Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“Come out, come out wherever you are!” LC yelled up the beach.
I squinted into the dark, certain I saw something rustling and whooshing by, but whatever it was…it wasn’t Max. He couldn’t run that quickly so close to the ground. My guess? Cas. He was about two shits high and disturbingly fast.
Rounding a few boulders, I realized I was more tense than normal, and I guessed that wasn’t weird. This was uncharted territory, and it excited me more than I could describe. Hell, I’d been damn near bored the last couple of years because I was a magnet for brats and masochists. They were certainly fun at times, just…a bit too predictable for my tastes in the long run.
Max wasn’t a brat or a cookie-cutter masochist, though.
I kept walking, not sure he’d even be on this side of the island, except…something told me he might have eyes on me. Fuck, did he?
I stopped short and stared into the nothingness, and for a quick second, I felt like the prey. Like the tables had turned.
Defeating Max wasn’t gonna be easy. He was strong and agile, almost as tall as me, and he’d been around for a while. He had fewer buttons to push.
My eyes were adjusting to the darkness, but I received more help from the moon. The clouds parted and let the moon cast the island in a pale blue glow.
“Nooo! Help me!” someone screamed far away. “Stop it, you dummy!”
I couldn’t stay out here any longer.
I put on my shoes and tied them tightly, and then it was time to go in there. Out here, I was too exposed.
Stepping between two ferns, I ducked lower when I heard someone running nearby. Quick footfalls, heavy panting, a few curses—it sounded like someone young.
Then I stayed put and looked around me until I was absolutely certain I was alone. I caught no movement nearby, no sounds that didn’t belong here. He couldn’t know where I was, could he?
I started walking back toward our campsite, slowly, carefully, all senses heightened. I sidestepped to avoid big rocks and bushes, and I crouched to prevent being slapped in the face by the vegetation from above. Everything was wetter in the forest, and the place was alive.
Maybe I should’ve put on a tee.
Movement caught my eye, and I whipped my head sideways to see a form out on the beach. He moved cautiously along the tree line, and I hid behind a boulder.
My heart began pounding.
Was it him? The silhouette was familiar.
I poked my head out and looked between two palm trees.
Whoever it was, he was trying to find someone in the jungle. He walked close without entering, and he was about ten feet away.
It had to be him.
“Where the fuck did you go?” he snapped under his breath.
I grinned. It was him. He’d been watching me.
Something trickled down my neck, sweat or water dripping from the trees, maybe a combination of both, and that tiny thing did something to me. It made me wanna get filthy. Mud, sweat, blood, sand, humidity, twigs—I wanted to feel all of it. I wanted the saltiness of the ocean on my tongue and scratches from the forest all over my body. But more than that, fingerprints and bitemarks. Bruises and cuts.
“You lookin’ for me, darlin’?” I asked.
He shot up and stiffened, and before he could react further—hell, before I could make a conscious decision—I bolted into action. I pushed away from the boulder, darted out of the jungle, and flew at him. With that split-second decision, I’d made up my mind. Topple him over in the sand, not the forest floor, where more things could cause harm.
Max crouched and braced himself for impact the second before I reached him, but it wasn’t enough. I rammed into him and sent us both to the sand, and he let out a gritty oomph. Adrenaline pumped through me, and my mind was wiped clean, aside from one single goal. Bury my cock so far up his ass he’d taste me.
His shock was clear, though it quickly morphed into fury. “Jesus Christ—slow your fucking roll,” he growled.
“What did you expect, dinner and drinks first?” I grunted and took a punch to my side as I tried to roll him over.
Fuck, that hurt.
New strategy—don’t attack from the front. He could ward me off too easily.
He shoved me off him, and I landed next to him in the sand. But when he scrambled to his feet in an attempt to escape, I reached out and grabbed his ankle. He went down again, and I gnashed my teeth and crawled over him.
“Motherfucker!” he groaned.
It was the headiest fucking feeling, to have all other aspects of my life just disappear. I suddenly existed for one thing only, and it was to claim my prey. Our heavy breaths faded into the background, any pain and discomfort were sedated by the adrenaline, and I barely registered the sand and sweat.