Page 78 of The Forbidden Fling

“I haven’t done anything.”

The group glanced at each other in confusion.

Faye turned to Duarte. “Have you heard about the poach—”

But she didn’t get a chance to finish her question. Tiago bolted, knocking Filamena off balance as he rushed out the door. His footsteps thundered up the wooden stairs.

The others stood in shock. Faye’s pulse skyrocketed.

“He’s–he’s the poacher,” she stammered. Disbelief rooted her motionless. “It’s him!”

She couldn’t let him get away. Not for a second time. The adrenaline kicked in, and she sprinted up the stairs, onto the dock, and out onto the beach. The midnight sky did little to help her, but the sound of footsteps guided her to the left.

“Hey!” she shouted. “Why are you running? Afraid I’m going to beat you again?”

She didn’t really know what she was saying, but she did want to beat him. And not at a stupid card game, but with her hands and fists.

A burning river of lava had replaced the blood in her veins. She couldn’t stand people who took advantage of others—and especially people who took advantage of animals. She forced her muscles harder, but she was already slowing, her breathing too loud in her ears.

Dammit. She was unfit. Her lungs ached; her feet sank with every step, like she was running in glue. If he got into the woods, there was no way she’d be able to find him in the darkness.

“You’re–a—you’re a…coward!” she yelled into the night, hoping to antagonise him at least a little.

Faye didn’t notice someone coming up behind her until they passed her, their quick pace putting her to shame. She squinted at the silhouette, tall and looming in the moonlight. Romeo?

There were sounds of a scuffle, a dull thud, and men’s voices. She could make out a tangle of bodies on the sand. When she caught up, Romeo was kneeling on Tiago’s back, his arm twisted behind him.

“Sai de cima de mim seu perdedor!” Tiago tried to roll free, almost tipping Romeo onto his side.

Faye sat on his wriggling legs, hearing more voices heading towards them. “The only…loser here…is you, Tiago.” She sucked in a lungful of air and gave Romeo a pat on the back. He beamed at her. Faye matched his smile with her own.

“I love animals,” Romeo said.

A laugh escaped her, extra loud in the quiet. “We did it.” She nudged Romeo. “We actually did it.”

“Stupid kids.” Tiago struggled underneath them, kicking up sand. “Get off me.”

Faye bit back a Scooby Doo reference about “meddling kids” as the others gathered around her, confusion on their faces. In the moonlight, Duarte was white as a sheet. Faye brushed the sand off her legs, checking her bag was still attached. Winner.

“Carla, call Riley. She needs to get here ASAP.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Faye

Faye hadn’t stopped smiling for days. Maybe it had something to do with wrangling one of the poachers, subsequently exposing a network of baddies trying to exploit the island. Maybe it had more to do with the beautiful woman wrapped between her thighs, making her feel things she didn’t think were humanly—or scientifically—possible.

Another one of those blinding orgasms ripped through her, taking her breath and her vision along with it. She clung to Diana, biting her nails into her shoulders as her tongue continued to roll over her clit. Pleasure blanketed her, warm and fierce, and she moaned, bathing in the feeling, the pressure of Diana’s lips against her enough to keep it rippling to the tips of her toes.

Faye exhaled happily, her chest tight. “Well…Good morning to you, too.”

Diana hummed contentedly, placing a wet kiss on her thigh. “Indeed.” When her eyes flicked up and met Faye’s, another ping of pleasure jolted through her.

How was that even possible?

It should be concerning how much she reacted to her. When her rich, honey-sweet voice took on that husky tone, Faye was pretty sure she’d steal children’s lunch money if Diana asked her to. And don’t get her started on that mouth.

The ungodly crimes she’d commit for that mouth.