Page 93 of Stranded

“Bower, I love how you can make me smile and laugh, even when I’m upset. You can turn my mood around in a single heartbeat.”

Lastly, I look up at Weston. “Weston, I love how you take care of me, and always make sure I’m okay, that I’m safe.”

I glance around at each of them. “I haven’t had anyone like you three in my life for a very long time.”

They give me sad smiles, as if they hate that I went so long without that sort of care, then Kingsley reaches forward and flips over a three, breaking the tension.

“Three… I want a kiss, for three seconds.” He turns me sideways in his lap, his hands cupping my face as he tilts my chin up towards him.

“You sure you don’t want a kiss from Bower?” I whisper. Bower chuckles behind me as Kingsley grins.

“No, sweetheart, you’re the one that I want.” He tilts his head down and my eyes slide shut right before his lips press against mine. His kiss is so heated and passionate I can almost feel tears forming in my eyes at the emotion it stirs within me.

All too soon he pulls back with a smile, placing one last quick peck on my lips, then turning to Bower, gesturing for him to pick a card.

Bower grunts, adjusting himself in his pants, which makes me bite my lips to hold in the laughter.

He flips over an eight, then looks over at me with a big smile on his face. He reaches his arms in my direction, making grabby motions with his hands. “Come to daddy.”

I let out a burst of laughter as I gently climb out of Kingsley's lap and knee walk towards Bower. “Please never call yourself that again.”

When I’m in range, he grabs my hips and drags me into his lap so I’m sitting sideways and can keep my legs closed.

“Is it cause Weston is clearly the daddy here?” he asks.

I glance over to Weston, who’s glaring back at Bower. “Weston?” I ask, making him look at me instead. “You want me to call you daddy?” I ask with a straight face.

He groans, running a hand down his face as he stares up at the ceiling. “Lord help me.” He drops his hands, and his eyes meet mine again. “Unless that’s something you want, Zee, no. West or Weston is fine.”

“What aboutsir?” I ask, tilting my head. The name just popped into my head and it feels fitting for him since he’s always telling me what to do.

He stares at me without blinking for what must be a full ten seconds before he finally nods. “Yeah, you can call me that, if you want, baby.”

For some reason, the thought of doing that makes my cheeks heat and by the satisfied look on his face, he loves my reaction to it. He turns his eyes to the cards and flips up a six, tossing it into the coconut in the middle, along with the other used cards.

“Six can be strip. Normally I’d make it drink, but since we seem to be playing a strip version of the game, I think it’s fitting.” He reaches down and pulls off a single sock, tossing it onto the desk with my boxers.

I frown, realizing if I reveal a six now, I’m done for.

Reaching down, I flip over a jack, letting out a sigh of relief. Leaning back against Bower I admit, “I don’t know what to do.”

“Well,” Bower starts. “You could have it make the person do something, like give a lap dance.”

“What’s a lap dance?” I ask, trying to picture exactly what that means.

“Hmm, another first for you, Tink. How about whoever flips the jack has to give you a lap dance, and if you flip it, whoever’s lap you’re in has to give you one?”

“So I never have to do one?” I ask in relief.

“No, I don’t want you doing something you aren’t comfortable with or don’t know what it is. Let us do this one for you.”

I take a second to think about it, but don’t see any downside, so I nod. “Okay, let’s do that.”

“Great, now stand up,” he says, giving my hips a squeeze. He follows me to standing then places the chair in a way that it faces the other two, then guides me to sit in it. I frown. Is he going to sit in my lap? I’m not sure the chair will take the weight of both of us.

“This is a little hard without any music, but I’ll do my best,” Bower says, coming to stand in front of me.

Without warning, he starts rolling his body in a way I’ve never seen someone do before. My eyes widen in shock as he continues, his hips rolling in a seductive dance as his hands slide down his tight shirt, highlighting his strong abs.

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