Page 71 of Stranded

I reach down and pull her top up, exposing her chest to King, who greedily licks his lips before reaching out and massaging them. She gasps the second his hands make contact, then her moans increase in volume when his thumbs stroke over her nipples. I turn her face to mine and kiss her more firmly. Two seconds later, she pulls away and screams her release, her body trembling as we push her over the edge.

I don’t think any of us expected her to get there so fast, so when Bower and King slow their actions but don’t stop, I’m not surprised. She clearly has some pent up energy that we are all too happy to help expel.

I turn her head back to me and start kissing her again, this time taking complete control, my tongue wrapping around hers and showing her what it means to be worshipped by the three of us.

Slowly, her moans grow louder and more frequent. Her body tries to move, seeking more, but Bower gently holds her leg down, and it limits her movements. When she screams her release against my mouth again, a sense of pride fills me.We did that.We were able to give that to her on the cusp of her breaking her ankle and almost crumbling from whatever fears plague her.

I place one final kiss against her lips as Bower and King pull back, helping redress her as best they can. I wrap my arms around her, kissing the side of her head. “Baby, I hope you understand now that we want you to be ours, that we’ll do anything to take care of you.”

“If I’m yours, does that make the three of you mine?” she asks softly. Her head resting against my chest as exhaustion seems to take hold of her.

“Yeah, baby,” I agree.

“We’re all yours, sweetheart,” King adds.

“You’re stuck with us now, Tink.”

“Mmm, good,” she murmurs right before she starts breathing heavily, a clear sign she’s already fallen asleep.

I’m not sure what this means for our time here, or once we’re rescued. What Ido knowis that I don’t want to go back to my sad excuse for a life, barely living. I’ve never been as happy and content as I am right now, with this amazing woman in my arms. And it’s not lost on me how insane that is, considering I’m stranded on a deserted island.

The only thing that worries me is the plane crash. If there is someone out there trying to take me down, I’ll have to make sure I get to the bottom of it before they make another attempt and endanger Zee. I hope Bower and King will help me. It’s clear they’re protective of her, too, and when I explain the situation, I have to hope they don't tell me I’m a danger to her and ask me to leave.

Now that I’ve come this far, there is no way I could live without her.

Chapter twenty-eight

Darla

Agiggle escapes me as I take another step with no pain at all.

“See!” I say, turning to face the three sexy men who block the doorway and my exit from the hut I’ve been stuck in for the past two weeks. “No pain at all!”

“Would you tell us if there was?” Weston narrows his eyes at me.

“Yes, I promised I would. Now, are you going to hold up your end of the agreement?”

“Fine, but you’re on my back until we’re down on solid ground.”

A squeal of excitement leaves me as I crash against him, my arms wrapping around his waist in the biggest hug I can manage. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

He hugs me back, and I sigh in contentment.

The past fourteen days could have been terrible, but these guys didn’t only make them bearable, they made them the best of my life. Not that there was much competition for that.

They had dragged the other mattress over and I constantly had at least one of them laying beside me. When I slept, I was always sandwichedbetween two of them, making me feel safe and cared for, something I hadn’t felt in years.

The best part is that I haven’t had a single nightmare since I started sleeping beside them. I’m not sure if it’s because they made me feel safe, or because they seemed to occupy a large part of my head at all times. But considering how much I struggled for weeks to keep my nightmares a secret from them, it’s a relief to know that I don't seem to have them when I’m with these guys. There were worse ways to spend my nights.

They constantly changed the cold water packs, and when the swelling went down we were all really pleased to discover nothing seemed broken and was likely a sprain or strain. They demanded I stay off it completely until I had zero pain. And since it’s not easy to get around, I agreed to stay put in the hut until that happened. I expected to heal in half the time, but I’d never injured myself that badly before.

I was so thankful for them, I’m not sure how I would have survived on my own. It was good to know that Mo-Mo and his family were willing to help me, too. They brought fruit every day for the first nine days until he showed up one day when I happened to be standing up and stretching. Then I think he decided I was better, so they stopped bringing fruit after that, although he still visited every day.

I tilt my head up to Weston and press up on to my toes, and when he tightens his arms around me and lifts me off my feet, planting his lips on mine, I hum in approval. Probably the best part about the past two weeks has been how physically affectionate they all have been with me.

After our conversation on the first day, when I told them how long I’ve been here, I think they realized that holding back from me was actually causing harm. Being unable to decipher social queues and hidden meanings of their words and actions had left me confused and upset. Butnow I feel like I finally understand where we stand with one another, and we’re all on the same page. They like me, and I like them.

What does that mean for after they get rescued? I decided to ignore that thought and shove that worry deep down inside.

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