by C. L. Stone
I kicked but my legs felt so heavy, so strangled in movement. My dress had bunched up around my thighs, restricting me. I didn’t have time to unravel them. I had to get to the surface. I put my arms over my head and did a mermaid stroke, wiggling my body upward.
I swam for what felt like hours within moments. Each second my lungs felt like exploding, the urge to open my mouth almost overwhelming. I fought it, knowing I’d swallow water and that’d be the end of it.
There was a tug around me as the current shifted, pushing me back down again.
Panic caused me to work harder, using more energy. I was caught in an undertow or something. I wasn’t making much headway with my legs wrapped up, my vision fading as my consciousness began to slip away.
Something collided with my body and I flailed, striking at it. All the creepy thoughts in my head of what lay within the ocean surfaced now. Fish. Sharks. Stingrays. Dead bodies floating around. Shipwrecks. Jellyfish.
I choked in my surprise. I strained, still trying to push myself up, but my mouth filled with water, my lungs opened up, letting it in. I gagged and tried to push the water back out, I was helpless, fading, drowning.
A pair of arms grabbed me by the waist. Strong legs kicked around me. I rose higher.
When we breached the surface, I coughed hard, spitting water out, gasping, trying to fill my lungs.
I hadn’t realized how cold the water had been until that point, my need for air being the only priority. As I coughed out my lungs, my frozen limbs began to seize up. The wind felt a hundred times worse and made every movement painful.
“Just try to float,” a voice said. I was coughing and there was water in my ears, the voice unfamiliar. He held on to my waist. “I’ll do the work. Just float. Relax your body.”
I had to clear out my lungs first. My body wasn’t going to give me a chance to float while I still had water in me. When the coughing finally stopped, and I had taken several long breaths, I looked around to try to figure out where we were. Everything was dark. I couldn’t see his face. Had Fancy jumped in after me? Or was it one of the guys? The voice was masculine, that’s all I knew.
He breathed hard next to me. The water lapped around our bodies. He pulled me toward something, but I couldn’t see where we were going. He was putting in a lot of effort to get us both moving.
I did my best to float, although after a while, when the air started to give me some energy and I wasn’t so helpless, I pulled myself out of his grasp, and just hung onto cloth from his clothes.
“Swim,” I said, choking as cold autumn air hit my still water coated lungs. “I’ll follow you.”
He released his hold on me, and at first kept one hand tightly wrapped around my arm.
I thought we’d swim back to the boat, and then I realized we were nowhere near it. I didn’t even see the thing anymore. Not that I could see much of anything. My eyes had adjusted and there were stars overhead, but I kept getting hit in the face with waves.
The man, whoever it was, was so close, that I saw his outline.
And then I noticed the deeper shadows in the distance. Land. We weren’t that far from it.
He was swimming toward it. I started kicking, and then he moved ahead faster and I lost my hold on him.
When I let go, he reached back and grabbed at my shoulder and I felt his whole hand on my skin. The dress around my legs had slipped away. The shoes were gone. I was naked except for the underwear.
After a while, I became overwhelmed with fatigue, and he was dragging me by the arm, I reached again for his shirt and held on. At this, he let go of me and worked harder, grunting with the effort. We went faster with him using both of his arms.
For a while, no matter how much we swam, it seemed like the shadowed landscape in the distance was never getting any closer. My body was numb, and I was losing the feeling in my arms and legs. I couldn’t move them as fast as before.
It felt like hours went by. We both concentrated on swimming, not wasting breath or energy on speaking. When I was sure we were never going to make it, I felt the swell of a wave below us. At first, it gently pushed us forward. Then the swells strengthened and they dragged us along.
“Let the water push you,” he said. “Save your energy.”
“Blake?” I cried out, suddenly recognizing his voice. I was so grateful. I could have kissed him right then. He’s alive. He was here.
“Hang in there,” he shouted to me. “Don’t give up on me, Kayli.”
It was easier to hold my body within the waves, letting them push us to shore.
Just as the surf was getting really strong, curling into itself, Blake pulled back, grabbing me. He stood, the water up to his chest. I put my feet down, the water up to my neck. We hopped and floated as the waves pushed us until we were waist high and then he pulled me up into his arms, carrying me the rest of the way.
I wanted him to put me down at first. He had to be more tired than I was. He’d been in the water longer and then had to drag me part of the way.
But he didn’t go far. He went up onto the beach until he was out of the risk of waves and the sand was dry. He bent down onto his knees, dropping me on the sand, and then bent over, coughing against my skin. At first he held himself up over me. Then he dropped, and rolled over onto his back. I wanted to help in some way, but I was too busy just trying to catch my breath. Then I was shivering. The sand was cool and when I moved, the sand below the surface was even colder.
“Ugh,” he said, coughing and gasping. Finally, when his breathing evened out, he rolled onto his side, pulling me into his body, tucking my head under his chin. It was cold at first and then he started to warm up. I snuggled into him, hoping our bodies would heat up enough.
After a few minutes, he muttered, “That’s probably the most romantic thing I’ve ever done in my life, but I’m going to leave it to the movies from now on.”
I smiled a little. “Where are we?”
“Probably in North Carolina,” he said. “Or maybe still in South Carolina, near the border. The ship was supposed to hug the coastline for a while before making a circle on the third day and heading back.”
I looked around us, only seeing trees and then out into the water. I didn’t see the ship anywhere. In the time it had taken for us to get to shore, it had moved on. Did anyone even know we were out here? Did Fancy see anything? She would notice pretty quickly I was missing, wouldn’t she?
I coughed. “Who threw you over?” I asked. “I didn’t see his face.”
“I didn’t either,” he said. “It was whoever was following me. I went into that observation deck to get away from him and see if he’d face me. He did, and then rushed me over the side. Might be the same person who knocked me out before or maybe someone new. It was too dark to get a good look at him.” He spit into the sand and then sucked in a breath. “How the hell did you get thrown over?”
“I heard you,” I said, “I heard something going on, something not right. Doyle helped me find you. Or at least your little black box. Fancy was nearby, looking around. Your tracking thing was still in the observatory. I found it and was trying to figure out what happened when someone came in. Next thing I knew, I was getting pushed over.” I coughed again and gripped him. Cold water and sand clung to my skin. It was dark, but with us holding onto each other, I was sure he knew I was naked now. The only light was stars over our heads. I checked my wrist, but remembered the band was gone. “He took mine. But I don’t suppose the band would track me off of the ship.”
“Whoever has them now can use them to make the others think we’re still on board, at least for a while,” he said. “Unless Fancy saw what happened, they’ll think we’re wandering around the ship. They’ll be in danger. They’ll come looking for you and whoever has them will know who’s on our team. If he knew enough to take your tracker, then he’s onto us.” He frowned. “Or...” He cut himself off with a shiver and then stopped talking, rubbing his arms.
“Or what?” I asked.
> “It’s just bugging me that someone was following me, knowing where I was. And then he threw you over, too, and if he took your band, he must know what they’re for. He took mine, too. Yours was brand new, and you hadn’t worn it before.”
“Do you think someone is listening in on us? Someone besides Doyle?”
“No, I’m starting to wonder if this was a mutiny. Only a handful of people knew about the bracelet you wore.”
I pressed my lips together, shivering, my teeth grinding together to prevent chattering. I curled into him, afraid to consider the possibilities. Would one of the boys do this? I didn’t want to believe that. Could they be so mad at Blake, and me, to simply throw us off the ship?
I could only assume that whoever it was, he or she was trying to kill us. Even if the guys were mad at me, would they do such a thing?
But then, I might have pissed them off. Brandon had been pretty upset. Would Marc? Or Raven? Or even Axel? He had enough time to follow me.
The doubt crept in but then trickled away. No. It had to be someone else, but that also meant they were in danger. Someone was willing to kill.
“We need to get to a phone,” he said. He moved away from me and then groaned and pushed a hand toward his stomach and held it there.
I pulled my knees up to my chest, partially covering my nakedness, but more trying to keep warm. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “Sure. I just swam a hundred thousand billion miles, with you in tow. I just need a minute.”
“Aren’t you cold?”
“Yes, but this won’t kill you. It’s not freezing temperatures.” He sniffed and then sat up more, looking over at me. “How’d you end up naked again? Not that I’m complaining.”
I released my knees just so I could push him over in the sand. “Jerk,” I said, my throat starting to get sore. I’d swallowed a ton of seawater. My muscles were feeling achy, too.
“Hey,” he said, laughing and then sitting up, just to push me over. He did it gently but I was too weak to resist much and I spilled out onto my side, collecting more sand against my skin. “Can we not fight right now? I don’t really have the energy.”
I didn’t either. I fell against the sand again, not caring that it was getting in my hair. Part of me wanted to go to sleep right there, but the sand was rough on my skin and I was really cold. “Can I have your shirt?”
“And she wants the shirt off my back,” he said, but he unbuttoned it, pulling it off and passing it over. It was heavy, soaked and partially covered in sand, but it was cover.
I straightened it and pushed my hands through the sleeves. Between that and the underwear, it’d be enough whenever we found a public place to call for help.
“Now come here,” he said. He grabbed at my waist before I was done adjusting the shirt.
Part of it fell off of my shoulder, exposing a breast, but before I could fix it, he pulled me against his body, sitting me on top of him in the sand. I had my knee on either side of his hip, and held to his chest to support myself.
He pulled me into him, and his hands moved up, finding my face. “Doyle and Avery kept saying I needed to back off and let you come to me, but I think I deserve this for saving you.”
Before I could ask, his lips found mine and he kissed me. I was on top of him, and I had to bend my head down. He pulled me tight into him, gripping me with a strength I couldn’t resist, and didn’t want to.
Doyle and Avery. I couldn’t imagine them giving him advice on romance. When the kiss broke and I had a chance to breathe, I asked, “You’d listen to Doyle? Has he had a girlfriend ever?”
“Yeah,” he said. His eyes were dark, but I caught his cheeks bunching up in a smile. “A few. No real relationship to speak of. But... to be honest, I thought the advice was good. If chasing you wasn’t working, I needed to try walking away. Different approaches.” He shook his head. “Sorry, I’m not following through with that right now. I’m just glad you’re alive. I almost lost you back there.”
It warmed me that he’d worried about me like that.
I sunk into him more, putting the weight of my butt against his lap. I reached around his neck and held onto him, partially for warmth. Mostly because I wanted to. Almost dying like that, I had a chance to make things right. He’d been right before, that I never gave anyone the opportunity to get close to me. I let them chase me but never pursued what I wanted. I needed to change that.
I wanted to say a lot. Thank you, being one of those things. Thanks for saving me. Thanks for believing in me, that I could be of some help on the ship, even though I mess up so often. When I was down and unsure, he found a way to bring me out of the depression I’d started to fall into. Helping other people. Find a soul to save. He’d given me a purpose again.
So I kissed him.
He kissed me back, chasing me this time, instead of the other way around like before. He was the fox again. His hands moved over my body, over my butt, up my sides until his palms caressed my breasts, but then back down to my butt again, lifting me slightly until he was laying back in the sand, pulling me on top of him.
I pressed my lips against his mouth, kissing and trying to steal warmth from him. I took control, in a way, leading the chase. I’d kiss and he’d try to catch up. I held onto his neck, but let my lower half sink into him, against his groin.
And then, the shirt I’d put on was gone again. An energy flowed between us. Fire and oil in an explosion. I couldn’t stop myself even if I’d wanted to. Later, I’d remember that I’d heard of people being rescued or surviving a horrible ordeal, suddenly having a surge, a spike of sexual energy. In that moment, I couldn’t think of anything else other than I wanted Blake. I was alive. I was breathing. He was alive. I was grateful and needed him to know how much I would have regretted if he’d died. I deepened the kiss, pushing my body against his.
He rolled me over until he was on top. His mouth left mine, only to find my neck, and then he moved down, covering my breasts with his hands. He sought out places not covered in sand, kissing. He wiped the sand away just to cover a spot with his mouth and suckle. He’d spit out the sand occasionally, but then be right back at my skin. I was sure he was leaving marks.
His lips continued down my body, around the underside of my breasts and then down around my stomach, heading toward my belly button. I moaned, and then pulled at his shoulders. I wanted his body against mine.
“No,” he whispered. “Trust me. Relax for once.”
I did as he asked, and he continued his exploration. When my hips lifted involuntarily as his mouth got below my belly button, he pushed them back down.
“Don’t move,” he said. His hands massaged my hips, my stomach. He reached around, massaging deeply at the base of my spine.
I resisted doing anything then. His kisses sparked a thousand tiny explosions against my skin. His lips were warm and wet; all feeling and thought followed his every move. It got my blood pumping. I wanted him to touch everywhere at once and couldn’t get enough. I clutched my hands, tightening into fists, desperate to hang onto something.
His fingers curled into the band of the underwear, sliding them down. He tugged them free of my body.
I resisted reaching for him, trying to relax as he’d instructed. I looked up at the stars, excited, full of desire for him. I wished I could see his face, those gold flecks, the fox-like smile. The wave of his hair. The line in his collarbone, the rest of his body.
He continued his trail of kisses down my stomach. Then he picked up my knees, moving them apart. He held me by the hips as he lowered down.
And then his lips zeroed in between my legs.
His mouth sought out my most delicate flesh. He used his teeth and lips, sucking more than licking. He reached in and spread me open, exposing everything to him.
I arched my back, trying to push myself into his mouth, only for him to reach up and push my hips down. His mouth released his hold. “Don’t move,” he said. “Relax, don’t do anything. Lay down a
nd breathe,” he drawled and dove back in again. The waver in his voice was desperate. He needed me to do this.
Again, I tried to relax, focusing on breathing and staying still even though my whole body wanted to move, to follow his rhythm. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to focus only on what he was doing, and not thinking of anything else.
The swell in my core began to coil, and the more he nibbled with teeth and lips, the harder it was to simply relax as he wanted. I forced myself to lay still, when I wanted to get control.
He lifted his mouth away, catching his breath, and I cried out until he put a smooth fingertip right at the most delicate part of me, the very center of pleasure.
He stroked, steadily, massaging with his finger, short and determined strokes, driving all my blood rushing through my body right to his touch.
Once all my blood was there, my body reacted. I couldn’t lie still anymore, the orgasm taking over. Everything in me throbbed. Every nerve was alive. Even the grains of sand along my back seemed different, the light scratches adding to the electrifying feeling. “Blake,” I gasped sitting up and reaching for him. I wanted him to know I needed him. I needed more than what he’d done.
Blake responded at once, and in a moment, he unzipped his pants and pushed them down, hovering over me, not bothering to kick them away. I had a brief moment thinking about protection, but then I considered getting a morning after pill. We were on land and could grab one later. I was too excited to worry too much now.
He lowered down and pressed against me into the sand until the tip of his cock was at my groin, and he pushed his way in.
This time, I arched my hips, and he grabbed my butt and pulled me into him. He made quick thrusts, and with every movement he was harder, faster.
I wanted this, craved him. Something inside of me woke up, and I wanted it harder, for him to dive as deeply inside of me as he could. After my orgasm, I was sensitive, ready for him and wanting him all the way. He knew the right angles and filled me perfectly, hitting areas inside of me that continued the pleasure.