THEIR_VIRGIN_PRINCESS (28 page)

The old Alea would have wondered if he simply didn’t want
her, even in the face of massive evidence to the contrary, but the dark doubt
that had been with her since the day she’d been taken had finally begun to
fade. The very act of loving her men seemed to have turned down the volume on
those voices in her head. She heard different voices all of the sudden,
their
voices telling her that she was
beautiful and sexy and worthy.

She didn’t hesitate, didn’t feel self-conscious. She
felt…new, free. She moved to Cooper, her body sensuous and alive.

Cooper shook his head. “Lea, baby, you’ve got to be sore.”

Even as he said the words, she could see how his cock pulsed
with need, the purple head weeping.

She was sore, but it was a delicious ache. “I need you,
too.”

Dane and Lan were suddenly on either side of her, helping to
settle her on Cooper’s lap.

“We have to face facts,” Lan said with a smile. “We’ve
created a monster.”

For once, Cooper didn’t get the joke. He tensed under her,
his cock beneath her pussy, still long and thick and begging. “Please, Lea. I’m
dying to be inside you.”

She groaned with pleasure as she lowered herself, and
Cooper’s cock began to penetrate. Each of her men were so different, and all so
good. Cooper’s cock was thick and seemed to almost immediately find that
special place deep inside her. She’d been so sure she couldn’t possibly come
again, but as Cooper gripped her hips and thrust up, she felt the stir of
orgasm teasing along her skin.

“Lea,” Cooper’s voice was breathless. His hips never stopped
their rolling movement. “You’re so beautiful, baby. It’s feels so good.”

She stared at his gorgeous, masculine face, the strong jaw,
the chiseled cheeks. She looked into those deep dark eyes, and the connection
leapt between them, so much more than merely physical. She moved with him,
their bodies finding a rhythm that was uniquely their own. Comfort and desire.
She found a lovely blend with Cooper.

“You feel incredible. I’m so happy.” She had to say the
words because they were true. How long had it been since she’d felt this sense
of joy? Perhaps never. Perhaps this was the kind of happiness that only
happened when everything fell into place, when a person’s puzzle was complete.

“Me, too. So happy. Oh, god, Lea.” Cooper picked up the
pace, his face tightening.

One deep thrust sent her over the edge, and this orgasm was
the cherry on top. He called out her name again as he clutched her to him.
Pleasure flooded her system as she felt Cooper’s cock deep inside her. Then he
came, filling her with everything he had.

Lea let her body fall against Cooper’s, their chests
cuddling together.

She forgot about the past. She didn’t think about the
future. She just let herself drift in this sweetest of moments.

* * * *

Cooper forced his head up as he watched Alea come out of the
surf, her naked body revealing itself to him with every footstep she took. She
brushed her hair back with a scrub of her hand and turned her face up to the
sun. Just like that his cock went to full mast, come-on-baby, take-me
erection.
 

Damn, he liked paradise.

Four weeks and five days. They had been on the island for
all that time without a hint of rescue, and he was beginning to wonder if he
even wanted to see a plane.

Alea looked so relaxed, so fucking full of joy. Her
shoulders weren’t up around her ears, and she’d just stopped wearing clothes
around day fourteen. That was fine with him.

She took a long breath and looked around the beach. As she caught
sight of him, a bright smile lit her face. She looked so carefree, so
uninhibited. He wished he could take a picture, but the batteries on their
phones had died weeks ago. But he wanted to capture her like this. He never
wanted to see worry in her eyes again.

“Hey, did you check the traps?” Alea asked as she stood in
the shallows, wringing out the water in her hair.

This island was like a fucking protein basket. They all
looked a bit leaner, but everything here was so fresh and healthy. He felt great.

“Yep. We’ll have fish for lunch and some nice roast pork for
dinner. Dane’s been roasting that last pig real slow for two days. When I saw
him earlier, he was shoveling pineapple into the pit for flavor.”

His stomach growled a little. He was pretty sure that a
month into being stranded he should be begging for food, not wondering if Dane
wasn’t overcooking their dinner. He’d gotten picky about his wild boar.

Alea laughed and threw herself onto the sand beside him.
Yep. They would be getting right back in the ocean before they headed to camp.
She sighed happily and put her head on his shoulder. “I see Mr. Happy is making
an appearance.”

She’d named his penis, and she’d done it real damn well. His
penis was happy. Fucking thrilled, in fact. “Baby, that’s his permanent state
around you.”

He moved his arm so he could get it under her neck, cradling
her properly. He had to admit, he loved the nights when all three of his
brothers loved her, but he also enjoyed these long afternoons when he had her
to himself. They’d taken to splitting up alone time with their girl. Nights
were for the family, but afternoons were split shifts, and mornings were all up
to Alea. Whatever she wanted. If she wanted to be alone, they allowed her the
illusion that she was. One of them was always watching her because she was the
most precious thing in the world and they weren’t about to let her drown or
fall or have anything bad happen to her, but they let her be.

Afternoons were all about relaxing, and nights were for
exploring.

Yeah, he was in no hurry to go to back to civilization. He
kind of loved island life.

She giggled, actually giggled, and turned her body into his,
one leg tangling between his, the intimacy doing strange things to his heart.
“I think you’re all just permanently aroused, but I love it.”

He was glad because they were all on her at least twice a
day. He kissed her, relaxing because eventually Mr. Happy would get what he
wanted, and Cooper was damn straight content to just lay with her for a minute
or two. “I think Dane wants to play with his flogger tonight.”

Dane had built a Tropical Dungeon. He’d been busy, using
their knives and his constructed weapons to build their shelters. Shelters.
Because Dane wasn’t happy with some craptastic
Survivor
hut. No. Only the best for his former CO. He’d managed to
put together a sleeping shelter with luxurious pillows and blankets they’d
saved from the plane, a shed for food and water storage. And he’d found a cave
in the inland that he’d tricked up so they would be comfortable during storms.
He was the MacGyver of island living.

And Lan was the provider. The dude could kill shit. He had a
freaking sixth sense when it came to hunting and fishing. Their bellies were
full every night thanks to him.

Cooper was proud to be the workhorse and the medic and the
all-around Alea whisperer. He’d once wondered what role he could play in this
family, but he’d discovered that he was the peacekeeper. When the other two
didn’t know how to talk to their woman, he was the one they turned to. They were
all way better now, but there were still points of contention.

She still wasn’t ready to handle them being on top of her,
and there were still plenty of acts that set her mind spinning back to her
captivity.

Alea rose up to one elbow, looking down on him. Damn, but
she was sweeter though. “What do you think the flogger is like? I don’t know
much about it. I’ve heard the word, but I don’t really know what it means. I
know sailors used to get flogged on occasion.”

He had to smile. “It’s not quite the same, baby.”

“Is it like getting whipped?”

He didn’t want her to worry. They were trying to move her
slowly into the BDSM fun. “Not at all. There are a lot of different kinds of
floggers, but my personal favorite is deerskin. It’s soft. We can have another
one made at some point. But before we would ever play around with it, we would
let you touch it, get to know it. It wouldn’t hurt. It’s more like a massage,
but it can get you into subspace.”

Her gorgeous dark eyes rolled slightly. “Yeah, you guys like
me there.”

“Do you like it there?”

Her head came back down, resting on his chest, the sun
shining down on their bodies. “You know I do. It’s very relaxing. Who knew that
I would find a spanking ultimately relaxing?”

But spanking hadn’t exactly achieved what they wanted it to.
They’d been trying to get her to open up, to talk about what had happened
during her captivity. It wasn’t some perverse curiosity. Until she talked about
it, she couldn’t really heal, couldn’t move on.

Cooper wasn’t dumb. This idyll in paradise was a complete
break with everything she knew, everything that weighed on her and dragged her
down. It was easy to throw off stress about tomorrow here because she didn’t
have to worry about being a princess or the press or family obligations. She could
be their island lover. He got that, but they had to think about the future.

They had to think about what happened when they were back in
Bezakistan. If they got back to Bezakistan.

She nuzzled his chest. “If I relax anymore I might die. You
guys won’t let me do anything.”

“Because we love to take care of you.” He rubbed his hand
along her back, down to her ass. He loved her ass. She’d been wearing the plug
for a couple of hours every day, going up to a bigger plug twice now. She was
almost ready to take them. God, he couldn’t wait. No matter how many times he’d
gotten inside her, every damn time seemed like the first.

“I think it’s because I ruined the conch that second night.
No one will let me near the fire. I can learn, you know.”

She was a horrible cook. Seriously bad. Like had a curse on
her bad. “Baby, I like to cook. Don’t take that away from me. Here, come give
me a kiss.”

She’d gotten good at fishing with Lan. He was even teaching
her to throw a spear, and she’d become the freaking queen of weaving together
palm fronds for their ever evolving roof, but he wasn’t letting her near their
food.

“Fine, but we’re going to talk about this,” she said,
getting to her elbows and bringing her mouth close to his. He loved the husky
quality of her voice. She gave in to pleasure so easily now.

But he hated the boundaries that were still between them.

He lay back, letting her take the lead when every cell in
his body wanted her flat on her back with her ankles around his neck, screaming
out his name.

She leaned over and kissed him, her tongue running along his
bottom lip as she reached for his cock. Her small hand played with his balls,
cupping them and rolling them before she stroked up his length and let her
thumb swipe across the head of his cock.

Fuck, she was getting so good at that.

He brought his hands to her hair, tangling them in her damp
strands and holding her mouth to his so he could settle his tongue in. This was
what he loved. She softened beside him. He started to roll her on to her back.
Little bits at a time. Ease her into it.

She pushed back. “No. Not like that.”

Frustration started to well. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t take
her any way she would have him. It was that she wasn’t even trying to push past
her fears. “Lea, baby, can we just try?”

She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t like it. But you like this.”

She kissed his throat, an obvious attempt to deflect the
problem.

“I want to talk about it.” He really did, but he adored the
way her mouth was covering his skin, her hands running across his muscles.

“I want to make love.”

“Lea, how are you going to take all three of us if you won’t
let anyone on top of you?” He forced himself to sit up, his erection
complaining mightily, but this was an issue they needed to address.

She frowned, sitting up and back on her heels, that
‘imperious princess’ look on her face. He wondered if she’d been taught that
look, the one that let everyone know she was royal and they were not. “If you
aren’t interested, I’ll go find Lan.”

“Lan wants to be on top of you, too. We all do.”

She frowned, her eyes turning down. “I don’t understand
why.”

“Because it will mean you trust us.”

She softened slightly. “I do trust you.”

“To a point. Talk to me. Give me part of this burden, baby.
You don’t have to keep everything rattling around inside you. Just start
talking and let it out. It’s a poison in your system until you do.”

Her fists clenched and for the first time in weeks, he saw
that icy persona she used to wear like armor. “You don’t know what you’re
talking about, and I would thank you to leave it be. I don’t ask you to bare
your soul to me, and I would appreciate it if you would stop trying to delve
into mine.”

He lay back, hating that cold tone that crept into her
voice. They’d made some progress with her body but not her soul. “All right,
Lea. You’re right. Go find Lan. I’m going to stay here for a little while, soak
up some sun.”

He knew when he’d hit a brick wall. He closed his eyes
because he couldn’t watch her walk away.

And yet she didn’t move. Her hand crept back to his chest,
her palm over his heart. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. “I’m scared to
talk about it.”

There was a crack in that brick wall. Finally. Maybe they’d
done more good than he’d thought. He didn’t open his eyes, giving her some
cover, but he put his hand over hers. “There’s nothing to be scared of.”

She was quiet for a moment. “Why can’t things stay like
this? I like it like this.”

Now he opened his eyes, focused on her. “Things change, Lea.
We can’t stop them from changing, but if we really know and love each other,
then maybe we can change together. Lots of people start out in love and they
really mean it, but that love dies because a couple of years down the road,
they’re not the same people anymore. And it doesn’t work anymore because they
never really knew one another. I want to know you. I want to know your past and
the you right now. I want to grow with the Alea of the future. But I don’t know
how we do that if you keep all the doors closed between us.”