Izzy paced frantically back and forth on the beach just below the plane. She was racing to come up with a plan to get Kelsea out of there. “Izzy?” Louis said from behind her.
“What do you want douche bag?” Louis face darkened, his brow furrowed and it was clear by the look on his face that he was genuinely upset.

“I’m sorry Izzy. For everything, but I really do like you and I would like another chance to prove it to you.”

“You want to prove it to me Lou, find a way into that plane. I need to get Kelsea out of there!” but just as the words left Izzy’s mouth, a hand wrapped around her waist while another settled over her mouth. Louis eyes widened in shock in front of her. Izzy could hear a scuffle breaking out but her wrists were so quickly bound behind her and a blindfold put over her eyes, she didn’t really have much of a chance to react.

~*~*~

“Niall?”

“Yeah Zayn?”

“Did Kelsea say she was going to take a bath and…” Zayn swallowed trying to moisten his suddenly very dry throat, “cover her nude body in bubbles?” Niall stopped playing with his controller as Zayn’s words sank in. The pair stared at each other not really knowing what to do.

“Should one of us go check on her?” Niall suggested, licking his lips. He couldn’t help but wonder why the plane had suddenly become so excruciatingly warm. Zayn’s eyes narrowed as he looked at his not so naïve friend.

“If one of us goes, we both go.”

“Think she’ll go for that?” Niall asked.

“Only one way to find out mate.” The pair shut of the TV and video game and made their way to the back bedroom. Zayn knocked softly on the door to luxurious bathroom and waited.

“Yeah?” Kelsea called from inside.

“Can Niall and I come in?”

“I’m in the tub,” Kelsea answered.

“Well, we were thinking we could share the tub. To conserve water. Go green and all that stuff. We could help you wash your back.”

Kelsea grinned from under the blanket of bubbles covering her skin. She knew what they wanted and it had absolutely nothing to do with conserving water or helping her to get her back clean. If anything, she’d be even dirtier after they got through with her. What surprised her though was her reaction to the whole thing. She wanted it. Badly. Maybe it was because she’d only ever had sex once before with a guy she was seeing back in her last year of high school or maybe it was because it wasn’t very could sex because he never made her orgasm. Maybe it was because secretly she liked both Zayn and Niall and if she had to carry anyone’s child she’d rather it belong to one of them or maybe she was just curious because she’d never done anything like this before or maybe she was just down right horny because outside that door were two of the hottest guys she‘d ever seen, and they both wanted her.

Whatever the reason, she found herself longing, yearning and needing their touch. She wondered what it would feel like to have them filling her up. Kelsea shifted a bit in the water, suddenly conscious that the water in the tub had become unbelievably warm. She gazed out over the ocean through the small window just above the tub. Should she? She wondered biting her bottom lip.

“Kelsea? Are you alright?” Niall asked from outside the door.

Kelsea didn’t really know how to answer that question, her mind was still racing. What if she gave herself to them? What if a baby were conceived? What then? What would happen when the game was over? Would she be left by herself with a child to support but no one to stand by her and help her? There were no doctor’s on the island. Who would deliver the baby? What if there were complications? The more she thought the more she couldn’t believe that anyone had ever thought that this would make for a good reality show. Doubt and fear consumed her, replacing all her lust and desire in a matter of seconds, and suddenly she found herself sobbing.

“Kelsea?!” Zayn panicked from the other side of the door. “We’re coming in!” Both he and Niall were very concerned. Kelsea was crying harder than she had after Ryan spanked her. Like something had literally broken her heart and they hated to see her that way. Zayn settled on the side of the tub next to her and cupped her teary eyed face in his hands. “Niall and I care about you Kelsea. Please talk to us and tell us what’s wrong?”

Taking a deep breath Kelsea began. She told them exactly what she was feeling and expressed all her worries to them. She told them everything, and after about an hour of her talking and them listening she felt as though a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Both of them swore to her that she wouldn’t be left alone with a child, if one were to be conceived. For now though, if she wanted, they would pull out. If she wasn't sure, they wouldn't force the issue.

"Just let us love you for now, Kelsea," Niall told her, sitting behind her in the warm water. He laid back so that her body was propped up on his and used his legs to hold hers open. “Game or no game, we're just dying to be inside of you," Niall seductively whispered in her ear. Kelsea couldn‘t help but groan. "I hope you’re ready because we're both going to be inside of you at the same time. I hope you can handle it, princess."

Kelsea didn't care how they did it as long as someone gave her some attention, she needed it soon. She was dying not just for the sex but also the feel of their hands on her now heated flesh. Zayn positioned himself at Kelsea's entrance as Niall used his free hand to rub himself against Kelsea's slippery bum. Kelsea could no longer form words; she was all nerves and need. Niall began to kiss her neck as Zayn swooped down to her lips, kissing her hard and greedily. Without warning, they both entered her, filling her from the back and front. Kelsea let out a little yelp as Niall slid into her backside but almost immediately, she was filled with pleasure. Both of them moved in sync with each other and soon Kelsea was screaming their names. Zayn pulled back and slammed into her hard making Kelsea moan out loud. A series of 'oh fucks' left her lips as she raised her hips to meet Zayn's thrusts and give Niall room to enter her more fully.

Soon, all three of them were screaming in orgasm. Niall pulled out of Kelsea's bum and spilled into the water. Zayn on the other hand, seemingly forgot what he had agreed to and emptied himself as deep into Kelsea as he could. As he came back to himself, he looked down at Niall and Kelsea and then at his softening member, still buried deep in Kelsea. "Umm, oh shit sorry?" Kelsea slid off of Niall and down into the water, hoping it would all wash away. Niall reached down with a soapy loofah and tried to help but she pushed his hand away as the tears started to fall again. She was terrified now. What if Zayn ended up getting her pregnant? Could she handle that?

~*~*~

Izzy struggled and pulled at her bindings. She was terrified. What if it was Ryan that had grabbed her? He would kill her for sure. She felt fingers run down her cheek and tears sprang from her eyes. No, she was not going to give this fucker the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

"Shh, I'm going to untie you. Be as quiet as possible. We don't want to wake them" It was Louis and he was saving her. Them? Did Ryan have help? He got her hands free and removed the blindfold before picking her up into his arms. "Let's get you out of here, yeah? Those two were so wrong for doing this."

"Who, exactly?"

"Liam and Harry. They didn't want you ruining Kelsea's evening and stopping the course of the game."

Izzy lowered her head and let the tears flow. She was right it was all a game to them. Louis wrapped Izzy’s hand in his and led her out of the cave. “Where are we going?”

“Back to the plane. I care about you Izzy; I’ll help you get to Kelsea.” Suddenly, strong arms wrap themselves around Louis chest. “Liam, stop being a dick and let me go!”

“Look whose cock blocking now you traitor!” Harry shouted grabbing Izzy from behind again. Izzy couldn’t take anymore; she snapped her head back and cracked Harry in the nose. Harry’s grip on her was released immediately; Izzy stumbled forward in an attempt to gain some stability, but failed. All three watched in horror as Izzy fell amongst the rocks and cracked her head. The last thing Izzy remembered before being surrounded by darkness was her name being shouted and hands gripping her body.

“Jesus! Back off!” Louis yelled at Liam and Harry. He was beyond pissed. How did the game turn into this? “Someone needs to get to the plane and call Simon. I’m done with this game. He needs to send help, and send it now!”

Liam and Harry stared at Louis. They knew he was right, the game had gone too far and now Izzy was seriously hurt. The problem was, they weren’t ready to give up just yet. Jacques was screeching uncontrollably in a nearby tree. He saw Izzy go down and his animal instincts told him that Izzy needed help fast. He bolted towards the beach, swinging from tree to tree as fast as though his little monkey balls were on fire. He grabbed a rock and scooted up the steps to the aircraft where he started banging on the door for dear life. After a few minutes when he realized that no one was coming, he swung himself up onto the roof of the plane, and started banging there.

Meanwhile, inside the plane, Niall and Zayn had managed to calm Kelsea down enough to get her out of the tub. The skin on the inside of her thighs was red and raw from her frantic scrubbing. They had helped get her into the ‘Teddy’, and then laid her down in hopes that she would be able to get some rest. Zayn felt terrible. He hoped that Kelsea wouldn’t hate him, because the truth was, was that he really liked Kelsea. He hadn’t meant to break his promise, but she felt so good that he just got caught up in the moment.

~*~*~

Izzy slowly sat up, holding her head. Louis rushed to her side, not sure if she should be moving around at all. Harry and Liam stood guiltily to the side with Harry chewing his nails.

"Get off me bitch, my head is killing me."

"Let me see how bad it is. We may need to get you off this island. Be still and let me look," Louis told her moving her hair out of the way.

Izzy hissed as the hair around the wound tugged, "Ouch, ya asshole."

"Don't curse at me, I didn't do this to you, Harry did," Louis said, growing impatient with Izzy's cussing. "You know, ladies, shouldn't curse so much.

"Who are you, the vocabulary police?", Izzy snapped.

Louis carried on his examination as if nothing happened. The cut didn't seem too bad and probably could use a good cleaning so it didn't get infected. "Harry go knock on the plane door and see if Ellen has a first aid kit, most of the stuff in Izzy’s kit was used on Kelsea’s leg yesterday. Now!" Louis demanded in a clipped voice. He would deal with those two later, for now he had to take care of Izzy.

~*~*~

Kelsea and the guys heard the manic pounding coming from the roof. Kelsea prayed that Izzy hadn't climbed up on top of the plane as part of her cock blocking mission. That girl has seriously lost it. Zayn pushed the button on the panel like he had seen Ellen do, to close the door. As soon as the door opened, a very frantic Jacques jumped inside and wrapped himself around Kelsea on the bed. "Nialler, what the hell is wrong with your monkey?" Kelsea gasped, a bit startled.

"One, he's not mine. He's a free spirit. Two, no clue."

"I bet Izzy sent him. She's dead set against Kelsea getting any action," Zayn said, staying far away from the monkey. Kelsea couldn't help but agree with Zayn and got up to set Jacques back outside. When she got to the doorway, she saw Harry running towards them, already out of breath and terrified. this couldn't be good.

"L-Louis needs Ellen's first aid kit. Izzy busted her head open on some rocks.

Kelsea panicked and ran, pounding on Ellen's door. Ellen answered holding a cigar and the book ‘50 shades of Grey’, "What's up Kelsea? Can I just say that teddy looks splendid on you."

Kelsea shifted uncomfortably, "Thanks, oh um Izzy needs a first aid kit, she hurt her head. I need to go see what's wrong."

"Oh, yeah. Umm, ok. I'll have to find it, slide some clothes on and we'll go see what's wrong." That's when the phone on Ellen's bed chose to ring. They all knew it was Simon. Ellen grabbed it quickly hoping he would tell her what to do here or at the very least, where the damn first aid kit was. Ellen held it to her ear and listened intently before walking to the door of the plane and giving Harry a very dirty look before pointing her finger at him, "You Sir, get consequences... from Simon." Harry blanched. This couldn't be good. Simon could come up with some very creative punishments when he wanted to. "Simon says you will represent your team in all the up coming challenges and they will be gruelling. Also, Mr. Styles. It's just you and your hand until Izzy's head is healed completely."

Simon was a cruel bastard.

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