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Oakley swallows, looks at Kyan one more time, then turns back to me. He gives the tiniest of nods.

In an effort to save ourselves, I kiss Oakley. It’s electric, a shocking jolt of energy zinging into my muscles. Oakley’s lips are soft, and he’s big and masculine, kissing me back lightly. I haven’t kissed anyone in…forever, and I forgot how good it feels. I kiss him back, moving my lips, and he moves his too, harder.

“What a good little mousey.”

I glance over at Kyan, cheeks burning.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Kyan grins. “Keep kissing him.”

CHAPTER FIFTY

Day 9

Holli’s kisses are like ICEEs. She’s so cold and angry, and yet the second our lips touch, I feel her softening. The sweetness is there, melting around the edges, and I can just taste it behind her frozen exterior. Smoothing the ice that made her snap at me.

My skin heats at the memory. I don’t like being snapped at. Also, what the hell is Kyan doing?

“I said kiss him again.” Ky’s voice is cooing. His voice is that same seductive tone that he used on me when we first met, and I’m ashamed to say a dark thrill raced through me at it. But I’m still confused. Is Ky one personality? Wyatt is another? What the hell does that even mean? If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s clowning us both because this seems crazy.

But then Holli is leaning in again, looking up at me, and a roll of annoyance hits me. She listens to whatever he says, but she cuts me off? And isn’t he jealous watching me kiss someone else?

I clench my hands as best I can with them bound, thoughts bouncing around in my head.

Ky isn’t jealous. He shook me off him in the rain after he got me right where he wanted me. He left me. He left me and then acted like someone else.

A dangerous thought enters my head. What if he were someone else? What if Ky didn’t shake me off? What if it was Wyatt?

That thought takes hold. As I think it through, a tendril of hope washes through me. If Wyatt shook me off, then Ky didn’t reject me at all.

Then Holli is back, leaning over and kissing me again while looking at me with those pale blue eyes fixed on mine, that shock of white hair framing her face, looking like my fox. I keep my mouth pressed together till I realize her eyes are open.

She’s kissing me with her eyes open.

My mouth parts a little in shock, and Holli’s pupils widen. And for a second, I'm caught up in it, dick growing stiff in my pants. Holli looks at me with a mixture of lust and fear and something that scares me. Something that demands I follow her lead.

And as much as it pisses me off, I fucking like it.

Ky makes a sound, and I look over. He’s adjusting himself in his pants, not taking his eyes off us.

So, definitely not jealous. A thrill of victory fills me.

Not jealous. Kyan didn’t reject me. The relief I feel is instantaneous.

“Take his dick out.”

There’s a moment of silence after Ky’s muttered demand. And a demand it was, full of growl and heated intention. I meet Holli’s gaze as my dick hardens further.

Fuck, I’m getting hard, and he’s making her do this? Shame twists my gut. I shouldn’t be hard, but Holli is one of the most beautiful women I’ve seen. She’s strong, brave, and ten times the person I was when I came to this island. I’m ashamed that the idea of those slender, capable hands all over my cock makes it throb in my pants.

I realize that she’s looking at me. Looking deep into my soul, like all my insecurities are laid bare.

I clear my throat, shuffling and looking away.

She faces Ky. “My hands are tied.”

“You can stroke cock with your hands tied in front of you.”

“You don’t have to,” I whisper, and the words come out like gravel. I don’t want her to touch me if she doesn’t want to.