Page 119 of Adrift

Calvin stops and slides me to the ground, but I don’t get a chance to look around. He’s grabbed me by the back of my head. His lips on mine, he pushes his tongue into my mouth. Demanding, tantalizing, possessing. He hitches me up again, this time our fronts together. My core drags over his hardened cock. I’m on fire. My fingers are in his hair. And then I’m back down. I have to blink away the misty haze of my desire.

“Whoa. This is...” My words are lost. It’s like a fantasy. A waterfall cascades from three stories high to a large pool. The water is clear. It’s deep but not so deep I can’t see the bottom of the pool. Ferns and plants surround all but an area near the waterfall. A large slab of eroded lava rock is flat and smooth.Dappled sunlight glistens on it. A beacon in the jungle calling to us. “This is unbelievable.”

“I know.” Calvin reaches down and takes my hand. He kisses the top of it. “I wanted to show you. But I also knew once we knew this was here, we weren’t going to want to stay on the beach. I didn’t want to take that hope away from you. But...”

“I know. I saw the map tree yesterday. Today is three weeks.” Three weeks. Twenty-one days. It’s the amount of time any government with a budget is going to search for a group of citizens.Rock Candywas ported out of the Bahamas. It has to be all over the news. Sensationalized, but then anything about someone with as much money as Mr. Rockwell was going to be in the news over and over again. He owns two large companies. But any search effort past now, one of his companies would be funding. How long would they look? How much longer? Was the other raft found? And if so, what would they do about it?

But no, we are on our own for now. And spending time on the beach hoping for hope when it might not exist—it doesn’t make sense.

“Three weeks,” Zane repeats, shaking his head. “It doesn’t feel that long. But I guess it is.”

Dante takes my other hand.

“They think we’re dead,” I say, looking at him.

Calvin clears his throat. “We’re not dead.”

“No, we’re not.” I take Calvin’s hand with my other one.

“We’re very much alive.” Zane steps in front of me, kissing my nose. “And I know you think this place isn’t going to provide for us, Calvin. But fuck it. We have to have a little faith in it. In ourselves.” He has his crew sweatshirt on backwards, the little kitten nestled into his hood. “We’ve found friendship. We’ve found Sandy.” He rubs the top of the cat’s head.

“No.” The rest of us veto the name.

Easton steps behind me, his uninjured hand on my waist. “We’ve got each other. We can work through the rest.”

The rest, it’s going to be a lot. The problem solver in me wants to make a list. The rainy season, food, shelter, medical supplies. So much more. The list will get longer and longer, and there’s nothing we can do about it.

“Hey, Little Bird. We’re okay.” Zane cups the side of my cheek. His lips are warm on mine.

Hands surround me. Touching me. Easton strips my shirt off. My pants vanish with Dante’s movements.

I’m crying, but I’m not crying because we’re wrecked. I’m crying because I feel so loved. So cherished. It’s too much. When I glance at their faces, their eyes are dilated with desire.

I duck between Dante and Calvin, slip right out of their hands. I take quick steps and run beside the pool to where the rock calls out my name. I should test the water, know the depth, and check for the Loch Ness monster, but I don’t. I jump straight in. My best dives always turn into belly flops. Instead, I cannonball in. The water is warm and clear, like the bougiest of luxury pools. Like one I swam in in Saint Lucia at an owner’s mansion. Five underwater strokes, and the water glides over my nude body.

I break through the surface as Zane says, “Let’s go.” He jumps into the pool, his bandage gone. He swims over to me. “How you doing, you gorgeous Little Bird?” He pulls me closer, and we have that water kiss I missed before. He takes my hand and loops it around his neck. He’s keeping us afloat, paddling slowly behind him. I’m not worrying about drowning. The rest of the guys around me wouldn’t ever let anything happen.

Protected isn’t enough to describe the feeling I have, but I’m not ready to call it anything more than that. Zane is an amazing kisser, and floating doesn’t change any of that. I’m on top, but he’s controlling everything. I tighten my legs, getting rid of anyspace between the two of us. His cock hits me in just the right spot. And I close my eyes, letting the sensation take me over.

Easton is right beside me. And when I lift my head, he leans in, takes over kissing me. Dante tows us to the edge of the pool. The three of us cling together like a family of sleeping otters. Only there’s nothing sleepy about me right now. I’m more awake than I’ve ever felt.

There’s a loud splash to my side, and when Easton releases my lips, I turn toward the sound. Dante’s perched on the edge of the rock. The rock hangs into the water, submerged by a few inches. He spreads his legs, his cock standing out of the water. “Come here.” He reaches for me. And I go. I take Dante into my hand, running my fingers over his length. I take him into my mouth.

“Fuck, Haley. That’s not what I meant, but don’t stop.” Dante’s breathy. His massive cock stands upright.

Someone has their hands around my waist. Hands big enough they cover my entire rib cage. Calvin—it has to be. “Float your legs back, Haley.” Calvin smacks at my ass.

I let my legs drift up, anchoring myself with one hand. The other is wrapped around Dante’s cock. My tongue circles his head, running over him. I inhale and take him to the base of my throat. Something’s going on down my body. Hands are on my breasts. Calvin is standing between my legs. My ass is floating to the sky while he holds me up. And then I feel it. A tongue on my clit.

It’s slow at first, circling. A finger slides into me. A splash of water and Easton comes up next to my waist. And disappears again. I keep working Dante.

“Fuck, Sassy, you’re doing such a good job. Don’t let Swimmer Boy distract you. Is he making you feel good? With his big old tongue?”

I moan around Dante’s cock. Zane’s standing close. So close. He’s got one hand on my breast. I reach out, and at first I’m bracing myself on his waist. But with each stroke on Dante, I become more stable. I slide my hand down and take Zane in my fist.

“Fuck, Little Bird.” He guides my hand up and down his dick.

So many hands, so many sensations. My brain is frazzled taking them all in. From one to the next, to the next. Dante’s in my mouth. Zane’s hand on my breast, his hand over mine. Easton’s tongue on my clit, his fingers pushing in and out of me. And Calvin’s hands on my ass. He’s keeping me up. But then something else. There’s a gentle pressure on my ass. Calvin’s pushing slightly on my butthole.

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