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I don’t know whatthe hell is wrong with me. Maybe there’s something in the air on this island or in the fruit. But it’s not normal that I’m lusting after multiple men.
Omigod! What am I talking about? I noticed each one back at Hawthornes, but never in my wildest dreams could I imagine the circumstances I am in now.
If I seriously sit down to think about what I did with Mr. Coldwell…shit…Foster.
His name is Foster.
I fucked a teacher! I’m going straight to hell.
And what about the wild sex!
I mean, sure, I’ve had sex before, but not like that! Foster took it to a whole new level, and I don’t know how any man can compete with that.
Not so long ago, I told everyone that I had no intention of being in any relationship, and here I am, crushing on every male on this island who has a dick.
Except Astro, because as much as I think he’s attractive, he has the personality of a fruit fly.
There is no damn way I will ever have sex with that asshole.
And probably not with Jack either. We had our moment for some odd reason. I was seriously contemplating it, but I still think he’s a vampire. I’m not sure how I can kiss someone who licks ancient sacrifice alters, and I don’t care about the weird connection we had or how attractive I think he is. I can’t go there. Maybe he’ll want to wear a vial with my blood sample around his neck. That’s just some sick shit I can’t get into or consider as a turn-on.
Byron. He’s intelligent, funny, and really, really attractive. Except I don’t think he likes me very much. He’s a little temperamental, and he's under some impression that I’m pretentious. So, if anything were to happen between us, it probably won’t happen for a million years. He’s not on the same wavelength as any of us.
Foster. AKA Mr. Orgasmic. And that hot body of his is sinful. When I saw him undress, I couldn’t help but rake my eyes up his toned torso, tanned skin, and perfect abs, not just once but several times. I drank in the sight of him like a dehydrated camel stumbling upon an oasis in the middle of the desert, with a level of thirst that could rival a cactus at high noon.
His cock? The devil.
And don’t get me started on that talented tongue because I may slide my hand down my panties and go down the merry memory lane.
Foster Coldwell knows how to touch a woman, and that’s all I’ll say on the matter.
Zane Jones. He’s an open book. I usually don’t crush on a guy that’s so openly attracted to me. I like a bit of a challenge, but he’s a nice guy, and I don’t want to be just his friend. I want the whole nine yards and then some. He’s tall and athletic like Foster, with these beautiful, deep amber eyes that I could get so lost in.
Everything about Zane is physically beautiful. But I can’t help but think there’s something else about him that confuses me, like earlier when he had used the aloe vera on my face, and I opened my eyes to meet with his, and his eyes seemed to hold a big void. I don’t know what that is but I think it has to do with what he left back home in Nevada.
“You know, if you keep rubbing those pants against the rocks, they might disintegrate.” I turn to see Zane coming towards me, shirtless, and I’m stunned and silent.
It’s those pecks and the centrally placed tattoo that runs down the middle of his defined torso. Those abs are carved from stone.
What I would do to get him naked because I can feel my pussy ache and throb for this guy.
I lay my shirt and pants on some dry rocks and remove my cotton vest.
“Will you join me for a swim?” I ask, knowing exactly that my next move might make or break whatever relationship I have with Zane.
This place is pretty hidden, nestled within the heart of the lush, exotic jungle. We’re surrounded by towering emerald trees adorned with vibrant orchids and dangling vines. The water is a mesmerizing shade of azure, shimmering in the dappled sunlight that filters through the thick canopy overhead. A waterfall cascades from the rocky cliffs above, its crystalline waters tumbling into the lagoon below with a gentle splash.
I proceed to unhook the back fastening of my bra and lie it next to my other clothes. Before my cheeks go bright red, I shimmy down my panties and dive straight into the lagoon.
“Taking a leaf out of Astro’s books?” Zane asks, smiling, but there’s no hiding the bulge in his pants. I felt his eyes burn on my nude body the moment I started removing my undergarments.
“When in Rome….” I shout back as I swim to the middle. “Come on, Zane! You’ll love it! It’s liberating!”
I watch him remove his shoes and socks and then drop his jeans, and he’s just in his tight black shorts. Without a second thought, he pushes them down and kicks them away, and I get a good eyeful of him before he dives in.
“Be careful. The fish in here might mistake your peen as bait,” I joke and can’t help but laugh at the instant expression on his face.
“That’s not funny,” he says with an amused smirk on his face, but I don’t miss the side-eye glance he gives the water, and I dive my head under to stop the hysterical laughter that’s ready to explode from my mouth.
