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“Tink,” I groan, my voice rough from sleep. “What are you doing to me?” I hiss when she squeezes me again, and from the way she smiles as she bites her lip, she knows exactly what she’s doing. “Don’t tease me, baby,” I warn her.

“It’s only teasing if I don’t follow through.” She says the words quietly, her eyes quickly looking past me to the other two. I glance at West and King and see they’ve fallen asleep. West is still leaning against the wall and King has fallen to the side, asleep on the mattress.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“I know,” she whispers, her eyes filled with heat. It’s clear she wants this, but after everything she revealed, it feels like it’s too soon .

I place my hand over hers, stopping her from moving it on my shaft. “Tink, I think we should wait. After what you told us, it’s probably wise to take things slow.”

“Bower, I may have told you about it today, but it happened fifteen years ago.”

“You still have nightmares.”

“Not when I’m with you. You chased the nightmares away.”

My heart clenches in my chest, her words calming a part of me I didn’t even realize was holding its breath. I’ve been so afraid of hurting her, of pushing too far too fast. The moment I learned what she'd been through, something inside me locked down.

But hearing her say that... it breaks something loose. Maybe this isn’t about taking something from her. Maybe this is about giving. Giving her a space where she can explore this side herself, where she can feel safe and loved.

She’s not broken. She’s laying right beside me, choosing me, trusting me. And I won’t let that trust go to waste.

“I want to. Please, let me touch you Bower.”

I close my eyes tight and take a deep breath. This perfect being should never have to beg.

I look back at Zee and grin as I let go of her hand. “Better be quiet, or we’ll wake them.” She nods excitedly as she starts to stroke my cock through my boxers.

To muffle my own moans, I grab her chin and tilt her head towards mine, fusing my lips to hers.

She accepts me eagerly, opening for me the second my tongue touches her lips.

I wrap my tongue around hers as my hand glides up her thigh, over her hip, and up her side.

I stop right below her top, pulling back to ask, “Can I touch you? ”

“Yes,” she begs eagerly. I claim her mouth once more and push up her top until I find her perky nipple.

I give it a soft pinch and she gasps against me.

I take my time rolling it between my fingers until she starts rubbing herself against my side.

She squeezes my cock harder and strokes faster, which only increases my own arousal, spurring my movements on.

My free hand, that’s wrapped underneath her, glides down her ass before yanking up her skirt.

I move my hand to squeeze her bare cheeks, groaning as my fingers sink into her soft flesh.

“Bower,” she whispers against me, heat and desire lacing her voice.

“You want more, baby?”

“Please!” she begs.

Gliding my fingers down her ass, and between her legs, I find her slick with arousal.

I rub my fingers through her folds, circling her clit and making her whimper against me.

I toy with her for a few minutes, making her rub against me harder, clearly seeking more.

And when I’m finally done teasing her, I sink two fingers into her heated channel, curling them slightly and making her gasp.

She slides her hand up to my stomach, finding the top of my boxers and sliding her hand beneath. The moment her soft skin touches my dick, it jumps in approval, wanting more of her.

“Fuck, Tink. That feels so good,” I murmur as my fingers start pumping in and out of her faster. She matches my speed with her own hand as I try to hold in my groan, not wanting to wake the others so we can keep this moment all to ourselves.

“Bower, I’m going to come,” she whispers, her voice ragged and desperate .

“Yes, come for me, Zee. Come all over my fingers, I want to feel your slick pussy squeezing me tight.”

“Bower!” she cries out right before I press my lips to hers and she starts convulsing around me. Somehow, her hand doesn’t lose her rhythm and I find myself quickly edging towards my own release.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I warn her. She pulls her lips away from mine, then dips her head down to my cock. The second her lips seal themselves around me and her tongue flicks along my tip, I let go, unable to hold back any longer.

I throw an arm over my mouth to muffle my groans as I spill into her mouth.

I feel her swallowing around me, and it only spurs me on more.

My other hand moves to the back of her head and I gently massage her scalp as my body starts to relax.

She takes her time cleaning me before lifting her head back up to rest on my chest.

She looks up at me with those piercing green eyes, a relaxed smile on her plump lips.

I run my fingers through her hair, but they quickly get stuck. “Will you let me comb your hair out for you? It’s been a few days since we’ve done it,” I ask her as I stroke my hand down her long braid.

“It takes so long,” she whines, making me smile.

“But it feels better afterwards, right?” I say, placing my hand on her still bare hip and giving it a squeeze. Her clothing is still all disheveled, and as I look down, I see her bare breasts pushing against my chest, making my cock twitch again at the mere sight of her.

I quickly look up at the ceiling, hearing the soft sound of the rain outside as I try not to think about her practically naked body against mine right now .

There is nothing I’d love more than to pull her on top of me and fuck her hard as she rides out her own release. But I know we need to take things slow with her. What just happened between us felt natural and amazing and there’s no need to push that any further today.

“Yeah, it does. Will you let me comb your hair afterwards?” she asks, reminding me of what we were talking about.

“Of course, will you French braid it for me?”

She tilts her head and smiles. “We’ll have matching braids.”

“I wish we had a camera, we could take a photo.”

“About that,” she says, carefully sitting up as she adjusts her clothing back into place. “I haven't heard any of you mention cell phones, did you lose them in the crash?”

“I did,” West says, startling us. He stretches as King sits up and yawns.

I don't think they saw what we got up to, not that it would matter if they did, but it’s nice to have something between just the two of us.

I catch Zee’s eye and give her a wink, which makes her blush an adorable shade of pink.

West stands up and stretches as he speaks. “I think mine was somewhere in the cockpit, it went down with the plane.”

“Bower and I had ours on us, but they died before we even reached the shore. Besides, they had no signal at all. They'd be useless now,” King explains to her.

“I figured it was something like that. We lost ours in the crash, too.”

“Were you in the plane, when it crashed?” I ask her, my hand stroking up and down her back where she’s sitting up in the hammock beside me, while I stay lounging on my back.

“Yeah. I’m not really sure how we survived when the other two didn’t. It’s all a blur now, really. ”

I sense her mood turning, so I quickly jump in with a change of subject.

“I think we should make a bucket list of all the things we want to do when we get off this island.”

She tilts her head as she looks at me, like she’s considering the idea. “Things like… eat a giant bowl of ice cream?”

“Yeah, that can go on the list. But I also think you missed out on a significant time in your life, and when we get out of here, the three of us are going to help you experience everything you missed.”

Her eyes start to water as she stares at me with such intensity that I reach out and pull her against me, my arms wrapping around her.

“Why would you guys do that for me?”

“Don’t you get it yet?” I whisper into her ear. “There’s nothing we wouldn't do for you.”