Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 104729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Better than nothing, I guess.
Deciding to call it a day, I lift my net and head back to the campsite.
Phoenix is stirring when I finally arrive.
Her hands reach up to wipe the sleep from her eyes.
“What do you have there?” she asks.
“Lunch and maybe dinner.” I laugh.
“You can cook too?”
I nod, and she chuckles. “Of course you can. There is nothing you can’t do.”
“I can’t build a radio out of a coconut,” I respond flatly.
“Few can.”
I place the fish down and then move to sit back next to her.
“How does the ankle feel?” Without waiting for her to speak, I reach my hand out and take her leg in my hands. My fingers trace circles on her skin as I wait for her to answer.
As I make the motion, her cheeks flush.
“I—I don’t know. Fine. I guess.”
“Does this hurt?” I move her ankle, and she shakes her head. “What about this?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, good. I’m sure you’ll be fine. Today, I want you to stay here, though. Do not go into the ocean.”
“But—”
“No buts. One more day of rest and then tomorrow you can go back to whatever you were doing when this happened. But no swimming without me.” I lift my brow. “And I highly discourage you from climbing a tree.”
“I didn’t climb a tree.”
I give her a look that tells her I wasn’t born yesterday and that I know she did.
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes. “I climbed a tree. But did you see what I brought back?”
“Yes, and that’s why I won’t yell at you. But you have to be more careful.”
“Sorry, not everyone can be perfect like you.”
I wink at her before standing. “I am pretty amazing.”
“Where are you going?” she asks as I stride in the other direction.
“I’m going to the lake to see if I can catch more fish.”
“And you are just going to leave me here?”
“Yes.” My one-word answer probably pisses her off, and that thought has me smirking.
“But I feel fine.”
I turn to face her. “That may be the case, but I would feel a lot better if we didn’t press our luck.”
She makes a brief sound of disappointment.
“I’ll be back before you know it.” She pouts her perfect little lips, and I leave.
I need to get away. With the little sounds she makes and the way her lips look, I can’t help but imagine her beneath me. Since that will not happen, I know I have to go, maybe relieve myself too.
That or I’ll probably end up attacking her, which is something I can’t and won’t do.
When I finally make it to the lake, I’m rock hard.
Phoenix will be a problem.
My dick will be a problem.
Before I can think twice, I’m stripping off my clothes and grasping my cock in my hand.
I just need to take the edge off. Then I can fish and go about my business of trying to prepare for us to leave. I imagine Phoenix’s legs wrapped around me. I imagine what it will feel like to slide into her and pound into her flesh.
I stroke myself up and down, climbing toward my release. It doesn’t take me long. Much less time than normal, but this girl has me wound tight.
I come hard into my palm, grunting, “Fuck,” as I do. My eyes open, and I’m not alone. At the edge of the clearing, watching me come, is Phoenix.
Eyes wide, cheeks flushed, she’s watching. She can’t pull her gaze away. She’s not even swallowing as I tug one last time and milk it out completely. Finally, when every last drop is spent, I let my lips tip up.
Silently asking if she enjoyed the show.
Saying nothing after that, I head toward the water and fully submerge myself. I expect when I resurface, she will be gone. That she will have turned tail to hide from me.
But instead, I find her exactly where I left her, still staring in my direction, still breathless from what she saw.
27
Phoenix
I need to look away.
I need to look anywhere but at him.
But as he touches himself, eyes closed, I can’t. I can’t seem to budge at all.
Something about this man is completely mesmerizing. Looking at him is like watching a car accident unfold. You know there is a very good chance you can get hurt in the crossfire, yet you can’t seem to pull away.
That’s Alaric Prince.
Deadly.
Corrupt.
Yet tarnished in all the right ways.
I can’t stop myself from watching him. I’m silently enthralled by the scene playing out and even more secretly wishing I was the one touching him.
With my mouth dropped open and my eyes wide, I watch as he strokes himself, and I’m rooted in place.
Finally, I shake myself out of my haze, and I’m about to move when his eyes open.
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
He’s staring right at me, still stroking himself.
The lust that fills the space between us is heady and makes me warm. The sight makes my body flush, my core growing wet with need.