth and sucked him deep into her throat like the most luscious candy.

She looked at her ring finger, so empty without the large engagement ring she’d finally gotten used to seeing there.

It was all coming back to her like waves flooding the beach, covering toys and chairs and towels while people ran for safety.

Marco, her benefactor. She and Marco got engaged after Ellie and Frank died. Just thinking about it whet her grief again, the shock of losing her best friend, Ellie, and her best friend’s father to carbon monoxide poisoning in this cabin.

Their deaths had thrown her into a deep depression.

And now she knew they’d been murdered.

But by whom?

Marco had been so helpful, so understanding, knowing she didn’t want to stay in the cabin she inherited and moving her in with him, never even hinting he was romantically interested until the day he proposed.

She’d said yes in a heartbeat. She’d needed him so much, desperately needed someone to lean on now that Ellie and Frank were gone.

Trevor moaned softly in his sleep.

She was afraid to move, scared even her breathing would wake him completely and force her to look him in the eye before she’d soaked up all that was happening. Her horror was screaming from her pores, and she knew without a doubt he would take one look at her and know something was terribly, terribly wrong.

She needed to remember. She needed to remember it all.

She had been a virgin, and she and Marco were going to wait to have sex until they got married, but she’d gotten scared. What if sex with him was unpleasant, and she didn’t discover it until it was too late? He was older than her, and she worried the age difference would be too much.

So she’d forced the issue, coming into his bedroom that first night in her frilly pink gown and lying beside him in clear invitation. The first time had been painful, Marco’s long, skinny dick poking in and out of her while he grunted, but over the next few months he proved himself a competent lover, or so she’d believed.

Now she knew she’d never really been turned on, never been truly wet or swollen with desire for a man. The pleasant feelings Marco had brought out in her body had more in common with a back rub than they had with the crazed and desperate desire that was summoned and fulfilled by Trevor.

She closed her eyes, remembering how she stared at the calendar in total panic, counting down the days until her marriage to Marco. She was booked on Saturday Night Live for publicity, to lead everyone on about who she might be marrying, each appearance making her less able to breathe than the last, and Marco more gleeful.

SNL marked the two-week point. Two weeks until the wedding.

She’d felt like she was going to die.

But why? What had happened to make her change her mind?

Trevor kissed the top of her head and she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he whispered, pulling her more tightly against him. He rubbed up her arms and over her back and buttocks, lightly scraping her with his nails. Then he was massaging her thighs, easing them apart and moving his leg between them.

Heaven help her, she still wanted this man. Even after everything she remembered, she didn’t want him to stop. What did that say about her? Her entire world had just exploded into chaos, and she was happily spreading her legs for just one more fuck before the sky fell down.

His head moved to her breast and he took her in his mouth, licking and sucking one nipple while he tended the other with his hand, and she couldn’t help the way her head pushed back against the pillow. She didn’t want this to stop, didn’t want reality to intervene and force him away from her.

His knee came up, pressing against her most sensitive places, and she thrust her hips forward.

He kissed along her neck, his lower body lining up with hers, the head of his cock just touching the entrance to her body. Trevor thrust inside her and she called out, her body slightly sore and super sensitive, the mixture of pleasure and pain more arousing than she would have thought possible.