Chapter 12 #2
“THERE WAS A LOT OF good stuff we can use on that boat,” Ace murmurs, swimming past me as we soak in the cool water.
“Oh?” I say, trying to not stare at the way his back muscles flex and pull as he swims.
Fuck.
I face the other way, ducking my head under the water to snap myself out of this obsession. When I surface, Ace is right there and his arm goes around my waist, pulling me close to him. I bite my tongue, so I don’t open my mouth and say something stupid like ‘take me here, right now.’.
God, I need to get it together.
“Just because we’re in water, doesn’t mean I can’t get pregnant,” I whisper, as his hand cups my bottom and I have no choice but to put my legs around him. “I’m not sure if you did sex-ed at school, but sperm can swim...”
He grins.
I am done for. Every time this man looks at me, it feels like the world stops spinning.
“I don’t have to fuck you to watch you moan my name.”
His voice, low and husky, rumbles against my cheek as his lips trail down my neck.
“Kellen will be here any minute,” I try to protest.
“Then I better make it quick.”
His hard body is pressed against mine, every inch of him molded against every inch of me.
I can feel his rigid cock between us, and I roll my hips without thought, just needing to feel myself slide up against it.
He growls, and his eyes come up to lock on mine.
“Be careful, baby. You keep rubbin’ yourself against me like that and I might start thinkin’ that bein’ a father is a great fuckin’ idea. ”
I bite my lip.
He presses closer to me and his hand travels around the front, fingers sliding up to the edge of my panties, then teasing across my inner thigh.
I gasp, face flushed even as the water cools my skin.
Every nerve is awake and electric. “Ace...” I whisper, squeezing around him. He dips his head to nip at my jaw.
“Tell me what you need.”
I stare at him, his body wound up and hungry, full of something wild and impossible to name. “I want your fingers inside me,” I say, and my voice shocks even me, so naked it could split me in half.
He groans, low, and his mouth finds mine. It’s not gentle, but I don’t want gentle. Not now. He kisses like he can erase the memory of the dead man, like he can wipe out every last bad thing that led me here, just by kissing me hard enough.
And in that moment, I believe him.
His hand slides under my bikini, and I shudder when his fingertips graze over my clit before dipping lower. “You’re so fucking wet,” he bites out. “How long you been thinking about this?”
He teases me with slow circles, fingers sliding up and down, just taunting me. He rubs over my clit, over my entrance and then back again, making me tremble with the kind of anticipation that might just make me crazy if he doesn’t slide them inside me soon.
“Fuck me with your fingers, Ace,” I plead.
That makes him growl again, deeper and more possessive, and he bites my bottom lip as he pushes not one, but two thick fingers into me.
The stretch is sudden and perfect, and I whimper and arch into him, hips bucking, not caring at all about the water or the fact that anyone could walk up from the camp and see me like this, needy and desperate.
He fucks me with lazy, curling thrusts, thumb pressed steady at my clit. I feel every pulse, every inch as he works me, as if he’s trying to memorize me from the inside out. “You’re so tight,” he murmurs into the space between my ear and my throat. “You want my cock so fuckin’ bad, don’t you?”
Gosh, if only he knew.
I moan in response, wanting so much more.
But he doesn’t give me more. He just keeps pushing in, deep and slow, fingers exploring every inch of me just enough to create a slow, agonizing burn.
I can’t help it, I cry out as a shudder rips through my body, which is now desperate for release.
It’s like he is loving the slow tease, and I need him to just fuck me with the animal ferocity we both feel.
“You gotta stay quiet, Gracie,” he whispers, and the sound of my name on his tongue is enough to kill me. “Don’t want the whole fucking island to know how you sound when you cum.” The threat of getting caught, of being seen, only makes me needier. I bury my mouth against his shoulder and bite down.
He slides his other hand against my ribcage, pressing me tighter. Every movement grinds me against his palm. He must know, must see the desperation on my face, because he just smiles like the bastard he is and says, “Not until I say, baby.”
He speeds up, fingers fucking into me hard, thumb flicking fast circles that have me shivering and gasping.
The world disappears. There is nothing but the sound of water and Ace, his hands on me and inside me, his mouth tormenting me with that wicked smirk, my cries muffled against his skin.
Time stutters. I cum so hard I nearly black out, a hot wave that starts at my toes and pulses up through my whole body.
Ace holds me while I shatter, his hands not letting up, coaxing every last ounce of pleasure until I am empty and exhausted in his arms. “Fuck,” he hisses against my mouth. “You’re so fuckin’ hot.”
I come down slow, breathing hard. Ace kisses my temple, my eyelid, my jaw. “You good?” he asks, voice low.
I nod. “Never been better, but what about you?”
His cock is still angry between us.
He grins, “Right now, the only thing I needed to feel was you coming apart in my hand.” He slides his fingers free, then brings them to his mouth, like a fucking animal, and sucks them clean, eyes burning on mine. “That’s the taste I want falling asleep tonight.”
It is so much, so intense and sexy, that I have to look away or I’ll throw caution to the wind. I just hold onto him, feeling every rapid beat of his heart through his chest.
“How long do you think it’ll take before we fix that boat?” I murmur at last, because if I don’t change the subject, I might crawl out of my own skin.
“However long it takes,” Ace says, rubbing his nose against my cheek. “We’ve got time. Just gotta stay alive long enough to get out of here.”
I nod. I know how I want to pass the time.
Right here with him.
My nerve endings are all on fire when we break apart.
I swim to the side and haul myself up onto a sun-warmed rock at the edge of the pool.
Ace climbs out beside me and starts filling some water containers.
Kellen arrives only minutes later, an arm full of items from the boat.
He throws them down next to me, winks and then dives into the water.
I reach for the pile of pans and utensils.
They are filthy, but it is so much more than we have already and we can do so much with them.
Water suddenly becomes easier to boil, in this big iron kettle.
We have only had one small steel bottle that we have been boiling it in, and it takes hours and slowly, the bottle is breaking down. This has saved so much.
“We should hunt for some animals,” I say to Ace when he joins me. “Maybe we can find other things to eat.”
“Yeah, I was thinkin’ that today. There are knives here that we can use, that we never had before. It will make everything easier.”
My chest expands.
For the first time, the hope feels real.
When we’re done, we go back to camp and cook a fish on the pan over the fire.
As the stars come out, we sit together on the sand, our backs against the warm rock, and I let myself lean into him, just a little.
I let myself wonder what it would be like to be with a man like Ace, and how good it would feel to experience being this safe with someone.
I let myself think we might actually get out of here, together.
It is not the end, I realize.
Not yet.