Page 86 of Totally Wrecked
“Just pee here,” Daisy is saying. “Hold him upright, Harvey, I’ll get his shorts.”
I want to make some comment about Daisy getting in my shorts, but I don’t quite have it in me, I can only concentrate on my bladder.
Harvey is saying something. “Not appropriate…”
I feel a small, warm hand take out my cock. That’s all I need, without hesitation, I piss. It feels great.
“Thanks, Daisy,” I croak. “You always make my cock feel the best.”
REX
Gray, Killian, and I have been fishing. Leander and Brooke had a hook, we had some fishing line—match made in heaven.
We’ve only caught one fish so far, but I decide to take my catch and get it cooked. We need to get some protein into Leander. The others stay fishing, and Keyara keeps them company. As I approach the campsite, I see Harvey and Brooke have Leander on his feet.
“All good?” I shout. The waves are so loud, it’s impossible to hear anyone that’s more than a few yards away. I see Leander glance my way, a ragged smile on his face.
Fucking Leander does it again. Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.
Brooke smiles when she sees the fish. She and Harvey are lowering Leander down again. Action Jackson looks calm and competent; a handy girl to have in a crisis I guess.
Harvey looks at me with hard eyes, his mouth in a thin line. He hates relying on us, on me most of all.
It passes through my mind that it could be because of the color of my skin. Or maybe because I’m the captain and still giving orders. When I get closer, I see he’s giving Leander the evil eye as well.
If Harvey doesn’t like Leander, there is definitely something off with him. Leander is like our litmus test. Everyone loves Leander, except total douches.
Brooke certainly likes him. She is gazing at him now; those eyes are as big as two full moons, so soft and tender. Leander looks at her the same way. Killian goes over and kneels in the sand next to Brooke. He’s stroking her back and murmuring something. What the fuck? Has she got catnip in her cunt?
I lay the fish in the old cast iron pan. “Brother, how do you feel?”
“Nothing a seafood dinner won’t fix,” Leander grins. Then he turns back to Brooke and kisses the top of her head. “And the arms of this sweet baby…”
“The fuck?” Harvey takes a step back and looks like he wants to rip Leander’s head off.
Killian stands up and puts his body between Harvey and Brooke.
Oh yeah, Brooke and Harvey are a thing. I vaguely remember him saying she was “off limits” when we were on the boat. I stride over to the foursome.
“Take a step back,” I tell Harvey.
He doesn’t move, just continues to glare. Killian has his arms crossed, being an immovable fence between Harvey and Leander.
“What the fuck are you playing at, Brooke?” Harvey hisses. “And you,” he addresses Leander, “don’t paw her. She’s way above your pay grade.”
“Leave it, Harvey,” Killian says.
I look at Brooke. She looks like she wants the sand to swallow her up.
“Brooke!” Harvey snaps again.
I move closer, just as Brooke speaks. “Daisy,” she replies very quietly, so quietly I don’t think anyone hears except me.
Daisy?
I see Leander sway slightly. He’s gone pale again.
Fuck this drama.
