Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“Oh, you’ve done it now.”
She turns and takes off at a run through the crystal-blue water, splashing wildly in her struggle to go faster. Thanks to my advantage in both size and speed, I catch her easily, snatching her up with an arm around the waist and spinning her in a circle that makes her squeal, and I toss my spear to the rocks that come out like a jetty.
Avery’s been playful all day, and for as sure as I felt about everything last night, it’s still a level of reassurance I needed to be certain she felt the same.
Sex with her was more amazing than I could have ever imagined, but it was still a risky step toward complication in our relationship. She’s still my best friend’s little sister and, quite possibly, the most commitment-phobic person I’ve ever met. Life goals, men, hobbies—they’re all a revolving door of halfhearted interest and flipping pages.
The only things she’s ever been sure about liking are her family, her family’s money, and her best friend Juniper, and for as much as she’s evolved since we landed on this little slice of the world eight days ago, that kind of stubbornness isn’t the type of thing susceptible to quick change.
“Ahhh!” Avery screams again as I toss her up in the air and let go, watching as she splashes down in front of me in a cannonball position.
I expect her to come up sputtering, but she’s on the attack instead, throwing herself at me bodily and taking me down in the water with her.
We both go under, and I wrap an arm around her waist, putting my lips to hers while we’re submerged. We roll as a wave moves over us and come up for air together, laughing and flicking our wild hair out of our eyes.
Avery shakes like a dog before jumping up and into my arms, and I catch her by the ass as she puts her lips to mine and kisses me.
God, she tastes good.
Bright light shines behind my eyelids as the sun reflects off the water, and I stumble to keep us upright in the rolling waves. We kiss and taunt and tease, and she nips at my bottom lip with her teeth, backing off only to whisper one delicious thing into my ear.
“We should go have sex again.”
I nod in agreement, our foreheads rubbing together, and carry her out of the water, one destination and one destination only in mind—Avery’s perfect pussy.
She screams as I untie her bikini bottom while I’m jogging and toss it down in the sand, cupping her bare ass in my hands and skimming her center with my fingertips.
“Henry!”
“What?” I ask, laughing and spinning her around before dipping her into our shelter. “Can’t handle a little teasing?” I move down her body and put my mouth to her pussy, and her back bucks off the ground. “What about that? Can you handle that?”
“More,” she begs, sinking her hands into my hair and holding my mouth on her cunt. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced, and the fact that it’s happening while we grow increasingly unsure whether we’ll ever be rescued is the height of irony.
Reality is just around the corner, but it’s fun to pretend it isn’t, even if only for a little while.
And Avery Banks is the most perfect distraction.
January 11th
Avery
Firelight flickers on Henry’s face as he looks up at me. I can feel his hard cock against me where I straddle him begging for entrance, but tonight, I’m not in a rush. After three whole days of having him all over this godforsaken island, I’ve developed more patience.
As I pull back from kissing his eyelids, my stomach flips over with excitement, and my mind issues a correction. Not much patience—but a little.
“And this spot right here,” I say, kissing the peeling, sunburned tip of his nose. “It’s pretty cute too.”
He laughs. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Ten orgasms and a whole lot of foreplay since I first convinced him to take it all the way four nights ago, and I’m still greedier and greedier to have him again every hour of the day. I thought I’d be satiated pretty quickly—like I usually am with guys when I decide it’s time to drop and run. But I haven’t felt even the slightest hint of pressure to bolt.
At all.
At first, I chalked it up to being the literal only male and female in existence as far as we’re concerned, which, rationally, makes sense. We’re in a bubble, far-removed from reality, and I can’t expect my behaviors here to mirror the ones of my home life. But I’m starting to realize the more times we’re together—or, hell, maybe it’s more admit than realize—there’s a hell of a lot more driving my comfortability with attachment than proximity.
Henry’s hot, funny, capable, and motherfucking banging in bed, and when it comes to options for how a girl could do in life, he’s pretty firmly at the top of the list. He’s patient, he’s kind, he looks at me like I’m more than some passing fancy or box to check.