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tomorrow.”
    “You bet we will.” She grasped his hand and threw it away from my hip. “Don’t you touch her!”
    “I’m gonna deck you one, if you don’t shut up, Miss Mayfair,” warned Jack in a steely tone. “Go to sleep, woman.”
    She huffed indignantly, shifting on the wooden beams. The braided fronds only cushioned the wood slightly. Jack’s arm went around me again, his lengthy body pressing into my backside. I felt utterly comfortable being this close to him, although I shouldn’t. I’d never slept with a man before. I enjoyed the warmth of him and the sound of his breathing, which mingled with croaking toads in the foliage behind us.

Chapter Three
     
     
    It wasn’t the noisy seagull that woke me the next morning. It was the feel of a hand, under my dress, touching my body in a way no hand should, unless it belonged to my lawfully wedded husband. While the sky became steel gray in color, the sun not quite over the horizon yet, Jack explored me in a lazy, unimpeded manner. I wore only a shift beneath the dress and nothing else. His lips were on the back of my neck, while his hand kneaded my tummy, massaging and drifting lower by the second. He encountered a thatch of pubic hair and then, he dipped into my snatch, coating himself in my wetness.
    I had washed in the ocean yesterday to remove the blood from my thighs and the traces of his seed. His explorations revealed my wetness, the creamy residue making his finger slick and easy to maneuver. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I feared waking Pricilla. She lay on her back with her fingers enfolded over her chest, softly snoring.
    Jack kissed my neck, chin, and face, coaxing me to give him my mouth. Our tongues met for a lengthy kiss that robbed me of my senses, leading me down the slippery road of sin. I thoroughly enjoyed kissing; the intimacy of exploring another person’s mouth left me yearning for more, my body heated to the core.
    “Oh…”
    His finger was thick yet abrasive and determined to please. I could hardly move being wedged between him and Pricilla. I lay on my side with Jack’s finger exploring deep within my sore pussy. It had not yet fully recovered from yesterday. Pleasure began to flare that I could not deny. He knew me well, thrusting further and rubbing something extraordinarily wicked. I had to clamp my lips together to keep from crying out.
    Over and over he drove into me, wetting his entire hand with my juices. His hardness pressed against my bottom, demanding entrance. I wanted to cry out with disappointment when he withdrew suddenly, leaving me unsatisfied. Instead, I felt the rounded tip of him pressing, sinking. Jack’s raspy breathing was in my ear, his teeth grazing my lobes, biting gently. This sent little flutters of sensation straight into my cunt. Tingles stole up and down my back, bursting from of my nerve endings like fireworks out of control.
    How no one perceived what we were doing was a mystery. My would-be brother-in-law was defiling me on a communal bed. His cock slid in and out far too easily. I should have been ashamed, truly. It had hurt in the jungle yesterday, but now…it was delightfully pleasurable. He struggled to keep from groaning, his body straining to work me, carefully, quietly, so as to not wake anyone. His movements were gentle and persistent, filling me to my womb with each plunge.
    “Oomm…” He toyed with my nub, teasing it to respond, thereby fanning the flames of arousal in me even further. With each thrust, I knew my body would shiver with release…soon. “Oohh…”
    “Sheee...” he warned.
    His hand gripped my hip as he increased the tempo, his cock slick with my satiny fluids. His groans were deeper now, more ragged around the edges. I clamped my lips together as sensation washed over me, making my stomach convulse and my pussy clench around him.
    “Oh, yes…” he whispered.
    He knew I had reached orgasm, because he grunted then and stiffened, filling me with semen. He took