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“This is a joke, right? I’m supposed to kiss Brad?” I’m joking, as he is obviously not the most stunning contestant here.
“It’s part of the game,” Jane quips. “If you choose not to do it, you’re disqualified from moving further in the game. You signed—”
“I know what I signed, but—”
“Are you out of the game then, Colin?” Jane’s voice is stark and cutting as though she’s fed up with the delays. Again, I’ve seen her like this on television, but in person it’s much blunter, especially when you’re hot and hungry.
I glance toward the guys. We came out here because we needed the money, but we’d expected to be fishing and living off the land, not kissing Brad’s pseudo girlfriend and confusing my own heart with the lips of a stranger.
Sara folds her arms over her chest and looks toward Brad and I, mouthing words toward us, her back to the cameras and Jane. “If you and Colin are okay with it, I am. It’s just a kiss.”
Brad looks down and scratches the top of his head before looking back down at Sara. I can tell he’s feeling protective over her. I know because I am feeling it too. Hell, even Zane’s fists are clenched as though he won’t be able to take much more, and I’m sure he doesn’t feel a damn thing for Sara.
“You have ten seconds to decide if you’re in or out,” Jane says.
I see Brad nod from the corner of my eye and my heart stomps out a heavy thud as Sara stands in front of me, her big eyes shining up as though she’s ready for whatever it is I’m about to do.
I’m sure the camera is getting a great shot of this. This is what Jane wants, an island paradise of wicked intentions. It’s good TV, better than watching a bunch of men hunt, fish, and lie around conserving energy for thirty days.
“Are you sure?” I ask her as I tip down closer toward her fragile neck.
She bites her lower lip nervously and nods as she tips up onto her toes, landing her hands on my shoulders. The soft scent of whatever floral perfume she’s wearing is still present despite her salt soaking earlier.
“I’ll start with your neck then, okay?” I lower into the curve of her delicate collarbone and kiss her gently, lingering on the silky texture of her skin as I work my way up to the lobe of her ear.
At first, I’m stiff, unsure of where to put my hands. But soon, I can’t help but rake my hands down over her hair and press her into me. It’s instinctual and barbaric as though we’re the only two here and I don’t want to stop. I want to keep going until she’s naked in the sand and I’m tasting her, touching her, lost in the depths of her cavern. I kiss her ear and run my tongue behind the edge of the lobe, spreading wet heat over every sensitive nub.
“I’m going to kiss your lips now,” I whisper softly into her ear.
She shudders and nods, her small body relaxed in my arms.
My cock pulses against the thin swim trucks I’m wearing, threatening to press into her stomach, warning me to stop before I lose control, but I don’t. I can’t.
My thumb grazes the side of her face as our lips press together. At first, the motion is simple and controlled, until it’s not, and her tight body is pressed so close to my hips there’s no way she isn’t feeling the erection that’s stabbing into her.
Unintentionally, my arms wrap around her waist and pull her in even closer, my lips burning into hers with purpose as one fist is lost in the back of her hair. I wonder if she’s liking it or if this is torture. It was Brad who she’s clung to, Brad who she went home with last night. The way she’s letting me hold her could be for the show, for Jane.
I almost believe myself until Sara’s tongue slides into my mouth and begins massaging mine. It doesn’t stay long. She retreats nearly immediately, as though the motion were an accident. But a few moments later it’s back again, this time with more pressure sending a shock of energy down the back of my neck and into my groin.
“I think they’re good now,” Brad barks.
Jane doesn’t respond so I continue, taking in the last few moments of Sara I may ever get as she lets out a soft moan. I’m not sure if I’m the only one who can hear it, or even if I’ve imagined the whole thing, but as Brad hollers again, and Jane concedes and blows the whistle on the game, I can’t help but feel a pang of sadness. I could’ve spent the rest of my life suspended in that moment.
Our gaze stays fixed on one another as Brad pulls her into his waist and I’m not sure anymore if I can go back to pretending like I don’t want Sara too.
Chapter Eight
Sara
The cameraman wipes his lens and sets up next to a palm on the left side of camp. I know I’m not supposed to talk to him, but I’m waiting on the guys to get back from setting fishing lines after the game and it seems odd to just go on like the man isn’t there.
“I’m Sara by the way,” I say, reaching my hand out toward him.
He’s taken aback but reaches out to greet me anyhow. “Sara, I’m Dean. Great to meet you. We shouldn’t be talking though. Jane wants me to be invisible. If she could get me to stand in a camo suit, I think she would, but I’d revolt. It’s way too hot out here.” He laughs a little and wipes his lens with a microfiber cloth he has tucked in his pocket.
“I know, but it seems so rude to see you and not say hi. I still don’t know what I’m doing out here. A few hours ago, I was flying home to San Francisco.”
“Oh yeah, my oldest daughter goes to college out that way. I promised my wife a trip out to see her after this is filmed.”
