“Fine, fine,” I say, flippantly, to cover up the fact that I just humped a spanking bench in front of them. “It won’t happen again. I will obey my brother from now on. Just let me go,” I beg.
Kellan’s hand gently strokes down my back. Nolan carefully unbuckles the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Oren helps me straighten up, his usual flirtatious grin softened into something different.
I can’t even look at them. I hide my flaming face, and as soon as I’m free, utterly humiliated and still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, I blindly go about finding the bathroom in another en suite altogether. I don’t want to talk about it. Ever.
Chapter Nine
Clover
No. I’m not going to sit around in this bedroom all day and all night until they decide it’s safe for me to leave. It’s been an entire twenty-four hours since I was spanked and came all over the bench like some amateur.
I’ve taken one of the rooms for myself and hidden there the entire time. At least they brought my luggage to me.
I’ll be running out of vacation days soon, and that would defeat the whole purpose of my being here. The purpose being to purge myself of them. That would be more likely to happen if they were not here on the island with me, in the presidential sex suite, commanding the space around them like they own it.
I don’t want to die just yet, obviously. But if someone was going to off me, they had plenty of time to do it before now. If a sitting duck had a name, it’d be mine.
With my mind made up, I slip into the shower and spend a long time cleansing, oiling, and moisturizing my skin. With my hair behaving for once, I’m just gleaming from head to toe.
I came to The Hook Up Resort to get over them, and here they are, interrupting my ‘pilgrimage’ and being very angry about it, too.
I didn’t ask them to make it their life’s work to look after me. I’d rather they ignore me altogether than be here upsetting my mind and body.
Also, just because they’re here doesn’t mean I can’t go ahead with my plan, which I was in the middle of executing when they dropped onto the island huffing and puffing like three angry full-grown dragons.
I let the lotion sink into my skin while I roughly blow-dry my hair, opting for unbothered beach waves to match my setting.
I also keep my makeup light. Then I search my luggage for that one dress Alessia insisted I buy, in case I decide to dance the night away, since it’ll bring out my inner siren.
Well, it’s certainly not going to hide anything, I think, as I hold it against my body. Right now, it’s just a tiny white dress with red rose print, but the clingy fabric is supposed to stretch over my skin like a second layer.
My fingers fall on the infamous red lace-and-satin bra and panty set. I brought it with me to burn in some ritualistic purging ceremony, but it would be better than that to reinvent it, give it a new purpose, and christen it Harry, the handsome guy I should be doing the deed with if they hadn’t arrived and ruined it.
The only way to get over unrequited love... I mean, lust is to get yourself someone requited.
I don the underwear—the g-string is so tiny I do second-guess myself for a moment—then shimmy my body into the sleek ankle-length body-hugging dress. I adjust my boobs, trying totuck them in, but the bodice insists on a generous display of cleavage.
Nothing I can do about that, so I make sure the bra’s lace isn’t sticking out anywhere and tuck the bra straps under the dress straps.
I layer on some perfume, and lastly, I slip my feet into a pair of high-heeled sandals. Then, before I lose my nerve, I transfer a couple of items—phone, lip gloss, and tissues—into a clutch purse and step out of the room.
My steps falter for a second at the mere sight of them, seated in the living room. My body immediately heats up before I shut that shit down. Nope. They’re yesterday’s news, and I don’t care that they’ve showered and are currently wearing track bottoms and t-shirts and looking like casual gods with the absolutely immodest display of their perfectly muscular bodies, and the fresh scent of their cologne sneakily infiltrating my synapses.
They look up from their laptops, then stand up and, like a perfectly orchestrated symphony, slip their hands into the pockets of their track bottoms and narrow their eyes at me. For a split moment, the air thickens around me, and I don’t know whether I heard their deep intake of breath or saw their jaws clench. But I raise my head and stand tall.
“I’m going out.”
“You’re not,” Kellan says, his tone so decisive, I almost want to obey him and go back to the room.
“I’m stuck on a private island with what—fifty miles of radar coverage?” I demand. “Anything that comes anywhere near this island gets flagged, alarms go off, the whole place locks down—“ I point to the sleek machinery they’ve set up on the dining room table. It looks like they got it directly from NASA or something.
“One hundred,” Nolan cuts in.
“What? A one-hundred-mile radius?” I gesture toward the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking almost the entire island. “Even better,” I say with enthusiasm. “That’s not security, that’s... That’s literally overkill. Overachievers,” I mutter under my breath.
“But that’s my point proven. So we have more warning than I thought, which means I’m completely safe here. Now, I’m going to go out and enjoy my vacation—“
“Not in that dress, you’re not,” Oren says, his gaze drifting down my body. I can’t help it, my cheeks flush, and the tiny sliver of panties I’m wearing gets a little soaked.
