Siren Island: Shipwrecked (An Erotic Adventure Series) by Virginia Wade

look what the cat dragged in.”
    My stomach was in my throat. “Whatever will I do now?” Jack’s laughter grated on my nerves. “Stop it, you…bastard!”
    “You sure got yourself into a pickle, haven’t you?”
    I hit him in the arm. “You’re a rotten person. To the core.”
    He shrugged. “It’s your fiancé, my dear. It ain’t my problem, thank God.”
    “Lucy?”
    Instead of feeling happy to see him, a peculiar dread settled over me. This emotion was profoundly shocking. The man I was betrothed to staggered down the shore towards me. I had to muster enough enthusiasm to greet him properly. You should be ashamed, Lucy. Where are your manners?
    I jumped to my feet. “Samuel!”
    “I thought you perished! What a sight for sore eyes you are.”
    I rushed towards him. “Where have you been?”
    “On the other side of the island.” His trousers were torn, his shirt had dried blood on a sleeve, and his waistcoat was missing buttons. He hugged me, glancing over my shoulder. “Are there others besides Jack?”
    “Yes. I’ll show you. We have a camp.”
    “I’m so relieved to see you, my dear. I’ve been searching for you, Lucy. I was so worried you’d perished.”
    “I looked for you too.”
    Not as long or as thoroughly as you should have.
    Oh, be quiet.
    You’re not even really happy to see him, are you?
    “I’m as happy as I need to be.
    You never loved him.
    Shush.
    You’re in love with that blackguard. Admit it.
    Go to blazes!
    Jack approached. “Good morning, brother.”
    Samuel’s expression tightened. “Good day, Jack.”
    “I’ve been taking real good care of Lucy.”
    “I just bet you have,” he said through clenched teeth.
    “You would’ve been a lucky man; had you been the first. As it was, I took certain liberties with the lovely Miss Wordsworth, and she really didn’t object all that much.”
    Shock registered on Samuel’s face. “Why you!” He threw a punch connecting with Jack’s nose, snapping it loudly.
    “Fuck!” Jack held his face, blood pouring from the wound.
    Stunned by Jack’s inappropriate admission and Samuel’s violence, I could only stare at the brothers open-mouthed. How on earth would I rectify this situation, and did I even want to?
     
     
     
    To be continued in
    Siren Island: Lust For Gold