Page 110 of Totally Wrecked
I think about my mom and sigh.
“She’s beautiful and stupid. I’m not being mean; she really is. Irene spends her days lunching with friends or shopping. Then, every few months, she’ll head off for another procedure. She’s had more things plumped than all the cushions in Ikea.”
“But is she kind? Loving?”
“Sort of? I don’t think she is intentionally cruel, she just never really thinks of anyone apart from herself. She likes the fact she has three good looking sons to show off, but she never once read us a bedtime story. Occasionally, she’d come to school events, but that was only to flirt with the other dads.”
“Talking of which, what about your dad?”
“Malcolm II?
“Ooh, so grandad was Malcolm the first?”
“The original Malcolm, Dad is Malcolm in the middle. He hates that joke, by the way, so make sure you say it to him when you meet.”
“I’m going to meet your dad?”
“Of course you are! Irene will be jealous of you, because you are prettier and younger than her, but she’ll still be nice. Dad will probably try and feel you up—he’s a total letch. Malc…hmm, I think you’ll get on OK with him, he’s a bit stiff but fun when he warms up.”
“Your oldest brother?”
“Yep, and I think Jasper will fall in love with you straight away. He has a thing for curvy blondes, so I’ll have to get a ring on your finger quick smart once we are off this island.”
“Leander! Are you proposing to me?”
I stop and look down at Daisy. I cannot picture a life without her. In my head I already have us married and with a posse of little blonde children running around. I guess I haven't filled her in on those plans.
“Babe, I will do you the whole proposal thing if you’d like, but just know, we are going to be married. We are going to be together for the rest of our lives, and I am going to fill your belly with so many blonde babies we could probably get a reality TV show from one of Malc’s investments.”
Daisy has a weird look on her face.
“What? Am I freaking you out?”
“Telling me we are going to bethe Duggar’sisn’t really selling me on anything,” Daisy laughs.
I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me. “Silly billy. We’ll be the Wonderful Westhalls, notthe Dreadful Duggars.”
“Oh well, in that case.”
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she drags me towards her, kissing me like she’d starved. I match her hunger, assaulting her mouth. She’s all I can think about, all I need in life. I tighten the grips on the back of my thighs, pulling her closer into me. Daisy tugs my hair as I lick and kiss down her throat. The sound of her moans vibrate against my lips, making me fucking rock-hard. I can feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy pressed in tight against my abs.
“Leander,” she gasps, “baby, please.”
I’m totally fucking happy to do whatever she needs, and I know she needs me, but our fucking hottest make-out ever is cut short.
Cluck, cluck, cluck.
Daisy stops, pulling away from me. “Leander?” she whispers.
“Yeah?”
“That sounds like…a chicken.”
I’m looking around our campsite, and giving myself the old pat on the back. Everyone has gone full throttle.
Yesterday morning, Harvey and I amassed a load of flat stones. Gray and Killian had a fire roaring in there all day, then when it died down they put the sweet potatoes, fish, and taro (new find!) wrapped in banana leaves on the stones, and covered them with more hot stones and coals from the fire.
This afternoon, we get to taste the fruits of their labors.
