Page 134 of Hunted
They even convinced me to start having guests in the second season. They thought Reece would make a perfect one for the first episode, since he’s pretty well known in our area and the producer thinks people will enjoy seeing my “businessman” boyfriend in the wilderness.
Netflix found a small wild area to film in that’s only thirty minutes from our home, which allows us to go home every night and makes scheduling much easier for them.
They’ve told us they are bringing in a celebrity as the guest for my next episode, but they haven’t told me who it is yet.
The other three have continued working at Titan Tech, although it’s not unusual to see them visiting us on set from time to time. They are in the middle of creating some sort of tracking software they are sure is a game-changer. Apparently, it’s part of what Reece used to track Kingsley’s watch and find our location on the island.
I smile at the men around me. Our life is definitely different from what it was when we first left this island, and it’s leaps and bounds away from what it was when we were here. But today has been a lot of fun.
Who knew hanging out on this island could actually be enjoyable? In the end, I decide that without a doubt, today is my favorite day I've ever spent here.
When the food is finished and the baskets packed away, I decide I’m not quite ready to leave. The sun is still high in the sky, so we have plenty of daylight left.
The champagne has relaxed me, and the company has made me feel… frisky. King and Bower are discussing some new video game, so I turn to Weston, eyeing his body with appreciation.
“It’s getting pretty hot out here, huh?” I ask him innocently.
“Did you want to go for a swim to cool down?” he asks, not taking the bait.
“No, I’m not in the mood for a swim right now. Maybe I’ll just slip this off for a bit to cool down.” I try to say it casually, but his eyes narrow as I peel my dress up and toss it down on the blanket.
The conversation around me immediately dies down as I lean back on my hands, with only my new lingerie on display. It’s red, their favorite color on me, lacey, and shows way more than it covers.
“Hmm… maybe I’ll just take a little nap…” I lower myself to my back, resting my hands behind my head and close my eyes, letting an exaggerated sigh leave my lips.
Okay, I wasn't exactly being subtle. They’ll take the hint… right?
“Oh fuck, no,” Bower says suddenly. “There’s no way you’re napping right now.”
I hear a grunt, and my eyes fly open as Bower grabs his stomach and drops back on his ass, glaring at Weston. “Not cool, man.”
“I saw her first,” he grumbles, moving to kneel between my legs
“I beg to differ,” Reece says, narrowing his eyes on where Weston’s hands are running up my legs.
I smile up at them and bite my lip to stop from laughing. It was a constant argument between them in our house. West claims he saw me first, when he spotted my eyes in the trees on this very island. Reece debates we were together as kids, so technically he saw me first.
Weston starts to kiss up my leg as Reece moves to my side, turning my chin to face him as he presses his lips to mine.
A hand squeezes my breast, and I gasp. Reece uses that as permission to take the kiss further, his tongue pressing in and taking control of mine.
The lace of my bra is pushed down, and a warm wet mouth takes hold of my breast. I arch up against it, pushing myself further into them, then I hear Kingsley moan against me, and I know he’s the one doing it.
Weston kisses me over my thong before he pulls it down my legs. When I’m completely bare to him, he places his mouth back on me. Right now, I’m so happy I got laser hair removal down there and on my legs and armpits. It means I can feel every inch of his tongue as he strokes me slowly.
He starts to increase his speed at the same time as everyone else, and soon I don't even remember who’s touching me where, I just hope that someone gives me their cock before I come around thin air. What a waste that would be when I have four virile men right here, fighting over who saw me first.
They lift me up and rearrange me until I’m on my hands and knees over top of Bower. I smile down at him as I lower my wet, throbbing pussy and rub it up his hard shaft. He got naked real quick.
He grits his teeth and groans, his fingers digging into my hips as I work myself up on him, getting him nice and wet to enter me. Soon, he’s lifting my hips, and I grab his cock, lining him up with my entrance as he slowly lowers me down. We groan in unison at the stretch. His fingers flex on my sides before he slowly starts rocking me back and forth.
“Mmm… Bower, that feels so good!”
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he groans as someone presses against my back.
Their hands come around and they squeeze my breasts firmly before they start flicking my nipples. “Weston!” I cry, recognizing his sort of teasing. His teeth graze the crook of my neck before he gently sucks on a spot that he knows drives me crazy.
“Mmm… I love it when you say my name like that, baby. It’s so goddamned sexy,” he grumbles.
