Page 18

Chapter 18

Thrusters

Dante

When I found the two squares of baker’s chocolate and the small tub of sugar, I knew exactly what I had to do with it. Haley’s been talking about chocolate nonstop around the campfires at night. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a marshmallow s’more? ” Which I find gross, but I would make them for her if I had the rest of the ingredients.

Damn, her hot little mouth closes around my dick. She swipes up around the underside with her tongue and sucks me in deep.

“I’ll make you chocolate sauce every day I can.” I’m going to toss that damn yacht looking for chocolate.

Haley pulls at the blindfold, but Green catches her wrists again. “No, Chiefie. You need to feel us. Each one of us. We’re yours. We need you to remember that in the coming days. I love you. And they might not have said it yet, but they do too.”

I flick my eyes at Calvin. I would do anything for Haley. And I love her, but I’m not going to have another say it for me. Those are my words to give and my words only.

The noises from where Zane is eating her out change. He’s sucking on her clit. Her hips bounce; her back arches. Her greedy tongue flattens on the underside of my head. But I want her to come, let her thrash about with all of her reckless wildness. I pull out of her, and she reaches for me. “No, Sassy. Take what Zane is giving you.” I can’t. I can’t take it. I lean down my head next to Green’s knee. I suck her ear lobe into my mouth, and when I let it out, I whisper—and I don’t whisper, ever—“I love you. Don’t you ever fucking forget that.”

Her head falls into Calvin’s lap. She’s shocked. I don’t have to see her eyes to know it. How can she be shocked? It drives me batty that she doesn’t know how special she is.

Calvin leans forward and kisses her. I sit back on my knees and suck on her breast. My hand wrapped around my cock, I pump in time to her hips grinding on Zane’s face.

Her moans muffle in Calvin’s mouth. She’s close.

“That’s it, Firefly.” Easton runs his fingers over her breasts.

I need her. Fuck. From the far side of the platform, I find my new bowl of coconut oil lube. I scoop some into my palm and take one of Haley’s legs away from Zane. She’s not going to last long. Not with what I’m about to do. I coat my pinky and wiggle it under Zane and Haley until I find the bud of her ass. I push it in, and she flies off the cushion, bouncing. Calvin’s mouth is long gone. She screams into the night. It’s amazing. She leaves me breathless. I push my finger farther into her ass.

“Your dick isn’t going in there,” Easton says. I expected it to be Calvin.

“Not yet, but one day.”

“Fucking never,” Green adds.

“We’ll see.” I push my pinky all the way in. Zane’s got two fingers riding her wave, his thumb on her clit.

She settles back on the mattress. What’s the etiquette as to who gets to take her first? I have no idea. But my cock is out and I’m naked. And Zane’s moved to get her a cloth. He’s such a gentleman. I’m not. I’m a South-sider who sees an opportunity.

“Sassy,” I say, and I grab her legs, wrapping them around my waist. My cock is balanced on her entrance. I push in. Shit, there is nothing better in the world than this girl. Sharing her is better than none of her. Actually, sharing her is better. I love watching her come apart. Her riding Zane’s face. Shit. “You good, darling?”

“So good.”

I push the rest of the way in, to the hilt. Even as wet as she is, I give her a little time to adjust to my size. It takes a special kind of woman to ride my cock. Oh, all the girls think they want a big guy. They squirm at the size. But actually taking it, riding it? Yeah, that’s a special kind of girl.

“Dante. Fuck, is she good and wet?” Zane drops down to her side, his finger grazing her tit.

Easton’s sucking on her neck, licking the last bit of chocolate from her pale skin.

“So wet, aren’t you, Sassy?”

“Yes. It’s good. Really good.”

I yank on the side of her butt cheek, flashing it to Zane. I raise my eyebrows to him in the dim light, and he gets the message. His hand cracks down on the side of it.

Haley screams.

“Did you like that, Sassy?”

“Yes.”

I lift the other side, and it takes Easton a second to get the message and move away from his dessert. He evens her out. The noise this time turns to a moan.

Calvin takes her hair and pulls her face back to his. His lips devour her. Her moans are muffled by his Viking head. I slam into her harder, my relentless pace taking her and pushing her into the giant.

On each side, I see both Easton and Zane working themselves, their dicks rigid and ready to explode.

I lean back, and Easton works his hand between Sassy and me. His finger finds her clit. She rockets off with the second brush of his finger.

She screams, “Dante.” Her pussy begins to flutter around me.

“Come for him.” Calvin’s voice is deep and hard, his eyes wide. Our Viking likes watching too.

Her voice echoes through the forest. Hell, they might even be able to hear it on the mainland, wherever that is. Her orgasm slams into me, and it takes me over the edge with her. It’s never-ending, the waves that come over my body. Calvin rips off her blindfold. Fuck, it’s exactly what I need.

Her sleepy blue eyes hold mine as I ride out the last wave, my hammering slowing to a rocking motion. “Damn, Sassy. You are the best. There’s no doubt about it.”

I’m slow to move away from her. My cock is still hard, and I’d like to keep it in her for longer, but I can’t―etiquette and all. Sharing is part of the game here. Not that it’s a game any longer. Nothing about this is a game. This is real.

I take the cloth Zane has gotten ready. It’s weird to have washcloths and clean towels. Gently, I wash her before crawling up her body. I kiss her lips and work down her jaw to her ear. “I love you. And not because someone said I do but because it’s true.” I won’t whisper it ever again. No, I want to shout it from the top of the map tree. And before she can answer, I kiss her again. She tastes of chocolate and Sassy, which is better than chocolate any day.

“Dante,” she says. I see it on her face.

I shake my head. She doesn’t have to say it back. I’m not needy like that. Not that I think in a million years I’m deserving of her love. No, she’s a three-Michelin-star restaurant and I’m cold fast food takeout. I run my hand down her shoulder and move to the side. We’re in this for the long haul. And I’m not talking about just tonight.