Surviving Raine 01 (42 page)

Using my fingers to spread her open for me, I slowly inserted the end of my cock just past her pussy lips, and then gently eased forward.  Raine groaned and dropped her forehead down, nearly to the mattress.  I pulled back slowly, and then pushed forward until I was totally encompassed by her warmth.

“Ohhh…my…Bastian…that feels so…different…”

“You like it?”

“Yes…you’re so…”

“Deep?”

“Yes…oh my God…”

I pulled back again and pushed into her a little harder.  Holy shit, she felt so fucking awesome.  I wrapped my arm around her hip, slipping my fingers through her pubic hair and finding the very top of her slit, slowly rolling her clit around with the tip of my finger.  She gasped again and pushed her hips back to meet me.  I heard myself breathe in sharply and then let out a groan of my own.

“God, Raine,” I grunted.  “You feel so fucking perfect…I love this…being inside you.  I love this…love you…so fucking good…”

“Oh, Bastian!  More!  Please…don’t wait…”

I pushed all the way against her, and then withdrew almost completely before slamming into her hard.  She screamed out, and I could see her fists clamp down on the material of the mattress.  I pulled back and slammed into her again and again until she was meeting me stroke for stroke.  My fingers matched our rhythm, and as I leaned over with my body on her back, I could feel her quickened breathing and the beat of her heart against my chest.  I sucked on the skin just below her neck before leaning back, changing my angle slightly, and giving myself a damn fine view.

“Fuck, that looks good,” I said, looking down between us and focusing on the point where we joined.  I had to close my eyes again or I was going to come before she did.  “I fit in you so good, baby…I can’t believe how fucking awesome that is.  Do you feel it, Raine?  You like that?”

“God, Bastian…yes!  Please…”

I had no idea what she was begging for, but I went on a hunch and increased my pace – both with my hand and my dick.  With small, tight circles I stroked over her clit as she made little gasping sounds, every breath coming out as more of a moan.

My hand moved from her shoulder to the small of her back as Raine’s body twisted into a beautiful arch, her head thrown back – nearly looking up at the ceiling of the shelter.  I supported her torso with my hand as she met my thrusts with her hips.  She was the most incredible sight I had ever seen.

Her muscles clenched around me…oh, fuck…I loved that feeling!  She moaned my name – a long, drawn out sound – and she pushed back against me, pushing me deeper into her with every thrust.  I fucking loved the sound of my name – my actual name when she screamed it out.  I couldn’t hold back anymore, even if I wanted to.

“Oh, fuck…yeah, oh baby…fuck…” I growled against the skin of her neck.  God, she felt so good.  I shoved into her harder, thrusting over and over until I held myself against her and came apart with a growl.  It didn’t matter how many times I fucked her, every single time felt like this – like heaven.  She felt so right wrapped around my cock, it made me wonder how I ever lived without her body as my sanctuary.

Her legs started to give out, and we slowly rolled to our sides.  Raine let out a soft hum as I held my hips against her so I wouldn’t slip out.  I loved staying inside of her afterwards.  Fuck, I could stay here all day long.  Fuck her, wait to get hard again, fuck her…straight on until nightfall.  I’d have to try that someday soon.  I’d suggest it today, but the food was on the other side of the fucking shelter and we hadn’t eaten yet.  Maybe if I got everything prepared tonight, we could try it starting tomorrow morning.  Yeah – that was a fucking awesome plan.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight against my chest.  This position offered a very nice bonus – when we were done, I didn’t have to worry about crushing her underneath me.  When I was on top, I always flopped on top of her after I came, but she said she liked it so I tried to stop worrying about it.  Leaning close to her, I placed one last kiss on her earlobe, sucking it into my mouth for a moment before releasing it.  Raine reached up behind her head, twisted to face me, and grabbed my head to pull my mouth to hers.

“Your hair has really gotten long,” Raine said.  Her fingers stroked through the strands, and I could definitely notice how much longer it took for her to reach the ends.

“I could try to cut it with my knife,” I said.  “Chances are it would be a really, really bad haircut though.”

“Only if you want to.”  Raine pushed a chunk of hair off my forehead and then captured all the hair on the sides of my head and pushed it behind my ears.  I growled and shook it out, narrowing my eyes at her.  Raine bit her lower lip and smiled coyly.  “I kind of like it this way.”

“I kind of like your hair spread out all over the ground while you’re lying on your back underneath me.”

“I think I could be bald and you’d still like me that way.”

“Most definitely.”  I pushed myself back away from her, forced myself not to pout externally when my dick slipped out of her, and crawled over her before standing up.  I grabbed my shorts off the shelter floor and shook them. “You might want to consider getting up.  Otherwise, I might eat all the breakfast.”

“I don’t know if my legs will ever work again,” Raine moaned from the mattress.

“Good!” I laughed and pulled my shorts up.  “I’ll know just where to find you when I want to fuck you again.”

“Incorrigible!”

“You love me this way,” I laughed and headed out the entranceway.

“I loved doing it that way.”  Raine’s eyes looked away as she smiled her shy smile, which made me snicker.

“Oh baby, I’m going to remember that.”

I sauntered out of the shelter feeling about as fucking pleased with myself as I could possibly be.  Raine loved the way I fucked her, loved the shower I made for her, and she loved me.  We had everything we needed – shelter, water, plenty of food, and each other.  This was my paradise.  I had no doubt about that.  I was finally starting to feel like maybe this was supposed to happen – maybe I was supposed to end up here, with her.  Maybe, by some warped, fucked up twist of fate, she was supposed to be mine.

I walked down to the beach, washed off, walked back up towards the shelter, and stirred up the fire a little.  I could hear Raine shuffling around inside, probably pulling whatever was for breakfast out of various baskets.  I didn’t care what we were going to eat, or even what she was doing.  She was here with me, nestled in our own little haven where I could look after her, keep her safe, and love her.

From behind me, I heard a deep, thunderous sound from off in the distance.  I knew what it was immediately.  I had heard it dozens of times before, right at the end of tournaments located out in the middle of nowhere.  Usually I heard it within a couple of minutes of dropping a lifeless body from my hands.  It got louder.  Much louder.

Raine came running out of the shelter behind me, still buck naked with her hand raised up over her brows to block the sun from her eyes.  The helicopter flew out over the beach, circled around slowly, and came closer to us for another pass.  I blinked a couple of times against the bright morning sunshine, focused a little better, and saw a frighteningly familiar hand waving frantically from the side of the craft.

It was John Paul.

We’d been found.

Rescued.

Fuck.

I guess paradise didn’t last forever after all.

Chapter 17 - Shot

“Is that…is that John Paul?”

“Yeah,” I said, trying to keep the feeling of dread washing over me from affecting in my voice.  John Paul was waving frantically and screaming something at us, but I couldn’t hear a word he was saying over the noise.

“You should put some clothes on, baby,” I murmured, half in a daze and still staring at the large, black helicopter circling the beach as its pilot tried to figure out the best place to land.  She was in the shadows of the coconut palms, for the most part, so I didn’t think her nudity would have been readily obvious from the sky, but they’d be landing soon enough.

“Oh my God!” Raine screeched and ran back into the shelter.

I walked out onto the beach, shielding my eyes as the helicopter blades blew sand all over the fucking place.  Standing back out of the way of the blades, I was content to wait for them to stop spinning, or maybe until the occupants decided to change their minds and rise back up into the sky, never to be seen again, but apparently John Paul was not.  He leapt out of the vehicle and raced over the sand, ducking slightly to avoid the blades.  Suddenly, I was captured in a powerful bear hug and spun around in a circle.

“Holy shit, man!” John Paul screamed into my ear as he spun me around.  “I knew it!  I knew you weren’t dead!  Fuckers didn’t believe me, but I knew you wouldn’t go down – not like that!”

His arms were around my back and crushing my lungs.  I could hardly breathe, and all the spinning around in a circle was making me fucking dizzy and completely nauseated.  His cowboy hat flew off his head and flopped around in the sand, which at least gave me a better target.

“Fuck, John Paul!”  I smacked the back of his head, hard, but it’s not like he noticed.  “Breathing is kind of a hobby of mine!”

He dropped me back on the sand but kept his hands on my shoulders. I could breathe again, but the queasy feeling in my stomach stayed with me.  It’s not like I wasn’t glad to see him – I mean, I was glad he was alive and appeared to be perfectly healthy.  However, that didn’t change the fact that I didn’t want him here.  I sure as hell didn’t want him here with a fucking helicopter to ruin what had become my picture-perfect life.  If Raine hadn’t already seen him, I might have tried to convince him to just leave quietly.

“You look like a fucking hippie!” he laughed, grabbing the end of my hair in his fist.  I punched him on the shoulder and shoved him away from me.  He retrieved his hat and fitted it expertly back on his head.

“Fuck you,” I growled.  “Do you see a fucking barber shop around here?”

“I think if I had one of those little hair ties, we could make you a ponytail!”  John Paul laughed again and then looked over my shoulder.  I followed his eyes and watched Raine scurry up towards us, wearing her own shorts and my T-shirt.  My fists tightened, and I realized it was because she had chosen to put on her own shorts and not my boxers, and it pissed me off.  Ever since I had told her I thought she looked hot in my boxers, she hadn’t worn her own shorts.  Why the fuck did she suddenly change into her own clothes?

I knew it would change everything.  I fucking knew it.  We hadn’t even left the fucking island, and it was already different.

“Hey there, Raine girl!”

Raine girl?
  I fought the urge to growl as he wrapped her up in his arms, and she hugged him back.  He spun her around once and let go of her, which was best for his own health.  What I really wanted to do was a combination of tearing his arms off and maybe beating the shit out of him for looking at her.  I wondered if he realized she was naked before and just how much he might have seen.  My eyes shifted back to John Paul’s, and I glared at him.  He looked at me cautiously, raising his eyebrows.

“John Paul!  How did you ever find us?” Raine squealed.

“Well, it wasn’t easy,” he admitted.  He looked over at me.  “You guys didn’t leave much of a trail.”

“I ran out of fucking breadcrumbs,” I snapped at him.

“Bastian!” Raine chastised under her breath.

“Well, what kind of trail did he expect me to fucking leave?” I yelled.

“You don’t have to be like that.” Raine stared me in the eye.  “He just saved us!”

I took a deep breath and shook my head.

“Don’t worry, Raine girl,” John Paul said.  “I’m used to him being a grump.”

I fought back the urge to slug him – again.

“Who the fuck is that?” I asked, trying to get the focus off my moods.  A tall, lanky guy jumped down from the helicopter and walked over to us.

“That’s Nick Sinclair,” John Paul said.  “He’s the only pilot who was still willing to look for you two.”

The guy was blond and displayed a big smile as he hurried in our direction.  He ran up and pulled Raine into his arms and gave her a big hug.  Raine’s obvious surprise told me she didn’t know him, and my first instinct was to move up close enough to pull her away from him – away from his touch – but I didn’t do it.  I wanted to, but somewhere between her change of clothes and his hands on her, everything changed.  I didn’t fucking know what I was supposed to do.  It was happening.  It might not have been exactly like my dream, but it was fucking close enough.  The only question was whether or not I stayed here alone.

“That’s from Lindsay,” Nick said as he released Raine and took a half step away, his hands still on her hips.  My hands clenched into fists, and it took every effort not to reach over and clamp one of them around his neck.

“Lindsay?” Raine cried out.  “Where is she?”

“Back on the mainland,” he said.  “We can be there in about six hours.”

“Six hours?” she screeched, then turned to me and threw her arms around my neck.  “Oh my God.  I can’t believe it’s over.  It’s really over.”

I didn’t respond as Raine kept repeating the same phrase.  I placed my hands on her sides and pushed her away from me.

At the time, I didn’t realize what was happening, but I was shutting down.  The walls were going up, and I was shoving everything and everyone away from me.  Part of me wanted to tell them all to just fucking go – I’d stay here – but there still wasn’t any fucking booze on this island, and I wanted a damn drink.

John Paul formally introduced me to the pilot, obviously not noticing that I wanted to kill the motherfucker.

“Good to actually meet you,” Nick reached out to shake my hand.  I took it briefly and then dropped it again.  “John Paul’s told me a lot about you.”

I looked over to John Paul with a scowl.

“Only the good shit,” he said with a laugh.

“I just radioed back,” Nick said.  “They’re just a step away from calling me a liar, but I guess seeing these two will make believers out of them.”