Page 105 of Uncharted

There’s a remnant flash of lightning from the passing storm, but it doesn’t send fear through me. Seeing the tension and ecstasy on Sam’s face sets me off. I’m jerking and thrusting onto him.

There’s a smack on my right butt cheek. “Slow down, Little Bird.” Zane pushes another finger into my ass.

I huff in a breath through my dry throat. I bear down and still. Both Sam and Zane groan. And then Zane’s fingers are gone. The tip of his cock pushes between my cheeks. “Easy, Little Bird.” Zane rubs his hand around my buttocks. “You’ve got a beautiful ass.”

I twist my neck and gaze back at him in the dim light. His normal smile is replaced by complete concentration until he sees me looking at him and his face lights up. His smile could win awards. It’s crazy what it does to me. I can’t help but smile back. “There you go.” He pushes in slowly. “It’s easy when you let it be. Rule 17.”

I want to ask him how he has a rule about anal or am I misunderstanding, but he grabs my hips and seats himself all the way.

“Damn,” Sam says. “That’s tight.”

Easton and Dante are on either side of me, and Calvin’s next to my head. My eyes flick back to Sam.

“Fucking amazing.” Zane’s driving into me. The pace has my eyes watering. It’s so much. There’s so much going on, but I want more.

I’m holding myself up with one arm, and with the other, I take Calvin’s dick in my hand. I flash my eyes down at where I’m holding him and lick my lips. It doesn’t take but a second before the head of Calvin’s cock is in my mouth. I’m moving too much from Zane’s thrusts to be delicate or precise. Instead, I suck and rub him as much as I can. Calvin’s growling. It’s his own way of purring. He’s close. I’m close. From the noises that Zane is making, he’s even closer.

Dante leans in and kisses me behind my ear again. His other hand squeezes between Sam and me. He finds his way to my very swollen clit. Sam groans. It’s a lot. Dante is touching me as much as he is Sam. For a second, I panic, but Dante sucks harder on my neck and the thought of Sam being uncomfortable vanishes. Dante flicks me once and then a second time, and I’m done.

I suck Calvin hard as I come.

“Chiefie,” he cries. Thick streams fill my mouth until he pulls out.

I’m twitching, and it takes both Zane and Sam over the edge at the same time. Sam’s fingers claw into my hips. I don’t care that there will be bruises tomorrow, that I’ll have red spots and black and blue fingermarks over me. Not when they came with such passion.

We’ve broken through. It’s us now. Not them and Sam. Us.

I collapse onto Sam’s chest and stare into his sleepy blue eyes. There’s so much I want to say. So much I want him to know.

“Are you done being stupid?” Dante cackles next to me. He pops his finger into his mouth, licking it clean.

“What?” I lift my head.

“Not you, Sassy. You couldn’t be stupid if you tried. I hate that word, don’t know why I use it. My uncle used to call me stupid. I’m not. What I’m getting at,Sam—” he stresses.

“What he’s trying to say is teamwork makes the dream work,” Zane says, pushing up onto his elbow.

Easton groans and pushes a pillow over Zane’s head. “That’s not exactly romantic.”

“It’s notnotromantic.” Zane shrugs.

“It’s not romantic,” Calvin says.

And through it all, Sam hasn’t taken his eyes off me. “I wish I could give you a night in Rome. That’s romantic.”

“Rome is overrated. Santorini, Greece. I ported there once during a Med season. Primaries rented a pavilion overlooking the ocean. Thousands of candles, so many it was practically daylight. He proposed to her with a giant diamond. Not as big as the Pink Phoenix... but it was nice.” Zane kisses my shoulder.

Dante’s voice tickles my neck. “Greece is nice, and Rome, you can’t go wrong. But Morocco. Oh, I had the best meal of my life on a rooftop terrace at Riad El Fenn in Marrakech.”

“Nope, you’re all wrong,” Easton says.

Dante shakes his head. “All right, Swimmer Boy, what you got? A penthouse in New York City with a view of midtown?”

Zane waves his hand. “No, a jet to Paris for the weekend.”

“Always fun, but no. Lewiston, Maine. There’s a restaurant that does farm to table in a historic barn. I’d rent the whole thing out. Haley’s favorite foods. Lots of chocolate.” Easton leans over and kisses me.

“Macarons,” Zane says.

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