Page 22 of Wayward
Haley
I’m on fire. I’m trying my best to be quiet and to believe that what Zane found out is true. That there are no cameras in the bathroom. Though it tracks with what Thayer told me. I can’t imagine him wanting his crew watching me in the shower. I rest my hand on Zane’s head. I don’t understand Thayer, and I certainly don’t want to be thinking of him. Not now.
My attention focuses on the heat building between my legs. Zane’s mouth is magic, sending electric pulses throughout my entire body. I could forget about everything and everyone else if it weren’t for the fear of being heard. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the world outside this bathroom, imagining we’re anywhere else besides the Rosewood. I tilt my head back, giving Easton more room to work with. My back arches backward, pushing into his touch. Every nerve ending screams in pleasure; every muscle tightens in anticipation.
My heart is pounding in my chest, and I can feel the sweat on my forehead. I want this to last forever, but I also know it can’t.The tension is too high, the danger too real. But for now, at this moment, I’m just a woman being pleasured by my guys.
Zane’s touch is skilled and precise, his lips and tongue doing wonders to my most sensitive spots. My breath hitches as he moves his fingers inside me, finding that sweet spot that makes me moan his name. I grasp at Zane’s shoulders for support, my legs shaking with the intensity of my pleasure.
Easton, meanwhile, holds me close from behind, his hands exploring my body as he watches Zane work his magic. His touch is firm and reassuring, a comforting presence during this otherwise intense experience. His touch tells me all the things I want to hear. Zane’s tongue hasn’t stopped his assault on my clit. A finger pushes into my pussy, then another. I whimper, desperate for this moment to last a little longer.
There’s a rush of cold air, and Dante’s laughter fills the room. “Close the door, Green, you don’t want Sassy?”
“Shut the door,” Easton says.
“Fuck,” Dante calls out, his voice echoing through the room.
“And shut up.” Easton pulls me closer.
I twist in Easton’s arms. Dante, Calvin, and Sam fill the doorway. Dante’s eyes widen as he watches the scene unfolding before him. It’s both weird and hot to see him there, witnessing this intimate moment.
“Hey,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the shower. “I’m just brushing my teeth.” It’s the first thing I can think of. “I’ll be done with my shower soon,” I say clearly.
“Well, tell Zane to save some mouthwash for me.” Dante pulls his shirt off, and it lands on the floor next to me. “And I know you and your bathroom time, Sassy. This could take all night.”
Zane lifts his head. “This is all mine,” he says in a quick breath. His tongue is back at my core.
“I don’t know about that, Morris. There are five of us and only one shower.” There’s a catch in Sam’s voice. “But I think someone should stay in the other room.”
“Thank you for volunteering, Captain,” Dante says.
Sam leaves the door closed tightly.
Calvin brushes my hair away from my face into a ponytail. He holds it firmly, staring into my eyes. He raises his chin at me, and his mouth crashes down. “Save some hot water for me, Chiefie.” He lets go of my hair, and my head crashes back to Easton’s chest. Dante steps beside us, and I hear the click of the door shutting as Calvin exits too.
“How did you get so dirty, Haley?” Dante smirks down at me. He’s stripped his clothes off, and he runs his hand down his length.
“It’s hot outside,” I gasp, my breath hitching as Zane continues to work his magic on me.
Dante chuckles, his eyes fixated on the scene unfolding before him. “Well, it’s hot in here too. Steamy, in fact.” He grabs my hair and turns my head. Our lips crash together.
I moan into Dante’s mouth, feeling Zane’s fingers inside me and Easton’s hands on my chest, grasping and pinching. I reach for Dante’s cock, but he’s too far away.
“Now, Sassy.” Dante wiggles his eyebrows at me. “You need to get nice and clean.”
“All right,” I say, trying to catch my breath. My mind is reeling with what’s happening, but my body is begging for more. Easton holds me steady. I should stop this. But I can’t. I need them, and after the last two days I know nothing is promised.
I turn my attention back to Dante, and he smirks down at me, watching as Zane continues his ministrations. “You missed a spot. Just right there,” he says in a deep voice filled with anticipation.
Dante skims his hand down the side of me and over my butt cheek, creating a magical feeling of exposure. “Here.” His voice is low and thick as he pushes a finger into my ass.
I concentrate on my breathing, trying to slow it down, but every time Zane’s fingers brush against that hidden spot, I gasp and moan. He steps closer to me, and I reach up to wrap my fingers around his cock.
As I stroke him, Dante leans in close, whispering in my ear, “Remember what I told you earlier? About saving some hot water for me?” I nod, feeling the tension building between us. But I have no idea what he’s talking about.
Dante pulls on my hair while Zane sucks hard on my clit and Easton rolls my nipple . . . and I’m lost. My body begins to shake, the heat building between my legs threatening to consume me. Zane’s fingers move faster, inside me and outside, kissing and sucking on the delicate skin that he can reach. Easton’s hands never stop moving, one pinching and rolling my nipples while the other trails down my stomach to trace circles around my belly button. I shatter. My body shakes violently, a tidal wave of pleasure. My walls constrict around Zane’s fingers, and I gasp, moaning his name. There’s no holding back. No one muffles my cries. And I don’t care. My head falls back against Easton’s chest as I ride the wave of my orgasm.
As my body slows down, Zane kisses down my leg and places my foot on the ground. He stands, his lips glistening with my arousal. “That’s what you get for being so dirty, Little Bird.” His smile lights up his face. I want to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth. It must show in my eyes.
