Page 2 of Totally Shipped
The last few weeks have been comparatively easy, now the shadow of Harvey has left our home. I’ve finally stopped looking over my shoulder every time I head to the water hole.
Mostly.
Sometimes I get the feeling I’m being watched, but I’m pretty sure that is my paranoia speaking.
Life has developed into a pattern of foraging, fishing, and firewood-collecting. The chickens regularly lay eggs. It seems like they love to eat bugs, and there are plenty of them around here.
Our campsite now has three different teepees; the main family shelter, a small smokehouse for smoking fish, and the annex for when any of us want a little privacy. Finding a bamboo grove has upped our building game exponentially.
Talking of wood…
“Hey, beautiful,” Killian calls out as he sees me. His skin is now such a dark tan that the tattoos on his back and shoulders hardly show as well. “Come fish with me.”
Happily.
“Going fishing” often ends up much more interesting than just dangling a line in the water.
“Catch anything this morning?” I ask, as we walk back to the rocks together.
“Unfortunately not. Maybe today is the day we convince Keyara to let us have roast chicken on the menu?”
“Good luck with that! If you think she’d let Ron, Hermione, or Harry be for the chop, you don’t know that little girl.”
“Aye. But I’ve been thinking, we need to name one of the chickens Voldemort. Then she’d be OK with it.”
“She’d still never let us do it!”
“I fear you may be right.” He pulls me towards him and starts kissing me. “The fecking fish are not biting, but I would very much like to do some biting—of you.”
That does sound exciting. It’s been ages since me and Killian have been together.
“And maybe we could invite a friend to play. Want Gray to play doctor with us?”
I follow the direction of his eyes to see our shared lover walking towards us.
His broad, tan chest is covered in sweat. Looking at Gray makes my mouth water.
I nod and Killian raises his voice. “Our baby needs some playtime. Can you help us out with that?”
Gray immediately grins and jogs the last few yards towards us. Killian gives me a wink and presses a soft kiss to the top of my head.
“Good girl—now let’s lay you down.”
He pulls my tatty shirt over my head, then I wiggle off my shorts, lying back in just my underwear.
Gray kneels beside us. “Daisy?”
Killian shakes his head. “Daisy is not in charge here, I am. She just does exactly what she’s told.”
Killian’s words are getting me thoroughly excited for a thorough exam.
As Gray moves towards me, I can smell his smoky, earthy scent. I want his big, rough hands on my body.
It’s as if he’s heard my thoughts.
As Killian unclasps my bra, Gray’s hand hones in on my naked breast, his calloused palm feeling almost dangerous against my soft skin. His palm traces over my nipple, making it stand to attention.
GRAY
