Seduction in the Sun: Adult Romance Box Set (9 Sizzling Tales with BBW, Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males)

by Hawkeye, Lauren

  Both. “Neither.” Erotic romance novels explored many different types of kink, but Hannah had developed a fondness for the ménage. She loved Quinn’s easy laugher, and Declan’s intensity. She felt connected to both of them equally. The thought of having a threesome with them would be like having her most wild fantasy come true.

  “Oh, come on. Choose.”

  “They aren’t going to ask me out, so I don’t have to choose.”

  Becky shrugged. “I just want to know which one will be available.”

  Hannah stared at her for a long moment before she realized that her friend was trying to get a rise out of her. She shrugged. “You can have both. I’m not interested in that.”

  “Sure you aren’t.” Becky nudged Hannah again. “But if you want to keep your options open, that’s cool. There are plenty of other men here for me to flirt with.” She glanced around the crowd. “Do you want me to get you a beer?”

  Hannah followed Becky’s gaze to the cooler on the other side of the fire pit. Two new male grad students—Hannah forgot their names—were sifting through the drinks.

  “Sure.” Hannah knew that Becky was only looking for an excuse to dump her and go flirt with the men. Hannah didn’t mind giving her the opening.

  Becky flashed her an appreciative smile. “Be right back.”

  “Okay.” Hannah settled herself on one of the rocks and watched the small group adjust the pig over the pit. She wasn’t much of a meat eater, and the sight of the poor animal turning over the fire didn’t change her mind in that regard. It was a good thing that she ate before coming to the party.

  “Is this seat taken?”

  Hannah looked up to see Greg, another grad student, staring at her. It was hard to hide her disappointment. Where were Declan and Quinn?

  “No.”

  Greg settled himself next to her. “I don’t remember seeing you here last year.”

  “This is my first time.” Hannah scanned the crowd. Greg was nice enough, but Hannah didn’t really want to make polite conversation, and she wasn’t quite sure how to get rid of him.

  “Really?” He inched closer. “Well, you can stick with me. I’ll help you navigate the festivities.”

  Hannah smiled, not wanting to be rude. “Okay.”

  “Do you swim?”

  Hannah frowned. “Isn’t the water a little cool this time of year?”

  He shrugged. “Not if you just want to stick your toes in. Come on.” He stood and held out his hand. “Let me show you. It will be fun.”

  Going with Greg would mean leaving the crowd and going off alone with him. She didn’t want to do that, but didn’t know how to blow him off politely. Maybe she could go for a quick walk, and then plead a headache and go home. Yes, that was what she’d do.

  Hannah glanced around the fire-pit one last time. Her heart sank when she didn’t see Quinn and Declan. They weren’t coming. What a wasted evening.

  “Sure,” she said, not sure what else to say. She took Greg’s hand and let him lead her away from the crowd. They walked a short distance across the sand in silence. She tried to pull her hand away, but he held it fast. She felt awkward and confused. He smelled like cheap beer and had this look in his eye as if she were a piece of meat, not a woman. By the time they reached the water, she became desperate to get away from him.

  He took a swing of his beer. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

  “Thank you.” Hannah noticed that he had led her quite a distance from the crowd, far enough not to be seen by others. She suspected that the crashing waves would hide her screams, too.

  “Maybe we should head back.” She liked Greg well enough, but there was something about him tonight that made her uncomfortable.

  “Not just yet.” He stopped walking and pulled her closer. He nodded to the horizon. “Pretty, isn’t it?”

  “It’s a lovely sunset, yes.” A wave crashed, and cold water washed over her toes. Hannah yelped and jumped back.

  “I’ll save you.” Greg dropped his beer, swooped in and put his arms around her waist. He picked her up and carried her out of the reach of the water.

  “Could you put me down?” She pressed her palms against his chest.

  “Why don’t you give me a kiss first?”

  She smelled the alcohol on his breath and guessed that he wasn’t working on his first beer of the night. Greg had always been nice to her, and she guessed that it was the alcohol talking now more than anything else.

  She needed to get away from him before things got out of control. “You know, I don’t think that would be such a good idea.”

  “Come on, just a little kiss. You know you want it. You wouldn’t be wearing that sexy bikini otherwise.” He set her down on her tiptoes and tightened his arms around her waist, trapping her. “Admit it. You chose it because you wanted to turn me on.”

  “No.” Oh God, why had she let Becky convince her to buy the bikini? She should have taken the black one-piece. Hannah pushed against his hairy chest as her panic wrapped around her lungs and made it difficult for her to breathe. “Greg, stop.”

  “Come on, I see how you flirt with Declan and Quinn during chemistry lab. I know that you’re trying to make me jealous.”

  “What?” She turned her head away as he tried to kiss her. “What are you talking about?”

  “You wear those tight tank tops and flowing skirts, then practically rub yourself up against the exchange students, teasing the rest of us in the class. We all know how much you want it.”

  “No.” Had she really acted so loose around Declan and Quinn? They must have thought she was a tramp, some cheap fly-by-night floozy. Tears stung her eyes as she struggled in Greg’s grip. “Let go of me.”

  “Come on, one kiss is all I ask.”

  “No.” Adrenaline surged through her body and she remembered Becky’s words. Seize the moment. No one was going to help her out here by the water. She had to help herself. No longer could Hannah sit back and let others dictate her life. She had to take charge, or end up having sex with some drunk in the cold ocean.

  Hannah brought up her knee hard and fast, hitting her attacker in the groin. Greg grunted, doubled over, and whimpered. Hannah stumbled back.

  “I’m not having sex with you, Greg.” She started walking backward toward the party. “I’m not having sex with anyone.” She wiped the stray tear on her cheek and glanced over her shoulder. The party was in full swing. Music and laughter filtered down over the sand dunes to where Hannah was standing. She didn’t want to be around other people, especially people who thought she was an easy lay, like Greg suggested.

  Hannah wrapped her arms around her middle and ran in the opposite direction. She didn’t know where she was going, nor did she care. She just knew that she needed to get away. Tears streamed down her face as embarrassment and shame washed over her body. Had she really been strutting her stuff to Declan and Quinn like a two dollar whore? Greg seemed to think so. How many others in the department thought as Greg did?

  She stopped running as she went over her encounters with the exchange students in her mind. Every sexy outfit she picked out, every twist of her hair and giggle played through her head.

  Good lord, she was a two dollar whore. It was amazing how someone so smart could be so stupid.

  Hannah dropped onto her knees on the sand, stunned by her actions. For a long time she stared out over the crashing waves, wishing that they could somehow wash away the events of the past year and allow her to do them over.

  When had she gotten so loose? She was never so forward with anyone before. Hannah hardly ever dated, and never, ever flirted. There was just something about Declan and Quinn that made her think of all of those erotic novels she read and brought out her inner vixen. The men were so filled with life and testosterone. She just couldn’t seem to help herself.

  Heavens, what a mess. If she lived through the embarrassment, it would be a miracle. Maybe she could put in for a transfer to a different school in the fall...

/>   Soft whispers blew over the sand dunes. The voices were masculine and familiar, but too quiet to make out any words. Who would be out here at this time of night? She wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand and stood.

  Hannah briefly considered going back to the party, but she didn’t really want to be around people. Besides, there was something about the voices that called to her. She followed the whispers over the dunes as her curiosity grew.

  “Did you find her?”

  Hannah stopped walking as she recognized Declan’s voice.

  “No. I looked everywhere.”

  Quinn. Hannah knelt down behind the dune and angled herself until both men came into view. The setting sun cast a red-orange halo around them both, creating a beautiful, romantic picture.

  “Damn Greg.” Quinn fisted his hands. “He’s such an ass.”

  “I never liked him,” Declan agreed. “Now he’s scared off Hannah and I’m not sure if we’ll ever find her.”

  Hannah stared at the men. They were looking for her?

  “I’d love to punch his face in.” The normally jovial Quinn slammed his fist in his palm.

  “Come now, you know violence isn’t the answer.” Declan sighed. “I just wish I knew if Hannah was all right.”

  “You don’t believe that she had sex with Greg, do you?”

  “I don’t think anyone believes him. He’s an ass, remember?”

  Quinn shook his head. “I’m worried about her.”

  “Me too.”

  “If only we weren’t running late. We could have stopped it.”

  Hannah stood and was about to reveal herself when she saw Declan reach out for Quinn. She hunched back down behind a sand dune and watched as Declan wrapped his arms around Quinn’s shoulders. The act was gentle and affectionate. Soothing. It seemed almost as if he was consoling a lover.

  Desire sparked in her lower abdomen. She imagined herself between the two men, their hard, naked bodies pressed up against her like in one of her erotic novels. She had never participated in a three-way, but she guessed that with Declan and Quinn it would be so much more intimate than what she had read about, more intense. To be surrounded by all of that warm skin, to feel their hands and lips on her body, would be like a dream come true.

  “Don’t worry, we’ll find her.” Declan hooked his finger under Quinn’s chin and raised his head to meet his gaze. Then he closed the distance between them and covered his lips.

  They were...kissing? Hannah gasped and put her hand over her mouth. They were lovers? A hollowness formed in the pit of her stomach. She was such a fool to think that they’d be interested in her. Damn Becky for putting the thought in her head. Declan and Quinn were lovers—lovers! Tears once again stung her eyes and a sob escaped her throat.

  Declan broke the kiss and pulled back from Quinn. “Did you hear that?”

  Quinn stepped out of his lover’s embrace. “There’s someone here.”

  Hannah stood and turned to go.

  “Wait—don’t leave.” Quinn’s voice rose up from the dunes.

  Hannah closed her eyes. Could this evening get any worse? She couldn’t run away now. She’d have to talk to them. Hannah decided she’d be curt and quick, then get out of there and go home as soon as possible.

  Hannah had let Becky give her hope for something more than a life of seclusion, and now she was paying the price. Hannah was better off with her cat and her erotic novels.

  It was best to get this over with as quickly as possible. Slowly she turned around.

  Both men started moving toward her.

  “Hannah,” Declan was faster than Quinn and reached her first. “My God, we were worried about you.”

  “Were you?” Hannah looked from Declan to Quinn. “Just now you were kissing. You couldn’t have been that worried.” Hannah winced at the men’s stunned expressions and immediately regretted her words. She held up her hands between them. “I mean, it’s none of my business—”

  “You saw that?” Quinn asked.

  Declan took a step forward. “Did it disgust you?” He took another step. “Scare you?”

  “A little.” She shook her head. “I mean it didn’t disgust me. I just didn’t know that you two...” She waved her hands in the air between them.

  “We are lovers, yes.” Declan stopped and held his hands out at his sides. “Does that bother you?”

  “No. Yes.” She sighed and dropped her hands. “I don’t know.”

  “There’s more,” Quinn said.

  “More?”

  Declan glanced at Quinn, and then refocused his attention to her. “We like kissing each other, but we find it much more erotic to both be kissing another woman.”

  “Much more erotic,” Quinn said as he stepped closer.

  “Does that make you uncomfortable?” Declan asked.

  “I—” Hannah thought back to what Greg had said. She now had a reputation for being easy. Did Quinn and Declan expect her to have sex with both of them? More importantly, how did she feel about that?

  She thought about her erotic novels back in her apartment. It had always been a fantasy of hers to have a threesome, but never thought that stuff happened in real life. Now she was facing the opportunity to experience something she had only read about. What was holding her back?

  “We heard what had happened with Greg,” Quinn said. “We want you to know that no one believed him when he said you had sex with him on the beach. He’s known for shooting off his mouth.”

  Some of the tension in Hannah’s shoulders eased. “Really?”

  “Yeah,” Declan said. “Did he hurt you?” He took another step closer.

  “No, not really.” Just shook her up a little.

  “You’re shivering.” Quinn closed the last of the distance between them and touched her shoulder. “You’re freezing.”

  “I’m not that cold. Really.”

  “Then why the goose bumps?”

  Because you two are overloading my senses with testosterone. Hannah chewed on her lower lip, unsure of how to respond and not sound foolish.

  “If you’re cold, then why didn’t you say something? Come here.” Declan reached out and pulled her close to his chest. Instead of being afraid or disgusted, like she was with Greg, she felt warm and safe. Declan smelled spicy and male, a heady mix. She felt a tightening in her lower abdomen as he wrapped his arms around her and rested his cheek on the top of her head.

  She had never had anyone care for her quite like this before. As the daughter of divorced parents and an abusive father, it had been a very long time since she had felt so safe in a man’s arms.

  Declan was over six feet, and all muscle. Hannah let out her breath and slid her arms around his waist. He wore nothing but swim trunks, allowing her to touch his skin. She rubbed her cheek against the fine hairs of his chest and toyed with the small container that hung from a string around his neck.

  “What’s this?” she asked.

  “Never you mind, love.” Declan tightened his grip around her. “It’s not important now.”

  Hannah wrapped both arms around his waist and savored his body heat, his calm strength. She closed her eyes and sighed.

  “That’s it, little one. Relax. We’ll take care of you.” Quinn placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage out the tension of the past few hours. She didn’t realize how uptight the party had made her, or how on edge Greg’s advances had left her. She moaned her approval as Quinn kneaded and soothed her muscles with his fingers. They felt good, real good. It was almost as if the men were coaxing her into an erotic dreamland.

  Hannah felt Quinn’s warmth behind her and images of her wildest fantasies sprung to the forefront of her mind. She pictured their bodies tangled on the bed, limbs entwined, moving to the beat of a primal rhythm. Heat spiraled out over her skin and the muscles in her lower abdomen clenched with need.

  Quinn inched closer and his long, thick erection pressed into her backside.

  “Oh,” she gasped and
moved her head away from Declan, bumping it against Quinn’s chest in the process.

  “Is there something wrong, little one?” Declan asked.

  “No, it’s just...” Her voice trailed off as the men moved in closer. She felt both their erections, one at her backside and one in her belly. They were both as turned on as she was. Hannah moistened her lips as she thought of something to say.

  “It’s just that you’ve never been held by two men before,” Declan said.

  “Yes.” She sighed in relief.

  “Does it make you uncomfortable?” Quinn asked.

  She thought about it for a moment. “No, not at all.” In fact, there was something that felt strangely right about having the men surround her.

  “Good,” Quinn ran his fingers over her upper back. “You know Hannah, I’ve been thinking about this moment ever since I first laid eyes on you.”

  “Me, too,” Declan confirmed as he spread his palms over her waist. “Ever since you walked into that lab class.” He reached up and trailed his fingers along her cheek. The motion caused her to lift her head and meet his gaze.

  “Those tank tops you wear are an incredible turn-on,” Declan said, his voice barely more than a whisper. “You were driving us both crazy.”

  “I was wearing a lab coat.”

  “True, but we knew what was underneath.”

  “And those skirts...” Quinn added. “I didn’t know long skirts could be so sexy.”

  “Yes, they are.” Declan cast his gaze down toward her breasts, which were popping out of her bikini. “That swimsuit is sexy, too.”

  “Very sexy,” Quinn agreed.

  Declan shifted his gaze to her hands. “And your nails... They look much more feminine.”

  “I—” Okay, so Becky was right. Hannah made a mental note to thank her roommate later.

  “And that smile...that’s the one.” Declan’s features softened. “You have a beautiful smile.”

  “And a wonderful laugh.”

  “If you don’t want this, love,” Declan said as he ran his thumb over her lips. “I suggest you stop it now.”

  “I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to hold back once we get going,” Quinn added. “You’re like a drug, Hannah. A beautiful, addicting drug.”