Page 40 of Hunted (Desert Island Duet #2)

Chapter twenty-five

Darla

T here isn’t much in their backyard - or is it my backyard now, too? Either way, there isn’t much out here, but it does have one huge tree right in the middle, perfect for climbing.

And I know this because I’m currently perched high in the branches, where I can see over the roof of the house, and all the neighboring ones. It feels like another world up here. Like the problems I have down there on the ground can’t follow me up here.

There’s only one thing missing. Reaching into the side pocket on my dark green leggings, I pull out my cell phone.

I finally caved this morning when Reece said he needed to go see his dad.

I wanted to be able to get a hold of him, and he convinced me if I had my cell, it’d be easy to text or call him at any time.

I’d spent the morning with Weston, Bower, and Kingsley all showing me their favorite apps and things I can do with it. Phones have come a long way in fifteen years.

I open up the Spotify app and click the rainforest playlist Bower made for me. The soft sounds of birds chirping and crickets humming fill the air, and I sigh, leaning back against the tree and closing my eyes, one hand slowly drifting to the seashell charm on my necklace.

I can almost imagine I’m back on the island. Taking a break while Mo-Mo shares my lunch. I miss my little buddy so much. I hope he’s okay and not worrying about me.

I open my eyes and see the roofs of the house and sigh, then frown. I’m not really sad that I’m not on the island anymore, am I? I know that logically it makes no sense, and I feel crazy that thought even came into my head.

“Darla? Are you up there?” Kingsley’s voice yells up from below.

I peer down and see him searching for me. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“Stay there, I’m coming up.”

“Uh… are you sure that’s wise? I don't want you to fall!” I call back, worried for his safety.

“Have a little faith in me!”

I stay quiet as I watch him slowly climb up until he’s sitting on the branch beside mine, his back to the tree trunk as he tries to catch his breath.

“I could have come down to see, you know? What about your shoes?” I point to his expensive looking blue sneakers.

“I know, but you came up here for a reason. I didn’t want to pull you from that. Besides, if I damage these, I can replace them.”

I nod and lean back against the trunk. His hand finds mine and we lace our fingers together, listening to the jungle sounds from my phone and staring into the surrounding yards.

After a few minutes, he finally asks, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” I ask, my body tensing.

Please don’t ask me about last night .

“About why you’re out here, sitting in a tree, listening to jungle sounds.”

“Oh. That.”

“You miss it, don’t you?” he asks gently. I don't answer right away and he prods. “It’s okay if you do.”

“Is it?” I ask, turning to face him.

“Of course. As crazy and dangerous and lonely as it may have been, it was all you knew for such a long time. Change can be extremely difficult. Even good change.”

“Do you think I’ll ever get used to it?”

“Yes.” He says it so quickly, it’s like he has no doubt at all. “It might take a while, but you definitely will. You lived in this world once before, don’t forget. Besides, what you need to realize is that if there is anything you don’t like, or you want to change, we can make it happen.”

I scan his face, trying to figure out what he’s saying.

“What do you mean?”

“Darla, I’m not sure if you realized, but not only are three of your boyfriends incredibly rich, but you also have a large inheritance that Reece is working to get back into your name. So, if you don’t like this house, or this yard, or hell, even this town, we’ll find us a better one.”

“Just like that? You’d sell the house and move to another city because I asked you to?”

He shifts his body to face me, reaching out his spare hand and running his thumb down my cheek. “Darla, I’d do anything you ask of me.”

Sweet baby sneakers! What was a girl supposed to say to that? I lean towards him but quickly remember where we are as I glance down at the ground .

I frown at the gap between us, wondering if this is the first time I’ve ever wished I wasn’t in a tree.

If we were on the ground, I could show him what his words mean to me.

I feel like it’s been a long time since I’ve been close to Kingsley, besides sleeping beside each other and a couple of kisses.

We haven’t even been able to be intimate since the island.

I might be having Kingsley withdrawal. Is that a thing? I’ll have to google it on my phone. But not now. Right now, I need to fill that craving.

“Let’s go inside,” I say as I start to climb down.

“Oh, sure.” He sounds surprised, but he follows me, anyway. We’re silent as we make our way to the ground. I wait for him at the base of the tree, and when he plants both feet firmly on the ground, he turns to me and starts to ask, “Why did y—”

I don’t let him finish his sentence as I push him back against the tree trunk and press up onto my toes, my fingers gripping the back of his neck and pulling his mouth down to meet mine.

He startles for a second but after I lick at the seam of his mouth, he finally gets it.

He bends down and hoists me up by my thighs, spinning us so my back is now against the tree.

He presses his body into mine and he kisses me deeply, as I sigh in relief at finally getting to touch him.

I thread my fingers through his hair, lightly tugging as he moans into my mouth.

Even though I have kissed him recently, it hasn’t been as consuming as this.

Heat builds in my core and when his hardness presses against me in just the right spot, I moan loudly.

He starts kissing down my neck as I suck in deep lungfuls of breath.

“King… Kingsley, I need you. ”

“I know, sweetheart.” He curls his finger under my thigh to graze my clit through my leggings.

“No, not like that,” I gasp, shaking my head and he pulls back to look at me in question.

“I want all of you, Kingsley.”

“You want—Are you sure?”

“Definitely.” I nod my head quickly. The smile he gives me is one I’ve never seen before. It’s full of heat and satisfaction as he grips my thighs tightly.

“Hold on, if we’re going to do this, we’re doing it in a real bed where I can fuck you good and hard.” I gasp as he pulls away from the tree, and I cling to his neck, pressing my face to his shoulder as he carries us into the house.

Luckily, we don’t pass anyone as he carries me inside and upstairs to his room. He practically jumps on the bed after kicking his door shut, but before I can laugh at his eagerness, he’s kissing me again.

He quickly raises my arousal right back to where we left off outside. If anything, seeing how badly he wants me makes me even hotter for him. He kisses me with such depth and intensity, it feels like his love is pouring straight into me.

Wanting to move things along, and unsure if I can hold out much longer without having him inside me, I reach between us and fumble for a moment with his pants until I’m able to undo them.

I pull my feet up and hook my toes in the waistband, pulling them and his boxers down together, leaving his lower half bare to me.

My hand quickly finds his hard cock and I squeeze it firmly, making us moan against each other as our need grows deeper.

I run my closed fist up and down his solid length.

The feeling of the satiny skin covering something so hard, is strangely addicting.

I think I could touch him for hours and not grow bored.

Wanting a reminder of how he tastes, I push at his shoulder, and he lets us flip our positions so I’m on top. I sit up and run my hands under his shirt, feeling his firm chest as I push his shirt right off him.

I smirk down, loving this reversal.

“What are you smiling about?” He grins up at me as his fingers grip my hips and he pushes up against my core.

“Feels backwards. Normally I’m the naked one.”

“Hmm. You’re right, we better fix that.” He quickly pushes my crop top right over my head, revealing my braless chest. His eyes widen in surprise for a second before he grins, his hands coming up to squeeze my chest. “No bra? I’m definitely a fan.”

He lifts his head and sucks one of my firm nipples into his mouth, making me arch into his touch. Pleasure shoots down to my core, and for a few blissful moments, I forget why I’d switched our positions to begin with.

When he moves to suck my other nipple, I grab him by the hair firmly to stop him.

Giving his confused face a soft kiss, I whisper, “It’s my turn now.”

I let go of his head and crawl down his body until his hard cock juts up right in front of my mouth.

Not wasting any time, I cover as much of him as I can with my mouth, running my tongue up and down his length as I go. Soon his hand grips my hair as he helps guide me up and down. I moan around him, which makes him groan back at me.

“Fuck, sweetheart, your mouth feels like heaven. ”

I hum around him, drawing a louder groan from his throat. A moment later, he tries to pull me off, his voice strained as he speaks through clenched teeth. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that, and I’d rather come with your pussy convulsing around my dick.”

His sudden dirty talk has my pussy dripping as I lift my wide eyes to him in surprise. He takes that opportunity to move us, flipping me on to my back. He has my leggings and underwear off in seconds.

He leans over and kisses me softly before reaching to the side to pull something out of the drawer of his nightstand. I hear a crinkle and watch in fascination as he sheaths himself in a condom.

Finally. At least one of these guys remembered protection.

He lays back over me and starts circling my clit with a finger as he kisses me. I wrap my arms and legs around him and he presses two fingers into me, making me moan in approval. He pumps them in and out of me before grabbing one of my legs and raising it up, hooking my ankle over his shoulder.

It opens me up wider and the pleasure from his fingers intensifies. Soon, he pulls them out and lines his cock up with my entrance. Fixing his eyes on mine, he asks, “Ready?”

I nod, biting my lip in anticipation as his thumb rubs over my clit and he slowly pushes into me.

I throw my head back with a gasp, the stretch so tight that it feels like he might not fit.

He kisses my exposed throat as his thumb moves faster on my clit, and soon his hips meet mine, as he sinks himself fully into me.

He stays there without moving for a minute before he starts rolling his hips, making me desperate for more. “Kingsley, please!”

“What do you need, sweetheart? ”

“Fuck me, please?” I beg as I try to thrust against him, but his weight is holding me down and I’m unable to move.

He presses his lips to mine as his hips start moving, slowly at first, then he builds up his speed, faster and faster, until I’m screaming his name and convulsing in ecstasy.

It surprises me when he doesn’t follow me over the cliff. No, instead he only slows before building up his speed, and my arousal, once more. And when I fall the second time, he’s right behind me, his teeth biting my shoulder gently as he grunts, his hips jerking with his release.

He collapses to my side, our bodies still joined as we both gasp for breath.

“Damn, Darla. That was incredible.”

“Uh-huh,” I reply, unable to formulate any real words.

After a minute he slowly pulls out of me, and I watch in fascination as he pulls the condom off and ties it up. “Stay here,” he whispers, as he heads into the bathroom.

He comes back with a warm, wet cloth and cleans me up, batting my hand away when I try to take it from him.

Once he’s disposed of the cloth, he climbs into the bed and spoons me from behind, burying his head into my neck.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you, too.”

Realizing it’s probably only about two o’clock in the afternoon, I ask, “Shouldn’t we get up?”

“No, I just want to hold you right now.”

I snuggle backwards into him, and his hands tighten around me.

“Sounds perfect.”