Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I’m lost in thought for a while as I think about it. He couldn’t possibly have known… How could he have known that his plane would run out of gas right over this desert island? Right where my dream girl was stuck? It doesn’t make any sense, and yet…
“Oh no!” Wendy screams as she jumps to my side. She’s clinging to my arm and digging her long nails into my flesh.
“What is it?” I ask with my pulse racing into overdrive.
“Over there,” she says in a panic as she hides behind me. “That’s the fucker who chased me!”
I look through the bright green foliage and spot a wild turkey pecking at the ground as he harmlessly wanders through the jungle.
He’s not alone. There are five others further out.
It’s good to know there’s another source of meat for us to consume. Not today, but on a special occasion, I’ll hunt one down and cook it for my girl.
It’s a lot of meat and I’m wondering if I smoke the leftovers if it will keep when they continue on their way and this beautiful girl lets me go.
A sense of loss enters as she releases me.
Fuck, I’m falling hard for her.
It’s unreal.
“My savior,” she says with her hands clasped and her chin in the air as she playfully bats her long eyelashes at me. “Never leave my side again, my big strong hero.”
She’s giggling as we continue walking, but I’m not.
I don’t ever want to leave her side again.
CHAPTER FIVE
Wendy
* * *
I’m sitting on the beach in the cool sand, watching Ethan do all of the grunt work. He’s leaning inside the plane as I’m shamelessly staring at his nice hard ass.
God, he’s so hot. Like seriously, call your best friend to immediately tell her about it, hot. I can’t seem to take my eyes off him.
“Come on,” he grunts as he yanks the seat with his big flexed arms.
“Need any help?” I ask as I scoop up a handful of cool sand and let it spill through my fingers.
“Nah,” he says as he steps back out with a huff of breath. “I’ll get it eventually. It would be easier with tools, obviously. I guess I’ll just have to make it work with my bare hands.”
“Why don’t you go cool off in the ocean?” I say nonchalantly like I’m not secretly hoping that he’ll give me a sexy striptease before diving into the water.
He looks at the turquoise water with the gentle waves and thinks about it.
Yes! Yes! Do it! Take that shirt off! Please!
“I want to get this finished first,” he says and my excitement deflates like a balloon. “I told you you’re not going to be sleeping on that hard rock anymore and I meant it.”
If I had to choose between sleeping on that hard rock for one more night or being able to see this hot man with no shirt on, there’s no question as to what I’d pick. Unfortunately, he doesn’t ask.
“Actually, there might be some tools in the back,” he says as he climbs over the seat and rustles around in the rear of the plane.
He finds some wrenches or something and gets to work on the bolts keeping the seats in place. I gotta get a closer look at this.
I jump up and rush over to the pilot’s door. I love watching a hot man working with tools.
He pops his head up and smiles as I kneel on the seat and watch him over it. His muscles are all flexed from the workout and he’s got a triangle of sweat on his shirt that plunges down from the neckline to the middle of his chest. It starts getting me going in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.
My breath quickens with every masculine grunt and my body gets all warm and fiery as I watch his thick forearms straining with the effort.
“Yes!” he whispers under his breath when he gets the first bolt loose.
“Great job!” I say, cheerleading for him. I shake his big round shoulder with an encouraging smile.
“Sorry,” he says as I take my hand away. “I’m all sweaty.”
I’m about to tell him that I don’t mind when he leans up, grabs the bottom of his shirt with two hands, and smoothly pulls it over his head in one swift motion.
My mouth drops. Literally drops.
He’s… stunning.
I swallow hard as I watch a bead of sweat dripping down his collarbone and onto his flawless chest. An image of me dragging my tongue up those shredded abs, over his nipple, and continuing up to his neck flashes into my mind, and once it’s in there, I can’t get it out.
He gets to work on the next bolt, only now the view is indescribable. Each strain of the wrench has his muscles clenching and tightening before my wide excited eyes. It’s getting hotter in this cabin but I don’t think it’s the Caribbean heat.