Page 76 of Lost Paradise

He stares at me, and I can't help but feel that redness fill my cheeks. Maybe I admire him in some odd way.

“Are you offended?” he asks, but the sly smirk on his face tells me that he knows I’m enjoying watching him like this.

“No, it’s not your fault they stole your clothes. I offered you Zane’s sweatshirt.”

“I don’t think it’s my upper body Zane is frustrated about.”

“Look, mate,” Foster interjects before Zane can retort some sly comeback. “I can give you my boxer briefs, but I don’t think you’d want to wear days-old underwear.”

“Keep your minging underwear,” Astro mutters, still irritated with Foster.

He sits down on some large leaves we’ve been using as bedding, lies down, and shuts his eyes.

The other three revert back to their discussion about the border.

“Whatever the case is,” Foster says. “We’ll need to check it out in greater detail tomorrow.”

They end the meeting, and I hear them mumble something but can’t make it out. Byron comes over to me and sits next to me.

“Hey babe,” he says, grabbing my hand and holding it. “You alright? After tonight, I imagine you’re knackered.” He leans over and kisses my cheek.

I love the attention Byron now gives me. It’s like we’ve pulled down the curtain that divided us and let each other in, and it’s wonderful.

“I’m good. I just need to unwind a little.”

“Good, because they’re waiting for you,” he indicates to where Foster and Zane stand, looking over at us with lust and heated desire in their eyes.

“I’d join you three, but not sure if I want to go there yet. Give me time?”

“Of course. Are you fine with this?” I need to make sure he is. It’s important.

He squeezes my hand and gives me a nod. I raise my hand at his face and feel the slightest hint of stubble as I stare at the perfect man sitting next to me, giving me approval to fuck the other two men.

Leaning over toward him, I kiss his lips hard. I’ve never been in love before. But I know what I feel for Byron, and as crazy as it sounds, I’m in love with the other two waiting for me.

It’s not lust. I know the difference. Unbelievable as it may seem, I’m lusting after their dicks, but the love I feel for them as people is something a lot deeper and more profound. Every night, I go to sleep. I hope I never wake up from this fantasy I’m having.

I pull away and lick my lips, savoring Byron's taste, and smile warmly at him before getting up and walking to the two men patiently waiting for me.

Foster takes my hand, his touch sending a thrill racing through me. There’s an unspoken understanding between the three of us as he leads us towards the lagoon. My heart pounds with a mixture of excitement and anticipation, knowing full well what awaits us there.The air is thick with the heady scent of tropical blooms, mingling with the salty tang of the sea as we venture deeper into the jungle.

With each step, the tension between us crackles like electricity, igniting a fire that burns hot and fierce. Foster's grip on my hand is possessive yet gentle, a silent promise of the passion that awaits us beneath the moonlit sky.

As we reach the edge of the lagoon, both men turn to face me. Teacher and student. Their eyes ablaze with desire as they draw me into their arms.

At my front, Foster faces me, and without a word, he lowers his lips to mine, igniting a blaze of longing that consumes us both. Our kisses are fierce and hungry, fueled by a primal need within us.

Behind me, Zane pushes against my back. He sweeps my hair to the side, and I feel his lips crash on my neck as his hands move under my clothes and explore my skin.

“Did you enjoy watching Astro back at camp?” he whispers in my ear, and I freeze. They all caught me gawking at the guy.

Foster pulls a little away and waits for my response.

“Is it bad if I did?” I say truthfully, feeling my cheeks burn a little.

“Do you want him too?” Zane asks but doesn’t stop attacking my neck.

“No,” I say firmly. “I want you two and Byron.”

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