Page 49 of Hunted (Desert Island Duet #2)

I exhale and press my forehead against Darla’s soft skin, hoping it will calm my angry thoughts.

“They said I was being ridiculous talking about conspiracy theories. They thought I was making it up to make them talk to you.”

“Well, fuck them,” Bower says from beside me, making me turn to him in surprise.

“Sorry, bro.” He looks at me and shrugs, an angry expression on his face.

“Some parents are just assholes. Don’t waste another minute thinking about them.

You have us now, plus our mom loves you already.

” He smiles, and it helps me let go of some of my anger.

“I’ve been telling Timmy all about you. He wants to be a pilot, like his Uncle West.” My startled eyes meet Brian’s, and he gives me a tentative smile.

“Really?” I ask hopefully.

“Yeah,” he says with a laugh. “All he wants to play with is this toy plane he got for his birthday. Oh, I uh… I told him it was from you. I hope you don’t mind.

It was two months ago, and I didn’t want to tell him you we re missing, but I had been telling him stories about you for the past year, so I bought him a plane and said it was from you. ”

I swallow heavily, a mix of emotions bubbling up inside me. “I’d like to meet him sometime, if that offer is still available?”

“Of course! Whenever you’re ready.”

“Well, I think that kid of yours is about to get spoiled,” Bower says with a smirk, his eyes bouncing to mine before moving back to my brother. “Cause he’s just gained another three uncles and an aunt!”

Brian frowns as he looks between us all. “Uh, okay….” his voice trails off, obviously unsure what Bower’s words mean and is too afraid to ask.

“If you hadn’t figured it out by now,” Reece starts, “Darla is West’s girlfriend.”

“I kinda figured—”

“But she’s also mine… and Bower’s and Kingsley’s.”

Brian’s jaw drops open for a few seconds, then snaps shut. His wide eyes take us all in as he seems to try to decide if Reece is being serious or not and probably wondering how it all works.

“So you guys are… together?” he asks cautiously.

“We don’t cross swords, if that’s what you’re asking,” I clarify. “But we all love Darla—”

“And I love all of them,” she says happily.

He stares at her for a moment, then frowns. “Wait—Darla… as in Darla Danvers? The missing heiress?”

I can practically feel her eyes roll even though I can’t see them. “I wouldn’t call myself that, but yeah.”

His eyes widen in excitement. “Shit, I saw you on the news! Were you really stuck on a deserted island all that time? You couldn’t have been, could you? What really happened?” He leans forward in excitement, making me clutch her a little tighter to me.

“Everything I said was true. I’m not sure what the news channels are saying about me, though.”

“Well, they’re mostly speculating about which of these guys you’re dating.” He chuckles, sitting back in his chair as he gets more comfortable around us. “Looks like none of them has it right. Ha! I can’t wait to see the look on that tightwad’s face on channel five when you tell them!”

“Oh, is that the guy that wouldn’t pet the puppy?” King asks with a laugh.

“Yeah, that’s him. How he became a news anchor, I’ll never know.”

We continue talking for another hour before Brian leaves. Reece and Bower walk him out as I stroke Darla’s hair. She’s now sitting sideways in my lap, her feet in King’s.

“How are you feeling after all of that?” Darla asks, her fingers running over my t-shirt covered chest.

“I feel… good. I mean, that sucks, what he told us, but forgetting that, it sort of felt like I’m getting my brother back.”

“You missed him,” she states.

“I did; we were best friends. I don’t think we can fully fix it, but we both have families now anyway, it’s not like when we were young and could spend all our free time together.

Besides, I have more important things to do now,” I say, lacing a little bit of mysteriousness into my tone, my fingers slowly moving up Darla’s thigh, under the hem of her dress.

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like you. ”

“W—Eee!” She squeals as I flip her onto her back beside me, then quickly cover her mound with my hand, feeling the heat radiating from her core.

I rub my entire palm around her pussy and watch her face as her eyes fill with lust, her little tongue poking out to lick her lower lip.

“You know, we were in the middle of something before my brother rudely interrupted us.”

“Were we? I hardly remember,” she says, trying to feign innocence.

“You were clearly doing something wrong if she forgot,” Reece says as he and Bower return to the room.

“Oh! Did we return just in time for playtime?” Bower asks excitedly.

“No,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him as my hand continues to rub against her. “You two already had your fun. You can sit in those chairs over there—yes, right there—and watch.”

I turn back to my beautiful girl, my finger catching the top of her panties and pulling them down as I ask, “Now are you going to be a good girl and scream nice and loud for me?”

Her eyes flash with heat before she bites her lip. “I guess that depends.”

“On what?”

“On what you do to me.”

“Oh, baby, don’t you worry about that.” I throw her panties somewhere over my shoulder, grab her dress, and pull it off her as she lifts her back to help. My hands slide up her sides and around her back, and I have her bra off in the next second.

“Wow, you’re really good at that. Even I can’t get it off that fast.”

I smirk at her word choice and lower my head to her breast, licking her nipple then sucking it into my mouth at the same time I press two fingers into her, feeling her wet heat coat me as she moans .

Fuck. She’s already dripping and ready for me.

I feel movement beside me and see King move to sit on the arm of Bower’s chair, clearly okay with watching and not participating. I smirk back down at her. All the more for me to play with.

After a few minutes of working her up and hearing her beg for my cock, I strip my clothes off and kneel on the couch between her legs.

Rubbing her clit, I lean over and push myself inside her.

She’s so tight I can’t stop the groan that escapes from deep within me.

She’s so fucking tight and warm and… “Perfect.”

She tries to wrap her legs around me, but I’m too big for them to reach, so I grab her left leg and push it over my shoulder, opening her up for me. It changes the angle, and her fingers dig into my biceps as I start thrusting.

“West!” she cries as I plunge into her, over and over again, my hips moving as fast as I can.

“Yes, baby. Scream my name so they can hear who makes you come the hardest!” I groan. I move my mouth to her neck, allowing all the noises she’s making to bounce around the room.

“Ohmygod, West! I’m gonna… I’m gonna… Ahhh!!” She screams louder than I’ve ever heard her before, and it sets me off as I come inside of her, feeling like a damned king.

“Fuck, baby. You’re perfect,” I moan into her neck as I try to stop my entire weight from crushing her.

We lay there in silence for a minute as we try to catch our breath. Of course, it’s Bower who has to ruin the moment.

“Well, then… I guess we have a new record loudness to beat. But first… who wants some food?”