“Oh, that’s . . .”
“I can be cheesy, Sassy. I’m the chef.” I bite my lip and take a step into her, wrapping my arms around her waist. With a quick tug, I have her swim shorts down and off one leg, the rest ringing her left leg. Her pussy’s at my chin, and I don’t waste any time digging into dessert. I stroke down the center of her with a finger as my tongue flicks around her clit. She’s salty and tangy, a delicacy that I want to feast on for the rest of my life.
Have I thought about that before? The rest of my fucking life. The rest of my life.
I heard some of what Zane and Haley were talking about on the beach. I’m going to have to do the same.
I pull back and glance up at her. Her head is bent, her eyes closed.
“Dante?”
I go back to my meal. She’s so responsive she’s dripping already. I pull her hips tighter to my face with my free hand and lean into the lava rock. Its sharp prongs grind into my knees just as Sassy grinds onto my face.
Her hands are in my hair, and she’s holding on to the thin branch of a tree meekly growing out of a crack in the rocks. The leaves rattle in her grasp. “Oh, Dante. Don’t stop. It’s too good.”
I’d love to flip her over and pound into her from behind, but my girl needs a little break. An orgasm to stave off her sex hangover. A little hair of the dog. If I thought I could take her softly, I’d do it. But she drives me crazy, and there’s no way she can take it. I’m not going to break her. No, I will never hurt her. It’s a promise I’ve made only to the women I’m related to.
Her fingers twist and pull my hair. And fuck if the twinge of pain doesn’t make me harder. I curve my fingers and hit that spot inside of her at the same time I suck on her clit. She cracks around me.
“Dante.”
Damn, I love my name on the air. A bird takes off, flapping its wings into the sky that’s verging on twilight. I pull my finger out of her. I’m holding her up. Her skin shines in the low rays.
“How are you doing up there, Sassy?”
She breathes out. “That was amazing. It really is beautiful here.”
“It is.” I smile up at her and help her right her pants. “You want to get cutting and take some of them back to camp?”
“Oh, no.” She holds her hands out, and I try to help her down. “No, you come up.”
I do, and I grab the back of her neck, pulling her into a long kiss. Until I have to stop or risk going back on my promise and fucking her until she’s nothing but a stain on this lava rock.
“Look, Dante.” She points out the massive clump of flowers. “Look how perfect it is, the Birds of Paradise with the ferns growing and then the trees hitting the blue sky. I don’t want to ruin it.”
“They’ll grow back, Sassy. You’re not going to clear cut them.”
“I know. But they belong here.” She pauses. “I’ll take just one and we can use it for the float on the water.”
“I think that’s a great idea.”
It takes us the next twenty minutes to find the perfect flower before we head back to camp. She glances back at me. “Thank you. That was a really nice surprise.”
“Any time, Sassy.”
When we reach the camp, I’m surprised that Easton and Calvin aren’t back. But I’ve got a quick meal to toss together; they’ll be back in time to eat. Haley finds a place to keep her flower safe up on the living room platform.
I get lost in cooking, but next thing I know, Haley’s pacing underneath the treehouse. “Where are they?” Her voice cracks with tension.
Easton and Calvin haven’t come back. Then again, I’m still waiting for the two of them to either fuck or kill each other. And I’m a little disappointed that one or the other hasn’t happened yet. Maybe neither will. Whatever.
I hand her a bowl of coconut fish curry. “Sam, Zane! Dinner’s on,” I project past the treehouse.
They come stumbling around the corner with weird smiles on their faces.
Haley drops onto a stool. “This is delicious, thank you.” She holds her spoon up in a toast. “But where are they?”
“Knowing Calvin, he’s got enough bamboo to build three chicken tractors.” Zane takes his bowl and inclines his head to me.
