Free Gillian’s Island by catjohnson Page A

God. You’re squirting. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my
God.” Jamie knew he sounded like an idiot, but he couldn’t
help it. The only time he’d ever even seen this was on a porn
site the frat guys had made him watch. But she was doing it now, and
judging by her reaction and cries, it felt fucking amazing for her
too.
    It was the end of him. He plunged in, once, twice, and then held and
came so hard it felt like flames and ice both bathed him from the
inside out, blazing a path from his balls up his spine.
    Bowed over her back, he held his cock still and deep and tried to
catch his breath.
    Pulling the flashlight slowly from inside her but not wanting to
leave her just yet, he left his slack cock inside her ass where it
cradled him. Finally it slipped out. He glanced down and in the glow
of the flashlight lying again on the mattress, he could see how her
body had stretched wide to accommodate him. Oil and his semen slipped
from inside her.
    “Holy fuck.” He drew in a shaky breath and wrapped his
arms around her, tumbling them both over until they lay on their
sides, spooning.
    “You can say that again.”
    What he’d really like, would be to do that again.
And again. And again. But now Jamie could begin to think rationally,
he had to wonder if he’d hurt her. He hadn’t been gentle.
“Are you all right?”
    “Mmm. I’m fine.” She nearly purred the words, like
a sleepy, happy kitten.
    There was hope for a repeat in his future after all. Jamie smiled and
tightened his hold around her. “Good.”
    He was more than fine.

Chapter Nine
    Gillian woke to shouting from on deck, followed by the sound of a
horn. An extremely loud horn, the kind you found on really big ships.
She sat bolt upright, nearly flipping Jamie off the bed in the
process. “Did you hear that?”
    His heavily-lidded eyes flew open wide. He sprung from the mattress
and reached for his underwear on the floor. “It sounded like a
ship.”
    “Could we be rescued?”
    “I think so.”
    She followed his lead and looked for her own clothes while trying to
ignore the places in her body that were sore from what they’d
done.
    What they’d done. Jeez. She’d begged him to do
things to her she’d never done before. She glanced at him
quickly. He seemed more concerned with getting dressed in case they
were rescued, rather than the fact she’d acted like a
nymphomaniac last night. Thank God for both the distraction and the
rescue.
    Once his bottom half was covered with shorts, he ran to the porthole.
“It looks like a military ship.”
    They pawed through the remaining scattered clothing on the floor of
the stateroom, and passed each other items. She didn’t bother
with a bra and just threw on the T-shirt he handed her. He pulled his
own over his head.
    “We’re rescued.” Arms wrapped around her, Jamie
lifted her off the ground and let out a whoop.
    Once he set her down again, she blew out a steadying breath. “We’re
going home.”
    “Yes, we are.” He grinned. “I told you it was only
a matter of time before someone found us. Come on.”
    Jamie grabbed her hand to pull her toward the door. Her glance hit on
the tangled sheets on the bed and the assorted other items scattered
about the room, all a testament to their night together. Condom
wrappers, a towel, a bottle of oil from the galley. Even the small
flashlight he’d used to light their way to the stateroom the
night before had, at one point, been employed in their sex play.
    Her cheeks blazed at the memory. “I have to clean up in here
first.”
    Looking around the room himself, Jamie smiled. “Yeah, I guess
we should before Rob comes in.”
    He bent to pick up a torn foil wrapper off the floor.
    “I can do it. You go on up.” She needed time alone to
process it all.
    Jamie hesitated. “You sure? I can help.”
    “No, I’m good. You go. Rob may need you to explain to
them what you’ve done to the engine or something so they can
fix it.”
    “You’re right. They can probably