“I had no idea you two were friends or business partners or whatever.” Joss blurts out and Finn smiles.
Finn shrugs. “Hawaii is small, but that’s still pretty crazy.” He relaxes and so does she. “I’ve gotta go finish the show, we have one more dance number and then it’s all food and drinks from there.” He tilts his head toward the performers.
“Come back with me?” I look down at her. I walk her backward, toward Finn, until she bumps into his chest and he slides his arms around her waist. “Maybe I can watch you get all turned on again when he does another dance.” I jut my chin at Finn.
“I’ll move real slow, like this.” Finn grinds on her ass and Joss moans.
“Okay, on one condition.” She glances at both of us.
“Name it,” I demand.
“After, I want to go to the beach party you told me about.” She looks over her shoulder and then back to me. “With both of you.”
“Deal,” Finn answers quickly.
I look from my friend’s face to Joss. “You’ve got a fucking deal.”
21
Joss
Finn pulls his Westfalia camper van into the surf shop’s parking lot as Cohen roars up beside us on his motorcycle. When I chose to ride over with Finn, I felt guilty. Just for a second, this thought nagged at me since I started the night on a date with Cohen, maybe I should drive back with him. It’s funny how such a small thing made me wonder if this was going to end up getting awkward.
We step outside and Cohen slides up on one side of me, Finn is flanked on the other. “Good thing you chose the van.”
“Oh, yeah?” I look up at him, the knot tightening a little in my belly.
“Definitely, the wind has a bite in the night time.” He nods. “And trust me,” his voice drops, “I’m all about keeping you nice and hot.”
“Well, we better get down to the beach.” Finn puts his arm around my waist and guides me alongside him. “Because he might be all about keeping you hot, but I wanna keep you wet … all night long,” he muses.
“Hot and wet, huh? It’s a combination I could go for.” I giggle. Like a full-on girly giggle and my hand flies to my mouth in shock. Did that noise come out of my face? What the hell?
Cohen smiles, grabs my flustered hand, threads his fingers between mine, and walks down the beach on my other side.
A few glances come our way as we walk toward the beach bars. No one looks too scandalized by us though. I don’t think we’re corrupting anyone’s minds over here. I guess that’s the thing about ideas and reality. I bet some people would never believe three-way relationships can work. Then we show up, casually confronting the idea and they see how it might not be so crazy after all.
I mean, I hope it can work.
My gaze wanders from Cohen’s hypnotic blue eyes and wheat-colored hair, from his double dimples and endless smirk over to Finn. His dark, long locks twist down with his thick beard. Intensity swirls in his gray eyes. They couldn’t look less alike, but be a better balance. Where was I going to find a man who was both sensitive and an alpha? A guy who can make me laugh and make me feel swept off my feet? It turns out, I was wasting my time searching for some unicorn of a man to have all those things. I just needed more men.
It’s easy to imagine being at the center of that relationship. I don’t know how well it works in reality yet, but I’m going to do my best to find out.
“Wanna drink?” Finn gives me a little squeeze, drawing my attention.
“Uh, yeah, sure. Beer is good,” I answer.
“I’ll have a brew too,” Cohen joins in.
“I’m not buying you nothing. Get your own damn beer.” Finn shakes his head.
“I thought you were offering,” Cohen answers.
“No, man, I’m not on a date with you. We are on a date with her. Get your own drinks.” Finn gives him a look.
“Fine, I see how it is,” Cohen jokes with him.
We walk up to the bar and a lady whispers, “Is she fucking both of them?” In one of those drunk, loud, worst-secret-keeper-in-the-world voices.
I lean back into Cohen until he’s pressed flat against my back. Finn is already snug against my front side. Pressed between them tight, I don’t hide from the judgment; I slide my hand up Finn’s arm and lean back against Cohen’s chest and then give the gossipy little group a sly smile.
“Lucky bitch,” she says.
Yep, I sure am.
We grab our beer and head toward the roaring bonfire. A few people have guitars and there are blankets stretched out over the sand where people are sitting in clusters. Some are flirting and laughing, others are singing together as they stare at the crackling orange glow. As we get closer, there’s one guy who sticks out to me. He’s all alone on his blanket. I swear I recognize that shirt …
“Benji?”
He turns and stands up, surprise sending his eyebrows sky high. “Joss! I didn’t think you’d be here.”
“Yeah, my date took a bit of a turn.” I tilt my head back and forth at Cohen and Finn.
My best friend’s face is fucking priceless. His eyes ping-pong back and forth between the two guys and then settle on me. “I’ll say.” His lips curl up slowly.
“We met the other day.” Finn holds out his hand.
Benji gives it a slow shake, nodding. “Yes, I remember. Finn, right?”
“That’s right.”
“And I’m Cohen,” he introduces himself.
“The yoga guy,” Benji says.
“Yep,” Cohen answers.
“Well, well, I can’t wait to hear how you swung this one,” Benji mutters under his breath. “Obviously, I could use some of your mojo.” The twinkle in his eyes fizzles out and he tilts his head to the empty blanket.
“Don’t say that.” I gently scold him. “You’re a fucking catch.”
“Yeah, well, I guess my Grindr date didn’t think so. He was supposed to meet me over an hour ago.” Benji winces.
“Fuck that guy.” I shake my head and grab Benji’s hands. “Don’t let him ruin your night. You know how many hot guys are here tonight?”
“Yeah, it looks like you’re collecting them. If you don’t mind leaving a few for the rest of us,” he teases me and we all laugh.
“He’s got you there.” Cohen gives my hand a quick squeeze. I look up at him and I’m lost in his eyes again. Being tossed around on the ocean surf.
Benji clears his throat and I snap out of it. My friend looks at me awkwardly and rubs his hands down his arms. “I’m probably going to head back to the room. I’m getting a bit chilly anyway.”
I can tell it’s an excuse. I know him, and any more rejection might shatter the little self-esteem he’s been building up over the last year. I hate seeing him like this, but I have no idea what I can do to help.
“Want me to come?” It’s not an empty offer. Do I want to see where this night will go with Cohen and Finn? Fuck-to-the-yes, I do. Right now though, my friend is hurting and I will put this all on pause if he needs me. I know Benji would do the same for me in a heartbeat.
“Don’t you dare.” Benji crosses his arms. “Nope, you better not even be thinking about me tonight, got it.” He narrows his dark eyes into a pointed stare.
“We might be able to help keep you off her mind.” Finn chuckles.
Heat blazes through me like a solar flare, ripping down my body in a flash. This is so strange, being so open about how I plan to fuck these guys… together. It’s crazy and liberating and wild. It’s so different than what I’m used to, but isn’t this trip all about my new life? My fresh start?
“I bet you can.” Benji grins. His eyes flicker back to mine. “Have fun, please? I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
I pause, holding my breath and look for even the tiniest sign I should leave, but Benji is not playing around. I can see he will be all right.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I agree and give him a big hug.
“Hey, Cohen! Having a good time? I’m glad I ran in
to you, man.” The guy who helped teach yoga during Cohen’s class joins us. “I hope you don’t mind, but I parked at your surf shop, is that cool? I can’t get any more tickets …”
“Yeah, it’s cool.” Cohen nods. “Hey, Marco, I want to introduce you to my friend Benji?” he calls him back and Benji turns around. Cohen walks toward him, and we all follow.
“Yeah?” Benji answers.
“This is my yoga assistant, Marco. He’s working to get enough hours so he can open his own studio one day.” He juts his thumb toward him. “And, Marco, this is Benji. He’s on vacation, so he doesn’t really know anyone, but maybe you could show him around a bit?”
Benji smiles shyly. “Oh, you don’t have to.” He looks like he might die. I’m not saying he will for sure, but I might want to start looking around for a lifeguard or first aid person or doctor.
“No, I’d love to.” Marco gives him a warm smile. “Would you like to grab a drink, maybe?”
I watch my best friend melt a little and I swear my heart grows a couple sizes.
“Umm, yeah, okay. I’d like that.” Benji nods and stretches up a bit, like he’s growing a tiny bit taller.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I wink at him.
“Sounds good.” His gaze is soft and lingers on Marco. I have a feeling I’m not the only one who’s gonna have a fun night.
The guys walk over to the bar and I smile up at Finn and Cohen, “So, what should we do?” I tease them.
“Oh, I was thinking we could go for a swim,” Finn answers.
I don’t mean to pout, but swimming wasn’t exactly the answer I was hoping for. “Oh.” I’m a little deflated.
“Why, what did you have in mind?” Cohen asks.
“I guess I was thinking of something where we could all get naked,” I murmur.
“Who says it can’t be both?” Finn arches an eyebrow.
22
Joss
“Guys, I don’t know about swimming, I’m not good at it.” I slow my pace as we walk up the beach, toward the surf shack.
“Oh, come on.” Cohen’s eyes almost sparkle. It’s like he grabbed a couple of those stars he loves so much and put them in there. “We won’t go out far.”
“No, seriously, Finn, tell him how much I suck at swimming.” I hesitate and my feet freeze to the spot. The guys look at me, Cohen tilting his head in confusion and Finn’s face washing over with the same look of concern he gave me this morning when I fell off his board.
“Hey, are you having second thoughts about all this?” Finn asks. “Because it’s okay if you are, we can go back to the party if you want and hang out.”
“No.” I don’t mean to shout it. Songs by the campfire sound sweet and cozy. The exact opposite of what I need right now. I don’t need sweet and cozy, I need filthy and exciting. “Trust me,” I purr, walking toward Finn, I let myself become sandwiched between them. All the soft curves on my body press into the hard ridges and long lines of theirs. “The last place I want to go is back to the party.” I look up at him. “I just don’t want to drown, for real.”
Cohen runs his hands up my sides and wraps his arms around me, pulling me back into him. His lips are hot on my neck and I grab onto Finn’s hands, tugging him in snug. He kisses my lips slowly, like he’s savoring his favorite dessert. My skin buzzes and my vision blurs as my eyelids slide shut and I surrender to them.
It’s only a kiss, but it’s so much more. It awakens something, some deep desire I never even knew existed inside me. Goose bumps spread over my body, as tiny little hairs stand on end. Cohen lets his fingers slide down my belly, down over the hem of my dress and then ease their way up until they rest on the wet spot spreading over my underwear. Finn kisses a trail over the front of my neck and down to my tits while Cohen presses that spot, his finger rubbing my nub.
I arch my back, and Finn drags the neckline of my dress down until my tits are exposed. The cool air blows over them for a second but then the heat of his mouth keeps them warm. His beard tickles my skin as his tongue makes my nipples taut and sensitive. Cohen twists my underwear to the side and thrusts his finger inside my pussy, making me writhe between them.
Something stirs in my soul. A wild streak I always tried to keep pushed down and ignore cracks open inside me, glowing white, warm light through me. I can’t believe I was going to spend the rest of my life with a man who never made me feel this way. Not even at our best. My future with Blair was bland and safe. Why was I willing to deny a part of who I am for him?
“Do you want to go in the water with us?” Cohen murmurs.
“I do …” I look out at the ocean.
“I’ve got a way to keep you safe.” Finn slides his hands over my shoulders. “You two wait here, I’ll be right back.” He looks over me to Cohen and runs up the sand, his silhouette disappearing in the darkness.
Cohen thrusts his finger inside me deep and grinds his cock against my ass and I moan, melting back into him. I’m so lost in this I didn’t even hear Finn come back. He drops his surfboard on the sand and joins us, tugging my dress up and off of me. Finn opens my bra and I let it slide off my arms, not giving a fuck if I ever see it again. His lips surround my nipple, his heat spreading over my tits and down my belly and up my arms. Cohen fucks my pussy with his finger, pushing me to the brink. The sensation builds up until I can’t contain it anymore. My orgasm spills over leaving me weak and filled with a million buzzing nerves all dancing at the same time.
“What’s that for?” I point to the surfboard.
“For you.” Finn smirks.
“Oh no, there’s no fucking way I’m going surfing.” I start shaking my head violently. Is he crazy? I have a wild streak, not a death wish.
“You’re right, no surfing,” Finn agrees and pulls his shirt off. All my protesting dries up as soon as I realize they’re taking off their clothes. All of them. Well, both of them. All the clothes. My eyes dart from Cohen to Finn and back again. They kick off their pants, adding to a growing pile of laundry in the sand.
“Look how fucking hard you’ve got me already.” Cohen pulls my hand toward him and I circle his shaft, squeezing it, I slide my hand down to the base.
“Fucking same,” Finn, growls, flanking my other side. I wrap my hand around his cock too and jerk them both off at the same time. It’s risky enough for me to be naked on the beach when there’s a party going on around the corner, but to be stroking off two guys at the same time, well, I can’t help the naughty smile spreading over my lips.
“Let’s get you in the water.” Finn walks me backward toward the waves. I let go of both of them and give a mischievous grin.
“I can think of other things we can do.” I raise an eyebrow.
“Nope, a promise is a promise,” he answers.
The bubbly surf breaks up around my ankles and I keep walking back, trusting Finn and Cohen to keep me safe as the water surges up around my calves.
“What promise?” Something hits right behind my knees and buckles them. I plop down, my ass thumping against the slick surfboard. I flail around for a second, expecting to be thrown off and to be greeted with a face full of salty water. I blink, relaxing on the steady board, realizing the guys are holding it still for me. I’m perched on the edge, my legs dangling over the side, chilly ocean water surrounding them, spilling over the sides.
“Yeah, Cohen promised to keep you hot, which I watched him do. It looked like he kept his word, didn’t he?”
I glance over at Cohen, his double dimples appear in his cheeks. “It sure felt like you were burning up.”
“And I promised to keep you wet, so, slide your perfect ass forward a bit,” Finn demands.
I squirm across the board, not really thinking about it. He immediately slides his head between my thighs and buries his face in my pussy. Finn’s soft tongue plunges between my lips and rolls over my clit. My fingers clench onto the surfboard and I toss my head back as a mixture of shock and pleasure dance over me.
I’m out i
n the ocean, naked, sitting on the edge of a surfboard getting my pussy eaten out by one of the sexiest guys I’ve ever met. The other sexiest guy I ever met is watching the entire thing.
“I need to fucking taste you,” Cohen sounds raspy. I manage to open my eyes into slits and watch as he moves the board so now he’s between my legs. His light hair glints under the moonlight as he devours my pussy.
My entire body trembles, the warm wind blowing over my skin has nothing to do with why. Finn pulls me back to him and licks lazy circles over my nub. I grit my teeth, barely able to contain my cries. I don’t want someone at the party to think anyone is drowning out here. Drowning in sin, maybe. And if that’s the case, I’m prepared to go.
Cohen takes his turn, tasting my pussy, licking me so much rougher than Finn does. When the board slides over the water again, waves crashing around us, Finn slips his finger inside me and it’s thick and snug and sends tingles throughout my belly. They travel up and down every part of me. He sucks my clit in over his lip, spreading the electricity over my skin. I tangle my fingers in his long hair, opening my legs wider, grinding my pussy over his tongue. The orgasm splashes over me, leaving me moaning and gasping and I’d for sure fall off this surfboard if the guys weren’t holding it steady.
“Holy fuck.” I slump back, limp after all that tension tweaking my muscles tight dissolves.
“I think we both kept our promises now.” I can hear the smile in Cohen’s voice. I can’t see it because I’m not sure I can see anything. I’m pretty sure I lost my vision with how powerful my orgasm was.
My eyelids pull up, slowly revealing the night sky. Okay, so I didn’t go blind. I just needed to open my eyes. Still, it was intense.
I didn’t even notice that they’re moving the board, the guys glide me back toward the shoreline until the water is so shallow I just step off the edge and walk the rest of the way in. Finn flings the board over the sand easily, like all six feet of it are no heavier than a boomerang. It lands a few feet away with a thud but I don’t care about the board right now. Not when he pulls me into him and starts kissing my neck like this. My nipples pebble and I push my ass back snug until his hard cock is pressed between my cheeks.
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