Resisting Mr. Fancy Pants Read Online Terri E. Laine

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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
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It took him all of sixty seconds, if that. He flipped the umbrella-looking thing over and it sort of took shape. He moved some rods that held the structure together, but in seconds, it was done.

A burst of giggles left my chest at the ridiculousness of all of it. “I’m so dumb.”

“It happens to the best of us.” He reached into the main black bag and took out some bungee cords.

“What are you doing now?” I didn’t want to be a hindrance and was eager to learn in case I had to do whatever he was doing in the near future.

“I’m going to anchor the tent to the raft and then both to a tree. Since we don’t know how far the tide will come in, hopefully we won’t wake up drifting in the ocean.”

His ingenuity only made me feel more secure we would survive this. I said nothing more and watched him work. I made sure to memorize what he was doing.

Soon, our shelter was at the top of the sandy dune on the flattest surface available. Then we made several trips out into the middle of the island for more wood. What was interesting was the only sounds were ours. Even with the trees that grew high above us, unmarred by the storm or tide that had devastated the trees near the shore, there were no sounds of birds one would expect to find.

“It’s quiet,” I said.

“It is. That made me sure we were on a small island and not something else. I don’t think we have to fear any animals at all, good or bad.”

“Why would that be good or bad?” I asked.

“Less to eat,” he said and stopped nearby to pick up wood.

It was the first time since I’d awoken that I felt a pang of panic. He seemed too calm. I’d soaked that in. Now I had to wonder if we’d ever leave this place. I held back tears, knowing that wanting to go on vacation—or, rather, an adventure—once in my life might have cost me everything.

We didn’t do a lot of talking, just gathering and surveying our situation. When night fell, so did the temperature. I crawled into our tiny shelter with the raft cushioning the ground. Agan crawled in behind me. The tent wasn’t big enough for us to not be pressed together, even if we hadn’t needed each other’s warmth. Agan shook out the foil-looking bundle I’d spied from the bag.

“It will keep us warm,” he said.

I couldn’t imagine how. It wasn’t that thick, and the material didn’t hint at warmth. “How is that possible?” It felt almost like he was wrapping us in aluminum foil, except it didn’t tear.

“It reflects body heat and holds heat in,” he said, adjusting us so my back was pressed firmly against his chest.

I bent my knees and tucked my feet against his legs so they would be underneath the blanket. He didn’t complain, which only endeared me more to him.

“How do you know your dad will find us?” It was a question I’d been contemplating all day.

“I’m his heir,” he said.

That wasn’t exactly the answer I was looking for, but I thought about Zoe. If things were reversed, and it was Zoe missing and not me, there wouldn’t be a thing on this earth I wouldn’t do to find her. And technically, she was my heir, though I had nothing to pass onto her.

When I felt him grow hard against my bottom, I pushed back to let him know I wanted him. I needed the distraction. His hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts, reminding me I didn’t have any other barrier beneath. It was as easy as lifting my hips so he could push down my shorts. He did the same, before lifting one leg and pushing forward. Then he was inside me with exquisite pleasure.

There was nothing fast in our lovemaking. His hand strummed my clit as his cock stroked my inner walls. He kissed my neck while using his other fingers to circle my nipple. I was very vocal and didn’t feel the need to be quiet. No one could hear us.

Sated, we drifted off to sleep with the uncertainty of what the next day would bring.

ELEVEN

Day two we woke to find my help sign destroyed by the tide. After a morning protein bar and half a bottle of water, we went to work fixing it. As our shelter hadn’t been affected, we shifted the “HELP” higher on the sandy dune.

Then Agan found a tree limb that resembled a spear, and I watched as he tried spearfishing. It was honestly comical, but I cheered him on as he stood in calf-deep water trying his best to get us a fish. As funny as it was to watch, I knew our very survival could depend on his success. So I got up and found a piece of driftwood that could work for me and joined him in the hunt for food.



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