Page 123 of Lost Paradise

Astro, of course, makes a beeline for Eve. We all knew right from the start these two were drawn to each other like magnets, their unspoken attraction simmering beneath the surface of hot volcanic lava. The sexual tension was severe, a current that crackled between them, but no one dared question their animosity, veiled as it was in sharp words and clipped tones.

Since they strolled into camp holding hands last night, Astro can't keep his hands off Eve, as if he's the only guy fucking her. But he knows better than to try and claim her solely his. Eve would no sooner set him in place. It seems she enjoys his attention, reveling in the playful defiance that sparkles in her eyes when she swats him away.

Despite the complications, their bond has added a new dynamic to our group. It's a fragile peace, held together by unspoken agreements and shared goals. For now there’s harmony in the group and no one is going to question sleeping arrangements with Eve. She decides and we follow suit.

I don’t mind watching either. In fact, I love watching Eve get off with the others. I have enough spank bank visions of her to last me a lifetime. But I’m not a perv, not like Byron, who watches behind bushes and jerks off. I don’t hide, and I jerk off later. I’ve caught the lad a few times perving, but unlike Astro, who’ll call him out to the others, I retain such information.

“The geezer’s gone bonkers,” Astro says of Foster as Eve shoos him away as she counts the bars of soap she’s collected. “He thinks he can extend the life raft and keep us afloat for a couple of days.”

“Well, it’s our only hope of getting off this island,” Foster explains. “That raft will hold us for maybe a couple of days. We need sails to go far, and Eve and I both have yachting experience.”

“You’re going to build a yacht?” I ask Foster.

“Well, not a yacht but an extension with a sail because even if Byron’s diesel works, it’ll only last so much,” Foster explains. “Plus, I found some old tarp that I think we can use, and I’m good with my hands.”

“I can vouch for that!” Eve jumps in with a playful look, and her cheeks go red, as if we know exactly what she is referring to.

“Just Foster?” Zane asks with a sly grin.

“Hmm,” she says, heading outside without answering. Then, she turns her head at all of us and smiles. “All of you have your special talents,” she calls out.

“Aw, man, that woman…” Zane huffs a sigh.

“Is something else,” Foster finished off.

And while I’m not in the business of checking out other male appendages unless it's warranted, I’m pretty sure the others here are suffering stiffies, just as I am, watching her arse sway as it does as she walksaway.

Through the open door, I watch her head outside to where Byron is. He gives her something to sniff and I watch them chat for a bit until my attention is turned to the other three here.

“I’ll need one of you to help me bring the generator outside,” Foster says, bringing our attention back to current issues.

“If Byron gets his experiment to work, I reckon we’ll need to switch between the five of us carrying the generator back to camp,” Astro suggests.

Ever since he got his dick serviced by Eve, he’s proving himself more and more. I nod in agreement.

“Good idea,” Foster says. “You and I, and Zane and Jack pair up. Byron will join in if someone from the pair needs a break.”

“Sound like a bloody orgie,” Astro says, causing us to chuckle.

“About that,” Zane says, launching into something he wants to plan for Eve.

It's past midday when the island begins its hottest time. The air is thick and oppressive, and the sun is a relentless force beating down on us. We've been at it for hours, and the weight of the heat and labor is starting to wear on everyone. The tall trees in the jungle provide good shade over this facility, but the humidity mixed with the heat makes it uncomfortable. Sweat clings to our clothes and skin, making every movement a chore.

Foster wipes his brow and glances at the sky. "We should take a break," he says, his voice carrying over the sounds of our work. "Let's sit outside where Byron and Zane are cooling down the diesel. They've already tested it and think it'll work, but I need to tinker with the machine to get it just right."

Everyone murmurs their agreement, grateful for the chance to rest. Eve and I have been splitting the watermelons we gathered earlier, the juicy flesh a welcome respite from the heat. She flashes me a smile, her eyes bright with the same determination I feel.

"We'll call everyone over to eat," I say, helping her load the chunks of watermelon into a large bowl. The cool, wet fruit is a balm against the day's heat.

We carry the bowl outside, where Byron and Zane are huddled over the makeshift distillationsetup. The diesel they've been working on is cooling in a series of improvised containers, and the air is filled with the sharp scent of fuel. Foster moves over to join them, eager to apply his self-proclaimed engine expertise.

"Alright, everyone," Eve calls out, her voice clear and commanding. "Take a break and grab some watermelon."

The group gathers around, drawn by the promise of sweet, refreshing fruit. Astro edges up to Eve, his hand resting possessively on her waist. She swats him away playfully, a gleam of defiance in her eyes, but it's clear she enjoys the attention.

We settle down in the shade, the bowl of watermelon passing from hand to hand. The juicy pieces are a relief, the sweetness a brief escape from our reality. I lean against a tree, watching as the group relax for the first time today. Byron and Zane exchange a few words about the diesel, their expressions hopeful. Foster, already tinkering with the engine components, mutters to himself about the adjustments he plans to make.

Eve comes over and hands me another piece of fruit, her presence a calming force amidst the chaos. I steal glances at her, still captivated by her beauty even in these harsh conditions. Her hair glinting in the harsh sunlight. Her laughter rings out as she jokes with the others, a sound that lightens the oppressive air.

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