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Now Easton laughs out a breath. “Shakespeare?”

But Zane doesn’t respond. His lips are back on mine. Our bodies are lined up. I’m practically lying on top of Easton.

Chapter 34

Full Sail

Easton

Zane’s kissing her, and it turns me on until I think I want to explode. My fingers grip her stomach, pulling her against my erection. Her lush ass cradles me. But I need her leggings gone. I dip my hand into her waistband. Her skin is velvety richness, and I want to revel in every bit of it. I inch my hands upward. Her breasts are both free from her sports bra and Zane’s hands. They’re heavy in my palms, and when I press on her nipple, she arches her back into me, breaking her kiss with Zane. A flash lights the raft.

“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous.” Zane’s loud, and I want to smack him. Because we hashed this out. Extensively. For far too long. She’s not supposed to know we have a plan. So he needs to be quiet enough that reasonably Dante and Calvin can’t hear.

She laughs softly, like she doesn’t believe him. And fuck, I throw the plan out too. She rolls onto her back, and I need her pants off her more than I need my next breath. Discretion? That’s out the window too. Being quiet with a woman like Haleysimply isn’t possible. She needs to understand how luscious and amazing she is.

“He’s right, Haley.” And damn, I’m already thinking about how we can get her to do this during the day. I want to see every look on her face, the flush on her skin, the way her head rocks from side to side when she thinks she can’t take any more pleasure.

The raft shakes when I move onto my knees. The bottom is inflated as much as the sides are, like a giant air mattress. There is a little foot pump that we use every day to top off the air. Every movement we make sends quakes through the floor.

Another flash. Haley tips her head up, her gaze on Dante, just as he gives his best fake mumbling breath. Or at least, I think it’s fake. When I had my concussion back in boarding school, I wanted to sleep 24/7, so he might really be asleep. But I don’t care.

Her laugh was one of disbelief when Zane told her she was gorgeous.

“He’s right, you know. You’re absolutely stunning.” I move between her legs and slide my forefinger and thumbs under her waistband. She lifts her hips, and I tug her leggings from her. I toss them away from Dante, away from the door with the water pooling next to it.

“You don’t know that. It’s dark.” She laughs again, but this one is followed by a gasp because I’ve sucked her nipple into my mouth and I’m rubbing her other one.

“It could be as dark as the bottom of the ocean, my love. Your beauty is embedded in my soul already,” Zane says. But he says it with that damn British accent, so it sounds even better. He kisses her again. I should have moved in when he was taking his shorts off. But I have a better idea.

“Your skin is so soft. Like a cloud.” I run my fingers up and down her leg to her mound. Slowly, I move her legs apart. Myhands are on the lower part of her stomach, and the vibrations of her chest rising and falling speed up with each touch of my hands, each movement of Zane on her lips.

I kiss her smooth skin below her belly button and slide myself down until my lips land on her clit. I taste the ocean salt on her skin, and I want more. With flicks of my tongue on her, I pulse my fingers in and out of her in unison with my mouth.

She whimpers. “Oh, oh.”

I want her. I want to know how good she feels. I want to double her pleasure, triple it. To take away every fear and uncertainty for a while and make her explode with desire. I am obsessed with this girl. I don’t even care that I’m sharing her. At least not now, not here. She echoed what Calvin said: There’s only one rule. Stay alive.

Zane moves, straddling her around her waist. His ass blocks any view of what’s happening on the other side. But it’s too dark to see, anyway.

His thrusting vibrates the raft. She’s soaking, and I want to see the expression on her face, the flush on her cheeks. I’m relentless with the pace. I suck on her clit, and she explodes. Her moans are muffled, and when I move to her side, I can make out why. Zane has his cock nestled between her breasts. He’s holding her head up, and she’s sucking on the end of his cock. Fuck if it isn’t the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I move to behind her head, putting my knees by her ears, supporting her head with my legs. I figure Zane will slide down, but he leans back, cradling her breasts with both hands now. She sucks him in harder and deeper. The noise of it makes me want to come.

“Fuck,” Zane says. “So good, Haley.” And he pulls back, spilling over her chest.

I don’t know what I expect, but him flipping her onto her stomach when he moves off her isn’t it. Her hands are on mycock, and then her mouth hits me. Her lips are warm and wet. She shimmies up until her knees are under her chest.

With more lightning, I see Zane move behind her, letting her use him as a chair. “Lift your beautiful ass, Haley.”

She doesn’t move, and her lips plunge over my cock.

“Haley. Lift your ass now. I want to taste your pussy,” Zane says. If I’d said it, it would have come off crass. But with his British accent, it sounds like he’s inviting her over for tea.

She works my cock and licks the top, holding me in her tight hands. I can see hardly anything, only the top of her light blonde-brown hair.

“It’s too much.” Her breath is husky and shallow. She sucks me back into her mouth, and my thoughts go white.

“I’ll say when you’ve had enough pleasure. And this isn’t it. One orgasm isn’t enough, sweetie. You deserve far more, and we’re going to give it to you.” Zane laughs.

I let my hands travel from her neck down her sides, exploring, seeing with my hands. Her knees are tucked into her chest. Zane’s there on her ass. A flash and I catch Zane’s smirk. He raises his hand, and the light is gone. A soft smack and she moans around my cock. She didn’t expect the tap. But she didn’t mind it either.

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