Siren Island: Shipwrecked (An Erotic Adventure Series) Read Free Page B

his time enjoying the hospitality of my orifice, reaming me gently for long minutes until his softened phallus slid free.
    I pushed him, trying to get up. “You’re no gentleman.”
    “No, I’m not.” Amusement lit his eyes.
    I had to take care of personal business. There was wetness sliding down my inner thighs. I crawled over him and got to my feet, smoothing down the wrinkled material of the dress. The humidity was considerable this morning, the moisture hanging in the air like a soggy blanket. How I wished I didn’t have to wear this heavy brocade gown. We had been preparing for dinner before the storm had tossed the ship onto the reef. Now I was trapped in a stifling dress that the dictates of etiquette would not release me from.
    As I wandered down the beach, I came upon pieces of wreckage along with crates of cargo. With any luck, they might contain useful things such as clothing and preserved meat. I was short a pair of shoes, having lost them in the bid to stay afloat in the churning ocean.
    When I was safely away from camp, I worked the tiny buttons on the front of my dress and removed it. I wore a white cotton shift, which I considered leaving on, but…there was no one here, so I lifted it over my head, exposing myself to the world. I’d never gone naked in the outdoors before, and how freeing it was! I luxuriated in the feel of the sun on my skin, the wind in my hair, and the relief from all constriction. Wading into the water, I marveled at the clearness of the ocean, being able to see my toes under the water. I bathed in solitude, scrubbing, rinsing, and floating in utter bliss.
    “Miss Wordsworth!” Pricilla stood on the shore with her hands on her hips. Her blonde hair was a tangled mess around her shoulders. Her brows were drawn together. “Are you naked?”
    “Why, yes, I am.” I stood chest deep in the warm water. “It’s marvelous. You should get in.”
    “Come out now, Lucy, before someone sees you.”
    “There’s no one here.”
    “I’m here! I could’ve been that horrible man, Mr. Carlyle. What would Samuel say about you traipsing around nude? If your mother, God rest her soul, saw you like this, she’d send you to a convent. Get out now!”
    The mention of Samuel dampened the pleasure of the morning. I was a horrible fiancé for not searching for him. Worse, the ocean had claimed the engagement ring he had given me, because it was a size too big. Memories of the jungle and the liberties Jack had taken tinged my cheeks red with shame. Pricilla was right. I had to remember my duties and moral obligations, even in times of shipwreck. The Lord was testing me, and I had failed.
    “I’m coming.”
    “Quick, girl! Before they see you!”
    I strode towards her proudly, my hair down my back, water pouring from me. I felt like a sea goddess emerging from Poseidon’s lair, my breasts firm and high, nipples hardened by the cooling wind. It was marvelous to be clean.
    “You should bathe, Pricilla.”
    “Heaven’s not.” She eyed my chest. “Put this on right now.” She held my shift.
    “I’m going to find Samuel today.”
    “Of course you are, my dear.”
    I rung out my hair. “I know he’s alive.”
    “That’s enough now. You can do that later. Get dressed this instant!”
    “Yes, Pricilla.”
    Back at camp, a fire had been lit, and fish grilled over a sheath of metal. The occupants had awoken, looking bedraggled and smelling pungent, the men with sweat stains under their arms and the women in a similar condition.
    Jack threw a pair of shoes at me. “Try ‘em on.”
    “Good morning, Mr. Carlyle.”
    He grinned wickedly. “It sure is.”
    I tingled in my tummy and cursed him at the same time. “Where’d you find them?”
    “You don’t wanna know.”
    He’d taken them from a dead body. I shivered at the thought, but I needed shoes badly. They were a size too big, but I was grateful for them, nonetheless.
    “Have you found Samuel?”
    “No, ma’am.”
    “I’m