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Chapter 45

Mess Hall

Haley

I’ve thought about this for weeks. I’ve sat on Sam’s lap in the wheelhouse while we were listening to the radio. We’ve made out. He’s had his head between my legs, and I’ve done some interesting gymnastics squeezing between the back bench and the map table. But we haven’t done anything with one of the other guys again. Mostly because it seems every chance they get, they keep me here on the beach and Sam stays on the ship.

The way they’re touching me, it makes me want to purr. It’s so easy to forget the storm raging on all around us, the dangers we face simply going to get a bucket of water.

“Little Bird?” Zane rubs his fingers over the top of my forehead and follows it with a kiss.

I smile up at him. He’s right, he always seems to know when I’m getting too deeply introspective. He always knows how to bring me back out with just a few words.

“Zane.” I reach around his neck and pull him into the mix of Dante, Easton, Sam, and me.

Dante has my nipple between his fingers. I tilt my head backwards, capturing Dante’s lips. Our necks twist together. Sam ducks his head, and his kisses trail down my chest. His tongue swirls around my clit, and a zip of electricity jumps through me.

“Our girl is on fire tonight. Sam, keep it going.” Calvin hovers near my knees.

Through my closed eyes, I see a flash of lightning. I freeze. But then there are hands on me everywhere. My hair, my feet, my breasts, my neck.

Dante’s fingertips run over my shoulders. “We’ve got you, Sassy.”

All the while, Sam’s working my clit. Easton moves behind my head and lifts my shoulders up. He eases my back onto his knees. My hands slide behind me, grabbing his hips. My body elongates, but more so, I can see everything Sam’s doing. He pushes his middle and ring finger inside my pussy. His eyes lock with mine, and then he finds a spot on the inside of my wall.

My hips jerk up and land against Zane’s hand. But there’s more there. He’s got my vibrator from my suitcase.

“You caught me, Little Bird.” His sweet voice sings with laughter, and I turn my head to him. He flicks it on, and his expression turns serious.

Sam’s hand moves with precious motion, but then Zane joins him with the toy focused on my bud. The vibrations travel to my bones. It frazzles my brain. I really am on fire. I’m going to need to stand in the rain when this is all done to keep organs from cooking. The vibrator pushes in a little.

“You doing okay, Little Bird?”

I mumble something. I’m sure it’s not English, or words at all.

Dante laughs. His hands swim over my skin. Calvin’s lips latch onto my nipple, and my view of Sam and Zane vanishes. My hands go to his blond hair, I push on his head, and he sucks harder. And Easton’s fingers run through my hair.

“Look at that. You’re so demanding, aren’t you, Sassy? She likes a little nip with her pleasure.” Dante grips me harder; Zane joins him in holding me down.

The pressure of them pushing on me, holding me down, makes me jerk harder. The balls of my feet press on the cushion. I’m a giant tethered with the ropes of my lover’s hands. I’m flying like a hot-air balloon. Behind my eyelids, the clouds part and stars light up my night. I’m screaming. I have no idea what I’m saying. Their names pour from my constricted throat. Sam, Dante, Calvin, Easton, Zane . Over and over again until I’m hoarse. My head thrashes from side to side.

When I turn my head, Easton’s cock jumps behind me. I’m bouncing as I come down. I’m not sure how I can come harder than I just did, but I know I will.

Dante and Zane’s forceful touches turn tender. Sam pulls his hand back and licks his finger. My glazed-over eyes blink, and energy rushes back into me. I’m upright. Easton’s behind me. Sam and Zane are in front of me. Calvin and Dante are to my left and right. But sitting up so quickly, I’ve shocked them into silence. If I didn’t have a plan, it might make me laugh. They’re all so doe eyed. I’m chewing on my lower lip when I put both hands on Sam’s pecs and push him over backward, then straddle him.

“Hey there, Sugar.” His voice rumbles through me, and shivers roll up my sides. He could ask me to do anything in that tone and I’d obey.

“Hey.” I’ve wanted this, and now is the time for me to take it. He’s naked. Like all the guys, when it happened doesn’t matter. I’ll count myself lucky. I wrap my hand around his velvety cock. His eyes close; his lips part. “I want you, Sam.”

“Then take me, Sugar. I’m yours.” His eyes open. “We’re all yours.”

“Damn straight,” Calvin growls.

I lift my hips and position Sam, then I sink slowly, slower than I ever thought I had the ability to, until I’m completely seated. I hold him there, absorbing everything that is Sam. His hands are on my thighs—fingers gripping me tight. He thrusts up, pressing into me even more. Hitting everything. I’m so full.

Sam hisses. “Sugar, you’re...”

“Home,” Zane says. His fingers glide over my spine and down to my bottom. The vibrator turns on, and he eases it into my ass.

Sam’s fingers dig into my skin. “Yes, home.”

“Relax, Little Bird. Don’t clench up.”

I can’t help it, but he’s right; it’s so much better when I relax. Dante’s lips are on my neck, and he moves to the tender spot behind my ear, the spot that makes me forget how to think. My brain turns to mush, but my hips take off on their own. Sam’s setting the pace, but I’m the one with gravity working for me.

The vibrator stops and is replaced with Zane’s lubed finger, one first and then two. The pinch of him stretching me makes me gasp, my eyes popping open.

Sam freezes, and his eyes snap open. He cocks his head to the side. “You okay, Sugar?”

“I’m good.” It pinches, but I know it’s worth it. The heights that Zane and Sam are going to take me to are worth it.

There’s a remnant flash of lightning from the passing storm, but it doesn’t send fear through me. Seeing the tension and ecstasy on Sam’s face sets me off. I’m jerking and thrusting onto him.

There’s a smack on my right butt cheek. “Slow down, Little Bird.” Zane pushes another finger into my ass.

I huff in a breath through my dry throat. I bear down and still. Both Sam and Zane groan. And then Zane’s fingers are gone. The tip of his cock pushes between my cheeks. “Easy, Little Bird.” Zane rubs his hand around my buttocks. “You’ve got a beautiful ass.”

I twist my neck and gaze back at him in the dim light. His normal smile is replaced by complete concentration until he sees me looking at him and his face lights up. His smile could win awards. It’s crazy what it does to me. I can’t help but smile back. “There you go.” He pushes in slowly. “It’s easy when you let it be. Rule 17.”

I want to ask him how he has a rule about anal or am I misunderstanding, but he grabs my hips and seats himself all the way.

“Damn,” Sam says. “That’s tight.”

Easton and Dante are on either side of me, and Calvin’s next to my head. My eyes flick back to Sam.

“Fucking amazing.” Zane’s driving into me. The pace has my eyes watering. It’s so much. There’s so much going on, but I want more.

I’m holding myself up with one arm, and with the other, I take Calvin’s dick in my hand. I flash my eyes down at where I’m holding him and lick my lips. It doesn’t take but a second before the head of Calvin’s cock is in my mouth. I’m moving too much from Zane’s thrusts to be delicate or precise. Instead, I suck and rub him as much as I can. Calvin’s growling. It’s his own way of purring. He’s close. I’m close. From the noises that Zane is making, he’s even closer.

Dante leans in and kisses me behind my ear again. His other hand squeezes between Sam and me. He finds his way to my very swollen clit. Sam groans. It’s a lot. Dante is touching me as much as he is Sam. For a second, I panic, but Dante sucks harder on my neck and the thought of Sam being uncomfortable vanishes. Dante flicks me once and then a second time, and I’m done.

I suck Calvin hard as I come.

“Chiefie,” he cries. Thick streams fill my mouth until he pulls out.

I’m twitching, and it takes both Zane and Sam over the edge at the same time. Sam’s fingers claw into my hips. I don’t care that there will be bruises tomorrow, that I’ll have red spots and black and blue fingermarks over me. Not when they came with such passion.

We’ve broken through. It’s us now. Not them and Sam. Us.

I collapse onto Sam’s chest and stare into his sleepy blue eyes. There’s so much I want to say. So much I want him to know.

“Are you done being stupid?” Dante cackles next to me. He pops his finger into his mouth, licking it clean.

“What?” I lift my head.

“Not you, Sassy. You couldn’t be stupid if you tried. I hate that word, don’t know why I use it. My uncle used to call me stupid. I’m not. What I’m getting at, Sam —” he stresses.

“What he’s trying to say is teamwork makes the dream work,” Zane says, pushing up onto his elbow.

Easton groans and pushes a pillow over Zane’s head. “That’s not exactly romantic.”

“It’s not not romantic.” Zane shrugs.

“It’s not romantic,” Calvin says.

And through it all, Sam hasn’t taken his eyes off me. “I wish I could give you a night in Rome. That’s romantic.”

“Rome is overrated. Santorini, Greece. I ported there once during a Med season. Primaries rented a pavilion overlooking the ocean. Thousands of candles, so many it was practically daylight. He proposed to her with a giant diamond. Not as big as the Pink Phoenix... but it was nice.” Zane kisses my shoulder.

Dante’s voice tickles my neck. “Greece is nice, and Rome, you can’t go wrong. But Morocco. Oh, I had the best meal of my life on a rooftop terrace at Riad El Fenn in Marrakech.”

“Nope, you’re all wrong,” Easton says.

Dante shakes his head. “All right, Swimmer Boy, what you got? A penthouse in New York City with a view of midtown?”

Zane waves his hand. “No, a jet to Paris for the weekend.”

“Always fun, but no. Lewiston, Maine. There’s a restaurant that does farm to table in a historic barn. I’d rent the whole thing out. Haley’s favorite foods. Lots of chocolate.” Easton leans over and kisses me.

“Macarons,” Zane says.

“Italian food, gnocchi with extra bread,” Calvin says.

“Brussels sprouts fried in maple syrup with pecans.” Sam squeezes my hand. I forgot we talked about brussels sprouts on one of the first days. I can still taste the way my mother made them.

“Brussels sprouts? That’s good to know, Sassy.”

“I’m sorry, but you’re all wrong,” I say, blinking up at them.

“Really? What is it then, Haley?” Sam pulls me all the way onto his chest.

“Here, right now. Comforting me in the storm. Showing me how you’ve listened to my endless drivel about food. What I like. Because I would like all those places. Rome, Paris, Morocco, Maine?—”

Zane cuts me off. “What about you, Calvin? You didn’t say where?”

“I can’t say now. But when we get the engines running and get back to the mainland, any mainland, I’ll just have to take Chiefie there.” He winks a green eye at me.

There’s another flash of lightning, but it is far off in the distance. The storm will pass soon. Zane hands me a cloth from the cleaning cubby he made last week. And Easton reaches up, getting my sleeping clothes. Zane and Calvin move around, cracking open the louvers, and the post-storm breeze blows in. It’s going to be a good night for sleeping.

The guys were all so wonderful, so kind, loving, but that horrible little gremlin in the back of my brain clicks on. It’s the feeling of I left the stove on or I left the car running , but this is far, far worse: How can this last when we get home? When they have the rest of the world of girls to choose from?