Page 29 of Unmoored
“Don’t get too comfortable there, Green.” I kiss back up the side of her, stopping at the underside of her knees. And she buckles more into Green. Fuck, there’re spots all over her body that turn her to lava. Behind the ear, behind the knee... I’m a man on a mission to locate them all, over and over again.
I stand, letting myself get close enough to Green that our sides are touching. Of course, the fool hasn’t taken his clothes off yet.
“Do you want to lie down, Sugar?” I growl in her ear.
A mew comes from her.
“Clothes off, and lie down, Rockwell,” I bark. And he does, his lips leaving hers. “Straddle him.” Her long golden legs do. I tap her ivory ass. “Ass in the air, Sugar. Take her hands and hold them above her head, Morris.”
“He’s giving orders?” Easton reaches up and holds onto her waist. Yet a second ago he took my order without complaining.
“Shut up, Swimmer Boy, it’s fucking hot.” Dante rolls onto his side, his eyes wide.
But I don’t care about what he thinks is hot or not. I want to control this. I want to make this the best I can for her. She’s tried so hard. Her breaking point came when she thought we’d lost Green and Rockwell. She wants us to be a fucking family.
Fucking family. Yeah, I hear it. But not now.
“Calvin, kiss her.”
He does. Their mouths collide while I’m moving behind her. Damn, I love her. I want the best for her. I love her. Fuck. If this is what she wants, then I want it too. My fingers circle around the rounded muscles of her ass cheeks. I slap each one. The vibration shakes her. She’s hovering over Easton. I grip her waist above Easton. I can feel he’s pulling her down.
“I said not yet, Rockwell. I’m sure Dante wouldn’t mind sliding in there instead.”
“Fuck, no,” Zane says. “His cock isn’t allowed to play with double entry.”
“Who said anything about double entry?” I flick my eyes to Zane.
I might never have done anything like this, but my not-so-innocent brother Charlie is far from the good boy image he puts out there. And with a few beers in him, with friends he trusts, he has stories. Stories and things that make what we’re doing here beginner stuff.
“But you’re right. The big guy’s going to have to wait. Or not. Stand up, Jones. Kiss Haley, Rockwell.” I take her hands from Zane. Because I’ve got a much better idea. Haley kisses him, and when she pulls back and flicks her eyes to me, I lift her off him and hold her to my chest. “Do you trust me?” I stare into her blue eyes.
Fuck, I’m not one to be poetic anymore. My ex wiped all that out of me... or maybe she didn’t, because I see my future in Haley. With her, whatever that means. Not that the future here is guaranteed. But then it’s not back at home either. That makes it even more important.
“Yes.” She swallows.
“Good. And you’ll tell me if I take this too far?”
She nods. I bring her in for a kiss. Her swollen lips linger on mine for only a second before I flip her around and point her at the others.
“Lay down again, Green,” I bark at him. He’s slow to move. The canyon-sized furrows on his forehead give me pause, but then he sinks to his knees, his head aiming in the same direction as Easton’s. “Not that way. Turn around, your feet toward Rockwell.”
I let Haley slide down the front of my chest until the plug in her ass grinds against my jumping cock. Damn, this better fucking work.
Calvin’s the first one to not jump to my commands. Dante clears his throat, and Calvin moves, lying on the mattress the same direction as Easton. Calvin’s feet are near Easton’s head.
“You’re going to have to be more specific, Captain.” There’s a lilt to Dante’s voice. The damn chef likes this a lot. But I don’t care either way. This is for her, not us.
“Closer, Calvin. Scissor your legs with Easton.”
Calvin’s jaw visibly ticks, and he glares. I stare back. He snaps and moves his legs, one over and one under Easton’s. Haley looks back at me as she sinks to her knees beside them. Like I’ve given her a present. Their damn dicks are like twins. She takes one in each hand.
“If you’re doing this, you need to tighten up the rope,” Zane says behind me.
“What?” Easton twists.
“Get closer,” Dante laughs. He’s playing with the lock on the suitcase. It clicks open. “You want this, Cap?”
So it’s Cap now. I take the vibrator from his hand. “No, use that massive equipment you have to loosen her up and stretch her out. We don’t want Sugar feeling anything but the pleasure she deserves, the pleasure she’s earned.”
