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She cleared her throat. “I think I’m warm enough to eat.”

I lifted my arms, indicating the choice to stay or leave was hers—she was warm enough for a while at least.

She slid off of me, her thigh catching on my cock like last time.

I watched her hurry to the shirt on the floor and forgot how to breathe when she bent over to retrieve it.

Finally.

Finally, I saw what I had been dreaming of seeing.

Arena had the prettiest pussy ever.

CHAPTER NINE

ARENA

I tugged the shirt over my head, trying to ignore the lingering sensation between my asscheeks. Despite seeing how big he was everywhere else and how “it” had bounced off his thighs when he ran, exactly how well-endowed he was hadn’t truly registered until he’d cock-spanked me.

Turning toward the window, I tore into the meat stick to give myself a moment to calm down. However, the view wasn’t nearly as soothing as it should have been…not with his reflection in the glass. He was watching me, one arm tucked behind his head in a relaxed pose, the blanket blatantly tented at his hips.

It didn’t look like I’d need to work too hard at keeping his attention.

Had he actually only been trying to warm me when he suggested tucking my feet under him?

Maybe.

Hopefully?

But what if I was giving him more credit than he deserved?

If so, then that cock-spanking was only the beginning of what he’d do to me.

I thought of home and the people I needed to protect. Was Lettie curled in a ball, whispering her fears to Baxter? Was Lynn thinking another person had joined her husband in the legion of undead? Was Gwen blaming herself for not holding onto me?

Regardless of what they were doing now, I knew what would happen next. They would rally and head out again at first light.

We islanders had emergency signals for a reason. We didn’t abandon our own. We took care of each other. We fought for each other. The only way they would give up on me was if I signaled the situation had gone tits up.

Otherwise, they’d dock tomorrow.

And Nav was right here…waiting.

I needed to find a bra and figure out how to slip away from him long enough to hang it out a window. I was sure I’d find more clothes in one of these rooms. The hotel wouldn’t have been completely empty at the end of everything. But would Nav let me leave to look?

“Do you think I could explore the rooms and see if anyone left any clothes behind?” My tone was casual, but my pulse wasn’t as I glanced at him.

His gaze swept over my exposed legs, but he didn’t say anything.

Silence was actually promising. Better than a flat refusal.

He’d left to get me a shirt when I’d asked. Sure, it’d been a trade, but a trade for what I liked, not anything serious. Why not try another trade?

Taking his silence as a sign that he might be willing to negotiate, I returned to the bed. He watched my approach passively, but I knew what he was thinking when the tent twitched. Just like I knew I’d need to offer something better than information to get him to agree.

His pupils grew larger in the dim light as I pulled the blanket back and climbed on top of him, legs closed this time.

His hand immediately settled on my back, rubbing the skin just below the shirt, warming me.