Lust at Sea

A Sexy Shipwreck Tale

Blaze L Wood

House of Wood Books

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Prepare to be blown off course with nine sexy shipwreck-themed stories by these dauntless erotica authors. Whether you're stranded on an abandoned mining asteroid with a brazen librarian, seduced by a siren's song while partying with rock stars, parlaying over booty with the restless crew of a sunken schooner, or marooned in the refuge of a mad scientist, you won't be left high and dry. So, come aboard. Tantalizing adventures await!

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Part One: Overboard

The sun beat down, its high heat tempered only by the salty sea air that fluttered across the top deck of the enormous yacht heading towards its tropical destination. Whilst the boat itself was all sleek modern lines, the wooden top deck exuded old-fashioned elegance with deep mahogany boards that were smooth and warm underfoot. There were several recliners made of the same rich mahogany laid out each topped with a thick cushioned cover. A parasol in crisp white fabric provided a pocket of shade, under which Heidi Forrester currently lay. Book in one hand and an umbrella-adorned drink in the other.

Setting down her drink she turned the page of her book eager to see if the two love interests would end up together. The main character was just leaning in to kiss his flame haired companion, her eyes greedily drank in the words…

Fabio reached out and cupped Amber's face, his rough manly hands catching against her smooth porcelain skin. His thumb traced her bottom lip causing her to whimper with desire. Pulling her against him she could feel his throbbing manhood pushing towards the very centre of her being. Heat flooded her groin as she stood helpless to his every touch, he pulled her dress up over her head and started to wind a trail of hot, wet kisses down her bare skin…

Heidi swallowed hard, heart hammering as she went to read on desperate to feel the touch of a man like Fabio.

“Good god Heidi are you reading porn poolside like some common housewife?”

Her reading was interrupted by the loud self-assured voice of her brother Jacob as he sat down on the lounger closest to her. He was classically good looking with a tall muscular frame that pointed to a man comfortable spending time in a gym. Or at least that’s what her girlfriends told her, to her he would always be an annoying thorn in her side. His hair was the same honey colour as Heidi’s and expensively cut to just above his jawline, his blue eyes flashing as he teased his sister.

“You should be ashamed of yourself Sis, if you must get all hot and heavy can you not just hook up with the deckhand like a normal 1 percenter?”

He leaned over, his shirt riding up to expose hard chiseled abs as he snatched the book from Heidi’s hands. Turning it over in his hands he snorted as he took in the front cover image of a tanned, muscular man with flowing locks wearing nothing but a loin cloth. The title of Savage Love was emblazoned in hot pink lettering across the top. Opening the book he cleared his throat and began to read out loud.

“She looked up at him wide-eyed at the sight of his enormous pulsating manhood, she trembled at the thought of him trying to enter her but found herself reaching for him as though under a spell.”

He threw down the book laughing at Heidi’s blushing face, “I can’t believe you read this trash, it’s so beneath you. Somehow I don’t think that an island savage would make the most considerate lover do you, Heidi?”

“God you’re such a snob, which is funny given the state of the bimbos you normally have hanging off your arm. And the odd common housewife I seem to remember from last summer.”

“I can’t help it if the ladies love me. You’re just bitter because I’m getting action and you’re not little sister.”

“I am NOT bitter about your collection of dirty whores and it would be easier for me to have a boyfriend if you and Dad weren’t so keen on scaring them away. Oh, and this is not porn - it’s romance. Maybe you should look it up!”

With that, Heidi stood up and stomped off as best she could in her cute white flip flops. She stalked her way to the back of the yacht hoping to find some peace so she could get back to Fabio and his throbbing manhood.

Jacob was the bane of her life sometimes, he loved to lord the fact that he was the oldest Forrester over her. It was obvious that as the firstborn and a boy, he was their father's favourite and he often got away with everything. Heidi on the other hand was expected to look beautiful and find herself a wealthy husband, she had only been able to go to college because she’d been accepted to an Ivy League school and her father assumed she would come back having snared some wealthy trust fund boy. She had desperately wanted to major in art but her Dad had said that it wasn’t worthy of a Forresters time to mess around with arts and crafts so she had found herself languishing away in Economics and Business classes instead.

The one good thing about the classes had been meeting Todd, a sweet guy from Boston who had an irresistible smile and an easy charm about him.

They’d gone on a few dates and she had been excited to plan their next one where she had hoped to take things a little further but he’d totally ghosted her. When she finally caught up with him he confessed that Jacob had paid him a little visit and warned him off and so he’d bailed on their next date. Heidi had been furious with her brother when she’d found out but knew deep down that he had only been doing the bidding of her father who had very strong ideas of who his daughter should and shouldn’t be with. Those strong ideas didn’t seem to apply to his son however which had been a constant source of argument ever since Heidi was 17 and found 21 year old Jacob hooking up with her French tutor. In her bed. Her Dad had just laughed and made jokes about him being a chip off the old block.

Heidi had reached the back of the yacht and was now thankfully far enough from the sundeck to not be able to hear Jacob still mocking her wanting to be savaged by a native man. In truth, she liked these romance novels specifically because they were about men who were so different to the ones in her own life. Everything had always been about how it looked to the outside world, her father was obsessed with their image and wouldn’t allow anything to mark their reputation and risk his business. Whilst Jacob was able to run free and bed anyone he pleased, Heidi had to present herself as a demure young woman, sure, she’d had a couple of lovers but they had been anonymous, short-lived and ultimately disappointing encounters. She longed to feel the kind of passion that she read about in her books, even if it was at the hand of some uncultured island native.

That was probably why she agreed to go on this godawful trip with the Forrester men. Dad wanted to sail around the Caribbean to avoid summer in the Hamptons with the current Mrs. Forrester and Jacob, well Jacob was down to be anywhere he might see bikini clad babes. Plus Heidi suspected that he was having some after hours fun with the pretty blonde deckhand. There was a small part of her that thought fantasies must come true for some people and she daydreamed of scenarios where she woke in the night to find the yacht had been invaded by bronzed godlike men in tattered loincloths. Her father and brother would be locked in a cage and she was pillaged by a number of the men. Sometimes she dreamt that they came across a weather-beaten dingy bobbing in the ocean carrying just one passenger, a barely alive man that she would tend back to full health and then they would make wild passionate sex for the rest of their days.

*****

Another lonely day in paradise, but then an angel floated across the sea and captured his heart in an instant…

It had been a typical morning to that point. As usual, he’d been up with the sunrise and after eating had taken a stroll to the far side of the island looking to replenish his supplies for his later meals. He had been climbing one of the taller trees looking for fresh fruit when he first caught sight of the yacht. With a sharp intake of breath, he steadied himself sitting on a wide branch before peering hard at the vessel. He shakes his head with disbelief, it’s been so long since he had seen anyone else near the island.

Brushing a flop of unruly mousey blond hair out of his eyes he peers again to be sure. He can just about make out the outline of a person lying on a sun lounger on the top deck. He suddenly reaches behind him, hands scrambling over his bare shoulder and grabbing at the dirty brown satchel slung over it. He pulls at the strap so that the satchels pouch comes over and is pressed against his bronzed hairy torso.

Careful not to take his eyes off the boat, he reaches into the bag and, after a moment of rooting, feels the familiar cool of steel. He pulls his hand back out producing a pair of binoculars which he peers eagerly through. The boat wildly flings in and out of vision as he tries to steady his focus on the deck. And then he sees her and he had never seen anything more precious in his entire life.

The binoculars trembled in his hands as he struggled to focus on the angelic creature. There was something about the way the sun caught her and radiated around her that grabbed his attention and refused to let go. When he lost sight of her momentarily as the binoculars veered away it was like a panic gripped him. He was quite sure he had never seen anything so beautiful in all his life.

He felt the loose fabric of his shorts constrict around his thighs as her beauty stirred something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Then an idea occurs to him, which he quickly dismisses as stupid and dangerous, if intriguing. It would be safer to climb down and do it from there, his view would be compromised down on the beach, sure, but was it really worth risking breaking his neck for? But the more he thinks about it the tighter his shorts become and the idea of doing it right here and now feels like the only right option.

He very briefly looks away and down at the branch he is sitting on. It’s definitely wide enough and he’s well balanced that he probably could undo the buckle one-handed and get it out. Once out he certainly could make the required repeated hand motions to do it. Whether he can get the right fluidity and fast jerking motions required to fully do her beauty justice is another thing entirely.

His eyes are still glued to her as he reaches down and with practiced ease undoes the buckle and pulls the leather away opening its contents. He needn’t look as he grabs roughly at what he needs, before dumping it out onto his lap. The leather-bound book lands with a soft thud, he reaches back into the bag and with a bit of searching closes his fingers around a chunk of charcoal and pulls it out. Opening the book his hand moves back and forth across the page, leaving crumbled trails of black behind on the paper, a bold curve falls and flattens across the page as his eyes trace back and forth over her own curves. His gaze mimicked his own strokes.

He feels suddenly thirsty as if his mouth is dry, yet a quick swig of his canteen does nothing to satisfy it. A bead of sweat rolls between his eyes and the binoculars but he daren’t look away. Instead, he blinks it away as his hands dance back and forth across her developing body.

As he finishes his sketch he wrinkles his brow. He’s never drawn a person before, other than from some photographs he found washed ashore one particularly blustery hurricane season. Some trunks washed up on shore and in one, though heavily water damaged there was a box of photographs, some collection of fashion shots, they were old and mostly in black and white. Drawing a real live person was another thing entirely. Especially to be graced by the presence of an angel.

He wrinkles his brow as he looks at his sketch. Angrily he flips the page over and binoculars still poised he tries again. He starts this time at the nape of her neck and brushes ever so softly down towards her breasts. He feels a growing restriction in his shorts as he presses with more force creating the curves of her shoulder. He imagines his hands holding them firmly yet tenderly. His shorts tighten uncomfortably and he shakes the image from his mind as he traces past her bikini top, he shades and brushes delicately as he imagines his hands grasping those too.

As he moves down toward her midriff his breathing intensifies. He sketches but this time he imagines the charcoal is his lips tracing softly down towards her belly button. His tongue licks at his dried lips as pretends to kiss lower towards the small triangle of cloth between her legs and her stomach. He presses down firmer once again as he contours the underside of her hips and buttocks. He pauses for a moment, hypnotised by the way the sun glistens across her hip and casts a smaller trace of shadow across the plump flesh of her buttock.

His hand tilts the charcoal and presses hard as he fills the triangle of fabric covering. He pauses as his mind races about what is hiding there. He knows whatever is beneath that tiny piece of material, he would kiss it just as eagerly as any other part of her body, no doubt.

He concentrates next on her legs, his fingers capturing their long elegance in a few nimble strokes. He imagines kissing them from the crease of her hip down to her small feet. He wonders if she would laugh if he ran his fingers over the bottom of her feet, no doubt the sound would be just as heavenly as the rest of her.

Back up to her head, his wrist flicks this way and that as he captures the curls of her long auburn hair and the way it falls over her face like a silken curtain. Adding detail to her face he adds her small button nose and her full lips. He delicately shades them with the black stick, bringing out their fullness so they pop off the page. His mind eye replays what it would be like to push his own lips against hers. His groin strains in his shorts lifting the pad upwards slightly.

He pauses drawing as she stirs from her position as a young muscular man approaches her. Of course, a beauty like her would have a husband. Looking down at his drawing he notes that it is an improvement on his first try but he’s failed to capture her beauty adequately. As she stands and walks away he’s left to reminisce about a beautiful bird he once saw. Remembers he still sketches that bird from memory. Who knows how many years later. He knows he’ll be sketching this angel for the rest of his days.  

*****

Heidi leant on the railing, the warmth of the wood feeling pleasant against her bare arms and gazed down into the deep blue nothingness of the ocean around them. The sunlight moved across the water in a hypnotic dance holding her gaze for what felt like the longest time. A sudden flash of light caught her eye high above the water causing her to lean forward and look towards a small spot of land in the distance. The flash happened again and Heidi thought it must be sunlight reflecting off some kind of glass. A fisherman perhaps? She leant out further still hoping to spot it again. A sudden burst of wind took her by surprise and her book tumbled from her hand. She grabbed for it but her fingers found only air. She stretched out trying so hard to reach the damn book. Stood on tiptoes, suspended in perfection. Then her foot slipped and losing her footing she tumbled over the railing. Sharp pain as wood connects with ribs. Then with her head. Before finally she sinks into deep blue nothingness.

*****

He’s jolted out of his daydream by her shriek piercing through the otherwise tranquil birdsong of the island. As his eyes refocus on the here and now he watches as she falls overboard, disappearing without a trace. And she starts to drown. She starts to drown! Panicked, he throws the book and binoculars back into the bag and slinging it back over his shoulder assesses the best route down from his perch. He leaps off the branch he's on and catches the one below with both hands. It bends and creaks under his weight and as it brings him closer to the ground he lets go and lands sprinting across the hot sand towards the sea.

His bare feet sink into the hot golden sand, draining his energy as his muscular thighs pump his legs bound after bound. As the water's edge fast approaches, he quickly wrestles his satchel off the shoulder, over his head before flinging it behind him. He should probably ditch his shorts but they should dry quickly in the sun and there’s no time to waste, it’s a distance away but he can just spot his angelic woman slipping under the water again. Wading through the breakwater he dove under the waves as soon as they were waist high and began to move towards where he last saw her with strong powerful strokes of his arms.

He broke the surface of the ocean a few hundred meters from the shoreline but couldn’t see anything other than the retreating shape of the yacht. He looked frantically around for a sign, anything to show him the way to save her, suddenly out of the corner of his eye he spotted something bobbing on the waves. Two strokes of his arms and he grabbed a book, If he’d not been running on pure adrenaline he might have rolled his eyes at the long haired, near naked, man grasping a pretty woman to his chest on the front cover. She must be close, he saw her reading a book on the deck, bobbing his head under the water he saw her slipping further down towards the inky depths. Book in one hand he pushed downwards, strong muscular legs propelling him onwards until he was able to hook an arm around her slender waist. Pushing them both to the surface he then rolled onto his back and took them swiftly back to the safety of the beach.

He scooped her up and walked her up away from the waterline, gently placing her onto the sand. Putting an ear to her chest he could hear her heartbeat but was dismayed to find that she wasn’t breathing, forgotten skills rose to the surface and tilting her head gently back he began to give her mouth-to-mouth. Pausing after 5 breaths he willed her silently to take a breath his own heart hammering in his chest. Nothing. He pinched her nose and blew 5 more strong breaths, each one feeling more hopeless than the last.

He rocked back on his heels and stared at her as though he could force her to breathe on her own by sheer stubborn willpower alone. The island felt silent, all he could hear was his own ragged breath and the blood pounding in his ears. He was just about to lean forward to start again when she started to cough up seawater! He quickly turned her onto her side and retreated back to watch from a safe distance, grabbing his satchel as he went. The last thing she needed was to open her eyes and immediately see his scruffy face looming over her.

Satisfied that she was breathing on her own and out of immediate danger he climbed back into the tree he had been perched in earlier, it gave him a clear view of her on the beach. He wanted to see when she woke up.

Part Two: Hide & Seek

Heidi groaned as she brushed her hair out of her eyes, she tried to sit up but everything hurt so she gave in and stayed lying on the floor of the yacht instead. Wait, no, not the yacht, she was on a beach. Mental fog clouded her memory and she couldn’t work out where she was or how she got there, trying not to panic she took some deep breaths in and immediately winced. Something hurt like hell, opening her eyes fully she pushed up onto her elbows and looked down at a deep purple bruise on her ribs. She fell over the railing! It was coming back to her now, she’d been trying to spot where a light was coming from and had fallen overboard. Judging by the throbbing in the back of her skull she must have hit her head as she fell, she tried to picture how she had made it to shore but had nothing but an empty grey space where the memory should have lived.

She slowly made her way to her feet and brushed the sand off checking for any more scrapes and bruises as she went. Satisfied that everything else seemed to be unscathed she looked around for some clue as to how she arrived on the beach. Scanning the horizon she tried to spot the yacht but it was nowhere to be seen, her heart sank as she realised that Jacob would probably tell everyone onboard that she had gone off in a sulk and they wouldn’t even realise she was gone. Feeling hopeless she looked down at her feet as tears threatened to spill from her eyes, despite the sun she was starting to feel cold and she scanned the ground hoping to see something useful.

What she spotted instead was a set of footprints leading away from where she stood. Big man-sized footprints. A fresh wave of panic fluttered in the pit of her stomach and she reluctantly dragged her gaze up from the sand and towards the trees and bushes further back from the shore. She scanned the greenery, her heart racing so hard she thought it would explode from her chest. She couldn’t spot anything except for a few gulls flying overhead and her pulse started to slow down to a more normal rate. As Heidi turned back towards the shoreline her relief was shortlived.

She whirled back around at the sound of leaves rustling just in time to see a huge figure emerge from the bushes. She stumbled back a couple of steps in fright as the thing approached her, obviously her brain was muddled from the bump to her head but it looked almost like Fabio from Savage Love was walking towards her. He (for now it was closer the figure was obviously a man) was tall with hard rippling abs that sparked a heat deep down in Heidi even as she backed away. His hair brushed his impossibly broad shoulders, falling in tousled waves that looked like they had never seen a comb. The sun had kissed parts of it a honeyed blonde but the rest was a rich brown in color. His face was covered by a rough beard that gave him a wild appearance which was doing nothing to quell the rising panic Heidi was feeling. She scanned down and saw a pair of tattered trousers sitting low on his hips, his muscular torso dragged her eyes down towards his crotch and she felt her cheeks starting to flame. As he got closer she became aware of how he was so much larger than her, suddenly the idea of being roughly taken by an island native didn’t seem quite so romantic.

Heidi stumbled as she backed away, tripping over a piece of driftwood she fell into the sand behind her. Ignoring the pain in her ribs she scrambled back to her feet grabbing the debris and waving it feebly in the savage's direction. “Get back! I don’t want to hurt you but I will!”. She jabbed the stick in his direction trying to make it look like she knew what she doing and that her arms weren’t already screaming from the effort of lifting her makeshift weapon.

He took a couple of steps towards her again and opened his mouth as though he was going to speak. “Get back!!!” Heidi screamed jabbing the stick towards him again.

If she had looked a little harder she would have seen that his hazel eyes were kind and flashing with concern for her, Then she would have seen sadness wash into them as she screamed at him again. He sighed and turned around retreating back into the bushes from where he had first appeared.

“And don’t come back!” she screamed to his back. His bronzed, toned back definitely hinted that he would be more than able to carry her away to have his wicked way with her and there would be nothing she would be able to do about it.

*****

He had seen her stir on the beach and debated going to see her. He didn’t want to frighten her but perhaps knowing she wasn’t alone would make her feel better, from the way she was getting unsteadily to her feet she was obviously feeling disorientated. He rubbed a large strong hand across his jaw, he’d not shaved in what felt like forever and worried that his bedraggled appearance might make her more scared than she already was.

As he watched her debating what to do he couldn’t help but admire the way she held herself. Even though she was obviously hurting judging from the impressive bruise beginning to show on her skin, she was still poised and graceful. He could picture her looking just as at ease in an expensive dress at a black tie event as she did stood in nothing more than a bikini.

Now that she was closer he could fully drink in the lines of her body, the way her waist drew in before flaring to full hips. Her legs were toned and looked strong, he imagined that her thighs would be able to grip his waist with little effort. Her breasts were a touch large for her frame but she was obviously at ease with her body and held her shoulders straight presenting her chest for the world to enjoy.

It wasn’t the way she looked that was pulling him in though, that was making him slip down from his perch in the tree once more and move through the undergrowth towards the beach. She exuded an air of calm that called to him like birdsong on an ocean breeze, clear and sweet, showing him the way home.

He stepped out onto the beach and walked slowly towards her, before he had a chance to speak she grabbed a large stick and started shouting at him to get back. To stay away or she’d hurt him. Fighting the urge to laugh at the fact that she thought she would be able to hurt him he took another couple of steps forward, the pull of her stronger than anything he had felt before.

Her next shout was tinged with genuine fear so he reluctantly stepped away from her and back towards the bush cover, when he felt far enough away that she wouldn’t be able to rush him with the stick her turned away from her and slinked back out of sight. He watched silently as she started to pace across the sand, as soon as her back was to him he reached into his satchel and pulled out a blanket. It was thin but large enough that she would be able to wrap it around her, he leaned out and placed it on the sand making noise as he went back into cover to get her attention.

He deftly climbed the tree again and took his perch to keep an eye on her.

*****

Once she was alone again and the adrenaline wore off she realised that she was getting really cold and looked around for something to help, lamenting the fact that she had been wearing just a bikini when she had fallen overboard. There were plenty of scraps of wood dotted around but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to build a fire, “Forrester women aren’t practical Heidi, they are to look beautiful and compliment the Forrester men”, her Dad’s words rang loudly in her head. To be honest, Jacob wouldn’t have been able to start a fire either as he’d always subscribed to the idea of not doing something if you could pay someone to do it for you. Scuffing her toes in the sand she could feel the threat of tears again welling in her eyes, the situation was looking pretty hopeless. A noise behind her caused her to pick her stick up again, “I said go aw….oh” she shouted into empty space. A tiny bit of her was almost disappointed to have not been faced with the muscled savage again, As she went to turn away again a bundle in front of the bushes caught her eye.

She crept cautiously forward half expecting the beast to pounce out of the bushes and grab her. Okay maybe she was hoping a little bit that he might pounce out, those abs had been incredible after all. As she got closer she realised she was alone and picked up the bundle, it was a blanket! She looked around but saw no sign of the man who must have left it for her. She wrapped it around her and wandered back down to the beach. She mustn’t let her guard down though, what if the blanket was just a ploy to get her to fall asleep so that he could drag her away to all the other island savages and make her their concubine. She hated to admit it but she missed Jacob, he might be a pig but he took his brotherly duties very seriously and would have kept her safe.

All her novels had made it seem so romantic when some girl was stranded on her own and some mysterious man seduced her, but now the sun was sinking and she was all alone wearing nothing but a bikini she felt afraid. She resolved that she must stay awake all night in case he came back so she could defend herself. Making sure her stick was close by she found a log to lean against and sat down facing the trees so that she couldn’t be surprised by anyone. Wrapping the blanket tightly around her she leaned back trying to ignore how thirsty and tired she really was.

*****

He opened his eyes and noticed dusk had begun to draw in, he must have dozed off watching her. Now that night was nearing the temperature was beginning to fall and he knew that she would not be warm enough even wrapped up in the blanket as she currently was. He slipped down from the tree and moved on silent feet back towards the beach.

As he moved he collected wood cradling it in strong arms being careful to make as little noise as possible, his eyes kept darting across to where she slept nervous that she might wake before he was done. Once he had enough wood he built a fire with practised ease and set it alight. Once he was satisfied that it wouldn’t burn out he turned his attention to the other needs she would have.

She was bound to be thirsty when she woke up so he quickly went back to his own camp and took some of his supplies back down to the beach and his sleeping beauty. Reaching into a side pocket of his satchel his fingers found his trusty switchblade and pulled it out. Swiftly he prepared some fruit and laid it near where she was sleeping.

It was risky but he wanted to sketch her the way she looked by the light of the fire so pulled out his pad and charcoal and got to work. He just needed to make sure he was gone before she woke up. He couldn’t take seeing the fear on her face again, he wanted to always be the reason she felt safe. The reason she felt at home.

*****

Water was rushing all around her, swirling her round and round. She felt dizzy and desperate for air but she couldn’t find the surface, every time she pushed upwards she ended up falling deeper and deeper into inky darkness. Panic ripped through her as her body screamed for air, her arms and legs flailing. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a shadowy figure gliding through the water towards her, she opened her mouth to scream choking on the incoming rush of salt water. The figure got closer still and reached for her with dark menacing limbs.

Heidi woke up with a start, grabbing her stick and jabbing it at the figure from her dreams gasping for air as though she was still underwater. Whirling around she realised that she was still stuck on the goddamn beach, but at least she wasn’t drowning. She must have been asleep for a while, the sky was now inky black and sprinkled with stars. As the sleep fog lifted from her brain, reality crashed like an unwelcome ex-lover at a wedding. If it was dark that meant she had been missing from the yacht for hours now, why hadn’t anyone come looking for her? It would be just like her useless arse of a brother to not realise his little sister had fallen overboard. He was probably banging the deck hand completely oblivious to her predicament, and if it wasn’t on the FTSE then her father would have no concept of who should and shouldn’t be on the yacht.

She yawned and basked in the glow of a small fire that was in front of her for a second before it dawned on her that she had not built a fire before falling asleep. The island man must have snuck up on her while she was sleeping and built it. Realising that he could have done anything to her whilst she was asleep but hadn’t, helped make Heidi feel just a teeny bit less scared. She was about to sit back down against the log but a small pile of fruit caught her eye just past the fire. Heidi tiptoed towards the pile wrapping the blanket around her despite the heat radiating from the campfire, with the stick tightly gripped in her left hand just in case the savage jumped out on her. Her stomach growled as she saw a platter of fruit laid across a banana leaf, the end of it was weighted down by a coconut that was missing its top. Heidi quickly discarded the stick and grabbing the coconut began to greedily drink the milk inside, the relief of quenching her thirst loosened some of the knots in her stomach and she sighed softly. Being careful to not spill any of the precious liquid Heidi set the coconut down and got to work on the fruit, some of which she didn’t recognise but all were delicious. As her stomach began to fill her nerves quietened down and she was able to fully appreciate the effort that must have gone into finding and preparing the fruit for her.

She reached for the coconut again to wash down a particularly sticky piece of mango and for the first time noticed a rock holding down a piece of folded paper, Wiping her fingers on the blanket first Heidi carefully pulled the paper free and opened it. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, it was an exquisite pencil drawing of a woman. Her eyes traced the lines of her curves that the savage had drawn noticing that some of the lines were smudged as though he had run his fingertips over them again and again. She couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to feel his fingers on her skin, surely someone who could draw something this beautiful couldn’t be a true savage? She ran her eyes over the lines again and again when it dawned on her finally. This was her! Was this how he saw her? Her body looked flawless, seductive almost.

She imagined he would be gentle as his fingers explored the lines of her real body, they would dance lightly across her collarbone before cupping the swell of her breasts. Perhaps he would rub his thumbs over her aching nipples, teasing them until they stood proudly under his touch. Her cheeks flamed from the heat her imagination was creating and wondered briefly if he was watching her right now. She looked down at the drawing again and across to what remained of the fruit he had left for her, these were not the typical actions of a “savage” as her brother Jacob would describe. They were the actions of a gentle soul, of a pure heart and Heidi suddenly felt bad for having yelled at him earlier. Thank god she didn’t actually hit him with her stick, somehow she doubted that he would have defended himself against her, he probably would have just stood there and taken as many blows as she cared to dish out.

There was still a whisper of fear running through her head, it was her brothers' voice (always the loudest critic in her life) saying that savages would only ever want one thing, that they would take it violently and without permission. Could this just be a devious ploy to get her to let her guard down and then take advantage? Heidi tried to shake off the doubts that were snaking their way around her brain by focusing on what she actually knew to be real. One, it would seem that perhaps this savage had been the one to rescue her from the water judging by the footprints next to where she woke up. Two, he had backed off when she shouted at him to go away. Admittedly she had been waving a stick like a madwoman but still, he hadn’t tried to force her to be around him. Three, he’d left her a blanket to keep her warm. Four, he’d built the fire and left her some food and drink. Five, and perhaps most compelling was the exquisite drawing he had left of her. She was a pure romantic at heart and refused to believe in a world where a man who drew like that would have bad intentions.

Trying to keep the residual fear from her voice Heidi called out to him, “Hey thank you for the food, it was delicious.” She was surprised to feel more than a little disappointed when he didn’t immediately respond.

“And thank you for building the fire. I really appreciate it.” Heidi raised her voice a little, her confidence growing. “I’m sorry that I shouted at you earlier.”

There was still no response but she had the eeriest feeling that she was being watched so cleared her throat and carried on. “I think we got off to a bad start, why don’t you come and sit with me?”

A few beats passed and Heidi’s heart began to sink as she realised that if he didn’t come back then she really was all alone. She started to scuff her toes in the sand to distract herself from the hot tears that threatened to spill from her eyes when some rustling from the tree line broke the silence. She looked up and watched as the man stepped out onto the sand, now that she was no longer in fight or flight mode she could truly appreciate the bronzed god that was appearing before her.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to his bare chest, his muscles were defined in a way that spoke of manual labor rather than hours in the gym. His shorts hung low on his narrow hips and ended just above his knees. The fabric strained against strong hefty thighs and Heidi’s mind flashed to an image of being pinned down on the sand and feeling the weight of them nudging her own thighs open.

Feeling her cheeks flame with the erotic thoughts now running rampant through her mind she tore her gaze upwards gulping slightly as she tried not to linger over his crotch. As she reached his face she realised that his beard was no longer frightening and savage-like but instead, it framed a warm and friendly face. As he drew nearer the light of the fire danced in his eyes and she felt her heart begin to quicken.

He stopped just in front of her and she suddenly felt small in his presence, although he could easily overpower her she felt nothing but calm energy radiating from him. Their eyes locked briefly and Heidi again felt her body begin to flame with desire, tucking her hair behind her ear she ducked her gaze and gestured to where she had been sitting.

“Will you sit with me? I’m sorry for screaming at you earlier.” Heidi sat back down on the sand wincing slightly from the pain in her bruised ribs. She gazed up at him and was relieved to see he was starting to crouch down before finally settling next to her, his long legs stretched out revealing his bare tanned feet.

“I don’t know if you heard me before but thank you for the food, I was so hungry before.” When he didn’t respond she plowed on. “I mean just so gentlemanly of you to build the fire as well.” Still, he remained silent and Heidi wondered if he didn’t understand English. Up close he didn’t look like a savage, he certainly didn’t smell like one. Instead, he smelt deliciously musky with a salty tang that made her want to reach her tongue out to lick his chest to see if he tasted as good as he smelt. She was so lost in a mini fantasy that she almost missed it when he spoke up.

“I'm sorry I didn’t catch that.”

He cleared his throat, “I’m a little rusty. Been a while since I spoke to anyone. I said you’re welcome.”

His voice was gravelly to start but as the words came it began to even out and fill with warmth.

“Oh! You’re American!?”

He laughed. “What did you expect - some exotic language like the guy from your book?” He reached into his satchel and pulled out her, still very damp and wrinkled, copy of Savage Love.

“So it WAS you that saved me from the ocean - and my stupid book apparently.” She buried her head in her hands as the embarrassment of him knowing she read smutty novels washed over her. “Thank you.” She lifted her head from her hands and gazed up at him with bright blue eyes, “ Again.”

He shrugged as if to brush off the fact that he had indeed saved her life as being of no more importance than holding open a car door.

They sat in silence both gazing towards the dancing fire for a short while, he seemed very content to just be there and Heidi was so flustered by the proximity of this near-naked man that she couldn’t think of what to say that wouldn’t make her sound like an idiot. Heidi’s gaze flittered upon the folded drawing that she had tucked under the coconut for safety. Pulling it out and unfolding it she smoothed it open across her thighs.

“This is beautiful. Where did you learn to draw like this?”

He looked at her, “It is easy to produce something beautiful when the inspiration is so breathtaking.”

Heidi ducked her gaze once more hoping he didn’t see her deep blush at the compliment. He placed a second drawing onto her lap, this one was of her on the yacht sundeck reading her book. He had captured the way her head was tilted in concentration and the flow of her hair as it fell across her face. The lines of her hips and breasts were smudged as though his fingers had lingered there over and over again. She reached out and softly kissed the smudged lines with her fingertips as though hoping to find the ghost of his touch there.

“I don’t even know your name and yet it feels like you really see me.” Her fingers continued to follow the lines he had drawn of her. “I’m Heidi.” Her eyes lifted and met his gaze.

“Jose.” He saw her eyebrows raise in surprise. “My dad was Spanish and got to choose the name.” He said the last bit with a shrug of the shoulders. The Spanish blood would definitely explain the rich colour of his skin.

“That must have been nice to grow up with, my parents split when I was young and Dad seems to have a steady stream of young bimbos standing in as Mum on rotation.” Running her fingers through the sand she continued, “Mum just upped and left when I was 11 and my brother was 14 and never came back. Are you still close with them now?”

“They died a few years back.”

Heidi’s hand flew to cover her mouth, her eyes widening. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. That must have been heartbreaking.”

“It was, I mean is. I miss them every day but I always hold them here and know they are always with me.” He placed his hand over his heart, Heidi knew it was wrong but she couldn’t help but imagine what his skin would feel like if she placed her hand there instead.

She desperately wanted to ask him what had happened to his parents but didn’t know where to begin, they’d dived straight into the deep talk and she wasn’t used to men being so open. So raw. It was ridiculous that she knew nothing of him except his name and that his parents were dead yet she felt safe with him

“It was an accident.” She looked up as he spoke breaking the silence between them. “No one ever wants to ask but they always want to know. They were on vacation, island hopping near here and there was a terrible storm. Their boat got caught in the worst of it and sank somewhere in the ocean. A life raft was found by a fishing boat but there was no one on board”

He waited for a beat or two before continuing. “No bodies were found so I like to think they are still out there somewhere, sailing together for eternity.” His mouth lifted in a small smile at the thought, “It probably sounds silly but I came here because a small part of me thought they might have gotten stranded on this island. Instead, I found that the longer I stayed the more peace I felt so I just didn’t leave.”

“I feel a bit stupid but when I first saw you I thought you were some kind of island native or something.” Heidi covered her face with her hand, peeking out at him through spread fingers. “It was like something out of one of the books I’ve read, I thought you were a hallucination.”

“Nope, all real I promise. See…” Jose took her hand from her face and placed in on his bare chest. “Flesh and blood just like you, Although I appreciate that having a name like Jose probably didn’t help.”

He laughed as he said his own name as though he realised the complete ridiculousness of what he was saying, the soft deep sound causing goosebumps to appear on Heidi’s arm. She slowly moved her fingers across his chest under the pretence of making sure he truly was real. His skin was smooth and warm under her touch, unable to help herself she ran her thumb over his left nipple eliciting a quiet gasp from him.

Embarrassed she pulled her hand away, “Sorry. Again. Started to think you weren’t real again, must be the bump to the head. Maybe I’m concussed.”

A flash of concern lit up his sapphire eyes for a split second before he cottoned on to the jest in her voice. “You know concussions can be serious, we’ll need to make sure you stay awake as long as possible. Just to be safe of course.” His fingers were drawing small circles on her thighs, causing her breath to quicken.

“Of course. Safety first. And how can I not take the advice of the man who heroically pulled me from a watery death? I’m pretty sleepy though,” she stretched in a comically exaggerated yawn, “how do you propose I stay awake?”

Jose removed his hand from her thigh and started rubbing his jaw, Heidi could still feel the heat of his touch and desperately wanted his hands back on her. “Hmm, how can we keep you awake? I would suggest taking a walk along the shore so you could see some more of this beautiful island but I don’t think you are really dressed for it.” He punctuated this with a shrug of his shoulders.

“You mean this isn’t what everyone is wearing to take beach hikes this season?” Heidi stood up and struck a classic magazine fashion pose, hip jutting out and one long, lean leg extended to the side.

From his vantage point sitting on the sand, Jose roamed his gaze upward taking in the smooth tanned skin of her legs her stance automatically drawing his eye to the small white bikini briefs that covered her womanhood. As he lingered there for a beat or two he felt his cock stirring in his shorts and was grateful that they were loose enough to not draw immediate attention to his arousal. He shifted his gaze upwards now fully appreciating the soft swell of her hips and the curves of her waist. More tanned skin led him to a white bikini top that contained full breasts that were a little large for her frame but looked absolutely perfect to him. The thin material of the top was unable to conceal her erect nipples and he had a sudden urge to take them in his mouth.

“Personally I think this is perfect for the occasion.” Heidi’s honeyed voice broke his increasing sexual reverie and she twirled around to show off the full outfit as though she were on a catwalk and not a deserted beach. He has mere seconds to take in her posterior before she lost her footing and stumbled backwards towards him. He reached up from his seated position and was able to catch her before she hit the sand, resulting in her being cradled by his strong muscular arms and sitting on his lap.

He welcomed the weight of her ass against his groin, his cock swelling further as it sought out the soft womanly warmth that he craved. He cupped her face with his hand using his thumb to hook her hair behind her eye. “Maybe we’ll save that walk for when you’ve got your land legs back shall we?” His voice was barely above a murmur but he was so close to her she felt the bass of it vibrate in her soul.

Heidi couldn’t trust herself to speak, she had no idea what had come over her but all she could think about was reaching under her and releasing his hard cock from his shorts. She knew nothing of this man really but his gaze seared into her soul and she felt like nothing else existed but the two of them in that moment. She shifted her hips backwards, grinding her ass against the bulge in his shorts. He tightened his grip around her and gasped a low guttural sound.

“Sorry, I must be squashing you. I’ll get up.” She made a feeble attempt to push herself off him.

“Don’t you dare!” Jose held her tighter with one arm and used his free hand to pull her face close to him. Their lips were inches apart and he ran his thumb over her bottom lip as he held her gaze, his eyes seeking for a sign that it was ok for him to continue. It was difficult to tell who moved first but their lips locked and they kissed softly at first but as Heidi opened her lips to mirror his movements their tongues danced over each other and it was as though a fire had ignited within them.

He wrapped his hands in her golden hair as they kissed, teased her tongue with his only breaking off to plant small kisses along her collarbone and back up her throat before starting all over again. Everything was moving with aching slowness, it was like neither one of them wanted to be the one to break the almost hypnotic spell they had cast upon themselves.

Heidi broke first and moved from her position on Jose’s lap to straddle him instead. Her legs parted as she sat astride him and he shifted forward so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. Their bare torsos were pressed together, the heat from her skin almost burning him as she pressed tightly against him. He could feel the hardness of her nipples through the thin bikini fabric against his skin. Jose moved his hands to grasp her waist, his fingers fanned out across the small of her back, fingertips brushing across the top of her bikini bottoms. Occasionally he would dip them under the fabric, teasing the bare skin there before moving back to stroking the outside of the briefs.

Heidi broke off from their ongoing kiss, panting heavily. “God, you’re such a fucking tease. Two can play that game you know.”

She leaned back exposing his chest and ran her nails slowly down towards his groin taking time to circle her thumbs around his nipples on the way. Reaching his waistband she pulled at the leather belt, undoing it slowly inch by inch. All the while grinding her bikini-clad pussy against the hardness of him. Now that she had his belt undone she popped open the button and slowly pulled the zipper down, his cock strained towards her, aching to be freed from its cotton prison cell. He moaned as she moved her hands back up to his shoulders.

“Enough teasing, I need you. Right. Fucking. Now.”

He reached into his shorts and pulled his rigid manhood out before pulling her bikini bottoms to one side. His thumb rubbed her sensitive clit as his cock nudged at her tight entrance. He paused and looked deep into her eyes, holding her gaze as he thrust forward. Her pupils widened as he filled her, her eyes almost black with lust and it was like an animal switch flicked inside her. She thrust her hips furiously against him, nails digging into his skin, teeth nipping at his lips as they kissed hungrily as though trying to devour each other. It wasn’t long before Jose felt like his balls were about to explode, he couldn’t have stopped it if he tried and he came in gasps pulling her tightly against him.

They clung to each other for a moment, foreheads pressed together as sweat ran down their skin, breath coming in laboured pants. Heidi moved first, swinging one leg over so she could sit side by side with Jose, as she moved his softening cock slipped from inside her. Embarrassed he tucked himself back into his shorts and took her hand, fingers intertwining with a practised ease as though they had known each other for a lifetime instead of mere hours.

“I’m sorry that was so quick. It’s been a long while since I … you know. And you’re so beautiful, it was just too much.”

“It’s ok.” She saw he was about to protest and cut him off. “Honestly. That was really, really hot. It’s been a while since I … you know … as well.” He smiled at her word choice. “I promise it was perfect.”

He angled his body to look at her, “If that was perfect then you have been seriously neglected in the bedroom.” He cupped her face with his hand and pulled her close for a soft, slow kiss. This was completely different from before, each time their tongues touched it was like a bolt of electricity flowed to her groin.

Heidi moved to straddle him again but was stopped by firm strong hands around her waist. “Not so fast, I want to take my time this time. I need to take my time, I want to enjoy every beautiful inch of you.”

He stood up and grabbed the blanket before laying it out in front of the fire, patting the fabric to ask her to join him. She scooted over and sat, stretching her legs in front of her, the soft firelight dancing shadows across them, lighting a path for his fingers to follow. Heidi dipped her head, hands reaching around her neck she deftly untied her bikini top and pulled it from her body. As she dropped it onto the blanket her arms instinctively crossed over her breasts as though she was embarrassed for him to see her. Which she realised was ridiculous given he’d already been inside her.

He gently took her arms and moved them from her chest, sighing softly at the sight of her full breasts. His thumb sought out a nipple and grazed across its hardness causing the skin around it to pucker in arousal and her mouth to fall open in a silent moan. He ran his fingers from one breast to the other, teasing her with his featherlight touch causing her to arch her back and thrust them towards him. Jose moved closer, his mouth taking the place where his thumb had been, his hot wetness sending a message straight to her clit and making it stand to attention. She felt bereft when he took his mouth off her nipple but wasn’t left wanting for long as he moved his way down her body, lips planting a line of whispered kisses against her skin. As he moved she lay back against the blanket, hands digging in the sand next to them as she fought the urge to touch him back, to hurry him along.

She held her breath as he reached her bikini bottoms, her pussy ached to feel his touch again and she groaned in disappointment when his lips moved to her thighs instead. He parted her thighs and covered the soft sensitive skin there in tiny, barely there kisses. She wriggled under his touch, he could smell her arousal, the heady musky scent making him dizzy. Making him want to thrust his hard cock back into her wetness. “Lift your hips baby” his voice was husky with lust as he pulled at her panties. Heidi gladly pointed her hips toward the starlit sky, bringing her knees briefly together until the bikini panties joined the top and she lay naked before him. His hands had moved to her thighs, his touch mimicking the soft kisses he had planted moments before. As he reached her pussy his fingers brushed lightly against her engorged lips and she gasped as though branded with fire.

Jose could wait no longer and buried his face into her hot pussy, his tongue delving between her wet folds and lapping at her sticky juices. He moved his mouth to her clit, sucking it between his lips and making her body hum with pleasure. She felt him enter her with first one finger, and then another curling them so that with each thrust of his hand she could feel her walls contract with pleasure. It wasn’t long before a wave of pleasure crashed over her, her thighs gripping his head as she bucked through her orgasm. She lay panting on the blanket, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat as Jose moved up her body to kiss her. She could taste herself in his kiss and was turned on all over again, her legs had naturally parted to accommodate his body and she reveled in the feeling of his weight above her. The fabric of his shorts felt rough against her soft skin.

“Hey, how is it fair that I’m naked and you’re not? Shorts off.”

Smiling at her playfulness Jose rolled off her and onto his back, working the shorts over his hips as he went until they too joined Heidi’s discarded bikini. He went to move back over her but she held him in place with a hand to the chest.

“I want to look at you first. Take it slow right?”

She took in his tanned, muscular torso again admiring the muscles that rippled beneath the surface as she ran her fingers down them until they found a trail of hair that led from his naval to his groin. Smiling as her fingers walked down it, “You have a treasure trail.”

He laughed, “A what?”.

“It’s dumb but I call lines of hair like this a treasure trail, because, you know, they lead to the treasure I seek.” She was blushing but as she said the word treasure her fingers closed around the shaft of his achingly hard cock and squeezed. The tip glistened with a drop of precum that was just too tempting. Heidi felt almost compelled to lean forward and lick it off, when the tip of her tongue touched him Jose let out a low, deep groan and she felt his cock twitch under her fingers.

Encouraged by his reaction she slowly swirled her tongue around his head before enveloping it in her hot, wet mouth. More groans from Jose as she ran her lips downwards taking in as much of his sizable length as she could until all she could feel was him. She held herself there for a few beats, tongue massaging the underside of his shaft while her hands squeezed his aching balls. She began to pull her mouth upwards locking eyes with him as she did, his hands running through her golden locks. When she reached the head of his cock she hummed a little, the vibrations of her lips sending currents of pleasure down his engorged member and deep into his groin.

“Ah if, fuck, if you don’t stop that, ngh, I’m going to cum.” His words came in ragged gasps and Heidi could feel him tensing under her touch.

“And that would be bad?” Heidi lifted her lips off him to talk but replaced them with her thumb which rubbed softly over his velvety head drawing more moans from him.

“Not bad no, but I want to cum in you. Please.” He took her hand and slowed her movements on him, pulling her face up towards his so that he could kiss her softly.

“Please?”

He breathed his question into her mouth, it felt to Heidi as though he was speaking into her very soul. He’d breathed life into her once already but now she felt as though he was truly bringing her back to life. She released him from her grip and lay back down on the blanket, her eyes inviting him in to lay with her.

Jose greedily drank in the view of this beautiful woman lying naked before him as though he was a man dying of thirst. His eyes raced around her body taking in each perfect line, committing every curve to memory. He parted her legs, sliding between them as though he was always meant to have a home there. Heidi could feel the tip of his cock nudging at her entrance as he settled his weight above her and she instinctively rocked her hips upwards desperate to feel him inside her. Jose pulled back just a little, his eyes dancing with amusement as her own flashed with frustration as he evaded the pull of her pussy.

“So impatient, we’ll need to work on that.” He smiled before closing his mouth on hers, as her lips parted and he darted his tongue forward to dance with hers he thrust forward filling her with his cock. He slowly pulled back until only his tip remained inside her before slowly pushing back in, he hadn’t noticed before but they fit together as though made only for each other. As he started to rock his hips back and forth he realised the noise that normally rang through his mind was silent and all he could feel was her. All thoughts of his past grief seeped from his core and were replaced with nothing but the warmth of her skin against his, the feel of her pussy gripping his cock, the taste of her on his lips.

Jose started to pick up speed with his thrusts, Heidi wrapped her legs around him and dug her hands into his back trying to pull him as close as she could clinging to him as though her life depending on it. He felt the walls of her pussy start to contract and thrust harder and faster until she came in a cacophony of breathy pants and moans. When she collapsed under him he pulled out of her, cock still rock hard and slick with her juices, and flipped her over to her front so that she was on all fours with her ass pointing to the stars above. Before she could speak he lined his cock up with her puffy pussy and slammed into her, one hand holding onto her waist whilst the other slid down to play with her swollen clit.

“Fuuuuucccck. What, Happened. To. Taking. It. Slow.” Each word was punctuated by the feeling of Jose filling her with his member as he thrust in an out.

“We did slow, I wanted to show you everything you’ve been missing in the bedroom. This way I get to play with all of you as I cum.”

His fingers continued strumming on her clit, rolling it like a marble in oil as she started to buck back against him. He bought his hand up to her mouth and she sucked hungrily on his fingers, cleaning them of her sticky juices. The feeling of her tongue on his fingers as her pussy gripped his cock was too much and Jose was finally pushed back over the edge. He came in hard spurts deep inside her, his hand around her waist pulling her in so her back was flush against him. As his hips slowed his fingers picked up pace and Heidi quickly followed him with another orgasm of her own.

They finally disentangled from each other and collapsed onto the blanket, Jose rolled onto his back so that Heidi could snuggle onto his chest. They lay in silence for a while, the night air only punctuated by the soft sounds of their breathing as it returned to normal. Jose noticed that goosebumps had appeared under his fingertips as he stroked Heidi’s back.

“My gosh, you must be freezing.” He carefully moved from under her and reached for his satchel, opening it he pulled out a large, slightly tattered, shirt and handed it to her. “Pop this on, I’ll go grab another blanket from my camp and some more firewood.”

Heidi gratefully popped the shirt on, it fell to just under her bum and given how sandy her bikini was she was glad to not have to put it back on just yet. She admired the view as Jose stepped into his shorts apparently oblivious to any sand against his bare skin, she felt like she should pinch herself to make sure this man was not a dream because he looked pretty damn perfect from where she was sat.

“You won’t be too long will you?” She hated to sound needy but felt bereft at the idea of him leaving her.

“Don’t worry my sweet girl, I’ll be barely any time at all.” He blew her a kiss as he left and was quickly swallowed up by the darkness of the treeline.

Alone with her thoughts Heidi suddenly realised just how tired she was, fucking exhausted would probably be more accurate. Her body ached satisfyingly, well if she ignored the throbbing in her side from where she’d hit the railings that was, and she couldn’t remember a time when she had felt this saited. Yawning she sat up against the log behind her and faced the dwindling campfire determined to stay awake until Jose came back.

Part Three: Lust Lost?

It wasn’t long before Heidi nodded off, the warmth of the fire and the exhaustion from her tryst with Jose proving too much for her to fight back against. The sounds of the beach filtered through to her dream and she was instantly back in the moment of Jose pushing into her. She moaned in her sleep as her body remembered the rush of pleasure it had recently been overcome with. She was gazing into his deep brown eyes as he rocked inside her, pleasure began to zip around her body building like a wave inside her. And then she heard her brother's voice.

“Heidi! Is that you? Thank god.” Dream Heidi shook her head, desperate to cling to the feeling of Jose inside her.

“Heidi, wake up. Come on, wake up Heidi.” Firm hands grabbed her shoulder and the vision of Jose was cruelly snatched away.

Opening her eyes she was taken aback to find Jacob’s face inches from her own as he shook her shoulders again to rouse her. This must still be a dream she thought, a warped dream that her therapist would have a field day with. She wearily closed her eyes but her brother was still there when she opened them again.

“Jacob, is that really you? How are you here?”

“When you didn’t appear for dinner I thought you must have been really pissed at me so I went to your cabin but you weren’t there. I figured you must be in your sulking spot at the back of the boat but all I found was one of your white flip flops. I got the captain to turn the boat around and I thought we’d never find you. But then,” he was smiling by this point, expensive white teeth gleaming in the firelight, “I spotted this campfire and so we took the small boat and headed for shore and found you here.”

“We?” Heidi’s heart soared a little, her father must have come along to look for her too. Perhaps she was good enough for the Forrester name after all.

Jacob tipped his chin towards the shoreline and Heidi saw a couple of the crewmen waiting by the small boat they had brought to shore, Heidi was disappointed to not see her Father but not surprised. He probably hadn’t even registered she’d gone.

Jacob stood back up and gestured for Heidi to take his hand, as he pulled her to her feet she became painfully aware that she was pretty much naked apart from the flimsy white shirt that Jose had given her. As she tugged the bottom of the shirt down to protect her modesty Jacob's eyes darted around the makeshift camp and she saw his eyes widen as he noticed her discarded bikini and the disrupted sand where she and Jose had rolled around when locked together in their lovers dance. She was suddenly all too aware of the dried cum on her thighs where their mixed juices had dribbled down her legs.

Looking down she saw that bruises were starting to appear from where she had fallen over the railing, although the smaller fingertip-shaped ones high on her thighs were more likely to be from Jose gripping her when she rode his hard cock the first time.

“Fuck Heidi what happened to you?”

Genuine concern seemed to fill Jacob’s face and it was not something that Heidi was used to seeing. She was embarrassed to say out loud that she had met some strange man on a strange beach and had ended up falling for him. After she had screwed him seven ways since Sunday. Heat flushed her face as she tried to think of the words to use to make it sound less scandalous than it did in her head. She’d always laid into him for the way he hooked up with women so quickly and here she was screwing someone she’d known less than 8 hours. How was she supposed to explain that when she touched Jose it was as if a missing part of her soul was slotting into place? As she opened her mouth to speak Jose emerged from the trees and her heart skipped a beat, a smile spreading across her face.

“And who the fuck are you?!” Jacob roared at the emerging man. “Are you responsible for getting my sister into this state??”

Heidi saw Jose through her brothers eyes, taking in the unkept hair and bronzed lean muscles of his body. She suddenly saw a large, strange man which added to her own bedraggled state could only leave Jacob to come to one conclusion. Before she could open her mouth to protest or explain her brother ran at Jose roaring as he went. He flew at his midriff and pushed Jose off his feet, landing on top of him on the sand where he quickly landed a punch to his jaw momentarily stunning him. Standing up Jacob removed a small gun he had tucked into the waistband of his chinos and pointed it towards Jose.

“Don’t worry little sister I’ll save you from this savage. This brute won’t be able to hurt you again.”

“Jacob no!” Heidi screamed at the sight of the gun, her father had taken Jacob out hunting for many years so she knew he was an excellent shot. He turned his head to look at her at the sound of her voice.

“Keep her safe,” Jacob shouted across to the deckhands stood by the small boat on the shore. They needed no further instruction and quickly flanked Heidi on either side and tried to steer her towards the water.

The distraction was all Jose needed and he swept Jacobs legs from under him and scrambling to his feet disappeared back into the trees.

“Fuck.” Jacob clambered to his feet and set off after him.

“Jacob. Jacob. Come back. Please. Jacob.” Each time she shouted his name her voice became a little more strangled, desperation rising with each syllable. She knew her brother had a wicked temper when pushed and he was overly controlling, no, protective of her. He was also quick to rush to conclusions so she knew Jose was not safe alone with him. She tried desperately to follow them but the deckhands held her fast, their grips combined with her exhaustion just to much to push against.

“Let me go. Please. I need to stop my brother from making a horrible mistake.” She struggled weakly to pull away before sinking to her knees, sobbing. “Jacob don’t hurt him. I love him.” She whispered to the breeze.

*****

Jacob crashed through the undergrowth as best he could determined to catch the beast that had defiled his little sister. He could just see the bare skin of him moving through the bushes ahead and pushed to move faster, his strong legs propelling him forward with little effort.

“You can’t run forever you know. Come back and face what you’ve done.”

He’d lost sight of him but pushed forward regardless until he found himself in a small clearing. Stopping, he bent at the waist to get his breath back gulping in big breaths of sticky night air. Away from the shoreline the humidity had shot up and his shirt stuck to his back highlighting the lines of his physique. A snapping sound caught his attention and he stood up, whirling around in a circle to find the source of the noise and came face to face with the savage walking out of the shrubbery.

He raised his arm to shoulder height and pointed the gun at the figure who raised their own arms in a defensive gesture.

The men stared at each other for a long moment before the gun went off.

*****

The shot cracked like thunder, so clear and loud in the night air that it was as if all other noise had ceased to exist. And then Heidi screamed and the sounds came rushing back into reality. Before the scream had even finished escaping from her mouth she was on her feet and running for the trees oblivious to the flash of her naked backside she was giving to the deckhands as she went. All thoughts of exhaustion and pain disappeared and were replaced with the sheer panic that her brother had shot Jose. They might have only just met but it was like their souls had intertwined and she never wanted to let him go, she had no idea what her life would look like with him in it but knew that he had to be in it.

“Jose!” She scrambled through the undergrowth as she yelled his name, “Jacob! Where are you?”. No answer so she kept moving straight ahead hoping that she would find them before it was too late.

Where were they? They couldn’t have gone too far surely?

She thought she could hear a man's voice coming from somewhere nearby and veered to her left eventually emerging into a clearing. Her knees buckled at the sight of Jacob pointing a gun at a kneeling Jose. Her eyes frantically searched for blood but could find none, the relief that washed over her was short lived however as she watched her brother cock the gun and take aim.

“Stop! Jacob, Jacob listen to me. You need to stop. Please.” Heidi rushed forward and stood in front of Jose, shielding him from Jacob.

“For christ sake Heidi this isn’t one of your romance stories, get out of the way.” His voice was deep and menacing, she knew he was only a breath away from making a terrible move with that gun.

“Jacob please. Don’t do this I’m begging you.”

“Tell me why I shouldn’t shoot him right now. Look at the state of you, he’s obviously forced himself on you and made you look like a whore. I gave him a chance with a warning shot to disappear but he didn’t move. Obviously some stupid island native. Now move Heidi, let me take care of this before we head back to the boat.”

She turned and gazed down at Jose, his eyes locked on her and for a moment peace returned to her heart. “Why didn’t you run when you had the chance?”

“I couldn’t leave, I love you. I know it sounds crazy but I think we are destined to be together.”

“He’s American??” Jacob lowered the gun momentarily, his voice losing some of the menace from before.

Heidi chuckled softly as her brother's words echoed her own from when she’d first heard Jose speak.

Her pulse raced as the words I love you echoed in her ears.

“Jose this is my brother Jacob. Jacob this is Jose, he saved me when I fell overboard this afternoon.” God, had it really only been this afternoon that she was on the boat in the sunshine? It seemed like a lifetime ago.

“You saved her?” Jose peered around Heidi and shrugged as though it were no big deal that he had dashed into the ocean without a thought for his own safety.

“That’s no excuse for defiling her the way you obviously have.” He raised his gun arm again. “Noone treats a Forrester like that and gets away with it.”

Heidi took a step forward, and then another until the gun was almost flush against her chest. “If you want to shoot him you’ll have to shoot me too brother. I love him. He has not defiled me because I’m not some stupid 19th century virgin.” Her eyes blazed as though they held the remnants of the campfire on the beach as she stared her brother down.

“Tosh. Look at you, practically naked and covered in cum like some common slut. Come away from him now and back to the boat. If you’re lucky I won’t tell Father about this, he’d be very disappointed in you.”

That mention of their father made her see red, “Like that bastard cares about me. Bet he doesn’t even know I fell overboard does he?

Jacobs silence is confirmation enough for Heidi that her father didn’t know, he just didn’t notice her enough to see if she was there or not. Sighing she reached out and pushed Jacobs arm down.

“Either we’re both welcome back on the boat or I am staying here. I’d rather live on this tiny deserted island than spend a day without the man I love.”

“Manhattan.”

The Forrester siblings both turn at the sound of Joses voice.

“What did you say?” Jacobs haughty tone still contains a layer of menace to it but he no longer sounds like he wants to end him.

Standing up from his kneeling position Jose slips an arm around Heidi and pulls her into him. “I said Manhattan. That’s where I live.” He tilts her head up so he can lose himself in those baby blues of hers. “It’s adorable that you think I live here but I told you I came after Mom and Dad went missing and just stayed for a while. I’m lucky that I have a good team that run my business for me so I can take time out whenever I want.”

“Manhattan?” Heidi can think of nothing but to blankly repeat the word back to him.

“Well Lower East Side if we’re being precise. Honestly, you’ll love it, we’ll be so close to the park. It’s like a green oasis, I go most days when I’m home just to clear my head. Mom and Dad loved it there too.”

Jacob looked him up and down taking in the tattered shorts and bare feet, “There is no way you can afford the Lower East Side.”

Jose held up a finger, “One sec, I’ve got something that might help.” and released his hold on Heidi just long enough to bend down and retrieve his satchel. Digging into a side pocket he pulled out a passport and handed it over to Jacob.

“Jose Francis Wolf.” He squinted at him. “Wait are you that Jose Wolf? Heir to the Wolf Hotel Group?”

“Well, no longer heir just plain old owner these days.” He said sadly.

The realisation of who this “savage” really was changed the whole demeanour of Jacob in an instant and all the tension just seemed to drain from his body. Heidi rolled her eyes, she had seen this charm offensive version of her brother many times and it was embarrassing to see how easily turned he was by money.

“Father will be thrilled to meet you. Come on let’s go back to the boat and get you both cleaned up shall we?”

Heidi’s heart sank at how enthusiastic Jacob was now that he knew Jose came from money, had she been tricked into falling for someone just like her brother and father? Was her life going to forever be trips to the country club where the men smoked cigars in the card room and the ladies had affairs with their tennis instructors? She looked down as Jose slipped his hand into hers, their fingers interlacing in a age old movement.

“If it’s okay with Heidi I’d like us to stay here, I can have us picked up in a few days and will get us both back to New York safely. I know some people who can help us out with Heidi’s passport and everything. What do you say.” He gazed down and softly stroked his thumb across her hand.

She looked between the two men, the deep ingrained need to please her family compelled her to follow Jacob but she felt a new strength rise against it with each stroke of Jose’s thumb. She cupped his face with her free hand and kissed him softly on the mouth.

“That sounds perfect.”

“But what will I tell Father? I can hardly tell him you’ve run off with some stranger on an island can I?”

“Tell him I left to meet some friends in the morning before he got up and I’ll see him when he gets back home. As long as his son and heir is with him he’ll be ok.” She saw Jacob about the protest and cut him off, “It’s ok honestly. I’ve never really known what my place was in our family, in the world. But now I feel like I have found the place where I am meant to be.”

Jacob laughed, “Well it’s about bloody time you stood up and did something for you. I’ll smooth things over with the old man.” He looked sheepishly at Jose, “Sorry about you know, pointing the gun at you and everything. It’s just I saw red when I thought you had hurt Heidi. But I see the way you look at her, how she looks at you and I know she is safe with you.”

As he walks off Jacob turns back and smiles, “But don’t forget I have the gun so you best not break her heart.”

Alone again Jose looked down at Heidi and murmured, “I bet you’re feeling sleepy after all the excitement, what do you say? Shall we head to bed?”

“Oh I don’t know, I might still have this concussion after all. I think you should try and keep me awake a little longer.”

With a glint in her eye, she pulled him close for a deep slow kiss.

Which sexy shipwreck is next?

Next in series:  The Island by Christian Pan

Ivy is BACK...in her wildest adventure yet!

The last time we saw Ivy in Christian Pan´s EAGLE EYE, the New Jersey MILF was in the middle of a journey of sexual transformation. Unwilling to compromise or hold back any longer, she had begun fulfilling her own needs and desires, with men, women, and more.

Now, Ivy is about to embark on a new journey--only this one contains far more mystery and intrigue than she´s ever experienced before.

Her summer cruise in the Caribbean is disrupted by a freak storm, causing her boat to perish and Ivy to become shipwrecked on a mysterious island. Here, every sexual fantasy is not only permitted, but encouraged, and all for the pleasure of Ariel, the island´s elusive matriarch. But as Ivy gets deeper into the local customs, she discovers that this island is not all that it seems, and wonders if her shipwreck was even an accident at all--and, if she´ll ever get to return home.

THE ISLAND is the latest erotic novelette by Christian Pan. A work of fiction intended for adults, this book contains explicit depictions of sex between women and men, men and men, women and women, and more.

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