“It’s so good. More, please. More.”
Dante chuckles from the side. He’s hard again, his hand on his cock. Zane was right. This isn’t something I’ll ever do with Dante. There’s not enough lube in the world. Sam’s a piston sending Calvin and Easton deeper into me with each thrust. I ease my hand between Calvin’s chiseled abs and my stomach, and I swear I can feel them under my ribs.
“Let me do that.” Dante pulls my hand out and pushes his in instead of mine. His fingers find my clit. He contrasts Sam’s motions, rubbing when there’s space, and I’m gone. Rational and irrational thoughts vanish. My senses are gone. I have no idea of anything. Only a velvety night with stars that grow behind my eyes.
I’m coming harder than I ever have. My stomach flutters, convulses, with my hips matching Sam’s. Shouts fill the jungle. It’s a melody of love and sex. I’m bouncing on Calvin’s chest. Aftershocks wrack me. Fingers grasp at me, pouring over my skin. So many hands, each of them different. I’d know each one of them without a speck of light or any clues.
“How you doing?” Sam’s commanding touch runs down my spine.
“I can’t move.”
Dante laughs, but there’s a moment rustling from the rest of them.
“I’m just a limp poodle.” There’s chuckling around me. I meant noodle, but I don’t have enough strength to correct myself.
“Well, I don’t normally like limp poodles or noodles, but in this case, I’ll allow it.” Dante kisses the top of my head. “I’m going to go get a tub of cool water to give you a sponge bath.”
I shiver. I’m not sure I can?—
“A light-handed sponge bath, and then we’re going to tuck you into your softest pajamas and tuck you into a clean bed, Sassy.”
I lift my head from Calvin’s chest. Or at least I think I do.
Sam pulls away first. I both love it and hate it. Then Easton wiggles out from underneath the pile. He hisses under his breath. And I spin. In the throes of it all, I forgot about his arm. It’s been three weeks, but I see him stretching it at odd angles when he thinks no one’s watching.
“I’m good, Firefly.” Easton places kisses on the top of my head. “I’ll be right back.”
My hand flings to my clammy chest; my heart won’t stop thundering behind my ribs.
“Come here, Little Bird.” Zane cocks his head at me. I don’t want to move. But Calvin’s got to want to get cleaned up. I push to sit up, letting him have his freedom.
“Don’t move.” His head cocks to Zane.
“She’s good. You can go help Dante with the water if you want. It’s a hardship I can bear.”
Zane holds his hands out to me again.
“I’ve got her,” Calvin’s tone clips deep.
“Okay, okay.” Zane stands. “You want something to eat?”
“Is there any Pepperfruit left?”
“You know, Dante’s got some squirreled away just for you.”
“Thanks.” My head drops to Calvin. And it’s only then I feel him twitch inside of me. “You sure you don’t want to?—”
“I’m good.” His arms lock around my back just as I start to shiver.
“Are you cold, Haley?” Sam drops a blanket over our legs, not waiting for my response,
Calvin moves, spreading out and smoothing it over my back. My eyes flick from Sam to Calvin. Tonight has changed everything. We’re in this all together. And I’m not the only one who’s realized it. Sam took charge, and we did things that wouldn’t have happened without him taking the lead. Not even with Dante hinting at them before. Yeah, there’s going to be a hell of a lot of awkwardness. Maybe.
I push to slide a few inches up Calvin’s chest. “Hey.”
But he doesn’t look at me.
I grab his chin. “Hey, I love you.”
