“What about me?” Hannah Davis asked, the last of them to arrive in the small villa. Hannah wore a large tank-top with nothing underneath it, meaning that the large arm holes showed almost her entire breast from the side. The tiny string bikini bottoms she wore did little to hide either her ass or her front, as she was currently sporting an impressive bit of camel toe.
After testifying against Rhona and her organization in the trial, Hannah had been found innocent of any possible charges and was free to go. Except she'd had nowhere else to go – she had both worked and lived in Rhona's estate, which was now government property. Megan and Emma, each quite fond of Hannah, felt they owed her something, and with a little help from Troian and JoAnna, they had gotten Hannah a one-way ticket to their little island paradise. It had been a little awkward at first, as there wasn't a whole lot of room in the bed for all three of them, but once Hannah had gotten used to having Emma fall asleep atop her, she'd felt right at home.
Still, there were others they might send for. Jennifer Lawrence was almost done her physical rehab, and since she was released from Remy Hadley, some of the girls felt she was at least owed an invite, assuming Olivia Wilde and Jessica Chastain didn't snatch her up first. Navi Rawat's most recent relationship had fallen apart (her third since the adventure at Rhonaland) and Hayden remained a little worried the EMT was going to keep trying to get into Troian's pants. Hayden had asked Roselyn if there was anywhere on the island for Navi to stay.
And then there was Kristen Bell to worry about. The FBI agent, having finally found and dealt with her white whale in Rhona Mitra, had up and quit the agency a week after the case had wrapped in court, and not two days later ended up finding Roselyn and Alicia during a supply run to the other island. If nothing else, Kristen Bell knew how to track a criminal, and she'd tracked the SF8 to their hiding place in no time.
Of course, she wasn't a Fed anymore, and there wasn't an extradition treaty anyway, but Kristen had made it clear she was going to buy a villa on the one third of the island the girls didn't own, and that she'd be keeping an eye on them. It had been Blake Lively who told Kristen to get some good binoculars, because it was going to be one hell of a sexy show.
Between the new girls, the visitors they enjoyed having, and the sexy little former FBI agent spying on them, there was a solid argument for building a couple more villas on the eastern side of the island. With Alicia, Roselyn and little Joshua in one, Shay, JoAnna and Angel in another, Megan, Emma and Hannah filling up a third, and Blake and Jason in the fourth, real estate was at a bit of a premium, especially when it came to beds.
Outside on the beach was a different story. Plenty of room for hammocks, a few chaise lounges, even just blankets on the sand. Megan was sure she'd be making use of one of those outdoor places to fuck Emma senseless, especially now that Hannah was here to help.
“Come on, Hannah, we're going to go have sex.”
“We are? But I was going to take my horse out for a stroll-”
“Sex first, horse later,” Megan said, using her free hand to grab Hannah's arm and yanking both her lovers towards the door.
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