Slither - Edward Lee [93]
Just as Trent turned to abandon his search-
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Something landed on his head. He flinched away, aghast, swatting about his head. What the fuck was that! Did one of those worms just land on me?
He flung something long and stringy off his neck.
"I thought that might get your attention," a sultry voice said from somewhere. Trent's shock faded when he saw what had hit him in the head ...
Not a worm. A white G-string.
Annabelle grinned coyly at him. She leaned against a tree, stark naked, her tan lines raving at him.
"Where the hell have you been?" he almost yelled.
"Just wandering around. Where have you been?"
"Looking for you!"
Her eyes narrowed a little, she pouted at him. "You sound mad."
"I am mad! We've been looking for you for almost two hours! Nora and Loren think these worms might be dangerous to humans. We all need to stick together and think of a way to leave the island."
"Oh, let's not leave yet." Her voice remained singsongy, flirtatious. Trent noticed her beach bag at her feet, and the uncapped and obviously empty flask. Just as I thought. "Come on, you're drunk. Something serious might be going on, and you're out here getting loaded."
"There is something serious going on," she said. "Me and you. Right now."
Trent couldn't help it, but at least he was fairly sure that no other red-blooded man could either. His anger dissolved and then he was walking right up to her. Here we go again ... His gaze slid up over her body, lingering over every perfect curve. Suddenly, worms, dead bodies in the water, and inexplicable electronic jamming were the furthest things from his mind.
He just couldn't help it.
The image of her body and its accommodating promise dragged him to her as effectively as a chain around his neck.
"That's better," she whispered when they embraced. Her hot hands seemed impatient when she lifted his T-shirt over his head, and a moment later he was back in his lustful heaven, his bare skin pressed against the warm, plenteous bosom. Oh God, I am so pussywhipped! Trent gave up altogether. Nature was calling again, and he simply didn't have the will to say no.
He could feel the turgid nipples pressing against him, could feel the heat radiating off her body and surrounding him, pulling him. Trent was none too daintily sucking her neck when he felt her fingers teasing around his groin. The sexual energy between the two of them was merging into a cocoon of antsy, hot static.
She was about to unfasten his gun belt and delve into his trunks when she suddenly nudged him back.
"Let's get kinky," she whispered.
"Huh?"
Annabelle picked up the beach bag and slipped out the drawstring. Now her fingers spidered across his chest. "Tie me up."
Trent was thrown off guard. lie her up? In the woods? I just want to get laid again. Trent had never really been into such things but ...
"You really are buzzed," he said.
"Um-hmm." Her big, wanton eyes blinked. "Makes me hotter." She put the drawstring in her hand and offered her wrists.
What a nut ... but I guess I don't really care. He lashed her wrists together, and thought, What now? but she pointed just above her.
"Lift me up. Right there."
The crook of a broken bough stuck out of the tree. Annabelle held her arms up, elucidating her breasts, as Trent palmed her hips, raised her enough to get the lash hooked on the bough, then released her. Now she stood before him on her tiptoes, stretched out like something for display. Her breathing grew heavier at once.
She's really into this kooky stuff, he realized, but scarcely cared. He began kissing her breasts and tonguing around her neck. Words weren't necessary now, just primal action. Her stretched body trembled as Trent's mouth embarked on a hot, wet trek from the dimple of her throat, and down ...
"Lower," was the only word she breathed.
The officer knew what she wanted, and took his time getting to it. His mouth sucked fresh sweat off her skin, between the valley of her breasts, then more tan skin, then her navel. Her body was quivering now. Trent lingered at the navel, knowing