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I heard the watch on John's wrist beep, and groaned softly, turning to look at him. I sleepily smiled at him. He was still out cold. I lightly touched his hair and clicked the watch off. I went to the front room and started the stove. I heated water and made instant coffee that I brought with me in my pack. Then I crushed the bananas and fried them. It wasn't much but it could hold him over till the fish came.

I crawled back in bed and the next thing I knew I was pulled asunder and looking up at him. Sleep was still in his eyes but he was growing more alert by the second.

"Thought I was sleepin', huh?"

"You were."

He stole a kiss quickly and tried to rise. "Well, I'd better get goin'…"

I grabbed his shoulders. "Oh, no, you don't!"

"Honey, I gotta go," he smiled down at me apologetically, his hips grinding into mine. "I'll make it up to you later."

"Well, that's great, but I've got to get some sunscreen on you first," I traced a line from the small cleft in his chin straight down his neck to the cleft between his pecks. "Then you can go play with the fish."

He rolled his eyes at me, and turned onto his stomach.

I smiled and left the bed to get lotion. When I returned, I asked, "Are you guys fishing on this side of the island?"

"We're going to two spots, see how it goes." He rested his head on his folded arms as I rubbed the sunscreen on his back, massaging his muscles. "Mmmm. Trying to put me back to sleep, here?"

"No, sir, wouldn't dream of it." I worked his lower back.

"Watch it there, now!" His laugh was sensual. "You know that's a spot for me."

"Sorry, I forgot."

"Uh-huh," he chuckled. "Keep playin' around."

I massaged his legs and he moaned with pleasure. "Kinda tight."

"Yeah…Pix, come on!" He laughed out loud as I massaged his inner thighs.

"I am trying to make sure you don't burn," I said as innocently as I could.

"You're trying to make sure," he said, turning over and sitting up, "that I do, but not by the sun."

His look was absolutely teasing, so I gasped dramatically. "I am not!"

He raised a brow at me, smirking, and then kissed my nose. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

I smiled at him and straddled his thighs. I squeezed some more lotion on my hands and then worked on his chest.

"You're really pushing it." He watched my hands change from massaging to caressing to massaging again. When I started on his legs, particularly his inner thighs, he said, "You really are, you know that, right?"

"I'm just doing my duty…sir." I gave him my best innocent smile.

"Well, I'll have a whole lot more—duties—for you when I get back," His eyes held sensual promise. His smile told me I'd love every minute of it and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. He pulled on his shorts, and noticed something in the cargo pocket. "What…"

"Just in case," I whispered. "Short range radio."

He laughed. "Anything else in that pack of yours?"

"Nothing important," I shrugged innocently.

That earned me another smirk. He kissed me soundly, tenderly. "Now, I gotta go." He scooted off the bed, and grabbed his cap off the night table next to him, putting it on.

"Take some bananas with you," I reminded. He took some of the bananas I cooked along with a cup of coffee. "Be careful."

"I will. Just stay here till Sarah comes," he threw over his shoulder as he headed for the door. He winked at me, blowing me a kiss and was gone.

I went back to bed and took a nap. I knew I wouldn't see Sarah for awhile. It was so early. The sun hadn't even come up yet. I curled back into bed on John's side, inhaling his scent on the pillow, and settled down to sleep.

The sun coming through the window woke me up. I looked at my watch. It was almost 7 a.m. I washed up and got dressed in another tank top and skirt, deciding to be ready the minute Sarah came for me.

She came about a half hour later, and we were off into the jungle. I moved a bit slower for her, but I didn't mind. She was good company.

"So, Draco is after you," Sarah said with no preamble. We'd been talking about how beautiful the island was.

"John just wants to be sure…"

"Charles told me what Draco said at the fire."

I took a deep breath, sighing heavily. "I just wanted to be with John. That's all I wanted."

"Well, keep that thought and sooner or later, Draco will back off," Sarah said gently, raising her brows. "Or John will have to step up."

I nodded at the thought. "I don't want that."

"Well, let me tell you, as a Navy wife, I had quite a few men circling me when Charles was abroad," she remembered. "Even men he knew! There was even one before he retired as commander."

I laughed humourlessly. "Men."

"The thing that got them was how much I love him," Sarah remembered. "They wanted that for themselves."

"That man is not looking for love."

"Well, you're right about that."

We were by ourselves for an hour when Brianna and Madison showed up.

"When did you guys get here?" Madison asked.

"We were here about a quarter to eight," Sarah nodded. "We're almost done."

It was then I saw Draco walk to the pond. He was completely naked, showing off his muscular body and endowments. He showed perfect form when he dove in for a swim.

"Well, I'm done," I said. "Catch you guys later." I walked back to the hut and began peeling bananas.

We were back before ten, just as the sun started getting high. It was hot. I fried bananas quickly and set them aside. I pulled my iPod out, and hooked it to some small portable speakers. "Addicted to Love" played as I poured water into a basin, nodding to the rhythm. I listened to the music, closing my eyes as I swayed to it.

I felt a pair of arms encircle my waist, and smiled at the masculine familiar scent as my body sprung to awareness. Hips swayed with mine. "You're home, sir." I drawled, my voice low with arousal.

John pressed his lips to my neck, making me sigh. "Yeah." He raised a bunch of fish for me to see.

My eyes widened. There were at least a dozen. I knew he could do it. "Oh, I'd better clean these…" I reached for them, but he snatched them out of my reach. I laughed, turning to him, and found that I was braced against the table. "Aren't you hungry?"

He raised his brows briefly, running his fingers gently down my arm and moved it so that my hand was behind my back. I managed to turn out of the submissive position, but he chuckled at me. "Yes, starving," he smiled, his expression taking my breath away. He put the fish in a pot and covered it, and then began backing me toward the bedroom.

I gave a throaty laugh. "I should get to that…"

"First rule?"

I looked around the room like I was following a fly, frowning in concentration. "Something about your wish being my command, my happiness, your happiness?"

He grinned and picked me up in a fireman's carry as the song ended, heading toward our bedroom. "Close enough."

I laughed out loud, playfully hitting his backside. "You brute!"

He threw me gently onto the bed, smiling deviously. "Your brute."

I sighed dreamily. "Yeah."

He covered my body with his, his arms encircling to squeeze me to him, and my heartstrings played. I squeezed him tightly, closing my eyes, letting my other senses drink him in deeply: his scent, the weight and size of his body, the texture of his skin, his heartbeat, the feel of his cheek against mine and his breathing in my ear. I lazily stroked his scalp, and he sighed, nuzzling me. I'm not sure how long we held each other that way, but it was enough for me to truly start believing that he may love me.

The song carry on my wayward son started, and my head fell back as his lips brushed my neck from behind my ear to my collarbone. I felt him come up on his hands and knees. My eyes closed, and I felt my throat tighten as he trailed to my shoulder, his hand gliding up and down my arm, warming me in a way I understood but couldn't define. I opened my eyes and he was looking at me. He brought his face within a mere inch of mine and caressed my nose with his. His lips sampled mine, nibbles between my inner and outer lip that made me unknowingly hold my breath. When his lips finally locked with mine, enticing my mouth open, I gasped for air softly, my body arching as if he was all I needed.

His mouth slowly trailed lower, and I began to nibble or caress any part of him I could find. He changed direction, crawling over me before reaching my breasts, and allowed my lips to trail to his chest, his stomach as his body went toward the head of the bed. I scooted lower and I dragged my lips over the erection his clothing couldn't hide and planted butterfly kisses on his balls while rubbing his inner thighs, eliciting a heavy sigh from him. I went into a sitting position back to back with him, but then turned to pull him down on me. He chuckled as my legs wrapped around him and I caressed his chest with admiring hands. His hands were over mine, only riding the backs of mine as my hands cascaded lower on him, and he arched his head back just so I could taste his ear, his neck. I breathed in his scent; again, the thought: No one should feel this good. No one should taste this good.

Helplessly In Love began to play. He turned his head to lick my lips and again I was lost. He changed his position and faced me, his body covering mine. He looked at me again, and then kissed me, bringing his lips and tongue into play, and I realized I'd been waiting for this passionate assault. My heart was terribly warm and near bursting; it was only natural for the body to follow.

He pulled my tank top over my head and helped me take off my skirt, leaving me in underwear. He kicked off his swim shorts almost impatiently, and returned to me, his mouth going to my neck and trailing between breasts. He began licking me there, and then went to my stomach as his hands caressed my breasts, effortlessly hardening my nipples with light squeezes and touches. I massaged his back encouragingly, my eyes closed, and gasped when I felt his mouth on my underwear.

The pressure of his lips and the warmth of his breath there made me arch uncontrollably. I loved the sensation of the cotton between us, but my body was clenching in anticipation. I wanted him. "Jo-Sir…"

"Hmmm?"

I was losing the ability to speak, to think. "Please…?"

I could see his smile though we had the windows covered. Cracks of afternoon light managed to come through, just enough for us to see each other, and the room was bearable. He took tantalizing laps at me and I whimpered his name. He gave a soft moan, having not heard it in days and delved deeper. I twisted against him, panting and uttering soft cries as the fever increased. I was on the edge, beginning to moan loudly when he crawled up and united us in almost one motion.

I arched and began to move up and down his erection. I panted hard, need taking over. He was on his elbows, holding himself far up enough to let me maneuver underneath him. He watched the play of emotions on my face as I enjoyed the feel of him, his hunger building in his eyes. I neared a climax, and began to whimper, licking my dry lips and beginning to twist and gyrate. It was then he lowered himself onto me, crushing me into the mattress, eliciting a cry of pleasure from me as he pushed harder and more intensely than I could. Tears squeezed from my eyes and my entire body clasped him—my arms, my legs, my lips, my womanhood—trying to hold him as if he'd slip away—but his hold was just as warm and wanting.

He worked my body entirely. He slid his body back and forth over, in and out of mine. Our breathing became synchronized, even when I came. He could feel me clutching him, bringing him pleasure that made him groan and swell, compelling him to drive harder. Then, he surprised me and turned me onto my stomach.

I stilled, my mind trying to reason. He knew what this position did to us both. We both could move against each other with a lot of freedom and often cried out. "Sir…"

He pulled me up to my elbows and knees, and then kissed my shoulder. "Try not to."

Tell me not to breathe, I wanted to tell him, but he began to drive hard and deep, the rhythm making me gasp loudly and release my breath in a half hiss half moan. I bit my lip, closing my eyes tight in an effort to control myself. I wanted to scream, but I realized keeping my sanity meant driving him insane. I got up on my hands and arched my back, rotating my hips on the next climax, and he moaned softly. I began to meet his thrusts, giving into his rhythm and he growled. The bed began to rock under our combined weight and movement. It was then I realized I'd been whimpering and moaning.

It didn't matter. I was too far gone. I didn't care, and neither did he, his moans filtering into my psyche. Mutual pleasure possessed us now. Finally we reached it—that point when our blood sung its piercing song in our ears, pulses blended and united, and gasping cries united in one long release, leaving us both shuddering in aftermath.

We collapsed on the bed, which was now a bit weakened by so much activity and complaining in more creaks from wear.

"Shit!" John breathed, and then we both laughed. He pulled me against him and rocked me, squeezing me. My hands covered his, holding them tight as I nuzzled against his chest and under his chin, my smiling mirroring his.

Suddenly John stiffened, his body becoming rigid as he looked ahead, his hand and half his body leaning over me as if he'd jump out of bed. I looked up at him and ahead to the front room through the curtain to see Draco standing there. I gasped. How long had he been there? It was too long, I knew. His eyes were silver now, a sign of trouble. He swallowed slowly. Despite the piano music playing peacefully from the iPod, the rooms filled with tension.
John pulled his swim shorts on in seconds and got out of bed. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"I'm sorry," Draco stiffened. "I hadn't seen you in a while, so I went looking for you."

"Yeah?" John's whole body swelled primitively, protectively. His breathing changed. "Well, we're fine!"

"Yes, I see that." Draco's tone told it all and his eyes settled on me for a few seconds. I clutched the sheets around me.

"Come in here again without notice," John's voice went low with suppressed aggression. "Come in here at all…"

"And what?" Draco's eyes narrowed, his head tilting to one side, goading him. "What are you gonna do…Cena? We don't stage fights here."

"Don't cross me," John warned softly, cracking his knuckles by clenching his fists. "Don't."

Draco chuckled softly, and backed out of the hut, opening the door and stepping out without looking away from John once.

"Let's get out of here," I pleaded softly.

"We've got a couple of days before the boats come."

I nodded. "I have a bad feeling about this. That man is used to getting what he wants."

"Well, he won't." John's mood had become dark, combatant.

"That's not what I meant," I said softly. I knew John would protect me no matter what the costs, but I didn't want it to come to that.

He was quiet for a few moments, and turned to me, taking a deep breath. "I hear there's an overseer's house on the other side of the island near where they raise cattle."

"We're leaving, then?"

He sat on the bed and looked at me. "I think he's full of it." He lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes. "Sleep on it?"

I nodded yes. We kissed and hugged, rocking each other.

We both knew we were in trouble.

The question was how much.

After a power nap, John and I got to it. I spent the rest of the afternoon cooking and smoking fish. John had caught enough to last till we left if we didn't trade it for something, but there wasn't much we needed. Charles and Sarah came by, and we had a late lunch with them. The men went into the woods but not far. I could hear their voices and laughter in the distance, and it was a comfort.

"I am really glad to have someone to talk to," I sighed as we poured fresh water from mangrove tree branches into bottles. "And if anyone can calm John down right now, it's your husband."

"Yes, he can have that effect," Sarah smiled gently. "But I need to tell what I saw earlier today. If I don't, I'll burst!"

I knew the start of gossip when I heard it. I leaned forward, grateful for a distraction. "What?"

"Brianna and Leo got into a fight."

"Here?" I nodded in disbelief. "Bad timing."

"Tell me about it," Sarah went on. "She called him by his name and Draco heard it."

"No!" I remembered the importance of that rule, and inwardly cringed. "What happened?"

"Draco brought Madison and Jeremy to them, and made them watch."

"Watch?"

"Yeah," Sarah nodded. "Brianna had two masters this afternoon."

"Whoa."

"They had her between them and used a short whip on her to make her perform," Sarah looked away as if the images were replaying in the distance. "She kept thanking them, and they just drove and drove. I'm surprised you didn't hear them."

I felt my face flush.

"Oh," Sarah smiled in understanding. "Hell, I think everybody does it in the afternoon. Not too much to do when the sun is so high and hot." She chuckled softly. "Then, Madison had a turn at it, but Draco left then."

I nodded, realizing that was when Draco decided to look for us. I didn't want to revisit that at the moment. "So…do you?" I couldn't believe I asked, but oh, well.

"Charles and I like to watch."

"Oh."

"We were a bit disappointed when you closed your windows," Sarah said slowly, her expression coy. "You two are quite a pair."

My brows raised. "You've seen us?"

"By the pond yesterday," she shrugged. "Draco saw it, too, as you know."

For some reason, Chief and Sarah watching didn't bother me much. But, Draco was a different matter.

"Oh, watching you two makes us feel young, inspires us, makes us remember," Sarah smiled. "Two young people in love like that, in your own world. We've been talking about swinging, you know, but with people our age. We might now."

"So, don't you two ever—?" I couldn't believe I was asking, but I wanted to know.

"Are you kidding? Yes! It's great exercise, with benefits to boot."

I laughed out loud at that.

Just then the men returned with really long vines that were bound like rope, and more fruit. I looked at John, who smiled at me. He was better now, but he had a resolve in his eyes that I'd seen in his shows, even his movie. He was ready to fight anytime. I sighed.

Sarah put a hand on my arm. "Don't worry about it. Better to be ready for anything, Charles says." She looked in the distance at Draco helping to prepare dinner. "In this case, he's definitely right."

Moonrise brought us all together. John, Charles, Sarah and I brought our own food. Charles commented about "not taking what the enemy offers." We sat and ate around the campfire in a circle. We all kept looking at a small tarp next to Draco with something under it. I recognized the shape and prayed it wasn't what I thought.

"This is a great spread," Draco said imploringly. "Brianna and Madison worked hard on it. You won't have a taste?"

"Pix is allergic to some of the fruits of the island," John told him and then leaned closer to me to steal a kiss. "And I don't mind eating whatever she's got."
I rolled my eyes, blushing as the group laughed softly.

"Just enjoyin' doin' it for ourselves," Charles shrugged. "Guess I'm a pioneer at heart."

Draco nodded in understanding. "Well, tomorrow is our last full day together, and I have an offer." The group became silent. "A scavenger hunt."

John and Charles looked at each other. It was almost as if they expected it.

"I will give you each a map of the island with places to collect items I listed on the back of it." He looked about, smiling at the attentiveness. "You need to get those items and get back here to the safe zone—our camp—without getting shot."

"Shot?!" Jeremy didn't like that.

Draco pulled a paintball gun from under the tarp. "If you get shot twice, you lose." He tossed the weapon to John. "Like it?"

"I'd like to pick my own," John nodded, inspecting it and tossing it back. "If you don't mind."

Draco quirked a brow, but then shrugged. "Okay." He went inside his hut and came out with different paintball guns.

The men were excited to look at them, pick their own. Charles and John carefully picked theirs, and exchanged glances.

"Didn't see it?" John asked Charles. Charles nodded no.

I looked at John inquisitively, and he nodded, meaning he'd tell me later.

"We start at dawn." Draco smiled, his eyes settling on John. "May the best man win." Draco strode to his hut, perhaps for the night, one could be sure.

"We're leaving before dawn," Charles said in a conspiring whisper. "An hour?"

"And a half." John said quickly.

"Sounds good."

John nodded. "At the spot?"

Charles nodded, and he and John shook hands. Charles led Sarah away casting a worried glance at me before she followed him.

"What?" I asked, an edge in my voice.
"Earlier today, Charles saw Draco with a paint gun in his hut," John said evenly. "It had a dart mount, custom made."

"Dart mount?" I repeated in a whisper. "Like for…"

"Tranquilizer darts," he finished.

I stood there in shock. We were going to be hunted like animals, and from the looks of things, we were the only ones who knew.

"We're going to the overseer's house by the cattle ranch, call for help, get that boat, and leave," John nodded. "Game over." He took me in his arms. "We're gonna be okay."

I let him comfort me, my mind spinning from what he told me.

We had our answer. We were in a lot of trouble.