OIL RIG

OLIVIA T. TURNER
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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We’re old school on my oil rig.
There’s no fancy equipment or high-tech computers, just brute strength with
jacked muscles.
A bunch of roughnecks stuck in the ocean for months at a time, working hard
physical labor while trying not to kill each other.
So what happens when an innocent angel with mesmerizing curves shows up
at the rig in a boat?
Everyone wants her, but she’s mine.
It’s time to show these roughnecks who the true alpha of this oil rig is.
And it’s time to show this beauty that she belongs in my possessive arms.
She washed up on my rig, which means she’s mine.
I’m keeping her.
And we’re in international waters, so there’s no one to stop me…

Shane is a big man with a big drill who’s been locked away on an oil rig for
far too long. When a young hottie shows up at his feet, all of that pent-up
arousal comes flooding out!
Insta-love at its finest in a SAFE read with no cheating and a super sweet
HEA guaranteed. Enjoy!
To all the people fighting for animals.
You’re the best kind of human.
 CHAPTER ONE

Janice

“H OLD ON !” T YLER HOLLERS AS HE CRANKS THE THROTTLE AND OUR BOAT

takes off. I grab onto the rope and hold on with all of my strength as the boat
pounds into the waves, making the three of us bounce violently around.
Crystal almost flies off, but I grab onto her arm and hold her in.
“Is she okay?!” Tyler hollers over the roaring of the engine and the rough
waves.
“Don’t stop!” I shout as he’s about to slow down. He cranks the throttle
back up and we keep flying forward.
The wind is whipping my face, spittles of saltwater drenching us as we
attack.
I grit my teeth as we race toward the large rusty ship in the distance.
Those fuckers have been breaking international law for the past three
weeks, illegally hunting whales by drawing them in close with bright
spotlights throughout the night.
It ends today.
I glance over at the six other boats headed in their direction. All six have
Marine Protectors emblazoned on the side in bright yellow writing.
It’s been three years since I’ve joined the organization and this is my
ninth run in the field. Today we’re battling in the South China Sea.
It gets more exciting every time. I think I’m starting to become an
adrenaline junkie or something. My prim and proper mother would be
horrified.
“Get right up to it!” I shout over the roaring of the engine to Tyler. He
turns the boat as I grab the long metal pole.
There’s nothing I hate more than illegal poachers preying on the sweet
vulnerable ocean creatures. They are truly the worst of humanity. It’s bad
enough that we dump all our garbage into the innocent animals’ habitat, but
these fuckers have no morals when it comes to killing our fellow mammals.
Boat three arrives first and I watch with my heart pumping in exhilaration
as Patrick wrestles with the crew. They hate us as much as we hate them.
“Go around the other side!” I shout to Tyler. He arcs the boat and Crystal
nearly falls in again as we dart around to the opposite side. All of the crew is
distracted with boat three and boat five as it arrives, so they don’t see us.
Tyler slows the engine and I jump up with the metal pole. Crystal holds
my legs as I slam the tip into the bright spotlights, smashing the glass. I close
my eyes and turn my head as some of the broken shards rain down when the
boat drifts too close.
One of the poachers shouts something in a foreign language as he points
at me with a menacing finger. I grit my teeth as he comes rushing over with
two other huge men.
“Hold on!” Tyler hollers as he restarts the engine. I manage to break two
more lights before we’re whipped away and I fall onto Crystal. She wraps her
arms around me and holds me tight as Tyler circles around and heads to
another point on the ship that’s unguarded. The other boats have arrived and
some of the guys are fist fighting with the poachers on their ship.
Adrenaline is surging through my veins. I’m energized to the max as we
arrive back at the ship and I start punching out more lights. There are dozens
of them, but some of the other Marine Protectors are doing the same. We’re
almost done.
One of the Protectors named Matthew gets jumped from behind and starts
taking some punches. Tyler and Crystal leap onto the ship when they see it
and I’m suddenly all alone as they rush over to help him.
It’s chaos as more of my friends spill onto the ship to get the guys off.
Matthew pops up, red-faced and breathing hard, but he seems to be okay.
My boat is rocking and drifting away with no one at the motor, so I’m
forced to lower the pole and jump into the driver’s seat.
A loud cracking boom rips through the air. I look up and swallow hard
when I see the Captain standing on the deck with a shotgun in his hands. He
pumps it again and screams something in his language as he points the barrel
at us.
None of us know what he’s saying, but the intention is clear. He wants us
off his ship now.
And with no weapons of our own, we’re forced to oblige.
Everyone rushes off the ship and jumps back into our boats. I’m far away
now, so Tyler and Crystal jump onto boat two before it zooms away.
I hang back, making sure everyone is safe before I follow the line of boats
back to our waiting ship that’s anchored a few miles away.
The poachers’ ship seems to be clear of all our people. The poachers are
cursing and hollering at us as everyone speeds away. In addition to breaking
all of the lights, our guys have stolen their nets and broken their equipment.
They looked pissed. Good. The fuckers.
I give them the finger before I turn the boat and start to head back.
Another blast echoes through the air and I hear something explode behind
me. Really close behind me. I turn and gasp when I see smoke coming out of
my engine.
No…
 My friends are all speeding off into the distance.
The man reloads.
I hit the throttle and the boat moves forward, but it’s slow and it groans
with the grinding sound of metal on metal. There’s also a black trail leaking
out behind me, which I feel horrible about. I’m trying to make the ocean a
better place for the marine life, not pollute it with oil and gas.
My boat putters as it goes much too slowly. I can’t even see the others
now.
I look back and the ship has gone on its way, probably headed home as
it’s forced to abandon its asshole immoral objective.
At least we won the battle. Although my boat does seem to be one of the
casualties.
It makes a sad whining noise and then ceases completely.
“No!” I gasp as a big plume of black smoke billows up from the engine.
I desperately look it over, seeing if there’s anything I can do. It’s
hopeless. There’s a fist-sized hole in the engine.
That’s okay, I tell myself. They’ll come back for me when I don’t return.
But it’s then that I realize that Tyler has the GPS for the boat in his
pocket. His instructions not to leave the boat no matter what were ignored
and now I’m paying the price.
I suck in a tight breath as I look around. It’s just endless horizon. Endless
blue. Endless water that I’m now lost in.
Shit.
I’m so screwed.
 CHAPTER TWO

Shane

“D RILL NUMBER NINE IS STILL DRY ,” M ILES SAYS AS HE PULLS UP THE DATA
on the computer.
I’m standing over his shoulder, looking at the numbers on the screen.
“Increase it by another three hundred feet,” I tell him. “If we don’t hit, we
might have to relocate it.”
He nods as he starts typing away, putting my instructions into the
program.
I’m just about headed to the cafeteria for lunch when the little radio
strapped to my shoulder squawks on.
“Boss, you better get to platform six,” Jamal says, sounding a bit
panicked. “Quickly.”
Miles looks up at me. “Charlie and Troy are working on platform six.”
Shit. Those two roughnecks are always at each other’s throats. I told
Rachel not to schedule them anywhere near each other. She must have
forgotten.
I sigh as I squeeze the button on my microphone. “Coming.”
 “Should I call security?” Miles asks.
I flex my arms and roll my shoulders. “I am the security.”
“You know what I mean,” he calls out as I charge for the door. “I can call
some of the big boys for help.”
“No,” I whisper as I head out the door, adrenaline already flowing
through my jacked veins. This is my rig, this is my situation alone to handle.
I could use some fun.
Heads turn as I rush down the metal walkway and leap over the rail to
land on the stairs below. It’s been too long since I’ve blown off some steam.
I’ve been on this oil rig in the middle of the South China Sea for twelve
years now. It’s been sixteen long months since I’ve stood on dry land.
I should take a break. I need a break, but this is my baby and I don’t want
to trust it to anyone else.
It’s an old-fashioned oil rig. We still do most of the grunt work with our
bare hands unlike all the other fancy, corporate-conglomerate-owned oil rigs
these days that do everything with robots and computers. You gotta be tough
as shit to work on my rig.
But there’s a problem with sticking dozens of tough guys onto one
platform in the middle of the ocean for months at a time—they get antsy. And
that’s when the fights start.
“Another fight?” Conner laughs as I charge by, my steel-toed boots
slamming into the metal platform.
“Bet you it’s Charlie and Troy again,” Roger says with a chuckle.
My heart is pounding with anticipation as I sprint along platform five and
then rush up the stairs.
It’s a windy day and my old ripped-up t-shirt that has more dried oil
stains on it than a mechanic’s rag is whipping around my body as I run up the
stairs.
Just as Jamal said, the two roughnecks are throwing down. He shrugs as I
run by him. “I didn’t know what to do.”
 “I’ll handle it,” I say as I squeeze my hands into fists.
Troy is huge. A former linebacker in college who’d be busting heads in
the NFL right now if he hadn’t blown out his knee.
And Charlie is not much smaller. He’s pure muscle underneath that layer
of fat. The boy’s got farm strength. The best kind. He probably came out of
the womb hauling heavy haystacks around.
Troy’s got Charlie pushed up against the drill pipe with a big hand
wrapped around his neck. Troy punches him in the stomach and Charlie
grunts as he absorbs it.
These fucking idiots. The chain is loose at their feet. That’s a good way to
lose some fingers or toes.
I grab the loose chain with one hand and the big tongs on the drill with
the other. Charlie elbows Troy in the neck as I put my foot on the slip and
wrap the chain up. The boys really start going at it now, throwing and
absorbing one hard blow after another.
When the chain is secure, I push away the drill and charge over.
Charlie is bent over as Troy lands thunderous bombs into his ribs. I grab
the big guy and throw him off. His body flies across the platform and slams
into the metal cage.
There’s fury on his face until he sees who threw him.
“Mr. Phillips,” he says, dropping his swollen red eye. His body language
turns submissive—head down, big shoulders caved in.
Charlie’s got more of a temper and stands up with a growl. I turn to him
as he charges at Troy.
He gets halfway.
I slam my big arm into his neck and wrap it around his head, securing
him in a tight chokehold. He screams in fury as he thrashes around, trying
furiously to get out.
There are guys watching all around me now. Above my head on the upper
platforms and gathering on the staircases to the sides. I gotta send a message
to everyone about starting fights on my rig. I’ll finish the fights. Always.
With a grunt, I hoist the big boy into the air and slam him back down to
the metal grate. He whimpers as the air is knocked out of his lungs. I let his
momentum carry me down and I smash my knee into his thick neck.
“You want more?” I ask through gritted teeth, my hands squeezing into
fists. I really hope he’s not done.
His face turns red as he looks up at me, his hands trying unsuccessfully to
push my muscular leg off him.
“No…” he wheezes breathlessly.
“No what?”
“No… Mr. Phillips…”
“That’s better.”
The men are laughing as I release his neck and he takes deep gulps of air.
I stand up, my body jacked and ready for more action as I look around at
all of the men. “You fight on my rig,” I shout in a deep commanding voice.
“You’re going to go toe-to-toe with me!”
Troy gulps as I walk up to him. “I went easy on you guys this time,” I
say. “Last warning. The next boys who fight on my rig will get dragged
away. I’ll feed you to the fucking sharks, I swear. Don’t forget we’re in
international waters out here and laws don’t apply.”
He nods his head and mutters an apology as he looks down at the swirling
ocean water below, probably thinking about the sharks lying in wait below
the waves.
I turn to Charlie who is just starting to get up to his feet. He looks pissed
as he approaches me, getting right in my face. “You touch me again and I’ll
fucking lay you out.”
He doesn’t even see my fists coming. I release a straight left and then a
hard roundhouse. They both connect hard and when I follow up with an
uppercut, he’s out before he falls to the ground.
“This is my rig!” I shout to the men. “Don’t fucking test me!”
 Suddenly they all remember they have something urgent to take care of
because they’re disappearing along the walkways and racing back down the
stairs.
“And don’t leave the fucking chain loose again,” I bark at Troy before
turning to get my lunch. “That’s a fireable offense.”
“Yes, sir,” he says with his eyes on my boots.
I step over Charlie and head to the stairs. Jamal follows me. “Any
punishment, sir?”
“They just got their punishment.”
“Maybe a break might be in order,” he says as he follows me down the
stairs. “It’s been three months since the men have been on land and it’s
starting to show. This is the fourth fight this week and the morale seems to be
at an all-time low.”
I look at him with a raised eyebrow. “What are you suggesting?”
“Maybe a four or five day break for the guys would help. We could bring
them to Ho Chi Minh City and they can blow off some steam. Get drunk, get
laid, get in fights that aren’t with each other.”
“Maybe that’s not a bad idea,” I admit. “I could stay behind with a
skeleton crew.”
“I was thinking you should go too,” he says. I turn to him and he holds
my eyes. “When was the last time you had a girl?”
Um, never. I’m an entrepreneur running a twenty million dollar business
in the middle of the fucking ocean. When the hell would I have time for
something as frivolous and unimportant as getting a girl?
“You gotta settle down sometime,” Jamal says. “Meeting a nice girl
would help take some of your edge off.”
“I like my edge,” I grunt back. Jamal is close to crossing the line, but he
is family, so he has more leeway than the other men. He married my sister
and is a good husband. If any of the other crew dared to speak to me like this,
I’d grab them by the back of the neck and launch them off my rig.
 “Don’t you want to have a family and kids?” he asks. “Otherwise, what
are you working so hard for?”
“This conversation is over,” I say in a low controlled tone as I turn back
to the ocean.
Fuck, he’s got my mind spinning now. Of course, I would love to find a
wife. A girl to be obsessed with and fill up with a ton of babies. But in all of
the forty-four years I’ve been on this planet, I haven’t found her. Not even
close. I’ll know the one when I see her. If I ever see her.
My eyes narrow when I spot something in the water a few miles out. Is
that a boat?
“Look over there,” I say, pointing to it.
Jamal peers over my shoulder. “That’s a boat! There’s a woman in there.”
I must need contacts because I can barely see her. I can just make out the
image of someone rowing toward us with one oar.
I squeeze the microphone strapped to my shoulder. “Steve.”
He clicks on a few seconds later. “Yeah, boss?”
“There’s a stranded boat with a woman inside headed our way. Send
someone to pick her up.”
“On it.”
I keep my eyes on her as she struggles to approach. She’s got heart,
navigating her way through the ocean like that.
“Ohhh,” Jamal says with a grimace. “Looks like a Marine Protectors
boat. It’s written on the side.”
“You can read that?” I say, squinting as I barely see a yellow blur
smudged on the side of the boat. I definitely need contacts. I’m getting too
old.
I bet it’s going to kill a hippie environmentalist to be saved by an evil oil
rig owner. People like her have protested against us before, but what does she
expect the world to do? The world needs oil and it needs people like us to get
it. Her included. Even that busted-up boat she’s on needs gas for the motor.
 I keep my eyes on her as she stands up and frantically waves her arms at
us, trying to get our attention.
Whoever this girl is, she’s lucky to have washed up on my rig.
She’ll probably hate me but that won’t stop me from keeping her safe and
from treating her right.
I may be a rough asshole boss, but I’m also a gentleman.
She’ll find that out soon enough.
 CHAPTER THREE

Shane

“R ECORD PROFITS LAST QUARTER , SIR ,” MY ACCOUNTANT W ALLACE SAYS AS I

look at the figures on the papers he’s just handed to me. “It’s been a heck of a
profitable three years.”
I go over the numbers and feel the relief that always comes to an
entrepreneur who finds out they can clear payroll, all the expenses, and have
a healthy profit left over for themselves. I’ve done very well with this rig.
It was almost left for scrap when I discovered it twelve years ago. A
Japanese company was pretty much giving it away and I scrounged up all the
money I could and bought it. The first few years were rough. It was just me
and a couple of ex-cons doing our best to manhandle the rusty metallic beast
into submission, fighting the wind and waves and occasionally, each other.
We got it up and running again and hired more people as we began to turn a
profit.
All these years later and I’ve got a stacked bank account, but I’m stuck
out here in the ocean with nothing or no one to spend it on.
I love this life. Being in the ocean, the waves, the wind, the storms, the
freedom. I love grabbing an out-of-control pipe wrench and wrestling it down
with my hands. I love the physicality, the roughness, being the alpha of a
large crew of roughnecks. I love it all.
But what Jamal said has gotten to me. It’s been nibbling at the back of my
mind like a persistent little rat. Maybe I am ready to move on.
Ready to have an office on dry land and come home to a pretty little thing
every night. Someone with a sweet smile that I can spoil. Someone who can
give me a house full of kids. Someone who spreads their legs for me every
night and lets me slip into their warm wet pussy.
I groan just thinking about it. It’s something I’ve never cared about, but
now… I don’t know… Something’s changing. Maybe I’m getting older.
Maybe I’m feeling the time starting to slip away. Or, maybe I just need to get
off this damn rig for a few days.
“Here are some recommended accounting changes to implement this
quarter,” Wallace says as he hands me another paper. “I’d like to get your
approval on them.”
I can barely look at the papers with all this unfamiliar need flowing
through my veins.
Luckily, there’s a knock at the door and I can put down the papers. “What
is it?”
The door opens a crack and Jamal pops his head in. “The girl from the
boat is here.”
I perk up. “Is she okay?”
He nods. “She was a bit thirsty, but she’s fine. She’d like to say thank you
for taking her in.”
Hopefully, it won’t take too long. I don’t have much patience to deal with
this hippie while I’m feeling all edgy inside.
“Alright,” I say with a sigh. “Send her in.”
Jamal swings the door open and my quick glance turns into a stunned,
open-mouthed stare as the most mesmerizing girl I’ve ever seen walks in.
 My core clenches. My heart beats frantically. I’m shaky all over as I stare
in wonder and awe as she steps into my office.
This is the girl? This is the girl from the boat?
Fucking hell, if I knew she was in that boat I would have dove off the
edge of the rig and swam to her. She’s a goddess. A gift.
She’s wearing a loose short-sleeved pink shirt and cut-off jean shorts. I
swallow hard as I look her over, wanting to take my time and study every
enticing inch. She’s all tatted up on her left arm. A long beautiful sleeve of
ink runs from under her sleeve all the way down to her wrist—a colorful
design of whales and dolphins leaping out of waves.
I look up at her face and it’s like a hand has reached into my chest and is
squeezing my soul. I can’t breathe with those sexy blue eyes on me. Long
blonde hair tumbles down around her in waves, the saltwater giving her hair a
surfer, all-day-at-the-beach kind of vibe. She has several tiny braids with
colorful beads at the tips mixed in with her loose hair.
My hands clench around my armrests as she looks at me from under those
long black lashes. I’ve never felt desire like this. It’s incapacitating. It’s
unreal. I feel paralyzed as I sit here under her spell.
Those pink lips… fuck, I can’t stop staring at them. I want to cup those
beautiful cheeks and pull her mouth to mine. I want to taste her innocence. I
want to ruin her with sin.
“How long were you lost at sea?” Wallace asks innocently.
A low possessive growl rumbles out of my throat as I turn to him with
deadly eyes. “Get. Out.”
He jerks his head back in shock as he turns to me with wide eyes. “Sir?”
“You heard me. Get out.”
He’s confused, I’m sure. So am I. I’ve never talked to him like this
before, but he doesn’t question me or linger around to find out what’s up. He
quickly gathers his papers and rushes out the door, passing my sweet girl
without a look. Wallace always was a smart one.
 Jamal looks equally confused in the doorway. He’s looking at me like
I’ve lost my mind.
If he only knew. My mind is gone. It’s absorbed with this goddess
standing in front of me. All rationality gone. All control gone.
It’s just her. She’s all that’s left. She’s all that matters.
“Close the door, Jamal. Leave us.”
He glances at my girl in confusion and then closes the door. I feel a rush
of fury ripping through me at that look. I don’t like anyone’s eyes on her
except for mine. She belongs to me.
She’s mine alone.
I’ll make sure every roughneck on this fucking rig knows that or they’ll
lose their neck. There’s no way in hell I’m going to allow my girl to be
gawked at by a bunch of cavemen as she saunters around my rig. I’ll throw
anyone with wandering eyes to the sharks.
“Are you okay?” I hear myself ask in a shaky voice. Someone should be
asking me that. I’ve never felt less okay, less in control. This girl has rocked
me something fierce.
“I’m okay,” she says in a soft sweet voice that matches her completely.
Just the sound of her innocent voice makes me shiver all over.
She fidgets with her hands in front of her and I get all lightheaded looking
at those fingers, imagining them sliding down my naked chest, over my abs,
wrapping around my thick cock. Fuck… I can’t…
My cock hardens as this enchantress’ aura fills the room, penetrating my
body, suffocating my lungs.
“How long were you lost out there?”
“About six hours,” she says as she smooths a strand of her hair back.
Six hours… Wrong answer. She’s been lost for about twenty-two years
by the looks of her. She’s been lost in the world without me, but she’s found
now. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.
She’s right where she belongs.
 “Thank you for saving me,” she says as she looks at me shyly. “I wasn’t
sure if a Marine Protector would be welcome on an oil rig.”
“You are more than welcome here,” I tell her. “I’ll give you whatever you
need.”
She swallows hard as those sexy blue eyes roam over my torso. Fuck, I
wish I was dressed better. If I knew this moment was coming, I would have
prepared. I would have taken the helicopter to the mainland and bought a
brand new suit. I would have gotten my hair cut in a real salon instead of by
Bob, who’s usually half-drunk when he cuts the crew’s hair. I would have
looked better than this—old oil-stained shirt on, faded ripped-up jeans, big
dirty boots.
It’s too late now. This goddess from the sea has already seen me at my
worst. It can only go uphill from here, right?
There’s an aching fluttering feeling in my chest as I stand up. She gulps
as I walk out from behind the desk. I’m a big man and she’s looking a little
shocked at the intimidating size of me as I approach her.
“I just need to make a phone call,” she says, her blue eyes locked on mine
as I stand in front of her with my fingers tingling. “I have to call my friends
to come pick me up.”
I have to swallow the possessive growl rumbling out of my throat. If she
calls her friends and they come pick her up, I’ll never see her again. She’ll
disappear out of my life as quickly as she popped into it and I can’t have that.
I would never survive. I know that I’d spend the rest of my days aching and
longing for her, unable to find her in this big world, and worried sick that I’m
not there to keep an eye on her.
“The phones are broken,” I lie. “The maintenance guys are working on it
now. Satellite phones can be so unreliable.”
“Oh,” she says with a nod. Satellite phones are the most reliable. I’m glad
she doesn’t know that.
“You can stay here with me as long as you’d like.”
 She starts looking around and the view of the ocean out my window
catches her eye. “You live on here?”
“I do.”
“For how long?”
I clear my throat as I watch her walk to the window. Those slim hips have
a natural sway to them whenever she takes a step and it’s short-circuiting my
brain.
I’m getting all hot and bothered as this hottie’s alluring charm fills the
small space.
“About twelve years now.”
She turns with a shocked face. “Twelve years? Really? That’s some
dedication. You must be a really hard worker.”
“Us oil guys are not all bad,” I say with a shrug of my big shoulders.
“I know,” she says with a bat of her eyelashes. “I’m not so unrealistic to
think that. Unfortunately, we all still need oil to live. I just hate the oil execs
who make things harder to switch to renewables. I don’t understand that.”
“That’s not me,” I say with a hand on my chest. “I invest in renewable
energy.”
She looks thrilled to hear that, which means as soon as we finish this
conversation I’ll be investing much much more.
“Twelve years on here,” she says as she gazes out the window. “Don’t
you get lonely?”
“No,” I say honestly, although I know that’s going to change. If this girl
leaves my side, I’ll be plagued by loneliness.
“Do you have a wife?”
I clear my throat. “Not yet.”
“A girlfriend?”
I shake my head. “Do you?”
“Have a girlfriend?” she asks with a flirty smile. “No.”
“What about a boyfriend?”
 My body is burning tight as I wait for that dreaded answer. I don’t care if
she has a boyfriend. I don’t care if she’s married. She’s here with me and
she’s mine now. I’m keeping her. Anyone who disagrees can go fuck all the
way off.
She starts to blush a little as she plays with her hair, those adorable
cheeks turning a sexy shade of pink as she looks at me. “No,” she says. “I’m
single.”
My cock throbs in approval.
I take a breath of relief, feeling the tightness melt away as we gaze into
each other’s eyes.
“You must be hungry,” I say.
She nods. “A little bit. I had a few energy bars on the boat to keep me
from starving, but I would love something to eat if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. Come. I’ll give you a tour of the rig, we’ll get a bite to eat,
and then I’ll show you your bed.”
“Oh,” she says with a start. “So, I’ll be sleeping here?”
Not if I can help it.
I want her in bed, but I don’t want her sleeping. I want her screaming out
in pleasure as I plunge my cock deep inside her warm little cunt.
And if things go as planned, that’s exactly what’s going to be happening
tonight.
Then she’ll see…
That she belongs here.
That she belongs to me.
And that there’s no better place in the world than in my big protective
arms.
 CHAPTER FOUR

Janice

S HANE IS EXPLAINING HOW THE HUGE MACHINE ON THE RIG WORKS , BUT I’ M
barely paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth and instead I’m
paying attention to him.
He’s so sexy. I’m not normally attracted to the big burly manly type, but
there’s something about him that’s drawing me in. I can’t take my eyes off
him.
The rough wind keeps taking his t-shirt and swirling it up, revealing tight
chiseled abs and hard back muscles from all the manual labor this man has
done over the years.
He’s so big and looks so strong. I can imagine him grabbing one of those
big drills and wrestling it into submission as hot oil sprays all over his
clenched muscles. Man, I’d like to see that.
“Janice?”
I jerk my head back, knocking me out of the trance he’s got me in.
“What?”
He smiles and my legs nearly buckle. “I asked are you hungry or do you
want to see the rest of the rig?”
“Oh.” I clear my throat. “I’d like to see more.”
He turns and points up at the platform above us, saying something, but
I’m only focused on the way his sleeve is sliding down his arm, showing off
his big round tricep.
It’s getting me all tingly inside and filling me with an unexpected
warmth.
My friends would disown me if they knew the thoughts I was feeling for
an oil man. Someone like Shane would not be welcome in the Marine
Protectors.
But I don’t know…
There’s something impressive about him. Who the hell buys an old
broken-down oil rig in the middle of the South China Sea and turns it into a
thriving business?
“Let’s climb onto platform ten,” he says as he looks at me. “You’ll never
see a better view in your life.”
I’m not sure about that. Shane standing here, the wind in his hair, sexy
possessive look in his brown eyes… It doesn’t get better than this.
He’s got a strong jawline, nice lips, a perfect nose, but it’s his eyes that
hold all the power. I find them mesmerizing every time they land on me. Like
they’re claiming ownership on me and I want to let them.
“After you,” he says when we walk to the ladder.
I know he’s just trying to get a good, up-close view of my ass, but I don’t
mind. I want him to gawk at me a little bit.
“Thank you,” I say to him with a flirty smile before I grab the ladder and
start climbing up.
He follows, staying nice and close. I can feel his heated eyes on me, so I
sway my ass a little with each step, hoping he likes the view.
I never do anything like this. It’s so not me.
I’ve had guys try to get with me over the years, and several while I was
staying with the Marine Protectors, but I’ve never bitten. I’ve never done a
thing.
Not even a kiss.
“Whoa!” one of the roughnecks says with a low whistle when I climb
onto the platform. “What do we have here?”
There are four guys up here, doing something with the machinery, but all
four of them turn and shamelessly stare at me as I stand up.
“Is my bonus here already?” the creepy guy with the mullet says as he
runs his dirty thumb over his lips. I shiver as he looks me up and down with
those sleazy eyes.
Shane growls as his head pops up on the ladder. He glares at the man as
he grabs the rail with strong clenched hands and hoists himself up.
“Oh, Mr. Phillips!” he says, backing away with a look of terror on his
face. He fucked up and he knows it. You never flirt with the boss’ girl,
especially if your boss is a man like Shane. “I didn’t see you there, sir. How
are you today?”
He looks like he’s going to be sick as Shane charges over and gets right
into his face. The man is muscular as well, they all are around here, but he’s
shorter than Shane and looks like he could get crushed with only a fierce look
from the true alpha of this rig.
“What did you say to her?” Shane asks in a voice that’s more savage
animal than human. It’s all raspy and growly as he steps up to him with his
body flexed.
“Oh, nothing, sir!” the man says with a gulp. He’s backtracking hard,
desperately trying to get out of this dangerous situation. “I didn’t mean a
thing. Sir.”
“Is she my bonus?” Shane repeats. “Is that what you said?”
“No, sir,” he says, shaking his head frantically. “I think Jack said that. Or
maybe it was the wind. It’s so loud, sir. It makes things hard to hear.”
“You think my girl is your bonus?” Shane’s jaw clenches as he stares him
down, big heavy breaths violently heaving his chest up and down.
It’s not lost on me that he calls me his girl. It sends a thrill of excitement
rushing through me and I have to fight back a giggle.
I don’t know what’s happening to me. It’s like my body is totally on
board with this man, even though he’s wrong for me in every possible way.
All of the feminist essays and books I’ve read over the years are gone
with the wind after one possessive look from this alpha. It’s as if my primal
instincts have taken over and replaced my rational brain. The part of me that
wants a big burly male to cozy up to is in total control.
“She’s a beautiful woman,” the man says as he glances over Shane’s
shoulder at me.
I wince. That was the wrong thing to say.
Shane slams his fist into the man’s stomach and he doubles over with a
pained grunt. “Oomph,” he moans.
“Don’t ever look at my girl again,” he warns. “She’s for my eyes only.”
He looks at me again. Some people never learn.
“I was just saying that she’s a hot piece of Aaaaaaaahhhh!!”
Shane grabs him by the neck and throws him off the platform. He
screams all the way down before he lands hard into the water below.
“Anyone else want to say a thing about my girl?” he hollers.
They all get back to work real fast.
“Is he going to be okay?” I ask as I peek over the edge. He pops out of the
water and seems to be swimming.
“Unfortunately, yes,” Shane says with a sigh. He squeezes the radio
clipped to his shoulder and starts speaking into it. “Jamal. Clyde fell
overboard. Get someone to fish him out.”
The radio crackles on. “Will do.”
“Send the word around the rig,” Shane hollers to the guys working. “If
anyone looks at my girl, I’ll feed them to the fucking sharks!”
He grabs my hand and pulls me along the platform to the tower at the far
end.
My pulse is racing with excitement as he yanks the door open and pulls
me in. It’s so quiet in here without the wind howling all around us.
We both stop and take a second, looking at each other with a heated look,
hearts pounding as the air inside heats up.
There’s a connection here. I want to explore it. I want to sink into it and
let it engulf me with its warmth. I want to feel those big strong arms wrap
around me as he presses those soft lips to mine.
“Are you okay?” he asks in a shaky voice.
“Are you okay?”
He just stares at me, not knowing how to answer. I know that he’s shaken
by me. I can tell by the way he was acting around his men. Clyde is probably
still in shock as he shivers on the boat.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be okay again,” he says as his eyes drop to my
mouth. “I think I’m obsessed with you. I think I’m in love.”
I’m tempted to say the same, but this is all happening so fast. It’s so soon.
I need to back up a bit. I need to get my bearings.
“Is this your home?” I ask as I change the subject and look around. It’s
beautiful in here. A stone fireplace with comfy couches in front of it, a
modern kitchen with a big granite island, high ceilings, warm lighting, a bar
in the corner, and the view… incredible. Everywhere you look is ocean.
“It is,” he tells me. “Go look around while I get changed and then make
you some food.”
I watch him disappear up the stairs and he comes back a few minutes later
wearing dressy jeans and a sexy white collared shirt. I thought the dirty
worker look was doing something for me, but this clean-cut version is just as
powerful.
My eyes follow him as he goes to the kitchen, washes his hands, and then
starts pulling stuff out of the fridge.
“I’m guessing you don’t eat meat?”
 I laugh. “Is my hippiness that obvious?”
He grins as he shrugs those sexy shoulders. “How about an omelet? Do
you eat eggs?”
“An omelet sounds good,” I say as my stomach rumbles. “With extra hot
sauce?”
He looks impressed as he looks at me. “Extra hot sauce coming right up.”
I smile to myself as I wander around, looking at the photos on the mantle
of the fireplace. “Is this you?” I ask as I point to a picture of an adorable little
boy riding a tractor. He’s got a huge smile on his face with the cutest cheeks
imaginable.
He laughs. “Yeah, that’s me. I grew up in Wisconsin. My parents were
accountants, but they had a hobby farm. A few animals, a few big gardens. It
was nice.”
“I bet,” I say as I look at an old picture of his parents when they were our
age. I can see where Shane gets his handsome rugged looks from.
“Where did you grow up?” he asks as he starts chopping a red pepper.
“Paris.”
His eyes dart up to mine. “In France?”
“That’s the one,” I say with a nod. “And Vancouver, and Jakarta, and
Cape Town, and a few other places.”
“Wow, you moved around a lot.”
“Yeah, my dad was an executive in the pharmaceutical industry. He
bounced around the planet for different jobs and dragged me and my mom
with him. It was rough.”
“Where do you call home now?”
I spread my arms out and spin around. “Wherever the wind takes me. I’m
a citizen of the planet. That’s as narrow as it gets.”
“Do you sometimes wish you had a home base though?”
“Yeah,” I say with a sigh. “I’d like to have a home. A family. But you
know, I don’t… so, I’m fighting the good fight. I’m volunteering myself to
be a soldier on the front lines. If I can’t dedicate myself to a family, then I’ll
dedicate it to saving animals.”
He takes a pan out and turns the oven on as I walk over to the island and
pull out a stool.
“You must really love animals.”
“I do,” I say as I sit down and rub the tattoo on my arm. “When I was
bouncing from place to place, I didn’t have many friends. My life was so
different from the kids at school. They had never even heard of the places I
lived. Some of them hadn’t even left their neighborhoods, so it was hard to
relate. I don’t know… I guess the only friends I ever really had were animals.
I hate how we treat them.”
I feel a bit silly as he chops an onion in silence until I realize he’s
thinking about what I just said. I like how he doesn’t immediately rebut me or
jump to an argument. He takes the time to think about my words and process
them before he speaks.
You tend to get a lot of hate when you tell people you’re a vegetarian or
that you’re fighting to make the world a better, safer place for animals. I
never understood that.
He laughs, and at first I think he’s laughing at me, but he’s not. “I was
like that too as a kid,” he says. “I had a bit of a temper and I’d always get into
fights at school, so I didn’t have many friends either. But when I got home,
my real friends were always waiting. The dog, the cat, the donkey, the pig,
and the cows. I loved taking care of them.”
“Sounds like a nice childhood,” I say with a smile as I watch him start to
fry up the onions.
My stomach growls for the food, and another part of me growls for him.
There’s something really sexy about watching a gorgeous man cooking me
food in his spectacular kitchen. I could watch this all day.
We chat about how I got into the Marine Protectors and how he got
started with the rig. I was in college and joined an animal conservation group.
One thing led to another and before long I was breaking into labs to free
animals and getting arrested at factory farming protests. The Marine
Protectors recruited me after I was caught on the news spray painting a
slaughterhouse.
“Extra hot sauce,” Shane says as he slides the omelet in front of me and
lifts the bottle. His eyebrow raises challengingly as he starts squirting it on.
I grin, not telling him to stop until it’s drenched in the red sauce.
“You’re going to need the fire extinguisher after eating that.”
I laugh as I grab my fork and dive in. He’s a good cook and turning out to
be quite the catch.
Suddenly, I’m not so eager to leave this rig.
I’d like to stay a bit and see where this is going.
Because it definitely feels like it’s going somewhere.
Somewhere fun.
Somewhere exciting.
And somewhere I don’t want to leave.
 CHAPTER FIVE

Shane

I EXCUSE MYSELF AS J ANICE FINISHES HER EGGS . S HE SMILES AT ME AND

watches as I grab my radio and head into the bedroom.
“Jamal,” I say into the mic as I squeeze the button.
He answers a few seconds later. “Yes, boss.”
“That break we talked about,” I say. “To Ho Chi Minh City. Do it.”
“Okay… next Thursday might be a good—”
“No,” I nearly bark. “Now. I want everyone gone by tonight.”
There’s a few seconds of silence. Jamal is probably cursing me for
fucking up his day. “Today? But we’d have to shut down the drilling, get the
boats ready, get the workers ready—”
“Then do it,” I say as my body aches.
“But the quarterly profits,” he says. “This is going to destroy them. We
might even be running at a loss because of this.”
“I don’t care.” I’m willing to lose everything for one night with my girl.
I’m willing to give it all up. “This is not about money. This is more important
than money.”
 Jamal doesn’t understand. That’s okay. He doesn’t have to. I understand
that I need this girl more than I need to breathe and I’m willing to deal with
all of the consequences this need brings.
“I need everyone gone,” I tell him. “Trust me, no one is going to want to
be around after night falls. This rig better only have me and my girl on it.”
“Understood, Shane,” he says with a strained voice.
Jamal is a good worker, a good brother-in-law, and a good friend. I’ll
make it worth his while. “If everyone is gone before six pm,” I tell him.
“You’ll get a bonus. Thirty percent of your salary.”
“Of my weekly salary?”
I grin. “Yearly salary.”
“It will get done,” he says in a rush before he clicks off for good. It might
just be the wind outside, but I think I hear him hollering at everyone to get
moving.
That takes care of the wandering eyes on the rig. I won’t have to worry
about anyone looking at my girl’s sweet body anymore. She’s mine alone to
gawk at now.
I have big plans for tonight.
Plans that involve me, Janice, and not a whole lot of clothes.
I grin as I head back out to check on her. I’m going to have this little
hottie all to myself with no one for miles.
My hard cock is already throbbing with anticipation.

“Where’s everyone going?” Janice asks when she spots all the workers
getting onto the transport ship. “I thought they all stayed on here.”
“They usually do,” I say as I watch them leave. We’re on top of platform
six, watching them board in a line down below. They look thrilled to be
getting out for a few days.
 I hope Ho Chi Minh City knows what it’s in for with these roughnecks
about to descend upon it.
I approved hotel rooms in three different hotels for the workers as well as
daily per diems. It’s an all-expense paid vacation courtesy of me. All so I can
get Janice alone.
I could have left with her instead of sending all my workers away, but I
want her on this rig in the middle of the ocean. I want no one around. I don’t
want anyone to interrupt. I want it to be just us.
“So, where are they going?” she asks as she looks up at me.
Those sexy blue eyes slay me every time. It’s like they’re cutting me off
at the knees whenever they land on me, making me feel all weak and shaky
with their beautiful intensity.
“I sent them off,” I tell her. “For a much-needed break.”
“Is it just going to be us here tonight?”
She swallows as she waits for my answer, looking at me with a look that I
can’t quite place. Is it eagerness, apprehension, hopefulness? She’s playing
her cards close to her chest, not quite revealing if she’s feeling this intense
desire as well, or if it’s just me.
“It will be just us,” I say, but there’s something that feels wrong about not
giving her an option. “Unless…”
Her eyebrows raise.
“Look, Janice,” I say with a scratch in my throat. “I’m not holding you
hostage here, even though I’d really like to. You can go with them if you’d
like. I have a helicopter that I’m licensed to fly. I can take you anywhere
within range that you’d like to go.”
She watches me, those blue eyes killing me and making my soul ache.
“But if you decide to stay…” I take a deep breath, collecting my words
carefully. “We’ll have dinner. And then, we’ll have each other. Just us.
Exploring this intense connection that I know you feel.”
The breeze is swirling through her hair and she pulls it out of her face as
she looks up at me. “Where would I sleep?”
I turn and look back at the tower that’s my personal residence. Her eyes
follow mine.
“I’m not going to lie to you. If you stay, I’m not going to be strong
enough to let you sleep away from me. I want you in my bed. There are so
many things I want to do to you.”
She gulps as she looks up at me. I want to peer into her mind and
eavesdrop on her thoughts. I hope she’s thinking what I’m thinking.
“The boat is leaving in about ten minutes,” I tell her as my heart pounds
with a nervous dread. “If you have to leave, you’re going to have to do it
now.”
She looks back at the boat and is silent for a long moment that nearly
ruins me.
I’m just about to collapse when she turns back to me with a sexy grin on
her face.
“What are we having for dinner?” she asks.
“Whatever you want,” I tell her as relief and happiness flood into me.
She can pick the dinner.
Because I’m the one who’s going to be choosing the dessert…
 CHAPTER SIX

Janice

“Y OU CAN ’ T WEAR THAT !” I SAY WHEN S HANE WALKS DOWN THE STAIRS ,
looking sinfully hot in a fitted grey suit, white shirt, and black tie.
He looks himself over and then turns back to me. “You don’t like grey? It
doesn’t look good?”
“No, you look incredible,” I say, feeling my cheeks start to blush. “That’s
the problem. You’re over there looking like that, and I’m still wearing this!”
I look down at my dirty pink shirt and cut-off jeans and wish I had packed
my hot little red dress on the mission. It would really come in handy right
now. I’m about to have dinner with a gorgeous man who I’m crushing hard
on and I look like I was dragged out of the ocean (which I kind of was).
“You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he says as he stares at
me in awe.
I start to feel a little bit better with those sexy eyes on me.
“You’re just saying that because you haven’t left this oil rig in twelve
years!”
“First of all,” he says as he continues walking down the stairs, “it hasn’t
been twelve years, and I’m saying it because it’s true.”
My heart starts hammering as he walks up to me, his musky cologne
hitting my lungs and making me all lightheaded and giddy. I gulp as he
gently touches my chin with his thumb and forefinger and tilts my head up
until I’m looking into his beautiful brown eyes.
“You are stunning. In every way, Janice. Absolutely mesmerizing, to the
look, to the smell, to the touch, and if I may…”
He leans down and kisses me softly on the mouth. I moan as he parts my
lips and I feel his warm masculine tongue against mine.
“…and to the taste,” he says with a lick of his lips.
I already want another kiss. Badly.
This man has a control over my body that is so unexpected. I’ve never
experienced anything remotely close to this before and it’s unnerving. I’m
sure I’d do anything he asked me. I just want to please him so badly. It’s all I
can think about.
“I would have dressed up for you if I could have,” I say with my body
warming up.
He leans in with a wolfish grin on his sexy lips. “It’s you undressed that I
really want.”
I swallow hard, wondering what it would feel like to get undressed in
front of this man. What would he think of my body? Would I be shy?
Excited?
I have to stop thinking of these dirty thoughts because I keep getting wet
and all worked up. I’m never like this.
“Let’s hope that dinner goes well and you get everything that you want,” I
say with a bat of my eyelashes. It’s so forward, but I can’t seem to stop
myself.
“Come with me,” he says as he hooks his big muscular arm around mine
and brings me to the door. “Let’s get dinner over with then.”
“Aren’t we eating here?” I ask as I turn back to the kitchen.
 He opens the door and leads me outside instead. “It’s a beautiful night.
Warm. Gentle breeze. I was thinking we could eat with a view instead.”
Any table with Shane at it is dinner with a view.
I can’t get over the spectacular sunset as he leads me along metal
walkways. It’s crazy. Every hue of pink, blue, orange, red, and purple is
present throughout the vast evening sky. It’s like someone up there kicked
over a table of paints and they spread all over the sky in a mess of brilliant
colors.
It’s so beautiful that even Shane peels his eyes off me for a few seconds
to admire it.
“You did this?” I ask, smiling wide when I see a romantic table for two
set up on the platform. There are fancy plates, a tablecloth whose corner is
blowing in the warm breeze, wine glasses, an ice bucket with a bottle of
white wine sticking out, and those cool silver covers on the plates that I
always wanted to try, but was never fancy enough to get.
“I had the chef prepare it before he left,” Shane says, looking pleased that
I’m happy.
I clap my hands in excitement and then step on my toes to kiss him on the
cheek. “Thank you,” I say. “This is the nicest dinner I’ve ever had.”
He pulls out the chair for me and I sit down with my heart feeling more
full than ever. I can’t believe he went through all this trouble for me.
“This view is insane,” I say as he pulls the wine out of the bucket and
wipes the water off. It’s ocean all around us, and the bright colors in the sky
are reflecting off the water making it even more beautiful.
He pours wine for each of us as I place my napkin on my lap, wondering
what I did to deserve all of this. If I hadn’t spotted Shane’s oil rig in the
distance this afternoon, I’d still be on the boat, drifting around until I starved
or died of thirst.
I could have died. This man saved me.
He sits across from me and I’m shaken by the feeling that this is where
I’m supposed to be. In front of this man. My body is telling me that we
belong together. It’s all tingly and warm whenever I’m in his presence.
“Cheers,” he says as he lifts his wine glass. “To the start of something
special.”
I smile as I clink my glass against his. “To the start of something special.”
We don’t take our eyes off each other as we both take a sip.
“Let me ask you,” I say with a flirty grin as I put my glass down. “Are the
phones really broken?”
His eyebrow raises.
“I knew it!” I say with a laugh. “You didn’t want to let me go!”
“I couldn’t let you go,” he says, sounding pained. “Janice. I can’t live
without you. I knew it the second I saw you. You’re the girl for me. You’re
my soul mate.”
There’s a fluttering in my chest when his brown eyes get that possessive
look again. His desire wraps around me like a warm blanket and I just want
to sink into it forever.
“I’m sorry I lied to you,” he says, looking sincere. “It will never happen
again. I was just so desperate to be near you. I didn’t know what else to do.”
“It’s okay,” I say, letting him off the hook. “To be honest, I wanted to
stay. I was relieved when you said they weren’t working.”
We stare at each other for a long heated moment, and just when I think
he’s about to swipe all of the stuff off the table as we lunge on each other,
something in the distance catches my eye.
“Look!” I say, jumping out of my seat and nearly flipping the table over
in the process. “Dolphins!”
I run over to the edge of the platform and lean on the railing to get a
better look. About a dozen dolphins are leaping and diving as they swim
through the water.
I squeal in delight and wave at them as they go. This is amazing! My
heart is drumming happily in my chest as I bounce up and down.
 Shane comes up behind me and wraps his big muscular arms around me. I
sigh contently as I run my hand up his arm and hold him here. His chest
presses against my back and I get another delicious whiff of his cologne.
Is there a more perfect place to be on the planet than here in this man’s
arms, under this spectacular sunset, watching dolphins frolic in the ocean?
I hope everyone gets a romantic moment like this in their lives that they
can look back on when they’re reaching their final days. I know I’ll look back
on this moment with nothing but fondness. This moment will be with me for
the rest of my life.
“Thank you,” I whisper to him when the dolphins finish their show and
disappear under the water. “For everything.”
I turn in his arms and look up into his warm eyes. He looks so handsome
that I can’t help myself. I lean up and kiss him on the mouth, wondering
where he’s been all my life.
But I already know. He’s been right here. Waiting for me.
I slide my hand into his and bring him back to the romantic table.
We sit down and I remove the silver platter with a flourish. I gasp when I
see the delicious looking vegetarian lasagna on my plate.
“I love the big reveal of these covers,” I say with a laugh. “They’re as fun
as I always thought they would be.”
“Does the food look okay?”
I nod as I breathe it in, feeling so damn content and happy that I’m here
and not out there, still drifting around on that cursed boat. “It looks
wonderful.”
“Good,” he says with a nod. “Then eat up.”
I start shoveling the food into my mouth because I know I’m going to
need some strength later on.
And stamina.
Lots and lots of stamina…
 CHAPTER SEVEN

Janice

T HE WONDERFUL DINNER IS OVER , BUT THIS MAN IS FULL OF SURPRISES .

After we finished eating, he pulled out his phone and put on some nice
romantic music, Gravity by John Mayer, and asked me to dance.
“You’re my gravity now,” he whispers as we slowly sway on top of the
oil rig, holding each other close as a galaxy of bright stars shines down on us.
“I’m being pulled to you. I can’t seem to stop it.”
“I don’t want you to stop it,” I whisper as I look up at him. His big
comforting arm is wrapped around my back, pressing me into his hard body
as we take small circular steps, slow dancing in the night sky. The warm
breeze is in my hair, making it ripple and swirl. It’s the perfect night.
“I want to be with you, Janice,” he says, sounding pained as he looks
down at me. “Not just tonight. But forever. I want to be by your side.
Wherever that is. Either here or in Paris or in Jakarta or on a boat in the
middle of the ocean barrelling down on a fishing ship full of poachers. I want
to be where you are.”
I don’t know what to say, so I just rest my cheek on his chest and let him
hold me as the beautiful song mixes with the soothing sound of the waves
down below.
I can feel his heart beating hard as we dance. I can feel his desire
engulfing me and making me feel like the most special girl in the world.
“Let’s stay together then,” I say as we clasp hands. “Let’s make a
commitment right now to stay together forever.”
I pull away from his chest and look into his loving eyes.
“I’ll be with you as long as you want me,” he commits. “I’ll make you so
happy, I’ll fulfill your every need. You’ll never want to leave my side.”
I smile as I step on my toes, trying to get closer to that sexy mouth. “I
know. I already don’t want to leave. I’ve never felt a sense of home like I do
when I’m in your arms.”
I look at his lips and he looks at mine. The gravity of our love pulls us in
and we start kissing as the song plays.
What’s gentle and romantic at first, turns into a steamy hot kiss full of
want and need. I slide my hands up his chest and put my arms around his
neck as he kisses me deeper, claiming my mouth with that delicious
demanding tongue.
I moan into his mouth when I feel the length and hardness of his erection
pressing into my stomach. It feels so big. So strong. My body responds with a
flood of warmth emanating from my core that travels between my legs and
throbs.
I want this man so badly.
I want him here. Now.
He cups my cheeks with his big hands and tilts my mouth up as he slides
his warm tongue against mine. My breasts are pressed into his hard body, my
nipples tingling like crazy.
Suddenly, I want to be free of these restricting clothes. I want them all
off. His too. I want to feel his warm skin on mine. I want to see what
muscular wonders he’s hiding underneath this sexy suit.
 I’ve never done anything like this before, but the intense desire I’m
feeling is spurring me on. I can’t help but go with it. I moan heavily as I slide
my hand down his stomach and drag my palm along his big cock. It jolts
against my hand. I grin when he pulls away from my mouth and lets out a
heavy moan.
His head drops back, eyes closed as I do it again, sliding my hand up and
down his length.
“You keep doing that, beautiful girl, and I’m going to erupt.”
“That wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world,” I say with a flirty grin.
“Would it?”
He groans again as I keep sliding my hand up and down his hard shaft.
His grip on my back tightens, his fingertips digging into my skin as he starts
to lose control.
“Depends where I erupt…”
I lick my lips as I drop down to my knees. His hands sink into my hair as
I stare at the long thick outline in front of me. It jolts as I slide my palms up
his muscular thighs, getting closer and closer. I drag my hand over it as I
reach for his belt buckle.
“Goddamn, you are a dream,” he hisses as he watches me open his pants,
belt first, and then the zipper.
My heart is pounding as I slowly pull the zipper down. My pussy is pure
wet heat. It’s throbbing as I tug his pants down and they fall to his ankles.
He’s wearing a pair of tight grey boxer briefs that hug his big muscular
thighs and trap in his raging hard on. I gulp as I run my ravenous eyes up its
length, marveling at the wet spot at the tip. I like that I can get him hard and I
love that I can make pre-cum ooze out just from using my hand.
I watch as he takes off his jacket and tosses it to the side. His body looks
so jacked as he starts quickly undoing buttons, revealing his shredded abs. I
lean up on my knees and drag my tongue over them as he peels his tight
white shirt off and drops it.
 He groans—his grip on my head tightening—as I trace each ab with my
tongue, leaving a trail of wetness that proves I was there.
My eyes are on his as I drag my tongue down to his boxers and over his
hard dick. He nearly passes out from that. I can’t wait to see what he does
when my tongue hits his skin.
I slide my hands up his hard ass and curl my fingers into the waistband of
his boxers. With a flirty smile, I pull them down. His cock gets caught in the
material, but with an extra tug, it springs out—long, hard, and dripping with
cum in front of my face.
I’m on it immediately. Any plans to tease him and take it slow are gone. I
can’t resist it.
I wrap my hand around his shaft and slide the tip into my mouth, swirling
my tongue around it and sucking up all the pre-cum that’s dripping out.
He tastes so masculine. So fucking good. I open my mouth and put more
of him inside me. He groans in ecstasy as he watches me suck him off.
“How does that dick taste?” he growls as he peels my hair back to get a
better view.
I don’t want to take it out to answer, so I just moan instead. That’s good
enough for him. He knows I’m loving this as much as he is.
Keeping my throat nice and slack, I push more of his cock into my eager
mouth, sucking as much of it as I can. I start moving my head back and forth
in a steady rhythm, lips clenched around his shaft as my pussy gets wetter
and hotter. I’m burning. I want him to fill me so badly.
“Fuck, you know how to use those lips,” he moans. “I hope you’re a
natural and haven’t had much practice.”
There’s a look of torment on his face as he looks down at me. I don’t
want him to think I’ve done this with anyone else. I want him to know that I
saved myself for him. That I only ever wanted him.
“It’s my first time,” I say after pulling his wet cock out of my mouth.
“For everything. I’ve never wanted a man like I’ve wanted you, Shane. This
is my first kiss, my first time seeing a man like this, and the first time…”
“That you’ll be fucked?”
I nod as I bat my eyelashes at him, trying to drive him mad with lust. It
works.
He bends down and scoops me up into his big arms. My heart is racing as
he carries me to the table. He’s so big that he can hold me with one arm as he
swipes the table clean with the other. Dishes, food, glasses, and napkins go
clattering on the ground as he lowers me onto the empty table.
“Lie down,” he growls, his control gone. It’s all hungry lust in his eyes
now. No shred of civilized human left.
I lower my back onto the table as I watch his eyes drop to my pussy. He
quickly undoes my jean shorts and then pulls them off along with my wet
panties.
His eyes never leave my sex as he drops my clothes to the floor. The cool
breeze sends a thrill ripping through me when it hits my burning hot pussy.
But it’s the erotic look in Shane’s eyes as he stares between my legs that
sends the real thrill cascading through me. He’s looking at me like he’s never
seen anything so tempting.
“This is my first time too,” he says as he grips my thighs with firm hands.
“I’ve never wanted a girl until I saw you. I often wondered what was wrong
with me, but now I know. I was waiting for you to walk into my life.”
He drops to his knees and a tremble ripples through me. He’s so close.
His face is right there, breathing in my scent.
“Now that you’re here,” he says as he licks his lips, his eyes locked on
my sex. “The wait is over. This pussy is mine.”
I throw my head back and cry out when his hot tongue hits in a long,
slow, euphoric lick.
It’s so intense… The tightness in my core as that tongue leaves my pussy
and then licks me again is almost too much to take. I moan hard when he
finds my clit and starts sucking on it, those strong hands prying my thighs
apart.
I force my eyes open and see a galaxy of stars shining down on us, but
it’s the erotic view of Shane’s head between my legs, mouth ravenously
eating me out, that is the real marvel to admire. He’s so focused on it. He’s
devouring me like he can’t get enough of my taste.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he growls as he looks up at me, mouth and chin
glistening with my juices. “I could eat this pussy all night.”
He drops his head back down and his hot tongue hits my lower lips. I feel
it pressing into my tight virgin hole and my body trembles in response. My
legs are shaking as he tastes my insides, moaning with every drop of cream
he licks up.
How is he making me feel this good? How can I ever go back to a life
without him? I can’t. I’m in it all the way now. I’m all-in. I need this man in
my life like I need to breathe.
Shane growls hungrily as his tongue presses in deeper. I posture up on my
elbows and watch his spectacular shoulders rippling and tensing as he licks
my pussy. He’s so into it and the pleasure he’s getting from pleasuring me is
heightening the passion. It’s heightening everything.
He leans back and just admires my pussy for a few seconds. The lower
half of his face is dripping with my wetness. He looks so fucking sexy.
“You have a pretty little pussy,” he says in a deep raspy voice. “Such a
pretty shade of pink.”
His hands slide under my knees and he hoists my legs into the air, pinning
them back and exposing more of me. His brown eyes are on fire as he takes
in the view. My heart is pounding ferociously in my chest and my cheeks are
getting burning hot as I start to blush. He can see it all. My usual shyness
with my body is nowhere to be found. A new naughtiness has taken over and
it likes having his hungry eyes on me. It likes to be exposed to him.
That glorious tongue comes back on me with a vengeance and I cry out as
I feel it penetrating me deeper. He reaches up and grabs my breast in his
strong grip as his tongue moves in a steady rhythm through my folds. I put
my hand on his and squeeze it as he massages my breast. I suddenly want my
shirt and bra off. Badly. I want to be as naked as him.
His lips wrap around my clit and he starts sucking on it with a steady
rhythm that has me nearing an orgasm. I can feel it building inside. Slow at
first, but then it starts raging forward. I cling onto his arm as his hand
switches to my other breast.
“Oh, Shane,” I moan desperately. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop…”
He plays with my pussy with his free hand, dipping his fingers into me as
he sucks on my clit hard.
I can’t hold it back. It’s an unstoppable force tearing through me. I cum
hard all over him.
My body jerks and twists around on the table as the heat swallows me
completely. I scream out as the intensity amplifies, filling every inch of my
body with a delicious heat.
Shane keeps licking me through it, that wonderful tongue moving
constantly as I cream all over his mouth.
I’m trembling when it’s over. My back is on the table and I’m looking up
at the stars as I try to catch my breath. Shane’s mouth is still between my
legs, softly licking and sucking on my pussy as I start to come back down
from the high.
He’s amazing. This whole night has been amazing.
And it’s not even close to being finished.
I’m going to get more of him. I’m going to get all of him.
And I can’t fucking wait…
 CHAPTER EIGHT

Shane

T HIS GIRL ’ S SWEET JUICY CUNT IS RIPE AND READY . I T ’ S DRIPPING WET . I JUST
made her cum hard and I can tell her virgin pussy is ready for my hard cock
to slide in. It’s begging for it.
I stand up slowly with my eyes locked on her swollen pink lips and hard
little clit. She has a beautiful pussy. It’s getting me so hard. My cock is
aching.
She’s so delicious too. My mouth is watering as her young fresh flavor
tingles on my tongue. Her juices are all over my mouth and chin, so I can
smell her with every breath I take.
She’s laying on the table, watching me with lust in her eyes. Her body is
writhing around, legs still spread—hoping for more—and her hands are
gripping her big tits and massaging them as she waits for me to make the next
move.
I can tell she’d be up for doing anything I want. Those glassy blue eyes
are letting me know that her libido is in charge. It’s calling the shots and it’s
on my side.
 “Take that shirt off,” I command, trying to keep the growl out of my
voice. “I want to see every inch of your body. Those beautiful tits have been
tempting me all day and it’s time to let them loose.”
She quickly sits up and practically yanks her shirt off. My eyes are on her
chest as she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra. I hold my breath
waiting for it… waiting for it… Fuck yes. That beautiful moment when her
bra leaves her voluptuous breasts and they drop with a little bounce, naked
and free.
I’m in awe as I stare at her. My hands are trembling and I can’t move as
she lays back down on the table. Her nipples are perfect. Big and hard in the
sexiest shade of pink imaginable. It feels like I’m leaving my body and
watching from above as I lean over her and take one into my mouth.
She moans as I cup her breasts in my hands and drag my tongue over her
hard round bud. My hard cock lands on her wet cunt and her juices leak all
over my shaft.
I add some pressure to it, pushing my cock against her as I switch to her
other breast—licking and kissing her curves. Her hips start moving against
me as her moans deepen. She’s so fucking sexy. Her gorgeous blonde hair
spread out around her, those closed eyelids, her plump juicy lips open wide.
I start thrusting back and forth, dragging my hard shaft over her clit at a
steady rhythm. She’s getting wild under me, writhing and rocking her hips to
increase the friction. I’ve been so focused on my demanding need, the pent-
up arousal burning inside of me after a lifetime of abstinence, that I failed to
think that it might be just as strong for her.
She wants it so badly too. We’re burning for each other.
“You want my cock, don’t you?” I growl as I lick a trail down her
stomach. My cock leaves her pussy and she cries out in frustration.
“Yes,” she moans desperately as she grabs my head and pulls me back up.
I shift my hips so my dick lands back on her spread pussy and this appeases
her a bit, but she won’t be satisfied until she has me thrusting deep inside her.
“Put it in. I want to feel it.”
“You want me to take your cherry?”
“Yes!” she begs. “Please take it. It’s yours!”
“That’s my girl,” I whisper as I reach down and grab my wide shaft. It’s
so wet. She’s made a mess all over it with her fresh cream.
“I’m taking you raw,” I warn her. “Do you want to feel my warm skin
inside you?”
She’s grabbing her tits and squeezing them as her back arches. “Yes,” she
says in a desperate voice. “Fuck me hard. I need it so badly.”
I’m taking this sweet girl unprotected. She’s mine and there’s a fierce
need growing inside of me to make it official. To claim her womb with my
seed. To breed her. To fuck her so hard she’ll never think about another guy
for the rest of her life.
A warm shiver racks my spine as I guide the head of my cock to her
virgin opening. This is it. The moment that I make her mine for real.
I want to remember every detail—the sound of the waves, the brightness
of the stars, the way she’s looking at me with a fire burning in those erotic
eyes, her big tits heaving up and down with every hard breath, the feel of her
legs wrapped around me, the smell of her fresh cunt, the sexy little whimpers
and moans coming out of those plump pink lips. I want to remember it all. I
want it burned into my memory so I can come back to this moment and relive
it for the rest of my life.
Her sweet body has been moving non-stop, but when I start to push my
head in, she stills. She tenses up when she feels my size.
A splash of her pussy juice squirts onto my cock and hand when I give a
little push to get my whole head in. She watches, panting, as I bring my hand
up to my mouth and lick it off. She tastes so good. So ripe. She’s better than a
peach.
I grab her hips and continue sliding my dick inside her tight little cunt.
My teeth grit at her insane tightness. Her pussy is squeezing me like it
doesn’t want me in here, but I know my sweet girl does.
“You’re being such a good girl,” I whisper as I slide in another inch.
“You’re taking your man’s cock so well.”
“It’s so big,” she moans as she squeezes her eyes closed and bites her
bottom lip.
“I know, but it will get easier. This tight little virgin pussy will loosen up
once I sink my big cock all the way in.”
The head of my dick arrives at her cherry and her legs tighten around me.
“Fucking hell,” I whisper as I look down at her body. This is the moment
I’m taking her innocence. The moment she’ll truly be mine.
I know this will be a catalyst in my life. My life before I claimed Janice
and my life after. Everything is going to change.
“Are you ready, baby?”
She nods her head, her face still twisted up like it’s hurting her. “Take
me. I’m yours.”
I thrust my hips and tear through her cherry with a grunt. She cries out as
I steal her innocence. It’s gone forever. It’s mine now.
“That’s my good girl,” I say as I plunge my cock all the way inside her.
I’m holding it in, nearly collapsing at the tightness as her pussy wraps around
me, clenching me, squeezing me, torturing me in the best possible way.
It feels so damn good. I can’t take it. I close my eyes and focus on the
warmth, the heat, the squeeze of her virgin cunt around every inch of me.
Her hands slide up to my shoulders and she drags her nails down my arms
as her body shudders under me.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” I whisper as I lean down. “So fucking
good.”
I kiss her hard and she moans into my mouth when she feels my tongue
against hers. Our chests connect and I feel the hardness of her hot little
nipples pressing into me.
She’s completely exposed to me. I have every part of her. She’s all
fucking mine now.
I start to pull out slowly, watching her face get all contorted with pleasure
and pain as I drag out one inch at a time.
Just before the tip slides out, I thrust back in, giving her tight pussy a
second taste of my cock. She cries out again, but her face has lost some of
that edge. I can tell she’s starting to enjoy it better. It’s more pleasure than
pain now.
Her big juicy tits start swaying back and forth as I grab her thighs and
start fucking her in a steady rhythm.
I can’t get enough of this girl. I don’t know where to look. That look on
her beautiful face while she takes my cock is stunning, but so is her swaying
tits, and the point where we’re connected—her soft pussy lips wrapping
around my dick, her cream coating my shaft, her engorged clit poking out and
getting slammed by my pelvis—it’s all so erotic. It’s all so enticing. I don’t
want to miss anything.
After a while, her pussy starts to loosen up. I have a big cock and I’m
stretching her cunt out good. She’s a tough girl with the way she’s taking it
all. I’m continually impressed with her and I can feel my love deepening with
every second we’re connected.
“Look at you,” I growl as I pump my hips. “Such a good girl, taking your
man’s big cock. How does your pussy feel?”
“It’s so wet,” she moans, looking up at me with half-closed eyelids. “You
feel so good in me.”
“Your pussy feels so fucking good,” I say with a shudder. “Don’t you
dare make me cum yet.”
She moans again deeper as she spreads her legs further apart, willing me
to nut inside her. Her hands wrap around her breasts as she rocks back and
forth to the powerful rhythm of my hips.
“Suck on your tits,” I command her. “Show me how you like it.”
My blood is boiling as I watch her bring a hard nipple to her mouth. She
watches me with a seductive look in her eyes as she takes it between her lips
and sucks on it.
“That’s my good girl,” I moan as I watch her. “Want to see the mess your
virgin pussy has made on my cock?”
I pull it out of her before she can beg me to keep it in. It’s coated in her
cream, a touch of her virgin blood making it pink. My hand moves up and
down it, jerking myself off as she gets on her elbows to watch.
“Look at what your sweet cunt is doing to me,” I say as pre-cum leaks out
of the tip. “You make a mess on me, so it’s only fair that I make a mess on
you.”
She leans up and watches as I rub the pre-cum all over her pussy. “There
you go. Now we’re even. Your pretty little pussy is all messy too.”
Her hand darts down and she starts rubbing her clit as she eyes my hard
cock.
“You want this back in you?” I ask, feeling my body ache as I watch this
beauty play with herself.
She nods as she looks up at me, mouth open, eyes glazed over with lust.
This girl is over the edge now. I have her in a sexual trance.
“You keep rubbing that pussy for me,” I tell her. “Keep it nice and wet.
Don’t worry, I’ll put it back in.”
She drops back onto the table with a moan as I slide the head of my cock
up her pussy lips. Her hand is rubbing her clit in furious circles as she waits
for me to penetrate her once again.
“I’m going to countdown from five,” I tell her. “Then I’ll fuck you really
hard, but you have to do something for me.”
“Anything,” she moans as her ripe body writhes around on the table.
“When I get to one, I want you to rub your clit as hard as you fucking can
for me. Can you do that?”
She forces her eyes open and looks at me, breathless. “I can.”
“That’s my good girl. I’ll take care of you. Always. You know that,
right?”
“Yes.”
I slide my swollen head through her pussy lips, teasing her as I gently
push against her opening, but I don’t slide in yet.
“Five.”
Her hand starts moving harder, faster.
“Four.”
The wind picks up around us. The waves slam into the steel beams below.
“Keep rubbing that pussy, baby. Make it nice and wet for your man’s
cock. Three.”
Her back arches as she hits the right spot.
“Two.”
Her body is trembling as she waits for me. This beauty looks like she’s
going to cum as soon as I thrust inside her. I can feel my orgasm coming on
strong too.
“One.”
I thrust my dick into her tight little pussy as she rubs her clit harder than
ever. Her whimpers and moans turn to screams as I fuck her hard, slamming
in and out with hard-driving pumps of my hips. Her hand is on her clit,
amplifying everything for her.
She can’t help but cum. I keep up the fierce pace as her body lets go and
her sweet little virgin pussy cums on a cock for the first time.
I love it. The sensations are so intense. She feels so fucking good.
Her warm silky tunnel squeezes and clenches me as her body thrashes on
the table.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she moans as she comes crashing
down from the height of her pleasure. Her hand is dripping wet when she
finally lets go of her clit.
“Such a good girl. Do you like when I fuck you?”
“I fucking love it,” she moans back. “Never stop fucking me. Please.”
 A fresh batch of her delicious cream oozes out of her cunt and coats my
balls as I continue fucking her at a steady pace. The desire to pull out and lick
her pussy clean hits me, but the desire to stay inside is even stronger. I pulled
out of her once. I can’t do it again. I’m not physically capable of doing that
right now.
I love being inside her heat. I want to be inside her every day from now
on. I love that I can see her like this. That I’m the only one who’s ever seen
her like this.
Only my eyes know the gentle bounce of those breasts, the light tuft of
hair between her legs, the pinkness of her pussy. It’s all for me and only for
me.
God, I’m going to cum…
I can feel it coming hard.
It’s like a hurricane as it starts to build within, fast and violent as it whips
through my body.
“One last countdown,” I tell her as I flex my chest, trying to hold it back.
“You’re going to have to cum again. All over my big cock.”
“I can feel it coming already,” she moans as her back arches.
“You better hold it in,” I warn her. “You’re not allowed to cum until I tell
you.”
Her jaw clenches as she digs her hands into her hair. Those big tits get
pulled up into a teardrop shape, her beautiful nipples looking so damn
lickable.
I thrust into her at a hard, fast pace. I want this to be torture for her, so
that when I finally allow her to cum, it’s going to be harder than ever.
“That’s my girl,” I say as I pump my hips. “Hold it back. Ten.”
She moans as I grab her legs and hold them spread apart.
“Nine.”
I watch my cock plunging into her over and over again. Her pussy is
getting wetter and messier with a fresh load of warm cream.
 “Eight.”
She wants to cum. “Not yet, baby. Not yet. You’re going to have to wait.
Seven.”
Whimpers start coming out of her.
“Six.”
I’m squeezing her calves, holding her legs in the air as I drive in at a
relentless pace. “Your pussy feels so good,” I say in a growl. “I want to cum
too, baby. This is torture. Five.”
She grabs her tits and squeezes her nipples as she watches me fuck her.
Her mouth is open. There’s desperation in her eyes.
“Four.”
It’s getting so hard not to cum. I’m fucking her so hard and my hot load is
burning in me to get out. “Three.”
I can tell she’s struggling to hold it in too. There’s a wild look in her eyes
as her body starts shaking on the table. It’s convulsing all around me while
she wrestles her orgasm back.
“Two. Oh, fuck. I want to cum in you so badly. I want to breed your little
womb with my hot cum.”
“I want that too,” she moans. “Please let me cum.”
“You have to wait,” I say, teasing her, torturing her. “Be a good girl and
wait until I tell you.”
She bites her bottom lip as her legs tremble in my hands. It’s time to give
it to her. It’s time to fill her with my cum and breed this ripe young body.
“One. Cum with me.”
She erupts as I thrust in hard, shooting my big load of hot cum deep in her
pulsating cunt. The screams are deafening as she cums on my dick for the
second time.
I feel surge after surge leaving my swollen balls as my seed coats her
womb.
She’s all mine now. This girl is going to be bred before the sun comes
back up.
I’m getting faint from the intensity of my orgasm when she grabs my
arms and pulls me onto her. She clings onto me as I hold my cock deep inside
her, loving the way her heat squeezes and milks me, trying to get every last
drop of my seed into her waiting womb.
This has been the best night of my life.
I hold her and breathe in her scent as the breeze cools off our sweaty skin.
This is where I always want to be—inside my girl.
Just like this.
Forever.
 CHAPTER NINE

Janice

“N O W THIS IS AN OCEAN VIEW ,” S HANE SAYS AS HE STARES OUT OF OUR

room, but his hungry eyes are more on me than on the ocean. I’m standing on
the balcony of our beachfront suite in my new white bikini and I know from
that look that we’re never going to make it down to the beach before dinner.
We’ve been here for about an hour and a half and he’s already been
inside me twice. Once as soon as we closed the door and dropped the bag—
he fucked me against the wall in the entrance before we could even check out
the suite. And the second time was when I put my bikini on. He had it off in
record time and we tested out the sturdiness of the bed. FYI, it’s pretty
sturdy.
I’m about to rub suntan lotion all over my body and I know I’m about to
be screwed. Literally and figuratively.
“You lived on the ocean for the past twelve years and you’re still
mesmerized by the view?” I ask him as I squirt a dollop of suntan lotion into
my palm.
“It’s not the ocean I’m mesmerized by,” he says as his heated eyes fall
onto my breasts. “It’s that beautiful body in that tiny little bikini.”
“Do you like it?” I ask with a flirty smile as I start to rub the suntan lotion
all over my chest. I’m tempting the beast, I know. It’s a dangerous game, but
a fun one too.
“You keep rubbing yourself like that in front of me and it will be torn into
pieces before you know it.”
He’s not kidding and this is my favorite bathing suit, so I just take the top
right off before he tears through it. His eyes widen as I start rubbing the
lotion all over my breasts, getting them nice and slick. The bulge in his swim
shorts begins to lengthen and harden in front of my eyes.
The past two weeks with this man have been incredible. We spent the
first week alone on the rig and it was amazing. We must have had sex on
every single platform of the metal monster. Once the workers returned, Shane
had to do a bit of work getting the rig running again. I called my Marine
Protector friends and let them know that I’d be taking a leave of absence, but
that I would definitely return. I still haven’t told Shane that I’d like to go
back. I’m nervous about that. The man is a caveman when it comes to me—
all growly protective and possessive to the extreme. I don’t think he’s going
to like me jetting around the world and running head-on into violent
confrontations. I’d love for him to come with me, but I don’t think that’s
going to happen either. I can’t see him ever agreeing on that.
After the rig was up and running with Jamal in charge, Shane booked us a
two-week-long trip to a stunning hotel in Thailand. I can’t wait to spend the
next fourteen days with this man eating, drinking, suntanning, scuba diving,
dancing, and of course testing the real stability of that bed. I don’t think it
will last the two weeks with the pounding we’re about to give it.
“You had to go and tempt me with those big tits,” he says as he comes out
to get me. There’s a smile on my face as I take a step back. My ass hits the
railing. There’s nowhere to escape to. I’m all his.
He takes me in his arms and kisses me hard on the mouth. I melt into the
kiss as my body turns to jelly against him. My knees stop functioning.
My pussy is already on fire as he pulls away and looks down at my naked
chest. I undo the knot on his bathing suit as he grips my tits in his strong
hands and starts massaging them, the suntan lotion keeping them nice and
slippery.
“We’re never going to get to the beach, are we?” I ask as I pull his hard
cock out. My hands are still greasy from the lotion and I use both of them to
jerk him off.
“Would that be so bad?”
I smile as I pull him by the cock to the reclining chair on the balcony.
“Not at all.”
He watches as I get on the chair—staying on my knees—and slide his
dick between my breasts. They’re all lubed up and slippery as I push them
together, squeezing his cock with my flesh.
My pussy aches as he starts to thrust his big cock up and down, fucking
my tits as he looks down at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.
“You like that?” I ask, teasing him as I lick my lips. “You like fucking
my big tits?”
“I love fucking every part of you.”
“And you’re so good at it,” I say with a moan. His erection feels so big
and hard between them. It’s the first time we’ve done this.
It begins to dry out, so I grab the suntan lotion off the chair and squirt a
big glob of it onto his cock. Shane takes his strong hand and rubs it
everywhere as I watch with my pussy burning.
I moan deeply as my hand slides into my bathing suit bottoms and I begin
to play with my clit.
“Is your tiny pussy feeling left out?” he says, his voice taking on that sexy
growl that I fucking adore.
“A little bit. But this feels good too.”
He thrusts up between my breasts a few more times and then he’s pulling
his cock away and turning me around on the chair with forceful hands.
I hope no one can see us up here. It’s more for their sake. I don’t even
want to think about what Shane would do to some poor guy who looks up and
sees my naked body as I’m getting nailed. Shane doesn’t like any other men
looking at me. He’s a tad obsessive like that when I’m fully clothed. When
I’m naked… geez… I’d imagine he’s full-on feral.
Luckily for everyone, the resort is very exclusive and very private. We
have a gorgeous room with an ocean view and the lush vegetation below
blocks out any wandering eyes. Shane has me all to himself.
I fall onto my hands and knees as Shane postures up behind me. He grabs
my bathing suit bottom and yanks it to the side, revealing my aching pussy
for the third time today.
You’d think I’d be used to that long wide cock by now, but I’m not.
Every time he thrusts it in, it feels like the first time. The stretching and
filling makes me feel like a virgin again.
This time is no different. I drop my head and moan as he sinks that big
delicious cock into my throbbing pussy from behind.
His big hands grip my thighs—desperate fingertips digging into my flesh
—as he begins to fuck me at a merciless pace. The chair squeaks as it inches
across the balcony with every hard thrust.
It feels so fucking good. I try to keep my moaning and cries to a low
volume, but it’s so hard when his dick keeps hitting that perfect spot. They
get louder and louder as I get closer and closer.
Soon, we’re both cumming all over each other in a wet mess of heat. I
love feeling the forceful surges of his hot cum blasting into me. It always
elevates the intensity of my orgasm to a new height.
I swallow back the cries struggling to get out as wave after wave of
euphoric bliss crashes into me. They rack my body and leave me trembling
on the chair in a wet sweaty mess as Shane slowly moves his cock in and out.
His grip on my thighs loosens as his pace slows even more.
 “Oh fuck,” I moan when he pulls out and I can’t help but collapse onto
the chair.
I peek over my shoulder at him, standing there naked in the sun, looking
gorgeous as usual. His chest and arms are still flexed from our little workout
and his abs are looking like he just did a hundred sit-ups. He’s coated in a
slick sheen of sweat, making him look all shiny and otherworldly.
I love him. So fucking much.
I truly can’t get enough of this man.
I can’t believe we get to spend the next two weeks together here in
paradise (if we’re ever able to leave this damn room!) and I really can’t
believe that we get to spend the rest of our lives together.
That makes me so happy. It makes my heart feel so light like it’s going to
float out of my chest.
“Alright,” Shane says as he pulls his bathing suit back up, hiding that
thick beautiful cock from me. “I think I’m ready for a dip in the pool now.”
“You sure?” I ask with a teasing grin as I turn onto my back and look up
at him. “We’re not going to have a round four?”
Something changes in his eyes as he roams them over my naked body.
Maybe it’s the palm trees all around us, or the way my skin is glistening, or
the different position my body is in, but he changes his mind.
He unties the knot and that bathing suit drops back down to his ankles.
His cock springs up long and hard. Again. This man is insatiable. He’s waited
so long for me and I guess he’s making up for the lost time.
“Round four sounds like fun,” he says as he grabs his big dick and comes
forward.
There’s not much I can do in front of an insatiable beast like him, except
for open my legs, take him in my arms, and enjoy the ride…
 EPILOGUE

Shane

Six months later…

I’ M GRIPPING THE ROPE TIED TO THE SIDE OF THE BOAT AS I LOOK BACK AT MY
Janice. There’s a fierce look on her face that’s brimming with excitement as
we race toward the illegal fishing boat that’s been poaching whales in the
area.
I was totally against this for so long. I don’t want my girl anywhere near
danger, but this is who she is and I have to accept it. She wants to protect the
sea creatures as much as I want to protect her. So, I agreed to let her go on
the next Marine Protectors mission only if I was able to accompany her. I’ll
be her bodyguard. No one will come close to her.
My hands clench into fists as Tyler steers the boat closer to the ship in the
distance. They start accelerating when they see us coming. There are four
boats and our goal is to break the bright lights they use to lure in the whales.
That’s the Marine Protectors’ goal. My goal is to keep my girl safe and to
bust a few jaws to make them think twice about coming back here and
endangering the most precious thing in the world to me.
“Hold on!” Tyler says as we start hitting the waves that the ship is
making. I grab onto Janice and hold her tightly as we bounce around on the
waves.
“Hold the boat steady!” Janice shouts when we’re riding alongside the
ship. She grabs the long pole and jumps to her feet. She’s a firecracker and I
adore her. I watch her in awe as she starts smashing the lights.
This gets the poachers’ attention and three of them come running over.
They’re big and muscular from a lifetime of manual labor, but I’m livid
inside as they dare to head for my girl. I leap onto the boat and rush at them. I
knock one in the jaw with a hard punch and he drops unconscious to the
ground.
The two others leap on me, but I throw one over my shoulder, slamming
him into the metal wall. The other one grunts as I grab him by the throat.
“Were you going for my girl?” I growl in his face.
His eyes widen and he says something in a language I don’t understand.
His voice is frantic as he tries to peel my hand off his throat. It doesn’t budge.
Two more guys are headed for Janice, so I punch him in the stomach and
then knock him out with a hard right to his chin.
I rush over just as they arrive. The small guy grabs the pole Janice is
holding and they have a tug of war over it. She holds her own as she struggles
to rip it out of his hands.
The bigger guy is between us. He squares up with his big meaty fists in
the air. I bulldoze through him, pushing him off the boat with a shove. He
splashes into the water and gets caught up in the current. I glance back and
see him catch the netting on the side. Unfortunately, he’ll be fine.
The small guy releases Janice’s pole when he sees me advancing. He
reaches behind him and pulls out a knife.
“Watch out, Shane!” Janice screams when she sees it.
“It’s going to take a lot more than a little knife to stop me,” I growl as I
step forward. He steps back with fear in his eyes.
He screams something at me in his language.
“You’re about to find out just how protective I am when it comes to my
girl,” I tell him in a low controlled voice. “I’m going to make you pay with
the force of a thousand—”
The long pole comes crashing down on his head with a thump. His eyes
roll back and he drops down unconscious, the knife clattering on the metal
floor.
I turn to Janice with my forehead scrunched up and with my arms out.
“You interrupted my big speech!”
“It was getting a little long,” she says with a wink.
“You break the lights,” I say with a grin. “I break the jaws.”
We smile at each other and then she gets back to work smashing the
lights as I stand there on guard like her own personal Bengal tiger.
Once they’re all broken, we cut the nets and toss the illegal stuff they
already caught over the side of the boat. The meat sinks below the surface
and disappears. At least it will feed the ocean creatures instead of the assholes
who buy this stuff. And maybe they’ll think twice before rolling up in here
again.
We head back into the boats and drive away with our adrenaline finally
slowing down. I catch Janice’s eye and we smile at each other.
God, I fucking love her.
“What are you thinking?” she yells in my face over the roaring of the
speeding boat.
“I’m thinking that I could get used to this. It was fun.”
Her smile widens and it reaches her beautiful blue eyes. I can’t help but
lean in and kiss her even though the boat is bouncing around like crazy.
“So, we can count you in as a Marine Protector?” she asks after licking
her lips.
“You can count me in as a Janice Protector. Wherever you go, I’ll be
there watching out for you.”
“Sounds perfect to me,” she says as she wraps her arms around mine and
rests her head on my shoulder.
I kiss her hair and hold her tightly as we sail off into the sunset, perfectly
happy in every way.
 EPILOGUE

Janice

Twenty-five years later…

I’ M IN SHOCK AS THEY CALL MY NAME .

All the heads in the beautiful hall turn to me as my mouth drops open in
stunned awe. I turn to Shane and he’s already standing up and clapping the
loudest.
“Get up there, babe!” he says as he helps me up. “You won!”
It feels like my spirit has left my body as I stand up and walk over to the
stage. The sound of clapping is deafening in my ears.
I can’t believe I actually won. It’s the most prestigious award in the
Marine Protectors’ organization—the lifetime achievement award.
Tyler is smiling at me on stage and hands me the award as I step up to the
microphone. I’m blushing as I see everyone in the room cheering and
clapping.
My eyes dart to Shane. He’s the last one to sit down.
He looks so proud of me.
 My husband is truly the best. We’ve had an amazing few decades
together and our love runs deeper every year we’re together.
During our first year as a couple, he sold his oil rig and we both joined
the organization full time. Once I got pregnant with our first child—a boy
named Liam—we stopped doing runs in the field and instead helped turn the
small organization into a global powerhouse of a charity. We’re helping to
clean up the garbage around the ocean and stop illegal fishing worldwide. It’s
been a very rewarding career and I wouldn’t have been able to do it without
Shane.
He’s been so supportive with all of my goals and dreams and has helped
me achieve them all.
Not only that, he’s been an amazing father to our four children—two boys
and two girls. We settled down in Manhattan and have loved living in the
action of the city.
I thank the organizers of the charity and go through the motions.
When it’s time to thank Shane, I tear up. I get so emotional when
discussing my love for him.
“How can I thank the man who means everything to me?” I ask as I stare
at him through the crowd. “I love you so much, Shane. Every day that love
grows. I couldn’t have done any of this without your watchful eyes looking
out for me. I love you so much. Thank you.”
I nod to the crowd and then leave the stage with my new award.
Shane stands up and meets me halfway with his arms wide open. I run
into them and wrap my legs around him as he spins me around and the crowd
cheers.
“I’m so proud of you,” he whispers in my ear.
“I’m proud of us,” I whisper back. “I love you, Shane.”
“I love you too,” he whispers as he holds me tighter than ever. “And I
always will.”
I close my eyes and smile as I feel his love engulf me, the crowd cheering
all around us.
Life doesn’t get better than this.

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