Page 88 of Adrift

I grab the sides of her thighs and let my fingers sink into her. She moans again. And I’m gripping harder, and I can only imagine the smirk on my face matches Zane’s.

“Slow down, Haley. Torture him a little. Like you did me,” Zane huskily whispers to Haley.

“Damn,” I hiss out because Haley does exactly as he suggests. Her tongue swirls slower. Her head bobs up and down, but she’s moved everything down a gear. Which has upped the intensity ten times. Ten thousand times. “Fuck, Haley. Don’t listen to Zane. He’s some kind of ass.”

She laughs around my cock, and it’s enough to make me want to let go.

But not yet. I need to last longer.

I feel my muscles tense. I’m going to explode. “Damn Haley. This is so good.” It’s going to be a big one. I know it. I need to warn her. But I can’t stop her. I’m so hard and so close. I don’t want to come, but the orgasm is right there. It’s going to happen. She’s only concentrating on sucking the top of my cock, but then she takes me deep into her throat.

“Fuck, Haley.” I hiss through my teeth. A loud moan rips from her throat, and it’s enough to make me want to come harder than I ever have before. “Fuck. Yeah,” I say. I’m fighting it. I’m fighting like hell. Trying to stay in my body, trying to fight back the oncoming eruption. I’m losing every battle. Her head bobs up and down faster, and she’s using her hands to pump me at the same time. I’m close. So close. I don’t know how I’m managing to hold on. More sucking noises. Her moaning and her whimpering—it’s going to make me come. “Haley, holy shit.” I’m louder than I know I should be. No way Dante can sleep through this. We’re bouncing all over the place. Hell, Calvin has to be able to hear us even with the howling wind.

My hands are in her hair, trying to slow her down, trying to control her. But she’s too good. I’m not going to survive this at all. “Pull back a sec. I need to... I need to pull out.” I’m telling her without words. I’m going to come. I’m going to come. I can’t stop it. I can’t. But she doesn’t listen. She’s too caught up in what she’s doing with her amazing tongue.

And I’m going to come. I’m still fighting it. But it’s too late. I’m going to shoot down the back of her throat. “Fuck, Haley. I can’t pull out. I’m going to...” I groan. I’m so close. I’m holding it back, but just barely. My cock is about to explode. “Fuck!” I’m trying to pull back, trying to stop it, but my control is gone. “Haley, I’m going to come,” I say through my teeth.

She lifts her head in time, and I shoot over her knees. Or at least, I think I do. It’s too dark to tell. “Damn.” The stars are out behind my eyes. Every cell in my body fires at the same time, and I’m shaking. When I settle back to earth, I realize I’ve left a mess all over Haley. My shirt is nearby. I grab it and reach for her. But she’s already missing. And I feel hollow inside. I take care of what is mine. But then, she’s not mine, is she? A brief flash of lightning reveals her on the other side of the raft with the bucket and sponge.

I move to go after her, but Zane grabs me around my ankle. “Let her be.” It’s clear. She’s not mine, she’s not his, or ours even.

The boom for the last flash is twenty seconds later. We’re through the storm.

Zane is rearranging the bed cushions. The rain and wind are slowing, and there is even the slightest bit of light coming from outside.

“Are you doing okay?” I can’t let her be. Letting something or someone be isn’t in my nature.

“Yes, I’ll be right there. I’m mopping up some water that came through the flap.”

That’s it. I’m beside her. If Dante was asleep before, he’s not now. “I’ll do it. You go lie down.” I put my hand on top of hers.

“It’s fine. I’ve got it.” Haley doesn’t let go.

“I insist.” My face is next to hers, but I can’t make anything out.

“Okay.” She lets go of the sponge.

“I’ve got a nice nest for you over here, Haley,” Zane says. She makes her way over to him. “You good?”

I imagine him tucking her in. I move the sponge along the side of the raft. There’s a lot of water. But it doesn’t take too long to get rid of most of it, and I head back to Haley and Zane.

She lifts the cover, and while I’m not cold in the least, I crawl under it. It’s not long before the raft vibrates again. I liftmy head. Calvin’s there, lifting the flap. He’s silhouetted in the entryway. I don’t blame the ass. I’d want to be in here with her too. Both to be with Haley and to be out of the damn rain.

Chapter 35

Plunder

Calvin

The fire’s out. I tried the best I could to keep it going, but the rain poured through the flimsy fire protection we threw together at the last minute. It didn’t stand a chance. The wind was the big issue. We’re going to have to start over tomorrow. And there’s no reason to keep watch. It’s stormy as shit out there, and the visibility is nothing. Any boat out there is going to be busy enough keeping themselves off the coral and sandbars surrounding the island. No one is moving at a leisurely pace tonight. No one is going to be looking for a flare, either.

The only thing that was keeping me outside in the rain was the noise coming from the raft. Fuck me. I told her to have fun. This was the plan. But still. I told her to keep herself alive. I kept her hands from touching me, kept her off me. I’m not ready for a girl like Haley. She’s the kind you keep. And I’m not someone who is a keeper. I’m the one who wouldn’t let her touch me. But damn it, she was more than willing. The sounds lifting out of the raft, rising above the howling wind and the crashing waves, were more erotic than anything I’d ever heard.

It’s quiet now when I crawl over the edge. I’m not gentle. The raft shakes with my landing on the floor. Dante’s to one side of the door, asleep—I can make out his shape rolled against the sidewall. The night sky has cleared enough, and somewhere under the cloud cover, the moon is trying to lend some light. On the other side of the raft, the rest of them lie. When the flap closes, it’s dark, like pitch black. Cave-like. My eyes are open, but I feel like they’re closed. I hear them moving their hands. I thought they were done.

I peel off my wet crew jacket. My shirt is in here somewhere, dry. I leave the flare gun next to the door. It’s remarkably dry. I pad over to where I remember leaving my shirt. I need to dry off if I’m going to have any chance of sleeping. At least a little. The raft is humid but warm and smells of sex. I inch along the other side of the wall of the raft, away from Dante.

“Calvin, is that you?” Haley’s voice is husky.

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