Page 31 of Hunted (Desert Island Duet #2)

I quickly step over to Reece and stand in front of him as I tilt my head up to take him in.

He looks sad, like he’s remembering all the time we've lost. I’m unsure what to say.

None of this was either of our fault, but we can’t seem to get past the pain of losing each other, and I’m tired of it. I want to move on.

Feeling like a normal hug isn’t enough, I reach up and jump onto him. His eyes widen and his hands catch me by my thighs as I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. I press my face into the crook of his neck as I whisper, “I missed you so much.”

He squeezes me tight and sways me gently back and forth. “I fucking missed you, too, my darling Darla.”

I smile in contentment as his childhood nickname for me slips from his lips. I used to love it when he called me that. But hearing it from twenty-eight-year-old Reece feels different somehow, like it holds more meaning.

We stay that way for a few minutes until I finally unlatch from him and slide down his body, feeling something large and firm against my center as I go. I suck in a sharp breath, and my eyes dart up to his.

I expect to see him smirking, but there is no amusement found in the look he’s giving me right now. There’s a fire brewing behind his eyes, and it’s so intense I take a step back, afraid I’ll get burned if I stand too close.

He shakes his head, and the look is gone, his normal, calm, intense gaze back in its place. “Ready to see your room, darling?”

I nod and take his offered hand. He points out his attached bathroom, telling me I’m welcome to use it, then we move into the hall.

Bower points out his room directly across from Reece’s and it’s a little messier than everyone else’s, which doesn’t surprise me.

It has cream-colored walls, and there seems to be no clear color theme in here, with mismatching blankets and pillows thrown about.

He happily shows me his blue Siamese fighting fish, Seymour, before I’m led back out into the hall.

“This is your room,” Reece says, directing me to the one beside Bower’s at the end of the hall.

“Sorry it’s not furnished yet.” Inside is a room much larger than all the others.

It spans the end of the house, so it has windows at both ends, giving me a view of both the front and the back of the house.

There’re a couple of doors on the same wall as the bedroom door and Reece shows me the walk-in closet and the ensuite bathroom, complete with separate shower and tub.

“This is huge,” I say, taking it all in .

“I thought you might want to help pick out the furniture for it, instead of me doing it for you?” Reece asks hopefully. I nod my head, but the thought of picking out furniture makes me a little anxious. I don’t have the first clue what to choose.

“We can paint it any color you like.”

I nod and give him what I hope is a reassuring smile.

“Dinner will be ready in an hour, so feel free to relax until then. Unpack, explore, nap, make yourselves at home.”

Kingsley looks at Bower and takes a deep breath, “We better go call Mom. She’ll be mad if she finds out we waited more than five minutes after getting home to call her.”

Bower chuckles and turns to me, “We’ll be in King’s room if you want to join us.”

I nod and Reece moves to the doorway before turning back to face Weston and myself. “Make yourselves at home here, really. Let any of us know if you need anything. Darla, I still have that cell phone for you, whenever you’re ready for it.”

I nod, remembering they offered me one when we were in the hospital in Madagascar, but the idea of owning one again felt overwhelming.

The thought wasn’t quite so stressful now, but the simple thought of having to keep it with me and remember to take it everywhere made my stomach tighten with anxiety, so I knew I wasn’t ready yet.

Baby steps, right?

“I better go call my dad and let him know we’re back. He’s excited to see you, too, Darla.” I smile as he turns and leaves, leaving only Weston and myself in my big empty room.

I move to the window that overlooks the backyard.

It's a decent-sized space, maybe about an acre of land in total. There was no neighbor behind and the pine trees ran the entire length of the fence on either side, blocking out the neighbors on both sides of us. It’s a great yard, and a great house, but it’s still a big change.

“It’s a lovely house,” I say as Weston steps up behind me, his hands coming to rest on the window frame on the outside of mine.

“It’s okay to be overwhelmed,” he says, as if he can read my mind.

I spin in his arms and grip his shirt. “Is it?”

“Of course, I know this is a lot to take in. You’re doing great.”

“I feel like I should be more… grateful. A huge house, people helping to take care of me… a girl couldn’t ask for more.”

He bends down and grabs my thighs, lifting me up as I wrap my legs around his waist. My arms cling to his neck as he rests his forehead against mine. “Baby, it’s okay to be scared. To be anxious. Honestly, I kinda feel the same way.”

My eyes widen in surprise. “You’re not scared of anything.”

He chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose.

“Not true. I’m afraid of losing you, losing all of this.

It’s been a long time since I had a family.

I don't really feel like I belong here. But I think I will, eventually. Those three, having been living here together for a long time, this change will be easier for them. But for you and me, this is completely different to the way we were living before. And much more so for you. We’ll probably feel like fish out of water for a bit. But I promise, it will get easier.”

Something small settles in my chest, telling me he’s right. I just have to give this time.

“And you’ll be here with me the whole time, right?” I ask nervously. “We’ll adjust, together?”

“That’s right. I have no plans to take any pilot jobs for a while. Reece and I already spoke about it. Even if I had money coming in, he refuses to let me pay rent. He just asked for one thing in return for staying here, and it’s something I would have done anyway.”

“What’s that?”

“He asked me to help take care of you. To protect you.”

I stare into his gorgeous hazel eyes as my whole body warms from his words.

A deep need grows between my thighs, and I squirm in his arms, trying to find a way to ease the pressure.

I bite my lip, and his eyes move down to watch, and when his tongue darts out to lick along his lower lip, like he sees something he wants to taste, I can’t stop myself from crushing my mouth to his.

His thick fingers tighten on my ass as he pulls me tighter against him. I try to find something to rub myself against, but I’m too high on his abs to find much relief.

I moan as his tongue swoops in and takes over the kiss.

He devours me, as if we haven’t kissed in months.

Since we left the island, it’s been hard trying to find moments of intimacy with my men.

Being stuck in bed for two weeks definitely didn’t help things, then we were attacked and have basically been traveling ever since.

So now that I’m finally getting the chance to be close to Weston again, after what feels like forever, I know I’m not ready to let this stop at a simple kiss.

I pull back, gasping for breath as Weston’s heated eyes stare down at me. I take a deep breath as I whisper, “I want you, Weston.”

His eyes widen a fraction in surprise, then he narrows them, and the heated tension grows so thick between us that you could cut it with a knife. “Do you know what you’re asking me, baby?”

“I love you and I’m tired of waiting. I need you, Weston. Make love to me, please?” I beg, my fingers digging into the hair at the back of his neck as I pull him in for another kiss.

He groans against my mouth and after a minute he pulls back, his eyes darting back and forth between mine as if he’s looking for something there. He seems to be satisfied with what he finds as he nods and turns, carrying me to the door.

“Where are we going?”

“You didn’t think our first time was going to be on the floor, did you?” He gives me a look like I’m crazy. I shrug because I hadn’t really thought much beyond wanting him.

He carries me down the hall and into his new bedroom, kicking the door shut with a bang. He kneels on the bed before gently laying me down, right in the middle. He sinks his body right over mine and wastes no time kissing me.

My hands get lost in his hair as his start to roam my body. One slides up my thigh, over my hip, and past my waist. He pushes up my crop top as he goes until he finds my breast and squeezes it over my sports bra, making me gasp at the strong sensation.

“West!” I gasp when he finds my nipple through the fabric and gives it a light tug.

“Tell me if you don't like anything or need me to stop, okay, baby? We still don’t know what all your triggers are.”

I nod quickly, my back arching into his touch. “I will, but please, keep touching me,” I beg, unable to stop myself from craving his hands on me.

He chuckles as he shifts his weight, his other hands coming up to grab my other breast .

“Mmm…” I moan, feeling like I might combust from this feeling alone.

“I love it when you beg,” he whispers, leaning forward to nibble my ear lobe.

“God, Weston, I need you!” I thrust my hips up, but the weight of his torso keeps me secured to the bed, unable to get the friction I crave.

“Arms up, baby,” he commands as his fingers grab the bottom of my top and bra and he pulls them over my head and tosses them aside, leaving me bare for him.

He kneels between my legs and stares down at my chest, his hands coming up to squeeze them. “Fuck, baby. You’re gorgeous.”

I groan, needing him to touch me in other places, too. But it seems he has his own agenda in mind as he pulls off his own shirt, then leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth. I cry out, feeling so close to the edge already.

“West! Please!” I beg, tears forming in the corners of my eye from the desperate ache I feel in my core.

“That’s it,” he mumbles against my chest. “Beg me, baby, and I’ll make you see stars.”

His free hand pinches my other nipple, making me cry out with pleasure, before he moves down, pulling my leggings as he goes. He barely pulls them past my ass before sliding his hand inside my panties and runs it up my folds.

“So wet for me,” he growls before sucking my nipple as his thumb starts rubbing my clit.

And I’m so tightly wound that the action is enough to send me over the edge.

I throw my arm across my mouth to muffle my screams as I come hard, my pussy pulsing around nothing and making me wish I had been able to wait for him to be inside me before I came.

Before I can completely cool down, he grabs my underwear and leggings and pulls them right off me, then strips down naked and kneels between my legs again. But this time, he’s holding his large, thick cock in his hand as he stares down at me.

I’ve seen his dick before, but right now, knowing he’s about to put it inside me, makes me lick my lips in anticipation.

“You want this, baby?” he asks when he sees the way I'm eyeing him.

“Give it to me, Weston,” I whisper, reaching for his face, but he’s too far away.

He starts rubbing my clit as he lines himself up and slowly pushes his head inside me. He leans forward so his face is above mine and his hand starts squeezing my breast again.

I try to buck up and sink him deep into me, but his other hand holds my hip still, not letting me get what I want.

“Shit!”

“What’s wrong?” I ask in worry when I see the alarmed look on his face.

“I forgot to use protection.”

“Oh, right.” Not wanting to ruin the moment, I decide to offer him the same solution that Bower and I used. “Can you pull out before you come?” I ask nervously.

His eyes dance between mine as he asks. “Are you sure? I’m sure there are condoms in this house somewhere.”

“Ew, no, I don't want to think about that,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m sure, if you are. ”

He watches me a second before he nods, then his thumb starts rubbing my clit again. I pull his mouth to mine and he kisses me at the same time he slowly pushes himself deep into me.

I groan, thrusting myself up to meet him, and when he’s fully inside me, he presses his body weight against me, making me feel so full that I feel as though I might just burst. He places his hands beside my head and pushes his front half up as he starts moving his hips in slow circles, watching my face for my reaction.

When his body presses against my clit, I cry out as pleasure zips through me.

But the true pleasure comes when he starts to truly fuck me. He starts slow at first, but his hips quickly build momentum as he slams himself into me, pushing me harder into the bed with each thrust.

No wonder he wanted to do this in a bed; he might have crushed me if we had done it on the floor. I’m grateful we never had sex in the hut. He probably would have broken it.

I cry out his name and start begging him to keep going as I grow closer and closer to coming.

I stare into his hazel eyes as he clenches his jaw, clearly trying to hold himself back until I come.

Suddenly he switches his position, sitting back on his knees as he grabs my ankles and pushes them towards my head.

My eyes go wide as he presses his body against them, then moves one hand to my nipple, plucking it as he starts thrusting harder.

The other hand finds my clit, and after a few thrusts in this position, I come…

hard. My pussy convulses around his cock, and it feels amazing.

All too soon, he pulls out, grabs his cock and shoots his load all over my stomach and chest as I pant heavily in exhaustion .

When he finally finishes and releases himself, he stares down at the mess he made, and his eyes go wide as they bounce up to meet mine. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to do that on you. I—”

“It’s okay,” I rush to reassure him. “I kinda liked it.”

A grin slowly curls his lips. “Oh yeah?”

“Uh-huh, it was hot.”

“I’ll remember that for next time. What do you say I clean you up, then we take a nap until dinner?”

“Mmm, sounds like a good plan.”

“Wait here.” He kisses me, and I close my eyes, letting my body sink into the comfortable bed. He’s back quickly and wipes my body clean. I don't do much to help, suddenly feeling completely spent and drained.

Soon, he pulls the blanket out from under me and wraps himself around my back, pulling the cover up over both of us. He places a kiss behind my ear as he whispers, “Love you, baby.”

I’m not sure if I say it back or if it’s only in my head, as the feeling of contentment washes over me, sending me into a deep sleep.