Secret Surrender (The Forever Book 2) Page 8

  “Oh.” I’d forgotten how famous Vincent was since our involvement. Our frequent interactions made him flesh and blood, real. It was easy to forget he was often under a watchful eye by the media.

  “Your sister’s very beautiful.”

  He paused, eyes seemingly far away, deep in thought. It was the same look he had when I first told him about Marty. “She’s a good girl. I’d like you to meet her sometime. I’m sure you two would get along well.”

  I wondered what Giselle was like. Was she basically a female version of Vincent? Perfect and charming?

  “Come on. Let’s do some spying.” Vincent put his arm around my shoulders and we headed out into the forest like a pair of adventurers.

  The rest of the morning passed in a flurry of bird sightings—ones I’d never seen before or seen only in nature magazines. Vincent played tour guide, giving me details about the different species on his island. We traded off on the binoculars and I whipped out my phone periodically to take pictures.

  We were hiding behind a bush, the sun bright overhead, when I spotted a familiar bird perched on a tree branch. “Whoa, that looks like a puffin but with a big ‘ole beak.”

  Vincent laughed. “It’s a toucan. Like the bird from those Fruit Loops commercials. Except this one is a Keel-billed Toucan.”

  We watched it groom itself, using its beak to preen its breast feathers. With its brightly colored coat and distinctively shaped head, it looked majestic.

  Vincent pointed and I saw another bird on a branch behind the grooming one that looked to be of the same species but considerably larger. The big one was closely watching the smaller one, bobbing its head up and down, shifting from side to side on the branch inspecting the smaller one from every angle. The grooming one didn’t seem to notice the sketchy behavior.

  “What’s that bird doing?” I whispered.

  “The one grooming is female and the other is male.”

  The female toucan continued going about her business while the male silently hopped from branch to branch, edging closer to the female without her noticing. The female turned her head to preen at the feathers on her back and I thought she’d spot the male, but the male cleverly jumped to another branch out of sight as if anticipating her movements. Before long, the male made it to the same branch as the female, inched closer, then suddenly jumped on top of her. The female squealed and fluttered her wings but the male kept her steady with his strong claws.

  “Whoa,” I said, my finger clicking the shutter on my cell phone camera. “Is that big bird humping the little one?”

  “It’s called a cloacal kiss,” he said. “Birds have an orifice on their backside called a cloaca for reproduction. They touch their cloacae together and the male deposits sperm into the female. In some species, it only takes a few seconds.”

  “Sounds kind of anticlimactic,” I mused, snapping another picture.

  “I guess it depends on the birds. I’m sure it’s that way with some humans as well.” He grinned.

  “Not with us. It’s a very long and hard process.” I turned my camera to snap a picture of him.

  He smiled. “With lots of climaxes.”

  “For sure. At least on the female’s end.”

  “The female is what’s important. The male has to win her over.”

  “Like some kind of challenge?”

  He shook his head. “Because she’s worth the pursuit.”

  “You could always try sneaking up and mounting the female like the birds do.” I pointed to the toucans. The female had calmed down and become receptive to the male humping her.

  “You think that would work?”

  I smiled mischievously at him. “Catch me and find out.”

  He wrapped his arms around my waist and I playfully struggled to get free though I knew it was futile. “I got you.”

  “No fair,” I said. “You have to give me a head start. Close your eyes and count to a hundred.”

  “There’s steep slopes and sharp rocks on this island. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

  “You’re sweet, Vincent. But I think my fragile female body can handle a frolick in the woods.”

  “Okay, Kitten.” He smiled, releasing his hold on me. “I’m game.” He cupped his hands over his eyes then started counting.

  I dashed off, zipping through the dense trees and hurdling over small bushes. I could hear the sound of his numbers growing distant.

  “One hundred,” he said, voice faint. “Here I come.”

  A few minutes later, I heard his footsteps crunching against leaves nearby and I ducked behind a large brush. I thought he’d find me but he walked right past the brush, calling out my name. I picked up a small branch from the ground and threw it in a different direction. He headed off toward the sound of the branch thumping against the ground and I had to keep my hand against my mouth to stop myself from laughing. I was amused I could outsmart billionaire Vincent Sorenson.

  Once he was out of sight, I made my getaway in the opposite direction. I was having fun eluding him. I hadn’t played coy last night, but today was different.

  I’d planned on setting out in one direction but a series of large trees and shrubberies caused me to make several small, winding detours. After a while, I wasn’t sure if I was still going in the same direction. Eventually, I realized I had no idea where I was going. I started to head back the way I came but stopped at a large scraggly tree, it’s branches resembling gnarled tentacles—the distinct appearance was very memorable. If I was tracing back my steps, I should’ve spotted this tree before. Why hadn’t I seen it before? Where was I? Vincent had said this island wasn’t large but it seemed pretty big. I couldn’t get a decent sense of my bearings because the thick foliage prevented seeing very far. I was starting to suspect I was lost.

  I heard a rushing sound in the distance and having no better option, decided to track down its origin.

  I came into a clearing and realized I was staring at the base of a waterfall. Water rushed from fifty feet high down to a large basin below that streamed out in rivulets to what I imagined was the Caribbean Sea at some point.

  In awe, I stepped closer and perched on a smooth rock beside the edge of the pool and stared at the clear water below. There were a few colorful fish swimming that resembled Koi but smaller. I got on all fours and bent low to dip my hand in the water to try to touch one of them.

  “Nice view,” a voice said behind me.

  Huh?

  Strong hands gripped my waist from behind and a hard surface bumped into my backside.

  I gasped and nearly fell into the water but the hands kept me stabilized. I twisted my neck to see Vincent behind me, his hips flush against my buttocks.

  “You found me,” I cried.

  He smiled. “If you’re ever lost, I’ll find you.”

  Eager for a dip in the cool water, I pulled off my shirt and the rest of my clothes. “You haven’t caught me yet,” I said, jumping into the water nude to swim away from him. The basin was shallower than I expected because I was able to touch the floor with my toes when the water reached my nose.

  Mischievous smile on his face, he removed his own clothes and cannonballed in after me.

  I swam toward the base of the waterfall and almost made it there when Vincent caught up to me. He gripped my waist and turned my body to face him then he kissed me deeply.

  Laughing and smiling, we swam to the base of the waterfall and behind it. There was a small enclosure in the rock like a shallow cave, large enough to comfortably fit two wet bodies. Vincent picked me up out of the water and sat me on the smooth stone ledge then gripped the edge beside me and pulled himself up.

  “This is a hidden spot on my island,” he said, the steady sound of water splashing in front of us. “You’d almost found it on your own.”

  “Are you secretly a pirate? And you keep your treasure back here?”

  He raised his hand to my face and brushed his fingertips along my cheek. “You’re my treasure.”

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sp; I blushed. “You’re always so smooth,” I said softly. I reached to brush a wet strand away from his eyes so I could better appreciate the full handsomeness of his features.

  His dark gaze intensified and his voice lowered intimately. “I may not be a pirate, but I’d still like to plunder your booty.”

  “Wow. So corny.” I laughed. “I think I might have to take back what I just said.”

  “Couldn’t help it. You made it too easy.” He grinned. “But seriously, you have a very nice bottom.” His hand reached around my waist to cup the back of my thigh and I leaned backward against the cold stone and lifted my leg to allow him to cup my buttocks. The stone was hard, but the position was comfortable.

  “I guess that answers that then,” I said.

  He positioned himself between my legs and shifted over me, nipple rings dangling above my breasts. Water trickled down his bare torso forming droplets at the base of his abs that fell onto my sex. “Answers what?”

  “The question of whether you’re an ‘ass’ guy or a ‘tits’ guy.”

  “Why does it have to be one or the other? I like both. And everything around and in between.”

  I shrugged. “Don’t ask me. I don’t make the rules.”

  He squeezed my butt cheek and his lips curved upward. “Then let me show you how I break them.”

  He tilted his head and his mouth sealed over mine. His tongue slipped inside running long leisurely licks along my own tongue.

  I could feel his thick member growing warm and stiffening against my thigh. My sex responded in its own way.

  He brushed my wet hair away from my forehead and planted his lips there. “I like your head. It’s beautiful, smart, and has wonderful thoughts.”

  “I’m flattered,” I hummed. The water crashing around us contrasted sharply with the coziness of this little cave.

  He moved slightly lower. I closed my eyes and felt his supple lips delicately kiss my eyelid. “Your eyes. Vivid and sharp.”

  I murmured approval, enjoying the tender words and intimate gesture.

  He kissed my mouth again. “Your lips. Soft and firm.”

  My breathing quickened and I could feel my body throb against the wet stone.

  He moved to my chest, sucking tender flesh into his mouth causing me to arch my back and moan softly. “Your breasts. Shapely and alluring.”

  I reached to tenderly touch his cheek and he kissed my hand. “Your hands. Warm and gentle.”

  He trailed light kisses down to my bellybutton. “Your stomach. Grumbles when it’s hungry.”

  I giggled.

  Then his head went between my legs. “Your cunt. Sweet and greedy.” He kissed my clitoris then flicked his tongue rapidly against it. I exhaled deeply and licked my lips. Vincent was an expert at oral stimulation and I’d welcome his mouth there any day.

  I thought he’d remain there but he pushed my legs back with his hands and went even lower.

  His lips kissed at sensitive skin and I puckered at the sensation. “Your ass. Round and juicy.”

  Then I felt something soft and moist nudging the entrance. It was unexpected and I didn’t have time to prepare myself. “What are you doing, Vincent? I’ve never—Oh!”

  His tongue brushed light circles around the rim, wetting the entrance with his saliva. I’d never tried anything back there before not even on my own. I’d been curious but I was too afraid it would hurt.

  “Vincent,” I breathed, unsure if I wanted him to continue despite the pleasure rippling from where his tongue contacted my skin.

  “Relax, Kitten. I’ve got you.”

  I wiggled my legs and tightened my core as Vincent steadily explored my bottom with his tongue and lips. Eventually, I finally relaxed. That’s when his tongue was able to slip inside. His finger entered my pussy at the same time and I crossed my legs together tightly to control the pleasure. My feet found the low-hanging roof of the cave and I was able to press my toes against it to keep my legs up.

  “Feels too good,” I moaned. I bucked my pelvis into his finger and into his tongue. Each movement left me feeling full on one end and empty in the other. The seesawing pleasure coursing through my body was driving me over the edge. My hips became more desperate, my cries of lust more profane.

  “You’re making me so hard,” he grunted.

  He added another finger into my pussy and rammed me faster. I shattered on the rocks like the water crashing around us. My feet lost their grip on the roof and my legs came down, resting on Vincent’s sculpted shoulders.

  “I want you inside me, Vincent,” I panted, eager for that feeling of fullness only he could give me.

  He frowned. “We have to go back to the cabin. I didn’t bring any protection with me.”

  I swallowed hard before speaking. “I’m clean, Vincent. Are you?”

  His brows narrowed. “Yes but—”

  “I trust you. I’m on the pill. Do you trust me?”

  His eyes lit. “Yes.”

  “Then let’s do it. Here. Right now.”

  “Are you sure? I want this Kristen, but I don’t want you to have regrets.”

  I nodded. “I’m sure. I want this. I want to feel you inside me with nothing separating us.”

  “Oh Kristen.”

  He tilted his head and sealed his mouth over mine.

  I reached for his erection—which was as hard as the stone against my back—and used the swollen tip to rub against my clitoris. He groaned into my mouth.

  I aligned the tip with my entrance and he slowly entered, allowing me to savor the feeling of every bare inch spreading my throbbing sex. Deeper he dove, stretching sensitive flesh, firing raw nerves in his wake, leaving me mindless and breathless.

  “You feel so good,” he cried, his mouth trembling by my ear.

  His thrusts were so deep. My body felt impossibly full. I gripped the muscles of his back tightly but careful not to scratch him with my fingernails this time. “Vincent, you’re so hot inside me.”

  “I can feel my blood rushing,” he groaned. “It’s because of you, Kristen.”

  Our bodies were so close, his hard pecs flat against my breasts. I could feel his heartbeat through his chest, the strong beats vibrating through me, making my own chest beat harder. “I want you so bad it hurts. Don’t stop.”

  He drove into me. Again and again. Shaky breaths escaping both our lips each time he hit the back of my sex. “I can’t stop.”

  Our wet bodies collided over and over again. Our mouths and tongues twisted and tangled in clashing harmony. He plundered my depths and took what he wanted. I opened myself and gave him everything he desired, lost in senseless pleasure.

  His thrusts became more urgent, his expression more desperate.

  “I’m coming, Kristen,” he groaned painfully.

  “Come inside me, Vincent.” I dared him with my hips and coaxed him with my fingers digging into his firm backside.

  “Oh fuck!”

  A wave of heat seared my insides as I felt him violently spurt inside me, filling me to a depth I’d never felt before both physically and emotionally. He continued pumping his hips, shouting curses, emptying more of himself. I clenched around him, squeezing every last drop of desire out of him and into me. I wanted him. All of him.

  He collapsed on top of me, panting, surrendering. I enjoyed the feel of his weight against me, crushing me tenderly.

  ***

  Once we were back at the cabin, we decided to take Vincent’s boat over to St. Lucia to grab lunch and basic supplies for the cabin. After our morning activities, I was as relaxed and happy as I could remember. Being with Vincent was both comfortable and exciting at the same time. I could scarcely believe how well things were working out between us.

  We walked from the cabin to the beach and boarded the Pier Pleasure. He was wearing a light blue linen shirt with the top few buttons unbuttoned and gray shorts of a similar fabric, with flip flops and Oakley sunglasses completing the look.

  Untying the boat from the
dock, the muscles in his arms and chest bulged beneath his shirt. More and more, watching him do any physical activity made me think of the way he looked naked.

  After starting the engine, Vincent directed us on a beeline straight for the main island. He looked confident and collected piloting the boat, taking the waves in stride. As the wind and ocean spray blew through his wavy blond hair, he resembled something out of a movie. His face radiated focused intensity directed toward the task at hand; he was soaking this experience in and making sure we didn’t have any mishaps.

  For all that, I was white-knuckled next to him. He hadn’t gone this fast our first time, and it felt pretty close to out of control to me. This was worse than a New York City taxi. I didn’t know how fast we were going but it felt like a hundred miles per hour easy.

  I had to ask. “How fast are we going?” I yelled over the wind.

  Rather than respond immediately, Vincent gave the wheel a sharp turn. I screamed as the boat veered to the left and rolled in the same direction. For a second I thought the boat would flip, but it stabilized, and I was surprised at how exhilarated I felt as I settled into feeling the movement. Before we had even completed a circle, I realized I was having fun. Vincent’s addiction to this kind of adrenaline rush was making more sense the longer I knew him.

  Once we were pointed back at the island, Vincent eased the throttle down to almost nothing. “What did you say?” he asked, smiling.

  It took me a minute to remember what that question had even been. “How fast was the boat going earlier?”

  He shrugged. “Probably forty or so. I wasn’t paying close attention. Nothing too crazy.”

  I had driven at a higher speed on the highway, but traveling on the water felt much faster than going a similar speed on land. “It felt crazy to me.”

  “Have you done much boating before?”

  I shook my head. “Nope.”

  He nodded. “It’s like a lot of things. At first it seems totally out of control, but most things that seem dangerous usually aren’t too bad when you’re with someone who knows what they’re doing. Fact is, you’d have to be a really bad driver to flip this boat in these conditions.”