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SACRIFICES IN
BY
MARY
SUZANNE
To our family…
Sacrifices
in
Dark
clouds filled the sky and the rumble of thunder was soon
followed by jagged streaks of lightning hitting the water. Jenna Wade
watched the sea churning up giant waves headed straight for the yacht. The
cloudy skyline made it look as if night had already fallen, but it was still
early in the afternoon. She stood at the railing of the bobbing yacht staring
off at the rapidly approaching storm. Her stomach was beginning to do
flip-flops over the constant shaking of the pleasure boat by the fierce wind
striking its sides. She placed her hand across her mouth to keep from
experiencing the dry heaves that had been attacking her for the last hour.
She didn't have any
idea where her fiancé Brody Sullivan was, but she felt he should have been
worrying about her safety instead of partying somewhere on the boat. As she
lowered her head, she glanced at the large diamond ring Brody had slipped on
her finger two months earlier. To Brody, money was no object when it came to
lavishing presents on Jenna. His family had always been rich and he lived the
lifestyle never worrying about where his next dollar was coming from.
Lately,
there were times, like tonight, when Jenna wondered why she'd
ever taken a ring from Brody. At first, she thought what she felt was love, but
now she wasn't all that certain. Doubts continued to
fill her mind every time she thought of spending a lifetime with him.
Brody
was handsome in a clean-cut way, but were looks enough to withstand a
relationship with every day frustrations confronting a couple? When her
thoughts drifted to the rugged Carter McPherson, the man hired to ferry the
yacht across the choppy sea, she felt an awareness rise in her that she'd never experienced before.
She
knew she shouldn't be feeling this way about the other
man, but the thoughts of how it would feel to be held in his arms kept crowding
her mind. There was something about him that made her acutely
aware of his presence whenever he was close to her.
A
cold dash of water flew over the side of the boat to where she stood bringing a
sobering thought to Jenna. It looked as if the weather was going to interfere
with their planned three day excursion. She looked up
at the skyline and she noticed the dark clouds forming a funnel shaped
appearance. She had seen this before off the coast of
Jenna
made her way downstairs, dripping water along the way from being
doused by the giant waves sliding across the upper deck. She could hear
talking and laughter coming from the galley. One of the voices that she
immediately recognized was her fiancé. He was having a good time with a female
companion and it didn't seem as if they noticed how
the yacht had begun to shake.
When
Jenna reached her cabin, she changed into her swimsuit and pulled a pair of
jeans on. She removed a dry blouse from her suitcase on the bed and buttoned it
in place over her two-piece suit. If things got too bad and they had to swim,
she at least wanted to be dressed for what lay ahead. After glancing around the
room, she picked up her small compact mirror in the silver case and a
hairbrush. Shoving the items into her back pocket, she headed to the upper
level.
Her
parents had insisted on Jenna taking the cruise so that she and Brody could
spend more time alone. Since boarding the yacht, they hadn't
had a minute to themselves. Jenna supposed she was being overly sensitive, but
her parents had always made certain she was the center of attention. Coming
from a wealthy family had always given Jenna the idea that everyone should
cater to her. Brody had done just that so far, up until the time they boarded
the boat for the cruise. Now, he was acting as if she didn't
exist. That didn't set well with her and she fumed
inwardly as she slipped on her tennis shoes.
As
she left her cabin and started the climb up to the first level, she had to grab
onto the railing for support. If she hadn't, she would
have tumbled back down the stairs in a heap. By the time she reached the deck,
she saw that Carter McPherson was removing the straps that held the lifeboats
securely in place. No one had to tell her that they
were in trouble. Before too much time passed, the rest of the people taking the
cruise were piling onto the upper deck.
Brody
walked carefully across the hardwood surface, bobbing and weaving from the
thrusts of the seesawing motion. When he reached Jenna
he cupped his hands to the sides of his mouth and leaned toward her. "Don't
be afraid, I'm here," he tried to reassure her.
His
words weren't very comforting as she watched a giant
wave knocking him off his feet and his body sliding across the polished deck. Carter
reached out and grabbed the back of Brody's shirt, preventing him from being swept out into the turbulent sea. The rest of the cruise
members and crew were holding onto the side of the yacht trying to keep from being washed over the side.
"Everyone
get a life jacket and put it on," Carter cupped his hands and shouted out
his instructions.
Jenna
didn't waste a second in picking one up and securing
the orange flotation device around the top half of her body. She glanced over
and noticed Brody was struggling against the wind to hold onto the puffy orange
jacket. As she started to move toward him to help, she saw that he had managed
to secure it in place.
When
Jenna glanced at Carter, she saw that he not only had a life jacket on, but a
backpack was strapped to his back. Near his feet was a
small suitcase, making her wonder what he had in it. She had a hysterical
thought that Carter was going to jump ship and leave the rest of them behind.
She knew she was being melodramatic and shook her head to clear it of all
thoughts she'd had seconds ago. There wasn't much time for her to wonder what he could have in the
other case as the wind kicked up and she had to hold onto the rail to keep from
falling.
Glancing
toward the opposite end of the boat, Jenna saw that most of the people on the
cruise were heading toward the lower part of the yacht. She was
left alone with Carter at the far end of the polished deck. The wind was
so strong that she felt like a rag doll as she was buffeted
back and forth, hitting the rail with such force she almost cried out in pain.
Wave
after wave rose high into the air soaking the deck
with swishing water. One giant wave came with such force that two of the
lifeboats flew over the side of the ship. Jenna tried holding on, but it was
impossible. She felt herself flying over the side of the rail and hitting the
water with such force it knocked the air from her
lungs.
Jenna
felt it was the end of her journey as a huge wave sucked her under the swirling
water. She tried fighting when something grabbed at her. Her first thoughts
were that a shark was ready to attack her. No, she thought silently, she shouldn't be thinking this way. When she was just about to
give up hope, she felt someone lifting her into one of the lifeboats.
She
gasped for air, trying to fill her lungs with the precious commodity and expelling
the seawater that had filled her throat. Jenna started to cough and felt the
water flying from her mouth. She lay back in the small bobbing boat, trying to
catch her breath. As she glanced around, she saw Carter using one of the
paddles that had been secured on the lifeboat. He was
fighting against the wind and the waves to keep the boat from going under.
For
what seemed hours, Carter fought against the raging storm, blocking out any
sight of stars overhead. It was pitch black and Jenna felt so alone out in the
middle of the huge ocean with only Carter as her companion. She silently wondered
how the yacht was doing weathering the storm. Glancing around, she couldn't see any outline of the ship they had just been
thrown from. Again, a shudder passed through her and she wondered if Brody was
safe.
Eventually,
the storm began to subside and the sky started to clear. Jenna could feel the
upset rolling through her stomach over the continuous jostling movements the
waves were making. She glanced up and saw a clearing in the sky. The moon soon
came out with stars beginning to shine brilliantly. At least the worst of their
experience was over. Little did Jenna know that this was only the beginning of
an experience she'd never forget for the rest of her life.
* * * *
Toward
morning, she felt stiff and sore from the cramped quarters of the small boat. There
hadn't been much conversation between her and Carter
because of the noise caused by the storm. Now that the sea was calmer, she
glanced up and saw that he was watching her.
"Are
you all right?" His voice sounded hoarse
She
supposed the exertion in rowing the boat and the seawater that he'd swallowed had caused the hoarseness in his voice. Even
though they'd been through hell that night, she still
thought he was the sexiest man she had ever seen. Now, he had a sexy voice to
match that magnificent body. The unbidden thought made her feel guilty as she
thought about Brody. For all she knew, he could be drowned
by now, along with the rest of the crew on the yacht.
"Yes,"
she mumbled in a hoarse sound that matched Carter's. "Do
you know what happened to the rest of the people on the yacht?"
"The
last time I saw the ship, it was still afloat," he answered. "Since
there wasn't anyone on the top side with us, they probably don't know we were
washed out to sea. I'm sure they're going to find out this morning when they
can't find us."
"Where
are we?" Jenna's voice held a whiny sound. "I can't believe it's this
hot so early in the day. My skin's going to get cooked
if we don't find land soon. I need some water to drink."
He
gave her a narrow look of disgust. Jenna didn't miss
the anger shooting from the depths of his dark eyes. If looks could kill, she'd surely be dead where she sat in the tiny lifeboat.
"I
would have to get a whiner for a companion," he muttered softly, but Jenna
heard every word.
"That
wasn't a very nice thing to say," she shot back at him, bristling over how
he was talking to her. Never in her life had she had anyone treat her this way.
She knew right then that she wasn't about to start allowing
it now.
"Look,
we have to make the best of a bad situation and no amount of complaining is
going to help."
She
clamped her mouth closed and watched as he removed one of the paddles where it was attached to the side of the boat. He slipped it in a slot
and the paddle stood up at a vertical angle. He then took the remaining paddle
and did the same thing on the opposite side. Jenna continued to watch as he
stripped off his shirt.
She
didn't have any idea what he was going to do next. The
only thing that held her interest right then was the bulging muscles laid bare
for her to see. His bronzed chest had a mass of dark hair across it. Jenna had
to stop from reaching out and running her fingers through the thickness. Again,
she watched in fascination as Carter removed his jeans and was only wearing
tight black trunks.
Jenna
tried to look away, but the huge bulge in the front of his trunks had her
hypnotized. She wasn't able to look away and could
feel Carter's gaze on her. When she glanced up eventually, she saw how he was
trying to hide a grin.
"What's
so funny?" she asked in a raised tone.
"You
are," he answered calmly. "Miss Prim and Proper has finally shown
what she's made of. Those snapping green eyes tell me only one thing. You like
what you see so far."
She
started to say something about what he was suggesting, but Carter held his
hands up and stopped her. "This is going to be a tedious few days until we're
either rescued or we spot land, so let's try getting along. Oh, and another
thing, I give you permission to examine every last
inch of my body whenever you want. In fact, I can take the trunks off now to
give you a better look.
He
reached for the elastic with his thumbs and started to pull the fabric away
from his body. For seconds, she watched, telling herself that she wasn't interested in seeing anything, only wondering if he
meant to go through with it. Sanity suddenly returned to her and she looked
away.
"Stop
that!" she shouted. "I'm an engaged woman. Didn't you see my ring?"
"Well,
if you are an engaged woman then you should start acting like one instead of
ogling another man's penis. What would your fiancé think if he were to see you
now?"
"Just
shut up!" Jenna raised her voice, but she knew Carter was right. She had
found studying his hidden penis through the fabric of his trunks intriguing. The
thought of what it looked like kept buzzing through her head, but she wasn't about to let Carter know what her thoughts were right
then.
"Scoot
over here closer to me." He began draping his discarded shirt across the
extended paddles. "This will give us a little relief from the sun."
"I
don't know whether I should. You'll be accusing me of trying to seduce you."
"I
wouldn't mind that at all," he told her with a sly grin. "Now come on
and get over here. The sun will burn that delicate skin of yours."
Jenna
didn't want to admit he was right but there wasn't any
sense in getting burned alive. She carefully moved beneath the makeshift
shelter, feeling instant relief from the hot rays overhead.
She
could feel Carter's body heat reaching out to her. When she accidentally bumped
his arm with hers, an electric shock raced through her. The man was too potent
with his dark over-long hair and the rugged chiseled features making up his
handsome face. She knew she had felt something when she'd
first met him, but she brushed aside the niggling sensation and concentrated on
Brody.
Jenna
didn't feel any anxiety over Brody's fate, making her
wonder what the extent of her feeling was for him. She shouldn't
have been ogling Carter, but something had possessed her to continue watching
him. Now sitting so close to him was sending a chill of awareness racing down
her spine.
She
felt Carter nudging her and she brought her head up with a start. When she
glanced at him, she saw what he was holding. A canteen of water was only a
reach away for her. She started to take it from his hand, but he stopped her.
"Only
a small drink," he told her as he tipped the canteen up and dribbled some
of the precious liquid into her parched mouth. "We may have to make do
with this water for some time."
Jenna
hoped he was wrong. She couldn't imagine being
marooned at sea with no chance of ever being rescued. Surely
someone from the yacht had already used the radio to send a distress signal.
She certainly hoped so.
After
she had greedily swallowed the small portion of water, Jenna felt the need fill
her for more. Her only consolation was that she knew Carter wasn't
taking his fair share. She watched as he recapped the container and put it back
in the backpack.
Jenna
glanced over and caught him watching her again. She realized she must look a
wreck after being thrown overboard and doused with
seawater, but she remembered that Carter had seen her as she had boarded the
yacht. So maybe he remembered how she looked when he'd
first seen her.
Her
auburn hair usually hung loosely along her shoulders, framing the delicate
features of her small face. She had been told many
times that her deep green eyes shrouded by dark sooty lashes held a look of
mystery. She had gotten her fair share of proposals in her lifetime, but she
had accepted Brody's ring. There were times when she wondered what she felt for
him was really love.
She
ran her hand down her hipline and knew there was no way that Carter couldn't see the curves outlined by the tight jeans. Jenna
wondered why he wasn't showing more of an interest in
being with her.
* * * *
By late
afternoon, Carter removed crackers wrapped in cellophane. He handed her a
packet, and again, he didn't take any for himself.
"You
have to be hungry, or thirsty," she protested, breaking open the wrapper
and handing him one.
"If
it will make you happy, I'll share with you." He took her offering and bit
into the cracker. "By the way, where are you from?"
"
"Usually,
if you're from a place as big as
"If
we're going to share information, where are you from?"
"Originally,
I lived in
"I
don't remember seeing you before we boarded the yacht," she stated
curiously.
"I
doubt you would have," he answered, lapsing into silence.
She
silently wondered what he meant by that remark. Maybe he was referring to their
different lifestyles, but she couldn't be sure. She wasn't about to press him to go into more detail.
* * * *
On the
third day, Jenna was just about to give up hope of ever seeing land again. She'd done her fair share of complaining like a spoiled brat
and received glaring looks in return from Carter. Jenna had come to realize
that he didn't think too much of a complainer. Her
parents and Brody had let her get away with her demanding ways, but Carter was
different.
That
evening, she glanced out across the water and her eyes widened. Maybe it was a
mirage way off in the distance. She hoped it wasn't.
It looked like greenery surrounding a raised mound. Even if the island was
small, anything was better than the tiny cramped lifeboat they now shared.
"Carter."
She excitedly gave him a shake. He had only been asleep for a short time, but
seeing the island was too important a deal not to awaken him.
"What
the hell . . . ," his words tapered off with the expletive flowing from
his lips. "What's happened now?"
Watching
his handsome features, she saw the look of irritation filling them. Well, he
would just have to be irritated with her because she needed to show him what
she had spotted in the distance.
"Look,"
she pointed to where the lush green scenery was becoming clearer. They didn't have much daylight left so Jenna was hoping they
could reach the tiny island before it became totally black. With the darkness,
they would only have the moon and stars to guide them.
"Why
didn't you wake me earlier?" he asked gruffly. "We've almost passed
it."
"Because
I just saw it," she retorted, stung by his accusing tone. "If we both
row, we should reach the island before nightfall."
"Just
scoot to the front of the boat. It will be easier for me to use both paddles."
Jenna
did as he said. Excitement began to fill her as they drew closer to the greenery-filled
land. She placed her hand on her forehead, shading her eyes to get a better
look where they would soon be docking the boat.
By
the time Carter reached the sandy beach, total
darkness shrouded the area. They were farther out than she thought and it had
taken quite some time to reach the safety of the island. Once they got out of
the boat, Carter pulled it out of the water. He certainly didn't
want to lose the boat in case they weren't found and had to use it again later
to try and find their way back to civilization.
* * * *
Jenna
was grateful when a cloud slipped past the moon. This gave them enough light to
find their way up the sandy beach toward the wooded area. It was rough going,
but eventually they came to a clearing.
"I don't think we should sleep out in the
open tonight." Carter struggled to pull the lifeboat behind him into the
trees.
"What
do you mean?"
"There
could be someone else on this island, or wild animals could be roaming around. Take
your pick."
Jenna
shuddered inwardly, listening to his explanation. When she had spotted the land
from the boat, she hadn't given it a thought that
danger could be waiting for them on the sandy shoreline. Without saying another
word, Jenna picked up the other end of the lifeboat and helped Carter carry it
farther into the trees. She stumbled a few times and he had to slow his pace,
but eventually, they could hear what sounded like water falling.
* * * *
The moon
peeking through the clouds lit up a patch of land. Carter saw what he thought
looked like a cave near a small waterfall. This would be ideal, he thought
silently, hoping that the cave wasn't already
occupied.
* * * *
It wasn't long before they were placing the lifeboat near the
entrance and entering the cool interior of the cave. Suddenly, a small flame
lit up the darkness so they could find their way around inside the shelter. Jenna
glanced at Carter and saw that he had a lighter. She wondered how he had
managed to keep it dry while they were in the water and everything else had
become wet.
"Where
did you get that?" she asked.
"I
packed it in the backpack inside the medical kit. This pack is with me all the time
when I take trips, in case of emergencies. I'm glad I had it strapped onto my
back before we were thrown overboard."
"How
did you manage to bring the small case with you once we hit the water?"
"After
I got you in the lifeboat, I glanced around and saw that the case had been
swept overboard with us. I grabbed it before it had a chance to sink."
"What
do you have in it?" she asked curiously.
"A
change of clothes, some soap, a towel, toothbrush, and tooth paste."
"Wow,
you thought of everything," she murmured. "I did manage to grab a
brush and compact mirror."
"We
have about everything we need," he stated, getting up and walking around
their dark shelter. "This lighter isn't bright enough to read the writing
on the wall, so we'll have to wait until morning to find out what it says. You
can use the shirt I packed to cover with."
Jenna
could hear the snap on the case opening. Within seconds, Carter was handing her
the shirt. She felt her way around the cave and sat down on a sandy patch of
ground. She was too tired to worry about spiders, or insects, as she lay down
and pulled the shirt up to her neck. For the first time in several nights, she
was able to fall asleep peacefully, knowing that the next day was the first day
of working toward being rescued.
All
through the night, Jenna would awaken and wonder where she was. Realty would
set in when she heard Carter's heavy breathing as he lay next to her.
Eventually, she fell into a deep sleep, blotting out the cave and her companion
only inches away from her on the hard ground.
*
* * *
The following morning Jenna awoke and
glanced over to see if Carter was up. When she didn't
see him, her gaze drifted around the rock shelter finding him standing near the
wall reading the scribbled messages. She got up and shook the sand out of his
shirt.
"Can you make out what the writing
says?" She made her way over to where he was standing.
"From what I can tell, this cave is
used as a ritual sight for offerings for devil worshippers," he told her. "And
according to the last addition to the wall, they have a timetable that shows
when the next meeting is going to be. They'll be back
in less than a month. It gives a date for the third week of this month."
"What do you mean by offerings?"
Jenna asked as a chill raced down her spine over the unknown.
"It could be animal, or human. Some
of these people are way out with their thinking."
"Have you ever met anyone in a cult
like that?"
"Back in my hometown of
"Did you belong to their cult?"
she asked shakily, hoping his answer was going to be no.
"Are you crazy?" His tone was
gruff. "I don't believe in any of that stuff."
"I'm sorry for asking, but I had to
know," she murmured as her voice trailed off. "What are we going to
do when they come back?"
"We'll worry about that later,"
he told her. "We should go in search of that waterfall we heard last
night. I don't think we were imagining the sound we
heard. And then there's the problem of gathering food."
Jenna nodded as she followed him to the
outside of the cave. The sunshine filtered through the trees and gave off such
a bright sheen that she had to shade her eyes against the glare. When her eyes
adjusted, she gazed around the wooded area. It was so beautiful her breath
caught in her throat. Lush greenery sprouted everywhere, with wild flowers in
an array of colors dotted the landscape. The island resembled a tropical
paradise seen on postcards and in paintings.
Off to the right of the cave was a
beautiful, cascading waterfall shooting clear water into a small basin below
it. The small pond looked so inviting to Jenna that she began stripping off her
jeans and blouse. She felt grateful she'd remembered
to put on her bikini before being thrown overboard.
When she turned and glanced at Carter, she
saw that he was doing the same thing. But there was
only one difference. He didn't bother about his trunks
beneath his jeans. It didn't seem to worry him any to
stand stark naked in front of her.
The shock quickly left her and was
replaced by a yearning that filled her entire body. He looked magnificent
standing in the morning sun. What she had noticed outlined beneath his clothing
in the lifeboat, now stood out long and erect for her to feast her gaze on.
She slowly shook her head, realizing that
should be the last thing she should be thinking about.
But her gaze was continually drawn to it against her
will as she watched him dive into the water. Some of the cold water splashed
onto her, bringing Jenna to her senses.
Wading out into the water, she needed the
time to adjust her body to the cool spray floating across to her from the fall.
She decided to completely dive in and ward off the chill that was causing her
teeth to chatter.
As she adjusted her eyes to the water,
Jenna could clearly see the bottom half of Carter moving his legs to keep
afloat. She had an urgent desire to move alongside him and grab his erect penis
between her fingertips. She quickly raised her head above the water. Before she
could change her mind, she swam over to him and let her hand glide across his
muscular chest.
Carter gave her a searching look as his
eyes narrowed. His gaze locked with hers and Jenna couldn't
look away. A magical spell pulled at her, making Jenna want to explore the rest
of his body with her fingertips. While he held her spellbound with his hypnotic
gaze, she automatically moved her hands down his body. Reaching his desire, she
slowly began to manipulate the hard length. His arousal was immediate.
Jenna felt Carter slipping his fingers
into the material of her bikini bottom and touching her skin. Slowly, he pulled
the mini covering away from her body. Out of the corner of her eye, Jenna saw
the skimpy material floating by. When his hands reached behind her, his deft
movements had the tie of her bikini top loosened and soon joining the bottoms floating
across the small pond.
Jenna's breasts quickly spilled out into
the water. Carter's gaze feasted over the huge mounds with the hardened pink
nipples. His mouth moved to capture one of the nipples easily. The sucking
brought spasms of delight racing through her. When he moved beneath the water,
she could see the top of his head as it reached her hairy pussy below. His
hands shoved her legs apart as his mouth captured the clitoris and he began
nibbling away at the raised desire of her body. He was giving her such pleasure
that she screamed out into the quiet morning. His continuous licking motions of
her throbbing womanhood made her feel the need for his possession. She didn't know how long she could hold out, but it didn't look
as if Carter was ready to take her just yet.
He slowly rose to the surface when he ran
out of air and placed his arm around her waist as he guided her through the
still water to the bank. Jenna let Carter lead her into the cave without giving
it a thought that she didn't have a stitch of clothing
on. Out of the corner of her eye, she kept a vigil of his masculine body as
they had walked alongside each other to reach their destination.
When they entered the cool shelter of the
cave, she felt goose bumps rising on her body from leaving the heat from the
sun behind. She shivered as she felt Carter's arm dropping away from her.
He moved across the room and placed the
clothing from the case onto the floor of the cave. Slowly, he reached for Jenna
and gently placed her onto the makeshift bed he had created moments ago.
It didn't look as
if Carter was going to wait very long to possess her. She felt his mouth find
hers, dropping down onto hers in an urgent display. All she could do was raise
her head and offer him what he wanted. When his tongue slipped inside the moist
interior of her lips, she groaned over the excited state he was beginning to
bring to her senses.
Desire raced through her in the next few
moments. She'd never experienced this state with Brody
and found her heart beginning to race out of control. When he moved down her
body slowly, she felt his tongue licking away at her more intimate spots along
the way, open for his capture.
As he reached her dewy moistness with his swiftly
moving tongue, she reached down with her hands and placed each alongside his
head. The thought that she never wanted him to move from the spot he had found
so easily with his tongue, had her writhing and moving in a sensuous display of
wanton craving for more of the same.
For what seemed an eternity, Carter
continued with his nibbling on her pussy, bringing more
sensuous sensations to fill her body. Eventually she felt spasm after
spasm flow through her in a great tidal wave of rushing feelings. The need for
his possession attacked her senses, sending delightful sensations racing
through her body. She felt the need to scream out,
telling him to hurry and show her the pleasure she knew was surely coming once
he took her.
When he started to lick his way to the top
of her body, she felt the need fill her again for his total possession. But, he wasn't ready to appease her fully just yet. His
mouth stopped on the way and recaptured her nipples that now stood hard and
erect.
"Oh, Carter, I want you," she
managed to mumble from lips that were dry and parched from the excited state
she found herself in.
Wanting him as she did, Jenna moved her
hands down to his manhood and began rubbing it vigorously. The small
manipulation seemed to work in bringing him to a more aroused state. He mounted
her body and his hard shaft entered her waiting wetness.
What started out slowly and gently soon changed
into a frenzied copulation that had Jenna's head spinning. She felt eruptions
quake through her body, filling her with pleasure. Again and
again, she felt the same sensation, until the final explosion filled her
entire body.
*
* * *
Carter slowed down the pace, holding off
from having a final climax so that he could increase the pleasure she was now
finding in his lovemaking. He covered her mouth with his and sucked on her
tongue greedily, exciting her even more.
*
* * *
When she felt the quick shudder racing through
Carter, she knew he had reached the ultimate climax. Hot juice flowed from him
into her and Jenna savored every drop he was depositing in her. She held onto
him, feeling the remaining shudders of ecstasy racing through her body. Carter
slowly dropped down onto the clothing next to her and she could hear heavy
breathing coming from him.
Jenna didn't know
how long they lay alongside each other, but eventually Carter sat up. She
watched from the corner of her eye as he stood and reached for the pair of
jeans they were using as a bed on the sand-filled floor. As he slipped into the
tight fitting pants, she felt a moment of desire filling her again. She smiled
inwardly, realizing she could become used to Carter's lovemaking. She was
acting almost insatiable when it came to feeling his hard length inside of her.
*
* * *
"Are you awake?" Carter startled
Jenna out of her day dreamy state.
"Yes," she murmured.
"We're going to have to do some
scouting around for food because I'm starving. Making love has drained any of
the energy I had in reserve. But it was well worth it." He glanced down at
her and grinned.
A warm glow enveloped her heart at hearing
his words. She couldn't figure out why in the world
she should be feeling this way. She had only known Carter for a few days, but
it seemed like a lifetime to her.
"I'll be right with you," she
eventually answered him.
Jenna looked around and realized her
clothing was still by the pond where she'd taken them
off earlier. She silently hoped her swimsuit hadn't
sunk to the bottom and that she would have to dive to retrieve it.
Carter walked out of the cave and Jenna hurriedly
got up and brushed the sand from her bottom. As she walked back through the
cave opening into the sunlight, she saw Carter turning to look at her. Even
though they'd made love so openly earlier, she felt
shyness overwhelm her as she walked across the open space without clothing.
Another grin split Carter's lips. "Don't
tell me you're becoming shy," he laughed. "I know every part of your
body intimately. You shouldn't be worrying about me
seeing you now. You look more voluptuous than you did in the cave."
"I guess that was a compliment,"
she murmured softly.
"Yes, and I mean every word of it."
His features suddenly became serious. Gone was the laughter that filled the
dark eyes that were watching her intently.
Jenna glanced at him from lowered eyelids
and kept on walking. She wasn't going to read too much
into what he had just said, but she felt as if her heart was beating a little
faster just listening to him.
It didn't take
her long to wade out into the pond and gather the two pieces of her bikini. She
carried the wet garments over to a tree branch and hung them out to dry. After
slipping into her blouse and jeans, Jenna headed off in the direction Carter
had taken. She hurried to catch up to him as he entered a grove of trees. She
almost stumbled over him as she came upon his bent figure near a bush heavy
with blackberries. He had stripped off his shirt and was using it as a
container to carry his find back to the cave.
"Do you need any help?" She
kneeled down near him.
"Sure," he answered.
Jenna began gathering the berries and
throwing them into his shirt that lay between them on the ground. When it didn't look as if another berry would fit into their
container, Carter rose and lifted the bounty over his shoulder.
"Now, all I have to do is catch a
mess of fish," he told her as they walked back out into the clearing.
"How are you going to manage that
without a fishing rod?" A skeptical look lined her face.
"You'd be surprised by what I can do."
No, I wouldn't,
she thought silently, after the way you made love to me this morning. Jenna
knew that anything Carter tried to do in the future wouldn't
come as a shock to her.
*
* * *
For the next few days, Jenna and Carter
existed on fish and berries. One night while they were eating, Carter looked at
Jenna with a frowning expression lining his rugged features. "You're
acting very differently from the woman I pulled into the lifeboat." He
made the observation with a curious look filling his dark gaze.
"I have to admit I was a spoiled brat
back then, but the last few days have changed quite a few things for me,"
she admitted.
"What about Brody? You haven't
mentioned him at all recently."
"I haven't given Brody a thought
lately," she murmured. "Maybe I really wasn't in love with him after
all."
"That's possible," he said
thoughtfully.
"Do you think the rest of the people
on the yacht made it?" She asked him the same question she'd
asked right after the boat disappeared from their view while they drifted away
in the lifeboat.
"I'm sure they're safe," he told
her. "The crew I had with me knew what to do in case of an emergency. We
were just unlucky to be thrown overboard."
"What about the people that wrote the
message in the cave? What if they return? Do you have
some kind of plan?"
"So many questions," he laughed.
"Take a breath and calm down."
"Well, it scares me to think that we'll
be at some devil worshippers' mercy," she answered, not bothering to hide
the shudder racing through her body.
"We're going to vacate the cave and
build a shelter in the woods before they have the chance to return. We'll find
a spot where we can watch the cave and know when they've arrived."
"What will happen then?"
"I'm hoping the boat they arrive on
has a radio so we can sneak onto it and contact someone," he explained. "Surely,
they'll have maps, or something to guide them to and from the island."
"I hadn't thought of that," she
murmured, feeling safe with Carter. For some reason, Jenna felt all her worries
beginning to vanish. She knew that somehow Carter would protect her.
*
* * *
Later that night, after eating their
dinner and bathing in the pond, they walked slowly toward the cave. Once they
reached the damp shelter, Carter set about building a fire with the twigs he
had gathered from the woods. It wasn't long before a
yellow glow filled the dark interior of the cave.
As Jenna looked at Carter, she felt a
yearning seize her insides. The need for him to make love to her again was
powerful. They had been so busy for several days collecting food and surviving,
lovemaking hadn't even been a thought, but now the
thought raced through her head with a speed that surprised her.
While she watched him with coveted glances,
the realization struck her that she loved him. Now she knew what she had felt
for Brody was only an attraction. With Carter, it was an all-encompassing
emotion, filling every fiber of her body.
When he lay down, she stood up and began
stripping off her clothing. She knew she was acting aggressively, but the need
that was flowing through her had to be appeased and only his lovemaking would
do it.
Once she was undressed, she walked slowly
over to him and kneeled down, straddling his shoulders. She pushed her body
down until the lips of her pussy were planted firmly
on his mouth. Moving slowly, she eventually felt the hot lick of his tongue as
it found her clitoris. The more she moved back and forth, the more he sucked
away at the tender meaty part of her body. As she moved forward, she felt his
tongue entering her vagina and felt a thrill pass through her body that she'd never experienced before. The rocking motion continued,
until she felt sparks of fiery heat make an invasion of her head.
Jenna felt an orgasm hit her with the
intensity of a sledgehammer. Her entire body tingled with the shock wave,
causing her to scream out in pleasure. When she could eventually control the
emotional reaction that had ripped through her, she moved her body down his, intentionally
caressing his chest with her hardened nipples. A shudder swiftly passed through
Carter.
Straddling his muscular hips, she found
his penis and felt it slide easily into her vagina. She rode his hard shaft,
creating a heated friction to fill her body. Her frenzied movements were not
only delighting Jenna, she could also feel spasms rocking Carter's body beneath
hers. The pleasure she experienced kept mounting in her and she moaned his name
over and over again.
The climax came for her quicker than she
expected it, but she kept up the movements, giving enjoyment to Carter.
Eventually, she felt the shuddering response of his climax as the white-hot
juice of Carter filled her. The feeling of euphoria passed swiftly through her
as she climaxed again with a heightened sensation that shook her.
Spent and drained, Jenna rolled away from
him. She tried lying quietly for a few minutes to slow down her breathing from
the exertion she'd exhibited in her wanton lovemaking
moments ago.
"You sure know how to please a man,"
he told her in a husky tone.
Jenna smiled across at him and silently
wished he could actually love her, but she decided she was going to have to
work on that part of their relationship. Didn't he
think she was still in love and engaged to Brody? She was going to have to tell
him her real feelings if they ever did escape this island.
"How
about another dip in the pond? It's either
gotten awfully hot in here in the last half hour, or the sex has raised my
temperature. Either way, I'd like nothing better than to feel the cool
waterfall tumbling down on my head."
"I'll race you," she challenged
as she started toward the entrance. She had only gotten a few feet when she saw
lights bobbing in the distance. She caught a flicker of what she thought was a
light near the sandy beach. Stopping, Jenna reached for Carter's hand and put
her finger to her lips. "Look." She pointed to where she meant.
"What's wrong?" he whispered,
sensing the urgency in her actions.
When Carter glanced to where she was looking,
he realized the people that held the devil worshipping had returned early.
According to the cave wall, they weren't supposed to
arrive for another week.
"Help me gather up all our
possessions and we'll hide in the woods," He had already turned toward the
cave.
Jenna hurried along behind him, grabbing
the clothing that was lying on the floor and pitching the things into the
suitcase. She remembered to grab her brush and mirror before heading out the
door, almost running toward the woods. As she glanced over her shoulder, she
saw that Carter was using a tree branch laden with leaves to
swipe across the sand and remove their footprints. He had thrown sand
over the fire and any of the wood that was burning was soon out.
*
* * *
It wasn't long
before he joined her some distance from the pond. As they cowered beside the
bushes, Carter raised his head to get a better look at the people that had just
arrived on the beach.
From what little he could tell in the
darkness, there were several people piling out of a motorized boat. The boat
was about five times larger than the raft that he and Jenna had used after being thrown overboard. He silently hoped there was some
sort of radio or map that he could use to find their way, once they reached the
boat and managed to commandeer it.
Eventually, he was able to count the new
arrivals. There were five that he could see. Carter
was hoping that there weren't more staying behind on
the boat. The only way they could escape was to wait until the middle of the
night and hopefully the arrivals would be bedded down.
The group eventually made their way past
Jenna and Carter, heading toward the cave. There was one thing that Carter
noticed. A woman had her hands bound behind her back and tape covering her
mouth. This was no doubt the sacrifice for their session on the island. He
silently wondered what they intended on doing to her. He only knew one thing
and that was he was going to have to help the woman if they tried to harm her.
Carter wasn't about to tell Jenna his plans.
Carter had noticed how the men looked
grubby and had several tattoos emblazoned across their chest. There wasn't any doubt in his mind that these were the same people
that had written the messages on the cave wall. He did notice that the most
favorite tattoo among the group was a picture of the devil encircled with
flaming fingers of fire.
He let out his breath with a sigh once
they entered the shelter. It wasn't long before giant
flames of fire lit the surrounding area. Jenna and Carter could see the group
more clearly as they set about building the bonfire even higher.
One of the men shouted to the other, "Do
you want to make our offering tonight, or wait until tomorrow?"
"Let's do it tonight," he
answered gruffly. "I'm feeling a little bloodthirsty. I'm sure our leader
will go along with it."
"But they're staying on the boat
tonight," another man answered.
"Well, that's just too bad," he
told him. "They'll just miss out on the fun."
"If we know what's good for us, we'll
wait until morning until the others join us," the second man warned his
companion.
"Oh, all right, we'll wait, but if
they aren't here by daybreak, we're going ahead with it."
Jenna leaned toward Carter. "Are they
going to sacrifice the woman they have tied up?"
"It seems so," he told her.
"We have to do something to help her,"
Jenna said urgently.
They could hear laughter and loud talking, but
they couldn't understand what they were saying.
*
* * *
While they waited for the boisterous group to
settle down for the night, Carter felt the bugs and insects making a meal of
his arms. He figured the same was happening to Jenna, but she didn't utter one word of complaint.
For what seemed like hours, they huddled together, waiting for
the voices to eventually die out for the night. It was
several hours before they thought it would be safe enough to sneak into the
cave and try to rescue the woman.
"Let's give it a try," he
whispered to her. "Be as quiet as you can."
*
* * *
Jenna
knew better than to say anything and alert the satanic group that they weren't the only people on the island. If they caught them,
Jenna realized that she and Carter could be the next offering for the cult.
She felt her heart beating so swiftly she
thought it was going to jump out of her chest at any moment. Every little noise
she heard in the still night air caused her pulse to accelerate again.
By the time they reached the edge of the
entrance to the cave, Carter stopped Jenna with a hand on her arm. She watched
as he reached up and touched her lips with his fingertips. When he made a
motion with his two fingers toward his eyes and then the cave door, she knew he
was sending her a signal that he wanted to look around before they entered.
She shook her head that she understood and
crouched even lower on the warm sand. Carter slowly made his way forward until
he was only a dark figure in the night. Again, Jenna held her breath, wondering
what Carter's plan was going to be for the men inside.
Soon she heard shouts drifting out to her
and inched closer to get a better look. What she saw caused her to feel a
little safer. Carter had managed to grab the guns the men had brought with them
and he was holding the cult members at bay.
"Jenna," he called out to her.
It didn't take
Jenna long to join him in the cave. She shuddered as she glanced around at the
dirty looking men scattered on the sandy floor. Their hair was long and stringy
and it didn't look as if they'd taken a bath in weeks.
"What should I do?" She went to
stand near Carter.
"Untie the woman and then we're going
to tie these men up," he explained, reaching for the rope and tape that
the group had brought with them.
Jenna didn't
hesitate in helping the woman remove the ties and tape. Carter handed Jenna the
rope and she, with the help of the woman, began securing it around each of the
men's arms and legs. Before long, they were secured
tightly.
"Now, we're going to make a run for
the boat," Carter told them, "but we're going to have to be extra
quiet. There are some members still on board."
The three ran swiftly across the sand
through the dark night. Scurrying over the sandy beach, they had only one
thought in mind, their transportation off the island was just a little distance
away. Carter had carried one of the guns with him and shoved it down in the
waistband of his jeans.
When they reached the boat, he stealthily
crawled on board and disappeared from their view. A month ago, she would have
never pictured the problems she was now having. But,
she realized that in the last couple of weeks, she had grown into a more mature
woman having to deal with different situations. She felt she owed her
transformation to the strong, resilient Carter.
Suddenly, she heard a scuffling sound
coming from beneath the upper deck of the boat. Jenna felt her heart racing
madly, wondering what had happened to Carter. If he were hurt, she wouldn't know what she'd do after just discovering her
feelings for him. He had told them to stay put, but it was the hardest thing
she ever had to do.
It seemed a lifetime passed, but it couldn't have been more than five minutes. She glanced up
and saw three dark figures climbing over the side of the boat. Her heart leaped
into her throat until she saw that Carter was holding a gun on the other two.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll
head up the beach before I unload this pistol on you both," he told the
men as they hit the sand with a running gait.
Carter
reached down and offered his hand to the two women and
pulled them aboard. When they reached the small cabin right off the upper deck
that housed the radio and maps, Carter lit his lighter and cupped it with his
hands to find out where the instrument panels were.
Jenna offered to help by taking the
lighter from Carter. She held it for him to see and still have the use of his
hands. As he pulled the wires from the ignition switch, she knew time was
important. Within seconds, he had stripped the rubber coating off the wires and
touched the different colored ones together. The engine spurted several times,
but eventually it roared into life.
Carter quickly grabbed the lever and
guided the boat out into the water. Once they reached a safe distance from shore,
he slowed the boat and lit the lighter again. It didn't
take him long to find the panel lights near the steering wheel.
The night was suddenly loud with shouts
and screams from the people standing at the edge of the water. The two men must
have run into the cave and untied the others they had left behind.
Within seconds, shots rang out and Jenna
ducked down, hoping that they were far enough away from shore that the bullets couldn't reach them.
The boat was too far out for the cult
members to swim to and reach it, so Jenna felt safer for the first time that
night. Just the thought of still being on the island with that group brought
shudders racing through her. There wasn't a doubt in
her mind that they would have been killed that night, or the next day. They
were shooting at them now without the thought that they may hit someone.
She noticed that Carter pushed the lever
down and sailed a little further out from the shoreline. She figured he was
just being on the safe side and making certain that the bullets couldn't reach them. It wasn't long
before he slowed the boat down to a crawl.
"Here's the compass and a map. I've
also found a radio, but I want to make sure we're farther away from the angry
crowd on the beach before we start looking at the map, or using the radio."
"I want to thank you for saving me,"
the woman they had rescued spoke into the quiet night. "My name is
Patricia Waverly."
"How did that group get you on the
island?" Jenna asked.
"I was at my beach house alone when
they broke in last night," she explained in a shaky tone. "I've never
seen any of them before, but I soon found out what they were up to. All they
could talk about was that they had found an offering to appease the devil."
"You must have been so frightened,"
Jenna said.
"Believe me, I thought I'd never live
to see tomorrow," her voice trailed off into silence.
Jenna glanced over to where Carter was
trying to get the control on the radio to work. He had spread a map out on the
small console and was trying to study it by the dim light overhead.
Neither was watching Patricia Waverly.
When she moved across the short space near the console, she picked up the gun
Carter had carried aboard. When Jenna glanced up, she couldn't believe her what she saw. Patricia Waverly was
aiming the gun at them.
"What are you doing?" Jenna
asked with a shocked sound flowing from her tone.
"The two of you are going to turn
this boat around and head back to the island," she said in a demanding
tone.
"Why would you want to go back?"
Carter asked, surprised over her actions.
"They weren't going to sacrifice me,"
she laughed, giving them a look that made them think she thought they were
fools. "They were trying to draw you out of your hiding place. My friends
figured you would be the knight in shining armor and try to rescue me. Only
their plan backfired. They drank too much and fell asleep."
"How did they know we were on the
island?" Jenna couldn't fully comprehend what
Patricia Waverly was telling her. "What would you have sacrificed if we
hadn't shown up?"
"We've been watching the island from
a safe distance," she informed them in a sarcastic tone. "And we
could always have used an animal for what we wanted to do. You're
wasting my time by talking so get this boat turned around. The others are going
to get impatient if I don't get you back to the island soon."
Carter fumed inwardly. He couldn't believe this was happening. There was no way he
intended to be taken back to the island and offered up
as a sacrifice. He would have to devise another plan and try to disarm her. "You're
nothing but a rotten bitch! You certainly are a good actor, though. You had me
believing you needed our help, but you were planning to have us killed instead."
Just saying the words and thinking what she had in mind for the two of them made
Carter see red again. His anger boiled over and without thinking, he made a
lunging dive for Patricia Waverly.
To Jenna's horror, she heard a loud shot
ring out and watched as Carter slumped over. Her adrenaline kicked in and she
ran across to Patricia Waverly and slammed her body against the other woman.
Patricia wasn't expecting the maneuver and started
falling. Without finding anything to grab onto, she fell over the side of the
boat into the churning water.
Jenna didn't
bother trying to help her as she ran across to Carter. It looked as if he had been shot in the side and red stains of blood were
soaking his shirt. She ripped off a strip of his shirt and folded it into a
makeshift bandage.
"Carter, can you hear me?" she
asked urgently.
"Yes," he managed to say through
clenched teeth.
"Hold this piece of shirt against
your side while I try to get someone on the radio."
After she got him to press the cloth
against his wound, she ran to the radio and started pressing the buttons. Jenna
picked up the microphone and heard a crackling sound echoing out to her.
"If anyone is out there, we need your
help immediately," Jenna pleaded frantically. "Carter McPherson has
been shot and we need medical attention, he's losing quite a bit of blood."
To Jenna's surprise, a voice came over the
radio. "This is the Coast Guard," he said, identifying who was
receiving her message. "What's your location?"
"I'm not sure," she answered,
beginning to feel as if this was a lost cause.
"Look on the boat's panel and tell me
what the compass reads," he told her. "This should tell me which way
you are heading."
"We just left a small island, but I don't
know what the name of it was," she said. "Hold on a minute. I have a
map with a location circled in red." Jenna carried the map over to the
light and read off the name of the island to the man listening on the other
end.
"Cut your engine and wait for us,"
he instructed her. "We know where you are located. We'll send a chopper
out to pick up the wounded man and you can travel back with us on the Coast
Guard ship."
"Thank you," Jenna answered,
reaching for the lever and pulling it all the way down. The boat slowed to
barely a crawl, but by keeping the hot wire connection, the lights still shined
across the choppy sea. She needed something to guide their rescuers in the dark
night.
She quickly walked over to Carter and
kneeled down beside him. He had let the shirt slip, so she placed it back over
his wound and pressed it tightly. It wasn't long
before she saw lights fast approaching. Overhead, Jenna heard the whirring
sound of the helicopter drawing near. When the Coast Guard reached them, they
shined a bright spotlight into the smaller boat.
The helicopter hovered for several
minutes, but eventually, Jenna saw a stretcher attached to a rope being lowered to their boat. When it was stationary, she didn't know how she was going to lift Carter onto the cot.
She didn't have to worry long as the Coast Guard boat
got closer to them and a man jumped across the short space separating the two
vessels.
It wasn't long
before he had placed Carter on the stretcher and strapped him in. Soon, Carter
was just a tiny speck as he was hoisted up to the
helicopter hovering overhead.
When the man helped Jenna board the Coast
Guard ship, she hurriedly told them what had happened and about the woman that
had fallen overboard. Even though she had shot Carter, Jenna felt she should at
least have them try to help her.
"We'll head in that direction before
going back to
By the time they reached the island, the
group that had arrived earlier was sitting on the sand. There with the men was
the woman that had fallen overboard. She had somehow made it back safely.
When the man on the top deck of the ship
pointed a huge gun toward the group, he didn't have
any problems in disarming them. As they were brought
aboard, they were taken below and placed in a room with a guard.
Jenna felt so tired from all that had
happened, but she was still concerned for Carter's safety. "Have you heard
anything about Carter?"
"I'm going to radio in now to see if
he's reached the hospital," he told her as he lifted the microphone.
She stood near him so she could hear all
of the conversation. Listening to his end, she realized that Carter was now
undergoing surgery and that was all the information they could tell him.
"I suppose you heard." He
glanced down at her.
"Yes, but how long will it be before
we get back to
"In about two hours," he said. "There's
a cot downstairs that you can rest on and I'll wake you when we arrive."
"That's very kind of you but I don't
think I can sleep," she refused his offer.
"Well, just go down and relax then,"
he said. "Follow the steps down and it's the first door on the right."
"Thank you," she murmured,
heading down the stairs. When she reached the lower deck, she opened the first
door to the right. There was only a cot and a small sink with a mirror
overhead.
Jenna took a look
in the mirror and gazed for a long time at the straggly looking woman staring
out at her. Her appearance was the least of her worries right then, though. Her
only concern was for Carter. This was the first time in her
life that she had put another person's welfare before her own. She'd discovered she loved Carter with all her heart. When
he was shot, her world felt as if it was collapsing
around her.
She didn't know
how much time had passed, but soon a knock sounded on her door. As she opened
it, she was greeted with a smile from the man she had
talked to earlier on the upper deck. "I wanted to let you know we'll be
docking in ten minutes."
"Do you think someone could take me
to the hospital?"
"I'll make sure I find someone to
give you a ride," he told her as he tipped his hat and started to make his
way up the stairs.
Jenna didn't
waste any time in rinsing off her face in the sink and trying to brush her hair
into some kind of order. If she was going to the hospital, she didn't want to look so disheveled.
By the time the car
she was riding in pulled up to the hospital entrance, Jenna only took seconds
to thank the man for taking the time to get her here. She hurried toward the
doors and waited until they swung open. As she walked down the hall, she got a
few curious stares, but Jenna didn't care. Her only
concern was finding out where they had Carter.
When she stopped at the front desk and
asked about Carter, the nurse on duty led the way down the hallway to a room.
Once inside, she saw that Carter was the lone occupant. He had his eyes closed
and she didn't know if he was asleep or still knocked
out from the drugs they'd given him during surgery.
She made her way over to the bed and
pulled a chair right next to him. Jenna took Carter's hand in hers and held it
gently. He still wasn't responding so she thought she'd
just sit and wait it out until he awakened.
"Carter," she whispered. "You
gave me a scare back there. I want you to know how much I love you. What I felt
for Brody was only an attraction. I can tell you all this because I know you
can't hear me."
"That's where you are wrong," he
said in a slurred tone. "I heard everything you said."
She didn't know
what to say. She had confessed her innermost thoughts to him, not realizing
that he was listening to every word. Jenna felt like a fool and started to pull
away from him.
His grip tightened on her hand. "Where
do you think you're going?"
"I didn't think you wanted to be
bothered with me now," she told him. "I've just made a complete fool
of myself."
"No you haven't," he said
softly. "If you couldn't tell I loved you, then you're blind."
"You love me!"
"That's what I said," he
whispered hoarsely "and don't try to get away from me again."
"You can be assured I won't,"
she promised him. "Have you heard anything about the rest of the people on
the yacht?"
"I asked the helicopter pilot about
them and he said they managed to sail back to
"I'm glad to hear everyone is all
right," she murmured. "I have to find Brody and give back his ring."
"You'd better," he told her. "I'm
not about to ever let you go."
Jenna reached over and kissed his lips.
The possessive warmth coming from Jenna
only made Carter hungry for more. When he tried to move, he groaned loudly.
Just then a nurse came into the room.
"You're going to have to leave now," she told Jenna. "He
needs his rest."
"I'll be back tomorrow, minus the
engagement ring," she told Carter as she leaned toward him to brush his
cheek with her lips.
"I'll be here waiting for you,"
he told her. "We have a lot of plans to make tomorrow."
Jenna walked from the hospital feeling as
if she was on a cloud. It wouldn't take her long to
return Brody's ring and end their engagement. She would have to check in with
her parents and let them know she was all right. She also wanted to tell them
of her change in plans about Brody.
Her agenda for the following day was to
return to the hospital and make Carter her sole priority. A month ago she was traveling through life without a purpose, but
since meeting Carter, everything had changed for her. She was no longer the
spoiled brat that had stepped foot on the yacht that sunny day.
Carter had brought out two traits in her
that Jenna didn't know she possessed. One was
determination and the other was a commitment to succeed in life. She felt
Carter had taught her what love really meant. They had faced
perils on the small island and were now stronger in their love for one another.
Jenna felt she had found the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with
and knew time wouldn't change her feelings.
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Mary Ann is married with two sons and writes erotic romances full
time with her sister Suzanne. Suzanne is also married with
two daughters and also devotes her time to writing.