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Colin
There’s something about Jane I don’t care for. I didn’t mind her on television, it seemed she was playing the part of a narcissistic survival show host. Her obstinance and smart-ass remarks were funny and kept the show moving forward. In person though, it doesn’t translate as humorously.
The stage crew roll out a giant Jenga set with what looks to be questions written on the blocks. They bury the wagon with sand and step out of the frame. I’m beyond thirsty, so it could be dehydration, but I can’t for the life of me figure why we’re playing with blocks. Usually the first challenge of the game is diving for keys and throwing sand bags.
I twist off the cap to my canteen and suck back a long gulp of warm water, letting the liquid slide slowly down my throat as I watch Sara from the corner of my eye. She was thrown out here. She didn’t have time to mentally prepare for the hunger, thirst, and heat.
Jane holds out a handful of sticks and we all pull one and check the length.
“It looks like Zane will be starting us off,” Jane says, her lips twisted up in a curve as though she knows something the rest of us don’t.
I glance toward Zane, his big arms folded out in front of him. He didn’t want to come here. In fact, I think the only place he does want to be is back at work with his head under the hood of a car. Hell, I don’t think he’s caught two minutes of the show, but Brad and I managed to convince him this was easy money. We all have military backgrounds, and we’ve spent enough weekends camping in the swamps on long fishing trips, diving into alligator infested water to fix broken boat motors, and surviving flash floods that this was supposed to be easy money. Though now that we’re pulling blocks, I’m not sure what Jane has planned.
Stepping forward, Zane taps the center block out of the tower, then looks down and reads the question printed in red.
“Switch places with the most beautiful person playing the game.”
Zane drops the block into the sand and wanders toward Sara as though he’s relieved by his pull. It’s just Zane, Brad, Sara, and I on our side of the island, and she’s easily the most beautiful of the four of us.
Sara unfolds her arms and steps toward the tower, her bottom sandy from the beach. The curve of her body is doing things to me it shouldn’t be. Not only because Zane will lose it but because I’m pretty sure Brad has already put a claim on her.
Slowly, Sara taps out the next block, this one closer to the ground. “Give the person to your right a short massage?” Her voice ticks upward as she finishes the sentence, her gaze glancing up toward Jane. “This is a joke, right? I thought we were supposed to be digging up puzzle pieces and—”
“Since you showed up, the rules have changed,” Jane says, her long thin fingers stretching out on her bare shoulder as she circles her small frame. “Now let’s get started. It looks like Colin is to the right of you. So Colin, why don’t you sit in the sand. You’re so tall, I’m not sure little Sara can reach you.”
Sara turns toward Zane, Brad, and I, fixing her gaze on Brad first as though asking his permission. They seem to have gotten extremely close overnight and I know it’s eating Zane up inside. He isn’t ready for anyone to move on yet. Honestly, I doubt he ever will be.
“Go on now,” Jane says, ushering her in from behind the camera.
“This is fucking ridiculous,” Brad growls, stepping forward with a wide stance.
I run my hand beneath my nose, and side with Brad, though the thought of being touched by her smooth hands sounds nice.
I shake my head and push the thought away.Get it together.
Sara glances toward us, her voice strong and determined despite the obvious disadvantage Jane is pushing onto her. “It’s okay. I can’t let this woman win.”
Jane smirks as Sara walks behind me and reaches up for my shoulders.
“Sit,” Jane barks toward me.
My nostrils are flaring, but I want to make this as easy for Sara as possible, so I lower into the sand, as Sara runs her hand up and over my shoulder, massaging lightly over top the muscle.
I can’t deny the fact that it feels good having her small hands on my skin. She’s not tough enough to do much more than rub, but still it’s been years since I’ve had the delicate touch of a woman on me. I know we’re being filmed, but for a second, I nearly forget as my eyes flutter closed and the only sensation I feel is the heat from Sara’s body close to mine as the waves roll into the shore. I was jealous the second Brad walked away with her last night, but now I’m overwhelmed with envy. She’s beautiful, feisty, smart, determined to show Jane up, and her hands are like pure fucking magic.
The loud break of a timer buzzes and Sara lets go of my shoulder and moves back into her space beside me.
“Thank you,” I say. “I’m sorry you had to—”
“It’s okay,” she says, brushing it off like it’s nothing. “People give massages for a living. It’s not that bad.”
“Colin,” Jane says, ushering me forward to the blocks still tightly packed in front of us.
I glance toward Brad who’s still looking frustrated, then make my way forward. I just want to get this over with and get back to camp. We need to get some baskets in the water for fish or we’re all going to be hungry tonight.
I pull a block near the top out of the tower and read the message, double taking the note. “Kiss the most stunning contestant here. Start with their neck and move onto their lips slowly. The experience must last two minutes.”
My heart stops, but my cock throbs, each rationale conflicting with each other. An excuse to kiss Sara is exactly what my body wants, but my brain is riddled with disgust.
