The Billionaire and His Castaway(5)

I stroke myself in long, tight movements, imagining it’s what the inside of her little curvy body will feel like. I feel myself swell and throb as I get closer to climax.

And in my mind she’s right across from me when her full, pink lips part and she smiles at me. Her whole face lights up, and she looks as if she’s in love. She’s looking at me like I feel for her, and the moment is too perfect.

I cum in the shower, letting the thick seed roll down my shaft and over my hand. I keep pumping to the image of her smile, and the pleasure that runs through me isn’t enough. My hand is unsatisfying, but it’s better than nothing. When it comes Madeline, I think the only thing that will ever be enough is when I finally have her under me.

I finish up in the shower and get out, thinking the cold shower was counterproductive. Once I’m out, I dry off and head to the bed. Throwing back the sheets, I climb in naked and lie on my back, looking up at the ceiling.

I go over the plans in my head for tomorrow, and though I should feel a little guilty, I can’t seem to find anywhere inside me that does. I would do anything to have Madeline. Tomorrow, I cross a line I won’t ever be able to uncross, but I hope that, for the both of us, it’s the right decision.





Chapter Three





Madeline




I stare at myself in the full-length mirror and debate my choice of swimsuit. I brought two with me. The first is a simple one-piece black swimsuit. I’ve owned it for a few years, but it’s comfortable. The second one is a white two-piece that I’d picked up before coming here. A last-minute grab to remind myself why I’m taking this trip.

I’m here to find myself. Try something new and have an adventure. Not be the normal me who just goes through the day-to-day motions doing what I thought I should be doing, because that was what I had been doing. Never wanting to be too much trouble for anyone. I am thankful for my brothers and all they have done for me. I am always trying to make sure I don’t do anything to upset them or further interfere in their lives. Heck, I still ask myself if they would’ve opened a security firm back in New York if it wasn’t for my parents passing. Someone had to come home and take care of me. I hated thinking that I might have made them leave something behind to do something that they hadn’t wanted to. That’s why I picked a college I knew they would feel safe and happy with. I knew it was where Mark, my eldest brother, wanted me to go. It was close to home, and it was an all-girls school, so I went.

But now we we’re all old enough. I don’t want to be anyone’s burden anymore. I also want to step out of the little box I’ve let myself be put in. It’s a pretty box, one I’ll always be thankful for, but I want out. I want a life of my own choosing.

I turn a little, eyeing the mirror. The lady at the swimsuit shop promised me that the white wouldn’t go all see-through when water hit it, but I’m a little more worried about the strap around my neck giving way and my boobs popping out. I look sexy, I think to myself. More like a woman than an innocent girl.

Maybe I’ll get to lose some of the innocence before this trip is over. Kenton’s face pops in my head again, making me groan. I head back to my luggage and dig out things I might need today for the outing I planned at the front desk, putting the items into a small waterproof bag.

That man just can’t seem to stay out of my head. After I’d come back to my room last night and eaten, I’d tossed and turned for a few hours before sleep finally took me, only for him to find me in my dreams. The man is maddening. And yet a thought kept popping into my head.

If Kenton is just trying to get in my pants because I’d rebuffed him and he sees me as a challenge, maybe I could do the same. Maybe I could find a way to emotionally detach myself so I could use him back. He could be my fling. The thought pushes strong on me. Before Kenton, I couldn’t even bring one person to mind in whom I’d shown even a slight interest. Even the bartender last night when I thought he was flirting with me, it was flattering, but still that spark wasn’t there.

Maybe I’m one of the girls who likes jerks. Just my luck. Grabbing my bag off the bed, I pick up my cell and power it on. The screen lights up, showing twenty voice mail messages and sixty texts. All from my brothers. Might as well do it all at once, so I call the leader of the pack.

Mark picks up before the phone can even ring fully.

“Where are you?” he shouts into the phone in a tone I’ve never heard him use with me before. I freeze for a second and hear him take a depth breath. “Maddie, I mean, are you okay?” His voice softens just a little, but I can tell it’s forced.