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“Because you’re not ready for it.”

India frowned, but didn’t press the issue.

Rafe took her hand in his. “Come on. It’s dark out and we might as well get some sleep for the night. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

She shook her head, pulling her hand away and scooting out of his reach. “No. We’ll talk about this now, and could one of you toss my dress over to me?”

Rafe grabbed his shirt and handed it to her. “Here, try this on. I think I might have ripped the front of your dress.”

She groaned before taking it. “Other than my underwear, it’s the only article of clothing I have.”

“Well, you’re welcome to our shirts. We don’t need them, or feel free to walk around naked,” Grant teased.

India didn’t look amused. She moved closer to the fire and put Rafe’s shirt on. It looked better on her than it ever did on him. His cock grew hard at the way it crested over her gentle curves.

Silence fell between the three of them, making Rafe tense. He wondered what she had to say. Was she going to tell them this was a one time deal? If that was the case she was out of her mind. He stood up and grabbed his pants, stuffing his legs in and then yanking them up. Rafe began to pace the cave, full of nervous energy, trying to find the right words to say.

“You two have done this before, haven’t you?” India finally broke the quiet.

Rafe looked at Grant, not trusting himself to speak for fear of saying the wrong thing. Grant was much better with words than him, more tactful and didn’t normally blurt out the first thing on his mind.

Grant slid closer to India.

India turned away from him. “Do you mind putting your pants on, please?”

“Why? My nudity didn’t bother you before when we were fucking you.”

Rafe lifted a brow, surprised at his friend’s response. That was something he would have said. He dipped his head slightly to hide his smile.

India didn’t share his amusement. “Must you be so crude about it?” She looked into the fire, stubbornly refusing to meet either of their gazes.

“No, but neither is it necessary for you to play the vestal virgin when we all know you’re anything but.”

For a minute Rafe thought India would strangle Grant for that comment, but instead her shoulders sagged in defeat. “You’re right. I’m acting like a prude, but I’m sure you can imagine this is a weird situation for me.”

Grant nodded. “I’m sorry.”

She shrugged. “It’s alright. I think we’ve all been crazy these past few days understandably. But back to my original question: have you two done this before?”





Stranded





Chapter Nine


India waited in tense anticipation for one of them to answer. Something told her that they had been with one woman simultaneously before. She could sense it from the way they looked at each other, speaking without uttering a single word. Their movements had been too practiced, too in tune with each other for it not to be the first time they’d done something like this.

The closeness between the two men was palpable. Not knowing why, India envied it, wishing to be a part somehow. She wondered if participating in threesomes was something they did often and it made her wonder if she was just another piece of ass for them? Did they want her only because she was the only woman on the island?

“We’ve done this before,” Grant finally answered.

She closed her eyes against the harsh truth. “How many times?”

Rafe raked his fingers through his hair. “It isn’t what you think.”

“It doesn’t matter what I think. I want to know how many times it happened.”

Rafe took a seat next to her and she tensed, hoping he wouldn’t touch her because if he did, she knew she’d fall into his arms.

“Several times. I can’t remember how many exactly, but it was with the same woman. Before you condemn either one of us, will you at least hear us out? It’s a complicated matter.”

India snorted. “How complicated can it be? You two get your rocks off by tag-teaming the same woman.” The second the words left her mouth, she regretted them. When put like that it sounded so dirty. Judging from the anger blazing in Rafe’s amber eyes and the open-mouthed bewilderment on Grant’s face, she’d gone too far.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, but I don’t understand.”

Grant took her hand and brought it to his lips. “Then let us make you understand.”

“Fine. Make me understand, though I doubt you could. You have to admit there’s something strange about two men…well I mean men are usually so proprietary. I don’t get how you two have come to the decision to do something like this.”