Page 107 of Totally Wrecked
Friends. Just friends and nothing more.
Never anything more, I remind myself again.
DAISY
“Potatoes are ready,” Gray calls from the fire pit.
It’s his night on dinner duty. Discovering sweet potatoes on the island has made our life so much better. So is nearly having the shelter finished.
Gray and Killian have been working on a shelter addition today: a private area in the shelter for Key to have as her own personal den—it’s a surprise for her. We want to make everything as comfortable and pleasant for the little girl as possible. Poor thing. She’s being a trooper.
I’m on my hands and knees making flower garlands to hang around her space and Leander has gone to find armfuls of dry grass to make a cozy nest for her to snuggle in. Killian and Gray had been struggling to get the walls stable, and there had been a lot of cussing, but it has suddenly gone quiet. I look around and see the two of them staring at me, or more precisely, staring at my butt, which had been pointed in the air.
“Don’t mind us, we’re just admiring the view,” Gray says.
“Good Lord, your ass is proof of God,” adds Killian.
I take a break to admire the view from my perspective. Both men are shirtless, sweaty, and deeply tan. I think the view couldn’t get any better, but then Leander walks in.
“You got a bit of drool there, Daisy,” he points to my chin.
“Oh shut it!” I laugh and turn back to my flowers as he dumps the hay.
Leander also has some charcoal sticks with him. “I thought Key could use these to draw. We’ve got that left-over piece of copper sheet from chimney building.”
“I love it, and I know she’ll love it!”
“And I have a special treat for the adults too,” Leander winks.
“Oh?”
“I’ll do a show and tell in a few days, so you have to be patient.” He leans down and kisses me, then smacks me on the bum before rushing off.
Leander keeps everyone’s spirits up. It’s honestly impossible to be miserable around him. I can’t believe this beautiful spirit has given himself to me, that he is mine.
As he leaves, Harvey enters, his arms loaded up with more grass. “Leander said you wanted this?”
“Great, just put it in the corner,” Gray says.
I look up, give him a brief smile then turn back to my work. I don’t like interacting with Harvey, or being anywhere near him, but I also need to keep things natural. It’s a struggle, and leaves me feeling sick a lot of the time.
“You know what I’ve been thinking,” Killian says, breaking through my thoughts. “I think that we need to build a separate second shelter…just in case any of the adults want a little ‘alone time’.” He puts out a hand and pulls me to my feet. “We have no idea how long we’re going to be here, and I very much want to have some time with you two, without little Keyara’s eyes looking.”
My eye’s connect with Killian’s—and he gives a smirk, like he’s reading my brain. The idea of alone time with the two of them is making my lady bits throb. Killian glides his hand over his stomach, making my own flip.
Is this bad?
The confused lust in my body is poorly hidden.
I clear my throat. “And how do you think Gray would feel about that?”
“Gray and I have already mapped out so many dirty things we want to do to you,” he smirks again.
I hope he’s going to elaborate, but he doesn’t.
But his eyes dart to breasts and he licks his lips.
“Build the fucking extra shelter then,” I growl.
