Macy:
Creed walked onto the jet first, going to wake Gerald and tell him to take us back to the island.
Wyatt still had a grip on my ass; his rough fingers dug into my skin, and his lips kissed my neck, working in a slow path down my collarbone.
I ground my hips against him, groaning. I had never felt this needy for d.i.c.k before, but there was something about these men that I couldn't deny. It is pointless to continue and try to pretend that they don't have this effect on me, that I don't need them.
"Wyatt." I moaned as he bit into my skin, sat me on my feet, and turned the shower on. Our hands fought for firsts on taking our clothes off. It was like our skin had been magnetized to one another. As our clothes fell away, our skin met. He picked me back up, slamming me against the sh
