Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 80431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“It means there’s civilization…” Oakley tried to give as accurate an account as he could. “Looks to be about eight, maybe ten miles from here.”
Sawyer inched away as if he were about to climb down. “Maybe we should start walking now. That way, we’ll be there by sunrise.”
“I wanna haul ass toward there too, Chief.” Oakley pulled Sawyer back to him. “But remember what I said about the Amazon at night? There’s too much we can’t see. Plus, there’s a storm brewing, and my flashlight is too dim now. My Maglite will burn out, and I won’t be able to see into the trees.”
Sawyer let out a frustrated sigh.
“We’ll leave at dawn. If we double-time it, we’ll reach there shortly after midday.”
“I just hope it’s someone helpful, not hostile.”
“If it’s a small village, they most likely won’t have firearms…and we do,” Oakley reminded. “We’ll relay we don’t wanna fight. We just wanna get home. Even if they don’t have phones or transportation, maybe a guide will lead us to where one is.”
“Thank god.” Sawyer reclined harder. “I’ll be honest. I was losing hope.”
Oakley scoffed and pressed his lips to Sawyer’s ear. “I thought you said you trusted me.”
“I do,” Sawyer whispered. “But I know I was slowing you down.”
Oakley didn’t say anything else. He let his hold do the talking. He embraced Sawyer like he was the best thing in the world to ever happen to him.
It wasn’t long before a slow patter of rain began to fall, tapping against the broad leaves.
“Great, rain.”
“This isn’t rain, handsome. This is merely a tease of what Mother Nature can do in the rainforest.”
“Shit.”
Just as he’d said, the rain intensified every few seconds until it was a full-on downpour.
The scent of wet earth and tree sap mingled with the overgrown moss and sweet aroma of the blooming orchids.
Oakley reached up and cupped one of the large leaves of the Angelim tree. He allowed a decent amount of rain to pool inside before he took Oakley by the chin and tilted his head up.
“Close your eyes and open your mouth,” he ordered, knowing Sawyer would comply without argument.
He fucking loved it, and he planned to take advantage of that willingness as soon as they were safe and alone.
Sawyer’s eyelids slid closed before he moaned all sexy and delicious, then dropped his mouth open.
Oakley lowered the leaf, laughing when Sawyer coughed and hacked at the unexpected flood of fresh water.
“You asshole. Are you trying to drown me?”
“But it tastes good, right?”
“Shut up and give me some more.”
They drank until they were full, then sat back and let the sparse drops of rain that got through the wide leaves overhead cleanse their hair and faces.
Hours later, it was pitch dark and Sawyer was still tossing and turning in his arms.
“Why are you so restless? What’s the matter?”
“I don’t know,” Sawyer growled. “I was thinking, what if—”
“Stop.” Oakley’s tone was harsh. “Whoever made that fire will be there tomorrow.”
Sawyer rotated his head so their mouths were a breath apart.
Oakley didn’t give Sawyer another chance to voice his doubt as he bowed his head and closed the tight distance, sealing their mouths to each other.
With heavy drops of rain hitting their face, Oakley explored Sawyer’s mouth, which was now fresh and cool from the evening rain.
The chilled atmosphere did nothing to dispel the fire growing behind his zipper.
He explored the contours of Sawyer’s chest, choosing to ignore the potential danger that could be wrapped around a branch only feet away.
The rain-drenched jungle became a place where passion and nature entwined.
Sawyer grabbed a handful of his hair and dove deeper into his mouth, his breathing labored as he took Oakley’s hand from his chest and lowered it to his hard cock.
“Goddammit,” he groaned, knowing he shouldn’t go there.
Not when he knew better than to forget where they were, lest a horde of bloodthirsty mosquitos sneak up on them.
Oakley pulled Sawyer’s zipper down and dug his hand inside the opening of his boxers.
You fuckin’ idiot.
Once he had the chief’s dick in his hand, he knew there’d be nothing else he could think of except making Sawyer moan his name and getting him off until he was calm and pliant enough to fall asleep comfortably in his arms.
Chief Styles Sawyer
From behind a large bush, Sawyer frowned at the upscale tents and equipment spread across the clearing.
They had grills, generators, and ten-gallon water jugs stacked against a dome-shaped tent with smoke billowing into the air that smelled of roasting meat.
“Food.” He grinned, rubbing his hands together.
“What the hell is going on?” Oakley murmured. “Are those guys American?”
Upon closer observation, it looked like a makeshift laboratory constructed with metal frames and canvas roofs.
These people had high-tech machinery, long tables overflowing with stacks of weathered notebooks, and portable whiteboards covered with sketches and diagrams mapping the jungle, overseen by a dozen men in khaki uniforms and wide-brimmed hats.