by Avery Aster
Today, sitting here on this piece of floating shrapnel next to a man I hardly knew, did I sense that same despair about my friends? The only thing I felt was anger. Pure rage boiled within me. If I’d taken my besties money, and not this silly job, none of this would’ve happened. Boarding Air Carribea was all for me, my wants and needs. Not my friends. Therefore this crash weighed on my shoulders.
“Well?” He made his impatience evident. “What does your heart say?”
“I’m not sure. I try never to get my hopes up about anything. I usually…expect bad things.”
“Do bad things usually happen to you, Mademoiselle?”
“Look at us.” My arms flailed around, mocking his question. “Yes, Leon, I seem to get the worst in return.” Crap, I heard myself and that didn’t sound good. I couldn’t lie. My life sucked.
People assume because I came from the Brillford legacy and hung out with rich people, my future was perfect. They were wrong.
“Mademoiselle, you are saying you are pathetic and hopeless.”
“I guess…I am.”
“No,” Leon snapped, in his thick French accent. “I expect Fab is worried, and Gus is looking for us.”
I sucked in a breath, gaping at him. I suppose a crash like this could bring out the soul searching in anyone. This was the most Leon had talked to me all week. And to think that it took a plane crash, and us being isolated, to make it happen.
“I believe you.”
“You do?” His forehead wrinkled in surprise.
“If I don’t have faith that they’re safe, I’ll stop breathing. Right here, I’ll die.”
“Me too,” he said, and rubbed my shoulder. My skin felt sticky to his warm touch.
“My friends mean everything to me.”
“Oui. I noticed.” He hit a sore spot on my back, pressed in firmly, and worked the knot.
“How?”
“No model comes with a clique of friends for a photo shoot. Maybe a manager or a stylist but you have a crew.”
“Hey, that was Lex’s idea. I’m only eighteen. We didn’t know what you guys would be like to work with. I wasn’t going to come alone.”
“The four of you have a—how do you say in English? A bond.”
“Yes, we certainly do.” Feeling vulnerable, I crossed my arms over the life jacket and pulled my knees up.
“It is endearing to watch. Have you known your friends long?”
Before answering, I realized he’d made observations about me during our time in Miami. I don’t know why that made me uncomfortable. Maybe it was because I’d assumed that Leon hadn’t paid me any attention. Seems I was wrong. “Lex, Blake, and Vive are all I know. They’re all I’ve ever known. My life revolves around them. I wouldn’t have gotten through my childhood without them.”
“Same with Fab and Gus. We do everything together.” Darkness shadowed his face when our eyes met. For a brief second, I sensed he thought about the chance that we might be the only survivors. He’d be in denial if he didn’t at least consider it. “What do you think your friends are doing right this minute?”
I shrugged.
“Picture them in your mind. What do you see?”
Death.
“I can’t. I don’t have much of an imagination.”
“Try, for me, s'il vous plaît.”
“Alright,” I closed my eyes and said, “Lex’s dad is in Japan doing a concert. Her mom is in rehab. Other than her new boyfriend, Ford, who is an NYPD cop, she doesn’t have anyone to call.”
“And…what is Lex saying to Ford?”
“She’s probably trying to get him to send us a helicopter.” I whipped that up only to appease Leon. I didn’t believe a word of it. Nope.
My subconscious debated on whether Birdie would overdose, taking her own life after she learned that her only daughter, who she’d had a recent falling out with, was dead.
More importantly, it was Birdie who’d gotten me my contract with Minnie and this magazine gig. Birdie would never be able to forgive herself. Maybe I’d overdose along with her. I’d never thought about suicide, till today. I didn’t agree one taking their own life or understand how they could do it. For the first time, I could see why people who lose everything quit life.
A bitter taste came up in the back of my mouth. Tears streaked my face. Stop thinking like that Taddy Brill. They’re fine. Your besties are looking for us.
“You okay?”
I lied with a nod, wiped my eyes, and hoped the tears would stop.
“Très bon,” Leon encouraged me to continue.
They are alive. Believe it. “Blake’s family is tight with a Senator in Connecticut. Last year, he volunteered for a political campaign to get gay unions legalized. Knowing Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, they’ve probably gotten the Senator to call the Coast Guard or the White House and assemble a search team.”
“And mademoiselle Viveca?”
“She’s drinking, of course, and screaming at Air Carribea’s management team for justice.” I chuckled, opening my eyes in the sun. No one screwed with Vive. She’d rip their heads off.
“Oui, sounds like we will have a big search party here shortly.” For the first time since meeting Leon, his straight-white teeth set perfectly into a smile. I don’t know if it was to sell the load of B.S. he wanted me to believe or if it was because I’d made him feel better. The truth was that he’d made me feel better too.
“Thank you for that.” I ran my hands up and down his muscular arms, examining the shallow abrasions on his skin. “Do these hurt?”
“No.” Holding up his left hand, a shirt was knotted over a wound. Blood soaked through the ivory fabric. “When I reached for you, the seat cut me.”
“I’m sorry…”
“It is not your fault.”
“If you hadn’t done what you did, I’d be dead.” Without a second thought, I leaned down, pressed my lips against his marks, and thanked him with kisses.
Masculine and rough, he pulled back a bit, acting as if he hadn’t been touched in a while. I wrapped my hand tightly around his pointer-finger and gave him a squeeze, letting him know that it was okay. I was a touchy-feely girl. I hadn’t always been. Six months in juvie, isolated from any contact, will do that to person.
His lips curved up into a grin. “I would do it over again if given the chance.”
Wrapping my arms around Leon, I gave in to my overwhelming need for a hug. I ran my fingers up and down his back. “Thank you.”
Again I sensed hesitation. Then he took to me, meshing his chest up against my life jacket and breasts. Dipping my face into the nape of his neck, I held on to him, and in return he held on to me. His heartbeat steadied with mine. The green and citrus smell of Leon that I’d grown fond of this week had been replaced by adrenaline.
His hands ran over the back of my neck. He pulled me closer into him and buried his face in my hair. His breath in my ear, he rocked me gently and soothed, “We will get out of this.”
I felt safe in his arms, as safe as I could feel, considering we were stranded with no food or water. Regardless, I was practical. We needed to come up with a plan.
“How?”
“We ejected over there.” He pointed east. “The plane touched down past that direction. Near Eden. We are moving west.” His big arms came up in the air as he spoke.
I studied the water’s direction. “We’re moving further away.”
“Oui.”
“Why didn’t you wake me sooner?”
“I did not know if you were in pain. Then you started mumbling about…lollipops.”
“Princess Lolly,” I corrected.
“And something about Candy Land. You like to play the game?”
“When I was kid I played the board game all the time.”
“Me too.”
“Some girls dream of growing up to be Barbie or Cinderella. Me, I wanted to be Princess Lolly.”
“Something tells me you would be good at that.”
“It’s just
a childhood dream.”
“You always talk in your sleep about Princess Lolly?”
“How would I know? I’ve never shared my bed with anyone. Vive and Lex never mentioned anything to me when we roomed together.” Pulling down on the straps of my life jacket, I tightened the nylon fabric over me. I stretched my legs out.
Leon inspected my skin. His hands ran over my knees, making me feel oddly turned on by his touch. My knees were cut up, but no worse than his arms. “Do they hurt?”
Nothing felt broken. “I’m fine.”
“Do not stand, Mademoiselle. We will tip over.”
“I won’t.” I could almost feel the air bubble underneath, keeping us afloat. Soon this piece of metal would submerge, hitting the bottom of the sea. “Can you swim?”
“Oui.”
“We can’t haul this with us. It’ll only take us further out to sea.”
“What about—”
“Jaws.” I knew exactly what he was thinking.
He laughed, nervously. “Oui. What about Jaws?”
“While I slept, did you see any…fins?”
Leon’s sunburned face went white. Eyelashes, long and thick, shadowed his cheeks as he said, “No sharks.”
Bad liar!
That’s probably why he hadn’t waked me sooner to swim; we’d get eaten. “Is your hand still bleeding?” Last thing I wanted was to get into shark infested waters with bait.
“A little. Not much.”
“What other choice do we have?” I glanced at the edges of the plane. In the short time I’d been awake, our sitting space had shrunk. This thing was going down.
“There is no other choice Mademoiselle. We must swim.”
I removed my life jacket and lifted my dress up over my head.
Leon eyed me once over.
“I’ll swim naked.” I grabbed the vest and fastened the straps over my bare breasts. Not since I was sixteen had I worn a bra.
Now it was he who did the gaping. I laughed to myself and shimmied to the edge of the metal. Sticking my hand in the water, it wasn’t cold or warm.
He reached for his life jacket, pulling it over him. It barely fit.
“You look silly. Like it’s made for a child.”
He glanced down at the tag. “Says adult.”
“You’re kinda big, Leon.”
“And you are beautiful, Mademoiselle.” He grinned at me.
Leon made my head spin. The waves and blistering sun didn’t help either.
Then he unzipped his pants. They fell by his feet. He’d gone commando.
My mouth felt dry.
His legs were thick. His cock was too. He wasn’t hard, but…I couldn’t imagine that as being what one would call soft either.
I gasped. Back in Miami, at the pool, I’d seen most of him. Well, not all of him. Leon Lartique was a sight so beautiful that I imagine no one could ever get used to staring at him. Every square inch of his body spoke magnificence.
For a nanosecond, I forgot what had brought us together and where we were. I closed my eyes, allowing the hot sun to take me over, if only for a minute….
Imagining we were back at his place, somewhere in France, maybe Marseille. Naked and aroused, we were in bed together.
“Mon chére, I want to make love,” Leon admitted.
“Me too.”
His tongue traced my lower lip before diving into my mouth. Leon’s right hand slid between my legs. Playfully at first, he touched me. We continued to kiss. Heat increasing, moving faster, his fingers sunk into me.
My breath quickened. Self-consciously I tried not to pant. I wanted to.
He licked at his hand. “You taste like a bonbon.”
“Do I?” I’d never tried a bonbon before. I wasn’t that big on sweets. I hadn’t tasted myself before either.
“Oui. Let’s get you nice and wet.” He pinched my clit sending a chill over my entire body. My nipples pebbled. “Touch yourself,” he instructed, as I caressed my breasts.
“Like this?” I asked, unfamiliar with being told what to do with my body.
“You are séduisante.” His hazel eyes widened. He spoke seduction.
“Thank you.” Like a horny girl who’d done this before (I hadn’t), I reached down and stroked his erection.
Then I remembered something that Vive had told me. “Honey, if you ever want to drive a man cray-cray in bed, you know get ‘em all sexually worked up till both of his heads are ready to explode—ya gotta express interest. Then without warning withdraw—act like you have better things to do than be in his arms.”
Taking her advice, I backed into the pillows, teasing him as if I could care less. I crossed my legs.
Leon sat up and grabbed at my knees. Making a tsk-tsk noise, he spread my legs wide. “I want you open for me. Always show me your beautiful pussy, mon chére.”
Vive’s tip had worked.
His jacked-up body framed mine. The head of his cock teased at my innocence. In the push-up position, he stared down at me. Leon was nothing but perfection.
“Fuck me.” I hissed in his ear.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes. I’m yours. Do whatever you want with me.”
“Mademoiselle, are you ready?” he asked again. The arousing tone of his voice faded.
I blinked. “Huh?” Damn, only a fantasy. For sure, this crash had made me loopy. Maybe I did have a concussion after all.
From the edge of the shrapnel, Leon stared at me. “We swim for a bit. If we get tired, we rest.”
“How?”
“Float on our backs. Hold hands.”
“What is this the Blue Lagoon?”
“Eh?”
“The movie? Brooke Shields?” He didn’t understand so I said, “Never mind.”
“See, if we drift too far. Then swim some more I may be able to pull you.”
“You’re not pulling me. I’ll be fine.” Without thinking a second longer, I jumped into the water.
Forget You SeaWorld!
“We have no effin’ clue where we are, maybe the Bermuda Triangle, feels more like some acid-induced trip to Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. Maybe that’s just my wishful thinking. Regardless, I couldn’t imagine getting stuck on Eden Island with anyone else, other than my besties. For my BFF Taddy Brill, her pickle wasn’t over the fact that we were separated and stranded in paradise. No siree! She’s got much bigger fish to fry.” —Lex Easton, rock-n-roll royalty, girlfriend to Ford Gotti, freshman at Columbia University
Wavegasm
Whatever hot dreamy state I was in over Leon, evaporated the second my feet left the barge. The saltwater blanketed every sore on my body.
The only ocean I swam in as a kid was the Sylt beaches near Germany. My parents had an estate there. The stormy tides of the North Sea hadn’t prepared me for this. These waters were deep. Legs stiffening in hopes my tippy toes might scrape sand or seaweed—I kicked forward to the right, nothing. Then back to the left. Only the dense ocean rested underneath. Damn.
“How deep is this water?”
“About a mile,” Leon guessed. From the look on his face, he admired me. “You are brave, Mademoiselle.”
“Get in,” I bossed.
Feet together, he raised his arms up over his head, revealing his muscular frame. Sweet Jesus, even his underarms were sexy. He dove in beautifully. The life jackets prevented us from going completely under for more than a few seconds. His head skimmed the surface.
“Leon, wait!” I paddled east to catch up with him. What a showman.
He reached out, grabbing me into him. We almost kissed. God, I wanted to.
I glanced back at the piece of the plane, it was gone.
“If you get tired, tell me. Do not play tough with me. Comprendre?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Taddy!” he said sternly.
Water gushed into my mouth. With an elegant turn of my head, I spit over my shoulder.
“I mean it. You get fatigued, let me know. P
romise? Or we go back to the barge and sit.”
“No. We can’t. It sank.” I splashed him.
His grip tightening, Leon’s face changed. “Do not be like that with me.”
“Like what?”
“All American—”
“What are you talking about?”
“I am not joking. You are my responsibility. I will not allow anything to happen to you.”
My heart melted. “Sorry. I promise. The second I get tired I’ll tell you.” I made a few strokes forward realizing the trip had been on my shoulders but now my life was on his. I didn’t know which felt worse. “How far do you think it is to Eden?”
“Hmm. Twenty miles. Maybe six hours of swimming.”
Leon and I didn’t talk. We couldn’t. All of our energy was spent on moving our bodies through the water.
Two hours must’ve passed, then another. The sun started to set.
My mind raced faster than my body could swim. I tried a few times to zone out and paddle forward. You know, get in that cardio trance where your breasts are jiggling, hair flying, and work the flip out.
Ugh. I counted every second. One, kicking my legs, two, lifting my right arm up, three, stroke, followed by left arm up, stroke.
No matter how hard I swam, my fears worsened. The water overwhelmed me. I could almost make out a thin sliver of land, way ahead of us, but it seemed far. I gotta ask. “Leon…”
He stopped and turned around to face me.
“Will we make Eden before dark?”
“No—”
“What are we gonna do?”
“The moonlight can guide us,” Leon replied in all seriousness. However to me, he sounded almost romantic. I had to put my mind into some state of fantasy. Otherwise I’d go nuts with the reality of what we were doing: swimming for our life. “Need a break?”
“Please.” I wasn’t as tired as I thought I’d be. If anything, my fears supercharged me.
He swam over, put his arms around me, and asked, “Thirsty?”
“Ah-huh, and hungry.” Let’s not forget horny.
“Me too.” Leon brushed up me. I could’ve sworn I felt— “Sorry,” he muttered in a low voice.
“I’m not.”
“What?”
“You’re fine.” Heck, you’re more than fine. Take me. Right here. Right now.