Page 45 of Tainted Kitten

“I’ve thought the same thing a time or two.”

Garrett chuckles. “Whatever. I’m not wrong, though, and you know it. So be honest with us. If you don’t want us touching you in any way, we won’t. If you don’t want us kissing you, we won’t. And we sure as hell won’t fuck you if you don’t want to. But you have to tell us.”

“I…” She shakes her head and hides behind her knees again. “I don’t want Kitty touched.” Rhys keeps her head buried behind her knees as she whispers the words, and I glance at Bossi next to me, who looks pained at hearing her say that. I know it’s not because he disagrees with her words. It’s because he’s hurting over what was done to her the other night at that fucked up sex club.

“Can I kiss you still, Kitten?” Bossi asks, and I see now how much he really does care for my girl. He fucking loves her.

Rhys pops her tear-filled eyes up from behind her knees and nods right before Shaun launches himself up on the boulder and gently claims her lips.

As I watch them settle into the kiss and start clutching at each other, desperate to show how they feel by the kiss alone, I’m not as jealous as I thought I’d be. Mostly, I’m happy that my girl is working through her fears. I really just want her to be happy. She deserves that.

11

Rhys

My mojo is long fucking gone. I need to get a grip and find it again instead of being scared that my guys are going to try and get me in a gang bang that I can’t get out of. And fuck, I wouldn’t normally want to get out of a gang bang. I’m all for the ganging and banging… usually.

Ugh! Stupid Kitty. Always controlling me. Always ruling my fucking emotions.

After the whole cave confessions, we head back to camp because Simon is hungry. Of course, he was hungry. That guy loves food more than anyone I know.

We stumble into the camp, me on Simon’s back as he pretends to be a horse, with the other three guys trailing behind. The sound of my camera clicking over and over while we walk told me that Garrett was taking pictures behind us since he’s the one I left in charge of looking after it. He’s probably been snapping pics of my arse.

I could also hear them murmuring to each other as we followed the path back, but my ears couldn’t pick up what they were saying. In a way, I’m glad I couldn’t hear. There’s been too much serious shit happening. Too many serious deep and meaningfuls, and I just want a break from it. I hate serious. I’m the least serious person I know.

Thankfully, Bell was riding her high on the other side of the clearing with Dale and Allister keeping her company. I don’t normally clash with Bell so much, but she’s been a right bitch lately. Tillie, on the other hand, seems ok, and I find her with Lexi, Ayden and Jared as they work together wrapping potatoes in foil.

“Food! Yes!” Simon whoops and lowers me down off his back before he bounds up to the table and swipes a handful of potato chips.

We all laugh, but mine is cut off by a salty chip as Simon tries to feed it to me.

“Eat Cherry. Let me feed you.”

“Ew. Don’t be gross.” Tillie whines as the others laugh again.

And that’s how our night goes. Food and laughter, a lot of laughter. Exactly what my soul was searching for. We all cook together, eat together, and wind down around the campfire with some strong drinks. Bell returns to us but stays quiet, and wanders off to bed before eleven, while the rest of us listen to Simon tell scary camping stories. As with most things Simon, his stories are mostly funny and less scary.

Eventually, Lexi and Ayden sneak off, probably to fuck in their tent, and Tillie joins Bell while Jared disappears into his swag, leaving me by the campfire with my guys.

“Do you think you’re going to be alright sleeping alone in your tent, Kitten? Simon’s stories didn’t scare you, did they?” Shaun smirks, and my nerves flutter as I think about sleeping alone.

I sleep alone at home, so what’s the big problem?

I’ll tell you what the big problem is. Have you ever heard the noise wombats make in the dead of night? Or the thump of a huge kangaroo as it bounces somewhere nearby in the dark, or the creepy fucking hissing noise they make? Let’s not forget the terrifying growl of a koala mating call! Fuck that! These creatures are terrifying!

“Because we were talking earlier,” Shaun continues after seeing my expression, “and thought that if you need a tent sharing buddy, maybe Garrett would make you feel more comfortable.”

I shoot my gaze to Garrett, and he holds up his hands. “Just tent sharing, not bed-sharing. No touching involved.” His eyes and words are sincere, like I knew they would be, so I nod.

“Okie Dokie Gazza. Let’s share a tent.”

The guys chuckle at the extra bogan I put into my voice, and Garrett rolls his eyes even though he’s laughing at me.

They’re all sweet. They chose Garrett because we haven’t had sex or any physical contact other than hand-holding. Unfortunately, just like my brain normally does, it thinks about being alone with Garrett and his so-called monster cock. Kitty is confusing me. Or maybe I’m confusing Kitty. How did I get off yesterday on the video call, but then today get terrified of the thought of having sex?

When I notice the guys stand from their camp chairs, I do the same and realise that I need to pee, bad. Simon bounds up to me, skidding to a stop and grinning as he takes my hands.

“My Cherry. Simon says, have a good sleep filled with peaceful dreams… that involve me.”

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