Surrender The Booty (6 page)

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her throat felt like a beefy fist had closed around it. Jose rubbed the chill from her arm and tucked her close to his side.

“I need to go home,” she whispered. An image of J.P.’s worried face brought a fresh sting of tears. He wouldn’t understand why she wasn’t there to visit him tomorrow. “My brother needs me.”

Jose lifted her chin. His face blurred behind her unshed tears. She blinked hard, determined not to cry.

“Help will be here soon.” He spread his broad fingers across her face. “You take care of your brother?”

Her lips trembled. “He’s not able to care for himself, and I’m the only family he’s got left. He won’t understand why I don’t come to see him tomorrow.”

Jose pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We’ll get off this island soon.

I promise.” He tugged her hand and led her down to the beach.

Trevor had already started collecting dark brown seaweed from the tide line. He carried an armload up higher on the beach and laid it out in a thick curve. The beginning of the letter “S.” Jose and Bella combined their efforts and within half an hour a huge SOS was spelled out on the sand. Big enough for an airplane to see, and maybe even a passing ship, if anyone aboard was looking hard enough.

A splash sounded down the beach. Bella whipped around. At the bend, below a low, rocky cliff, a head bobbed in the surf.

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Bella tensed as the swimmer moved closer to shore. Maybe the captain had made it after all. The men took off running down the beach. She lifted her skirt above her knees and ran after them. Her heart pounded. Her hair blew across her face and clung to her damp, salty skin.

Trevor and Jose both stopped at the same time. Beneath the cliff, the swimmer had come ashore on all four legs. The goat opened its mouth, bleating. Another goat stepped from the shadow of the rocks and together they raced to the top of the cliff again. Their sure feet quickly took them to the top.

Bella stood between Trevor and Jose and the three of them watched the goats jump into the water again.

“They’re playing,” she said.

Trevor grunted.

Jose stretched his long arms toward the sky. “A swim’s not a bad idea. I didn’t see a shower in the cabin, did you?”

“Not in the cabin.” Trevor grabbed Bella’s hand. “Come on. I’ve got a surprise.”

“I hope it’s soap.” Bella’s arms itched from the salt and seaweed, and she was aching for the fresh scent of soap. “You guys smell sexy as hell, but I don’t want to smell like you much longer.”

Jose gave her ass a squeeze. “If we don’t get rescued soon, you’re going to spend a lot of time smelling like us.”

Trevor gripped her hand a little tighter, and the three of them made their way back toward the dunes. They followed the trail between the dunes closest to the cabin, but came to a stop before
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crossing the threshold that would take them off the beach and into the inner part of the island.

Bella inhaled with hesitation, and detected the same sweet scent that she had encountered the first time she’d gone inland. “I guess we know why the couple who lived on this island never made it to the mainland.”

Jose chuckled. “Why leave when you can stay high and get laid all day.”

Trevor shot him a look before settling his gaze back on Bella.

“You can go ahead of us. We’ll wait.”

“Didn’t you have something to show us?”

He pointed toward the rocky hill that rose up in front of the cabin.

“Follow the hill around to the right, past the waterfall. You’ll see the surprise. I’ll grab some other stuff I saw inside the cabin and meet you there.”

Bella flattened her palm against the cowboy’s cheek. “Are you always such a gentleman?”

“I think you know the answer to that.” His gaze fell to her breasts and when his eyes rose to hers again they were dark with desire.

A shiver zipped down her spine. The island’s sweet aphrodisiac filled her nose and tickled the back of her throat. Trevor was like any other man when his cock got hard. He might treat her like a lady, but he was hell-bent on taking what he needed when the time came.

Jose groaned. “I’m fucking hard as a rock.”

“It’s got to be one of the plants,” Trevor said. He turned to Bella.

“You better get going, sweetheart, if you aren’t ready for a repeat performance.”

The ache between Bella’s legs had already begun to build. If she wanted to find out if Trevor’s surprise was the shower she was hoping for without getting waylaid, she’d better go now.

Jose palmed her ass and bent to inhale the scent of her neck. “I want you,” he whispered in her ear.

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A delicious tremor hit her clit and rained down to her vagina. A drop of dewy desire fell against the inside of her thigh, and she swallowed hard. Suddenly the shower didn’t seem nearly as enticing as these two gorgeous men.

A strangled growl rose in Trevor’s chest. “Go.” His voice was harsh with restraint. “Hurry.”

Bella shook off the cloud of lust that crept into her vision. They had important things to take care of. There was still an island to canvass. A possible treasure to be found. And a sale to be made. J.P.’s face filled her mind, and she sobered instantly. She had a job to do.

The fucking could wait. At least for a little while.

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Trevor’s surprise was exactly what she had hoped it would be.

Water streamed over the rocky hillside, falling in a sheet from twenty-feet above her head. It landed in a roar into a shallow pool that was surrounded by a thick grove of sea grapes. A dark grotto was carved into the rock behind the waterfall. Bright pink bougainvillea climbed over the hillside. The beautiful flowers disguised the vine’s sharp thorns and danced in the island breeze that was stronger on this side of the hill. A smaller plant grew in the crevices. Purple, cup-shaped blossoms stood stiff, unmoved by the breeze.

The sweet, intoxicating scent of the garden was stronger here, and Bella’s nipples tightened as heat crawled beneath her skin. She pulled her tank top over her head and threw it into the pool. A washing machine was out of the question, but a good rinse was better than nothing. She stepped out of her skirt and threw it in too. Her panties were back at the cabin. Somewhere.

She stepped into the pool. Warm water swirled around her knees and sand shifted beneath her feet. She made her way to the waterfall.

The pool grew deeper with every step. Directly beneath the falls, the water reached high on her thighs. She dipped her head back and let the water wash the sand and salt from her skin. With her back to the grotto and her eyes closed to the encroaching flora of the island, she lost herself in the scents and serenity.

A rustle in the sea grapes sent a tingle of excitement into her already aching nipples and heavy breasts. The men had arrived, and if they were half as ready as she was, round two would be one for the record books.

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“What took you so long?” She opened her eyes, and her throat closed tight, cutting off her scream before she ever made a sound.

* * * *

Trevor swallowed hard. His dick throbbed against the worn denim of his jeans, and that damn drug hung heavy in the air.

Bella had disappeared around the far side of the hill and the sway of her ass still had his heart thumping. He’d want to fuck her under any circumstances. He damn sure didn’t need any island voodoo to give him a hard-on. His cock pulsed in response.

“Fuck.” Jose groaned and ran his hand over the front of his designer denim.

He better hope that fancy zipper could hold back that big dick of his.

“Are you as horny as I am?” Jose asked.

Trevor bit the inside of his lip. “I’m horny enough to fuck you.

Come on. I saw some stuff in the cabin our little lady might like.”

The men headed toward the cabin in a trot. The extra friction against his dick didn’t do anything to relieve Trevor’s raging hard-on.

Inside the cabin, it took a second for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. He crossed the single room while Jose braced his arms in the open doorway with his damp hair clinging to his head and his breath coming fast. For whatever reason, Mr. Hollywood seemed to have a stronger reaction to the tainted air than either himself or Bella.

“You all right?” Trevor asked.

Jose slumped forward, his forearms braced in the doorway. A thin sheen of sweat covered his skin. He shook his head slowly.

Trevor kept an eye on him and grabbed a couple of bottles from the basin’s ledge. Homemade shampoo and scented oil that he had noticed earlier. He made his way back to the door, but Jose blocked the entrance. His arms shook and his chest heaved.

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“Come on,” Trevor said, fighting the hunger that clouded his mind. “A shower will do you good.”

Jose shook his head again. “I can’t.” Jose lunged. His hands clenched Trevor’s shirt and his mouth came down hard on Trevor’s lips.

Trevor dropped both bottles to the ground and gave Jose a hard shove, pushing him back through the open doorway. The reaction was reflexive, but in the next instant a rush of blood slammed into his cock and his tongue swelled. In two long strides he had Jose’s head in his hands and their tongues sparred, neither wanting to give up control.

Jose ripped at Trevor’s shirt, yanking it off his shoulders. His rough touch sent another surge into Trevor’s dick and the grind of denim to denim lashed through his groin.

Trevor growled. The deeper Jose’s tongue ventured into his mouth the more he wanted it on his cock. He twisted the button of his fly and shoved his jeans down to his thighs. “Suck me.” With a woman he would have asked, but right now the command was all he could muster.

Jose dropped to his knees and wrapped one hand around the base of Trevor’s cock. He jerked like a man, a man who knew how to handle a throbbing shaft. Trevor tossed his head back and closed his eyes. He was vaguely aware of Jose shifting and reaching for something on the ground.

Through glazed eyes, Trevor saw one of the bottles he’d found by the basin. Fuck. He had the oil. Another firm stroke and Jose was on his feet, guiding Trevor to the bed by his dick.

Jose fell onto the bed and Trevor hovered over him. He was turned on, ready to fuck like the devil, but this was new territory.

“You done this before?” Trevor asked.

Jose twisted the cap off the top of the oil bottle. “Hell, no.” He poured a puddle of oil into his palm and reached for Trevor’s cock.

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His hand glided effortlessly over the head. Trevor’s thighs tensed and his ass tightened as Jose stroked him. The pressure built in his loins. Jose’s arm trembled and his eyes were black as midnight. Jose needed release, and he needed it fast.

“Get your ass naked.” Trevor grabbed the oil and soaked his own palm while Jose shed his jeans and kicked them to the sand-covered floor. He leaned over Jose, reaching between them to grab his cock.

Jose returned the favor, giving him another fluid stroke. The oil had a feminine scent. Probably vanilla mixed with some of the native flowers, but the heat inside the cabin was pure male. Sweat, testosterone and a driving hunger that wouldn’t quit.

Sweat dripped from Trevor’s chest and landed on Jose’s darker skin. Their tongues found one another again and their hips pumped.

The oil kicked the handjob up a notch and the tension built in Trevor’s balls. He was going to come. Come hard. And he was going to spray himself all over Jose’s movie star abs. Damn, if he was going to fuck a man, he’d damned sure started at the top.

Jose groaned into his mouth and the pistoning of his hips increased. He was close. The man needed to blow. Trevor’s balls clenched and he stroked faster, harder. Jose’s body stiffened. His free hand flew to clutch at his own hair and he arched against the bed.

“Oh, fuck!” Jose yelled. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck yeah!”

Hot cum hit Trevor’s chest and his own cock gave a final swell.

He pushed himself hard into Jose’s hand and spewed load after load.

A chill settled over his heated skin and his muscles threatened to give.

He pumped a handful of times, emptying himself completely and then collapsed face down at Jose’s side.

“Do me a favor and don’t sell that to the tabloids,” Jose said, his voice still ragged.

Trevor laughed into the woven rope beneath him. “What happens on the island …” With a moan, he rolled over.

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A shriek pierced the room and both of them leapt to their feet. Not bothering with pants, they bolted for the door and around the hill where Bella had gone.

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Bella stood frozen with the waterfall at her back. A huge snake had wound its way around the edge of the pool, effectively blocking her exit. And now it was dipping toward the water. Its head was wider than her hand. Its body had to be over twenty feet long. The thought of touching the reptile’s skin sent pure terror through her. Snakes were her biggest fear. And the wildly patterned one easing its way toward her was a monster.

Common sense screamed for her to climb over the tail, the least dangerous end, and get away from it before it slithered into the water and trapped her. Common sense may have been screaming, but fear silenced her muscles. She couldn’t move. She could barely breathe.

She screamed again, trying desperately to call the men by name, but her mouth couldn’t form words. Her throat only croaked out an unintelligible sound. She didn’t stop, forcing her constricted throat to give. She struggled for one scream after another, each attempt louder than the last, until finally her ears rang with the sound of her own voice.

She willed her legs to move, but nothing happened. Fat tears rolled down her cheeks. After surviving a shipwreck, she was about to die in the most horrible way she could imagine, crushed in the scaly grip of her biggest fear.