CHAPTER ELEVEN
I heard a gunshot from somewhere in the forest and I jumped as I was brushing Lorraine's hair. Was it Joe? Did the bullet find it's mark? With Joe and Hanson out there with weapons - he went because he was cop and he had a gun too - I'd been worried since they left. That was the fourth shot I'd heard and it was almost dark, the sun was setting making everything look a beautiful orange-red color.
"What was that?" Will asked when there was another shot only a couple of seconds after the first.
"A gun." Carter answered before I could. "Joe and those guys went hunting and they're killing animals so we can eat them."
"Carter." I hissed as Lorraine looked absolutely horrified.
"It's true." Carter mumbled, though he did look suitably chastised and he lapsed into silence after that.
"Why don't you go show Lilly how you did Barbie's hair." I prompted Lorraine who had been happily playing with her Barbie that she'd found in her suitcase as I brushed her hair.
"'Kay." Lorraine got up happilly. "LILLY!" She screamed and I shook my head as she ran off. As Lorraine ran off there were shouts and commotion from the edge of the forest and I turned to see the guys coming out, some with giant bunches of bananas or other fruit, and there were two giant pigs being carried between four men. I searched for Joe automatically, I swear to God if Hanson or anyone else did something to him they'd have to have me when I'm mad, and that is not a pretty sight.
"Joe." I jumped up when I saw him stumbling out of the trees. He looked pale and clammy.
"Woah, Miles, stand back." Lilly grabbed me before I could get to him and I turned to frown at her. "I know you love him and all, but I think it's a little early in the relationship for-" I was still back on the love comment when she made a disgusted a face and there was a retching sound behind me. I turned to see Joe bent over, vomitting, as he held onto a tree. "What would you do without me?" Lilly scoffed and I wrinkled my nose; apparently get covered in vomit.
"Joe, what happened?" Lilly finally let me go and I ran over to him, carefully avoiding the vomit.
"I'm fine." Joe tried to dismiss as I felt his forehead for a temperature, though he'd been fine when he left this afternoon.
"You don't just throw up for no reason." I scolded as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. As he stood up he was unsteady on his feet and I had to hold him up and lead him around the vomit. "Come on, you need to sit down and have some water."
"Not in front of everyone." Joe suddenly said and I furrowed my brow, following his line of vission. The guys were propping the pigs up and a small dead bird and had a sharp piece of metal as a knife. "Especially not the kids." Now that the pigs were still and I coul actually see them they both had large holes in their heads, surrounded by blood.
"Other side of the plane, guys." Francis commanded and the pigs were hefted up again, a nauseating sight as blood dripped from them. "Hey, Rockstar." He called over to Joe who was still wide-eyed and pale. "Your kill, your cut." He offered, holding out the makeshift knife and Joe gagged for a second before doubling over and vomitting again.
"I've decided." Joe said when he was finished and I was trying not to gag as well. Lilly was right, vomit is definately not good for the start of a relationship. "I hate hunting."
"Here." Lilly came over with a bottle of water and Joe sighed as he rinsed his mouth out, moving away from the new puddle of vomit.
"What happened?" I asked Joe, sitting him down by the fire.
"Pansy Boy who thinks he's better than everyone can't stomach killing a couple of pigs." Hanson muttered on his way past, grabbing some sticks and rope before going bac to the other side of the plane.
"There's a reason I never went hunting before." Joe shuddered weakly. "Eating meat, sure, but actually killing the animals..." He shook his head and stared at the fire. "At least I'm a better shot than Hanson or we'd all be eating that one bird." He blinked up at me with sickened big brown eyes. "He shot the thing, but only hit its wing and had to get a rock and..." I was starting to think there was something seriously wrong with Hanson. Was he even really a cop? "I think I'm gonna be a vegetarian."
"You want a bath?" I offered, changing the subject, I didn't know what to do about that, but a bath might relax him.
"Huh?" Joe cocked his head, confussion marring his handsome features.
"A bath, there are rock pools on the other side of the rocks. I thought it would relax you, it's been a long week." That was the understatement of the century, I mused to myself. "Come on, don't make me bathe you like Lorraine, Stinky." I teased and he raised his eyebrows at me.
"Good, I don't want to sleep next to sweat and vomit all night." Lilly wrinkled her nose. "And you might finally tell me if he's as good as he looks." She muttered lowly to me and I flushed.
"I have a better place." Joe murmured thoughtfully.
"Okay." I agreed readilly, as long as he relaxed, that's all I wanted after the last few days.
"I'll show you where." He continued in that same soft, thoughtful voice. He finished his water, wincing at the taste of vomit before he got up and held out his hand.
"I'll be waiting for the deets." Lilly called teasingly and I flushed. The good thing about being as close best friends as Lilly and I are is that she's okay with Joe needing me right now, but we're still best friends. We just get each other.
"Wait, Joe, shouldn't you get clothes and bodywash or something?" I asked when Joe immediately started leading me into the forest. "And shouldn't we tell the others where we're going? What if something happens? What if rescue comes and they can't find us?" I pestered him with questions and he groaned, turning back to the shelter where the luggage was gathered. He grabbed his whole suitcase, not bothering to even open it and check if had everything he'd need before he held my hand and started tugging me back to the forest.
"Lilly knows, and it's not far." Joe murmured in response to my other questions.
E
Joe was right, only about a minute into the forest - where we'd stopped when we were getting fruit the last few days - there was a cluster of rocks that got steadilly bigger as we walked along beside them. The side of the moutain. Barely a minute after we started following the rocks Joe suddenly pulled me into what looked like a cave. It was a cave, but there was a small spring inside that had fresh water filtering down into it on one of the cave walls like a waterfall. Joe dropped his suitcase and I marvelled at him. Bare chested, tan skin glistening with sweat, hair tussled, 6-day-old stubble, his jeans cut off; he looked like a natural, sexy, jungle man.
"Beautiful." I whispered.
"I found it when I was scouting for animals." Joe explained, not realising I was talking about him. "Come on." Joe sat on the egde before he lowered himself into the crystal clear water still in his jeans. "Bath with me?" With the way he was looking at me I couldn't help but comply. I quickly stripped off my shirt and jeans and followed him in. "You look beautiful." Joe murmured, gliding through the water and over to me. "You have no idea." He swept me into his arms and held me tightly, burrying his face in my neck. "The only reason that idiot is alive is because I kept thinking about you and how you wouldn't like it if I shut the fucker up." It probably wouldn't be good to tell Joe that I wasn't really all that fond of Hanson.
"He's not worth the waste of bullets." I murmured. This pool was quite deep, Joe had to tread water to stay afloat, and he held me in his arms, moving us ever so slightly in the water, almost like a dance to an unheard song.
"I wasn't gonna shoot him." Joe scoffed gently in my ear. "I was gonna beat the shit out of him." The venom in his voice was slightly scary, but the tender hold he had on me quelled any fears I might have had. "I just-I feel angry all the time. For years, I can't control it, its this overpowering anger." He let go of me and moved to the edge of the pool, gripping the hard stone tightly. "If someone just looks at me funny, I see red, and I hate it." He admitted as I swam next to him, watching him carefully. "You stop that." Joe finally looked up at me with scared brown eyes. "The anger, the fire, you make it stop. It's like you're the off switch to it all." Part of me couldn't help but think that that was why he was so attracted to me; he didn't actually want me, he just wanted that I could stop the inexplainable anger. "And then you make me lose control in a whole other way." The cave was dark, what little light there was that filtered in from outside gligttering across the water, but I could see the way he was looking at me. And that's how I knew that it wasn't just because of the control over his anger that he said I had.
"You make me lose control that way too." I told him softly and his eyes widened. "Kiss me." I dared him, staring straight into his eyes. Joe didn't hesitate in complying,trapping me between him and the rocky edge of the pool with his arms on either side of me, his lips firm against mine, needy and demanding. I reached up, my hands in Joe's hair and my legs around his hips, wrapped around him, kissing him, pressed against him in every intimate way possible.
"Stop me." Joe begged against my lips, pressing my back harder against the rocks.
"No." I denied him and he blanched, pulling away from me and I felt cold when he was three feet away in the small pool.
"What?" Joe asked hoarsely, disbelieving staring at me with horrified, wide eyes.
"I don't want to stop, and until you do, I won't stop you." I swam closer to him again, but he kept backing up until his back touched the other wall, where the water was falling down in soft rivets across the stone and now Joe. "If you want to stop then you do it, you have more control than you give yourself credit for."
"I don't want to test it, Miley." Joe said desperately. "Not with you." He reached up and his figers brushed hesitantly across my cheek. "Because, after one week arouond you, you're the most precious thing in the world to me." How could this be the same man who claimed to have uncontrollable anger and violence bubbling inside him all the time? I just couldn't connect the dots.
"Let's bath." I decided after a minute and Joe looked surprised.
"Huh?" Was his response and I smiled softly, floating back to the edge of the pool and climbing out to go to his suitcase.
"You and me, Joe, let's bath. Right here, right now, if you can control yourself then you can stop worrying so much and hopefully relax." I told him as he followed me. "It's been a long stressful week, Joe, you need to relax a little." I bit my lip when I felt him behind me, his wet body hovering over my back. "For me?" I turned to him with my pouty puppy eyes, I felt a little guilty using his own self-proclaimed attration to me against him, but it was for his own good. It couldn't be healthy to worry so much and with the way he'd been working so much and the emotional termoil. He needed to relax.
"Fine." Joe consented with a sigh that ghosted over the back of my neck and made me shiver. He reached around me, one arm encircling my waist and the other going to open his suitcase. I flushed, feeling my whole body heat up when Joe started rifling through his suitcase, keeping me in place against his chest, and I saw a box of condoms. As if he knew what I was thinking Joe growled lowly in his chest. "Don't tempt me." He warned, his teeth nipping at my earlobe lightly and I gasped. Joe eventually found his toiletries bag and moved backwards, pulling me back to the pool. He jumped in first, my mouth was dry and gaping as I stared at him, he kept his eyes locked on me the whole time as he moved around and a second later his wet, white boer briefs landed ina wet puddle next to my feet.
"Sweet niblets." I whispered hoarsely, Joe Jonas was butt naked in front of me. It set hot tingles all through my body. I licked my lips and stared him, unable to move until he looked down shyly and his wet hair fell in his eyes, his cheeks red with embarassment. I slipped back into the water and reached down burning red as I removed my panties ad they landed next to Joe's underwear. "Joe." I murmured and he looked up at me, swollowing thickly.
"Yeah?" His voice was barely a whisper, his eyes wide as he stared me with a wonderous expression.
"Come here." I ordered and as if he was under a spell he complied, instantly in front of me, but not touching me. I put my hands on his shoulders and leaned close, whispering in his ear. "Take off my bra." I commanded softly.
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