Page 68 of Uncharted

I’m focused on Haley and only Haley. I hold my hand out, and she takes it and lowers herself to the ground.

“Catch,” Zane says. He throws a thin horse pillow at me. I catch it with my free hand and place it on the floor, moving my feet to either side.

Haley slowly moves between my legs. Her hands trail down my sides, leaving wakes of goosebumps.

I close my eyes for only a second, taking in the deliciousness of her touch. It’s something I want to always remember.

“Make sure not to get that precious pillow dirty, Sam.” Dante laughs again. But neither Haley nor I turn.

“You are so beautiful.” I run my hand along her neck, tilting her chin up to me. Now she looks away. “Really, Haley.”

There’s a rustle to the side of us. Easton’s moving closer. “He’s right, Firefly. Nothing compares to you.”

Her shoulders round. Damn this woman. If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to make her understand how special she is. This isn’t about her being here; this isn’t about anything other than her.

She lifts her fingers and trails them around my abs, inching closer to my groin. My cock jumps toward her touch. And I have to grit my molars to keep from coming before her lips have even hovered over me. I’m wired to go in an instant.

“Sam?” She runs her finger over my abs.

I have them gone in an instant. I sit, and my cock jumps at her.

Her head bows, and she licks up the underside of my cock. I’m shivering and hot all at once. When her lips close over me, my eyes drift shut and I have to force them open to watch the goddess on her knees in front of me. I’m not worthy of her—none of us are. She’s amazing. She has one hand around my waist, and the other grips the base of my cock. Each thrust into her mouth is tantalizing.

“Fuck, you’re doing such a good job,” I grit out. The air scorches my throat as I pull it in. Her hand wraps tighter around the base of my shaft as she works me into her amazing mouth.

“Damn. I bet she’s wetter than the ocean. We need to check,” Dante says.

My eyes snap open and over to him. Fuck, I almost forgot they were even in the room. My vision stops when Haley stops.

“No,” Calvin says, his eyes wide. “This is a dare; wait your turn, Chef.”

There’s noise in the room, but she’s the sun. Her blue eyes water as she pushes me deeper down her throat. Her tongue swipes along the underside of my head, and I’m gone. My hand in her hair, I hold her snug to me. Taking me down. I don’t even hear how she’s gagging. A snap of my consciousness and I let her head go, giving her the ability to pull back. She doesn’t, though. She sucks harder, and my back arches in the chair, vibrating. My vision blurs on the ceiling, my arms hang loose at my side, as I twitch with the electricity of my orgasm. I’m gone.

She doesn’t stop until every ounce of me is spent. I slide out of her mouth. Somehow, I right myself. Her blue eyes are glued to mine.

Zane gives her a cloth, and Easton hands her his glass. She tips it back, drinking it down, and her shoulders shudder when she hands it back to him, still on her knees. She straightens, watching me as she does. Her ponytail is a mess; her lips are swollen and red. I thought she was beautiful before, but I’ve never seen someone so enticing. She’s spun sugar in front of me.

“Look at you, Sugar.” I rest my elbows on my knees and pull her to me. Kissing again. Taking the thirty-year-old Scotch from her lips.

“Dare complete,” Calvin growls.

Haley steps away, a smile on her lips. I reach out and pull her back to me until she’s sitting on my lap. “I don’t know if this is fair. It’s Haley’s birthday, after all.”

She wraps her hands around my neck. “I’m having a good time. This is a lot of fun. Don’t you think?” She gives me a quick kiss and jumps from my lap, snatching the bottle from the floor. Message received. Earlier in the wheelhouse, she told me that she wasn’t going to give them up to just have me. I need to share.

My lips purse as I stand. I’m getting hard again already. I drag the chair out of the middle of the circle. “Give it a good spin. If it lands on me again... I won’t mind,” I say.

She laughs. “Everyone needs a turn.”

“Birthday girl rules.” Zane tugs on her hand, pulling her onto his lap, kissing her quickly and setting her on her feet again. “Give it a good spin, Little Bird.”

She holds the bottle above her head and walks around the circle with slow steps. “Ready?” Her wrist flicks, and the bottle spins. It wobbles and slows, Easton, Zane, Dante, me, Calvin... I think it might land on me, but it keeps going. It almost stops on Calvin, but then, like a magician’s rigged show, it jumps and stops on Easton.

Easton’s face lights up. “All right,” rolls off his tongue.

“The bottle has spoken,” Dante says.

I reach for my pants, but Dante hooks them with his big toe and tosses them across the room. I’m about to say something when Haley moves to Easton. “Truth or dare?” Haley asks. Her back is to me.

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