Page 70 of Totally Wrecked
Poor fuckers had endured the nit-comb because of me.
“Fuck.” My foot slips on loose shale, and before I know it I'm flat on my ass again.
“Gray!” Killian is there in a split second. “Big guy, you go down hard!” Then he throws his head back, laughing.
“What?” I grumble, pushing myself back up.
“I said you go down hard.”
I scowl at him, but he just grins at me.
“I’m not ready for fucking teasing,” I mumble under my breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
When we reach the point where the vegetation starts and everything starts to flatten out everything gets easier.
The dank, deep smell of the jungle is pungent. Water from condensation is pouring from the huge, shiny green leaves. I stop and let it run into my mouth. Killian sees what I’m doing and does the same.
As he drinks, he also takes his shirt off. My eyes go to his tattoos, all the intricate designs highlighting the contours of his delicious muscles. He catches me looking, as he swipes the material across his face.
I stand with my mouth open, catching drips, and the mother fucker winks at me.
Too soon, Killian, too soon.
REX
That was a fucking awful night, but at least we’d made it to the north point. The rain was driving, and the rocks fucking hideous to sit on. I think I might have dozed for an hour, tops. Harvey is in the same state, but at least we have fresh water the moment we wake up, as he had the genius idea of leaving our bottles propped up in the rain.
“Thanks,” I say as he hands me one.
“So, what next, Captain?” The way Harvey says “captain” is a little sarcastic, but I let it go.
“We wait for Killian and Gray, then swim to the other island.”
Where the fuck are they? Those guys need to hurry the fuck up. Keyara is out there without me.
“Swim? Are you serious?”
“Do you think we can magically make a boat appear? Yes, we fucking swim.” Not going to lie, my temper is wearing thin with old Harv.
“But what about building a raft? Or don’t the natives hollow out canoes?”
Is he fucking kidding? Just when I think maybe he’s alright, he says something douchey like that. It’s like I just can’t get a grasp on his character. Is he a good guy? Just because he is not used to roughing it in the wilderness, it doesn’t make him automatically bad—though he did steal Gray’s granola bar. Yeah, he hasn’t really done anything that makes me like him yet.
It throws me off. I’m normally a good judge of character, but this guy is opaque. While we wait for Killian and Gray to catch up, I think it might be worth my time to dig into Harvey Bannister a little further, see what makes him tick.
“Let’s look for food,” I say, standing up. Harvey grunts his ascent and follows me across the sand.
“You live in LA, Harvey?” I ask.
“Yeah, why?” Harvey looks over at me as we move into the jungle. There are flowers everywhere, probably the result of the rain.
“Just trying to get to know you.”
“Oh.”
