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“Dare. I’m an open book. You can ask me anything anytime, Firefly.” His eyes roam over her.

She steps to the side.

Easton inclines his head at me. “What’s it going to be, Sam?”

“I already said I don’t think it’s fair that the birthday girl is doing all the work.”

“I thoroughly agree. Firefly?” He takes Haley’s hand and leads her to the center of the circle. With a flash, he drops down in a low squat. His hands trace up her legs. With a hook of his thumbs, he pulls her shorts down to her ankles.

Haley’s got one hand in his hair, the other gripping her breast.

Easton grabs her sides, and she leans backward into his embrace. It’s intoxicating, an acrobatic show that’s more practiced than spontaneous. He lowers her to the floor—Zane’s ready with a pillow at her head before she hits. Easton rocks off his toes to his knees. He pushes up her bra, getting it out of the way.

I find myself tilting my head to get a better view. But when he lifts her leg around his back, her toe points, and fuck if I’m not going hard again already.

Chapter31

Brewing Storm

Haley

Easton’s a champion at more than his scissor kick and butterfly stroke. His tongue has my vision blurred. I’m so worked up from everything that’s already gone on: having Zane dance for me, Calvin taking my shirt off, then touching Sam. Dante was right—my panties are soaked. And Easton’s tongue is teasing me in the right way. I’m on fire. I can’t believe how much I need to release. How much I want to break apart. What he’s doing to me has my hips vibrating. I raise my head and will my eyes to look at him. My fingers run through his silky hair, and I lift myself to get closer to his glorious mouth.

It’s so good.

My lips part, and I turn my head to the side. Zane’s bright smile fills my soul, and then he winks at me. It’s like he flicks a switch and zaps of electricity fire around my body. Heat builds.

“Oh, she’s close, Swimmer Man.” Dante laughs.

And I want to laugh at how Dante has aged up Easton’s nickname. But I can’t get my mouth to work. I’m jelly, pulsing at Easton’s will.

“She’s amazing.” Sam’s voice shakes with me.

“Right? It’s as good as having your own orgasm, watching her. Fuck.” The carpet moves near my head as Calvin steps toward me. I peek up at him. He’s hanging on the beam still. The crinkles at the corners of his green eyes are there. And it fills me.

A finger enters my pussy, one, then two. Easton moves them with his tongue. The fluttering starts. Then Easton slows, and the release I’m chasing moves away again. I lift myself, bridging my back. I might not be a gymnast or an Olympic swimmer, but I can hold a position long enough to get what I want.

Dante laughs next to me. He’s closer now too. “Give her what she wants, Easton.”

And Easton sucks my clit so suddenly that I fly upward, thrashing as he holds me down, licking every last drop out of me until my legs hinge shut around his head.

I close my eyes but then force them back open. Five attentive men stare at me.

“That was amazing, Haley,” Easton says first.

“That’s my line.” I push up onto my elbows.

His blue eyes are glowing at me. I roll over onto my stomach. I’m definitely not done. “I want more.”

Dante’s laugh rolls over me. “Of course you do, Sassy.” Dante has already peeled off his shirt. His shorts are gone in a flash.

“Fuck.” Sam kneels on the carpet next to me. “I’ve got a sudden urge to protect you from the monster he’s got between his legs.”

“Exactly.” Easton trails his hand around my stomach. I grab his hand and suck his finger into my mouth.

“Game on.” Dante’s on one side, Zane on the other. But Calvin is still looming over us. His powerful body is a threat and a promise. I’m not sure I can take it.

The bottle’s by my head. I turn it till it points at Calvin. He’s had enough punishment. And I have too. Staring at Calvin’s sculpted body for the last hour has been driving me crazy.

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