Page 33 of Wild for You
“Open wide.” My eyes crinkle as I try to hold in my laugh.
To my delight, she opens up and lets me feed her the oyster. I place the slimy creature in her mouth, and she sucks it from my fingers, rolling her tongue around my finger after.
“You know,” she chews it for a moment and swallows, “it reminds me of something … but I can’t quite put my finger on it.”
Well, I guess that backfired. I turn my back to the camera, so she doesn’t catch sight of my erection on film, and I grab another oyster, this time for bait. “It’s the first cast of the morning, my favorite time of day,” I call over my shoulder.
We collect a few more oysters for breakfast and keep the rest to use as bait, which we’ll use to catch smaller fish to also use as bait.
“How is that not bait? Why do we need to catch more?” Gwen asks.
And I know she didn’t mean to set me up so perfectly, but damn, we really work well together. “The oysters will only attract these small fish, which aren’t very good for eating.” I hold up the fish, showing the camera. “See, there really isn’t much meat there, so if we use smaller fish as bait, we can catch something bigger that will sustain us and be better worth our time and energy.” I collect the small fish into one of the baskets, then dip the basket in water to keep them fresh. “Of course, we’ll have to find some deeper water if we want to catch bigger fish.”
Luckily, I’ve scouted out this side of the island and have a pretty good idea of where I want to try to fish, so we turn off the camera and make our hike.
Gwen trudges along behind me, wearing mismatched flip-flops I found on the beach. Her leather platform sandals have long been destroyed, so we’ve made do the best we could. Though she isn’t complaining, I know after the mile trek, she’s got to be in pain.
“How are you holding up back there?” I call over my shoulder.
She grunts in response, and when I peer back, I can see the pain in her eyes. I want so badly to scoop her up, to carry her the rest of the way, so she doesn’t feel any pain or have to work for anything. But I know if I want any chance of finding us help, she’ll need to handle this. So I go against everything in me. “Buck up, buttercup. What was all that stiletto talk back there?”
She flips me the bird, and we continue our trek to the sounds of Gwen’s grunts and swearing.
We finally reach the deeper water, but we’re on a cliff of sorts. We need to climb down to the lower rock if we want any chance of catching something with the rod. I assess the routes we could take, all of which are covered in loose sharp stones. There’s no way she’ll make it down there without slicing something open, and we don’t have time for an injury setback.
“Hey, Gwenny!” I say in my most charming voice. “How good of a swimmer are you?”
Her eyebrows pull together as she looks around the rock as if searching for a nearby swimming pool. She most certainly isn’t thinking what I’m thinking.
“Why?” she draws the word out skeptically.
I catch sight of her cut-up feet and wince. The cuts aren’t too deep, so she’ll be fine, but I need to find her better footwear soon. I rub my palms together and grin. I turn the camera on and bend down, so I’m in the frame. I could really get used to talking to Gwen’s tits while filming. I think it’s my new favorite thing. “Ok, Dubbies, Gwenny here won’t be able to climb down the rocks safely, so I’ve got a little surprise for her.” I walk backward, guiding her by her shoulders toward the cliff's edge. “Do you trust me?” I grin ear to ear.
Once she realizes what I have in mind, she tries to bolt, but I catch her around the waist, angling the camera toward the ocean, and whisper in her ear, “Come on, baby, do it for the viewers. I promise I’ll be right there to pull you up.”
“Fuck the viewers! I’m not jumping off a cliff for reality television!” She’s kicking now, fighting me with every ounce of her strength, and I can’t help but laugh because it’s really not that far, and it’s actually the safest way to get her down there.
“Ok, ok, just relax. I won’t make you jump.” I set her down, and as soon as her feet touch the rocky ground, I shove her as hard as I can off the cliff, ensuring she lands in the deep water underneath.
Gwen screams like a banshee until I hear her body splash in the water. I wait a moment for her head to pop above the water’s surface, and then I rush down the steep rocky cliff to rescue my girl. I have a feeling she’s going to make me pay for that, and I can’t say I’m not excited to see her feisty side come out again. I’ve come to realize that feisty Gwen is my favorite person on this island, and that says a lot because I think pretty highly of myself.
“You bastard! I could have died!” Her flushed face is bright red, and the water is so clear I can see her tiny bikini shifting beneath the surface with every wave. She’s struggling to keep her head above the water, her arms flailing, and I’m not really sure what her feet are doing, but I wouldn’t call itswimming.
“I thought you said you could swim!” I scold her, half laughing but half concerned. She’s several feet away from the rock, and as the waves crash around her, she’s drifting farther away from me.
“No, you asked me if I was a good swimmer, and I said ‘Why’!” she yells before her head goes underwater from a wave.
I wait a moment for her head to pop back up. “You swim like shit! What’s with the doggy-paddle bullshit? Kick your fucking legs!”
I see the puzzled look on her face like she’s trying to think through the movements, and another wave crashes over her head.
This time, I stand up, shed my backpack and shirt, and dive in to retrieve her. It takes me several minutes before I reach her, and when I do, I pull her to me, keeping her head above the water. Her lips are trembling, not from the cool temperature but from fear, and I feel like the biggest asshole alive.
“Come here, baby.” I pull her into my arms and plant a kiss on her temple. “Gwen, look at me.” I wrap her legs around my waist, so she doesn’t have to work while I keep us afloat. “I’m sorry. I thought you were a better swimmer, and I never would’ve pushed you if I knew.” I hug her to my chest, pressing her body tight against mine as our hearts beat in unison. “I’m so fucking sorry. I feel like such a dick.”
She nods, tucking her head back into the crease of my neck and squeezing me around my chest. I spin her around, so she’s on my back as I swim to the rock. I don’t even bother to lift her onto it. I just climb the rock with her on my back.
When I sit on the edge, she shoves her face between her knees, and I don’t have to look to know she’s crying.
