Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“Not in the least,” I say in a stout tone. “In fact, I look forward to it. But wait – are you going to share me with your friends?” I ask, suddenly feeling nervous. “Because I’m not sure I can. It’s just too much. I think.”
Drake looks thoughtful.
“Sharing women is something that happens on Deux,” he acknowledges in a diplomatic tone. “But I won’t if you don’t want to be shared.”
I shoot him a look.
“Wait, there are other women on the island? And they’re shared? Meaning they service multiple men?”
He shrugs.
“There are a few women here right now. Okay, more than a few. We have some women who yes, for the most part, are passed around and used as sexy playthings by the men of Deux. But you don’t have to if you don’t want to. In fact, I’d prefer it if you didn’t because I enjoyed claiming you too much, Strawberry. I’d hate knowing that your holes are going to be filled and stretched by multiple dudes.”
I get up and cross the small room to throw my arms around his bronzed shoulders before tilting my face up for a kiss. It’s amazing how familiar we are with one another, even if we just met.
“Then don’t,” I whisper, looking into those devastating blue eyes. “Don’t share me. I don’t want to be passed around, and you don’t want it either. I belong to only you, Drake.”
He nods, his azure eyes darkening.
“You do belong to me, Strawberry,” he intones, encircling my waist before dropping one hand down to squeeze a buttock firmly. “But you should know that life on the island is different for women. It’s not all fun and games.”
I cock my head playfully.
“You could say that again. I mean, what just happened is testament to that statement.”
He grins.
“Yeah, you’re right. But it’s different in ways you can’t envision, Straw. Women here don’t stay long for the most part.”
I stare, my heart pounding.
“Meaning what? And how long is long? After all, I’m supposed to get back at some point. My parents will come looking for me. At least, I think they will.”
I don’t add that I’m engaged to a stranger as part of an arranged marriage set up by Amity and Andrew. But Drake won’t give me a straight answer. Instead, a shadow crosses his handsome features as he looks down, fidgeting with the cup in his hand.
“It’s not what you think, Strawberry. The woman situation is more complicated than it looks.”
“This entire experience has been more complicated than I expected,” I say with a playful smile. “Way more. Way beyond what anyone would ever imagine.”
He looks down again, smiling a slightly sad smile.
“Yes, but it’s different in ways that you can’t anticipate, Strawberry,” he says. “I’m sorry. I wish I could say more.”
I want to ask, but stop myself because there’s something bothering Drake. An issue is pulling at his heart, and I want to know what it is. Somehow, this man and I have bonded even though we just met, and the things that drive him crazy, or make him sad, happy, or angry, are important to me. I want to know everything about Drake, including where he’s from, how he developed his anatomy, and how these men came to populate a mysterious island in the middle of nowhere. But now is not the time and before I can ask, Drake smiles and holds out the cup to me.
“Here,” he says. “You must be parched. After all, I put you through some acrobatics earlier today.”
I giggle, taking the cup from his hand.
“You did,” I acknowledge. “And I expect more fireworks, by the way. Just because you had me once doesn’t mean it’s over!”
The handsome fisherman smiles again, his eyes roving over my features as if trying to memorize them.
“Beautiful Strawberry,” he murmurs, one big hand reaching out to push unruly red locks off my forehead. “I will always know you.” His gesture is tender, and such sadness permeates his tone that I want to ask what’s wrong. But then drowsiness overcomes my frame, and Drake can tell. He lowers his head for a devastating kiss before helping me back over to the bed.
“Drake?” I murmur. “Wake me up when it’s time for more.”
“I will, Strawberry,” he replies in a gentle tone.
“Promise?”
“I promise,” he says. Then, I exhale with contentment, closing my eyes because this mysterious man makes me so happy … and there’s only the anticipation of more to come.
CHAPTER 12
Amy
I wake to the weak morning light streaming through the curtains of my bedroom. Disorientation makes me blink. What in the world happened? Where am I? But slowly, it all comes back. I was on a hike, and I stumbled upon a hidden island set in the middle of a no-name lake. I met a beautiful man there named Drake who has two dicks, and he took me in my pussy and ass as a part of a special ceremony. It felt amazing, and we both came like hurricanes as he filled me with his seed.