Page 57 of Hunted (Desert Island Duet #2)

It definitely helped their case that when the two of them ganged up on me, claiming something was for my safety, I wasn’t able to push back as easily. Having the intense stare of those two men on me was more than I could take without my body flooding with heat.

Just thinking about it now has my core pooling with arousal as we exit our SUV and head into our old home.

“It’s here!” Kingsley says excitedly, picking up a small package from our front step.

“What is it?” I ask, eyeing the box suspiciously. What is he so excited about?

Reece opens the door, and we all move inside as Kingsley rushes into the kitchen and grabs a pair of scissors, quickly opening the box and looking inside. His eyes light up in excitement before he glances at me.

“It’s for you.”

“For me?” I ask in confusion.

“Yeah, I ordered it custom a couple days ago. I didn’t think it’d be here already.” I move over to where he’s standing at the counter and he steps aside, letting me peer into the box .

“What the—” I cut myself off as I reach in and pull out the small, soft gray… rock? I turn it over in my hands and see the name Steve printed on it in a darker gray, in a very similar style to the way I carved it into my rock. “You got me a stuffed version of Steve?” I ask in awe.

“Yeah… Do you like it? It’s a keychain, too. Is it too much? I thought this way you could cuddle him, and it would actually feel nice, not like… you know… cuddling a rock?”

When I don’t speak straight away, he keeps going. “Of course, maybe you like that feeling? Or the hardness of the rock? This is dumb, isn’t it? I just thought you could take this one with you wherever you go and squeeze it in one hand to give you courage. Not that I think you need courage, I—”

“Kingsley?” I cut off his rambling.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.” He snaps his jaw shut and his eyes widen in surprise.

I smile up at him as I hug the little stuffed Steve to my chest. “I love it. Like… I really, really love it. I think the real Steve deserves a place of honor on a shelf now, somewhere where we’ll see it every day and be reminded about what he did for me, time and time again. ”

“Don’t you want to keep him close, in case you need him?” he asks, placing his hand on my back and rubbing soft, soothing circles.

I shake my head. “No, I don’t need him anymore,” I tell him, grabbing his free hand and pulling it to my chest. “You’re my rock now.

Besides, there’s no room in my bed for him anymore.

” I glance down at the soft rock I’m also clutching as a smirk pulls at my lips.

“And this guy can stay with my phone, so I’ll always have him with me. Can we connect them together somehow? ”

He nods, a smile forming on his sensual lips. “Yeah, I’ll order you a new phone case that lets you attach a keychain.”

“Thank you, Kingsley. This is really thoughtful. I appreciate it. And you.” I turn fully towards him.

He smiles, then bends down and kisses me, hard. I expected it to be hesitant and soft, but he doesn’t hesitate to take what he wants from me. I moan against him as his tongue touches mine, and more heat pools between my legs. These guys were killing me today.

Once again, I feel frustration when he pulls back. He must see it on my face because he runs a finger down my cheek. “You’re still bruised.”

I just grunt in reply, and he gently pulls me against his chest, stroking my hair and kissing the top of my head. “Love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you, too,” I mumble back, unable to resist telling him that, even if he is being a cock tease right now, just like the rest of them.

“Tink, you want to take a shower or a bath? I imagine you want to feel clean after two days in the hospital.”

I blow out a relieved breath as I turn to him. Now that Bower mentions it, I do feel a little gross. “That’d be great,”

“Come on, I’ll help you,” he says, offering his hand to me.

I grab it and have to press my lips together to stop the huge smile that wants to break free. Does he really think I can’t shower on my own? I’m not going to complain, though. Maybe he’ll help clean me… especially that place between my legs that feels especially dirty right now.

When we get into my bathroom, he starts the shower, so it starts heating up, then silently grabs my top and pulls it up. I lift my arms to help, and he continues undressing me.

When he pulls off his own shirt, I raise an eyebrow in question .

“What? You didn’t think I was going to let you shower on your own, did you?”

I laugh at his cheeky grin, but I immediately stop when he drops his pants, leaving him standing there in all his naked glory. His cock hardens as I stare at it and I find myself swaying towards him on instinct, needing to be closer to it… I mean… him .

“My eyes are up here, Tink.”

“I know, it’s not your eyes I’m interested in right now.”

He barks out a laugh, his arms banding around me as I’m lifted into the shower. I let out a small squeal when the water first hits me, but my body quickly adjusts, and I relax against him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?” he asks as he grabs the bodywash and fills his hand with some. Then he takes his time cleaning me. And when I say he takes his time… he really does, lingering on parts that make me moan and press my body harder against him.

“I should clean you, too,” I murmur, grabbing some bodywash before I grip his hard cock and start stroking it slowly.

“Zee..” he growls, his fingers pinching my nipples in retaliation. “You’re still bruised.”

“Not everywhere.”

I squeeze him harder, and he drops his head back and groans. “You’re killing me, Zee.”

“Please, Bower. One little orgasm?” I try to give him my best puppy dog eyes when he looks back down at me, and I can see he’s struggling.

I squeeze him again and he lowers one hand to my pussy, his finger running through my folds before he sinks it deep inside me. “Let’s get one thing straight, no orgasm I give you will ever be described as little . Is that clear? ”

“Yes, sir.” I nod quickly as a second finger joins the first, and he starts pumping them in and out of me. I moan as my hips start thrusting against his hand.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

I cry out as his words send me over the edge, my orgasm ripping itself from me so fast, I convulse on his fingers and cling to his arms.

Suddenly the water shuts off and Bower is pulled away from me. I gasp when I see Reece and Weston’s dark stormy eyes narrowed on me.

“No, not a good girl,” Reece says, shaking his head. “You’ve been a very bad girl. We told you that you had to wait until the bruise was gone.”

“But that’s not fair! You guys have been getting me worked up all day!

” I whine as Weston starts drying me off with a towel.

I notice Bower on the outside of the shower, drying himself off.

When he sees me looking, he gives me a wink, which tells me the guys aren’t really upset, and that sets me at ease.

“Is that right?” Reece asks as Weston finishes drying me and steps back. “Have we left our girl all needy and desperate?”

Pushing out my lower lip, I nod, using my same pleading eyes that worked on Bower. I see the corner of Reece’s lip twitch right before he scoops me up and carries me out to my bedroom.

I notice Kingsley placing my phone and my new keychain on my nightstand before he turns and sees me naked in Reece’s arms. “What’s going on here?” he asks in interest, as Reece places me in the middle of my huge bed.

“Apparently, we’ve been teasing poor Darla all day.”

“Oh no, what horrible boyfriends we are,” he says sarcastically.

I play along and nod my head. “The worst. Except Bower, he’s my favorite right now. ”

“Excuse me? You can’t have favorites,” Weston says, scowling down at me from the other side of the bed.

I shrug my shoulder. “What are you gonna do about it?”

A look of pure primal heat fills his face as he kneels on the bed and places himself between my legs. “In five minutes, you won’t even remember his name.”

Before I can protest, his mouth is on me.

His tongue licks up through my folds then he sucks hard on my clit, making me cry out as pleasure shoots through me.

I grab his short blond hair, holding him against me as he devours my core.

It’s not surprising that he doesn't need five minutes to make me come, I think I must make it there in less than four as I cry out his name, my body shaking from the orgasm.

He moves up my body and kisses me hard, letting me taste my arousal on him.

“Who’s your favorite now?” he whispers against me.

“You,” I whisper back before pressing my lips to his. It lasts for about two seconds before he’s pushed off of me, a scowling Reece in his place.

“I don’t think so, darling.” He lays down at my side and immediately pushes two fingers into my wet pussy at the same time his mouth clamps down on my nipple.

He doesn’t start slow. No, he goes full throttle from the second he starts.

I push my fingers through his hair and hold his mouth to me as my hips buck to meet his hand.

You’d think after two orgasms, I’d be done. But you’d be wrong.

What I really want is to feel his cock inside me right now, but I have a feeling that won’t happen until my skin is bruise free. At least this will take the edge off until then. Reece adds a third finger, then his thumb starts rubbing hard circles against my clit.

“Reece!” I cry, feeling my orgasm building faster and faster .

“That’s right,” he groans against my breast. “Who’s your favorite now?” His fingers curl inside me, hitting a new spot that sends my body hurtling over the edge.

“Reece!” I scream, making him groan in approval. His fingers keep moving, working me through my orgasm until my body goes limp, and he slowly extracts himself from me, a satisfied smirk on his face as he licks his fingers clean.

I watch him as my chest rises and falls, trying to catch my breath.

The bed dips at the bottom, and I watch Kingsley climb up between my legs. I swallow nervously when I notice the heated look in his eyes. Do I have another orgasm in me? I’m not sure if it matters, but by the look of determination on his face, he’s not leaving this bed until I give him one.

“I don’t need you to tell me I’m your favorite, sweetheart. If I can make you come like they did, then I’ll know exactly where I stand.”

No pressure or anything.

I watch him nervously, wondering what he’s going to do as his eyes scan up my naked body.

Slowly, he lowers his mouth to my ankle, placing a warm kiss there that I somehow feel between my legs.

He takes his time, working up my leg until he meets my core.

He places soft gentle kisses there that drive me crazy with need, wanting to feel more of him.

He chuckles when my hips buck, and I groan in need. His hand holds my hip down as he ever so slowly licks up my center. I’ve never felt something so slow, and it works to drive me crazy.

“Kingsley! Stop teasing me!” I beg, wanting more. But he doesn’t respond, he continues torturing me and slides a hand up my side until he reaches my chest. He gently pinches my nipple, then rubs his thumb slowly back and forth over it, making me once again groan in desperation. “Kingsley!”

“You want more of me, sweetheart?”

“Please!” I beg, trying to grab his hair and pull his mouth down to me.

He chuckles for a moment, continuing his gentle touches until he suddenly thrusts his tongue inside me, making my gasp as I almost climax from that movement alone.

He pinches my nipple, and his other hand finds my clit.

He flicks it a few times before pressing firmly on it and rubbing it in circles as he tongue fucks me.

“Yes! Sweet baby tongue, yes!” I cry out as another orgasm rips out of me way faster than I was prepared for. He works me through it until my body shivers with overstimulation. Then he moves up and kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue as I wrap my legs around his waist.

After a moment I lean back, taking in deep breaths and he rearranges me, so my head is on his chest and his arms are wrapped around me. A body presses against my back and a large arm wraps around my waist. Weston.

Kingsley drags me on top of him, and Weston moves closer.

A hand grips my ass, and I turn my head to see Reece on our other side.

I smile at him as his fingers squeeze my butt gently.

Something brushes my legs, and I look down and see Bower lying between Kingsley’s and my legs, his head resting on my thigh as he hugs one of my legs to his chest, releasing a deep sigh.

“Much better,” he mumbles.

I rest my head back against Kingsley's chest and close my eyes. I can feel all four of them touching me, some hands gently stroking like Kingsley’s hand on my lower back, and some still and content like Bower wrapped around my leg .

Everything is quiet until a low rumble of thunder rolls across the sky. It’s distant, barely a whisper, but it carries the weight of memory. There’s a shift in the air as my men go still, all of them waiting to see how I’ll react. Once, that sound would have shattered me. But now?

I inhale deeply and lean into the warmth of the four bodies surrounding me. I’m not alone anymore. That sound doesn’t control me. Not like it used to.

When the storm is on top of us, I might have a different opinion, but it doesn’t matter. I can’t stop the storms from barreling into my life, it’s how I deal with them that matters.

I’m no longer just trying to survive—I’m living. And as long as I have my four men by my side, I know I can face any storm this world throws at me.