Completion Chapter 203

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"What the fuck are you doing?" Brack's sharp green eye and blue eye almost popped out of his head.

"Sorry, honey, I didn't want to drip on the floor," I turned to the bathroom where I left my bag. I gave an exaggerated sway to my hips and peeked over my shoulder. Brack Jacobs was an ass man. He didn't so much as glance up as his eyes stayed glued to my butt cheeks. Score fifteen for me for breaking his shades. With one last hip sway, I closed the door behind me.

There, take that you irritating sex god. I'd spent so much time in locker rooms that I wasn't particularly shy about my body. Having a stranger see my naked ass sticking out the back of a hospital gown was one thing. Seducing the man I wanted to fuckentirely another.

After a quick shower, I dried off and donned another pair of shorts and t-shirt. I had one additional clean pair in the bag along with a pair of jeans. There were two bathing suits too. With no one around, I probably wouldn't bother with a suit. I needed to screw Brack's brains out and sweet talk him into getting me out of here. I worked quite hard to have a body that looked good in a short tennis skirt. Muscled legs and ass aside, I could hold my own. A luxury resort somewhere in Mexico would have everything I needed. I could wear sunglasses and remain incognito until the police caught my crazy stalker. This island wouldn't work for the training I needed to compete.

Brack was cooking when I came out. His jeans hung low on his hips and his t-shirt hugged each and every inch of muscle. The man was delectable. My stomach gave a loud growl when the smell of bacon filled my senses. He fed me some kind of soup the day before and I'd only seen eggs in the box. There was no denying the sizzling scent of bacon. "Can you doctor my head again," I asked as I drew closer.

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Brack turned slowly. I'm sure he wondered if I was dressed. His expression remained stoic giving nothing away, not even disappointment that I had clothes on. "Sure, give me a minute to finish this. You hungry?"

"Starving. Where did the bacon come from?"

"There was an ice chest waiting for us on the porch. I brought it inside yesterday so it would stay cooler."

Eggs and bacon were fine, but I needed healthy carbs to keep me going. "Any chance there's fruits and veggies in there?"

"I think there's some papaya and a few other pieces of fruit. I didn't ask for vegetables because I can't stand 'em. I'll send a list to Mack and he can pick some up before the next drop off if you insist."

I wouldn't bother insisting. We'd be gone before I missed them and I could live with the fruit until we took off. Brack turned off the gas burners and grabbed the med kit. "Turn around."

I meekly did as told. Well, for a few minutes. As soon as he was engrossed in putting ointment on my scalp, I stuck my ass out a bit and took a half step backward. Oh my. Mister I'm totally unaffected had a hard-on. So of course I wiggled.

His unoccupied hand dropped to my waist and his fingers squeezed. "Stop that."

"Why?" I asked throatily.

Using his hand to hold me still, he finished bandaging my head while remaining silent. I turned as soon as he released me and completely invaded his space. I wasn't a petite thing who could get away with pouting. It made me look ridiculous. I did have nice eyes, though, and I used them. God, his were stunning. I blinked slowly.

"This won't work," he muttered with his lips inches from mine.

"Sure it will. You're hard, I'm needy. Why make it complicated?"

"Because you're a job and-"

I interrupted. "All the better. No ties, we go our separate ways when the creep is found. We don't need to be lonely or-" I reached down and ran my fingers over the outline of his erection, "in pain."

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He stopped my exploration with a firm grasp on my hand. "Did it occur to you that I may not be interested?"

"With this big boy, I doubt it." God, I sounded desperate, and where the hell did 'big boy' come from? That sounded adolescent.

He smiled and his full lips came a tiny bit closer. "I suffered through puberty with no ill effects. I think I can handle a slutty tennis player with a need to take her mind off death."

I didn't back away. "That was mean." I knew I wasn't a slut, but so what if I were. To hell with the double standard shit. I would fuck who I wanted and enjoy each sweaty, scorching moment.

"No," his voice lowered a notch, "this is mean." He lifted me in his arms and I immediately knew what he intended. Before I could struggle, he upended me over his shoulder.

"You wouldn't dare," I yelled. I began kicking as he walked out the open door and headed to the ocean. My yells turned into screams, "Don't plan on sleeping tonight because I'll kil-"

Airborne.

Water.

I came up yelling. "What? Are you married or something?"

He had already headed back to the hut, but turned to answer. "No, I'm just picky about my bed partners."

I sank down into the water as he walked away. While cooling down, I tried to decide what to do next. I had the special cell phone to call my father, but knew he wouldn't help me get out of here. Picky my ass. I was picky and I knew Brack was attracted to me. He wouldn't last another day. His dick had to be uncomfortable. I sank farther into the water and swam out a ways. I was too horny to put up with him right now. I pushed my fingers down the front of my shorts delving beneath my panties. I found my clit and rubbed. A few frustrating minutes later, I knew it wouldn't work. I needed my faithful vibrator to get off. I hoped Brack suffered as much as I was. If he didn't, I would see that he did. Being tossed in the ocean would give me fewer clothes to wear. I would parade naked each and every minute if it accomplished my goal. Brack had met his match, he just didn't know it.

With plan B in place, I waded out of the water, removed my clothes, and walked back inside. He wasn't looking at me this time. I couldn't help myself and flung the wet clothes against his back. The satisfying splat was short lived.

"You want food, you'll damn well put some clothes on and behave yourself. I'll have Ensure nutritional shakes delivered and you can live off those. It's not an idle threat."

So- he spoiled plan B. I had to eat something besides shakes and the processed shit in those would likely kill me. The fact he wasn't turning around and looking at me had me smiling and envisioning plan C. "Sure thing, boss." Two could play his game.

"Take your wet clothes into the bathroom, rinse them out, and hang them over the porch railing. I have a feeling you'll be wearing them again soon."

I walked close to his side, bent over, and picked up the clothes. The bulge in his jeans had me smiling again. His pant legs were still wet from carrying me into the surf. "You want me to rinse out your jeans too? I'll turn my back while you take them off."

"Do you ever stop?" Now he was looking at me from the corner of his eye.

"No, not when there's something I want." My eyes went to his crotch. "I'm picky too." With a last scorching look, I headed to the bathroom.

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