AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I never join in, though. I’ve never been one to exercise on purpose. But it’s not that that holds me back, but my unwillingness to miss the show.
When he slips a T-shirt on over his head, I huff in disappointment, returning to my fruit. I look over at Oz for more and find his serious expression has morphed into something lighter, the edges of his mouth kicking up into a smile.
“You should take a picture. It will last longer.”
“Not sure that line works out here in the jungle with no camera or cell phone. Maybe I could ask him to pose while I draw him.”
“Can you draw?”
“Of course,” I answer before finishing the last bite of fruit and drinking some water.
“You’ll have to draw something for me sometime. I found a pencil and some paper in the cockpit, you can use that.”
“I tell you what, if you promise to strip naked and sit for me, I’ll draw you first.”
Zig, who hasn’t said anything, just chuckles. He knows what I’m doing, distracting his brother from his worries.
“I’m going to hunt. I won’t go far, and I’ll take the flare gun, just in case.”
“Zig—” Oz starts, but Zig shakes his head.
“I get it, Oz. I do. But we can’t put our lives on hold because of one incident. I won’t go far. Take care of our girl.”
Oz squeezes his hands into fists but nods.
Right, a distraction is what’s needed. “You know where that pencil and paper are?” I ask him as he watches Zig leave.
He turns back to me and breathes out a laugh. “Yeah, hold on.”
“I can get it.”
“Nope. You stay right there until I tell you otherwise.”
“So bossy,” I complain lightheartedly.
He leans down, his lips an inch from mine. “You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart.”
A pulse of awareness rushes through me, and though most of my body is still pretty sleepy, a part of me is wide awake and limbering up. Ignoring Oz, because I’m a rebel like that, I get to my feet, reaching for the table to steady myself and grab the toothpaste and my toothbrush. I brush my teeth and spit in my empty cup, which I move out of sight until I can wash it later.
I turn and move back toward the bed as Oz walks out of the cockpit with a pad of paper in his hand. He looks at me standing up and growls. “Unless you want my handprints all over your ass, I suggest you sit the fuck down.”
I’m not sure if I should be pissed at his tone or not. The feminist in me must be a whore because she is bending over and waiting to be mounted. Jesus, I must still have some venom running through my veins. I’m not in any fit state to be getting all hot and sweaty with Oz right now after yesterday’s brush with death. But for some reason, the thought makes me feel alive. Like I have to remind myself in the best possible way that I survived.
“Is it okay with Mr. Bossy Pants if I pee first?”
For a second, I honestly think he wants to say no. But then sanity prevails, and he tosses the pad and pencil on the bed and stalks toward me. I don’t move as he crowds me, his nose skimming mine as he leans down.
“I’m hanging on by a thread, pretty girl, so don’t test me,” he warns, his voice rumbling over my skin and making my nipples pebble.
“I’ll be good, I swear,” I promise him with crossed fingers behind my back.
He narrows his eyes before he drops into a squat in front of me, his head in line with my pelvis. All coherent thought goes out the window as I picture Oz sliding my T-shirt up and slipping my panties to the side so he can—
“Lift,” he orders, snapping me out of my daydream.
I look down and see his hand around my ankle. I lift my foot as he slides my shoe on before repeating the process with the other one. Once they are both on, he ties the laces while looking up at me. I never considered having my shoes tied for me could be sexy, but apparently, anything this man does sets my ovaries on fire.
Damn. With how close he is to my pussy, I’m wondering if he can smell smoke. He slides his hands up my legs and cups my ass, giving it a quick squeeze before he gets to his feet.
