Page 47 of Hunted (Desert Island Duet #2)

Chapter thirty

Bower

D arla comes bouncing down the stairs in a blue sundress that only adds to her enticing figure.

“Morning, Tink. You’re looking extra delicious this morning,” I tell her, licking my lips as I scan her head to toe.

I push my chair out at the table and reach for her, pulling her into my lap and kissing her cheek.

“Delicious? I’m sure there are better things for you to eat than me.” She rolls her eyes and looks over at West, who’s sitting across the table, eyes glued to his iPad.

But the second her words land, his gaze lifts to meet hers and a grin pulls at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”

Her cheeks flush, and I can feel the heat radiating off her as she looks away. Before she can respond, Reece comes bounding down the stairs like someone lit a fire under his ass, and I notice a small, genuine smile on his face that doesn’t match the brooding asshole I know.

“Holy shit, it’s true,” I mutter to myself, caught completely off guard.

“Hmm?” King says, dragging a chair out and joining us. “What’s true? ”

“Look at him!” I point at Reece, who’s pouring himself a cup of coffee.

He tries to play it cool, but he’s got a twinkle in his eye and a knowing smile on his face, like he just won the damn lottery.

“As if those noises weren’t enough to give it away, that pep in his step this morning sure as shit confirms it! ”

Darla looks between us, obviously confused. Reece leans back against the counter, sipping his coffee with that smug-ass expression aimed right at her.

“Congrats, man,” King says, catching on.

Reece gives a small nod and Darla frowns, clearly not connecting the dots. “On what?”

“On losing his virginity,” West says without even glancing up from his iPad.

Darla’s whole body tenses in my arms. “ Crap shells , you heard us?!” She buries her face in her hands, and I chuckle, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her closer.

“Well, I heard you,” I whisper into her ear, loving the way she groans with embarrassment. “Just picturing you in my head was making me hard as steel.”

She peeks at me through her fingers. “Really? You weren’t… jealous?”

“Fuck yeah, I was jealous. I wish I could have watched what he was doing to make you scream like that.” I let my grin stretch wider as I keep going. “In fact… I’m now going to make it my mission to make you scream even louder. Maybe I’ll even let all three of them watch.”

Her whole body turns a delicious shade of red. I know every single one of them heard me. Although she’s embarrassed, she’s also intrigued by the idea, I can practically see it in her heated eyes. Me inside her while the other three watch .

Thinking about her wet pussy, I’m realizing how long it’s been since the first and last time I was inside of her. It was back on the island, practically another lifetime ago. Suddenly, the need to feel her clamping down around me again is all I can think of.

She must see my grin fade, replaced by that same heat I feel in my gut, because her hand moves from covering her face to the back of my neck, then she shifts, straddling me and looping both arms around my neck.

The room goes silent, but I know nobody left.

They’re watching, eager to see what comes next. Hell, I am, too.

Her fingers twist into my hair and tug gently, pulling me toward her. I don’t hesitate, knowing exactly what she wants. It’s the same thing I crave.

Our lips meet, and I groan as my tongue traces her lips. She opens, welcoming me in with ease. The kiss starts slow but escalates fast as my hands roam her back, then dip under her dress to grab her round, bare ass, pulling her closer.

Her head turns away from me and Reece is there, inches from her, as he stares into her eyes for a moment before leaning in and claiming her mouth. I move mine down to her neck, licking, kissing and sucking as she moans in approval.

“Oh my,” she says breathily.

I’ve shared her before, but never like this.

The energy buzzing in the air is thick with anticipation, desire, and a bit of possessiveness.

She grinds against me, her need evident, but my jeans are in the way, keeping her from getting what she wants.

She lets out a frustrated groan, and fuck if that doesn’t light me up .

I slide my hands under her ass and lift her easily as I stand, setting her on the table. Her dress is gone in a flash, and my hands are full of her soft, perfect tits.

“Mmm, Zee. You’re wearing matching underwear… like I said before, fucking delicious.” I squeeze her again, my thumb brushing over her nipples. They pebble instantly, begging for more.

“I bought them for her, let me see—oh, fuck yes,” Reece says stepping up beside me, his eyes trailing hungrily over her.

“You had her all morning, it’s my turn,” I growl, shifting Reece out of the way with a firm but friendly nudge.

I slide between her thighs, feeling her warmth already pulling me in.

“Besides, if you love them so much…” I hook my fingers into the top of her panties and pull them down her legs, stepping back to slide them off completely.

Then I slap them against Reece’s chest with a smirk. “You can have them.”

I glance down at her glistening core before moving back into place, my hands slowly sliding up her thighs. This time I don't stop to tease, I let my hands slide all the way up until I have two fingers inside of her, my thumb immediately finding her clit.

“Bower!” she gasps, grabbing my shoulders.

“Fuck, Zee. You’re dripping for me already.”

Her body responds to every stroke, every motion. Reece moves in beside us and trails a finger over the curve of her breast. She moans when he touches her nipple, and he takes that as a green light. He pulls down her bra and dives in, devouring her like a man starved.

My fingers pump in and out of her as I watch, turned on as hell by the sight. She’s moaning and squirming, already so close to the edge. Her body is beautiful like this, flushed and desperate.

“I’m gonna come!” she gasps .

I stop, pull my fingers away, and watch as Reece gives her nipple a soft bite. She gasps again, then growls in frustration.

“No!” she cries, trying to pull me back.

I chuckle, and the sound of my belt unbuckling follows. I’m not gonna make either of us wait any longer than necessary. I line myself up at her entrance, already knowing she’s more than ready. She tries to lift her hips up and take me in, but I hold her firmly against the table.

“Uh, uh, uh, Tink. You’re in my control now.”

I start to push in slowly, but damn, she’s so tight and warm that I lose my resolve fast. We both moan as I slide in deep, all the way until my hips press against her.

Only two seconds pass before I start moving, thrusting, her legs wrapping around my waist, drawing me in tighter.

She braces herself on the table, leaning back with her head tilted toward the ceiling as I pound into her. Reece is still at her chest, licking and sucking like he’s addicted. The feel of her wrapped around me, the sounds she makes, it spurs me on even faster.

The first time with her was incredible, something unforgettable. But this? This is raw, primal. I can feel her body clenching around me, her scream echoing through the room as her orgasm hits.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby!” I groan, losing my rhythm. One final thrust and I’m coming hard inside her, filling her completely.

Thank fuck we’d had that talk about birth control, because there’s nothing better than staying buried in her like this. Feeling her pulse around me and knowing I’m the one who made her fall apart.

Reece pulls back and I lift her up against my chest, kissing her slow and deep. “Mmm, I love you, Tink.”

“Love you, too, Bower. ”

We kiss again, slower this time. When I finally ease out of her, I see the mess we’ve made. Fluids drip from her onto the floor. She bites her lip, clearly embarrassed.

Before I can do anything, West appears with a warm wet cloth, cleaning her gently before tending to the floor.

I’d almost forgotten King and West were still here.

I refasten my pants and when I glance up, King is at the table, eyes locked on Darla with a hunger that could ignite the whole damn room.

“Here, take this,” West says, tossing the cloth my way. I catch it and wrinkle my nose but turn away to take care of it.

As I walk towards the bathroom, I hear him murmur, “Baby, I’m gonna make you scream so loud—”

DING DONG.