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“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?”

Chapter thirty-two

Darla

“Are youalwaysthinking about food?” I ask Bower as I pull my clothing back on.

His eyes grow heated as he looks at me. “What can I say? I’m insatiable.” His words have my entire body blushing, and I look away, readjusting my dress into place.

“Okay,” he says, slapping his hands together, changing the subject, and thankfully distracting everyone from my embarrassment. “So…. who’s cooking?” The guys glance around at each other, and I know that none of them want to cook. My experience is only with freshly caught food, so I’m not much help, either.

“Mrs. G probably left us some grub,” Bower says, moving to check the fridge. “Bingo!” He stands up, pulling a large casserole dish from the fridge and proceeds to read the instructions to cook in the oven for thirty minutes.

I take a seat on the couch and drop my head back, staring at the ceiling while my hand drifts to my necklace and I take a minute to breathe. I can’t believe how much sex I’ve had today—and I haven’t even eatenbreakfast yet! Was this what my life was going to be like from now on, living with these four men? A slow grin pulls at my lips.

Yeah, I could get used to this.

It feels surreal that everything is out in the open now. I knew I would never willingly tell them about that final important detail of what happened to me on the island, four monthsafterI killed those men. But now they know, and they aren’t treating me any differently, it’s as if a giant weight has lifted off my chest.

Now if only those agents could catch Frank.

“Hey, Darla?” Kingsley says, pulling me out of my thoughts as I lift my head and open my eyes. He’s holding a big gift bag out to me, and I sit up immediately.

“What’s this?” I ask, reaching out and pulling the bag into my lap.

“It’s a gift for you.”

“A gift? Why?”

“Why not?” Bower says, throwing himself on the couch beside me with a gift bag of his own.