When I saw her land on the deck with her ass up in the air, I nearly choked on saliva, thinking there’s no wayshewould be here, far from the airport and on the same boat. Because of everyone I’ve known in my life, only she would be unlucky enough to make that type of landing.
But when I was done staring at the duck on her ass, I finally was able to shift my attention to her hair. Which is always hard not to notice. The pink of her hair is not exactly pink. It has a light shimmer to it, almost like glitter. The woman is a fucking unicorn.
The next thing that threw me off was my stupid eyes shifting back to the duck. It was hard not to notice it, as it stared at me right from the middle. Didthisduck sit on my face?
And when she started jiggling it, trying to get on her feet instead of her face, I couldn’t help my pants growing tighter. My body remembered how those jiggles felt on my lap. And my face.
I groan inwardly, cursing her along with her duck and the damn boat wreck.
With that being mentioned, it’s safe to say I’ll not be having fun stranded on this island for an unknown number of days. I can’t fucking lust after someone I totally hate. She’sbeen the bane of my existence for the past couple months, and now she’s followed me here. The place where I could actually enjoy some solitude with lavish nature, coconuts, and my hand.
Sighing to the sky and hoping I won’t go insane, I check on my neighbor in a ripped shirt and duck hiding under her black shorts. She is also inexplicably covered in mud now.
All afternoon she’s been struggling to move those branches as if they weigh a ton. Every time she lifts one, she grunts and puffs like she’s moving a mountain. She made a few frequent trips to the waterfall, but I imagine she got thirsty the moment she was back. I’ve been timing her walks, and they couldn’t last more than a few minutes. She’s been rushing back and forth, wasting more energy than she was getting from consuming water. She’s probably exhausted by now. And hungry. Definitely hungry.
As she slowly approaches me—scratch that, not me but the coconuts I’ve placed on the sand by my side—she’s looking more and more sure and dare I say bloodthirsty? Her eyes are trained on the coconuts—those on the sand, sadly—and her little hands are squeezed into funny fists the size of a ladybug. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she would fight me for these coconuts.
I get a little too excited since my sweaty pants are getting a little too tight. Who knew traveling in a dress suit wasn’t the best idea. But in my defense, I never travel for pleasure, only business. To think of it, I don’t even remember vacationing since I’ve become an adult. If ever.
I’m spreading my legs wider, giving some room for my clearly insane dick if it’s getting aroused by the sight of that disaster I’ve come to loathe, and make myself busy with a coconut in my hands.
“May I?” she asks, pointing at the closed ones by my side.
I nod and push one toward her. She takes it in her handsand retreats back to her monstrous shelter that will blow away with the first sign of wind. Once she disappears behind the bushes, the sound of something smashing into something reaches my ears. I could have offered to crack the coconuts, but I want to see her ask. Beg me to. She can do that, I know she can.
Sheowesme that. If she wasn’t there to use the damn oven, the fire might not have started. But she was. She burned my building, costing millions of dollars by now, a few lost future projects, and possibly the CEO position in my own company. She escaped from the hospital to avoid charges. She landed on my face during the turbulence. She nearly broke my cock in two when she grabbed it like a door handle. I dragged her body from the ocean and breathed life back into her. She was turning blue when I carried her to shore. I didn’t know how long I’d been doing CPR when she came back to life. I was sure I cracked some ribs, but she seems fine. I saved her life. The least she could do is be more grateful. There’re good ways to show gratitude. Some really good ways.
Fuck that.I spread my thighs even wider because apparently something is wrong with me if imagining this woman begging me to crack the coconuts makes me hard as said fuckin’ coconut itself.
I swear to God if I keep thinking the word coconut one more time, I’m going to go insane.
A few minutes later, she comes back out. Her face is red, and her shoulders rise and fall with an alarming speed. She’s like a little raging bull with pink hair and matching cheeks.
The bull marches toward me while I’m drinking the coco… the water from the nut and stops a few steps away with one hand on her hip and the nut in the other.
“How did you open it?” She sounds like she’s forcefully squeezing words through her tightly shut lips.
I look up at her with a raised brow, expecting her to do better. I know she can.
She rolls her eyes and starts tapping her foot on the sand. “How did you crack the coconut?”
I keep looking at her, taking slow sips from my… nut.
She sighs and forces a Cheshire cat smile on her face. “Could you please share with me how you opened the coconut so I can try and do the same?”
I swallow the juice and point at the palm tree next to us. Her eyes follow my finger and then return to me. “What are you saying?”
I lift a corner of my lips, enjoying the sight of her angry face. I never knew it could be so entertaining to anger another human being, but I like seeing her getting the side of the coin she’s been giving me.
She groans loudly, turns around, and walks toward the same bushes she just came from. More banging sounds and a few minutes later, she emerges with the full co… the uncracked nut in her hands and marches toward me with an even more determined look on her face. Her jaw is clamped tight, the muscles in her cheeks moving under her tanned skin, her hips swaying.
Once she reaches me, she drops the coconut on the ground and takes the same pose.
“How did you crack the damn thing?”
I nod toward the palm tree, letting her figure out the rest on her own or learn how to be more polite.
“I tried that. I beat it on the tree, but it doesn’t crack.” Her nostrils flare. She looks funny, like a little angry doll.
