Page 10 of Hunted (Desert Island Duet #2)

I cry and sniffle against Weston for what feels like an eternity, and as I start to calm down and come back to myself, I notice there’s something warm and firm against my back.

As I try to figure out what it is, my eyes blink open, feeling swollen and sore.

It’s dark out now, only a small amount of light reaching us where we lay, inside the hut.

Realizing I must have fallen asleep, I try to wipe my face, then tilt my head up and see Weston’s gorgeous hazel eyes staring back down at me.

His hand slides up until he’s cupping my cheek, his thumb wiping away the last of my tears.

“Please don't hate me,” he whispers.

My eyes widen in surprise. “ Hate you? Weston, I could never hate you, I love you.”

Relief covers his face as a small smile graces his luscious lips. Slowly, giving me time to pull away if I wanted to, he moves closer until his lips are hovering over mine. “I love you, too, baby.” He presses his lips to mine and my body instantly melts against him .

When his tongue makes its presence known, I moan, my fingers digging into his chest. He has a small amount of hair here, and the roughness of it, the sheer manliness of it, has my core heating instantly.

I lift my leg and wrap it around his waist as I start to grind against him, my core seeking out his hardness.

He groans, his fingers digging into my thigh as he pushes against me. The second his hardness rubs against my core, I whimper against him as I try to push him to his back, but he resists.

“Baby,” he whispers, resting his forehead against mine as we both pant heavily. “As much as I’d like to take this further with you, we’re not alone in here.”

I take a moment to absorb what he’s saying. If it was only Bower, I wouldn’t hesitate to keep going. But Reece and I have only just started being friends again, and I’m not sure where I stand with Kingsley. Having sex with Weston, especially for the first time, shouldn’t be under those conditions.

“Okay.” I nod, reluctantly unhooking my leg from him.

I try to roll onto my back but feel a body there. Glancing over my shoulder, I see Bower’s grinning face.

“Hi,” I whisper, unsure what else to say.

He strokes a single finger down the side of my face, his eyes watching it as it goes. “You know, West, I was thinking… our girl here seems a little needy. And what kind of boyfriends would we be if we left her in such a state?”

My heart thumps hard in my chest, and my core instantly tightens at the thought of them both touching me.

“Like I said, we’re not alone,” Weston says again. But it’s like he can’t take his own advice. His large palm runs across my stomach, his finger grazing the top of my skirt as he goes, making my hips softly buck in response. He licks his lips, and his eyes move up to meet mine.

“I bet we can help her relax without undressing her. You know, keep her modesty in check,” Bower says, his warm breath skating down my neck.

Remembering the other two in the room, I ask, “What about…” I trail off, not wanting to say their names.

“They can leave if they don’t want to see or hear anything. Not that they can see much anyway, it’s too dark in here.”

“What do you want, Zee?” Weston asks. “Are you okay if they stay? It’s your call.”

My chest rises and falls heavily as I consider what I want. It’d be easier in many ways if they weren’t in here. But I’d probably just worry about them out there in the dark.

Besides, they won’t be able to see much, not that Kingsley hasn’t seen everything already, anyway. And Reece? My breath stutters at the thought of him being in here, listening to me as my boyfriends make me come.

“They can stay—if they want,” I say, trying to sound confident, but knowing it comes out roughly as I struggle to maintain my composure.

Bower’s hand squeezes my chest over my top and I press up into his hand, seeking more. Weston tilts my face to his and kisses me again, his tongue instantly finding mine as we pick up where we left off.

His large hand travels down my thigh, then he slides it back up on the inside, pushing my legs open as he goes.

When his fingers reach my core, he moves them through my folds, making me feel how wet I am as he spreads my juices everywhere. His thumb rubs my clit in soft circles, making me whimper. Then he pushes one of his large fingers inside, and I cry out against him.

He slowly pumps it in and out as Bower’s hand moves down to my stomach before sliding it up under my top. He finds my nipple and softly pinches it, making it harden. He starts flicking his thumb back and forth across it, making my body erupt in fire as my need multiplies instantly.

I turn my head to him, wanting to kiss him and he instantly gives me what I need, his tongue dominating mine as Weston starts licking and biting my neck.

“Please,” I whimper. Weston must take pity on me because he pushes another finger into me and increases his speed.

I gasp as I cry out their names, “Weston! Bower!”

“That’s it, baby. Come for us. I want to feel your release all over my fingers so I can lick it off.”

I whimper against Bower at Weston’s words, and when he manages to press a third finger into me, I cry out again, my fingers digging into their arms.

Bower’s hand moves back and forth, giving both breasts the same unrestrained treatment, his fingers moving faster and faster as Weston’s speed picks up, too.

He’s finger fucking me so hard, I have to tilt my head back to take in deep lungfuls of air.

“Crap shells, I’m gonna come!”

“Come for us,” they both whisper against my neck at the same time, making me completely unravel.

My entire body convulses as I squeeze Weston’s fingers, unable to stop shaking as I seem to ride wave after wave of orgasmic bliss .

When my body finally sags in defeat, Bower hugs me against him and I watch Weston make good on his promise, licking each finger clean, individually. His eyes glisten with heat and he groans, like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

Curious, I reach out and grab his hand, stopping him from licking his last finger.

I hold eye contact with him and as I pull his hand to me, slowly covering his digit with my mouth.

My tongue runs up and down his finger as I taste myself on him.

It’s different than I expected. Not awful, but I much prefer the taste of him.

Slowly, he pulls his fingers from my mouth, his heated eyes glued to the movement.

“Fuck,” he groans, then surges forward, kissing me again. His tongue moves around wildly, like he’s trying to take back every last drop I robbed from him.

My hand glides down his chest towards his boxers, but he grips my wrist, pulling back up. He holds my hand against our chests between us.

“Not this time. This time was just for you. Try to get some sleep now, okay?” He kisses my forehead, and I nod, knowing it’s best not to argue with him.

I snuggle down between the two and am surprised when I instantly feel sleep overtake me.