Page 46 of Wayward (Wrecked #4)

Prime Slip

Sam

C alvin’s laugh rumbles the sofa, and Haley turns to him.

“I’m happy, Haley. I know it’s not a common look on me. But that’s what it is,” Calvin says.

My fingers grip the side of her hip, and her head tips around to me. “Me too. At least, that’s what I think this fluttering in my chest is.”

“At your age? Could be a heart attack. You better move over, Sam, and let me take your spot.” Dante taps the side of my foot.

“Stuff it, Jones. You’re not that much younger than I am.”

“True, and you’re in better shape. So move over—who knows how much longer I have?” Dante’s amber eyes widen like Penny’s when she’s trying to get out of something she did wrong.

“I’m not moving.” I lean forward and plant a kiss on the side of her neck. She tilts her head, giving me better access while she’s kissing Calvin.

There’s a scraping sound as the heavy sofa table is moved out of the way, and the clinking of glasses being set down. The lights are dimmed, and music replaces the sound of the silenced movie.

Easton carefully removes Haley’s watch, and there’s nothing that could take me out of this moment.

The soft hairs on the back of Haley’s neck rise.

Her shorter hair gives much better access to the soft skin along her spine.

I kiss along the thin chain that graces her neck.

It’s so strange to see her wearing jewelry.

But the delicate chain suits her. I remove it and hand it to Easton to keep safe.

My fingers run down her arm to her waist and over the edge of her shirt. “Lift your arms, Sugar.”

She does, and the shirt comes off over her head—severing her kiss with Calvin. I toss it to Easton, and he flings it on top of his suit coat.

In my peripheral there’s more clothes flying across the room to the growing pile. I tug off my own shirt. Calvin lifts her to his lap, her legs straddling his, their lips tangled together.

My fingers run down her back to the clasps of her bra.

With a flick, it’s loose around her shoulders.

Dante guides one hand through one strap, and I pull it down the other side.

Zane takes it and shoots it across to the pile of clothes.

When she’s leaning forward, I stop and gaze at her.

I don’t know how I got so damn lucky. It’s weird.

But this is more than I could ever have thought possible.

“You’re so damn gorgeous,” I say.

“Lift your delicious rear, Haley.” Dante taps her behind. “We need these shorts gone.”

And when she does, I see it as my opportunity.

With one leg lifted to get the shorts off, she’s unbalanced, and I pull her into my lap.

She’s facing outward now, her back to my front.

But it’s all the better for my hands. My fingertips trail down the front of her chest and around her soft breasts.

I work each of her nipples into even harder diamonds.

Zane lifts her legs up, pulling off her black panties.

He flings them across the room. Haley’s head flops back onto my shoulder.

With my thumb and forefinger, I turn her head toward me, capturing her sweet lips.

Our tender kiss escalates into a fast-paced frenzy.

She pulls back, gasping for air. A sweet moan fills the room as her head rolls around on my chest, under my chin.

Her ass grinds against my dick. It’s begging to be freed.

Easton knocks away my hand from her breast—he sucks on her tit. My arm’s captured between her leg and his chest. There’s not enough room to move a hand down to her leg. She’s closing her thighs around Zane’s head. Zane’s working away on her pussy, his fingers pushing into her.

“It's good. So good.” She turns to me, her blue eyes wild with need. Her lips are on mine again. She’s close already. I’m gripping her thigh, keeping it open.

There’s a thud on the other side of the room. Our kiss breaks, and Dante jumps down the last few stairs, our new box of toys in his hand. “Is this what you want?” Dante holds up a silver butt plug bigger than any of the others I’ve ever seen. “I know you do.”

“Holy fuck, Jones,” I growl.

“No way, you’re not breaking Haley so you can?—”

Dante cuts Easton off. “That’s up to Sassy, now, isn’t it?”

“I can always say no, if it’s too much.” Haley twists around to me, and she shrugs.

“I suppose. It’s your body. That’s one thing, but the thing holding it?” Calvin growls.

“For fuck’s sake. I won’t hurt Sassy, and you all know it.”

“You better have an extra-large bottle of lube,” Zane says with a laugh. But he opens the case and takes out a smaller plug. “Let’s start with this one first. It’s been a minute. Ready, Little Bird?”

“Ready.”

I steady her. With one hand on her hip. I place the other on her waist, prepared for when she reflexively pushes back onto me as the smaller plug enters her.

But Zane stops and nods at Easton. “How about now?”

“Now, now is good. I’m ready. Let’s go?—”

“You’ve become so needy, Sassy. And I damn well love it.” Dante laughs. “Easton bought you a surprise. Well, he bought us all a surprise.”

“And I’ve got a couple of ideas as to where to start.

” Zane stands, and in true Calvin style, picks Haley up and throws her over his shoulder.

He takes off down the hallway and up the stairs like a wild boar is chasing him again.

There’s a dash of naked bodies flying up the stairs behind him.

The door to the bedroom next to ours is open.

It’s been closed other than the first day we were here.

Zane carries Haley into the room, and I don’t know where to look.

It’s a complete sex room. Not a dungeon.

It’s bright and white and has an oddly Miami vibe to it.

Zane places Haley on the edge of the bed, larger than any I’ve seen before.

It’s the star of the room directly in the center.

But around the wall there are straps and a swing I want to see Haley in.

There’s a masseuse-like bed and another stand with adjustable legs and places to buckle down her legs and arms. Even a hole in the headrest.

“Whoa. How did you get this all done? Does Maya know this is here?” Haley’s eyes are wide.

“Maybe, but all our new toys fit in the closet. And unlike our resident lock picker, Maya won’t open a locked closet,” Easton says, glaring at Dante.

“What? You can’t hide anything from me. I was a juvenile delinquent. This room was wide open and empty except for a boring bed frame when we arrived. And a locked door? Yeah, I’m shit for secrets. But anytime you want to keep more secrets like this, I’m game.”

Haley stands beside the bed and pulls the duvet from it and begins folding it. “This is really lovely. It’s huge.”

“That’s what she said.” I get it out before anyone else does and grab the side of the cover. The impulse to ball it up and throw it in a corner is huge. But we all know that it would bother Haley if we did. Zane takes the other corner from her.

“This ought to be good,” Haley laughs, then reclines on the bed, one leg bent up.

Zane and I fumble to get it done. “Interesting job. I don’t think I’m going to hire either one of you as second stews, though.

Maybe you can start as fifth stews down in the laundry room.

” She reaches out for me, while Zane takes the duvet to a bench near the closet.

I take the spot on the end of the bed, nudging my head between her legs. Her fingernails go straight into my hair. Damn, I love it when she scratches me deep on my scalp.

There’s a click of the door as Easton locks it. It may be only us here, but we’re all aware of how we need to protect Haley.

“You feel so good, Sugar.” I spread her open and lick around her clit.

Her body twitches in anticipation. Her breath hitches as I take my time, tracing patterns with my tongue, teasing her.

Calvin leans down, kissing her deeply, swallowing her moans.

Her hips try to rise, seeking more friction, but I pin her down, keeping her at my mercy.

Easton’s on the other side of the bed, his hands exploring her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. She gasps into Calvin’s mouth, her body writhing under our combined touch. Dante watches, his eyes dark with lust, stroking himself lazily as he waits for his turn.

Zane returns from the closet, a silk blindfold dangling from his fingers. He raises an eyebrow at Haley, a smirk playing on his lips. “Let’s heighten a more important sense than sight, Little Bird,” he says, his voice low and seductive. Calvin breaks their kiss and holds up Haley’s head.

“Yes,” Haley whispers.

Zane leans down and places the blindfold over her eyes, securing it gently at the back of her head. Her breath hitches again.

I hold on tight to her bouncing legs. “Shh, Sugar,” I murmur against her thigh, my hands stroking her smooth skin, soothing her.

“We’ve got you.” Calvin trails his lips down her neck, his hands joining Easton’s, lavishing attention on her breasts. Her back arches slightly, pushing her closer to their touch.

Dante places his hand on my shoulder. “Let me do the honors, Cap.”

I twist enough to see the glistening smaller plug in his hand, ready for action.

“Not this time.” I take it from him and touch the cold lubed metal to her clit, circling it around.

Haley's hips buck slightly, seeking more.

I slide the plug lower, teasing her entrance before moving it back up to her ass, pressing gently against her.

“How are you doing, Sassy?” Dante’s voice comes from over my shoulder. He’s stroking himself. I press the plug against her again, feeling her resistance give way as it slips inside her, her body closing around it.

“Oh god,” she moans, and her spine rises in a slight arch, adjusting to the intrusion. I keep my movements on her clit slow and steady. I add a finger to her pussy, allowing her to adjust to the plug in her ass. She gasps, her chest heaving beneath Calvin and Easton’s touch.

“That’s it, Sugar,” I coax, my voice low and soothing. “Just like that.” I continue to lick and suck at her clit, my fingers gently pumping above the plug. Her hips move in rhythm with my pace. “You want more, don’t you?” Damn if the chef isn’t making me a perverted bastard too.

“Yes!” she cries.

“You look so sexy like this, Little Bird. All laid out and open for us. Taking what we give you.” Zane’s on the other side of me. His hand traces the curve of her waist, his thumb circling her navel. “You’re doing so well, Haley.”

Her head thrashes slightly, her breaths coming in quick pants. “More,” she begs, her voice a husky whisper. Easton and Calvin move away slightly, their hands still roaming her body, but their eyes are on me, waiting.

I slide another finger into her, scissoring them gently to stretch her. Her little mews fill the room. Her body writhes beneath us. Dante moves closer, still stroking himself, his eyes locked on where my fingers disappear into her.

“Please,” Haley begs again, her voice desperate. “I need more.”

Zane looks at me, a question in his eyes. I nod, and he moves to the closet, returning with the larger plug Dante showed us earlier.

“I’m ready now,” Haley says, though there’s trepidation in her voice.

Calvin and Easton are quick to distract her, their mouths and hands lavishing her with attention. I slow my pace, allowing her to focus on the impending sensation.

Zane hands me the larger plug, his eyes never leaving Haley’s writhing form. I remove the other one. We’ve taken our time playing, but I’m wondering if it will be enough. I ease out the first one and replace it with the new one. She gasps as I do.

“Easy, Sugar,” I murmur, my voice steady and reassuring. “We’ve got you.”

I increase the pressure, the plug slowly entering her. Her body stretches. Every second I push it in, I’m searching to make sure she’s okay. Zane works her clit as I take my time.

Dante moves closer, his eyes locked on hers, even though she can’t see him. “You still with us, Sassy?” he asks, his voice surprisingly tender.

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips. “I’m good.”

“All right, then. Time to up the game,” Easton says. He nods at me to move beside her and then uses the hand gestures we practiced back on the island to ask if I’d rather use one of the new pieces.

I answer him by changing positions with him, running my hand along Haley’s side.

“Sam?” she asks.

“You ready?”

“So ready.”

“Straddle me.”

In a smooth motion, she untangles her arm from Calvin. Her hands trace over my chest and arms. And damn, just her rubbing my biceps has my dick twitching. She hovers over me. One knee on either side of my hips.

I take my dick in my hand and rub it at her entrance.

She lowers herself onto me, a slow, delicious descent that has us both groaning.

Her body envelops me, tight and hot, and I can feel the plug adding extra pressure, intensifying the sensation.

My hands grip her hips, guiding her as she begins to move, rolling her body against mine in a rhythm that’s purely her own.

This woman is more than I could ever have hoped for. “Damn, Haley. Fuck, I love you so much.”

“I . . . yeah, me too.” Her head flops to her shoulder.

“I love you, Sam.” Her hands fling around, and she smacks Calvin’s chest. “I love you, too, Calvin.” She bites her lip.

And pats at the air like a sexy version of Marco Polo.

There’s the cutest little grunt of frustration from her when she doesn’t make contact with any other skin. “Where are the rest of you?”

Easton’s deep chuckle comes from her left. “Right here, beautiful Firefly.” He takes her hand and places it on his chest, leaning in to kiss her shoulder.

Zane’s voice comes from behind her. “And I’m right back here, Little Bird.” He trails his fingers down her spine, making her arch into his touch.

Dante takes her other hand, placing it on his cheek. “And you know I can’t stay away for long, Sassy.”

With all of us connected to her, Haley starts to move again, rolling her hips in a rhythm that has us all groaning.

I can feel every twist and turn of her body as she rides me, the plug in her ass adding a whole new level of sensation.

It’s not just sex—it’s a dance, a rhythm that only the six of us share.

Her rhythm picks up, but I drop my hands to her waist and bring her to my chest. “Take it slow, Sugar.”

“More.” She kisses my chest.

“You’re going to get more.” Behind her, Zane has rolled a condom down his length. He meets my eyes, a silent question, and I nod, holding Haley still for a moment. I hear the plug being pulled out.