47. Home Port
Haley
We’re well down the jungle path by the stream. “I can walk now, you know,” I whisper into Calvin’s ear. Somewhere around the map tree, he slides me onto his back. I’m more than grateful for the blood to stop rushing to my head. I reach for my shoes that Easton is carrying.
“I know,” Calvin grunts. “But I need to carry you.”
I’ve given the genie his magic words. Big mistake. So instead, I fight back, kissing Calvin behind his ear. Little nibbles at first. I catch Easton looking and wink at him.
Easton laughs. “She’s not going to fight fair when you have something she wants.”
“No, she’s not, but we’ll be there soon. I can manage,” Calvin growls out.
“You can do it, man. Be strong,” Zane says from behind me.
Oh, this is war. I let go of Calvin’s shoulder with one hand and ease it around the front of his chest. I feel around his hard abs. But up or down? I have to decide. Up first, then down. I let my fingers lightly caress his abs, bringing them up to his nipple. I roll it between my fingers until it’s a hard point. I pinch it once again. From the side of my cheek against his neck, I feel his jaw tighten and his steps lengthen. I let go and slowly, with thoughts of torture, slide my hand over his abs down to his waistband. I run my thumb under it, which is quite the feat as he’s jostling me side to side with each step. I suck his earlobe into my mouth.
“Fuck, Sassy, I don’t think that’s the way to get him to put you down. Unless down is pressed up against a tree with his cock in you.” Dante laughs. And I know he’s priming Calvin with ideas he wants to see. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be upset by it either.
“Mmmm,” I say and then lick up the shell of Calvin’s ear. I stretch a little lower with my right hand, but with the speed he’s walking, I don’t think I’ll be able to reach his cock. Instead, I lightly play with the skin above it.
“Watch where you’re going, Green. Don’t drop our girl.” Easton comes around the side to me.
Calvin’s head snaps in Easton’s direction. “Never. We’re almost there. It’s up ahead.”
“It’s amazing.” Easton runs his hand down the front of my calf. Goosebumps follow. “I’m sure we can find lots to do there.”
Calvin stops and slides me to the ground, but I don’t get a chance to look around. He’s grabbed me by the back of my head. His lips on mine, he pushes his tongue into my mouth. Demanding, tantalizing, possessing. He hitches me up again, this time our fronts together. My core drags over his hardened cock. I’m on fire. My fingers are in his hair. And then I’m back down. I have to blink away the misty haze of my desire.
“Whoa. This is...” My words are lost. It’s like a fantasy. A waterfall cascades from three stories high to a large pool. The water is clear. It’s deep but not so deep I can’t see the bottom of the pool. Ferns and plants surround all but an area near the waterfall. A large slab of eroded lava rock is flat and smooth. Dappled sunlight glistens on it. A beacon in the jungle calling to us. “This is unbelievable.”
“I know.” Calvin reaches down and takes my hand. He kisses the top of it. “I wanted to show you. But I also knew once we knew this was here, we weren’t going to want to stay on the beach. I didn’t want to take that hope away from you. But...”
“I know. I saw the map tree yesterday. Today is three weeks.” Three weeks. Twenty-one days. It’s the amount of time any government with a budget is going to search for a group of citizens. Rock Candy was ported out of the Bahamas. It has to be all over the news. Sensationalized, but then anything about someone with as much money as Mr. Rockwell was going to be in the news over and over again. He owns two large companies. But any search effort past now, one of his companies would be funding. How long would they look? How much longer? Was the other raft found? And if so, what would they do about it?
But no, we are on our own for now. And spending time on the beach hoping for hope when it might not exist—it doesn’t make sense.
“Three weeks,” Zane repeats, shaking his head. “It doesn’t feel that long. But I guess it is.”
Dante takes my other hand.
“They think we’re dead,” I say, looking at him.
Calvin clears his throat. “We’re not dead.”
“No, we’re not.” I take Calvin’s hand with my other one.
“We’re very much alive.” Zane steps in front of me, kissing my nose. “And I know you think this place isn’t going to provide for us, Calvin. But fuck it. We have to have a little faith in it. In ourselves.” He has his crew sweatshirt on backwards, the little kitten nestled into his hood. “We’ve found friendship. We’ve found Sandy.” He rubs the top of the cat’s head.
“No.” The rest of us veto the name.
Easton steps behind me, his uninjured hand on my waist. “We’ve got each other. We can work through the rest.”
The rest, it’s going to be a lot. The problem solver in me wants to make a list. The rainy season, food, shelter, medical supplies. So much more. The list will get longer and longer, and there’s nothing we can do about it.
“Hey, Little Bird. We’re okay.” Zane cups the side of my cheek. His lips are warm on mine.
Hands surround me. Touching me. Easton strips my shirt off. My pants vanish with Dante’s movements.
I’m crying, but I’m not crying because we’re wrecked. I’m crying because I feel so loved. So cherished. It’s too much. When I glance at their faces, their eyes are dilated with desire.
I duck between Dante and Calvin, slip right out of their hands. I take quick steps and run beside the pool to where the rock calls out my name. I should test the water, know the depth, and check for the Loch Ness monster, but I don’t. I jump straight in. My best dives always turn into belly flops. Instead, I cannonball in. The water is warm and clear, like the bougiest of luxury pools. Like one I swam in in Saint Lucia at an owner’s mansion. Five underwater strokes, and the water glides over my nude body.
I break through the surface as Zane says, “Let’s go.” He jumps into the pool, his bandage gone. He swims over to me. “How you doing, you gorgeous Little Bird?” He pulls me closer, and we have that water kiss I missed before. He takes my hand and loops it around his neck. He’s keeping us afloat, paddling slowly behind him. I’m not worrying about drowning. The rest of the guys around me wouldn’t ever let anything happen.
Protected isn’t enough to describe the feeling I have, but I’m not ready to call it anything more than that. Zane is an amazing kisser, and floating doesn’t change any of that. I’m on top, but he’s controlling everything. I tighten my legs, getting rid of any space between the two of us. His cock hits me in just the right spot. And I close my eyes, letting the sensation take me over.
Easton is right beside me. And when I lift my head, he leans in, takes over kissing me. Dante tows us to the edge of the pool. The three of us cling together like a family of sleeping otters. Only there’s nothing sleepy about me right now. I’m more awake than I’ve ever felt.
There’s a loud splash to my side, and when Easton releases my lips, I turn toward the sound. Dante’s perched on the edge of the rock. The rock hangs into the water, submerged by a few inches. He spreads his legs, his cock standing out of the water. “Come here.” He reaches for me. And I go. I take Dante into my hand, running my fingers over his length. I take him into my mouth.
“Fuck, Haley. That’s not what I meant, but don’t stop.” Dante’s breathy. His massive cock stands upright.
Someone has their hands around my waist. Hands big enough they cover my entire rib cage. Calvin—it has to be. “Float your legs back, Haley.” Calvin smacks at my ass.
I let my legs drift up, anchoring myself with one hand. The other is wrapped around Dante’s cock. My tongue circles his head, running over him. I inhale and take him to the base of my throat. Something’s going on down my body. Hands are on my breasts. Calvin is standing between my legs. My ass is floating to the sky while he holds me up. And then I feel it. A tongue on my clit.
It’s slow at first, circling. A finger slides into me. A splash of water and Easton comes up next to my waist. And disappears again. I keep working Dante.
“Fuck, Sassy, you’re doing such a good job. Don’t let Swimmer Boy distract you. Is he making you feel good? With his big old tongue?”
I moan around Dante’s cock. Zane’s standing close. So close. He’s got one hand on my breast. I reach out, and at first I’m bracing myself on his waist. But with each stroke on Dante, I become more stable. I slide my hand down and take Zane in my fist.
“Fuck, Little Bird.” He guides my hand up and down his dick.
So many hands, so many sensations. My brain is frazzled taking them all in. From one to the next, to the next. Dante’s in my mouth. Zane’s hand on my breast, his hand over mine. Easton’s tongue on my clit, his fingers pushing in and out of me. And Calvin’s hands on my ass. He’s keeping me up. But then something else. There’s a gentle pressure on my ass. Calvin’s pushing slightly on my butthole.
“What do you think of that, Sassy?” My eyes flick up to Dante. “Look at those gorgeous eyes of yours. Watering. Am I too big for you? You can take a break.”
I grab on to him tighter. And Dante laughs. I suck harder, hollowing out my cheeks. Dante screams. His come slides down my throat, filling my mouth until it spills down my chin.
I turn to Zane. He takes my hand off him. “Sit in Dante’s lap, Little Bird.”
I don’t have the chance to move myself before Calvin has me flipped and on Dante. Dante whose lips meet mine. When he pulls his head back, he winks at me. “You’re fucking amazing.” A brief part of me slips and almost believes him. Dante pulls me up out of the water. My legs splay open. I’m aching. Zane pulls the other leg wider onto Dante’s lap. And then he stands next to me. His cock bobbing.
I take him in, his full length, and back out. I send my tongue around his tip. His hands are in my wet hair, and he gives what’s left of my ponytail a yank back and his cock goes down my throat.
“Easy, Sassy. You can take all of him,” Dante grits out in my ear. “Look at your neck. Fuck, it’s so sexy.” Dante’s fingers circle around the backside of my hairline. “Do it, Easton.” Dante is conducting this orchestra.
Easton’s tongue is back on my clit. Calvin slides a finger inside me. At least, I think it’s Calvin. I can’t look over. It feels so good, though. So good. Easton sucks hard, and I mimic him on Zane.
“Damn, Little Bird.” He comes, jerking out of my mouth. His come spills down the front of my chest. Water sprays over my chest and face when Zane crumbles to his knees.
Dante reaches around and mixes the water and come over my chest. I turn and kiss him.
“Fuck,” Calvin growls from the pool.
“What are you waiting for, Swimmer Boy? Sit down,” Dante calls to Easton. He lifts me, and Easton takes his place.
Now I’m staring at Calvin between my legs. “Turn around.” In typical Calvin style, it’s not a request.
“That’s a fantastic idea, Sassy. Show us how your pretty cunt takes Swimmer Boy’s cock.”
I flip over. Easton’s blue eyes are glowing. “Damn, girlie, you are so hot.”
Dante laughs. “She’s more than hot, Harvard. You need to pull out a thesaurus?”
I’m not listening when I straddle Easton. I lower myself onto him. I’m so ready. Ready for so much, as much as they can give me. I’ll take it all. I wait, loving how I feel, having him inside me. This is what I need. What I crave. Easton’s hands are low on my hips, our pace set so we can do this all day. My head tips back, and my wet hair hangs down my back. My head rolls to the right. Calvin sucks on my neck. Zips of energy slide around my body. I’m not going to last. It’s too good. Dante rolls my nipple between his fingers.
Then Calvin’s finger is back on my bud. “We’re going to have you here. Take you two at a time, Haley. Not today. But soon.”
“I’m making a coconut oil cocktail, just for you, Sassy.” Dante puts his head between Easton and me, sucking my breast into his mouth.
Calvin removes his finger. He grips my waist, pulling himself close to me. His cock nestles between my butt cheeks. I’m sandwiched between two walls of muscle. Calvin takes over, changing the pace I set. But I don’t mind. My head rolls back, leaning against his chest. One hand lifts from my waist, and he wraps it around my neck, tilting my head back. His lips are warm and soft. It’s in direct conflict with the assault he leads me in. Completely Calvin. Hard and firm for the world to see, and a warmhearted marshmallow on the inside for me.
Dante’s hand travels low between Easton and myself. He rubs my clit, and it’s more than I can take. I shatter. I’m screaming, but I have no idea what I’m saying. Easton and Calvin are both swearing and groaning.
“Look at our girl. Fuck, Sassy.” I open my eyes. Dante has his hand on his cock, and when I lick my lips, he loses it. Over my stomach. “Damn.”
I’m so relaxed I can’t hold myself up. I’m reclining on Calvin’s chest. Easton’s cock is still inside me.
“Come here, Little Bird.” Zane takes me in his arms and eases into the water. I put my head on his strong shoulders and close my eyes, enjoying floating without the waves or ocean animals. It’s like some dance. The guys come over one at a time, and I float and cuddle with each one. Until Dante pulls me out and dries me with the cleanest of the towels.
“Have a rest, Sassy.” He tucks the towel around my middle and puts another one under my head. Lying on the warm rock, I spend a lot of time watching the clouds float in and out of view above the jungle trees. I doze on and off. When I wake, Zane is floating in the middle of the pool. Dante is in the waterfall, taking a shower. And Easton is showing Calvin how to... I’m not sure if he’s trying to teach him the backstroke or drown him. But they seem to be having a good time. We’re a family. Us and our fuzzy little unnamed kitten. A family. Something I didn’t think I’d ever have.
Sam
I t’s fucking raining again. And night. It only ever rains at night. It’s driving me crazy. With the clouds, I can’t see any damn stars. No stars, no charting. Out of three weeks, I’ve only seen stars for maybe two or three nights. But standing on the bridge with Penny at my side, I’m pretty sure through the fog and rain clouds I can see fucking land.
Land.
What’s going to happen now that Sam has joined the party? Read book two: Uncharted