Page 94 of Stranded

Wetness pools between my legs and I snap them closed, afraid that something might leak out. His hands land on my knees and he slowly slides them up my thighs. When he starts to push the bottom of my shirt up, I gasp, pleasure shooting to my core.

He smirks at me, then lowers his hands back down to my knees before standing up tall and stepping over me, one leg on either side of mine.

I swallow heavily as I try to figure out where to look. His jean-covered crotch is inches from my face as he starts rolling his hips again and I freeze, unsure what to do.

He reaches down and gently grabs my hands, placing them on his abs. “You can touch me, baby. If you want.”

I let my fingers slide down under the hem of his shirt before pushing them up underneath so I can feel his heated skin. I grow even wetter as he continues his seductive dance and my hands explore his body.

“What is happening right now?” I whisper, more to myself than anyone.

“You like my dance, baby?”

“Uh huh,” I say, nodding my head like I forgot how to speak properly.

Finally, he comes to a stop and I just blink up at him as he steps back. “That, my dear Tink, was a lap dance.”

“And…” I trail off, needing a second to get my brain working again. “This is something people do out there, in the real world?”

He helps guide me back to the floor in his lap as Kingsley answers for him. “Yes, and no. It’s not like people would do that out in public, but you might see it a little at certain clubs.”

“Definitely at strip clubs,” Bower adds.

Ohhh. I get it, it’s something an exotic dancer does. I’d heard about those before I was stranded here. My eyes move to Kingsley, then Weston, wondering what their lap dances would be like. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to do one for them. Silently, I add that to my list, too.

The rain hammers on outside as we continue our game through a few more rounds. I’m lucky enough not to have to strip anything else off, butthe same can’t be said for them. I think they are assigning values to try to make it easier on me, which I appreciate. When Bower loses a round of the rhyming game, he ends up in just his boxers and shirt, and I have to wonder if he really couldn’t think of another rhyme for beer, since I could think of at least four more without even trying.

Kingsley has lost both socks, and Weston, who’s lap I’m currently sitting in, is only in his boxers, thanks to some new values assigned to cards that seem to only disadvantage them, and not me. Which I can’t say I’m mad about, considering he has his strong naked chest and arms wrapped around me right now.

I lean forward and flip over a six, my hand freezing the second I let it drop into the coconut.

I stare at it in disbelief, somehow I didn’t think it would actually come to this, me having to strip naked in front of them.

Weston's arms tighten around me, his mouth moving to my ear as he whispers, “Baby, you don’t have to do it. We only want you to do things you’re comfortable with.”

His willingness to concede to my worry makes me relax against him. This was part of the reason I loved these guys, they never pushed me beyond my comfort level.

My eyes widen and my fingers dig into Weston’s arm. Did I just saylove?

Crap shells,when did that happen?But… It's not a bad thing, is it? Not unless they didn’t feel the same. Of course, there was the whole ‘them getting rescued while I stay here’thing that I was actively trying not to think about anymore.

Wanting to push that train of thought away, and suddenly feeling bold in a way that sends heat curling through me, I slowly ease Weston’sarms off my body. I stay seated, letting the anticipation build between us. Then, keeping my eyes on the other two, I lift the shirt over my head in one smooth motion and toss it onto the desk with the rest of our clothes.

Now I’m completely naked, except for the shell necklace I never take off.

Bower and Kingsley eyes trail down my body and I slowly reach out and grab Weston’s arms, pulling them back to wrap around me, using one to cover my chest, giving me a small sense of modesty back.

“So brave,” he whispers in my ear, his voice low and warm, as his fingers slowly trace along my sides, right where his palms rest against my heated skin.

“Kingsley,” I say breathily, nodding to the remaining cards. “Your turn.”

He clears his throat, tearing his eyes away from me. “Ah hem. Right.” He flips over a two, it’s the first one we’ve seen so he needs to make a new rule.

“Two…” he says, his eyes moving to where Weston’s arm is wrapped around my chest. I lick my lips nervously, wondering what he’s thinking about.

“I want to—” A crash of thunder suddenly erupts above us and I scream, my hands shooting up to cover my ears.

I squeeze my eyes shut tight as Weston moves me. I know they’re all talking, but I can’t make out any of their words as a memory fills my mind.

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