Haley has her hands on either side of Zane’s face. He’s got his fingers tugging down her leggings.
“Arms up,” I command, and I pull off her T-shirt. Under her leggings, Haley has on a pair of underwear from her suitcase. The place we all are delighted to see when she opens it up. It’s been too long. Fucking hell.
I’m not wasting a spare second on deciding whether that’s my fault or not. Whatever cracks I drove through the lot of us, now’s not the time for reflection.
“Damn, Sugar. Those look good on you, but they’re going to look better off.” Sam’s through the door with Easton at his side.
Haley has her hands above her head.
“You’re ready to play, Sam?” Dante’s got his clothes off already. “It’s about fucking time.”
“I don’t play,” Sam says. His clothes are off in a flash.
Haley’s tongue is in Zane’s mouth. And when she tips her head back, it hits my chest. Her amazing tits stick out, and Zane’s on his knees, his mouth clamped around her nipple.
My fingers skim along the sides of her waist, goosebumps trailing behind them. “You like being chased, don’t you, Bunny?”
“Bunny?” Dante’s lying down under Haley.
“She’s quick like a rabbit, aren’t you, Chiefie?”
“Two nicknames? Move over, Green.” Sam sidesteps into me.
But I’ve got my right hand firmly around Haley’s waist, and my lips are positioned in that hollow behind her ear. The onethat turns her into a puddle. Her head tips back. Zane has to move quickly to keep her breast in his mouth.
Sam’s neck is bent, his lips under her ear.
Easton’s beside me. “Here, I took this from the suitcase.” He hands me a lube-coated butt plug.
“You know the combination?” Zane pops off her breast to ask.
“Yes, of course. It’s not hard,” Easton says.
Haley turns to him. Her lips hit his. She tugs on Easton; it’s the first time she’s touched him without treating him with fragility, since...
Easton lines up in front of her. Zane’s all smiles as he steps to the side. “That’s it, Rockwell.”
Haley’s moaning into his mouth as my fingers part her cheeks. Sam’s hand slides in next to mine. He drops to his knees and pushes his index finger on her rosebud. Damn, today’s going to be a fucking good day.
Chapter 13
Commander
Sam
I’ve had enough of standing back. I want this girl. I want her in ways I didn’t think were possible. And if I have to rub more than elbows with the rest of the group, fuck it, that’s what it is. But I’m taking what I want and giving her everything she deserves. That’s it.
It’s as if the last three weeks we’ve all been walking around like zombies.
I heard her coming into camp—her infectious laughter—and was already on my way down the ladder when Dante called. This girl. I push one finger into her tight ass, but there’s no room for a second one. Not with an ass as tight as she has.
Dante’s got his head between Easton and her stomach. She vibrates from his tongue working away on her clit. And from the resistance I’m feeling, he’s got a finger or two working inside her pussy as well. She’s grinding against Dante’s face and pushing back on my fingers at the same time.
“Relax, Sugar, you need to let me in.” I’m holding on to her hip with my free hand, clamping more than holding.
Her ribs shift, and the sinew of her thighs twitch. But I’m able to push a second finger in before I replace it with the plug from Green.
I skim my free hand down from her hip to her knee. Damn. Watching Dante go down on her from this angle makes my cock jump. Calvin’s leg bumps into my back. He’s holding her around her waist, holding her up. It’s a vertical game of twister. He might be the one holding her now, but...
