I looked between the men, wondering if they were completely insane or only a little insane.
“Don’t you guys want to, I don’t know, focus on surviving?”
“My little savior, it looks like we will be mostly gathering firewood and sitting around trying not to expend too much energy.” He was close again, his lips basically brushing my ear, “I don’t think our little trial will expend too much energy,piccola salvatrice, do you?”
Maybe I was the insane one, because I was truly considering it. I mean, two beautiful men were asking me to be their practice lover, and well, they weren’t wrong. It looked like the next week or two would be full of being hungry and doing my best not to think of the horrible possibility of no one ever rescuing us and us slowly dying on this piece of rock. What Ettore and Jin Woo were offering me sounded much more pleasant.
“So, how far would we go?” I asked.
I was surprised that it was Jin Woo who answered me; it seemed that he was the more reserved one, but it would make sense, they had said that they were both into it. Here was the proof.
“Hmm, maybe…this?”
Slowly, as if giving me the time to pull away, he leaned forward, two of his fingers on my chin, tipping my face just slightly upwards. In a slow, smooth movement, he pressed his mouth to mine, slowly parting his lips as if giving me a taste of what was to come. Ettore didn’t give me a moment to breathe; he replaced Jin Woo in a second, his lips practically scalding mine, a fine boned hand holding my waist with a grip that wasn’t soft or gentle, but hard and predatory. I loved it.
When he pulled away, I was breathing hard, and both of the men were looking at me carefully as if waiting for some reaction, me cursing them, slapping them maybe, but that was the furthest thing from my mind.
“Ok, alright,” I mumbled.
Jin Woo dropped a light kiss on my cheek, smiling in a very self-satisfied way.
“Thank you,naekkeo.”
“Um, you’re welcome.” My brain still mostly mush.
Across the room came a disgusted groan, and anger flashed through the bubbling lust in my stomach.
“Did you say anything? Did you not understand what I said outside?” I said to the lump, who wasn’t a lump, who was also shipwrecked with us.
There was no response.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Our littlesalvatricehas claws,” Ettore mirthfully said, as he caught up one of my hands and kissed the back of it.
“I like it,” Jin Woo responded, as he pulled me into his lap and scooted both of us closer to Ettore.
“Hey!” I was definitely not used to being very gently manhandled.
“What?” Jin Woo said innocently, “This way we can all fit more easily under the blanket.”
“And it’s easier to do this,” Ettore leaned over and pressed a kiss to my neck before pausing like he was going to pull away, and then dropped another higher up my neck, and then one behind my ear, and then nipped a bite, halfway down my neck, laving his tongue over the place where he had bitten. Again and again, he bit me, his tongue soothing the delicious burn until I was almost writhing in Jin Woo’s lap.
His lips were wet, and there was a hunger in his eyes when he pulled away from me. There was no laughter in him now. Something hard underneath me distracted me from his dark, burning eyes, but before I could fully process it, I was sandwiched between them again.
“Someone liked that,” Ettore chimed in, the levity once again in his voice, “Don’t worry, little one, once Jin Woo calms down a bit, you’ll be back in his lap.”
I worked very hard not to think about how much it pleased me that I, well, Ettore and I, had turned Jin Woo on that much.
“You know I’m very much not small, I’m definitely not petite, and I am taller than most women. Even in Norway, most women are like 5’6 or 5’ 7.”
“Well,” Jin Woo’s voice was a little rougher than it had been before, “you are smaller than us, so it’s ‘little one’ for you. I think you’re the smallest person on the island.”
“Tch,” I sucked my teeth, “there are only five people on the island. That’s not saying much. Plus,” I poked Jin Woo in his, wow, incredibly hard, stomach, “you all are freakishly tall.”
“We’re notthattall,” Ettore chimed in, but I was not listening anymore.
What were the odds that four tall men, who were not worried at all about water quality, and who could survive a dip in the frigid Atlantic Ocean without any real consequences, were all on the same island at the same time?
