Page 109 of Hunted

“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 havebeen, 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.”