Juliet

For days now, I’ve been trying to put him out of my head, but it’s proving more difficult than I thought. I’m still amazed he actually built a second bed so he wouldn’t have to bother me by lying next to me.

It’s nice, but … there are animals in this jungle. And I’m all tied up and can’t defend myself.

So I succumbed to my own fear and asked him to come into my bed again. Well, implied… asked is a strong word. I don’t like to admit I need him for anything, let alone that I feel safe around him.

I shouldn’t feel anywhere near safe. He’s a savage who gets off on trapping a girl, yet I can’t stop this heart of mine from beating faster and faster the closer he gets.

Goddammit.

I can’t even stop looking into his eyes as he pushes berry after berry in my mouth in the morning. His smile is mesmerizing, but his eyes … they’re to die for. And I’m hopeless to fight it when he’s feeding me like this. He’s so proud of gathering them; I can’t help but feel for him. He’s really trying to be better, and I can appreciate that.

Especially when he’s putting so much care into laying the berries on my tongue until I suck.

I’m not sure he’s doing it to fill my stomach, though …

When he’s done, and I’ve swallowed the last berry, he says, “So are you going to behave today?”

“What do you mean?” I narrow my eyes.

He lifts my chin with one finger and says, “You know what I mean.”

“I won’t run away, if that’s what you’re asking. It’s not as if I have anywhere to go.”

“And you won’t try to lure in other people either?” He raises a brow.

I sigh. “Fine. I won’t start another fire. Happy now?”

A slow smirk spreads across his lips and makes me want to swoon. But it’s wrong, so wrong. I’m actually negotiating with my captor right now. And I don’t even mind. I just want to be free of this rope around my wrists.

“Good girl,” he says.

I practically melt into a puddle when he says that.

Great.

There I go again, letting myself get carried away by men I shouldn’t want. Men who aren’t good for me.

Yet I can’t help myself when he looks at me the way he does. So … full of lust.

Or maybe that’s just my own reflection I’m seeing.

He unties the rope that keeps me in place, and I rub my wrists. I swallow away the lump in my throat as he smiles and grabs my hand. “I wanna show you something … Come.”

I almost moan when he says that word but manage to keep my mouth tightly locked.

“Where are we going?” I ask as he pulls me out of the hut.

“You’ll see soon. It’s a surprise.” He grabs a torch and lights it, then pulls me along.

Surprise? I never liked those. They always ended in either a party where everyone got drunk and trashed the house they were partying in, or with me in an emotional wreck after a heartbreak.

Yeah, I’ve had some bad experiences with past boyfriends. We’ve all had them.

“How far is it?” I ask as we go deeper into the jungle.

I don’t like it. The last time I went this deep, I was searching for the helicopter. And we both know how that ended.

“Not too far,” he says. “Follow me.”

He doesn’t let go of my hand for a second. Warmth flows through my body. With our fingers locked, my attention span has been reduced to one percent—which is solely focused on physical contact and how much I would love for those hands to touch my body.

Jesus Christ, Jules, get a hold of yourself.

We trod through the jungle until we get to a thick tree, at which point Lock abruptly stops and spins around.

“Close your eyes,” he says.

I frown, but then do as he asks.

He grabs both my hands and guides me through the jungle, and I carefully take steps forward, hoping I don’t tumble. He’s so gentle with me that it bewilders me. Why is he going through all this trouble just to show me something?

“Okay … open,” he says softly.

And when I do, I’m stunned.

My jaw drops as I look around and marvel at my surroundings.

From a steep cliff, a waterfall cascades down into the small lake below. Colorful trees and flowers surround the entire area, serving as a canopy to shelter from the scorching sun during the day. Birds and insects chirp all around us. A small ledge leads up to the waterfall, a natural diving board, and there’s something behind it in the corner.

“What do you think?” he asks, cocking his head as he watches my reaction.

“It’s beautiful,” I reply, still not sure how to respond.

The grin that appears on his face is nothing short of perfect.

“Come,” he says, grasping my hands and pulling me along up to the ledge.

Right at the top, there’s a small wooden cabin underneath part of the waterfall. Water pours in through a tiny hole, draining along the sides of the rock.

It’s … a handmade shower.

Flabbergasted, I stare at him and say, “You made this?”

He nods. “I’ve been working on it for a while now … for you.”

“Oh …” A blush spreads on my face, which I try to hide by rubbing my cheeks. “I don’t know what to say … but thank you.”

“You like it?”

He’s asking if I like it? I almost want to cry. He went through all that trouble just to make a shower for me?

“I didn’t want you to feel bad … being here,” he adds, swallowing.

In an instant, I wrap my arms around his body and hug him tight. I’m not thinking, and I don’t want it to stop. I love this. It’s a small comfort, but it’s more than I thought I’d ever have. And he made it for me.

“Thank you …” I mumble as I quickly pull away again, my entire face as red as a strawberry.

He nods again and points at the shower. “Go on then.”

“What? Now?” I say, looking down at myself. I’m still dressed. “I don’t want my clothes to get wet.”

He shrugs. “Then take them off.”

My lips part, but I have no idea how to respond.

All I can do is stare in amazement.

Did he actually just tell me to take off my clothes?

“What?” I repeat, for clarification.

“Take ’em off.”

He’s serious. He’s dead serious, and that stern stare almost makes me want to do it.

But no, my morals have to get in the way again.

“No,” I say, folding my arms. “I’m not going nude …”

He frowns and shrugs again. “Suit yourself.”

He seems genuinely disappointed as he turns back around again. As if he’s upset that I won’t try his makeshift shower even though I want to. I just can’t … not when he’s watching.

“I’ll do it,” I say.

He stops in his tracks and glances over his shoulder, waiting for more.

“But you can’t watch,” I add.

His shoulders rise and fall, and he gives me a quick nod. “I’ll be down there.” He points at the small lake. “If you need me.”

“Yeah …”

Wait, do I need him? No. Maybe.

Fuck. I don’t. I don’t know anything anymore.

I peek at the shower, but my eyes still revert to him. And they stay there … glued … because he’s untying the rope around his waist.

And the banana leaves drop to the ground.

My eyes widen.

Butt naked and in its full glory.

Cheeks squeezed together, thighs muscular and thick.

And an enormous dick dangling between his legs.

I struggle to keep my tongue inside … struggle to even breathe properly.

Until he glances my way.

In shock, I quickly dive behind the wood and grasp my chest. As if that will help me from having a heart attack after being caught staring at a naked man.

And what a man he is … Wow. I still can’t get that image out of my mind, and I don’t even wanna try. All I can do is grin as I start undressing, wishing I wasn’t so easily persuaded to ogle a man because of his dick.

But Jesus Christ … that dick.

* * *

Lock

She looked.

I’m not even guessing. It’s a fact.

I saw her staring at my cock with hunger in her eyes. She’s sneaking glances at every opportunity she has. It’s not an accident or a coincidence. It’s deliberate.

And she’s still trying to hide it.

I grin, shaking my head. Women. They’re such complicated creatures. I don’t think I’ll ever understand them.

One moment, she pushes me away, fighting me, and the next, she’s clambering for attention, trying to get closer.

I wish I could ask her to make up her mind, but it’s not going to be that easy. She probably doesn’t even know what she wants yet, which is why I’ve decided … I’m going to make it easier for her.

Going nude wasn’t to tease her or scare her. This is just how I take baths. I’m not ashamed of my body and she shouldn’t be either. I’m sure her body is as soft and perky as I imagine it to be. Her curves can’t be hidden under clothes.

She’s beautiful, so why hide?

Besides, she has to know I like her very much.

Why else would I go through the trouble of bringing her to this secret spot if not to make her happy? I knew she’d enjoy that shower even though it’s not exactly like the real deal. But it works, so that’s all that matters.

I slowly sink deeper into the lake and drift in the water on my back, basking in the sun. Occasionally, I open one eye only to find her peeking at me over the wood. I don’t mind. I’ll let her look.

She’s going to lick it sooner or later.

And I’m going to fuck that sweet, juicy pussy into the next fucking day.

Just the thought makes my cock burst with excitement, growing rock solid and leaking at the tip.

And her eyes … they glow with need.

It’s a look I recognize all too well.

Fuck … how long has it been? Too long.

I want her so badly, and every goddamn day it’s getting worse. I don’t care if she likes me or hates me. I just want to fuck her and hear her moan while she rides my cock.

Is that too much to ask for? After all, she’s a guest on my island. I take care of her needs, and she takes care of mine, right?

I sigh. I wish it was that easy, but it never is.

* * *

Juliet

As he swims around in the water, I peer out the tiny cabin. Our eyes meet again, and I can’t look away.

“Wanna join me?” he muses, smiling.

“Uh … I’m good,” I reply, my voice fluctuating quite a lot.

A devious grin spreads across his lips. “You sure?”

“Um … yeah.”

Could that sound any more untrue?

He shrugs and continues swimming. “Suit yourself.”

Well, shit.

I guess that wasn’t the answer I was hoping for.

But what am I hoping for?

I don’t even know at this point.

All I know is that I’m fighting the urge to go to him.

Fighting the urge to jump his bones … and slide down that huge cock of his.

Because let’s face it, I’m a horny bitch. But I shouldn’t be. I’m stuck on an island with no way off, and now I’m wasting time in a makeshift shower.

Everything about this is so wrong, yet he’s becoming hard to resist.

“Fine, I’ll come down but give me a sec,” I finally say, which only makes his grin bigger.

Of course, I lose my morals within seconds.

How can I not when he’s floating there in the water completely naked?

However, I can’t go like this. I’m butt naked. I have to cover up.

Before I hop out of the shower, I check to see if he’s looking, and I quickly grasp the leaf right in front of me, tearing it off the branch. I wrap it around my lower body and snatch off another one to cover my breasts.

Something creaks and snaps behind me, and I squeal.

It’s Lock.

And he’s still very much naked.

My eyes snap shut. “Lock!” I scream. “What the hell?”

“What?” he replies, and I can feel his body whoosh air past mine.

Did he just go into the shower area? I take a quick peek.

Shit, his ass looks good.

Shouldn’t have done that.

“You’re … naked!”

He washes under the water. “And?”

“So … so … put something on!”

“When I’m showering?” A rumbling laugh escapes his throat, and it sets all my senses on high alert. Goddammit, why does his laugh have to make me lust after him even more?

My whole face turns red. “Well, I wasn’t ready yet. And you just barged in.”

“I just want to shower. Relax.”

“Right.” I huff. “I’m going for a swim.”

As I march off down the stone ledge, he yells, “You still have some leaves stuck to you!”

This only makes me walk faster.

Not because I want to get away from him … but because I’m scared.

Scared of what’s going to happen if I stay around him and his naked body any longer.

I quickly sink into the water with the leaves still on and let them drift away. My nipples peak from the cold, but it’s a nice change from the humid jungle surrounding us.

I swim around for a while, enjoying the view. In the middle of the lake, I find a spot that’s shallow enough to stand but deep enough to cover my body. There, I close my eyes and enjoy the chirping of the crickets and the whistling of the birds.

Until a hand circles my waist.

Two, in fact, snaking around my belly …

My breath hitches in my throat as I feel his breath just below my ear.

“Is this what you want, Jules?”

His voice sets ablaze a fire inside me that not even the water around me can douse.

His lips press on my shoulder, leaving a gentle kiss filled with intentions … and raw need. Just like his hard-on, twitching against my ass, promising sweet, dirty pleasure.

But it’s not right. He’s keeping me here on this island when I should be fleeing.

I shouldn’t let this happen.

“Is this what you need?” His voice is a mixture of a growl and a moan, and it makes me completely helpless and at his mercy.

I don’t want it to stop.

He plants kisses in a trail along my neck until I suck in a breath and hold it.

Two fingers reach for my chin, forcing me to turn and face him.

And then he smashes his lips onto mine.