Page 82 of Uncharted

Haley squeezes my hand as she finishes up. “Crazy, huh?” She yawns.

“Yes.” It’s a lot to take in. And I’m too tired to make sense of it all now. I follow her down the stairs, watching her ass on the way to the primary suite. There’s shouting. “Not the green menace, Zane. Have some mercy on us.” Dante punches a pillow, fluffing it. “Ah, Sassy, there you are. Tell Zane he can skip over Hulk Two because it’s shit.”

“I don’t know. I think I need to hear them all.” She steps into the bathroom with her new shirt as Dante groans.

“Sassy, you’re killing me.” Dante moans and holds up the sheet. “We have a system, Sam. You don’t get to jump the line. But on the bright side, it’s easier to get up and go to the bathroom if you don’t have the Viking’s damn calf thrown over your leg.”

“The fucker’s leg weighs a ton,” Easton says.

“Does not.” Calvin’s eyes are little slits. “Why the hell are you all yelling?”

Haley crawls into bed between Calvin and Dante. She smooths Calvin’s hair back, but I can tell she’s checking for a fever. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I haven’t drunk a case of warm beer and sliced open my foot in a while.”

She presses a kiss to his forehead. “You want to sleep on the edge so you can get up easier?”

“No.” He pulls her to him, and Dante puts his hand on her hip.

“You have a shirt on.” Calvin’s got the hem, and it’s gone before she can answer.

“You need to sleep some more, Calvin.”

His hand is on her breast, and I can’t look away. I should get ready for bed or at least move my dog. But I’m just standing here staring at them. Easton settles next to Calvin. Penny’s between the two of them.

Haley lifts her head. “You coming?”

“Come on, Captain. I promise to not spoon you. At least not tonight.” Dante laughs.

Zane sits on the side of the bed. “Little Bird wants Hulk. She’s getting Hulk. After the opening credits we see our hero David Banner working in a lab—” Zane stops and stares at me. “You ready, Sam?”

“Right, sure.”

Dante pushes a pillow at me, and I take it. It’s a really good pillow, but so are the sheets. Damn, I hadn’t thought of taking some of these before.

“Ready?” Zane asks.

“Yes.” The bed is really comfortable, and as Zane drones on, I remember how much I like movies, and he’s really good at describing the scene. I can almost remember the smell of the theater I saw it in with my brother Charlie. And this bed is a hell of a lot more comfortable than sleeping on the wheelhouse floor or even on the bed in my cabin. But it’s something else. Knowing that Zane is going to go take a watch, that there are others around me, that I don’t have to do it all... I drift off to Zane’s voice.

I’m disoriented when I open my eyes and see the carved beams on the ceiling. It takes me a minute to realize where I am. I’m pretty sure I haven’t moved at all since I drifted off. I stretch. Haley’s next to me, and Calvin’s on the other side of her. But Easton, Zane, Dante, and Penny are all gone. Haley wiggles back, stretching, and as she does, she wiggles into my crotch. My morning wood was already there. With her bare back and little underwear, I’m even harder. Her hand comes around and lands on my thigh.

I put my hand on top and lean over her. “Morning.” It’s then that I see Calvin’s eyes are open. He’s watching us.

“Sam.” His voice rakes low. “Chiefie.” He leans in and gives her a kiss.

“Are you doing okay?” Haley asks.

“Like I have stitches. But nothing else. There’s no throbbing. At least, not in my foot.”

Haley laughs, and fuck if it doesn’t make my dick jump. “Do you need me to get you anything?”

“Always such a good Chiefie. Yes, Haley, I do need something.”

“What?” She moves to get up, but his arm swings across her body to my arm. He pins her to the bed.

“You,” he says. And his lips are on her neck. He pulls her underwear off in a swift motion.

I’m frozen. But then she takes my hand and wraps it around her, placing it on her breast. She pushes even farther into me. My cock settles between her ass cheeks. My hips take off by themselves. My brain shuts off, and my body takes control. Between my thumb and forefinger, I roll her nipple. And she makes the most delicious mewing sound.

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