Page 47 of Wayward (Wrecked #4)

Cooking with Heat

Dante

H aley’s on Calvin’s cock now, her short hair bouncing with her tits.

The blindfold’s gone. Easton and Zane have been where I want to be.

But if she so much as winces, I’ll stop.

I put one hand on her waist and trail the other hand down her ass crack.

She’s come four times, but I know we can get a fifth out of her. We’ve done it before.

I’ve got a condom rolled onto my dick.

“Here, use more.” Zane hands me the bottle.

“Any more lube and I’ll be declared an oil slick. Let Sassy be the judge. You ready, my good girl?”

She drops her head onto Calvin’s chest, and her blue eye blinks at me. Her skin glistens with exertion. I’ll try to take it easy on her, but I don’t know if I can. I’m wild with want.

I catch Calvin’s eyes, and he nods. Not sure he’s happy about it, but that’s enough consent from him for me.

It’s Sassy I care about. I lay my hand on the hollow of her back.

Her smooth skin glows in the dusky Miami evening light coming through the sheer curtains.

It’s darker in here than out on the water, but still. “Get the blinds, Rockwell.”

Easton rolls from the side of the bed where he’s been watching.

Going first has its advantages. But I prefer her this way.

Her skin’s hot to the touch, her short hair sweat-damp and clinging to her neck.

I run my fingers through it, gripping gently to hold her steady.

She grinds against Calvin, her breath coming in quick pants.

“You good, Sassy?”

She twists her neck as her blue eyes flash at me. I’m not the only one with a wild need. “What are you waiting for? Plate the damn dinner.”

I huff out a laugh. My dick smacks her in the ass as I do. I’m not the only one who thinks our needy girl is hilarious. Zane laughs so hard he has to catch himself from falling off the far side of this massive bed.

I take my time pushing into her. Even so, she lets out a breath, and that has the room jump.

“You can stop if you want to,” Sam says.

I’m ignoring the other guys. But it’s hard to not pick up on the glare Calvin gives Sam. Our Viking likes it too.

“No,” she moans.

“Fuck, Sassy,” I groan as her body squeezes me.

She gives a low, guttural groan, sending shivers down my spine. I move, slow and steady, and let her body adjust to me. Calvin has stopped moving altogether. He’s learned a thing or two in the last year.

“Move already. One of you. I can’t. There’s no way—no room.” Haley shakes her head.

Calvin matches my rhythm from below, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

Haley’s moans fill the air, her body writhing between us.

Easton returns to the bed, his eyes locked on where our bodies join.

He reaches out, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing in slow circles, matching our pace.

Zane leans in and captures her lips in a deep kiss.

Sam mirrors Zane. She’s surrounded, consumed by us, and it’s exactly where she wants to be.

Her moans turn to gasps, her body tensing as we drive her higher and higher. I can feel her tightening around me, her body already on the edge. Calvin’s fingers tense on her hips, his own breaths coming in ragged gasps.

“Close,” she whimpers, her body shuddering. “So close.”

Easton increases the pressure on her clit, his fingers moving faster. Her body trembles around me. Zane and Sam have dropped away, watching from the side of the bed. Easton, with a final swirl, moves away too. Giving Calvin more room to push up.

“Come for us, Sassy,” I growl, my own control slipping. “Take what you need. We love you, Sassy. Never, ever doubt that.” I’m speaking for us all. Something I never thought I’d do. Men are scum. But somehow not Sassy’s guys. “You own our souls.”

Her body convulses, and the orgasm rips through her like a storm.

She screams out, her body clamping down on us, pulsating, as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her.

Calvin grunts and bucks upward, his own release triggered by hers.

He pulses within her, intensifying her orgasm and sending her into another wave of spasms.

I grip her shoulders, my own climax building quickly.

Her body is slick with sweat, her skin hot to the touch.

I lean forward, my chest pressing against her back, my hips moving faster, chasing my own release.

Calvin’s hands roam her body, his touch gentle now, soothing her as she comes down from her high.

Her breath hitches as I pound into her. She’s pushing back into me.

That she can take this, me... She’s insatiable, always craving more, and I’m so here for it.

I piston my hips faster, the sound of our skin slapping against each other filling the room.

Zane and Sam watch with hungry eyes, their hands stroking their own lengths that have grown hard again.

Easton moves to her side, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, swallowing her moans.

Calvin slows his movements, his body still trembling from his release. He supports Haley’s hips as I grow even quicker. My fingers dig into her soft hips, my body tensing as I reach the peak.

“Fuck, Sassy,” I groan, my cock pulsing as I come hard, filling the condom. Her body draws every last drop of pleasure. I slow my movements, my chest heaving as I catch my breath. I rest lightly on her back for a moment before pulling out.

I’m about to stumble across the room to get things to clean her, but Zane, Sam, and Easton are already on it.

I roll to the side and take her hand. I kiss each knuckle. “I love you.”

“Love you.” Her blue eyes flutter closed.

If someone had told me that after working around the world, I’d be back in Pittsburgh cooking at an overrated restaurant on the hillside of Mt.

Washington, overlooking the city skyline, I’d have pushed them off the incline.

But here I am. Well, not working at a glorified prom and cheap wedding venue but a food truck.

It’s the best damn food truck, well, this side of the Allegheny River at least. I’m working on getting a permit for some other counties.

It’s only for a year. And fuck if my favorite thing isn’t parking my truck outside of one of my uncle’s job sites so he has to see the bags with my name on it every time he pulls up in his oversized little-dick truck.

My food truck is a mixture of everything I love. A good amount of recipes come from Anan’s restaurant, but there are lots from all over the place. Fusion at its best.

This was just going to be a hobby. One to keep me from having to babysit my sister’s kids every damn day.

I don’t mind watching them. But Sassy loves them and stops studying to play with them every time they’re over.

And they love her even more than me . . .

but Sassy needs to study. She’s too much of a giver.

Not that I minded last night. We bought a few duplicates of our favorite things from our room in Miami. Damn, now I’m getting hard.

I turn to my new truck manager. “You’ve got this?”

“We’re good. Get out of here while you can. I don’t want Calvin coming and looking for you again. He scares the shit out of me.” Todd finishes up an order and puts it in one of our compostable containers.

“He’s not the one you should be afraid of,” I say.

“He’s not?” The kid looks up, fright in his dark brown eyes.

“Nope.” I’m not telling him who, though. That our billionaire has become extraordinarily possessive of all of us.

“Okay. Well, have a good night, boss.” He nods and grabs the next ticket to wrap up.

There’s four people in the truck now. And we could use a couple more if there was room.

In the last two months, I’ve been approached by two restaurateurs, but that’s not what I want.

We’ve only landed here temporarily. A year and a half in total.

Zane’s only taking classes that transfer back to Miami.

I open the back door of the truck. There’s a healthy line from the window on the sidewalk.

Movement catches my eye from a few picnic tables down. We move the truck at night to a lineup of trucks in a park.

I quickly step toward the bench. “Who are these two little monsters?”

My niece and nephew are covered in ice cream. It drips from their chins to their knees.

“What did you do?” I turn to Mario, the owner of the ice cream truck behind us. He laughs and waves. “Did he dip you in the chocolate fountain?” I pat the top of each of the twins’ heads. I look around, but I don’t see my sister. “Where’s your mom?”

“Grandmom brought us,” Mary says.

“She’s talking to Haley over there. Told us to not move a muscle or this is the last ice cream of the summer,” Michael adds, his eyes going wide.

“Yeah, don’t believe everything Grandmom says.”

“She said you’d say that.” Mary licks her fingers. My niece is too much like me.

I step away from the sticky, adorable second-graders. Damn, how did that happen? I walk toward Haley and my mom. I don’t like the body language going on. Haley has on her stew face, and Mom is talking with her hands. Her back’s to me. Haley sees me approaching and her eyes widen.

“Dante!” Sassy pulls me close.

My mom’s been cool with everything. Honestly, she’s thrilled I’m alive but even more thrilled that I’m not going to die on my own.

But most of all that there’s the possibility that there might be more grandchildren in her future.

When I told her we were moving to Pittsburgh, she cried so hard she had to hang up the phone and call me back.

“Mom, what are you doing here?” I ask, kissing Haley’s temple before turning to face my mother.

Her hands freeze mid-gesture, and she turns to look at me, her eyes wide with surprise. “Dante! I was just . . . catching up with Haley,” she says, her voice a little too cheerful. I know her well enough to know she’s hiding something.

“Catching up about what?” I ask, my eyes narrowing as I look from her to Haley, who seems to be studying the ground intently.

“Oh, you know, just girl talk,” my mom says, waving a dismissive hand. But I can see the tension in her shoulders, the way her eyes keep darting to Haley. Something’s up.

“Girl talk about what, Mom?” I press, not willing to let this go. My mom can have a one-track mind. It’s either about babies or staying in the ’burg.

“Fine, there’s this house that came on the market. It’s one street over from where your sister lives.” She pauses. What she means is its two streets over from where Mom lives. “And it’s big. Like really big. Huge master bedroom.”

“Primary suite,” I correct.

“Yeah, well, it’s big. And there’s a nice fenced-in yard for my grand-dog, Penny. Pepper needs fresh air and birds to watch out the window. There are no birds forty stories up in your current place.”

“Mom, we’re not staying. We’ve gone over this.”

Her head tilts back like a toddler. “I know, but with all your roommates, you can afford it. Pittsburgh’s an inexpensive place to live. You can have your Miami house and?—”

“Temporary, Mom. Until Haley graduates.”

“What about your trucks?”

“I’ll sell them when the time comes. Or have someone run them for me.”

“Have someone run them for you?” Mom laughs. “It doesn’t hurt to just go look at the house. Your place now is nice, but it’s so small.”

“It’s a luxury condo.”

“It’s tiny.”

Haley’s just watching my mom and me go at it. She’s biting her lip to keep from laughing.

“Well, we need to get going home. Sassy has homework.”

“She finished it,” my mom answers for Haley.

Haley laughs.

“You think this is funny?” I grab her hand and kiss her knuckles.

“Yeah,” Sassy says, sounding like my mom. “We have an appointment to look at the house.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Now?”

“Of course now. Why do you think I’m here?” My mom nods in a make-it-so kind of way.

I look over at the sticky kids. “We’re going to need a hose first.”