Page 70 of Uncharted

“Dare.” His voice rumbles through me.

“Fuck me, hard.” I want them all, but his hands drop from the beam.

“Gratefully, Chiefie.”

Zane’s got one of the beige horse pillows in his hand as he lifts my shoulders up, pushing it underneath me. And another one at my lower back. The angle has my lower half higher than my head.

Calvin’s thick finger runs over my stomach, down to my core. He slides one in. I’m still tender from flying on Easton’s tongue. But I want more. He taps me on my hips, and I lift my legs, allowing him to settle in between them. When the tip of his cock pushes an inch into me, I’m ready to fire off.

“Hold steady there, Chiefie.” He sinks into me. “Okay?”

“So much better than okay.” It’s weird. I know the other guys are here. I feel them. Sometimes it’s like we’re all in it together. But then other times, I’m focused on just one of them. I don’t know if it’s wrong. I’m done assigning that word to things. I have to give that word up. Let it go. All I know is that every day, I’m more attached to each one of them. When this is all over, it’s going to break me.

But I shove that thought out. In a way, when it’s over, that would be a good thing, right? It means we’re home. Back with family. They’re back with family.

I slam the door on my traitorous brain. I hook my arms over Calvin’s neck and kiss him. Beer and pizza. Home. His tongue battles with mine. I tilt my pelvis, and he jerks his head back.

“That’s the way you do it, Sassy.” Dante ducks his head and takes a nipple into his mouth. It’s like a wire is attached to my clit. I’m so close already. There’s something about the air here. I’ve become a sex goddess. I want more. So much more.

From the corner of my eye, I see Zane stripping, and I reach for him. “How are you doing, Little Bird?”

Words are hard, but I push out a... “Good, so good.”

Zane runs his thumb over my lip. It’s so him. It must activate some mythical pressure point when he does it, because a wave of shivers cascades through my body.

I scan down his body. And he moves around to my side—kneeling, bending forward, the tip of his cock near my lips. I circle it and suck him in. My eyes close. Zane fucks my mouth, slow at first, but when I run my tongue along the underside, he breaks loose, speeding up the pace.

Easton and Dante play with my breasts, timing their assaults for when there is room, while Calvin’s thrusts push me up the cushions.

It’s a lot.

I’m so full.

It’s amazing how much I love this. I’m in control—while I’m not. I’m not sure why it turns me on so. I need this. I’ll never be the same after. There’s no after for me. I’ll never survive without them. I need them here, but I’ll need them more later. Shit.

I slam the door on my overactive brain, sucking Zane down, maybe too hard. He shoots off in my mouth with sudden force. I swallow down as much as I can.

“Bloody hell!” His cock slips out of my mouth, hot streams of his cum coating my shoulder. His body jerks beside me. I’m watching. It makes me feel so powerful, like I can do anything.

Calvin’s thrust is deep. “Chiefie.” He breathes in, and his barrel chest expands even larger.

I reach past his chest, wrapping one arm around his back. And the hold on his pace doubles. He grabs my hips with one hand and tilts me. And he hits the spot. The spot that until recently I thought was a myth.

Dante slides his finger between my body and Calvin’s. Two flicks of my clit and all thoughts of world domination vanish. All thoughts disappear. There’s no overthinking; there’s only existing. Vibrations roar at me. My back arches as stars fill my vision. My neck bends, sending the top of my head to the floor, as if I’m about to do the backbends I was never able to do, back in gymnastics in elementary school.

“Haley!” Calvin comes hard with me.

I’m shaky and sweaty. I open my eyes.

And there’s Sam.

Upside down Sam. The door to my rational brain opens again. Taking in clues, trying to process what I think he’s feeling. Is his brow furrowed? Is there judgement in his eyes? Does he think less of me? My stomach seizes up. Too much wine. I’ve had too much wine. Two glasses over three hours. No, it’s not the wine—it’s fear. Fear of loss. Losing the guys, not having a chance to see what things are like with Sam. It’s too much?—

“Hey, Firefly?” Easton’s lips are on mine. “You’re fucking beautiful and amazing. Stop thinking so hard.” Easton smooths his fingers over my forehead, like he can smooth out my worry lines. “You’re fine. We’ve got you.” I know he’s talking about him and the guys from the beach. And I know it’s true for as long as we’re here. Beyond that? Again, I try to slam the door shut and forget I ever thought about it. Tonight is big. It’s too important to wrap a blanket of insecurity around myself.

My lips turn upward, and I give Easton a smile. I push all the way up and twist, bringing Sam into view. He hasn’t run off, so that’s a good thing. I only hold his gaze for a few seconds before I have to look away. He’s too handsome, too classy and sexy for me. They all are.

Easton laughs. “You have no idea, do you?” His finger is on the backside of my hair. The palm of his other hand covers my breast.

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