The Billionaire and His Castaway Part 4

Madeline deepens it, slipping her tongue into my mouth. Her hands go to my bare chest, and I feel her nails dig in slightly, and my hands go to her hips. After just a second with her leading us, I have enough and flip us over.

I pin her arms above her head and move between her legs, the need I have for her overtaking everything. I've waited too long to have her, and all of that seems to be bleeding out now.

My mouth goes back to her, and I growl into her mouth as I eat her moans. She's wiggling under me, but my weight on her is solid, and she's unable to get free. I don't think she's trying to, but if she wanted to, she'd have a tough time.

I break the kiss, needing to look into her eyes. They're so beautiful, and I want them looking at me. I'm nearly out of breath, and my heart is pounding out of my chest, but I gently brush my thumb across her cheek and take a chance.

"Let me make love to you, Madeline. I'll take care of you, no matter what." I lick my lips and give her one more soft kiss before pulling back and looking down at her again. "I'm all yours, sweets. Let me have all of you."

She looks away and then looks back at me, and I can see indecision on her face. "I'm a virgin, Kenton."

She acts like it was difficult to admit, but I just grin from ear to ear. I didn't know how experienced she was, and I didn't really care. But I'm beyond excited to be her first. And her last. I'll make it perfect for her.

"I'm clean. I haven't been with anyone in years, and I've been tested several times since then," I say, rubbing my nose against hers. "Are you on anything?"

"I take the pill, but I'm terrible at remembering. I started taking them in high school because my periods were so bad, and I just kept it up. But I haven't had much of a need for them, so I'm not super reliable at keeping on schedule. I don't have it with me now, obviously. Not like I planned on getting stuck out here." She lets out a little nervous laugh. "But I've only missed a day, so it should be okay." She hesitates and then looks up at me. "We can wait if you want to be sure."

"No!" I shout, and then realize how loud my answer was. "Sorry." I give her a quick kiss and then shake my head. "No, we don't have to wait."

We're both smiling like idiots, and I don't know why, but I love it. If you can't smile when you're about to have s.e.x for the first time, when can you?

I take her mouth again, this time giving her a deep kiss like before. My hands slide down the curve of her sides, and slip into the waist of her bikini bottom. Without breaking the kiss, I push it down, and she kicks it off of her. Then my hands move up to the back of her bathing suit top and untie it.

Leaning back a little, I pull the top from her, and she's completely naked under me. I blink a few times to make sure she's real, and then I feel her hand come up to my cheek.

"Madeline, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life."

She smiles up at me, and then her hand moves down my chest and over my stomach to the string of my trunks. She unties them and then pushes them down my waist. I kick them off, and my hard c.o.c.k nestles against her p.u.s.s.y, feeling her heat and wanting entry.

I kiss her until both of us are breathless, and then I move my mouth to her neck. I lick a path to between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and then move over, taking a nipple into my mouth.

"Kenton. Please," she moans, and I know what she wants. I want the same thing, I'm just trying to go slow.

Pressing the tip of my c.o.c.k to her entrance, I move it back and forth, slicking it up with her pa.s.sion. She's soaked and ready, but I think I might just be as nervous as she is.

I keep my mouth on her nipple as I thrust in, and I bite down slightly as I pop her cherry. She cries out, and I hold still, giving her a moment to adjust. Licking one nipple then the other, slowly bringing her pleasure forward again.

"You okay?" I ask, kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear.

I can feel her start to relax, and after a second she nods.

"Yes. I think you can move."

I smile and take her lips, sweeping my tongue through her mouth. Slowly, I start to move an inch at a time. Once I'm almost out of her, with just the tip remaining, I push back inside at the same slow pace. I lazily thrust in and out of her until her she's completely relaxed and raising her hips up to meet me.

"More," she moans, and I grit my teeth to try to keep from taking her harder. She's not ready for that yet. Just slow and steady.

"More," Madeline moans again, and I shake my head.

"Don't rush this, baby. I want to remember every detail of the first time I make love to you, and I don't want it to be over yet."

Suddenly, she has little tears in her eyes, and she nods, smiling at me. I use my thumb to wipe away the stray drops and lean down, giving her soft kisses.

She's so tight and warm, and I want to c.u.m inside her, but I also want to savor this. So we slowly build together to our peaks.

When her legs start to tremble, I reach between us and pet her c.l.i.t gently. I stroke her a few times, and then I feel her p.u.s.s.y clench around me, giving me what I want most. Her pleasure. She bows her back, and her fingers dig into my shoulders as she shouts my name into the little hut.

I bury my face in her neck and grunt out her name as I hold myself inside her and release. It's the single greatest o.r.g.a.s.m of my life, and I try not to black out from how intense it is. Wave after wave of pleasure hits me, and somewhere in the distance I hear Madeline having another o.r.g.a.s.m.

I cling to her, and her body wraps around mine. The two of us recognize that what just took place was powerful. Resting my forehead against hers, I try to catch my breath.

"Is it always that good?" Madeline asks, smiling up at me.

"With you, sweets, everything is always better." I kiss her lips gently and then look into her eyes. "I've never felt anything like that before. But I knew you'd be different. I knew when I saw you that you were the one."

Chapter Nine.

Madeline

"What the f.u.c.k!"

I spring up at the sound of my brother Mark's voice, but I'm grabbed and pulled back down onto the cot. I can see the little hut is now filled with sunlight. We must have fallen back asleep after we made love.

"Get the f.u.c.k out," Kenton growls, covering my body with his own. It's then I realize I'm completely naked.

I hear a string of curses, cringing when I know for a fact my other brother Seth is here as well. Jesus. My first time having s.e.x and they show up. I shouldn't even be shocked that they freaking popped up on us, with how protective they are. I want to be mad, but all I can feel is embarra.s.sment that my own brothers just caught me naked in bed with a man. Heat hits my cheeks, and I bury my face in Kenton's chest.

"Now!" he snaps again. I hear the door slam back shut, surprised it doesn't fall off at the impact.

"f.u.c.k," I hear Kenton mumble.

"You got one minute," Mark yells from outside the hut.

"Pretty sure I give the orders," Kenton barks back, pulling me from the bed and grabbing my swimsuit.

"Not when it comes to our baby sister, you f.u.c.ker," Seth says.

I quickly pull on my swimsuit, and Kenton ties the back for me. Then he grabs a s.h.i.+rt from his bag and slides it over my head. The thing drops all the way to my knees, reminding me just how big he is compared to me.

"Thirty seconds," Mark yells again, making Kenton let out a sting of his own curses while pulling on his swim trunks.

But before we exit, he cups my face and leans his forehead against mine. I can see panic in his eyes.

"It's fine. They aren't going to do anything. They'll have to get through me first. I want this. I'm a grown woman, I can date whoever I choose."

"G.o.d, you're so sweet," he says before pressing his lips to mine for a soft kiss. "I wanted you so much that I would have done anything to have you. Anything."

"Well, you got me." I rea.s.sure him, placing a quick kiss on his lips. I smile at him and almost forget that two of my brothers are outside, waiting to lose their s.h.i.+t on us.

"Promise?" he says as the door to the hut flies open again, making me jump.

"What f.u.c.k are you doing here with my little sister?" Mark yells, stepping into the cabin. I can feel the anger rolling off of him.

Kenton protectively stands in front of me, but I push him out of the way.

"Don't talk to him like that," I bite back in a tone I've never used with Mark before. His eyebrows rise. I point my finger right up at him. "I'm a grown woman and I can date or..." I throw my hands up in the air, not wanting to say "have s.e.x." "...Whatever I want," I finally finish.

Mark's eyes lock on mine, then shoot over my head to Kenton, who places a possessive hold on my hips. I can feel the heat of his entire body behind me.

He looks to me and then says, "I want to talk to you alone." His voice is calmer than it was before. I feel Kenton's hands on my hips lock even tighter, making it clear he doesn't want to let me go.

"You can say whatever it is in front of Kenton."

Mark takes a deep breath, and I can tell he is trying to control his anger. "I'm asking my sister to talk to me alone for a minute," he pushes, his eyes going soft, and I can feel my shoulders drop.

"Okay, fine." I go to take a step towards him, but Kenton spins me around, one hand going to my hair to tilt my head back as his mouth lands on mine in a deep, hard kiss that leaves me breathless.

"You probably shouldn't kiss me in front of them when they're still so angry," I tease, but he doesn't smile at my joke.

"Now," Mark demands, making me roll my eyes as I reluctantly pull away from Kenton.

"I'll help Kenton here pack up," Seth says with a smirk. I just narrow my eyes on him in a hard stare, and he drops his smirk. I'm not worried about Kenton. He's just as big as Mark, who's the biggest of all my brothers.

I don't make it a few feet out of the hut and Mark has me by the wrist and is pulling me along. I have to half run to keep up. I try to jerk from his hold, but he keeps moving.

"We can talk here," I say and jerk again but get nowhere.

"Not so sure we can," he says and keeps moving, pus.h.i.+ng through some trees until we are back on a beach where I see two boats.

"How'd you find us out here anyway? We got stranded."

"Got stranded, you say? Can one get stranded on an island they own?" Mark says over his shoulder at me with a really? look on his face.

"What do you mean?" I shake my head, not understanding him.

"He owns the f.u.c.king island, Maddie."

"No." This time I really do stop when we get to the edge of the water. "He would have told me that. He..." I trail off. That doesn't even make any sense. "Maybe he doesn't know he owns it or something. It could be..." I run out of steam, having no idea where I'm going with this.

"Just like you didn't win a trip," he adds, and I snap my head up.

"Madeline!" I hear Kenton yell my name, probably having realized Mark didn't take me just outside the hut to talk.

"Get in the boat, Maddie." Mark pulls me. I look back over my shoulder, torn. I have no freaking clue what is going on.

"He's rich. I have no idea how much power he has down here, but it's clear as f.u.c.king day he wants you and is willing to do anything to get that. Get on the G.o.dd.a.m.n boat so I can get you out of here. I need to get you back on some land that he doesn't own. In a country where he doesn't have a lot of pull."

I nod, and Mark picks me up by the hips, places me into the boat, and jumps in after me. I watch the sh.o.r.e and see Kenton come running from the tree line, yelling my name. I turn my head and give him my back. I can't look. The boat takes off across the water, leaving him and our island behind. Leaving so much more than that.

I sit and try to take in everything Mark said. I look over at him and his eyebrows are just furrowed together in an unreadable expression. It isn't long until we're back on the dock I'd left just the day before. The boat that had left us at the island is sitting there.

I see Jose look over at us, his eyes going wide when he sees me. His reaction solidifies my feeling that it was a set up. Everything. Then all the lies come cras.h.i.+ng in, making me question everything he's said to me in the past 24 hours. All of it.

Mark helps me off the boat, and we make our way into the hotel. "I don't have my key," I tell him, glancing over at the front desk.

"We don't need one." Mark hits the elevator b.u.t.ton, and when the doors slide open, I get on with him. "I want you to pack quickly and get dressed. Don't forget your pa.s.sport."

"You really think he won't let me leave?" I look over at him.

"I've never seen him not get something he's wanted in all the years I've worked for him."

"You make him sound..." I can't even find the words because they don't seem right. That doesn't sound like the man I'd spent the night with. The man who took my virginity. Made love to me like I was the most precious thing to him in the world.

"Cold? Manipulative? He's one of the richest men in the world. How do you think he got that way?"

As the elevator doors slide open, I point to my door, and Mark pulls out his wallet and inserts a black key in the door, unlocking it.

"Even put you next to his private suite." He shakes his head as he enters the room. I glance over at the only other door in the hallway, before following him into my room, where he grabs my suitcase and starts throwing things in.

I just stand there feeling completely numb.

"I don't understand," I mumble more to myself, but Mark stops packing and looks up at me.

"You didn't check in last night, so I got worried. I reached out to Kenton, knowing you were staying at one of his hotels. I thought maybe it was just a coincidence." He walks over to the nightstand, grabbing more of my stuff and tossing it on the bed next to my bag. "He couldn't be reached, and the hotel couldn't find you. So I started thinking. He asked about you a lot. Not sure how I didn't catch it, but almost every time I saw him he'd ask." He shakes his head like he can't believe he didn't see it before.

"So I made Neil dig," he says, and I know what that means. Neil can find anything, and I do mean anything. "And he found a f.u.c.king lot."

"What?" I step towards him, wanting to know what my other brother found.

"He checks all your social media religiously, saves the freaking pictures. h.e.l.l, I even think he's taken a few of his own. Then when I guess that wasn't enough, he went further. Set it up to get you down here, and I'm guessing that didn't work either."

No it didn't. Every time I talked to him, I shot him down because of who I thought he was, and I was wrong. Oh-so-wrong, but now I'm confused about what "wrong" is. First, I thought I was wrong what he was some billionaire playboy and now I have no idea.

"So he sets up this little island plan. He was escalating quickly, and I didn't know what else he would do, the lengths he'd go to to have you, so we thought we'd just take you back ourselves before he did something crazy."

He wouldn't have had to do anything else. I was his. Well, I was an hour ago. Now I don't know anything.