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Doc

The way her hips sway when she walks—highlighting that succulent ass of hers—is making me hungry. I would kill to have her sitting on my face right now, but that will have to wait until we get to the resort.

“Dibs,” I say to Clyde as I rib him playfully.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, “You mean sloppy seconds.”

“No, dumbass,” I reply with a laugh, “I mean for her in a bed . Actually, if we brought the rules with us, you’re officially at the back of the line now, buddy.”

When he gives me a withering look, I grin and clap him on the shoulder as we continue toward a set of escalators.

Jesse and Calla are standing on a step a few down from the rest of us, having a quiet conversation between them, and I’d bet anything that he’s trying to weasel his way into my spot.

No fucking way, I think as I shake my head. I haven’t had a turn to fuck her in a week, and that puts me at the top of the heap.

Speaking of heaps…

“Do you think she’ll go for it?” I ask Clyde. Billy turns to the side and rests his back against the moving railing as he suddenly includes himself in the conversation.

What I’m asking about was his idea, and to be honest, I’m quite proud of him for coming up with it.

I’d love nothing more than to see all of Calla’s holes stuffed with our cocks, cum dripping down her inner thighs, out of her mouth, out of her fucking asshole— Relax, I tell myself as my dick starts growing in my jeans.

“Who says she has a say in the matter?” Clyde replies with a sly grin. “If she wants to keep fucking us, she’ll do whatever the hell we tell her to.”

“It’ll be fun,” Billy adds in his quiet tone. We both turn our eyes to him and smile when his face blushes crimson.

“That it will,” Clyde agrees with a nod. “That it will.”

Here’s hoping the rest of us get a chance to fuck her, too, I think when I see the dark look suddenly cloud his eyes.

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I roll my shoulders when we finally find our baggage claim area, then settle in for another ungodly wait.

I like traveling—it’s one of my hobbies—but I never cared for how long it takes to get a fucking bag off a slow-moving carousel.

“They should just let us carry these things in the main cabin,” I grumble as I put my hands on my hips.

“Wouldn’t that make the plane too heavy?” Clyde asks me curiously.

I shake my head. “Baggage goes under the plane. I just think they don’t want to deal with the overcrowding it would probably cause.”

“Hm,” he replies indifferently, and he shrugs.

I watch fondly as he grunts, crosses his arms over his chest, then shuffles closer to Calla.

He never likes it when she pays attention to any of us individually, unless it’s him or he’s included, so the fact that she’s spending so much time talking to Jesse is probably grinding his gears into dust.

A loud, annoying horn starts to blare incessantly, followed by a red light turning in a circular motion, and the damn conveyor belt finally starts moving.

“God, I thought we’d end up sleeping here,” Jesse grumbles as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Yeah, one outburst from you and they’d put us on the next thing flying back to the States,” I tease with a laugh.

Jesse gives me a withering stare, but his lips twitch, giving away the fact that he’s not exactly pissed off about my crack.

Still, I think that’ll be the only one I manage on this trip, so I won’t end up taped to the bottom of the plane on the way home.

“Doc, come get your shit!” Clyde calls out after ten minutes pass. He tosses my duffle bag on the ground behind him, then turns his attention back to the conveyor belt. I roll my eyes.

He’s the conquering hero—or at least, he likes to think that he is, but the flaw in his little referendum is that he’s not exactly gentle.

With anything.

Words, luggage, Calla.

Nothing is safe from Clyde’s bullshit, but we all fall in line when we have to, because no one wants to upset her to the point of finding another group of men to quell her desires.

“ Jesse —”

“Throw it, and I’ll make one out of you, ” Jesse cuts him off cheerfully as he walks forward and takes his bag from Clyde.

I smirk when I see him shrink a little in fear because God knows that Jesse’s been dying to hurt someone.

I don’t know which part of him that happens to be, though.

The genius or the madman.

As he comes back to stand next to me, I start making small talk to try and keep him preoccupied as Clyde continues to play Skee-Ball with everyone else’ s luggage.