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I push the rest of the way in, to the hilt. Even as wet as she is, I give her a little time to adjust to my size. It takes a special kind of woman to ride my cock. Oh, all the girls think they want a big guy. They squirm at the size. But actually taking it, riding it? Yeah, that’s a special kind of girl.

“Dante. Fuck, is she good and wet?” Zane drops down to her side, his finger grazing her tit.

Easton’s sucking on her neck, licking the last bit of chocolate from her pale skin.

“So wet, aren’t you, Sassy?”

“Yes. It’s good. Really good.”

I yank on the side of her butt cheek, flashing it to Zane. I raise my eyebrows to him in the dim light, and he gets the message. His hand cracks down on the side of it.

Haley screams.

“Did you like that, Sassy?”

“Yes.”

I lift the other side, and it takes Easton a second to get the message and move away from his dessert. He evens her out. The noise this time turns to a moan.

Calvin takes her hair and pulls her face back to his. His lips devour her. Her moans are muffled by his Viking head. I slam into her harder, my relentless pace taking her and pushing her into the giant.

On each side, I see both Easton and Zane working themselves, their dicks rigid and ready to explode.

I lean back, and Easton works his hand between Sassy and me. His finger finds her clit. She rockets off with the second brush of his finger.

She screams, “Dante.” Her pussy begins to flutter around me.

“Come for him.” Calvin’s voice is deep and hard, his eyes wide. Our Viking likes watching too.

Her voice echoes through the forest. Hell, they might even be able to hear it on the mainland, wherever that is. Her orgasm slams into me, and it takes me over the edge with her. It’s never-ending, the waves that come over my body. Calvin rips off her blindfold. Fuck, it’s exactly what I need.

Her sleepy blue eyes hold mine as I ride out the last wave, my hammering slowing to a rocking motion. “Damn, Sassy. You are the best. There’s no doubt about it.”

I’m slow to move away from her. My cock is still hard, and I’d like to keep it in her for longer, but I can’t?etiquette and all. Sharing is part of the game here. Not that it’s a game any longer. Nothing about this is a game. This is real.

I take the cloth Zane has gotten ready. It’s weird to have washcloths and clean towels. Gently, I wash her before crawling up her body. I kiss her lips and work down her jaw to her ear. “I love you. And not because someone said I do but because it’s true.” I won’t whisper it ever again. No, I want to shout it from the top of the map tree. And before she can answer, I kiss her again. She tastes of chocolate and Sassy, which is better than chocolate any day.

“Dante,” she says. I see it on her face.

I shake my head. She doesn’t have to say it back. I’m not needy like that. Not that I think in a million years I’m deserving of her love. No, she’s a three-Michelin-star restaurant and I’m cold fast food takeout. I run my hand down her shoulder and move to the side. We’re in this for the long haul. And I’m not talking about just tonight.

Chapter19

Luxury Liner

Calvin

It’s drizzling outside, like it does a lot of mornings. But damn, it’s nice to have a roof over our heads. It’s like every other day, but it’s not. Through the mosquito netting, dappled light fights to break into our treehouse. The weak sunbeams play with the golden tones in Haley’s hair. There’s probably a rainbow out there. I should get up, but I’ve got a few more minutes before I have to. High tide can wait—Chiefie’s head is on my shoulder, her warm body curled against my side. Zane’s hand cradles her waist.

Down by the stove, Dante lightly whistles under his breath. I don’t think he even knows he’s doing it. Things are clinking. The stove opens and closes with a loud squeak. I need to remember to grab oil from the Rock Candy.

Zane slowly lifts his hand off Haley.

“I’m not asleep,” her groggy voice huffs into my chest.

“You sure about that, Chiefie? You sound like you’re talking in your sleep.”

“I don’t talk in my sleep.”

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