Page 109 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

The island wasn’t as eerie as I thought, but it wasn’t welcoming either. I couldn’t explain why, just that when we walked over to the ruins of a stone cottage, I had an intense feeling of loneliness. Maybe it was the seclusion of the area, or the absence of any lasting memories that made me feel that way. To think that someone spent their life out here alone was sad.

“How do you know Mama LaBelle was here?” There were no distinguishing markers that I could see. The daffodils were odd. They didn’t typically grow wild around here, and they were neat and clean of weeds. As if someone had taken care of them.

“I found her journal.”

My eyes snapped over to Gio. “She had a journal?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I read it?”

“No. They are her private thoughts.”

“It’s not like she’ll get mad.”

“I don’t care. They aren’t my secrets to tell.”

Was Gio protecting a woman who had been dead for more than a century? That’s when I realized, this place meant something to him. I didn’t know why, but the way he looked around it was as if we were standing somewhere sacred. If that was true…

“Why did you bring me here?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I come here when I need to escape.”

“And you wanted to escape with me?” That didn’t seem right.

“Maybe?” He tipped his head to the side and raked his eyes down my length. “Maybe I wanted a quiet place to fuck you? Take your clothes off.”

Uh huh. He was not going to change the subject that easily. “We’re not done talking.”

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you since I saw you kicking Carissa’s ass.” He pulled his tie loose and shrugged his jacket on the ground. “Now take your fucking clothes off.”

Speaking of Carissa…

“Gio I?—”

He bent down, pressed his lips to mine and swallowed my argument. It was a quick kiss, but enough to daze me.

“Stop fighting me,” his breath warmed my lips. “And do what I tell you to do for once.”

“You like it when I fight.”

“Not tonight.” He leaned in and grazed his mouth off the shell of my ear. “Tonight I’m going to show you what you get when I’m yours.”

I stared back at him and I don’t know why, but I did what he asked. I lifted my hand and pushed the strap of my dress over my shoulder.

Gio followed suit and striped his clothes off. Not as gracefully as I did, he tore his shirt open, sending buttons flying off into the night, and tossed his belt somewhere on the ground. But by the time my dress pooled at my feet he was standing in front of me, naked as the day he was born.

There we were, standing on a possibly cursed island, with nothing to shield ourselves but hopes and dreams. It was very exposing. Especially when he didn’t touch me. Gio stood there,letting his eyes roam over my body. It wasn’t long before my eyes began to wander too.

Down over his chiselled chest to the hard abs the moonlight seemed to accentuate, and finally the hard rod pointing at me. Why did his dick always look angry? I swear that thing hated me. It was like it was ready to attack. Something my pussy apparently liked. My walls pulsed every time that thing twitched.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Wait… what? “Well, this just got too awkward for me.”

I turned around and walked into the broken cottage, where Gio had placed the Nova go bag.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

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