Page 44 of Isla

"I would pull my cock out and fuck my hand while you watch. Relieve some of the goddamn tension that's eating me alive."

Oh fuck. I wasn’t ready for that. "And what do youwantto do?" I ask, needing to know like I need air to breathe.

"I want to pull you out of the chair, spread you out on the forest floor, and feast like a king. Worship you like the goddess you are. Does that answer your question?"

God damn. I cross my legs, trying to ease the ache.

"What are you two whispering about?" Dylan asks, setting down a cooler and sitting on my other side. One look at me, and he's pulling at the neck of his T-shirt, shifting in his chair. "Oh," he croaks, understanding dawning in his eyes. He grabs three beers, handing us both one and then cracking his own. "I'm not going to be able to get through this unless I have a little liquid courage."

The door to the cabin crashes closed, and I look over my shoulder to see Theo pounding down the steps, his arms full. His eyes don't leave me as he sets everything down, the warmth of the fire pulling out tiny drops of perspiration on his skin, making him look like he's sparkling in the evening light.

"The skin of a killer," I call out, biting my lip to keep in a laugh. He stalks toward me, not even a flicker of a smile.

He pulls me out of my chair, bands his arm around my ass, and lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his torso. "You'd better hold on tight, spider monkey," he whispers in my ear, walking away from the fire.

I crack up. "I thought it went over your head!" My smile falls from my face when he traps me against the side of the cabin, his cock pressing against my stomach.

"I should have kissed you earlier, and now it's all I can think about," he breathes, skimming his nose along my jaw.

My body is on fire, need racing like electricity over my skin, puckering my nipples before settling into a steady pulse at the apex of my thighs. "Theo," I groan, tilting my neck to the side to give him access to my neck.

"When you say my name like that, fuck, Isla. It makes me want to bury my cock in your pussy and make you feel things you've never felt before."

God. I whimper, using his shoulders to pull myself up until his cock nestles between my legs. He rolls his hips, making direct contact with my clit. "Theo, we need to talk first," I moan, rocking against him.

He grumbles, hauling me away from the cabin and depositing me back in my chair, not bothering to hide the way his shorts tent in the front. "We need to get this talk out of the way. Now,” he says, popping the top on a beer and taking several long pulls.

I sit up tall in my chair, squeezing my thighs together, desperately trying to come back down to earth.

"Go on, Isla," Dylan says, giving me an encouraging smile.

"If we do this, I want to do it right. I need to build individual relationships with each of you first. Strong ones. So that what happened earlier this week doesn't happen again."

"It won't happen again," Theo says, squatting beside me. "I promise."

"I know, but that doesn't change anything. Charlie and the guys did the same and have a rock-solid relationship because of it. This needs to be done the right way or not at all."

"You're in charge, Isla," Dylan says.

“For now,” Theo mutters under his breath.

Images of him controlling me flash through my mind. God. Why can't I let my body call the shots like I always used to do? I could be having the best fuck of my life right now. But that little voice in the back of my head reminds me I don't want this to be like the other times. I want them to be my endgame. And that means taking it slowly. Going out on dates. Really getting to know each other.

"Should we set up some sort of timeline? Maybe a schedule?" Dylan asks, taking out his phone and opening the notes app.

"God, I love you," I laugh, snorting when his face turns the color of a strawberry. "The masquerade party is a month away. Why don't we make everything fair game starting the night of the party?" Dylan nods, typing away. “I think we should make a point to actually date each other—so maybe one date with each of you a week? And one group date a week?"

"What are the ground rules for when we're alone versus when we’re all together?" Henry asks, his gaze dipping to my mouth, sex practically radiating from him.

"Anything goes on our one-on-one dates. No group sex until after the party."

Henry runs his hand through his hair. "You'll have to be more specific about what you mean by group sex, babe.”

I always thought couples calling each other babe was so cliché, but hearing it come from his lips has me feeling some kind of way. "Um–" I clear my throat, my mind clouded. I close my eyes, blocking out the absolutely overwhelming eye candy surrounding me. "Nothing going in anywhere. Except fingers." Dylan's groan has me shooting to my feet and stepping away from them before I do something stupid. "Do we have a deal?"

They all stand simultaneously, walking toward me like I'm their prey. Oh god. "Do we have a deal?" I ask again, my voice cracking.

"Yes, we have a deal, Sunflower," Theo rasps, reaching out for me. I shriek and pull back, my heart hammering in my throat.

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