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For you, my love.
I’ll be back with more breakfast soon.
- C
I grin as I rip open the mango and devour it in a sticky mess. This beats my chocolate Pop Tarts that I’d be eating if I was waking up at home.
The mornings on this island are as gorgeous as the nights. The little colorful birds are flying around the trees, singing their exotic songs to me as the waves crash into the rocks down below.
I love the peaceful serenity of it. It definitely beats the sound of my neighbor blasting BTS at the highest level that her cheap scratchy speakers will go.
I close my eyes and listen to the peaceful nature sounds as the warm sun beats down on me, the cool breeze keeping me at the perfect temperature. This is paradise.
This is incredible.
Shuffling of leaves grabs my attention and I open my eyes to see what made the sound. There’s a mommy monkey with an adorable baby clinging to her belly as she walks along a branch. They’re both looking at me, probably confused at what the heck I am.
“Good morning,” I say in a friendly voice. “Want some breakfast?”
I toss them a few berries and it lands at the base of the tree. She changes directions and climbs down, keeping a watchful eye on me the entire time.
I smile as I watch her grab the berries and sit down. She gives one to her baby and eats one for herself.
The three of us share a little moment and then she’s back off to wherever she was going to, the baby still clinging onto her stomach like it never wants to let go.
It’s so cute. I want one.
A baby, not a monkey.
I feel the longing in my core and inhale deeply as she disappears into the jungle, hoping she comes and visits me again.
It’s not long before Carson returns, clutching a few eggs, some fruit, and another dead fish at the end of his spear. Unfortunately, no coffee, but I’m not about to complain.
“Hungry for breakfast?” he asks with a big smile, his blue eyes looking so damn bright with his tanned skin.
He’s looking as hot as ever this morning in his loincloth that I’m really starting to like. I’m loving the Tarzan look. I can be his Jane if he’s interested.
I can be his anything.
He gets to work on the breakfast, making a fire and then cracking the eggs on a flat rock that I guess he uses as a frying pan.
I never take my eyes off his wide back and his muscular thighs as he works.
Maybe one day I’ll wake up with a real cock on my lips.
Carson’s big cock…
Mmmmmm.
I don’t think I’d be throwing him out of the hammock like I did Jeffrey. I might just open wide and take it all in.
Now that would be a nice way to wake up…
That would be the real paradise.
CHAPTER SIX
Bridget
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“How are you doing that?” I ask in amazement as I watch a barefoot Carson walk over a stretch of rocks as if he’s wearing shoes. The pointy rocks don’t seem to be bothering him at all, meanwhile, the bottom of my feet are so sore they’re making tears squeak out of the corner of my eyes with every step.
“Doing what?” he asks, genuinely confused.
I take my time dragging my eyes down his muscular frame to his feet. “Aren’t your feet killing you? Those rocks look so painful.”
“Oh,” he says with a chuckle. “I don’t even notice that anymore. After eight years, the soles of your feet get pretty tough out here. Are your feet hurting?”
“They’re killing,” I whine as I sit down on a large rock and start rubbing the bottom of my left one.
Over breakfast, Carson was telling me how you can see all of the island and the ocean all around it if you climb to the top of the mountain in the middle. He said the hike is beautiful and the three hundred and sixty-degree view at the top is absolutely stunning.
I was so gung ho. It’s been so long since I’ve been on a nice hike and I was excited to spend some time with Carson, so I begged him to take me. It didn’t take long for him to agree. He seems to want to do anything to make me happy.
But I’m not happy now. We’re two-thirds of the way up and I feel like my feet are going to fall off. My feet are soft and weak. I can’t wait to have hobbit feet like this guy and then I’ll be able to go wherever I like on the island without any pain. I wonder how long that’s going to take…
“I got you,” he says as he comes over.
I’m expecting him to whip up a pair of fancy sandals with some leaves or a pair of boots with that bush over there, but he takes care of me old-fashioned style and just scoops me up in his big arms.