Kabana Heat

by Titania Ladley

  Mitch could do nothing but swallow a lump of excitement.

  “Kol, do as Mitch says and get behind me.” Apparently eager to get the action going, Kiona searched over her shoulder and reached out until Mitch took her hand. She led him around so that he knelt in front of her. “Oh, my God, I can’t believe this is happening.”

  “That makes two of us,” Mitch murmured.

  “Three,” Kol amended.

  Mitch lay on his back crossways in front of Kiona. She had a wild-eyed look about her as her scrutiny took in the length of him, finally settling on his erection. He watched her lips compress, heard her swallow, then her plump mouth parted in speechless awe.

  Hell, if she wasn’t the most beautiful, exotic creature he’d ever had the pleasure of being intimate with, he didn’t know who was. His gaze shifted to Kol. Make that one of the two most beautiful, he concluded as he watched Kol take the spot Mitch had just vacated. Kol reached down and cupped her cunt, palming it, giving the swollen clitoris a few circular flicks before dipping his finger into her pussy.

  Kiona whimpered, never once taking her eyes off Mitch’s shaft.

  “Mmm,” Kol murmured, sucking his cream-coated finger into his mouth. “Wulfrum’s right. You’re so delicious and sweet.” Then he poised his long, veiny cock just below Kiona’s pussy. There was a tiny, glistening, pearl-drop of pre-come just now oozing from his slit. Mitch could see the whole exquisite thing surrounded by the inverted “V” of Kiona’s toned thighs, as if he looked at it through the framed hands of a photographer. His mouth watered. He could well imagine what a mix of their come would taste like on his tongue, bitter-salty and creamy-sweet all at once.

  Mitch settled back and propped one arm behind his head while jacking himself off with his free hand. He was hard, so fucking hard he feared he’d blow before she even got her plump lips around him. He swiped his mouth, hungering for pussy, cock, whatever he could get his hands and tongue on.

  How had he gotten this lucky? he wondered as he watched Kol grip the base of his penis and start swirling the tip around her damp folds. She moaned in response, throwing her head back. Her long hair spilled down her back, enveloping her shoulders, waist, and torso in a cloud of sexy darkness. Unable to resist, Mitch reached up and skimmed his palm up her arm, combed his fingers through the silky tresses. It stirred up the essence of her shampoo, clean, fragrant, exotic. Totally Kiona.

  Kol’s gaze locked on Mitch’s at the very moment Kol pushed into her pussy and lightly slapped one of her ass cheeks. Mitch blinked, momentarily stunned by the sudden strike.

  “Suck him, babe,” Kol ordered, never taking his penetrating stare off Mitch. “Suck that nice cock while I fuck your tight little pussy.”

  Kiona let out a sharp gasp at the whack, her mouth spreading into a dreamy-soft smile.

  Ah, so she likes it a little rough. Mitch suppressed a need to squirm, erotic heat whooshing into his loins and making his penis throb. He rubbed harder, faster on his shaft, the desire for her mouth on him becoming a desperate need he could no longer delay.

  He threaded his hand in the hair at the nape of her neck. “If you’re not ready, I’d be just fine watching, but…”

  “Uh-uh. There’s no going back now.” She bit her lip and moaned when Kol started picking up the pace, thrusting into her with deeper, quicker strokes, every now and then whacking her rump. She leaned down and Mitch got a whiff of pussy mixed with her perfume. “I-I want it. I hunger for it, all of this.”

  Her impassioned words made Mitch’s heart surge up and rap against his breastbone. His blood ran hot, snaking through his veins and engorging his cock. He couldn’t wait any longer. He guided her head, pushing it down so that her open mouth perched just above the head. Her warm breath fanned his fiery flesh, her wet tongue flicking out to take one maddening lick, just like he’d done to her only moments ago. Her gentle grip encircled the base of his cock just above his tight sac, angling his granite-hard rod up and away from his abdomen. And he let out a feral roar when the wet heat of her lips finally closed around him. His head dropped back onto the bed in surrender when her tongue did a dance around the head, then she opened her mouth wider and took him whole into the hot cavern of her throat.

  Mitch could hear the slap and wet slurp as Kol fucked her from behind, and the continued pace of the movements made her struggle to keep her own tempo as she devoured Mitch, giving him the most divine blowjob he’d ever had the pleasure of receiving. Kol let out a long grunt of satisfaction. Mitch hissed and panted, his body arching when her hand slid down and cupped his balls, massaging in rhythm with her up-and-down motions.

  She sucked him like a pro, her hair spilling down to tickle his thighs and abdomen. Every now and then, she teased him with the faint scrape of teeth or the sliding of her hand higher when she stimulated his corona with the wet-hot blade of her tongue.

  The edge of the orgasm was just out of reach, threatening to blow at any second. Mitch didn’t think he could take anymore, but he was wrong. With his body angled perpendicular to Kiona’s, it didn’t seem possible, but Kol was somehow able to maneuver to Kiona’s left side so he could plant both of his hands next to Mitch’s right shoulder while still buried inside her. Mitch caught the subtle aroma of Kiona’s pussy juices again, just beneath the scent of manly sweat. His senses were on overload, the lingering taste of her come in his mouth, the faint smell of her perfume mixed with that of Kol’s essence. There was the sight of naked flesh—God help him, both male and female—all around him, and the erotic, maddening feeling of her warm mouth on him. Holy shit, but the bombardments were enough to make him blow any minute, any second…

  Kol’s strong body tensed, the muscles defined and glistening with sweat. “I have to taste you.” It was a raspy whisper that made Mitch shiver. It felt as if Kol’s gaze drilled into Mitch’s eyes, spearing him in place. There was a strange glimmer in the dark-chocolate pools that begged for understanding. But no one grasped their meaning more than Mitch did—the curiosity and the desire to be with both a man and a woman.

  So with Kol’s cock still buried inside Kiona while she continued to suck Mitch off, Kol leaned down and captured Mitch’s lips with his own. It was one of the most erotic sensations he could ever recall experiencing. The wet, hungry mouth of a man devouring him on one end, while the soft dampness of a woman’s mouth pleasured his cock. Mitch tasted the faint flavor of beer, and he thought how the kiss, this whole experience, was more intoxicating than any bottle of alcohol could ever be.

  Their tongues sparred, sucked, tasted. Kiona swirled and slurped with her talented mouth, giving Mitch the urge to bite down on Kol’s tongue. There was a glorious tightening deep in his groin, an ache so harsh, it almost hurt. With the slaking of his lust nearly upon him, Mitch needed to fill his hands with both femininity and masculinity. In the madness and flurry of limbs and gyrating bodies, he skimmed his right palm down Kiona’s flat belly and located her clit. It was as hard as a pebble, soaking wet, and continually being stretched and pulled by Kol’s slow and deliberate thrusts as he struggled to maintain their connected triangle.

  Mitch stimulated the sticky little pearl, and Kiona moaned her appreciation, her tongue vibrating against his rod. “Mmm, Mikeke…” she murmured his Hawaiian name around his cock.

  Mitch crossed his left hand over and kneaded Kol’s breast, pinching and pulling on the puckered areola. Kol’s response was to growl into Mitch’s mouth and push his tongue deeper still. Mitch accepted it hungrily, opening wider to devour the hard male mouth while his hands played with the flesh of man and woman.

  So fucking hot. How had he gone all his life without this? The question echoed in Mitch’s head even as Kol’s warm mouth suddenly went still on Mitch’s, followed by his muffled grunt of release. Kol twitched and sucked air into his nose, keeping his mouth sealed to Mitch’s lips. Kol moaned louder, dipping his tongue deeper, sucking and dragging it along Mitch’s back teeth.

  Kiona’s climax came next, her high-pitch
ed moan of ecstasy stifled by her rabid devouring of Mitch’s cock and pre-come. She whimpered, squeezing the base of his shaft with her hand, holding onto him for leverage as she slammed backward time and time again onto Kol’s rod. Mitch could well imagine her cunt muscles contracting around Kol’s manhood, drawing out the last of his ejaculate.

  Then it happened. A second wave of mind-boggling bliss so intense, Mitch had to tear himself from Kol’s kiss and let out a long growl of pleasure. His balls drew up just before that unbelievable sensation of hot come shooting into her mouth. Mitch’s eyes crossed then clamped shut. He lifted his head up, stabbed his hands into her hair, and held her skull so that there was no way she could escape him. He watched her lips stretch wider, her beautiful face buried in his crotch as she did her best to swallow what she could. The rest of his come spilled down around the base of his shaft and into the crisp brown nest of pubic hair. He sucked in breath after breath, riding each peak and wave until the final plummet.

  “Oh, wow, did that really just happen?” Kol murmured, panting. He withdrew from Kiona’s passage and plopped backward onto the bed, his stiff cock coated with her white elixir.

  Kiona gave Mitch’s penis one final lick and kiss. She swiped her sticky mouth with a trembling hand and collapsed next to Kol. “I-I think it did,” she said breathily.

  Mitch angled around and rolled toward them, flinging his arm across both bodies. Hooking a hand on Kol’s far hip, he yanked, forcing them all closer so that Kiona was tucked against Mitch’s chest facing him, and Kol was positioned spoon-fashion behind her.

  “Damn right it did.” Mitch sighed. “Son of a bitch, the possibilities are endless. And now I can’t wait for the wedding so we can do it again. But the wedding night’s going to be different…”

  “Uh-uh.” Kol had his arm flung over his brow. His tanned, sculpted chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing.

  “What do you mean, uh-uh?” Kiona asked.

  “I mean,” Kol replied with a snarl in his tone, “there’s not going to be a wedding. Unless…”

  Chapter Seven

  “Unless? Unless what?” Kiona sat upright and twisted around to gawk at Kol.

  He shot off the bed, his jaw clenched. Now that the heat of the moment was over, panic seized him, making his throat tighten and his chest ache. Kiona and Mitch had contracts holding them together. Kol had nothing. But he wanted it all—he wanted both of them, without the worry of being cast aside once the glow of their wedding had worn off. “Unless you let me be a groom too.”

  “Now wait one goddamn minute.” Mitch rolled over and got to his feet. The naked, masculine sight of him took Kol’s breath away. The man was Kol’s new lover. For now. But what guarantee did Kol have that Mitch wouldn’t dump him and simply become Kol’s rival for Kiona’s affections once all this excitement wore off? But damn the mother fucker, Mitch didn’t seem to be the least bit concerned. Instead, he planted his hands on his hips and glared at Kol. The wide expanse of the bed, with Kiona set right in the center, was one of only two things separating Kol from the man he wanted with such a fierceness it frightened him to fucking death.

  The other thing was his fear at being rejected by them both.

  “We already had this all worked out,” Mitch snapped. “What the fuck’s your problem?”

  At Mitch’s scathing tone, Kol snatched his jeans up off the floor. Screw this. He’d be damned if he’d let anyone discard him so soon after all that mindboggling sex. It hadn’t been two seconds after coming down from his orgasmic high of making love to Ki and kissing Mitch while she sucked Mitch off, that a terrifying thought had occurred to Kol. What if he could never experience that heaven again with them? Kiona was so goddamn beautiful, and Mitch was such a stud, what if they eventually decided they didn’t need him anymore? What if the public adored them as a couple so much, they decided they didn’t need Kol anymore? He knew he was being irrational, yet the thought of how right it had felt to be with them both, compared to suddenly having to be without them just because he didn’t have a damn signature on a piece of paper, well, it was making him fucking pupule.

  But he couldn’t help it. He’d just indulged both sides of himself for the very first time in his entire life, and nothing was going to stop him from keeping it that way. He had rights here, too, and he wasn’t going to let up until they could reassure him he wasn’t just a goddamn third wheel.

  So to hell with Mitch’s public image. Kol being a second groom in their wedding would fix the problem, wouldn’t it?

  Well, it would have to, or he’d die before he’d let her marry Mitch without him.

  Kol took one brief second to shoot a withering look over his shoulder as he jammed his legs into the garment. “No, you and Ki had it all worked out nice and tidy with your fucking contracts and all. Without even consulting me first.”

  He left his jeans unzipped. Confidence flared briefly when both pairs of eyes riveted down to study his whorls of dark belly hair leading from his navel and arrowing down toward the barely discernible tip of his softening erection. He knew his long hair was touseled from their bout of amazing sex, and he hoped like hell his inky eyes glowed with desire neither of them would ever be able to resist.

  “Kol, what is it?” Kiona sat up. “What’s wrong all of a sudden? I thought you were fine with this.”

  “I…I was.” He combed both hands through his hair and laced his fingers together on top of his head. He sighed and whirled around toward the door. “Or maybe I became seduced just enough by the two of you, that I forgot how much I’m getting screwed in this deal.”

  “You’re not getting screwed.” Mitch started toward toward Kol, but when Kol spun back around, Mitch stopped in mid-step.

  “Huh, easy for you to say,” Kol mumbled.

  “How do you figure you’re getting screwed?” Mitch asked. “We just had some incredible sex, and you were definitely a part of it.”

  “Yeah, that was some incredible sex we just had.” He winced at the quiver in his voice. “But from where I stand, it was just that. Sex. Now what about me? What about my guarantee? I want more than sex. I want what we just did to last for the rest of my life. But ya see, I’m the only one here without insurance. You can stroke me all you want, swear to goddamn hell that I have nothing to worry about, and that you’ll work it out with Jager like you said earlier, but the fact is, I’m still the third guy out here. I need more. I need it in black and fucking white. I need to stand up there and say I do, right along with you. You both have the law on your sides. I don’t. There’re no legal papers to keep me from being booted out of this little trio we just initiated. Can’t you understand where I’m coming from, man?”

  “After what the three of us just shared together, no, I can’t,” Mitch growled. He dragged his T-shirt over his head, his half-hard cock angled from his body. His shorter blond locks stood on end and his bright eyes gleamed with ire. It made Kol think of a roaring lion. He could just picture himself as one too, in a fight to the death with Mitch, a pair of alpha lions going head-to-head over their chosen lioness. Just as they were now.

  Who would win the fight? Or would they, instead, join together to take down their kill?

  Society.

  Mitch’s paparazzi.

  Her goddamn father.

  No, it appeared Kol was losing this fight.

  He gripped the doorknob. Son of a bitch, was that the sting of tears in his eyes? “If you don’t get it, then fuck it. I’m out of here.”

  “Kol, no,” Kiona whimpered. “Please don’t go.”

  “Wait.” Mitch was already across the room, his warm hand curled firmly around Kol’s upper arm. “Look, pal, you’re being ridiculous and totally paranoid. I promise you, you have nothing to worry about.”

  “Paranoid, maybe,” Kol grudgingly agreed, trying his damndest to ignore the whoosh of fire that shot from Mitch’s hand wrapped around his arm to his aching groin. He added a few swear words under his breath and jerked his arm free. “But h
ow about you try standing in my shoes? If you think I’m just going to hand her over to you and agree to this little arrangement without making sure I’ve got some sort of protection, too, you’re fucking ridiculous. It ain’t happening. I’ll walk away right now before I ever let myself get in too deep, only to be dumped.”

  Kiona finally scooted off the bed and donned her robe. “Kol, wait a minute. Please don’t go.”

  Kol yanked open the door.

  “Where the hell are you going?” Mitch groaned.

  “To get myself a contract too.”

  “What?” Mitch stepped closer, his wide shoulders filling the doorway and blocking Kol’s view of Kiona. Was that the way it would always be? Mitch coming between Kol and Kiona? “You can’t just go find a random lawyer and draw up some convoluted contract. This is going to be a marriage—between a man and a woman. You can’t add another man to the picture, at least not legally.”

  “Why the hell not? No law against a person making up a contract about anything they damn well please, convoluted or not.”

  “We can’t do a three-way marriage.” Mitch blew out a breath and leaned against the doorjamb. The handsome, masculine picture he made was straight out of one of his movies, and goddamn it, it made Kol’s loins leap into overdrive. “There’s not a court in the world that would uphold it. And there’s no way the tabloids would let that one slide. My career would be over before the ink even dried on the first issue.”

  Kiona belted her robe and pushed her way between Kol and Mitch. Kol caught the scent of Mitch’s clean sweat mingled with Kiona’s sex, two distinct aromas that made his mouth water and his mind go all mushy. But given the stakes, he quickly refocused.

  “Fuck your career.” Kol gritted his teeth and fought the urge to punch the wall. “This is all about you, always has been. Well, screw that. I love her and I’m not taking the chance of you pushing me out of the picture and stealing her away from me. Or maybe I should just get the fuck out of Dodge and let you have her.”