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Calvin lifts his lips from hers. “She likes a little pressure. A little nip of pain. Don’t you, Chiefie?” His loose hand moves between the back of Haley’s hand and mine. He gathers her hair and tugs her head back. It’s then I realize his other hand is between her legs.

Her hips are vibrating between his hand and my cock. It’s fucking amazing. The noises coming out of her are enough to make me want to come. Calvin takes his hand out of her and licks his fingers.

Haley groans and instantly flips to me. Her kiss is full of hunger, and I’m not going to deny her. She pushes on my shoulder, and I go flat against the bed. Then she’s on top of me, straddling my waist. She rolls her hips, grinding up the length of my cock once and then twice.

“Haley, fuck.”

Her lips turn up in a smirk. Her blond hair is sticking out in every direction, but with the morning light behind her, she’s a damn angel. “That’s exactly what we should do.”

“Do it.” I grab the base of my cock, and with one move, I’m in.

She tilts her head back, rolling her neck, before her bright eyes shine back at me. “Sam.”

“You feel incredible.”

She tips her hips, and I slide in even deeper. And my eyes roll into the back of my head. I grip her hips. And damn if Green isn’t right. The tighter I grip, the more she flutters around me. I’m controlling the pace, but damn if watching her isn’t the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. Her eyes are closed, and when her tongue darts out of her mouth, licking her lips, my cock jumps inside of her.

She tries to change the pace, lifting her adorable ass higher and slamming back down into me. But I need this to last. I need for her to get everything she needs too.

The bed dips next to us. Calvin’s sitting, his bandaged foot jutting off to the side. Even with her on her knees, he’s taller than her. His lips are on her neck, and she turns her head to the side, giving him better access.

All I can think is that Dante was right: watching her get pleasure from someone else is something I could become addicted to.

Calvin moves his massive body until he’s behind her. My legs are running through his. His knees are against the sides of my thighs. His hands wrap around the front of Haley, covering her breasts. She leans back into him, and damn if it doesn’t sink me deeper into her. I’m not going to last. With my eyes gripped tightly shut, I release her right hip, trailing my fingers to her pussy. But Calvin’s hand is already there. My eyes spring open and down to where we are all touching. She’s fluttering.

“You’re close, aren’t you, Chiefie?” Calvin growls into her ear.

“It’s so good.” Her hips bounce on me, and the pressure of Calvin pushing on her clit has her flying.

She grips me and I’m lost. Stars blur my vision. My back bounces on the mattress. I’m yelling as I come. Words that aren’t even English, a garbled mess. “Haley,” is the only distinct word I get out.

Her shoulders slump onto my chest, her hair around my neck and arm. As aftershocks take me, our lips find each other like magnets, and I’m sucking on her tongue. Until she starts rocking again. She lifts her head, and our eyes lock. “Sam.” She chuckles.

“Haley,” I say.

I didn’t know how I would feel after sharing her. But Calvin’s lips are pressed to her shoulder. And when she bites her lip... she inches forward, sliding off me. She pushes Calvin to the bed. But she doesn’t straddle him. They kiss. I wait for the pang of feeling less. But it doesn’t come, and that confuses me more.

Chapter37

Math

Calvin

“Chiefie.” It comes out as a command.

She lifts her mouth from my cock, and I’m wondering why in the world I’m complaining about what she’s doing. “Calvin.” She licks around the tip of my dick with those blue eyes focused on me. I’ve got to admit, I’m wondering how Sam is taking all this. “Is your foot okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“My foot is fine. But you’ve got to be hungry and dehydrated from last night.”

Sam slides off the bed, and I expect her to follow. But then he’s back from the coffee bar in the dressing area of the suite, a bottle of water in his hand. “Hydration is important.” He cracks the seal and hands it to her. She downs a few sips. “I’ll see you when you get up.” Sam smirks at me and then kisses Haley on the cheek before he heads out of the room.

She smiles, waves, and when the door clicks shut, she leans back over me. I’m not going to complain. And if there’s one thing that can shut my brain the fuck up about the problems in the engine room, it’s Haley’s mouth, pussy—fuck, it’s anything Haley.

My hips press up, and she swallows my cock down to the back of her throat, and fuck me. “Haley,” I growl a warning, but it’s too late. I’m shooting off. My hand roughly holds the back of her head. I’m half pulling on her hair, half holding her down. And when I settle, she looks up at me with mischief in her eyes. Fuck. “I love you, Chiefie.”

My heart explodes when she winks back at me. Damn, Dante has it right. She is Sassy. I don’t even care that she hasn’t said it back yet. How can she not without putting pressure on everyone else? And that’s not how Haley works. If there were a patron saint of empathy—which I’m sure there is, but I have no idea what their name is—for me, it would be Haley. It’s amazing she hasn’t been crushed under the weight she’s carrying. It’s even more amazing that her father sounds like a piece of shit stuffed into a business suit.

I lay my head back on the pillow. I have to get up. I have... well, everything to fix. But last night, I decided that getting a local radio up and running would be the best thing. Sam said he saw pirates, and I believe him. I think we did during the first few nights on the island too. Which means they’re around. And I’d rather know when they’re around.

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