From my hiding spot, I watch him drop anchor near the cliffs. He disappears to grab something from the cockpit of the boat. When he stands back up, I see that it’s a small tote bag whose strap he throws over his body cross-wise. He walks around to the stern of the boat, and, much to my surprise, dives into the water completely clothed.
My brow wrinkles as I search the surface of the water, only softening when I see him come up for air. He expertly swims to the cliffs and grabs a jagged edge to pull himself out of the water. From there, he climbs a bit until he reaches a small cave. I only know it’s there because he suddenly disappears from view.
It seems this lagoon paradise holds more secrets than I thought.
I think about making my escape while he’s gone, but think better of it. I could probably make it across the lagoon but getting clothed and climbing back up to the hole to the convent would take too much time. Better just to wait for him to leave.
When he comes back out, I press into the rocks. Thankfully my skin tone, which is only a few shades darker than these brown cliffs, allows me to blend in.
I breathe a little easier when he retraces his steps, swimming back to the boat with the tote bag around him and climbing back on board. What did he take up to that cave? I already know I’m going to explore it at some point—Dad always says I’m too curious for my own good.
I’m all set to slink back into the water as soon as he leaves. Unfortunately, instead of going back to the helm and turning the engine back on, he removes the tote, which no longer seems as weighted as it once was.
Then he removes everything else.
I gasp when the last article of clothing comes off—a pair of black briefs, which he lays flat along the bow with the rest of the wet clothes. He just stands there naked, head thrown back, eyes closed to fully enjoy the warm weather.
I lean out, my curiosity piqued even more.
I’ve never seen a man naked before, at least not in person. A girls-only Catholic education and, more to the point, a father more terrifying than the devil himself, doesn’t give a girl many options.
Still, I have enough experience with the opposite sex to know most grown men don’t look so…I don’t even know how to describe it. The way those muscles, without an ounce of fat, glow in the sun. The angular features of his face as he tilts his head back.
Then, there’s the one area I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from. The patch of dark hair lies just below a stomach rippled with muscle. His dick is…long…and thick, even though it’s not even erect (yes, I have seen porn before, I’m not a complete neophyte).
I briefly think about what it would be like if he was the one to…
“It would hurt,” I whisper.
A lot.
Something about that triggers an intense wave of heat that runs through me. My mind continues along that deviant path, imagining his hands holding me down, maybe pulling my hair, or spanking me.
If he were the one to kidnap me, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…
Once again, I dismiss those thoughts, shaking my head and frowning. Lucinda, like Layla, may have already been found with a bullet to the chest while I’m here swimming naked and fantasizing about one of the men responsible for her death.
That thought brings me back to reality. A reality where it looks like I’m stuck here for a while. Pretty soon, the other nuns will notice my absence. I don’t know what would be worse, them discovering me here or the man on that boat.
But what was the deal with him taking something up to that cave? And then taking off all of his clothes to enjoy the heat? Odd detours for a man intent on kidnapping me.
Apparently, this is just his secret escape as well.
He comes out of his daze and snaps his head back up to look around with a sharp gaze. I press back into the rocks, hoping he didn’t see me. He stands there, staring for what seems like ages, then seems to relax and his eyes drop back to the water.
Rather than dive in, like I expected him to, he disappears back into the cabin of his boat.
I wait for him to reappear, but the seconds turn into minutes. Whatever he’s doing seems to be taking some time.
The perfect opportunity for me to make my escape.
As silent and stealthy as an eel, I slip back into the water and glide back toward my clothes. I try to stay underwater as much as possible, only popping up to catch a quick, quiet breath before continuing. I feel my hope soar once I make it past the boat. During one of my resurfaces, I can see that my clothes are only about twenty yards ahead.
Yes!
I slip back and kick harder through the water. Maybe if I hold on, I can make it all the way there before—
A firm hand clasps around my ankle.
The shock of it causes me to scream underwater, swallowing some of it. The panic continues as that hand quickly feels it’s way up my leg…over my calf…up the back of my thigh…then across my ass!
By now I’m bobbing up past the surface to gasp for air. But that hand has turned into an arm, now like a snake as it slinks around my mid-section just below my breasts, holding me tight.
I’m still coughing and spitting out water as he draws me back into his front side, holding me there
