Page 26 of Wayward (Wrecked #4)

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Calvin

T he sun streams through the blackout blinds as I crack my eyes open.

Haley’s ass is pressed up against my groin, and I have to suck in a breath to keep from rutting on her.

Dante’s on the other side of her. Easton, Sam, and Zane are sleeping in the next room.

The bed’s huge, and I’m shocked they didn’t force their way in.

Easton offered to take the first shift of watching the path and out the front door.

Sam and Zane said they’d take the ones after that.

I’d been on watch since we got into the room.

I haven’t moved all night. I’m not sure I’ve slept this solidly or long in years―not even when I was in high school and had to bale hay all day. I crane my neck. The fancy clock on the nightstand says twelve. As in noon.

Haley rubs against me. I place my hand on her belly and pull her closer, inwardly groaning, and whisper, “You’re awake.”

“Hmm, not really.” She grinds up against me, and fuck me. I’m ready to go. Brushing her hair away from her neck, my lips hover over the tender spot behind her ear. She tilts her head back. “Do it.”

My laugh vibrates against her skin as I taste her sweetness. Her silky-smooth skin has my eyes drifting back shut. There’s movement on the other side of her, and she moans.

I harden more as I wiggle into her, my cock settling between her butt cheeks.

Her top leg moves and bends back into me.

There’s a change in her breathing, and she pushes hard against me.

My eyes spring open. Dante has one of her legs over his shoulder, his face buried in her pussy.

I freeze, taking it in. Damn, who would have thought I’d like watching the woman I love being devoured by another guy?

Even after a year of it, I’m still in shock.

Maybe it’s being back in civilization. Running water, clean sheets, and all the damn strong smells―coffee, laundry soap, car exhaust, and cooking oil .

. . the world’s a weird place. But this is where I belong with Haley.

It’s like a switch clicks for me. I never thought we were getting off the island, and then I thought I was going to die for her on the sun deck. But now? Fuck no. Nothing’s going to stop me from getting her home. From introducing her to my family. This is what Haley Brewster is for me.

A feral need boils up from my stomach. I lick along the rim of her ear and turn her head to mine.

Capturing her lips, I drink her in, brushing my tongue along the seam of her mouth, and she lets me in.

Each kiss with her is a precious gift. And I want more.

I hold her head to mine. She plunders my lips back.

I’m kissing her knowing we finally have a future.

We’re not nearly out of the thick of it yet, but my body is shutting down my brain―fuck it.

She’s it for me, and I will protect her with every cell in my body.

This won’t be the last time I have her. She tastes of spice and warmth. But mostly of Haley. Home.

Her head falls to the pillow. Her back arches.

“You’re close. So damn close,” I say, watching her head flop from side to side on the pristine white pillowcase. Her tanned skin glows against it. She smells of exotic soaps, but under it all, it’s her.

“Don’t stop.” Her right hand rests along my cheek. Her left hand grips Dante’s hair, and he chuckles.

I hold her neck still and let her wiggle into my hand. “We’re not going to stop, Chiefie. You have to take it. Take every last bit of it. Open your eyes.”

Her blues flick open.

“You’re in control, Haley. You have every last one of us.” I mean it. I don’t even fucking care that it doesn’t seem possible. That the world might be against us. It doesn’t matter.

I love watching her when she’s like this.

Having it drawn out for her. Keeping her from the high she’s chasing but not letting the pressure too far off.

My hand’s on her breast, pinching her nipples.

Doing it how I know she likes it. I suck on the skin around her hairline and pull her hair against it with even pressure.

Her long moans fill the room. She’s screaming our names.

I move my hand from her breast to her neck.

She nods with the little room my hand in her hair allows.

“Do it, Dante,” I command. I’m back to kissing and sucking at her ear and neck.

Haley’s body shakes and she shouts, her side convulsing into me.

“There you go. Damn you’re beautiful when you come.

” I keep my hand around her neck, letting her flail back and forth against me.

When she stops moving, I yank my underwear off and throw them across the room.

Dante’s chuckling, and he hasn’t let go of her leg.

He did most of the work, but when I glare at him, he must see the determination in my eyes.

I’m jumping the line. He switches places with me. His monster cock is erect and veiny.

“Hey, Sassy.” He grabs her head and kisses her. “You taste amazing.” Dante pulls back and runs a series of kisses down her neck. He's pumping his hand up and down himself. But I fucking don’t care about him or any of the other guys right now. It’s only Haley and me.

“I need you.” It’s a slow growl from deep within me. I’ve gone wild. I’d take down an army to get to her.

“Then take me.” She turns from her side and sprawls her legs open. Her pink tongue flicks along her lips.

I’m on her, and I pull her legs up around my hips. I sink into her. “Fuck, Chiefie, you’re drenched. Dante did a good job eating you out. But now I’m here for the main course.”

“Damn, Green, don’t go stealing dirty food talk from me.” Dante laughs. He moves from her neck to her ear, spending time at the tender spot behind her ear.

Her legs clench around me, squeezing me tight until there’s no ending of her or starting of me. Our eyes are locked, and Dante fades away until I can only see her. I’m bucking into her with everything I have. I’m lost.

“Roll her over,” Dante says.

I freeze because, as far as I know, his giant dick hasn’t been anywhere near her ass. The angle I’m propped up on my arm at has me hovering over her. Haley grabs me around my waist and flings us to the side.

“Well, I guess that answers that,” I say.

She tucks her light brown hair away from her face behind her ears. Our eyes are locked. She moves her knees on either side of me—she sinks back down on to me. She’s about to ride the hell out of me when I grab her arm. Her eyes widen.

“You sure about this?” I roll up and brush my lips against hers. “Your ankle’s okay?”

“I’m good,” she says before she plunders my mouth. She’s riding me like she’s being chased. I’m on fire. When she flicks back, I can see Dante behind her, his hands on her backside.

“You good?” I hold on to her shoulders, not sure what he’s doing back there.

She nods and starts again. Haley’s going. All I know is I want her to keep moving.

I thrust up and into her. “You’re the one who needs to relax and enjoy the ride now.”

She tilts her hips, pushing me deeper into her.

There’s a flicker of light across the bed, and the mattress at my feet shifts.

I freeze for a brief second, but no one’s yelling for her to stop.

That we’ve been found. And damn her, when she rolls her hips, I have to silently count before I switch to running old football drills in my head to keep from shooting off. This is too good. I want it to last.

My hands grip into the soft skin on her shoulders. When I thrust up, her pussy vibrates around me. Reaching upward, I run my fingers through her soft, sun-kissed hair. “You’re so beautiful.” And damn. She doesn’t wince or look away from the compliment this time.

“I love you,” she says. “I . . . love all of you.”

On the next inhale, I gasp. “Damn, I love you, Chiefie.” I’ve never felt love like this before. Like I could wreck the world for her. There is no other woman for me. Not now, not ever.

I grind up and take every bit from her that she’s giving. Thrusting into her until her head flops back. She’s a second away from exploding. I reach between us and send vibrations with my thumb on her clit.

I love my name on her lips. I’ve never heard a better sound than her screaming my name. This lasting is on my list of important things.

Fuck the neighboring villas hearing when she pulls me with her. I pull her toward me and take her lips to mine. It’s only now that I confirm that Dante left. Wherever he went doesn’t matter. Only Haley matters.

She collapses on top of me. Her head nuzzles between my neck and chest. My arms clamp around her.

I can’t move. I don’t ever want to move from this spot again.

Lightly, I run my fingertips down her spine.

I was never a snuggler before Haley. And now I can imagine myself back at the farm on a lazy Sunday, just holding her while watching the field change colors with the moving sun.

“What are you smiling about?” Haley runs her fingers through my hair.

“You.”

Her face lights up. “Well, right back at you, Green. I guess we should get up and shower?”

I anchor my arm around her waist. “Nope. Not yet.”

She drops her head to my chest, and her fingers trace the tattoo on my arm, and gradually her breathing slows until I know she’s fallen asleep.

Asleep with my cock still in her. I close my eyes and try to go back to sleep, but as much as I want it to be that lazy day back on the farm . . . we’re nowhere near Illinois.

The door to the bedroom opens. Sam stares at me, and his eyes flare. He puts his finger to his lips and cocks his head to the other room.

I nod.

He’s saying we’ve got a situation. Get up and don’t wake Haley.