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Chapter twenty-eight

Darla

A giggle escapes me as I take another step with no pain at all.

“See!” I say, turning to face the three sexy men who block the doorway and my exit from the hut I’ve been stuck in for the past two weeks. “No pain at all!”

“Would you tell us if there was?” Weston narrows his eyes at me.

“Yes, I promised I would. Now, are you going to hold up your end of the agreement?”

“Fine, but you’re on my back until we’re down on solid ground.”

A squeal of excitement leaves me as I crash against him, my arms wrapping around his waist in the biggest hug I can manage. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

He hugs me back, and I sigh in contentment.

The past fourteen days could have been terrible, but these guys didn’t only make them bearable, they made them the best of my life. Not that there was much competition for that.

They had dragged the other mattress over and I constantly had at least one of them laying beside me. When I slept, I was always sandwiched between two of them, making me feel safe and cared for, something I hadn’t felt in years.

The best part is that I haven’t had a single nightmare since I started sleeping beside them.

I’m not sure if it’s because they made me feel safe, or because they seemed to occupy a large part of my head at all times.

But considering how much I struggled for weeks to keep my nightmares a secret from them, it’s a relief to know that I don't seem to have them when I’m with these guys.

There were worse ways to spend my nights.

They constantly changed the cold water packs, and when the swelling went down we were all really pleased to discover nothing seemed broken and was likely a sprain or strain.

They demanded I stay off it completely until I had zero pain.

And since it’s not easy to get around, I agreed to stay put in the hut until that happened.

I expected to heal in half the time, but I’d never injured myself that badly before.

I was so thankful for them, I’m not sure how I would have survived on my own.

It was good to know that Mo-Mo and his family were willing to help me, too.

They brought fruit every day for the first nine days until he showed up one day when I happened to be standing up and stretching.

Then I think he decided I was better, so they stopped bringing fruit after that, although he still visited every day.

I tilt my head up to Weston and press up on to my toes, and when he tightens his arms around me and lifts me off my feet, planting his lips on mine, I hum in approval. Probably the best part about the past two weeks has been how physically affectionate they all have been with me.

After our conversation on the first day, when I told them how long I’ve been here, I think they realized that holding back from me was actually causing harm.

Being unable to decipher social queues and hidden meanings of their words and actions had left me confused and upset.

But now I feel like I finally understand where we stand with one another, and we’re all on the same page. They like me, and I like them.

What does that mean for after they get rescued? I decided to ignore that thought and shove that worry deep down inside.

Much to my dismay, there has been no more orgasms since that first night either. They claimed it was too risky for my ankle. I didn’t disagree, but it was hard to lie in a bed all day, snuggling with them and watching their drool-worthy bodies, without wanting more.

They had been very generous with their hugs and kisses, though. Although Kingsley and Bower hadn’t kissed me on the lips yet. I’m not sure why, but I decided not to ask. It was clear they liked me and that was good enough for now.

Weston hadn’t kissed me like he had that first night, but he did give me small pecks on the lips, which I was all too happy to receive.

The problem was all the snuggling and affection has left me worked up and needy. Which might be the main reason I’m so happy to finally be free. Would they give me more orgasms now? And what about them? I hadn’t seen any of them get off yet, and I was sort of dying to see what that would be like.

It wasn’t that I hadn’t seen a guy reach completion before, but never has it been someone I cared about so deeply.

Weston pulls back and turns around, squatting down in front of me. I don’t hesitate to jump on his back, wrapping my arms and legs around him.

“Hold tight,” he commands before he climbs down the ladder to the ground .

When he bends down and lets me step on to the ground for the first time in weeks, I dip my head back, spread my arms wide and sigh in contentment. “I’ve never been so pleased to be standing on the ground.”

“What do you say you and I go get clean at the waterfall while the others check out the beach?” Bower asks, reaching out a hand to me. I take it instantly, noticing the mischief that seems to shine from his eyes.

“Alright, meet us there when you’re done, I’ll grab some food and we can eat on the beach,” Kingsley says, making me nod my head in excitement. A picnic on the beach is just what I needed after being cooped up for so long.

“Come on, Tink.” I give Kingsley a quick hug goodbye, then move to Weston, who surprises me with a playful smack on the ass and a grin.

“Get going,” he says. I giggle at the gesture and reach for Bower’s hand again.

We start down the path, our fingers laced together, hands swinging easily between us.

I start humming as I happily march to one of my favorite places on the island.

“You seem awfully happy,” Bower says with a smirk.

“Of course I am! I’m free!” I throw our joined hands up in the air as I laugh.

“I love seeing you like this.” His eyes soften as he looks at me. “Happy and relaxed. I want you to always look this content.”

“Me, too,” I admit with a smile of my own.

When we reach the water, I take a deep breath and pull my clothes off.

He’s technically seen me naked before and I don’t need to clean my clothes as they had done that for me while I was stuck in the hut.

I had changed into my pilfered shirt and a pair of Kingsley’s boxers on the second day.

I had to admit they were way more comfortable, especially for lying around all day in.

Now I’m back in my crop top and skirt, the outfit I feel most comfortable in out here.

I stare unabashedly as Bower strips off all his clothes. I lick my lips as my eyes take in every inch of his naked skin. From the tattoos covering his chest, to the semi hard cock that’s pointing towards me.

“Fuck, Tink. If you keep looking at me like that…” he trails off, taking a step closer.

“Then what?” I ask, unable to move my eyes any higher.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you.”

I finally rip my eyes away from his now very erect cock to look into his beautiful green eyes. “Did I give you the impression that I don’t want your hands all over me?”

“Tink…” he growls, grinding his jaw as his eyes trail down my body. “I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.”

“I know exactly what I’m asking for,” I say, taking a step closer, my hand coming out to grip his cock. “You.”

That seems to be the word that cracks his resolve. His arms encircle me as he lifts me up. My arms wrap around his neck, as my legs hook around his waist and then… he kisses me.

His tongue sweeps in to take control instantly. I’ve been fantasizing about what it’d be like to kiss this man, and it’s nothing like I expected. It feels like he’s consuming my body and my soul as he kisses me senseless.

I moan against him and only realize we must be moving when the water touches my feet. Within seconds, we’re in the deep water and he no longer needs to hold me up. Instead, his hands glide down my back, then he squeezes my ass and pulls me tighter against him .

The way this man kisses is in complete contradiction to how he speaks. There is no humor here, just pure passion as he ravishes my mouth, making me moan as my entire body comes alive from his kiss.

I reach down and find his very hard cock and shift back to allow it to spring up between us, then he pulls me tightly against him. The moment I feel his hardness against my core, a whimper escapes my throat.

“Bower!” I exclaim, my teeth biting down on his shoulder as my hips seem to have a mind of their own, thrusting against him, seeking release.

“Mmm, baby, that’s it. Take what you need from me.” I tilt my head towards him and he eagerly gives me what I want, kissing me hard as I get closer and closer to my release.

“Bower, I want to make you feel good, too.”

“Trust me, I’m feeling amazing right now.”

“Can you come like this?” I ask, not exactly sure how this works for men.

“If you keep rubbing your hot little pussy against me like that while making those sexy noises, I’m not going to be able to help myself.”

His words send a jolt of desire through my entire body, making me gasp as I try to get even closer to him. “Whoa.”

“Do you like it when I talk dirty like that?” he asks, pulling me closer and nibbling on my earlobe. “Do you like to hear about how hard my dick is for you? How every day after snuggling with you, I had to go into the woods to beat one out?”

A gasp escapes my lips at his confession, and he licks the shell of my ear, pushing me closer to the edge.

“I can’t help it, Zee. Just being around you turns me on. You’re so fucking amazing and sexy. I keep picturing you as my wife, and it’s taking everything in me to take things slow and not shove my cock so far inside you right now that you’d be feeling me for a week.”

“Bower!” I scream as his words push me over the edge, my mind picturing him doing just that. He lets out a low grunt, his hips jerking against me and I realize he’s just come, too. Satisfaction fills me, I pull back to smile at him.

“You look awfully proud of yourself,” he grins.

“I didn’t know guys could come like that. It makes me feel… wanted. Is that weird?”

He places a soft kiss on my lips before he answers. “No, not weird, sweetheart. It’s true, you are wanted.”

We sink down a little in the water as our hands gently explore each other’s bodies. After a few minutes, he looks over at the waterfall. “Well, shall we go get clean? I’m sure the others are wondering what’s taking us so long.”

I bite my lip nervously as I think of the other two men who have captured a piece of my heart. “Do you think they’ll be jealous?”

A huge smile covers his face as he answers with pure joy. “Oh yeah, they’ll be green with envy.”