Page 109 of Wayward
When Rocky left for New York last week, we sent most of the guards with him. There were too many people around. Funny, I would have said the same thing about right now a year ago—four other guys in the room with me and my girlfriend.
“What are you smiling about?” Haley runs her finger over the shell of my ear.
I huff out a laugh. I didn’t realize I was. There are bubbles in my stomach, and I haven’t had a sip of champagne.
Chapter 46
Prime Slip
Sam
Calvin’s laugh rumbles the sofa, and Haley turns to him.
“I’m happy, Haley. I know it’s not a common look on me. But that’s what it is,” Calvin says.
My fingers grip the side of her hip, and her head tips around to me. “Me too. At least, that’s what I think this fluttering in my chest is.”
“At your age? Could be a heart attack. You better move over, Sam, and let me take your spot.” Dante taps the side of my foot.
“Stuff it, Jones. You’re not that much younger than I am.”
“True, and you’re in better shape. So move over—who knows how much longer I have?” Dante’s amber eyes widen like Penny’s when she’s trying to get out of something she did wrong.
“I’m not moving.” I lean forward and plant a kiss on the side of her neck. She tilts her head, giving me better access while she’s kissing Calvin.
There’s a scraping sound as the heavy sofa table is moved out of the way, and the clinking of glasses being set down. Thelights are dimmed, and music replaces the sound of the silenced movie.
Easton carefully removes Haley’s watch, and there’s nothing that could take me out of this moment. The soft hairs on the back of Haley’s neck rise. Her shorter hair gives much better access to the soft skin along her spine. I kiss along the thin chain that graces her neck. It’s so strange to see her wearing jewelry. But the delicate chain suits her. I remove it and hand it to Easton to keep safe.
My fingers run down her arm to her waist and over the edge of her shirt. “Lift your arms, Sugar.”
She does, and the shirt comes off over her head—severing her kiss with Calvin. I toss it to Easton, and he flings it on top of his suit coat.
In my peripheral there’s more clothes flying across the room to the growing pile. I tug off my own shirt. Calvin lifts her to his lap, her legs straddling his, their lips tangled together.
My fingers run down her back to the clasps of her bra. With a flick, it’s loose around her shoulders. Dante guides one hand through one strap, and I pull it down the other side. Zane takes it and shoots it across to the pile of clothes. When she’s leaning forward, I stop and gaze at her. I don’t know how I got so damn lucky. It’s weird. But this is more than I could ever have thought possible.
“You’re so damn gorgeous,” I say.
“Lift your delicious rear, Haley.” Dante taps her behind. “We need these shorts gone.”
And when she does, I see it as my opportunity. With one leg lifted to get the shorts off, she’s unbalanced, and I pull her into my lap. She’s facing outward now, her back to my front. But it’s all the better for my hands. My fingertips trail down the front of her chest and around her soft breasts. I work each of her nipples into even harder diamonds.
Zane lifts her legs up, pulling off her black panties. He flings them across the room. Haley’s head flops back onto my shoulder. With my thumb and forefinger, I turn her head toward me, capturing her sweet lips. Our tender kiss escalates into a fast-paced frenzy. She pulls back, gasping for air. A sweet moan fills the room as her head rolls around on my chest, under my chin. Her ass grinds against my dick. It’s begging to be freed.
Easton knocks away my hand from her breast—he sucks on her tit. My arm’s captured between her leg and his chest. There’s not enough room to move a hand down to her leg. She’s closing her thighs around Zane’s head. Zane’s working away on her pussy, his fingers pushing into her.
“It's good. So good.” She turns to me, her blue eyes wild with need. Her lips are on mine again. She’s close already. I’m gripping her thigh, keeping it open.
There’s a thud on the other side of the room. Our kiss breaks, and Dante jumps down the last few stairs, our new box of toys in his hand. “Is this what you want?” Dante holds up a silver butt plug bigger than any of the others I’ve ever seen. “I know you do.”
“Holy fuck, Jones,” I growl.
“No way, you’re not breaking Haley so you can?—”
Dante cuts Easton off. “That’s up to Sassy, now, isn’t it?”
“I can always say no, if it’s too much.” Haley twists around to me, and she shrugs.
