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Chapter thirty-seven

Darla

I lie back in the sand and close my eyes, enjoying the sun on my face.

“Zee! Don’t lie like that for too long, you’ll get burned!” Weston yells from his spot in the shade behind me.

“Yes, sir!” I call back, saluting the sky.

“Don’t make me come over there and spank you, brat.”

I gasp in mock horror, sitting up and turning to face him. “You take that back! I am not a brat!”

He just narrows his eyes on me, so I turn to look at Kingsley, sitting beside him. “Kingsley?” I ask with wide eyes, a small pout on my lips. “You don’t think I’m a brat, do you?”

“Fuck me,” Weston groans, running his hand down his face as Kingsley stares at me with wide eyes.

“I think you broke him, Tink,” Bower says, coming to drop down beside me.

I turn my eyes to him. “Do you think I’m a brat?”

“What’s wrong with being a brat?” he asks, tilting his head as he waits for my response .

“Brats are annoying and immature. I don’t want any of you to think of me like that I want to be…”

“Our good girl?” he asks, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

I lick my own lips as I let that thought flow through me. Their good girl? Yeah, that’s exactly what I wanted them to call me.

I nod my head as my fingers play with my necklace. “How do I do that?”

“Do what?”

“Be your good girl?”

He drops his head back and groans. “Tink, you’re killing me with these questions today.”

“I… I don’t understand,” I tell him honestly, feeling like I’m missing something.

“Zee, come here,” Weston calls, beckoning me with his finger.

I stand up and walk the fifteen feet back to the edge of the beach where he and Kingsley are sitting in the shade.

He spreads his legs and points in the sand between them. “Kneel.” I drop to my knees, eager to see what else he’ll ask of me.

“Tell me, why did you just do that?”

“Do what?”

“Kneel.”

“You asked me to,” I tell him in confusion.

“But you didn’t even question it or hesitate.”

“I—Was I not supposed to do that?”

“The point I’m trying to make,” he says, reaching out and grabbing my hands. “Is that you already are our good girl. You don’t need to do anything differently. ”

“And Bower was groaning because hearing you call yourself that is making us hard as steel,” Kingsley adds, making my eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Oh,” I say eloquently. “All of you?” All three of them nod. “Maybe we should do something about that?” I ask nervously.

“Did you have something specific in mind?” Kingsley asks, his eyes growing heated as he scans my body. I shake my head. “Come here, sweetheart. I need to touch you.” He reaches for me and I climb over Weston’s outstretched legs as Kingsley takes my hand and guides me over to kneel in front of him.

His hands move to my thighs and he slowly glides them up, pushing my skirt as he goes. And when it pushes up over my ass, exposing all of me to them, I suck in a sharp breath.

He squeezes my ass cheeks for a moment before pulling me close, positioning my knees on either side of his legs so there is no space between our bodies. His hardness rubs against me, making me drop my head back and moan.

Multiple hands touch me, making my skin prickle with need, then my top is lifted clean off of me, leaving me topless. When something warm and wet touches my chest, I gasp, my eyes flying open to see Kingsley’s mouth, sucking on my nipple.

“Oh my god,” I whisper as the feeling shoots straight to my core.

“You like that?” Bower asks from beside him. His hand snakes down the front of me and soon he starts rubbing my clit, making me whimper as I nod in answer to his question.

“Look at me, baby,” Weston says. I turn to the other side just as he grabs my chin and presses his mouth to mine. He doesn’t waste a second before plunging his tongue in and devouring me .

I moan as I grind myself against Kingsley, seeking my release. But I want to make them feel good, too.

My right hand slides down Weston’s firm chest until I find his pants, I fumble to undo them and he helps me, freeing his hard cock from their confinement. As soon as I wrap my hand around him, he hisses out, as if in pain. But I know enough by now to know that’s a good noise.

I start stroking him as my other hand moves towards Kingsley’s pants, but he stops me. “Sweetheart, don’t.”

“Why not?” I ask in confusion. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“It’s not that, it’s just… with you sitting on me like this, you’re too close, I don’t want to accidentally… you know…”

I think I know what he means. He doesn’t want to accidentally penetrate me.

What about purposefully?

I haven’t shared the full story of my assault with them yet, and I’d always thought I’d never be able to have sex, even with someone I love.

But sitting here, grinding against his hard length, the thought of having him inside me is something I’m craving more than anything else in the world right now.

“Not yet, sweetheart. Don’t worry, though, I’m gonna take good care of my good girl,” Kingsley says quietly, right before he sinks several fingers deep into my pussy, making me cry out in surprise. “Mmm, there she is, such a good girl for us, isn’t she boys?”

“The fucking best,” Weston grits out as I continue to stroke him.

“She’s perfect,” Bower says with a smile. “Now let me taste her.” He pushes Kingsley’s body back a little, grabbing my breast and sinking his mouth onto me .

I cry out as pleasure zings through me. I wish I could touch Bower, but I’m twisted towards Weston and can’t reach his cock at the same time. But I can certainly see it.

He undoes his jeans and pulls it out, stroking himself as he sucks and licks at my chest, seeming to get off from it as much as I am. The sight has me moving even closer to the edge.

I glance up at Kingsley and he kisses me deeply. I grin against him as I continue stroking Weston. One of their hands is on my other breast and someone's finger is circling my back entrance, sending jolts of pleasurable lightning through me.

“Kingsley, how do I make you come?” I ask, wanting him to come with the rest of us.

“Just keep grinding against me like that. Feeling you come on my fingers will be more than enough to make me jizz my pants.”

I bite my lip and rub against him faster, making his fingers speed up to keep pace.

I turn my head to Weston and glance down at his cock. The tip is glistening and suddenly all I can think about is tasting him.

So I lean down and lick him clean, before sinking my mouth over him completely. He groans, his hand moving to my hair as he guides my movements.

I’m not even sure who’s touching me where anymore, my body is alight with sensation as my core heats to an inferno before I completely explode, screaming my release are Weston’s cock, and I taste it the moment he finds his own release, the others grunting and groaning tells me they came as well.

I swallow down everything Weston gives me.

The taste isn’t unpleasant, but the fact that it’s Weston’s makes it feel like I’ve won something by capturing it for myself .

I sag down, resting my head on his thigh as he runs his hand through my hair, our collective heavy breathing the only noise I hear.

Slowly the sound of the waves gently crashing on the shore fills my ears, followed by birds chirping and a faint and distinct whup-whup sound.

I frown, trying to place it. I can’t think of any animal that makes that noise. Slowly rolling over, I face the ocean and scan the sky. There’s nothing there, but still the sound continues somewhere in the distance.

I sit up and grab my top and my bag, pulling them on as I get to my feet. I make sure McStabby is still in its sheath as my gut starts to clench uncomfortably.

“Zee?”

“Shh,” I whisper, taking a few steps towards the water and away from the noises of the jungle.

My eyes keep scanning for something. It’s coming from out there, right? Weston comes to stand on my left, Bower and Kingsley to my right and I’m not sure if they hear it too, but they’re scanning the sky and ocean just as I am.

Looking towards the left, I squint, sure that it’s coming from that direction.

And then… I see it. It’s just a tiny dark spot in the sky, but my heart leaps in my chest all the same. The sound grows louder and I take a step towards it.

“Holy shit! We’ve gotta light the fire!” Bower yells. I hear them running around behind me. But I just stare in shock and fear in the direction of the plane.

If this had happened before I met the guys, I would run and hide, not wanting anyone to know I’m here. I know the guys won’t understand, but I’ve known I would live out my days on the island for a long time now. The real world terrifies me more than staying here.

We’ve been joking about what we’d do when we’re rescued and back on the mainland, but I never truly thought it would happen. I have no idea how to exist in that world anymore. The old Darla, she’s gone. Only Zee exists now. And how can she… can I… possibly exist in a world filled with people?

“Zee! We need you!” I turn and see them attempting and failing to light the large pile of wood they’ve had prepared for the past two months for this exact occasion.

Knowing that even if I’m scared about leaving here, and unsure if I can actually do it, these three have to go back to the mainland. It’s their home. They have their family and their whole lives there.

I run towards them, dropping down on my knees and pulling out McStabby from its sheath at my side, and Kingsley passes me a rock. It takes me seconds to get a spark and only a few seconds more before the kindling catches fire.

I slowly nurse the wood until more and more start to light up. Weston grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet as we move away from the flames. Confident that the whole pile will be alight shortly, we turn back in the direction of the noise, which has become more distinct as the minutes pass.

“It’s a chopper,” Weston announces from my side. “There’s only one reason a chopper would be way out here, they’re searching for someone.”

“They’re here for us,” Bower whispers quietly, as if he’s afraid saying it too loud will make it turn away .

We watch from the beach as it gets closer and closer. Soon its distinct helicopter shape takes form and Bower cheers in excitement as it heads straight for us.

He and Kingsley run a forward, waving their arms wildly over their heads as they scream, “We’re here!” The joy I can hear in their voices helps cut some of the fear in my chest, but I can’t help the gut feeling that this isn’t going to end well.

I look up at Weston, who’s still standing beside me. His expression is neutral, not smiling, but not upset either.

“Aren’t you happy they’re here?” I ask, making him glance down at me and frown.

“I’ll be happy when I see some insignia on the side of that chopper, telling me who they are.”

I furrow my eyebrows as I glance back at the sky. “But I thought you said there’s only one reason a chopper would be out here?”

“I said they were searching for someone, I didn’t say they were on our side.”

My eyes widen as that fear takes full hold of me. My gut’s been in a knot since I first heard the sound of that chopper. I thought it was from fear of leaving this island, but maybe it’s something more. Maybe it’s my instincts telling me something isn’t right here.

“Guys…” The chopper gets even closer, almost on top of us now. “I think we should—”

Pop pop pop pop.

The sand flies up in front of Kingsley and Bower as the chopper suddenly turns sideways and starts shooting at them. I scream their names and Weston wraps his arms around me, quickly carrying me as he runs towards the jungle .

From my position, I can see Kingsley and Bower running full speed towards us, and when they reach the jungle, untouched, a small amount of relief fills me.

The sound of firing stops and Weston puts me down on a part of the path with a lot of cover from above. Kingsley and Bower stop beside us, heaving heavily. I quickly run over to them, running my hands over their shoulders and backs, making sure they weren’t hit.

When I’m inspecting Kingsley’s front, he grabs me and pulls me against his chest, holding me tight as he breathes heavily. “That wasn’t Reece.”

Bower shakes his head. “No, it wasn’t.”

Realizing it’s time to admit something I’ve been hiding from them, I pull away from Kingsley so I can see them all. “They’re here for me.”

But Weston overlaps my words with identical ones, making us frown at each other in confusion.

“You?” he asks before I can. I nod my head slowly.

“They’re here for us, obviously,” Bower says, gesturing to Kingsley and himself.

“Uh… I think I’m missing some vital information here,” Weston says, still frowning. “I told you guys about my previous plane being taken down. Why do you three think this is about you?”

“We found some shady shit in Australia, it’s why we were headed to Kenya,” Kingsley explains. “I think someone is trying to silence us.”

“What about you, Zee?” Kingsley asks, turning to me.

I stare at him in surprise. How had I not known where they were going when they crashed? Both our flights had the same trajectory, and both went down in the same spot. That can’t be a coincidence… Can it?

“Zee?” Bower prods before I can think too much about it .

“I—” My voice cuts off as my eyes bounce between them. I’ve tried not to think about this for fifteen years, bringing it up brings back things I’d rather not remember.

“Zee, you need to tell us, it’s important.”

“My dad said our crash wasn’t an accident. Someone sabotaged the plane. Someone who wanted the two of us dead.”

“Do you know who would want to do that?”

“Not exactly. I think it has something to do with my grandfather, but my dad never spoke about it. I just know when we left Perth, he seemed really nervous and upset.”

“Perth,” Kingsley says, his furrowed eyes staring at me like he’s trying to see into my head.

“Well, fuck. What do we do? We don’t even know which of us they are after!” Bower says as we listen to the sound of the chopper circling the island, looking for us most likely.

“First of all, they can’t be here for Zee, it’s been too long,” Weston says, giving my shoulder a squeeze of reassurance. “But either way, it doesn’t matter. It’s not like we can bargain with them. Their orders are clearly to kill first.”

He pushes his hand through his hair in agitation. “Fuck! I wish we had weapons, I don’t know how we can fight against men with guns.”

“I might be able to help with that.”