Page 79 of Final Approach

“Fuck yes, baby girl, look how gorgeous you are when you come on my cock.” His groan washed over me, and the dirty praise extended the aftershocks of my orgasm. He pressed my body deeper into the tree, thrusting so hard I saw white spots before the hot jets of his cum spurted along my walls.

A laugh of elation burst out of me with the force of a freight train. Nikki Seymour had just fucked me against a tree in a jungle, and it was the best sex of my life.

We didn’t move—at least, I couldn’t move—and he smothered my face and neck in soft, quick kisses and our combined arousal seeped down my legs.

“You’re so perfect, baby girl. Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He gently unwound my legs from around his waist and lowered them to the dirt before pulling out of me completely. The emptiness made me lose some of the buzz in my veins, but the salacious grin on his face kept it from fading completely.

Nikki quickly pulled up his shorts and knelt down, his head right at my pussy. Sticking out his tongue, he lapped along my seam and the insides of my thighs, licking every trace of our combined cum off my skin. It was dirty, and raw, and so incredibly hot. When another sticky patch of arousal dripped from me, Nikki sucked it off my skin like Madman devoured one of his suckers.

When he was done, I nodded toward him, gaze roaming over the still hard bulge in his shorts.

“What about you?” I asked, my pussy throbbing from overuse and over-excitability.

Nikki’s eyes flashed with such an aggressive wanting I nearly came again. “You’re tattooed on my cock now, baby girl. I’m not racing to wash it off.”

Jesus. Could a person self-combust? I think I was close.

Shyly, I pulled my panties and shorts back over my hips, and attempted to tame my sex-mussed hair. When he offered his hand to me with a gentle smile dancing on his lips, I couldn’t help returning it.

“Let’s bring back those mangoes.” I tugged him toward the heaviest fruit trees and he beamed at me with unbridled adoration. My insides folded under the care in his stare. I would find out what happened to him later. Right now, I wanted to bask in his company, when an hour ago I never thought I’d have it again.

When we had enough to carry in our T-shirts, he leaned over and placed a soft kiss to my forehead. “I’m so glad you’re alive, baby girl. I don’t want to survive here without you.”

A light warmth wrapped around my heart like a comforting blanket.

“I’m so glad you’re alive, Nik.” I echoed, feeling the phantom of his kiss long after his lips had left my skin.

I held on to the last dregs of happiness Nikki’s touch could bring me as we walked back, before our reality returned to punch me in the face.

Ihad never been so hard in my fucking life.

My erect cock pressed painfully against the khaki fabric of my pants, and I gave it a tight squeeze to relieve some of the pressure. Nikki and Marley had already passed by my hiding place with armloads of mangoes a few minutes ago, but I couldn’t go back yet—not with this raging hard-on.

I shouldn’t have stayed. It was a private moment—one pre-plane crash Ambrose probably would have given them. But new Ambrose, whose Board of Directors had likely already voted him out, and he had nothing and no one to return to, was a selfish prick who hid behind a tree thicker than a Jeep and watched like a creepy pervert.

My only regret was not jacking off while I did.

He’d kissed her like he’d fucking owned her, and she’d melted under him like she was his to own.

Like I’d wanted her to own me.

Jealousy sliced through my chest with a dull knife. The warmth of her lips, the sweet taste of her tongue—both were a very recent memory, but it wasn’t me Marley West had wrapped those thick, squeezable thighs around. It was him.

Seeing Nikki come out of those trees, haggard but alive, brought an overwhelming sense of relief on this terrible day of fuckery. Danny and Vanessa were more of a burden than a help, but neither of them deserved to die. When Nikki had been swept under the river, I’d swallowed my grief and vowed to protect Marley at all costs—whatever it took.

It wasn’t just self-preservation driving my actions. Marley West wasn’t at all who I thought she was. In five days, she’d proven she had balls of steel and the heart of a saint—and the vocabulary of a five-year-old when she was flustered. She was so goddamned cute it made my chest itch.

I was compelled to take care of her—it was the least I could do with Nikki gone and Maddox fucking off to criminal paradise. And taking care of her made me want to kiss her. And now that I’d kissed her …

It didn’t really matter because now he was back. And she admitted she had feelings for him. And the way he’d fucked her - the declarations I hadn’t missed—those feelings weren’t one-sided. Where did that leave me?

And why did it even matter when we were still fucking stuck here?

“Join in or fuck off.”

His words repeated over in my mind like duplicate code, and my need to fuck grew even stronger.

Giving in, I pulled my cock out of my pants and gave it a soft stroke, shuddering violently with pleasure. My ribs still hurt, although a lot less than a few days ago, so I placed my other palm against the tree trunk for leverage. Stroking harder, I thrust into my hand with barely controlled movements.