The sound of my feet slapping the wet dirt beneath me is almost euphoric, almost as much as the feeling that flies through me as I run through the forest, laughing gasps exiting my lips every few seconds.

Jason runs behind me, chasing me with his laughter echoing around us.

"Do you really think you're going to get away from me, Kitten?"

I don't answer and I refuse to look back as my hand slaps against the bulk of a tree, propelling me forward.

It feels like we're in our own little world here on the island, nothing and no one to interrupt the peace we've found ourselves drowning in.

I chance a glance back even as my mind screams at me not to and it's a mistake that costs me the distance between us.

Jason's arms swoops around my waist, catching me swiftly but the movement shocks me, and I slip on the wet dirt, both of us beginning the fall to the ground.

Jason twists us, moving so he takes the brunt of the impact while I land with a soft thump on top of him.

I blink down, blinking the water from my eyes, watching as he breathe harshly, hands moving to squeeze my waist.

"You're a fast runner, kitten."

I slap his chest, "I almost beat you." I mutter and move to get up, but instead stop and straddle his waist instead.

His hands fall to my hips, pulling me down so I'm nestled further into his lap, feeling the bulge beneath me rise to attention.

I'm raise a brow at Jason but he only shrugs, unrepentant.

"You're insatiable."

"Only for you, Arden." He whispers, finger tightening on my hips as if in response to his own words, "only for you."

I roll my hips, giving him a little taste and watch as his head falls back, a deep groan coming up his throat before his hands fall to my thing, running down them to my knees and stopping before he makes his way back up.

I stand, feeling the mud that coats my skin sink in further and look at Jason, from where he lay sprawled on the forest floor.

"You look like nobody owns you."

"You do." He says and my heart thumps faster in my chest. I ignore it and look at his hair, noticing how much it's grown out, and the stubble along his jawline is now very much growing into a full beard.

He looks like every woman's wet dream.

I sigh, and step over him, "C'mon we got to wash all this off before we get sick."

I walk away from him, my brows drawing in as I lift a hand to my chest and rub at the ache there, mind going back to the thought I'd had last night.

I don't know how to feel about the revelation, that maybe I feel more for Jason's then I thought I did.

I'm too lost in my own thought that I don't hear when Jason comes up behind me until I'm thrown over his shoulder and he begins running to the lagoon.

"Put me down." I mutter haphazardly, slapping his butt softly.

"If you keep fondling me kitten, we won't find out way to the water before I have you against one of these trees." He mutters, slapping a hand against my own ass.

I gasp, the wet fabric causing the slap to sting more than normal.

"Which tree do you think we could christen?" Jason's says off handed, "not that one, we've used it before."

I want to hide my red cheeks as I feel them heat but I don't, twisting so I can look at the tree he's pointing out, feeling my core tighten at the memory of what we may have done against the tree.

The memory of the rough bark against my back isn't unwelcome and I shiver.

"You cold, Kitten?" Jason says but from the tone of his voice he knows as well as I do that that shiver has nothing to do with the weather.

I ignore his smug tone, "Just get me to the water, you overgrown caveman."

His hands tighten on me, and he speeds up, which I regret instantly as his shoulder dips into my hip.

I huff but don't say anything, and minutes later I feel him shift before he's lowering me to the ground, making sure every inch of my body rubs against his.

I narrow my eyes, and he narrows his back playfully. "What?"

I shake my head and turn for the water, walking in fully clothes so I can wash most, if not all the grime from the fabric before I start stripping.

I can feel Jason watching me from the bank, his gaze like a physical entity on my body.

I stop and turn to him, "you good there?"

"Don't stop on my account," he mutters, "I'm enjoying the show."

"Fuck you." I mutter but the words have no bite, they never do anymore.

"I have, many times." I hear him come closer until he's at my back, hand splayed against the small of my spine and I feel his breath against my neck as he whispers, "many positions."

Another shiver rocks through me and I don't stop Jason as his hand curls around to my stomach, tracing a small circle absentmindedly before delving lower.

The water ripples around us, trees swaying in the afternoon air as Jason's hands slide between my legs, a finger softly stroking my folds before he finds my clit and circles it.

The pressure is so faint that I bite my lip, wanting to chase more but it's always so far away.

My hips jerk, wanting to press down, and force Jason to give me what I want but he pulls back, never letting me take it.

"Jason-" I moan, eyes falling shut as I reach behind my head and find his, fingers curling into the longer strands and pulling.

His grunt reaches my ears, and I smile at the sound before my own moan accompanies his, his other hand curling around my throat, fingers pressing only slightly into the flesh

"You want to play, kitten?" He murmurs, his hot breathe against my ear causing another shiver to rock through me and it's at that time that he finally puts pressure against my clit, circling the bundle of nerves with tight circles.

"Please." I whisper, needing him to give me more, wanting it so badly it's almost painful that I don't have it.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"Where?" His question pulls me out of the ecstasy I'm in and I look around, trying to find what I want.

I settle on a rock further away, jutting out of the water almost like a little island, big enough for three people to lay down on, but it's the shape that catches my attention.

I point it out and Jason chuckles, "then move."

I do, wading through the water towards the rock and climbing up onto it, the rock shaped like two small mountains, the biggest one - which I'm standing on almost flat and the one in front of me, tall enough for someone to lean over with no strain.

So, I do, leaning over it and looking over my shoulder, watching through hooded eyes as Jason watches me and climbs up. He rids himself of his clothes quickly, before reaching down for his dick, stroking it softly.

I watch, riveted, as a bead of precum pearls at the tip, glistening under the overcast sky.

His hand rests on my hip, dragging my hip back slightly before he's running the tip of his dick against my opening, wetness coating him instantly.

"Fuck." I hear his whisper, the word guttural and low before he slowly inches forward, my pussy swallowing his cock inch by glorious inch. My head falls forward, eyes closing before I force them open as he begins pumping in and out, slowly at first as if savouring the feeling before he starts to move quicker, his fingers moving to my clit, making small precise circles that have my stomach clenching in anticipation.

My hands slip on the rock slightly and I adjust before feeling Jasons hand swoop around to my chest, grabbing on of my left breath and squeezing slightly, lifting until my back meets his chest. He continues pumping, faster and faster as my body clenches around him, sweat forming along my hair line.

"Wilde." I gasp, "Jason, fuck . . . I'm coming." I hush, my hands moving like they don't know what to grab at until I settle on reaching behind me and grabbing at his ass, his back, anything.

The orgasm rocks through me so suddenly that I scream, the horse sound slipping from my lips unbidden, Jasons name following not long after.

He chuckle, pumping faster as he chases his own release.

I drop down, chest rising and falling with my hurried breaths and look back at him over my shoulder.

A beam of sunlights makes its way through the cloudy sky, bathing the both of us in its effervescent glow.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous Arden."

Delight thrums through me, and everything feels right as I look up at Jason before he stalks closer.

My heart beats double time in my chest, and I quell the thumping, willing my heart to stop feeling.

He looks so gorgeous, standing there with his devilish grin lighting up his face. I love just staring at him.

Queasiness whispers through me, and I lift on my elbows before swallowing.

Jason stops, brows drawing together. "What's wrong?"

I shake my head, "nothing."

Love? Surely not.

By the look on his face, he doesn't believe me. "Arden-"

"We should get back before it gets dark."