Page 61 of Hunted (Desert Island Duet #2)

“Oh fuck,” Weston growls when he’s all the way in. He holds still for a moment, then starts to pull out an inch or two, before pushing back in, which makes me take Bower’s cock deeper. The result is all three of us moaning together in pleasure.

Hands lift me up until there’s only a few inches between my chest and Bower’s, then fingers turn my chin sideways to find Reece’s cock waiting for me.

Three at once? Sweet baby cock , yes, please!

I wrap my mouth around him instantly, taking it as deep as I can.

His fingers find the back of my head as he helps guide my rhythm.

The feeling of the three of them inside me at once is unexplainable.

It fills me with so much heat and pleasure that I feel like I’ve entered a whole other plane of existence .

I reach out my hand blindly in the opposite direction and am rewarded when Kingsley grabs it and guides it to his cock, already hard and waiting.

He holds his hand over mine, helping to keep my rhythm.

Trying to work with four cocks at once takes coordination I haven't quite yet mastered, but they don’t seem to mind, each taking control of our combined pleasure.

Weston starts thrusting harder and harder, his fingers digging into my hips as he pushes me towards my blissful peak.

Orgasms with these guys are never in short supply, but when we all come together like this, it’s something else entirely.

Someone pinches my nipples, and Bower starts rubbing my clit faster.

I moan around Reece’s cock as his thrusts start getting deeper and deeper.

Kingsley works my hand over him harder and quicker and when Weston’s thrust finally pushes me over the edge, I scream onto Reece’s cock as my entire body convulses, pleasure shooting through every inch of me.

Weston pushes into me with a final thrust as he reaches his own release, the hot liquid spilling from my ass as Kingsley’s load hits my side.

He releases my hand, and I plant it on the ground for support just as Reece shoots his own load down my throat.

I swallow as much as I can before I cough, and he quickly pulls out, allowing me to suck in some much-needed air.

I swallow it down greedily as our panting mixes with the sound of the ocean waves. Weston pulls out of me and soon it’s just me and Bower. His hands grip my hips as he thrusts up into me in question.

I respond with a small moan. I might be tired, but I’m not sore and these guys have a way of making me insatiable.

Pressing my fingers into his chest, we both thrust against one another.

He bares his teeth, and I can tell he’s trying to hold himself back until I come again.

I lean forward and kiss him, closing my eyes as he consumes me.

When his fingers snake between us and find my clit, I come undone, my pussy milking his cock as he comes inside me with a groan on his lips.

When we both finish, I collapse on his chest, feeling completely spent. I hear voices in the distance and open my eyes, watching the other three coming back towards us in all their naked glory. They obviously just cleaned off in the water.

“I guess we should do that too, huh?”

“I don't want to move,” he grumbles, his arms wrapping tighter around me. But he quickly yanks one arm away from me, holding it out to the side with a look of disgust on his face. “King, is that your fucking jizz on my arm?”

A laugh bursts out of me, and I slap my hand over my mouth in surprise, my eyes going wide when Bower glares at me.

“You laughing at me, Tink?” Hand still in place, I shake my head. His eyes narrow further and I decide it’s time to move.

Jumping to my feet I yell, “Gotta go get clean, byyyyye!”

I slip out of his grasp, run towards the water, and dive in, making sure to scrub at my sides and between my legs while I’m under. When I surface, Bower is inches away, and he pulls me to him, his arms locking me against his chest.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, laughing at me like that,” he says, holding me tight as I pretend to struggle.

“I would never laugh at you, Bower,” I say sarcastically, giving him my big puppy dog eyes, the ones I know he can’t resist.

His arms loosen a fraction, and I use it as my chance to get away. I drop my weight, letting my body slip through his arms and swim past him before popping up and swimming as fast as I can until my feet touch the sand and I can run easily.

I don’t look back when I hear him yell my name, I just giggle as I run up the beach towards the others. “Help! I’m being chased by a man with no sense of humor!”

“You little—”

I squeal when his arms wrap around me from behind, lifting me right off my feet. He manages to turn me to face him, placing me on my feet as he narrows his eyes at me.

“Oh no!” I say in mock horror. “The scary bad man has caught me! Whatever will I do?!”

“You could beg for my forgiveness?” he suggests.

I pretend to think about it for a minute, then I give him my pouty lip and big eyes. “Please forgive me. I didn’t realize you hated jizz so much.”

Somehow, his eyes narrow even further as he speaks. “I’ll forgive you on one condition.”

“Anything,” I promise instantly.

“Marry me.”

My jaw drops open and my eyes go wide. Is he serious right now?

No words come out as I stare up at him. His narrow gaze softens, and a small smile takes its place, his eyes turning from playful to hopeful.

“I….” I trail off, still unsure if he means it. This isn’t the first time he’s asked me this, but it’s normally easier to tell he’s kidding.

And unlike other times, when I’ve laughed it off, or rolled my eyes at his antics, this time I want to say yes,

But what about the others?

Before I can form any real words, he spins me around to find my other three boyfriends, all down on one knee, staring up at me with hope and love. Reece kneels in the middle, and he holds open a small box with a gorgeous diamond ring inside. An engagement ring.

I’m afraid my eyes might actually fall out of my head, they’ve widened so much.

Bower moves around to kneel beside Kingsley as Reece speaks. “We love you more than anything in this world, Darla, will you marry us?”

“Y—Ahh!” I screech loudly as something warm hits me on the top of my head, spraying across my shoulders and arms and rolling down my face.

The guy's eyes widen in surprise and I reach up, wiping my forehead. When I look at my fingers, I clench my jaw in anger.

Bird shit.

There is only one asshole in this world who would shit on my head at the worst possible moment.

I turn my head to the sky and see him flying away. “Bob! You’re gonna pay for that!” I yell as I run to the blanket, grab Steve Jr, then take off after him. “You dirty little crab sucker! Get your ass back here so I can have you for dinner!”

“Wait!” Bower yells from somewhere behind me. “You never answered the question!”

I turn around, already fifty feet down the beach, cup one hand around my mouth and yell, “Yes! I’ll marry you!”

Then I turn back and continue running down the beach.

I can hear Weston and Reece yelling at me to stop as I do the same to Bob.

That dirty little crab sucker! Why’d he have to go and ruin a perfectly good moment by shitting on me like that?

I realize it’s not the first time he’s done that and despite being covered in his literal shit, I can’t stop the smile that plays on my lips .

I guess it doesn’t matter whether I’m stranded here or just visiting. In the end, the shit always finds me. But at least here I found something I never even knew I was looking for—love, belonging, and a future that looks nothing like I planned but has everything I need.

Still, with my four fiancés chasing me, as I run naked down the beach, rock in hand and seagull poop in my hair, I wouldn’t change a thing.

Because this is my happily ever after.

Messy, wild, and free.

The End