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“I’ve been trying to catch fish, but with no luck. I’ll try again tomorrow, but we may also need to scour the island for animals. It might be our only hope.” The grim look on Rafe’s face scared the hell out of India.

Did they survive the plane crash only to starve to death?





Grant woke with a hard-on like nobody’s business. India’s face was pressed against his chest and her arm locked around his waist. Rafe was molded against her back, snoring soundly.

Grant wanted to wake her up and sample some more of that tight pussy, but he knew India needed her rest. The sun was starting to peak into the cave. He couldn’t remain where he lay, otherwise he would end up flipping her on her back and fucking her senseless.

Fighting the urge to do just that, he slowly detangled himself from her and pulled away. He’d slipped his clothes back on in the middle of the night, not because of the cold, but because having his bare dick nestled against India’s cunt would have been torturous. He gave the sleeping pair one last look before getting to his feet.

From the looks of it, they would be out a little longer. Noticing the fire burning out, he threw some wood into the ashy heap, until the flames were healthy once again.

What he needed was a good wash. His face itched like hell and Grant wished he had some razors to cut off his beard. He felt like Grizzly Adams although he was far from that point yet. Grant couldn’t wait to get back to civilization. He didn’t let the fact that they hadn’t seen a boat or plane after all the time they’d been here discourage him. He had to keep believing they’d be rescued or else they might as well all give up on living right then and there. He’d been though too much to let things end like this.

Once he made it to the waterfall and stripped, Grant waded to the water until he was waist deep. It was cold, but at least it killed his erection. Being alone gave him time to think about last night’s events. India had been so responsive and ready for both of them. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt so whole during the act of lovemaking.

In India, he and Rafe had found the void Angie couldn’t fill. Now it was only a matter of convincing India that what the three of them shared was more than just sex. From the things she’d let slip in conversation, he gathered her past was painful. Perhaps she hadn’t suffered the physical and mental abuse he and Rafe had, but every now and then, he’d catch a glimpse of sadness in those doe brown eyes, making him want to take her in his arms. There was still so much he wanted to learn about her and he had every intention of doing so.

Grant splashed water over his body and wet his hair, staying in the icy pool until he couldn’t stand it any longer. When he stepped out of the water, he noticed a familiar looking plant. The closer he drew to it, his certainty increased.

Aloe.

Not only would it help with the mosquito bites and patches of sunburn, if worse came to worse, the gel inside was edible. A smile tugged the corners of his lips. It would also make a very nice lubricant.

He made a mental note to pick some before he went back to camp. The very idea of sliding his dick between her cheeks, past her tight anal ring, made his cock hard.

Grant found himself in the same predicament he’d woken up in. He palmed his cock, trying to get his body under control once again. Circling his shaft with his fingers, he pumped it in frantic motions. No woman had ever driven him to such a blistering need. It would be sheer agony until he had her again.

Closing his eyes, he attempted to soothe the beast within.

A soft gasp brought his eyes back open. Standing on the edge of the water was India, and her eyes flashed with naked, unashamed lust.





Stranded





Chapter Ten


India had woken up feeling bereft, as if something was missing. That something had turned out to be someone. Grant. Over the past few days she’d grown accustomed to sleeping in between Rafe and Grant and she missed his warmth. Unable to get back to sleep, she got up and decided to head to the waterfall to wash. She figured Grant was out searching for food.

She didn’t think she’d stumble upon him standing at the edge of the water, stroking his cock. He was a magnificent specimen. Grant wasn’t as hairy as Rafe, but he was a bit more cut, from his sculpted pectorals to his washboard stomach down to his narrow waist and hips. And dear Lord, his cock was huge. She didn’t have much of a chance to get a good look at it the night before, but in the light of day she found herself salivating.

Grant looked at her like a deer caught in the headlights. He dropped his hand and moved to grab his pants.

“Don’t.” She walked over to him. “I don’t want you to stop.”