Page 15 of No Escape

Chapter Five

“Rise and shine, angel.”

“Go away!” She moaned in obvious protest, and tried to yank the blanket over her head but it was caught beneath him. Clint grinned.

“It can’t possibly be time to get up, we just went to bed. It isn’t even light out, for goodness sake,” she mumbled in protest. “Can’t you see that?” She thrust her buttocks against him as if trying to move him.

Clint clenched his teeth when her ass came in contact with a part of his body that had been hard and hungry all night. Thanks to her! The memory of her reaching fulfillment and leaving him to suffer prompted him into slapping her on the behind. It was clear she was going to ignore what happened.

“Up, now!” He repeated grumpily. “I’d like to sleep in too, but we have a lot of fucking miles to cover today.” He moved away from her.

She slowly turned and faced him, rubbing her bottom. By then Clint was sitting with his back against the tree. He ran his hands through his short hair and grinned at the look of anger on her flushed face. For a moment, he was mesmerized by the sparkle in her eyes.

“Just be glad this isn’t a normal bed, or you’d find yourself on the floor right now,” she warned mildly, and tried to move. “Oh, God!” she swore, falling back against the tree with an agonized groan. “There isn’t any place that isn’t stiff and sore.”

Clint watched her with lazy interest as she gradually moved into a sitting position. His mind kept drifting back to the few hours before, remembering how eager and hot she’d been with his fingers buried inside her. She’d gone off like the Fourth of July fireworks, making him wonder when the last time was that she’d been with a man.

Another moan escaped her parted lips and Clint shook his head to clear it. “Where do you hurt?”

She tried several stretches in an attempt to loosen up. “Everywhere!” She admitted, rolling her head to stretch her neck. Even he heard the pop when her neck cracked. She released a small sound of pain.

“You’re not in very good shape. You might be put together nicely, but you’re soft all over.”

Her face turned red at his unflattering back-handed compliment, but she didn’t argue with him. “Thanks a lot. Can’t you see I’m in agony? You might do this for a living but I live in a civilized world where this kind of thing only happens in books and on TV. Why are we up so early anyway?”

“It’ll be completely daylight in a few minutes. I want to get an early start. In case you’re under the delusion this is a vacation, we have a hellish couple of days ahead us. The only thing we have going for us is that we’re heading away from the beach, which might buy us some time.”

“Why is that a good thing?” she asked, arching her back.

“They’ll assume we’ll be leaving the island by boat, so that’s the first place they’ll look for us.” Clint paused briefly, watching the way her full tits thrust forward, and then something in her eyes flickered before she lowered her gaze. He knew she was remembering his fingers inside her. “Come here. I’ll work some of the kinks out.”

She stared at him with distrust. Last night, she’d been exhausted and willing to trust him, but this morning she didn’t seem as eager. What was she afraid of, another mind blowing orgasm? When her eyes moved to his hands, he wondered what she was thinking.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“You didn’t mind my hands on you a few hours ago.”

Her eyes rounded and a deep blush colored her face. She groaned. “I thought I was dreaming.” Her tone clearly said she wished she had been.

Clint chuckled. “Not fucking hardly angel.” He brought his hand up to his nose. “I can still smell you on my fingers.”

“Do you have to be so crude?”

Her eyes were fire bright and Clint had the feeling she was holding back from flying at him with her nails out. Crude was the only way he knew, and she tended to bring out the beast in him, even while making him want her. Seeing her grimace in pain reminded him what they’d been talking about.

“Come on. I don’t bite much.” He spread his legs to make room for her and patted the bark between his thighs. “I can make you feel better.”

Sarah glanced at the space between his legs before raising her gaze to his. “Said the wolf to Little Red Riding Hood.”

Clint shrugged his shoulders at her hesitation. “It’s your loss, angel. I can’t make you trust me. It’s no skin off my back if you want to suffer all day.” He started to get to his feet.

“Oh, all right!” She quickly scooted over to settle in front of him. “Against my better judgment.”

Clint grinned. She was sitting as straight as an arrow and looked as tight as a bowstring. You’d have thought he was asking to pull her teeth. Maybe she was frigid, unless she was half asleep and too numb with exhaustion to question what was being done to her. He moved the heavy fall of her tangled hair and chuckled to himself when he found mud caked around her neck.

As soon as Clint put his hands on her, she tensed like he knew she would, but then she surprised him by purring like a kitten being stroked. He began at her neck and shoulders, working the kinks out while making a gradual descent down her spine. He knew exactly where to touch her and how much pressure to apply to loosen the knots. He was going to push her to exhaustion once they got on their feet, but if things went according to plan, she was in for a nice treat at the end of the day.

Maybe if he was lucky he’d get a treat, too. His cock jumped with excitement at the thought of sinking into her tight pussy. Shit! He better concentrate on getting them off the island alive and worry about his own needs later.

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