Page 13 of Not So Stranded
Maybe he wouldn’t leave the island.
Oh, good god, there he went falling hard and fast yet again! The cum wasn’t even dry yet and he was head over heels. Well, technically it couldn’t dry since it had come out of all three of them underwater but whatever, that wasn’t the point! He couldn’t keep leaping before he looked.
Not leave the island—ha! He wasn’t some seventeenth-century pirate or daring Victorian explorer. Definitely not Robinson Crusoe! So, no, he wouldn’t be spending the rest of his life on this island just so he could keep getting the best fucking of his life.
He could pretend to—No, stop it! Just be normal for once.
“That was incredible,” he said where he lounged against Hiaka.
Only when he looked back did he realize he’d interrupted them kissing. But they both smiled at him—Hiaka sweetly, and Zenori genuinely. Kit was impressed all over again that they could open their relationship to include him.
“How was having your cock inside him?” Zenori was starting to sound like a scientist.
Hiaka giggled. “Wonderful, of course.”
“Pretty sure you’ve both ruined me for human men,” Kit said with a hand up like he was testifying.
That got him a hug—two hugs—from a whole lot of tentacles, and he realized he was literally encased in them from shoulders to ankles. He raised an arm out of the water and saw a tentacle wound around him, suckers holding on tightly. Would he have marks? Oh, yes, he would. The tentacle unwound to reveal rows of round red marks circling his arm.
“Oops,” Hiaka said, “I guess I held on a little too tightly.”
Kit opened his mouth to say he didn’t mind, but Zenori must’ve been the one wrapped around his left leg because now they raised it up to look at. Kit laughed at the sucker marks all over his thigh.
“I don’t mind,” he said and tried to see his chest just beneath the surface. “Though it’s a good thing no one’s around to wonder why I look like I was wrestling an octopus.”
Zenori tsked at him. “We’re far superior to octopuses.”
Kit chuckled his agreement and relaxed back against Hiaka who was still not letting go.
Chapter 6
After two days of phenomenal sex, Kit remembered that he was still trapped on an island with no way to leave. That very sexually satisfied part of him didn’twantto leave, of course, but the rest of him… Well, he should at least want to make sure the people who cared about him knew he wasn’t dead. That would be the responsible adult thing to do.
Which was why he was sleeping in his little spot on the beach tonight instead of sucking elixir out of Hiaka’s tentacle so he could sleep in the lagoon with them again. Maybe get fucked in the middle of the night. Sucked off with the sunrise.
Good grief, he sounded like an addict.
Which, again, was why he was sleeping on the beach tonight. He needed some space to clear his head—that elixirwasa drug after all—and get some perspective back. He needed to think of ways to signal that he was here and stranded, not just keep floating along like everything was fine. He’d even ignored evidence of turtle activity on shore in favor of spending time in the lagoon. He had to get his priorities straight.
But not even all the yelling he was doing at himself in his own mind was loud enough to hide the fact that a boat was approaching the island.
A boat! Rescue!
Dammit.
No, not dammit, rescue was a good thing. He had a life, a job, out in the real world that he needed to return to. As incredible as it had been to be with Hiaka and Zenori—to just meet them was a gift—he couldn’t stay forever. So he opened the flap of his makeshift tent and made to stand up and make himself known to whomever had just arrived.
“The creek’s too narrow and shallow to get the boats down it now, but we can use that C4 to fix that in the morning. No way am I letting somebody take that boat from us. We’ll just stay here for a while—until they stop looking—and then we can double our income with two boats.”
Kit stayed where he was as all of that registered. These men had found a boat that others were looking for? Could it be his boat? Doubling their income with two boats was odd. Fishing? Pirating? There had been an uptick in folks pirating fishing boats to steal their catches. Good people didn’t steal boats.
But way more alarming was the C4 they were going to use in the morning to blow up the creek to get their boats into the lagoon. He might not be able to stop that from happening, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to sit here while Hiaka and Zenori were trapped or hurt.
Heart pounding wildly, Kit slipped out of his tent on the other side and did his best to quietly walk toward the lagoon. He knew where it was and how to get there, but dammit, everything looked different in the moonlight. And there was no way for him to walk silently with all these dead leaves on the ground. He sounded like a herd of elephants! He kept looking back, terrified he’d see flashlight beams swinging in his direction. Someone would shout and then there would be running and yelling and threats…
Kit picked up his pace, panting and feeling jittery as the sound of the waterfall got louder. That would cover the sound of his footsteps. And no one would suspect that there would be anyone on an island like this. Those men would’ve probably avoided the whole island if they’d seen his boat anchored where it was supposed to be. So they thought they were in the clear.
“Kit?”
