Page 90 of Totally Wrecked
“Are you sure?”
He doesn’t reply, just dunks his head under the water. As he does, I swear I see fingernail marks down his back. What the fuck? I recognize marks like that, and there is only one way you can get them.
Even though I’m weak as a kitten, I’m suddenly determined to beat the living shit out of Gray. I understand Daisy has a relationship with Killian, but how did Gray get in on the action so soon?
Gray surfaces and I swim right up to him. “What the fuck, man?”
“What?”
“Don’t play innocent, I saw the scratch marks on your back. I know what it looks like when you’ve been fucking clawed by someone as you rail them.”
Gray closes his eyes.
“Gray! You fucked Daisy? While I was unconscious? Didn’t she tell you we were together?”
I don’t want to be mad at Daisy, but actually I am.
“Killian,” Gray mumbles.
“I know her and Killian have a thing, I’m cool with it, but that doesn’t mean Daisy is a fucking free for all.”
“No, I fucked…Killian.”
Say what?
I have so many questions but Gray dunks under the water again.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he says when he surfaces once more.
Damn. But also… damn! Gray! Never thought he had it in him!
Gray and Killian, Killian and Daisy, Daisy and Leander… could almost call this a daisy chain. I would not be against having some sexy time with Daisy and Killian together. I’ve only had three-ways when it’s been me and two girls, so in the interest of equality, I’m happy to do two guys, one girl.
I watch Gray float away on his back. What about Gray? Sexy time with him?
That feels weird, I don’t think either of us would be into it.
But Killian? I can see that.
If we had only washed up on this island alongside a nice king-size bed. My bones are sore from the illness and from sleeping on the sand.
A bird shoots out from the undergrowth, startling me.
How many would I need to catch and pluck for a feather mattress?
*****
Back at camp all the gang are circled around the campfire eating breakfast out of the coconut shell bowls.
“Good?” asks Daisy.
“So good,” I say, sitting down and picking up the bowl she’d made for me.
“Can I have more, Daisy?” Key pipes up.
Daisy quickly looks at Harvey, and bites her lip.
Oh shit, the secret! She’s pretending to be her sister.
