Page 82 of Adrift

“There are goats and fish.”

“But there are only so many near the shore. With the cheap reel.” It was incredible it didn’t break when I caught the tuna on the raft.

“Coconuts.”

“We’re using four or five a day. And it won’t be long before they’re all gone.” I’ll have an answer for everything she brings up. Because they’ve been running through my head from the first hour we were on land.

“You think we’re going to starve to death?”

“All of us? No. Those who make it through the hurricanes and boredom, yes.”

She stands and takes my hand. Hers are so tiny in mine. “But we have skills. I think you’re not seeing the amount we can do.”

Fuck. There’s nothing I can do. This isn’t how I wanted this to go. My chest expands with each deep breath. “We will do what we can. But the reality isn’t easy. We’re not getting out of here. We’ve already had two injuries. And building a shelter? We’ll do it, but we have two pocketknives, a fish knife, and a hatchet. Maybe if we had more supplies from the boat.”

“Boredom. There are lots of things we can do to fight off boredom.” She wraps her hands around my neck. We share a look.

“I’m happy to help you anytime, Haley,” I say.

“And I can do the same back.” She smiles at me.

Shit, I want to pull her up my body and push my dick into her pussy. But I can’t. I’m not sure I can share. Zane and Easton are all for it. But having her be only with me? No fair. Not when she’s interested in all of us. I can tell. I shouldn’t touch her at all, but I can’t stop myself. Not after this morning.

Fuck, she’s on her tiptoes, her lips inches from mine. I hold her head in place. Our lips connect, and I devour her. I’m never going to get enough of her. She lifts one luscious leg around mine. But does she understand what I mean? Her core is inches from my cock, and I want to go back on my vow to myself. I can’t.

I swing her around so her ass is to my front, pinning her to my chest. Then I ease my hand into her leggings, finding her tight bundle of nerves. I’m not careful. I rub with a fierceness and a need until she’s doubled over my arm, mewing. My hard cock is between her butt cheeks. With ease, I could slide into her from behind. Instead, I watch the horizon line for ships. She has to understand who I am.

Chapter 32

Downpour

Haley

Calvin’s hand is still in my pants, but I’m doubled over his arm like a rag doll. A dirty, filthy rag doll. Who wants nothing more than for him to fuck me hard. His fingers are big and ruthless, and I want more. I’m not sure if it’s my nerves over being stuck on this island, the guys, or the ocean breeze, but I’ve never had need build so high in me before. It’s like the whole island is an aphrodisiac.

“Give it to me, Haley.” His gruff words send goosebumps down my neck and arm. He slides another finger into me, changing the pressure, and I break apart. I shake until my hands fall forward to the sandy log in front of me, my ass high in the air.

Calvin removes his fingers, but a firm grip on my hips keeps me from collapsing. He tugs up my pants and slides his large palm over my ass. I push back into his hand. I want more. I want to touch him, but I know that if I try, he’s going to shut me down.

His rough hand helps me up. He’s licking me off his index finger. I throw myself at his chest. This close, I have to tilt mychin far up to look him in the eyes. I’m not sure what I’ll see there—indifference, disdain?

But it’s confusion. “They’re waiting in the raft for you.” He nods at our makeshift home.

I suck my lip in. This is so confusing. Calvin acts like he wants me. I hug him. His broad shoulders freeze. “Listen, I’m not giving up hope. You’ve got good points. You’re a man of reason. But we can solve each of the problems. You don’t throw away a boat engine if it needs new spark plugs.”

“You might if no one makes replacements.”

“Well then, we’ll just have to think outside of the box, because there’s already a damn cat in it.”

He kisses my nose. “I can try.”

“You promise? Not just with your words, but in here and here?” I touch his thick hair and then his heart.

“No. I can’t promise that. Because I never make a promise that I can’t keep. But I’ll try. I’ll try really hard.”

I smile at the word “hard” and slide my hand down to his cock. But he catches it.

“If you’re still bored, I’m sure Zane and Easton can find something for you to do.”

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