Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
He’s still inside of me as I lean forward. “What now?” I whisper in his ear.
“Now you go lie out on that deck, completely naked, and let me watch the sunlight on your skin. And when I’m hard again, which won’t me long, I’ll make you crawl on your hands and knees and suck your pussy off my cock.”
I chew my lip and shake my head. “I mean, about us. About my sister.”
“We’ll deal with that shit when we get back to campus.”
I hesitate. I want to press him. We need to figure this out now. He still hasn’t told me if he killed my sister or not, and if he didn’t, what actually happened to her. Emilio can give me closure, and I don’t want to stop talking, not yet.
“Go, pet,” he says.
I slip off him and feel his absence. I shiver, arms covering my breasts, but he only watches me, cock still twitching. I turn and leave the cockpit, and return to my towel.
I sit down, sunlight on my bare breasts. The cool ocean spray feels good on my sensitive skin, and I can’t help but smile.
I slept with the man that might’ve murdered my sister.
But do I really believe that anymore?
I look over my shoulder and he’s standing in the doorway, one hand stroking his long cock, watching me.
Those eyes. That desire. He wants me more than anyone’s ever wanted me before. It’s like he can’t get enough, like every time we fuck or touch or kiss, it only makes him need me that much more intensely.
He feels the same way I do.
I don’t know the truth. I’m not sure I want to know. But we have a few more hours before we reach the island, and if he’s not going to murder me out in this ocean then I’m going to let him fuck me into heaven and leave me rolling in ecstasy, at least before he drags me back to hell.
Chapter 14
Emilio
We spend the rest of the trip back to the island fucking.
I take her standing against the railing, lying down in the sun, in the hold against the benches. For hours, we taste each other until we’re spent, and by the time I motor back into the caves and tie off at the dry dock, Lesley and everyone else is already waiting. We don’t have time to talk about her sister or to process what we just did.
It was like a spell fell over me. Like something reached down from below and took me over, like a demon slipped into my skin. I had to have her, again and again, and she was dripping wet and begging for more, more, more. We went into a frenzy, one of the more delicious frenzies of my whole life, and it only left me aching for another taste.
Kaye says nothing as she hops off the boat and heads to the Jeeps.
“How’d that trip go?” Nathan asks, grinning and glancing back at the retreating Kaye. “Everything okay between you two?”
“We hit a storm last night but we’ll be all right. You worry about getting that fucking hold unloaded.”
Kaye hides out at the house when we return. I keep expecting her to corner me somewhere and demand an explanation about Lucy, but she hides in her room for the rest of the afternoon and disappears to class the following morning. That goes on for a few days and she’s like an itch I can’t scratch. I halfway expect her to leave the Calico House and move back into the dorms, but she’s still there, still in her room, still across the hall.
I keep thinking about what we did on that boat.
The storm. The hotel. The trip back. Her skin, her moans, her lips around my cock. It was filthy and beautiful. It hurt and felt so goddamn good. She came, again and again, with my cock in her mouth, buried between her legs, twitching against her tits.
And now her silence feels like a punch to my throat.
Like her hands are wrapped around my hair, pulling.
“You and me gotta talk,” Lesley says that Friday night. The fire pit in the back yard is crackling and several society members are standing around, drinking. Kaye’s nowhere to be seen, like always. I glance back at the house, up toward her room, and wonder if I catch a shadow near the window. But no, just the firelight flickering.
“What’s going on?”
Lesley leads me away from the group, a beer clutched nervously between her hands. “I heard some rumors on campus. I thought they were bullshit, but I looked into them.”
“Tell me straight.”
“Some of the other societies got their hands on pills. The sort of pills we haven’t been bringing onto the island.”
I frown slightly and shrug. “Other students deal. They sneak shit in.”
“That’s what I thought too, but everyone says it’s coming from one place, from one of the other societies. And it’s moving in big quantities.”