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“Bower!” I exclaim, my teeth biting down on his shoulder as my hips seem to have a mind of their own, thrusting against him, seeking release.

“Mmm, baby, that’s it. Take what you need from me.” I tilt my head towards him and he eagerly gives me what I want, kissing me hard as I get closer and closer to my release.

“Bower, I want to make you feel good, too.”

“Trust me, I’m feeling amazing right now.”

“Can you come like this?” I ask, not exactly sure how this works for men.

“If you keep rubbing your hot little pussy against me like that while making those sexy noises, I’m not going to be able to help myself.”

His words send a jolt of desire through my entire body, making me gasp as I try to get even closer to him. “Whoa.”

“Do you like it when I talk dirty like that?” he asks, pulling me closer and nibbling on my earlobe. “Do you like to hear about how hard my dick is for you? How every day after snuggling with you, I had to go into the woods to beat one out?”

A gasp escapes my lips at his confession, and he licks the shell of my ear, pushing me closer to the edge.

“I can’t help it, Zee. Just being around you turns me on. You’re so fucking amazing and sexy. I keep picturing you as my wife, and it’s takingeverything in me to take things slow and not shove my cock so far inside you right now that you’d be feeling me for a week.”

“Bower!” I scream as his words push me over the edge, my mind picturing him doing just that. He lets out a low grunt, his hips jerking against me and I realize he’s just come, too. Satisfaction fills me, I pull back to smile at him.

“You look awfully proud of yourself,” he grins.

“I didn’t know guys could come like that. It makes me feel… wanted. Is that weird?”

He places a soft kiss on my lips before he answers. “No, not weird, sweetheart. It’s true, youarewanted.”

We sink down a little in the water as our hands gently explore each other’s bodies. After a few minutes, he looks over at the waterfall. “Well, shall we go get clean? I’m sure the others are wondering what’s taking us so long.”

I bite my lip nervously as I think of the other two men who have captured a piece of my heart. “Do you think they’ll be jealous?”

A huge smile covers his face as he answers with pure joy. “Oh yeah, they’ll be green with envy.”

Chapter twenty-nine

Darla

“Mo-Mo, you little booger! I already gave you more than enough!”

“Eep!” he trills, running back off into the jungle.

“Nice friend you got there, Zee,” Bower says with a smirk.

I turn to where he’s sitting beside me on the beach, taking a moment to appreciate how his growing beard makes him look even more rugged, like he belongs out here in the wild. “I think he likes to take extra for Coco,” I admit before turning back to the ocean.

“You can’t blame the guy then, can you?” Kingsley asks as he leans forward and wraps his arms around me. As soon as Bower and I had arrived, he’d pulled me down to sit between his legs as they offered us pieces of fruit.

Something about that action, about him wanting to be so close to me, made my heart swell a little more for him. Kingsley is such a sweet man, always making sure that everyone has what they need, especially me. And when he wants something for himself, like me in his lap, who was I to deny him? Besides, he makes a great beach chair.

I lean back against him, my eyes catching on the giant pile of wood. For them, it seems to be a symbol of hope, but for me, it’s a reminder that this could all end one day. It’s not like I could actually leave this island, it wasn’t worth the risk. Although every day I was starting to feel less and less confident in that decision. For the first time in over a decade, I was starting to imagine what life could be like off this island.

Not wanting to look at the wood anymore, I turn in Kingsley arms, my legs wrapping around his back as I look up at him with a smile. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he says with an amused smile. I stare up into his blue eyes. “What’s your last name?”

“Oh, you want to play the question game, do you?” he asks with a grin. It’s a game they kept asking to play while I was recovering, but I often had to call an end to it, as there were too many questions I still didn't want to answer. Especially those about my life before the crash. It wasn’t something I liked to think about anymore. Not because it was bad, but because of the opposite. It was full of happy memories that just made me sad for what I’d lost.

I nod my head and he answers. “Voss.”

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