Page 45 of Hunted (Desert Island Duet #2)

Chapter twenty-nine

Darla

“ D arla?”

“Hmm?” I open my eyes and see Weston staring down at me, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“I said it’s time for bed.”

“Oh, right.” I guess I dozed off there for a minute.

Reece offers me his hand and helps me up, but when I get to my feet, he keeps hold of me and leads me upstairs.

It’s normally one of the others that helps get me ready for bed and the fact that it’s Reece tonight sends a shiver of excitement through me.

It’s been over a week since we finally decided to go all in together, but we haven’t done anything other than kiss, and it’s driving me a little insane. He’s not just drop-dead gorgeous, but I’ve known him forever, and I’ve loved him just as long.

As we pass his bedroom, I pull him to a stop.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, turning back to face me, his eyebrows pinched in concern.

“Do you think I could stay with you tonight?” I bite my lip nervously as I wait for his response .

He snaps his mouth closed, then I see his throat bob up and down before he nods. “Yeah, of course. Only to sleep though, you’ve been drinking.”

He pulls me into his room, and I frown at his back.

Way to put a damper on my plans.

He leads me into the bathroom and finds a toothbrush for me.

We take our time cleaning our teeth and washing our faces before he leads us back into his room and pulls out one of his t-shirts for me to sleep in.

I hold it against my chest as I unabashedly watch him strip out of his fuzzy lemur costume until he’s only left wearing a pair of boxers.

When he’s finished and he sees I’m still standing there, clutching his shirt, he tries to hide his smile by rolling his eyes. He takes the shirt back from me and spins me around, so my back is to him.

“Arms up,” he commands, and I raise my arms above my head. He grabs my top and pulls it off, tossing it onto his dresser. Within seconds, his t-shirt is being pulled down over me. Then he spins me back around, grabs my skirt and pulls it down to the ground.

I step out of it, then look up at him, waiting to see what happens next.

He grabs my hand and leads me to the side of the bed, yanking back the covers. “Do you need Steve?”

I climb in and lay down as I nod. “Yeah, and my phone so I can play the jungle noises. Do you mind?”

“Not at all, I’ll be right back.” He kisses my forehead and leaves the room. I immediately roll over and stick my face in the pillow. Smells like him. I can’t name the scent, but it’s a mix of something very manly with a hint of citrus .

He’s back within a couple minutes and places Steve on the nightstand beside me, along with my phone, which he plugs in. He switches on my app and the sounds of the jungle fill the room.

“Can we listen to the ocean waves tonight?” I ask, wanting something a little more soothing. He switches it over, then holds out his hand to me.

“Take these, and drink this glass of water. It will help prevent you from getting a headache from the alcohol.”

“Okay.” I take the pills and sit up so I can drink the water. When I’m done, he moves to the other side of the bed and climbs in. “But I don’t think I’m drunk.”

“It won’t hurt you if you’re not.” He gets comfortable and when I realize he’s not even planning to cuddle me, I turn to face him with a frown.

“Reece?”

“Uh-huh?” He turns his head to look at me.

“Why is there so much space between us right now?”

“I’m trying to be a gentleman, Darla. You’ve been drinking and I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“Reece…” I say in frustration. “Do you really think cuddling me is taking advantage?”

He doesn't answer, just presses his lips together with a frown.

“I miss you,” I say quietly, trying for a different angle.

His face instantly softens, and he reaches out for me. “Okay, come here. No funny business, though,” he warns as I wiggle over to his side.

His arms wrap around me while I rest my head and hand on his chest, my leg lightly hooking over his. As soon as I’m in place, a deep, contented sigh leaves me, and I close my eyes in satisfaction .

“I missed you, too, Darla,” Reece whispers, his lips pressing to the top of my head. His chest rises and falls as his breathing slows.

Before he falls asleep, I give it one last shot as I slowly lower my hand down his chest, stopping right at the edge of his boxers.

“Are you sure we can’t… get a little closer?” He grabs my hand and raises it back to his chest, holding it tightly.

“Not tonight, baby. When we’re both sober, okay? I want our first time to be special.”

Crap shells! Why does he have to be so sweet and responsible?

“Okay,” I whisper, taking a deep breath and letting the sounds of the ocean waves and the feeling of his skin beneath me send me into a deep slumber.

A yawn escapes me before I’ve even properly woken up yet. The soothing sounds of the ocean start to register in my mind, and I feel someone wrapped around my back. I blink my eyes open, letting Reece’s room come into focus.

Right… Reece. I thought we were finally going to take the next step together last night, but he said we had to wait until we’re sober.

A slow smile spreads across my face. It’s morning… we’re definitely sober now. And I can already feel something hard pressing against my lower back .

I bite my lip nervously as I slowly wiggle my ass against him.

I don’t think there is a person in the world who would fault me for my actions right now.

This is a man I’ve known since I could walk and talk.

We were inseparable as kids and only grew closer as we became teenagers.

We did everything together back then. He was the first person, besides my dad, to make me feel special, and when we shared our first kiss, it felt like we had our whole lives to spend together.

Of course, all of that was taken from us after one terrible flight. So now that we’re finally reunited, and we’ve spent the time to get to know one another again, I’m done holding back from him. I want to be as close to him as I possibly can, both emotionally and physically.

He doesn’t react to my wiggling, so I do it again, and this time he releases a tiny groan.

I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing, and when I wiggle again, his fingers dig into my hip. “Darla… You’re playing with fire,” he mumbles into my neck.

“Maybe I like the heat.” I press back much harder this time, then grab his hand on my hip and place it over my shirt, on my breast.

He can’t seem to resist squeezing it as he groans against my neck, his cock growing harder against my back.

The next moment, it’s like he’s suddenly woken up and realized what’s going on. He moves with quick purpose. One second he’s behind me, the next, I’m on my back as he leans over me, his hand slowly sliding up under my shirt until he finds my bare breast.

His fingers graze my nipple, making me gasp, the sensation shooting straight down to my core. He licks his lower lip as his eyes move down my body to my exposed pussy .

“I want to see all of you,” he whispers, grabbing my shirt with both hands and pulling it over my head.

His eyes zero in on my chest as his hand finds its way there again.

He watches in fascination as his touch makes my nipples turn hard and erect.

He lowers his head and sucks one into his mouth and I arch up against him, encouraging him on.

“Reece!” I cry, my core begging for his touch.

My hands roam his body until I find his bulge pushing against his boxers. I grip him through the soft material, and he presses himself harder into my hand.

He keeps exploring my chest with his mouth and hands and I realize with great satisfaction that it must be the first one he’s ever been this close to, probably even the first he’s ever touched. Not that you’d know it from the way his tongue and fingers work me up until I’m a panting mess of need.

I squeeze him harder as I beg, “Reece, I want to taste you.” He lifts his hand and lays over me, being careful not to drop all of his weight onto me as he kisses me deeply.

“Baby, I want to taste you, too.” His eyes dance between mine as if he’s planning something. “Have you… with one of the others, have you even done a sixty-nine?”

My mind races to remember that term, it’s one I heard before, in my old life. An image of our mouths on each other at the same time springs into my head. “Oh! Um, no I haven’t,” I tell him as my core grows wet at the image. “Can we do that? Now?”

He smirks at me, then drops to his back beside me, pushing his boxers down and throwing them across the room. “Darling, come here and sit on my face. ”

His words cause me to grow even wetter, and I nervously sit up and move to straddle him. I hover a few inches above him, but he grabs my ass and pulls me against him. The second his tongue finds my folds, I gasp.

I can’t stop my hips from slowly rolling against him, then remembering I’m the six to his nine, I lean forward and grab his cock in my hand, licking the tip.

I have to stretch forward, and he adjusts himself with a few pillows under his head so he can help me reach him.

It gives me the few extra inches I need to push my mouth over his warm, hard cock and start to suck him down.

He groans against my pussy and the vibrations make me work even harder to make sure he enjoys this. It’s his first blow job, after all. It’s also his first time eating pussy, and he’s doing that like a champ.

We both lick, suck and moan against each other until he can’t take anymore. He flips me onto my back, spins around so he’s kneeling between my legs, his eyes roaming up my body as his hands grip my hips.

“Reece…” His eyes flick up to meet mine. “I need you.”

His eyes darken, and he moves his fingers to my entrance. “You want my fingers, baby?”

I shake my head, my hands fisting in the sheet as I beg, “No, I want you to fuck me, Reece. I want your cock inside me when I come.”