Page 44 of Hawaii Can Suck It

“Did you seriously just come for my ass?” Cam’s eyes narrow dangerously.

“Sweetie, I’m saving you from embarrassing yourself. Reece can barely look at you without cringing. You gotta admit, it’s kinda desperate to date the help...”

“Time to go,” I say, but Cam doesn’t budge.

“Trust me.” Astrid tosses her extensions. “Reece might look pretty, but his performance? There’s a reason I upgraded to Blazey. Some boys can’t rise to the occasion.”

“Listen up, you walking mannequin.” Cam’s voice could freeze lava. “The only genuine thing about you is your audacity. And guess what? Reece is a nonstop pleasure machine. He’s all man, all night, and he’s only having trouble today because I didn’t let him get any sleep.”

There is no hiding the shock on my face or the erection tenting in my board shorts.

“We’re doing this next challenge,” she declares, pointing at me, “so get your shit together. Let’s destroy them.”

“Behold! The Totem of Passion!” Kai proclaims. “The totem represents man’s most primal state! The women shall mount their men’s shoulders, standing tall and proud, representing nature’s most powerful sword!”

Nope, I am getting out of this pool.

“Yo!” Blaze bounces in the water. “Just like morning wood! Am I right, bro?”

“Quit talking to me!” I snap back.

“The men become the base, strong and firm, while their goddesses rise above, creating the ultimate tower of passion.” He sounds the horn. “Begin!”

Cam is a spider monkey scrambling up my body, and I almost drop the camera.

“Don’t move,” Cam mutters, gripping my shoulders. Her hands squeeze my skin, warming every inch they touch. “Stay still—”

Blaze already has Astrid perched on his shoulders like a Vegas showgirl.

Then—

Cam’s silky thighs lock around my neck.

My brain shuts down.

“Grab my hand!” she orders as she steps onto my shoulders. “Help me stand!”

I reach up blindly and brush against—sweet mother of fuck—the softest, most forbidden territory imaginable between her legs.

I yank back. Cam wobbles.

“Reece!”

Pure panic. I fumble to steady her, and—SMACK—my palm connects with her delicious round ass.

She pitches forward with a shriek, hitting the water face-first.

SPLASH!

Astrid, standing on Blaze’s shoulders, cackles while filming. “He literally can’t get it up.”

“Dude! You gotta worship that booty. Respect the cake!”

“Blazey-poo!” Astrid yanks his hair. “Stop coaching him!”

Cam surfaces, looking homicidal. “Did you spank me?”

“I was trying to save you!”

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