Desert Island - Page 25

Our orgasms lash through us, drowning us in bliss as the water tumbles down endlessly.

It’s been two months today that I’ve been on this island. Two months of having daily sex marathons all over it—on the beach, in the ocean, in our camp, on top of the mountain, on the path up the mountain, in the lagoon, and my favorite, behind this waterfall. I swear if we’re on this island for another twenty years, we’ll have had sex on every single inch of it.

It’s been amazing, Carson has been amazing, but if I’m being totally honest, I’m kind of missing civilization now. I want to go home and introduce Carson to my family, I want to go out to restaurants with him, and show him the Marvel movies. I want to dance with him to real music and curl up to him in a big comfy bed. I want the freedom of this island, but I also want the perks of civilization.

Carson doesn’t seem to mind either way. He says he’s happy to be by my side wherever that may be.

“Oh fuck,” Carson groans as he pulls his cock out and sits on the rock beside me. “That was an intense one.”

I smile as I turn around and sit beside him. “They’re all intense ones for me,” I say with a laugh.

He kisses my forehead when I rest my cheek on his shoulder, catching my breath.

“Are you okay?” he asks in his worried voice.

“I’m fine,” I say sadly.

“Homesick?”

“Yeah.”

“It will take some time,” he says. “Probably about two years or so before you stop thinking of home.”

But that’s the thing… I don’t want to stop thinking about home. I don’t want to forget about it. I don’t want to be stranded here forever. I want to be out in the world with him. It was fun having a break from civilization, but with all of its faults, I’m ready to go back into it.

I miss it.

“Ready for a swim?” he asks after a while.

I take a deep breath and sit up. “Let’s do it!”

I lunge forward and dive through the waterfall, laughing as I plunge down into the crystal clear turquoise water of the lagoon.

I close my eyes, letting the cool water wash over me, as I swim to the middle of the lagoon and emerge from the water.

There’s no point getting down over circumstances that I can’t change. I’ll just have to make the best of my situation and be grateful that I have an amazing man like Carson to share it with.

He pops up in front of me, hair slicked back with a sexy grin on his face.

I guess it’s not soooo bad here, I think with a laugh. This island definitely has its perks.

“Want to go on the shore and finish what we started?” he asks with a hungry look in his blue eyes.

“I thought we were finished,” I say with a laugh.

He grins as he shakes his head. “Not even close.”

“Well, I guess I have some time on my sched—“

The roar of a plane engine approaching jerks our attention up to the sky. What the?

It flies straight at us. We both scream and wave our hands, desperate to get its attention. It’s flying low enough to see us too!

“No!” Carson hollers as it soars over our heads and keeps going.

“It’s okay!” I say, my chest filling with hope and excitement. “They dipped their wing! That means they saw us!”

There’s something very familiar about the tail number of that plane. It’s eating at me as we swim to the shore as fast as we can.

Then it hits.

“I know that plane!” I tell Carson as my pulse races. “It’s my friend Emiko’s plane!”

By the time we get to the ocean, Emiko has already landed on the hard-packed sand on the beach.

I rush over with elation filling every cell of my body as she steps out of the cockpit.

“Bridget!” she screams as she runs toward me with her arms out.

I run toward her with mine out as well and we crash into each other so hard that we fall to the sand, laughing and crying and so damn relieved.

“How did you find me?” I ask as I stare at her in awe.

“It took weeks, but I found some old Bermuda Triangle maps and I saw this island on it,” she says with her voice racing. “And then I got an old book that had some tricks to outfit your plane so that the magnetic vibrations won’t affect it, like I wrapped the inside of the airspeed indicator with tin foil and—holy hell, who the fuck is that?!?”

I guess she spotted my new boyfriend.

I grin as I look back at Carson walking over. He’s as hot as ever.

“Is he wearing a loincloth?” she asks as she takes off her sunglasses to get a better look. “I love loincloths.”

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