Gillian’s Island (8 page)

Brandon’s laughter came from somewhere in the dark followed by
a female voice saying, “You two are a couple of immature
idiots.”

His response to that was, “Yeah, whatever. You know you love
it.”

That was followed by another scream and the sound of a slap as Jamie
guessed Brandon had most likely imitated Reilly and grabbed the other
girl’s top.

Jamie feared the romantic moment had been lost. He glanced back to
Gillian. The dark look of desire still in her eyes made him think
again.

What the hell. What’s the worst thing she could do? Slap him?
Say no? Jamie gathered his courage and went for it. “I think I
could use some privacy. How about you?”

“God, yes.”

Heart pounding, he glanced at the plates surrounding them. As anxious
as he was to get her alone, he supposed he should take them below.

Gillian’s fingers wrapped around his bicep. “Leave it.
We’ll clean up later.”

She pulled him to his feet and toward the yacht, and he didn’t
think about the dishes again.

The door to the stateroom was barely closed before her lips crashed
into his. It was not the tentative kiss of a woman who’d only
just met a man two days before, but instead, the frantic,
clothes-tearing kind. The kind of kissing that could only lead to
something else.

Jamie fell backward onto the bed with Gillian on top of him. Their
lips stayed locked and their tongues tangled as she worked on the
button and zipper of his shorts.

When her hand touched the bare flesh of his erection, she groaned.
“Where are the condoms?”

“Top middle drawer.”

He immediately missed her touch as she released her grip and crawled
off him. Beams of moonlight lit her movements. He watched her take
out the box of condoms and leave them on the dresser. She quickly
pulled off her clothes, every last piece until she stood completely
nude and gorgeous before him.

Her skin glowed, and he drew in a sharp breath. He had to touch her.
He stood, yanked off his only remaining article of clothing, and
threw the T-shirt to the ground. He closed the short distance between
them, clutched her face in his hands, and plunged his tongue into her
mouth. He slid his hands down to her waist, lifted her and set her on
top of the dresser.

Blindly he felt for and located the box of condoms, only to find her
hand already there. The sound of a foil wrapper tearing was followed
by her hands on his cock, rolling the condom over him.

“Now.” She spread her thighs and pulled him between them.

His breath came out in a whoosh as he did what he was told and sunk
easily into her wet and waiting body. “Oh, God. Yes.”

It felt as good as he remembered. Better in fact, and this time he
intended not to rush off to battle a storm the moment they finished.
He couldn’t get enough of her. He plunged in and out, hard and
fast, crashing against the wood of the dresser with his thighs with
each stroke. When he tired of the dresser, he moved them both to the
bed. They never broke apart. He simply picked her up while he stayed
buried inside her and fell onto the mattress. Then he continued like
they’d never moved.

Jamie lifted her hips to meet his thrusts as her body started to grip
his. Then she was coming around him. He came with her and, still
erect, kept going, plunging deep over and over again.

He didn’t know how long they made love. He lost count of how
many times she came beneath him before finally the tingling spread
through his body again and he exploded inside her a second time.

Panting, he collapsed as she gasped under him.

“That was…” Jamie with all of his education and
supposed brains couldn’t come up with an adequate adjective to
describe what had just happened between them.

“Incredible.” The word Gillian supplied was as good as
any.

“Yeah.” He brushed the hair from her face. “Absolutely,
amazingly incredible.”

“Then how can I still want you so badly?” She gazed at
him and made that confession.

Jamie groaned. “I don’t know, but I feel the same.”

“How many condoms are in that box?”

“Ten, I think.”

“That won’t be enough.”

His eyes opened wide. “For tonight?”

She laughed. “No, for however long we’re stuck here.”

Being stranded was looking better by the second. “Then when
they’re gone, we’ll just have to get creative.”

“If straight up sex is this good, what’s it going to be
like when we start getting creative?”

He swallowed hard and considered the possibilities. “I don’t
know. Maybe we should give it a try now and find out.”

She drew in a ragged breath. “Good idea.”

Jamie slid down her body and settled between her thighs. Gillian’s
breath caught in her throat when his mouth connected with her clit. A
shuddering breath escaped her and he groaned. She gripped his head in
both hands and held him tighter. He filled her with his fingers and
pressed her G-spot. His fingers moved within her, rhythmically
working the spot he knew—or at least had read—would make
her feel incredible. At the same time, he tortured her clit with
tongue and teeth. She moaned as though what he was doing was working
for her, but then she tried to move closer and released a frustrated
sigh.

Jamie lifted his head. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s not enough. I can’t get enough of you.”
She braced her feet on the bed and raised her hips. That gave him an
idea that made his cock hard all over again. He moved his hand back
and circled her tight puckering hole with just the tip of one finger.

Gillian’s breath drew in sharply. He hoped that meant she
wanted more. He knew he at least wanted more. But judging by the way
she lifted her ass up just a bit higher and held there for him, she
wanted it too. He replaced his finger with his mouth and pushed his
tongue inside her ass. She moaned, pushing back against him. They’d
both bathed in the ocean today right before dinner and she tasted of
saltwater. He laved her, working his tongue in and out until she was
panting and he was hornier than he ever remembered being in his life.

“More. Please.” Her voice sounded husky.

He pressed one finger inside her again and felt her muscles clench
against him, before incredibly, amazingly, releasing and allowing him
to push deeper, all the way past his knuckle.

“Yes,” she hissed. “More.”

In the darkness, Jamie drew in a shaky breath. “How much more?”

She pulled him up by the shoulders so his face was level with hers,
then reached down and grasped his erection. “All of you.”

He swallowed so loudly she could probably hear it. “We’ll
need lubrication.”

“I’m sure you can come up with something. I trust you.”

Her trust warmed his heart—the heart that was pounding so
loudly he could barely hear anything else.

Jamie leapt off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

He grabbed the flashlight and ran for the galley. The olive oil was
still outside from their feast and he didn’t want to get
dressed again to go out to get it. His light hit upon a small bottle
of truffle-infused oil in the cabinet. A bit gourmet for their
purposes, but it would do.

Practically sprinting Jamie returned, naked and not caring who saw,
to the stateroom to find Gillian had rolled over onto her stomach.
Her ass faced up for the taking. For him to take.

Jamie swallowed again and strode to the bed, unscrewing the cap of
the bottle as he went. The oil was cool as he drizzled it onto the
length of his penis. He spread it around, then glanced at her ass.

“Lift up.” His own voice sounded as husky as hers had.

She did as he asked and he truly feared passing out. Drawing in a
shaky breath, he tilted the bottle and watched a thin stream of oil
fall, hitting the skin at the base of her spine before running
between her cheeks. She hissed in a breath and, reaching back, spread
the beautiful globes of her ass for him. He poured more oil and
watched it pool in her tight hole.

The bottle abandoned on the bedside table, Jamie kneeled behind her
and pressed one fingertip into her. He pushed in easily. She rocked
back against him, fucking her ass with his finger while moaning.

“God, Jamie. Fill me. I need you to fill me.”

“My pleasure.” The flashlight he’d put down on the
bed when he’d returned from the galley lit her glistening,
well-oiled ass as well as his cock as he guided the wide flared head
of his erection to her hole and pushed inside.

She stilled, not even breathing as his steady pressure buried him
deep inside the tightest place he’d ever been. Then she began
to rock against him.

“Put something else in me.” Gillian panted.

He plunged his fingers inside her pussy as he fucked her ass with his
cock.

“More,” she gasped.

The flashlight rolled from the rocking of the bed and caught his
attention. Hell, why not? They’d already gone so far past all
accepted social convention he couldn’t believe it. Jamie
grabbed the flashlight and slid the handle into her wet pussy.

“Yes.” She pushed against his hand, forcing it in deeper.
“Fuck me.”

Jamie plunged his cock in and out of her ass while fucking her with
the flashlight at the same time until she was crying out and
trembling. Her orgasm gripped him, her muscles bearing down so
tightly he could barely move within her ass.

“Oh my God.” He shuddered and reached for the bottle,
dripped more oil onto the spot where their bodies were joined, then
picked up speed. He fucked her hard and fast until sweat dripped from
his face onto her back. Until her face was buried in the pillow and
her cries turned to keening as her muscles continued to convulse
around him.

She reached down and began to finger her clit. From his position
behind her, he watched in amazement. This was sex like you saw in the
movies. Like you read about in those magazines but never believed
anyone actually had. Yet they were having it. He was having it.

Her cries took on a different tone, deeper, more powerful, with a
quality that sounded almost as if she’d reached another level
of orgasm. Then he felt it, the hot wet wash of liquid run over his
hand where he gripped the flashlight still inside her.

“Oh my God. You’re squirting. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my
God.” Jamie knew he sounded like an idiot, but he couldn’t
help it. The only time he’d ever even seen this was on a porn
site the frat guys had made him watch. But she was doing it now, and
judging by her reaction and cries, it felt fucking amazing for her
too.

It was the end of him. He plunged in, once, twice, and then held and
came so hard it felt like flames and ice both bathed him from the
inside out, blazing a path from his balls up his spine.

Bowed over her back, he held his cock still and deep and tried to
catch his breath.

Pulling the flashlight slowly from inside her but not wanting to
leave her just yet, he left his slack cock inside her ass where it
cradled him. Finally it slipped out. He glanced down and in the glow
of the flashlight lying again on the mattress, he could see how her
body had stretched wide to accommodate him. Oil and his semen slipped
from inside her.

“Holy fuck.” He drew in a shaky breath and wrapped his
arms around her, tumbling them both over until they lay on their
sides, spooning.

“You can say that again.”

What he’d really like, would be to
do
that
again.
And again. And again. But now Jamie could begin to think rationally,
he had to wonder if he’d hurt her. He hadn’t been gentle.
“Are you all right?”

“Mmm. I’m fine.” She nearly purred the words, like
a sleepy, happy kitten.

There was hope for a repeat in his future after all. Jamie smiled and
tightened his hold around her. “Good.”

He was more than fine.

Chapter Nine

Gillian woke to shouting from on deck, followed by the sound of a
horn. An extremely loud horn, the kind you found on really big ships.
She sat bolt upright, nearly flipping Jamie off the bed in the
process. “Did you hear that?”

His heavily-lidded eyes flew open wide. He sprung from the mattress
and reached for his underwear on the floor. “It sounded like a
ship.”

“Could we be rescued?”

“I think so.”

She followed his lead and looked for her own clothes while trying to
ignore the places in her body that were sore from what they’d
done.

What they’d done.
Jeez. She’d begged him to do
things to her she’d never done before. She glanced at him
quickly. He seemed more concerned with getting dressed in case they
were rescued, rather than the fact she’d acted like a
nymphomaniac last night. Thank God for both the distraction and the
rescue.

Once his bottom half was covered with shorts, he ran to the porthole.
“It looks like a military ship.”

They pawed through the remaining scattered clothing on the floor of
the stateroom, and passed each other items. She didn’t bother
with a bra and just threw on the T-shirt he handed her. He pulled his
own over his head.

“We’re rescued.” Arms wrapped around her, Jamie
lifted her off the ground and let out a whoop.

Once he set her down again, she blew out a steadying breath. “We’re
going home.”

“Yes, we are.” He grinned. “I told you it was only
a matter of time before someone found us. Come on.”

Jamie grabbed her hand to pull her toward the door. Her glance hit on
the tangled sheets on the bed and the assorted other items scattered
about the room, all a testament to their night together. Condom
wrappers, a towel, a bottle of oil from the galley. Even the small
flashlight he’d used to light their way to the stateroom the
night before had, at one point, been employed in their sex play.

Her cheeks blazed at the memory. “I have to clean up in here
first.”

Looking around the room himself, Jamie smiled. “Yeah, I guess
we should before Rob comes in.”