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Chapter 30

Message in a Bottle

Sam

The bottle spins slowly, and fuck if it doesn’t land on me again. I stare at the bottle and then glance up at the naked engineer. He’s focused on Haley, with a shit-eating grin on his face. It’s like he’s asking her how hard he can go. Her eyes flick to the floor and then back to Calvin’s face. She gives the slightest of nods. And fuck me. She’s given him permission to do his worst—or best. I guess that depends on whose perspective I look at it from.

My heart thuds, smacking against my ribs. Am I really going to go down this path? I want her. Fuck, I’ve never wanted anyone so much in my life. When I was with my ex, we didn’t even hold hands in public. This is another level.

Calvin’s hanging on to the beam in the ceiling, naked. Then again, he played football. He’s used to being naked in front of other guys. Damn, I’m not shy, I’ve never been shy, but this is more than I ever thought I’d do. I’m not one to back down, though.

What am I doing? I’ve never succumbed to peer pressure before, never drank until I was... well, I was nineteen, but that was old by the standards of my neighborhood. I’ve never done drugs. But fuck. Haley’s a drug. She is the most amazing kind of drug. And I’m addicted.

“Sam.” Haley’s blue eyes light up the room. “Truth or dare?”

Shoulders back—I’m not taking the easy way out. “Dare.” My heart thuds in my ear, and I stare at Calvin’s face. His eyes flick to mine and back to Haley.

“Right, okay, Sam ,” Calvin stresses my name. “Drop your pants and sit in the chair in the middle of the circle.”

My forehead furrows.

“Calvin?” Haley whispers.

“What, Chiefie? He wants to play, he needs to follow the rules.”

Dante chuckles, reclining on the floor next to me. “You going to spell out the rest, Green? Or are you letting Sassy take the lead?”

Calvin gives half a shrug, and Haley’s eyes are glued to his abs. She shifts back and forth on her heels, then sucks in her lips, thinning them. That pink bra of hers doesn’t cover much.

“You want to play, don’t you, Sam? I mean, if you don’t want to, I’ll take your torture for you,” Dante bellows. “He hasn’t spelled it out, but?—”

“No offense, Sam, I’ll take your place.” Easton wiggles his eyebrows at me. He holds on to his glass of amber liquid.

“Same,” Zane says.

I unfurl and stand tall, every vertebra in my spine clicking into place. With slow steps, I move to the chair. Locking eyes with her, I unfasten my belt, let my pants drop to the floor. I’ve had plenty to eat, but I’ve lost weight since the whole thing went down. I’m not ashamed of my body. I’m lean, fit. But I’m also not twenty-five anymore.

Calvin whispers in Haley’s ear but it’s loud enough for me to hear. She nods. Her blue eyes sparkling.

“Shirt, too,” Haley says. Her eyes travel the length of my legs. She inches closer to me. I’m not afraid. I want this. I’ve dreamed for months of her touch. Crazy, that’s what this is, but I want to do it. I need to do it. It’s not much of a dare, having the woman I’ve been thinking about for what feels like eternity take my dick in her mouth. Yeah, but then I wasn’t thinking it would be in a circle of her other boyfriends.

“You heard Little Bird. Don’t be slow.” Zane cocks his head at me.

I pull the hem of my shirt over my head and let it drop behind me. Haley’s got the cutest little smile on her face. And all I’ve got on is my underwear.

She steps closer, latching her fingers around my neck as she leans in, her warm breath soft on my ear. “You okay?” she whispers.

“Better than okay.” I take her lips in mine and kiss her. Her lips are soft and warm. She tastes of chocolate and?—

“Sit, Sam,” Calvin barks.

Haley breaks the kiss. Her eyes are dilated, and through her pink bra, her nipples are hard. I sit on the Italian leather dining chair that’s become the center of the circle. My brother Charlie once did modeling for art students at the local college. He said you get so used to taking your clothes off that you forget about it. When there are dozens of eyes staring at you, it helps to pick one person to look at. But then, Charlie also took home plenty of art students to his boat for a private session.

I’m focused on Haley and only Haley. I hold my hand out, and she takes it and lowers herself to the ground.

“Catch,” Zane says. He throws a thin horse pillow at me. I catch it with my free hand and place it on the floor, moving my feet to either side.

Haley slowly moves between my legs. Her hands trail down my sides, leaving wakes of goosebumps.

I close my eyes for only a second, taking in the deliciousness of her touch. It’s something I want to always remember.

“Make sure not to get that precious pillow dirty, Sam.” Dante laughs again. But neither Haley nor I turn.

“You are so beautiful.” I run my hand along her neck, tilting her chin up to me. Now she looks away. “Really, Haley.”

There’s a rustle to the side of us. Easton’s moving closer. “He’s right, Firefly. Nothing compares to you.”

Her shoulders round. Damn this woman. If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to make her understand how special she is. This isn’t about her being here; this isn’t about anything other than her.

She lifts her fingers and trails them around my abs, inching closer to my groin. My cock jumps toward her touch. And I have to grit my molars to keep from coming before her lips have even hovered over me. I’m wired to go in an instant.

“Sam?” She runs her finger over my abs.

I have them gone in an instant. I sit, and my cock jumps at her.

Her head bows, and she licks up the underside of my cock. I’m shivering and hot all at once. When her lips close over me, my eyes drift shut and I have to force them open to watch the goddess on her knees in front of me. I’m not worthy of her—none of us are. She’s amazing. She has one hand around my waist, and the other grips the base of my cock. Each thrust into her mouth is tantalizing.

“Fuck, you’re doing such a good job,” I grit out. The air scorches my throat as I pull it in. Her hand wraps tighter around the base of my shaft as she works me into her amazing mouth.

“Damn. I bet she’s wetter than the ocean. We need to check,” Dante says.

My eyes snap open and over to him. Fuck, I almost forgot they were even in the room. My vision stops when Haley stops.

“No,” Calvin says, his eyes wide. “This is a dare; wait your turn, Chef.”

There’s noise in the room, but she’s the sun. Her blue eyes water as she pushes me deeper down her throat. Her tongue swipes along the underside of my head, and I’m gone. My hand in her hair, I hold her snug to me. Taking me down. I don’t even hear how she’s gagging. A snap of my consciousness and I let her head go, giving her the ability to pull back. She doesn’t, though. She sucks harder, and my back arches in the chair, vibrating. My vision blurs on the ceiling, my arms hang loose at my side, as I twitch with the electricity of my orgasm. I’m gone.

She doesn’t stop until every ounce of me is spent. I slide out of her mouth. Somehow, I right myself. Her blue eyes are glued to mine.

Zane gives her a cloth, and Easton hands her his glass. She tips it back, drinking it down, and her shoulders shudder when she hands it back to him, still on her knees. She straightens, watching me as she does. Her ponytail is a mess; her lips are swollen and red. I thought she was beautiful before, but I’ve never seen someone so enticing. She’s spun sugar in front of me.

“Look at you, Sugar.” I rest my elbows on my knees and pull her to me. Kissing again. Taking the thirty-year-old Scotch from her lips.

“Dare complete,” Calvin growls.

Haley steps away, a smile on her lips. I reach out and pull her back to me until she’s sitting on my lap. “I don’t know if this is fair. It’s Haley’s birthday, after all.”

She wraps her hands around my neck. “I’m having a good time. This is a lot of fun. Don’t you think?” She gives me a quick kiss and jumps from my lap, snatching the bottle from the floor. Message received. Earlier in the wheelhouse, she told me that she wasn’t going to give them up to just have me. I need to share.

My lips purse as I stand. I’m getting hard again already. I drag the chair out of the middle of the circle. “Give it a good spin. If it lands on me again... I won’t mind,” I say.

She laughs. “Everyone needs a turn.”

“Birthday girl rules.” Zane tugs on her hand, pulling her onto his lap, kissing her quickly and setting her on her feet again. “Give it a good spin, Little Bird.”

She holds the bottle above her head and walks around the circle with slow steps. “Ready?” Her wrist flicks, and the bottle spins. It wobbles and slows, Easton, Zane, Dante, me, Calvin... I think it might land on me, but it keeps going. It almost stops on Calvin, but then, like a magician’s rigged show, it jumps and stops on Easton.

Easton’s face lights up. “All right,” rolls off his tongue.

“The bottle has spoken,” Dante says.

I reach for my pants, but Dante hooks them with his big toe and tosses them across the room. I’m about to say something when Haley moves to Easton. “Truth or dare?” Haley asks. Her back is to me.

“Dare. I’m an open book. You can ask me anything anytime, Firefly.” His eyes roam over her.

She steps to the side.

Easton inclines his head at me. “What’s it going to be, Sam?”

“I already said I don’t think it’s fair that the birthday girl is doing all the work.”

“I thoroughly agree. Firefly?” He takes Haley’s hand and leads her to the center of the circle. With a flash, he drops down in a low squat. His hands trace up her legs. With a hook of his thumbs, he pulls her shorts down to her ankles.

Haley’s got one hand in his hair, the other gripping her breast.

Easton grabs her sides, and she leans backward into his embrace. It’s intoxicating, an acrobatic show that’s more practiced than spontaneous. He lowers her to the floor—Zane’s ready with a pillow at her head before she hits. Easton rocks off his toes to his knees. He pushes up her bra, getting it out of the way.

I find myself tilting my head to get a better view. But when he lifts her leg around his back, her toe points, and fuck if I’m not going hard again already.