Page 77 of Adrift

And he laughs. “What do you want, Haley?”

“More.”

“More what?”

“Move your finger.”

He takes his finger out of my pants. I turn my head. I should get up. Go anywhere and finish myself.

“What should I do with my finger?” he asks.

“Fuck me with it.” I bite out the words.

“My pleasure.” His hand is back in my underwear, drawing lazy circles around my clit. And then he has two fingers in me, or maybe it’s one, his hand is so big. His other hand is on my breast. My eyes are shut. It’s too much. Too much sensation everywhere. He pinches my nipple and then leans across my body. He sucks my nipple through my shirt.

I’m trembling. He’s everywhere. And something happens that never does: all thoughts stop; it’s only his body doing things to mine. My lists of things I need to do are gone, along with plans for the future. I have no longing, no past, no trepidation about the future. It’s only this moment, with how he is playing my body, that has any meaning. My body shakes with the rhythm of his hand, and I shoot off, the euphoric sensation unlike any orgasm I’ve ever had.

I’m sweating from places I didn’t know could sweat. The plastic of the raft sticks to my back from where my shirt has ridden up. I’m destroyed and wrung out.

Calvin leans over me, his body blocking the rose-colored light. He’s extraordinarily proud, and there’s almost a smile on his face. He kisses my nose, wiggles his eyebrows at me, and sticks his fingers in his mouth, licking them.

I suck my lips into my mouth and watch him.

“Feel better?”

I nod. My throat is too dry to speak. He smooths my hair down. I’m reliving the last few minutes. “Did I scream?”

Calvin’s pulling up his shorts. “No.”

I exhale.

“But if you’re asking if the others heard, I say yes. But it’s like I said, Haley—everyone has needs. And I’m sure they’re all off taking care of theirs.” He does smile this time. And it almost makes me reach up and grab him around his neck, pulling him back to me. If they heard, I might as well do it all the way.

But Calvin is too fast. He’s already out of the raft. A second later, he sticks his head back in. “You should rest a little more. I’ll have Dante bring you some breakfast.” And he drops the flap on the door.

I stare at where he disappeared. What the heck have I done to myself now? I could go back to sleep, but I should tend the fire. That’s something I can do sitting down. I twist my leg. The silly ankle is still tender, but the swelling is dropping. At least, I think it is. I straighten myself out and crawl to the opening.

Easton’s there. “I thought I heard you... crawling out.”

“Nice save.” I purse my lips. His handsome grin has the flutters returning.

He laughs. “Can I help you out?”

“Please.”

Easton scoops me out of the raft, and Dante’s there with my crutch, placing it under my arm. There’s a scowl on his face. “Sleep well?” he asks, sarcasm dripping from his lips.

“I...” I settle on one of the sitting rocks around the fire, taking the fire-tending stick from where Dante is sitting.

“Relax, Haley, Dante’s being a dick.” Easton hands me a cup of water.

“I do have one, you know. We all do. But I think Haley knows that already.” Dante tends the coconut on his rock grill.

“Seriously Dante, don’t be a douche.” Easton looks at me and back at Dante.

Calvin and Zane aren’t on the beach, unless they are on the little part of the beach I can’t see hidden behind the raft. The ocean is calm today. The sky is light blue with big fluffy whiteclouds. There’s nothing out on the horizon. Just like there’s been nothing out on the horizon for the past few days. I focus on the water in the little cup. The cup is only mostly waterproof, and the water drips out, puddling in my hands and dripping down my leg.

“I’m going to get more water from the stream.” Easton points at Dante. “Don’t be an ass.”

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