Page 110 of Adrift

“You are so full of it.”

“So are you.” Dante pushes into me. And I still. He’s big, and even with my last orgasm, I have to hold still and breathe as I adjust to his size. “Fuck, you’ve got a tight little cunt, don’t you, Sassy? Damn.” He tilts his head back and then grabs my legs, pulling them around his backside. I lock them behind his ass. He feels so good. He leans forward. “Are you ready to go?”

“Mmm.” My head flops to the side.

“I asked you a question.” His hand circles around my neck, and he holds it there. Our eyes lock. “I asked you a question, Sassy.”

My brain is fuzzing out. “Uh, yes.”

“Yes, what?” He glares at me, his amber eyes like dark moons.

“Yes, sir.” It’s all I can think to say.

He laughs. “That’s not what I meant, Sassy. But I like it.” Dante starts slow. His thrusts are calculated and rhythmic.

I’m sweating from every pore. Each push takes me higher. I’m becoming addicted to these men. How could I live without them? Any of them? My eyes drift close.

“Look at me, Sassy. Don’t you go anywhere. Right now, you are here with me. You like my big dick.” He’s staring at me, a glint in his eyes. He hasn’t moved his hand from around my neck. And I like it. I like it a whole heck of a lot. I grip his wrist with one hand. To keep it there or pull it off, I’m not sure. My other hand is on his shoulder. His pace is relentless. Each thrust follows the last with the exact precision I expect from Dante. His eyes hold mine. And I can’t look away. I wouldn’t look away if the whole world came crashing down.

There’s a sound from behind Dante. But the only thing I’m focusing on is him.

“That’s it. Take it. You’re such a fucking beauty.” He takes his other hand and squeezes my nipple. It hurts but in a way I like. To say I’ve never done anything like this before is absolutely true. “You have no idea, do you?”

“I...” I’ve never thought of myself that way. Hell, Steven spent years telling me my ass was too flat and I was too fat at the same time. These guys want me, but they only want me because I’m available. I understand the way it is. I’m not dumb.

“Say it. Say ‘I’m so fucking beautiful.’” He pauses. And when I don’t immediately say it, he stops. He freezes and leans over me. “Say it,” he growls into my ear.

I can’t say those words. I don’t believe them. I...

“Say it.” His grip on my neck tightens.

“I’m so fucking beautiful.” I get it out. And he smiles, but he doesn’t loosen his grip. “Sir,” I add. And he’s beaming. But most importantly, he moves again. Those spectacular brown eyes ofhis are glowing. The dimple in his cheek is like an exclamation mark on how handsome he is.

“That’s right, you are. You’re a beautiful girl who’s taking my monster dick like a champion.”

I tilt my hips up and squeeze. I squeeze harder than I ever have in my life. I want to give him so much.

“Fuck.” Dante throws his head back. His motions become feral, but he never moves his hand from my neck. He lets go of my nipple, and when he does, the blood rushing back to it sends a bolt of electricity through my body. Dante reaches between us and rubs my clit.

My body hitches like I’ve been hit with a bolt of lightning. My back arches, and my shoulders convulse.

Dante lets go of my neck. My arms fly above my head like some sort of weird party game. I find a rope on the wall and hang on to it. My body twitches, and I hang on to that rope like I might float away. I’m completely undone.

“Fuck, Sassy, that was everything.” My legs are wrapped tightly around him. I may never be able to unwrap them. I might be stuck this way. But maybe I don’t care if I am. They are ruining me for the rest of my life. He thrusts one more time, and my hips jerk, my arms pull forward, and the rope in my hand breaks.

Chapter 44

Blind Sector

Easton

Idon’t even try to go into the raft. What the hell would be the point? I stare across the fire at Calvin. We’ve got the new canvas tarp strung up over the side the wind blows from. It’s big enough that we can both be out of the rain. We are silently taking turns bringing wood over from the big pile and keeping it dry. Moving around is helping the swelling of my face. Calvin spits next to the fire. It’s hard to tell in the dim light if his mouth is still bleeding. I’m not anymore. In any other situation, I wouldn’t care if he was bleeding out his eyes. But keeping the peace for Haley’s sake is something I want to do. I glance at the raft. Calvin’s neck twists as he looks too.

Dante hasn’t had any time alone with her until now. My skin bristles, and I can feel Calvin vibrating. He’s doing that shuffle back and forth thing. Maybe he’s jealous. I don’t know. I’m not. Would I switch with Dante? In a heartbeat. But I’m not jealous, or I don’t think I am.

I stare at the side of the raft, then toss another log on and turn to the raft again. Did I hear something? Calvin heads backto the wood pile. The water in the Dutch oven is boiling. The tan bandage floats around in the water. I give it a stir with a stick we’ve been using for poking at the fire for the last few days. Honestly, I have no idea how long it will take to kill the bacteria in the fabric.

“It should be done.” Calvin nods at the fire. The logs are hissing and spitting out water. It’s a miracle there are any flames at all.

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