Page 41 of Delirium

Scarlett shattered in my hands, her body tensing and pulsing around me. Camp made a choked sound in his throat.

I wanted to consume every ounce of her pleasure, but my cock was so hard it hurt. Slipping off my shorts, I fisted myself, hoping for an ounce of release.

Camp leaned over, swiping his finger through her drenched core with a hiss. “Shit, baby, you’re so fucking ready for him.” He sucked one of her perfect tits into his mouth.

Him. Me. Camp wanted me to fuck her while he watched. What if she didn’t want that?

But Camp was already whispering to her again. “Do you want Nash to fuck you, Scar? Do you want to show me how you come around his cock?”

I groaned. If I didn’t do something about this problem soon, I was going to explode.

Scarlett’s answer was loud and clear. “Please, Nash. Fuck, please.”

In seconds, I was positioning myself at her entrance, the rock the perfect height for me. Camp moved behind her head, stroking her hair. “Show him how good you take a cock, baby.”

I gripped her thighs, and pushed myself inside.God. She was so tight, so wet, and so goddamn perfect.

Scarlett wrapped her legs around me, rolling her hips, and taking me deeper. If there was a heaven, it was buried inside her.

If there was a hell, I wanted to stay naïve for a few minutes longer.

“Darling, you’re going to make me lose my mind,” I groaned, gripping onto her smooth flesh for dear life as I thrust in and out of her.

She moaned in response, and when I looked up, I saw her perfect lips wrapped around Camp’s dick. His eyes closed as he stroked her hair.

This had to be a dream, right? Except it was real, and it was here, and I could already feel Scarlett tensing around me again, her pleasure building once more.

Camp’s thrusts into her mouth were becoming more erratic, and then his hips stilled. He cried out her name, spilling his release into her mouth.

I pushed my hand between us, finding her clit, pressing down with a gentle pressure. “Your turn,” I whispered.

I rolled my hips, keeping the pressure against her clit, and her thighs shook around me, her core clenching and gripping me tighter.

“Fuck, Nash!” she cried, as the orgasm rolled through her. “Holy fuck.”

I smiled, desperate to find my own release. Camp, back in his body once more, leaned over to kiss her again, giving her nipple a slight twist, and I lost it. I cried out her name, for gods and deities I didn’t believe in, and every curse word I knew under the sun as I came.

I fell forward keeping my weight on my arms so I didn’t crush her as I came back down from space.

I smiled down as she blinked up at me. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“I think the same could be said for you.” She pushed herself onto her elbows, giving me a quick kiss.

I helped her up, finding the bra and panties that had been drying on the rock, as well as my own shorts.

Once we were all dressed, and sitting on the rock once more, I laughed. “Well, that wasn’t how I saw today going.”

I was so caught up in Scarlett, in this moment, in everything and nothing all at once, that when I looked up and saw James, I swallowed hard. I knew he hadn’t gone far. He had seen everything. His eyes on us remained as real and tangible as my hand on Scarlett’s skin.

The same eyes that glared down at me now, burning with the heat of a hundred fires, a thousand doorways to Hell.

My stomach sank. I knew that look. I wished I didn’t, but I knew it all too well. “James,” I muttered. “Don’t.”

Scarlett turned in my arms, looking up at James with curiosity. “James. I figured you’d gone back to the boat.”

“Maybe I should’ve. Maybe that would’ve been thesmartthing to do.” His eyes never left mine, his hand clenching into a tight fist. “But I guess none of us are really all that smart, are we? No matter how hard we try and convince ourselves. We can never be something we’re not. You can put on a different outfit, and call yourself by a new name, but your soul will still drag along behind you, a little dirtier and worse for the wear, but yours all the same.”

I couldn’t speak, and even if I could, there was nothing to say. Nothing would talk James off this ledge now—he was already halfway over, judging how far the fall was.

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