Free Castaways by Cheyenne McCray Page A

the ever present thought came to the forefront of his mind. What was he doing getting involved with a woman without a past, a woman who’d experienced such trauma in her life that she had no memory of what had happened? And once she recovered her memory, how would she feel about him?
    She was too special to let go. He’d known it from the moment that he first saw her. There was just something about Sirena.
    Since they’d ended up on the island, whenever they approached the water, he noticed she lost the sparkle in her eyes, replaced by a glint of fear. She stayed as far away from the waves as she could, but never said anything about her obvious alarm. Could it have been the storm and their being stranded?
    By the time they finished working, it was early evening. Sirena looked amazingly happy considering they were shipwrecked and had no idea when or if they would be rescued. It was as if all burdens had been raised from her shoulders and she felt completely free by becoming their submissive that day. He was likely seeing a side of this woman that had been buried beneath all the weight she had carried. He was glad to have this opportunity to get to know the real Sirena, the one who was carefree and happy.
    But he also wondered how much it bothered her to not know who she was, anything about her past. At the same time, he wanted to get to know the part of her that was missing. She touched something deep inside him, and he needed to find out everything about her.
    It was the same evening that Den had fucked Sirena out of her mind, and it was all she could think about. She felt so sensual and free. And when she looked at Mike, she couldn’t help but think about him joining in on the sexual play.
    Sirena had gotten to know both men pretty well over the past three or four days. They’d talked, they’d laughed, they’d commiserated on being stranded. She found she really enjoyed Mike’s sense of humor, the wicked way he teased her and the feral look in his eyes when he looked at her.
    “What’s your life like in England, Master?” she asked Mike when Den walked into the jungle to relieve himself. “I don’t think I’ve ever been there.”
    “Not nearly as exciting as it is here, love,” he said, moving closer to her. They were standing a little way from the shelter, that same shelter that made her break into a sweat every time she looked at it. She knew what was coming soon, and she was so nervous and excited she could hardly stand it.
    She cleared her throat, panic welling up inside her. “So you own a software company, Master?”

    “I’m CEO, love.” When Mike got within inches of her, she could feel his body heat, smell his own unique manly scent. What would his skin taste like? How would it feel against hers?
    She almost couldn’t breathe when he got so close his chest brushed her nipples. “Um, what kind of software, Master?”
    “Contact Management.” He caught a handful of her hair, raised it to his nose, and inhaled.
    “Sweet,” he murmured. “You smell like sunshine and orchids.” Sirena bit her lower lip, her whole body trembling. She heard Den’s footsteps in the sand as he approached and she started to take a step away from Mike, feeling as if she was betraying Den.
    But the large man grabbed her arm and drew her flush against his body.
    She gasped at the feel of rough denim against her belly, and a huge, huge bulge beneath it. The feel of his naked chest against her breasts as the shirt she was wearing fell completely open, was enough to drive her crazy.
    And then she couldn’t make a sound when his lips came down hard on hers. He drove his tongue into her mouth, making his own claim on her. Mike tasted different than Den, so hot and so untamed. Her whole body was on fire, and those flames doubled when Den moved up behind her, pressing his body against her to sandwich her between the two men. He palmed her breasts as Mike took her mouth.
    Sirena could hardly stand. Her mind whirled and her