Page 44 of Hunted (Desert Island Duet #2)

Reece’s phone buzzes in his furry pocket and he pulls it out, looks at the caller ID, and answers it. “Hey, Dad… No, we’re just going to stay home tonight. Uh-huh. Sure, I can come take a look. How’s tomorrow? Yeah, that’s fine. See you then. Bye.”

He hangs up and sighs. “My dad wants me to look over some paperwork tomorrow. Not a big deal.”

“Why don’t we play a game?” Kingsley suggests, as he grabs a beer. Weston pops the top off the rest of them and passes them out to the guys.

We all move to the couches, and I place my drink on the coffee table as I ask, “Okay, what game do we play? The only one I know is King’s Cup.”

“Let’s try something else,” Bower suggests. “How about Cups?”

“No, that involves chugging your drink. We need something with less… drinking,” Reece says carefully .

“Darla has missed out on all the classic teenage and young adult party games. We need to show her some of those,” Kingsley says, before taking a sip of his beer.

“Oh! Like spin the bottle!” Bower says excitedly.

“No fucking way I’m kissing you,” Weston says instantly, making me laugh.

“You’d be lucky to kiss a guy like me,” Bower says with a wink. “But I was thinking of a modified version. If we spin and it lands on another guy, they take a drink. If it lands on Tink, we get a kiss from her.”

“I’m in,” Weston says, immediately changing his tune.

“Let’s use this remote until we have an empty bottle.” Reece places the remote in the middle of the table then gestures to me. “Ladies first.”

I spin it and it lands on Kingsley. I stand up and move over to straddle him, giving him a heated kiss as he grips my ass. I retake my seat, and he spins. It lands on Reece, who takes a drink. His spin lands on me and he pulls me into his lap, kissing me fiercely.

After about five minutes, I look around at our drinks and frown, realizing theirs are all almost empty and mine’s completely full. “Wait a second… there is no scenario here when I have to drink.”

Bower starts laughing and the other three smile. “You caught on to that did you?”

“Hey!” I say in mock outrage. “You tricked me!”

He holds up his palms to me in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. We can just hold a lot more alcohol than you. We needed a head start.”

“Fine,” I say, crossing my arms as I glare at him. “But we’re playing a new game now.”

“Okay, how about seven minutes in heaven? That’s a classic.”

“How do we play that?” It sounds familiar, but I can't remember .

“Well… you spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on, you take them in the closet, and you can’t come out for seven minutes.”

“What do we do in there?” I ask, not understanding the point. Was it supposed to be scary?

He grins at me mischievously. “Anything you want.”

“Oh. Ohhhh!” I say, finally catching on. It’s a make-out game. I lick my lips as I eye the guys. Can’t say I’d mind that, but the point is to play a drinking game and unless part of those seven minutes is spent chugging my cooler, then it will have to wait for another day.

“Hmm… maybe some other time. Right now, I want a drinking game.”

“How about truth or drink?” Weston suggests.

“Like truth or dare?” I ask.

“Yeah, the person either has to answer the question or take a drink.”

“Oh, I like that!” Bower says, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “The harder the question is to answer, the more likely they’ll drink.”

At this point, I can’t actually think of any question I wouldn’t want to answer or that I’d want to ask them, but without any better ideas I agree.

“I’ll start!” Bower says, his eyes narrowing in on me. “Zee, out of the four of us, whose hair do you like the most?”

My eyebrows raise in surprise. That wasn’t what I expected. “Uhhh…” I glance around at their eager faces, then grab my cooler and take a drink. “Kingsley, how many pairs of shoes do you actually own?”

He chuckles, then looks up at the ceiling, as if he’s calculating something in his head. “Best guess… sixty-four.”

“Sixty—wow. That’s a lot.” He shrugs then smirks at me as he asks, “Zee, which of us looks better in this lemur costume?”

I grunt, narrowing my eyes at him as I pick up my drink and take a gulp. I obviously can’t answer questions that have me picking between them.

My eyes scan the four of them as I think about what to ask. I need to start asking some harder questions if I want them to drink. My eyes lock in on my next target, hoping my question doesn't backfire.

“Weston, are you really okay with… sharing me?” I bite my lip, immediately regretting asking that. What if he says no?

My hands start to shake a little, so I push them under my butt as he watches me. Then he leans over and grabs my arm, slowly pulling me until I’m sitting sideways in his lap.

“Baby, I am one hundred percent on board with this. I love you, and any piece of you I can get, feels like more than I deserve.”

“Bu—” He presses his finger to my lip, silencing my rebuttal.

“At first, the idea was strange, but I slowly realized that having these guys as my… brothers, it’s like getting an entire family, one where you will always be at the center of. It’s perfect.” He kisses the tip of my nose, and I try not to cry at his sweet words.

“You’re perfect,” I mumble right before I kiss him. It’s short, but it doesn’t stop the arousal from pooling between my legs.

He turns me in his lap so I’m facing the others, then wraps his arm around my waist. “Your turn, West,” Kingsley reminds him.

“Reece,” he says firmly. “Is it true you’ve never kissed anyone other than Darla?” My eyes practically fall out of my head in surprise.

I knew he hadn’t been in any relationships, but he’s never even kissed a girl? Wait, does that mean he’s a… virgin?

I watch as Reece glares at Weston, like he’s annoyed by the question, then his eyes move to mine and soften. “Yeah, that’s true. ”

“Reece…” I trail off, not even sure what to say. His eyes drop from mine, so I stand up and move over to straddle him. “You waited for me? You didn’t even know I was alive, but you waited for me.”

“You’re worth the wait,” he whispers. Unable to hold back, I lean forward and press my lips to his. I don’t kiss him gently; I want him to feel how much I love him and want him. We may not have said those words yet, but I knew we both feel it. And he kisses me back just as passionately.

Just as my hips start to move against him, seeking more, someone grabs my waist, and I’m lifted off his lap and placed on my feet.

“Alright, I think it’s time for some dancing!” Bower says, grabbing my hand and dragging me over to a spot in the living room with more space.

I look back at Reece and see him licking his lower lip as he stares at me, a heated look on his face.

Yeah, okay, maybe that was getting too hot and heavy for the middle of the living room, surrounded by my other boyfriends.

Kingsley must do something to the playlist because the volume turns up and a faster song comes on. Bower grabs my hands and starts moving them back and forth as he sways his hips, trying to get me to move with him. His happiness is infectious and soon I’m dancing along with him.

At some point, Kingsley comes over to join us, and I dance between them.

I take a few breaks to drink more of my cooler and eventually Weston gives me a second one.

When I’m tired of dancing, they teach me beer pong, but none of them ever aim for my cup so I never have to actually drink.

I know they’re doing it on purpose, but I don’t care.

Getting to have our own little Halloween party, and playing all these games, feels like I’m gaining something back that I lost while stuck on that island .

From what they’ve told me about college parties and clubs, I don’t think I missed out on much.

But the fact that my guys are trying to make up for some of the things I never got to experience means everything to me.

And I’m pretty sure I’m having way more fun tonight than I ever would in a club full of strangers.

Eventually, I find myself lying on the couch, my head in Weston’s lap as he strokes my hair and tells Kingsley about the boat engine he once rebuilt from scratch.

I wiggle my toes in Bower’s lap, and he starts rubbing my feet. I try to tune into what he’s saying and realize he’s talking to Reece about his fish, Seymour.

My eyes start to grow heavy, but I’m having so much fun I don’t want to go to sleep yet. Maybe I’ll just rest my eyes for a moment…