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I contemplate mouthing things likeare you okay,but nothing comes out of my mouth but a sigh as Colin’s cock pokes harder into my slit at the perfect angle, hitting my swollen clit. My eyes squeeze shut, and I lose all concentration. He hasn’t done it purposefully, but still it’s happened.
“I’m sorry,” he says, under his breath as to not draw too much attention to the movement. “I didn’t mean to, it’s just—”
“It’s fine,” I say back quickly, letting the words fall dead in the air.
“What’s fine?” Brad asks, hugging me in tighter.
Once my composure has collected, I glance back over at Zane who's making his way to the foot of the enclosure. At first, I think he’s angry, that he’s leaving. But once he steps outside, I hear a few logs snapping as they’re tossed into the fire and I guess he’s just doing his part. At least that’s what I tell myself.
“You think he’s okay?” Colin asks Brad. “He’s been off all afternoon.”
I think I know why he’s been off, but I don’t dare say anything. My chicken shit attitude is still winning this game I’m playing with all of them. I’ll tell Brad everything in the morning, privately, maybe somehow away from the cameras. I can’t embarrass him like that in front of everyone. Not after all he did for me last night in the hotel. He’s the first person in well… forever to make me feel like I was more than a tool. He made me feel special. And look what I did with it… I proved him wrong.
My head pounds as Zane pulls the bamboo back from the shelter entrance. “I’m going to touch your feet,” he says. “My hands are warm.”
I’m not sure what to say, or what’s happening, but he doesn’t wait for me to comprehend it. He just touches my skin with his big warm hands, massaging my feet as though it’s the most natural thing. He must have heated his hands by the fire. Warmth rushes deep within my bones as he moves his rough hands up my legs. Inch by inch he works me over, moving up my calves, and onto my thighs, my core aching more and more with each touch.
“Does it feel good?” he asks, his gaze on mine with intent.
I moan nearly inaudibly as he continues working his way up my body, lingering around my core before lifting his muscled frame up into the enclosure to straddle my waist.
Colin and Brad back ever so slightly, giving him room to work as he carries two hot stones in and sets them beside me, moving his hands back toward them periodically to warm before touching me again. Slowly, he moves his palm over my hips, his flaccid cock sweeping against my thin panties with heat. He’s not excited. Maybe he’s just being kind. Besides that, he’s a lot older than me. Maybe he genuinely feels a need to protect me. Staying focused, he moves over my waist, onto my stomach, and toward my breasts. He doesn’t touch them directly, but he moves around them closely.
“The bandana is wet,” he says. “You should take it off.” He looks toward Brad. “I think I have a dry t-shirt she can drape over her until I’m finished.”
My heart races at the thought of taking any more clothes off. We’ve been told there aren’t any cameras in the enclosure, but I’m sure Jane could’ve had something tucked inside when we weren’t looking. I mean, I guess I’m nearly naked as it is. That, and I am damp and starting to shiver, so I do as I’m told, without telling him how wet my panties are too. My hand stays pressed over my breasts as Brad helps me untie the back of the bandana and lobs the oversized t-shirt into place.
Zane warms his hand again against the rock, then moves over my arms, toward the back of my neck and down over my shoulders, massaging in small circles as he glides across my skin. The length of his dick drags over the top of me, tucked away in his swim trunks. When he reaches my neck again, he bends down toward me, lowering his chest onto mine as he works a muscle that’s admittedly tight at the very top of my back. Back and forth his body moves, his eyes on mine, his motion consistent and steady as if he were thrusting into me.
I’m being warmed, but a chill runs the length of my body as he continues the motion, his cock now harder and poking against me. His movement is consistent with friction over top my swollen clit. A rush of excitement hits my core and drives through me as tension builds at the base of my spine.
Am I going to come? Is he really going to make me come right here through my panties, with only the friction of his cock?
With a firm grip on the back of my neck he growls, his stare on me in the dim shadows as a gush of warmth puddles into my panties and release melts my muscles motionless, forcing a full aching moan from my lips, pausing everyone’s movements.
Brad’s hand grips my hip and Colin’s hold of my hand is steady as Zane’s now erect penis glides down over top my slit, grinding against my swollen, throbbing nob as he drags himself off of me.
“Feel good?” Zane’s eyes are on mine, a Cheshire grin on his face as though he knows full well what he’s done.
I nod and swallow hard, unsure of what to do or say.
“Good,” he says sliding back into his place on the bed. “Now maybe we can get some sleep.”
Chapter Eleven
Brad
Sara lays motionless in my arms most of the night, humming quietly in her sleep as though she’s finally relaxed. I couldn’t be more thankful to Colin and Zane for helping her out. Hell, I want to say they were even feeling a connection with her too, which is a relief for all the guilt I’m feeling. There isn’t a day that goes by that I’m not thinking of Mari or the life Colin, Zane and I shared with her, but having Sara in my arms to hold has made things a hell of a lot easier.
“Rise and shine,” Jane says into a bullhorn outside the bamboo hut.
My eyes open slowly, and I burrow Sara into me further. I can’t imagine a day where this ends. Of course, I’d rather be holed up in the house with bacon and eggs on the horizon for breakfast, but I want Sara there next to me.
Jane’s bullhorn stirs Colin up from his side of the hut. He doesn’t waste much time, only scans toward Sara and I before quickly heading out. Zane must already be outside. He’s an early riser for the most part. I’m sure he’s been scouring the shore for anything we can use since four a.m.
“What does she want?” Sara asks, her voice groggy. “Please tell me this isn’t another stupid—”
“I have a game to start you off with this morning,” Jane says, her voice sing-songy and maniacal. The tone settles like an unwary lump in my stomach that rises and falls like an untethered buoy.
