I roll and blink up at him again.
“Water or wine?” he asks.
“Both.” I push up on my elbows. I half expected the other guys to come running over when I flipped, but they’re staying by the big rock and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
“Water first.” He hands me my bottle.
When I’ve had my fill, I exchange it for my wine and we clink glasses. It tastes even better now. He feeds me a piece of coveted mango. And I hold one out for him to take. He sucks my fingers into his mouth. And I close my eyes—I’m vibrating with need.
Sam straddles me again. His large chest hovers over mine, his lips a whisper away from my ear. “What does my queen wish for now? Do you want the court jesters to come play with you too?”
“Aren’t they my kings?” I giggle and run my hand over his beard.
Sam’s eyes twinkle. “Not in front of them. I wouldn’t want to inflate their egos any more.”
I take his lips in mine. He planks over me, caging me in. My legs wrap around his hips. When did he take his pants off? I runmy fingernails down his back, and he hisses. His cock rubs down my core, and I wrench myself up against him.
“Fuck,” Dante says, the restraint in his voice strong. Sam’s body hides the others from my view down the beach.
Sam deepens our kiss, and when my head falls back to the mat, the blue in his eyes matches the cloudless sky above his head. He winks at me. And damn if his charm doesn’t send a bolt of electricity around my body.
He rests his forehead against mine. “I think this party of two is about to get much larger.”
“Oh.” I drop my legs to the mat.
“Here or the loft?” It’s a simple question.
“No sand. Loft.”
“Good choice,” he whispers. “Get on my back.” He thrusts up to standing, like he’s doing a workout. And I follow suit, jumping onto his back. Then he’s off running down the path to the camp. He’s up the ladder before I can even try to get off. A quick dusting off of our feet and I’m hauling him down on top of me.
My fingers skim the tips of his shoulders as the other guys arrive on the platform. Our bodies press together, and I squeeze my hand between us, reaching for his cock. But Sam’s hand lands in the middle of my chest and he eases down my body. His warm mouth settles on my core, and I’m lost. My neck bends, and the top of my head pushes the pillow away. My vision blackens as I break apart. Catching my breath, I slowly come back. My eyes snap open, and Sam’s there. His blues glowing at me as he crawls up my body. There’s a rustle to my side. Dante.
“Look at him, not me,” Dante commands.
Sam gives a robust chuckle and takes my chin in hand. His kiss centers me. Even in the glow of an orgasm, my need for him builds. I lock my feet around his back and rock my hips, and he enters me with a swift thrust that has me slurping downair. “Sam.” I buck against him. But he doesn’t move, not yet. I shouldn’t either. I need to let things stretch out.
I love feeling him inside me. Holding on to his biceps, I close my eyes and tilt my head back.
They’re here, but I need to finish what I started with Sam. He grabs my hips and tilts them upward, driving himself deeper into me. His pace pushes me into the mattress. He surrounds me, a wall of muscle. A fortress. In his arms, I’m safe. I’m free to be the queen.
Until the island, orgasms were generally something I had alone. But my second orgasm races at me, drowning all of my senses. Sam’s fingers are in my hair, and he tugs on my wet, uncut locks. I’m over the edge again, dragging him with me.
“Fuck, Haley.” He’s clamped on to my shoulders with one hand, the other holding him up until it doesn’t and his whole body crashes into mine.
My eyes fly open. I love it. I love how he’s locked me in. If I could, I’d stay here forever. Flattened under one of my kings.
Chapter 28
Code Breaker
Haley
“Haley? Haley?” Zane calls to me.
“Shut it, Morris. She needs her rest,” Easton says louder than Zane.
I roll over. I’m disoriented. The rest of last night was a blur. Wine, so much wine. And more of everything. I’m drooling. I reach out my arm and find an empty mattress.
