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Chapter 3

Astern

Calvin

I grip my molars together without a flinch. The little vixen bit me. I turn to Easton, and he’s glaring at Haley. She’s obviously looking to him for support. “Don’t go looking at him for help. He’s on my side. Aren’t you, Rockwell?”

“This time, yes.” Rockwell’s staring at the long scratches on her arm. When I found her, she’d wedged herself into the thicket. I didn’t know if she’d come out in one piece. The few marks on her body are a lot less than she’s going to have when we’re done with her. Her eyes had gone wide, and I pointed at her to go back the way she came in.

Haley laughed. But I sure as hell didn’t. Later, we’re going to have a little talk about how far it’s okay to take these games. Because sometimes the girl has no common sense.

“How did you even find me?”

“Calvin gave me a beginner’s lesson on how to find a trail.”

“One you’re going to get tomorrow. And also how to run without making noise.” I grunt.

“You’re giving away all your trade secrets to the enemy.” She laughs and gives my ass a quick pinch. I hike her up to how I normally hold her.

“Not secrets, Haley, they might keep you alive someday.”

“I doubt I’ll be able to hide from a boar. But okay.”

I’m not going to bring up that she might have to get away, not from us, or from a boar, but from something or someone else. “We’ll start tomorrow.” While I’m sure it felt like a long way from the pool for Haley and Rockwell, we weren’t even a quarter mile from the main trail. I go straight back to it.

“Whoa, we were close.”

“We’ll work on directions and orientation too. Rockwell can sit in on those lessons. I don’t need to be rescuing him too.”

“I can take care of myself. Although I’ll be forever in your debt, Haley.” Rockwell runs his hand down her leg.

I let Haley down again, then turn and glare at her.

“What? Fine, you win. I’ll take my punishment and like it.”

That has me smiling, and damn it, I can’t hide it. “Hands in the air.”

She lifts her hands, and I strip off her shirt. Her breasts wiggle. And fuck, it’s hard to control myself. But this has to happen nice and slow. “Turn.” She turns. And I pull down her pants.

She’s facing Rockwell. He’s got his clothes stripped off before I can toss her pants up on the dry rock. The coconut with its golden liquid sits right where we left it. I tug off my shirt and pants. I’m as anxious as Rockwell. I’ve been fucking thinking about this for a week. I whispered to Dante, and he agreed to make us something to play with. Having all of us here for the first time might be the right thing for them. But not her. Not for me. I don’t want Dante anywhere near her ass with his monster cock. Damn. Not now, most likely never.

“Kneel before your queen, Rockwell,” I say.

He flashes a smile and takes her hand as he walks backward a few feet into the water. He drops to his knees and throws her leg over his shoulder. I move in close to her back.

I trail my fingers up the side of her arm to her neck. She tilts her head. “Good girl, are you ready to pay the consequences?”

“Yes,” comes out with desire. She tilts her head back as Easton’s tongue plays with her pussy. I pull her back onto my chest, taking her standing weight. We need her to be good and wet before we even start playing. I’m here for all the time it takes.

“Damn, Haley. You’re so hot standing there taking his tongue. Does it feel good?” I growl in her ear and nibble my way around it.

“Yes,” she gasps.

I hold one hand on her belly, and the other rings around her neck. My dick swells between her ass cheeks.

Haley picks up a sway that takes me to rock hard.

She moans. Easton’s working his fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Need more.” She’s got her hands in Easton’s hair. Damn, she’s pulling him out by it, but I’ll give it to him. He’s not letting her get away easily. It’s not until she grabs the side of his head and pulls up that he stops tonguing her.

“You’re such a naughty girl, Haley.” Easton grabs the back of her neck and pulls her in for a kiss. The smell of her on his lips has me dripping.

“Damn.” He drops to the water. “You want more? Take more, Haley. Just know you’re giving more. Fuck me like you mean it, Haley. You take your more.”

She pulls on my hand to go to him, but I stop her, spin her. The water sprays over Easton. He’s working his cock, watching her, watching us. I need to taste her. I kiss her, tasting her and him. All of it. My cock twitches. I drop my hand, and she wobbles backward. “Do it, Haley. Take what you need.”

Sucking in her lips, she looks at me like she knows this is a trick. “It can’t be this easy.”

“Oh, darling, there’s not going to be anything easy about this.” I spin her toward Rockwell. He’s like a greedy puppy waiting for his meal. She straddles him and sinks onto him. The sound of relief fills the jungle. She sets a pace. I let her. Then I’m on my knees behind her, my finger dipped in the coconut lube. I push on her bud. A slow pressure at first.

Damn, she looks good. Her ass in the air. She turns her head and looks back at me. “You ever done this before, Chiefie?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

“You know what I’m about to do?”

She nods. “Yes.” It’s soft. Too soft.

“You want to do this, Haley?”

“Yes,” she says, louder.

Sounds come from Haley, sounds we’ve only started to know. Mews and cries I want to memorize. I push in a little more and work a full finger in. “Slow down Haley. Easton, don’t you dare come, you rich, arrogant, entitled brat.” I’m doing what I need to do. “Make him last. You want us to be a team, a family. We’re doing this together. Understood?”

“Yes.” She hisses, her movements strained.

Another finger in, more lube, more time. I go wider, deeper, watching, listening for her reactions. The coconut oil is thin. It’s not the right texture, but it’s not stopping me. “You doing good, Haley?”

“So good.”

I knew she would.

Rockwell’s thrusts become more in sync with her movements, and I work on her eager body. Intoxicating noises from Haley make me drunk with pride for her, for us. This is fucking unbelievable. My finger stretches her, and when I can hold three in her, matching Rockwell’s rhythm, I pull my hand out and douse my cock in the remaining coconut oil and position myself at her ass. “You ready, Haley?”

“Yes, yes.” Her back stills, but her shoulders slope down to Easton. He’s holding her in place.

With a deep breath, I ease in, feeling the tight warmth engulfing me. So slowly I move forward. Until I reach my balls.

She throws her head back, a mix of pain and pleasure reflecting on her raised shoulders and in the way she’s rolling her neck. I can feel all of her. It’s so deliciously tight. She cranes her neck sideways. Haley’s eyes meet mine, and I can see her determination to make it through this experience. As her body adjusts to the invasion, I hold back, allowing her to take control and set the pace.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, my voice low and gentle. Fuck, she needs to say no. I’m not sure I can stop if she wants me to. I need this. So fucking much. It’s like a dam of emotion is waiting to break out of me.

“No,” she gasps out, her body fighting for each new movement we make. “Don’t you dare stop. Fuck me.”

The dam cracks. I grab her by her waist and take control. I fuck her into Rockwell, sliding backward.

There’s not a beginning of me, no end of her. We’re one. Fuck. I don’t want to be this tight. This is out of control. But my thrusts erupt out of me. I can’t stop them. One, one, one over and over.

Haley moans as I continue to pound her from behind. The feeling of Rockwell’s dick sliding in and out of her, coupled with my cock deep inside her ass, is something I could never have imagined. My mind races, trying to make sense of the sensations coursing through my body. Easton’s hands are right above mine on her hips. We’re pushing and pulling on her. It’s her I need.

“Oh shit, this is better than I could have?—”

Easton’s got his hand between the two of them. I want to swat his hand away from her clit. I want this to go on fucking forever, but then it’s too much. She needs to come.

“Please!” Haley cries out, her hips bucking beneath us. She tenses up, her shoulders rising. Her ass grips me even tighter. We’re so close to release. I hold her steady, not wanting to come until she does. My cock throbs inside her ass, pleading for ecstasy. It’s not easy holding back my own desire, but I know she needs me to be strong for her right now. “Do it, Easton,” I grunt through clenched teeth. “Let her come.”

Easton’s fingers find her swollen clit.

Haley screams as she orgasms beneath us. Her body shudders violently forward and back. Her walls clench around our cocks in a way that sends shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body.

“Hold tight, Haley.” I thrust into her again. My pace is frantic as waves of her aftershocks take me over into my own orgasm. Rockwell’s doing the same. Haley’s body continues to spasm, milking every last bit of pleasure from both Easton and me. Her cries of triumph and satisfaction reverberate through the jungle, our bodies still connected in a primal tangle. I’m holding her up. Adrenaline still surges through my body.

“Fuck me. I can’t believe we did that.” Easton pants, still holding Haley tightly around her waist. I pull out of her, an odd pride filling me as my cum leaks down her leg. I help her off Easton. There are bruises on her knees and hips.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” I step back off the rock, Haley in my arms.

“Ahh.” She screams. “Cold, no, not cold. Can’t talk. Too tired, so sleepy. Like I’ve taken ten thousand melatonin tablets.”

I avoid Rockwell’s stare. The little shit better not think this makes us friends. It’s something I wanted, and his dick was the right one, other than it being attached to him.

We float for a long time. Easton washes Haley’s hair with some of the soap Haley and Dante are trying to figure out how to make. Then we float some more. Until I pull her out of the pool onto my lap.

She bites her lip. It’s getting dark. We need to get back. I thought I’d feel relief, that this obsession would be cured. But it’s not. I’m sick with her. I’m not going to ever get over her. Fixated doesn’t even begin to describe it. I’m addicted. Dependent. I’ll never be able to breathe without her again.

Easton holds out her shirt. I smooth her hair out of the way and help pull it down. Easton holds up her pants. She’s already closed her eyes, her head on my chest. I shake my head no.

“Mosquitos are coming out,” he reminds me.

“Haley, give Easton your legs.” I help her turn.

She grunts but lets Easton put her pants on and then curls back up in my lap. I stand with her and walk back to the map tree. Easton’s got my clothes.