Page 92 of Hunted

I smile as the sound instantly starts to soothe me. He presses the button again and jungle sounds surround us. “There are about ten different sounds you can use, but I think you’ll like those two the best.”

“This is amazing. Thank you so much, all of you.” I give Bower a hug, then proceed to kiss my other three guys.

“We got your closet sorted out, too,” Kingsley says, waving me over to the walk-in closet. “It’s still pretty empty, but once you start to figure out what styles you like, we’ll order you more clothes.”

So far, I was living in leggings, miniskirts, and crop tops, or cute dresses. Although I did want to try some other styles, I felt that my wardrobe wasn’t my top priority right now.

Adjusting to life off the island is much harder than I expected it to be. It’s hard to believe I will ever get used to traffic and loud noises enoughto be able to drive. That was on my to do list, but I’ve pushed it down to the bottom. It’s difficult enough justbeingin a car right now, let alone driving one.

“Thank you, Kingsley,” I say, taking in the closet.

“Um, there was just one thing I wanted to ask you about.” He avoids looking at me as he rubs the back of his neck. Why does he look so uncomfortable?

“What is it?” I ask, grabbing his arm and pulling his hand down to thread my fingers through his, hoping it will calm his nerves.

“I noticed you still only wear the one bra, you know, besides the sports bras. I thought you might be uncomfortable asking for more?”

“Oh.” A giggle escapes as I realize how weird we’re being. We’re in a relationship and had sex yesterday, and yet, talking about undergarments was uncomfortable?

Deciding this was something I can be brave about, I tell him the truth. “I hate them. They’re uncomfortable.”

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Oh.”

I laugh again and shrug my shoulder. “The sports bras are more comfortable.”

“You know, there are hundreds of styles. What didn’t you like about them?” Reece asks, joining our conversation.

“The straps dig into my shoulders, and the wire was hard and poked into me.”

“Leave it with me, I’ll find some other styles for you. I’m sure there are wireless ones with better straps. I’ll get you some… unless you’d rather go without?” he asks with a smirk.

“I wouldn’t mind, when I’m home. But I’m not sure I want to wear a crop top in public and risk an accidental flashing.”

“Absolutely not,” Weston says with a frown, crossing his arms over his chest. I roll my eyes at his possessiveness, while secretly loving it.

“Don’t worry, big guy, these are only for the people in this room.” In a moment of confidence, I lift up my crop top and flash my bare breasts at them. Only a second too late do I realize that Reece hasn’t actually seen me naked yet.

I yank my shirt down as my wide eyes meet his. “Uhhh…. Sorry?” My cheeks heat and I cover my face with my hands, feeling a little mortified that I just flashed him.

I just flashed Reece. My boyfriend.

A giggle erupts out of me at the ridiculousness of it. I shouldn’t feel embarrassed over something like that. I’m pretty sure I have nothing to be embarrassed about in the whole boob department; it’s more of the fact that I just flashed him like some sorority girl.

I drop my hands, even though I can feel my face is still red. “Flashing someone wasn’t actually on my bucket list, but let’s just pretend it was, okay?”

Reece’s heated eyes meet mine, and he gives me a wink.

Bower starts laughing as he drops down on my bed. “Sure thing, Tink. Remind me, what else is on that list? We should make sure we are crossing something off each day.”

“One thing I added was taking more photos, of all of us.”

“That’s an easy one, come here.” He motions me over and pulls me into his lap. Pulling out his phone, he takes a selfie of us.

“Here,” Kingsley takes the phone and steps back, letting Bower wrap both arms around me and rest his head against mine as we smile up at the camera.

They indulge me, taking turns posing for photos with me all around the room. I get individual shots with each of them before we start mixing it up, two at a time with me squished between. It quickly turns into a game to see who can come up with the best or silliest pose. One of my favorites is the shot where Kingsley and Bower kiss my cheeks at the same time while I’m blushing like a tomato.

When we use the self-timer to take a photo of all of us at the end of the bed with me in the middle, and all of them touching me somewhere, I know that one is going to be my favorite.