Chapter Nine
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Evan hadn’t meant to say those words out loud. From the looks on their faces she was about to get it. Whatever it was.
Gabe’s smile stretched wide. He carefully withdrew from Lance’s body, leaning over to kiss his lips when Lance hissed at the extraction.
“Damn. I fucking hate when you pull out.”
Gabe laughed. “We’d look a little stupid walking around with my cock stuck up your ass.”
Evan’s pussy clenched picturing it. Hell, she had a gay friend. The lifestyle had never bothered her in the least bit. Richard and his lover were very open in front of her but she’d never witnessed anything like Gabe and Lance together.
They were truly made for one another. Both athletic, gorgeous and one-hundred-percent alpha. Any woman in the world would kill to have a shot at just one of them. Yet here she was, naked, in their bed. She had to wonder why they did this.
“Fuck each other?” One of Gabe’s eyebrows shot up.
Shit. She’d done it again.
Lance’s hand stroked Gabe’s hip. Evan watched, mesmerized by those long fingers, remembering them deep inside her vagina, and groaned.
“No,” she murmured, looking back up to Gabe’s face. “This.” She gestured around the room. Lance sat up, curling himself around Gabe’s back and lazily fondling his lover’s softened cock. It didn’t stay soft long. Evan licked her lips.
Gabe’s breath hitched audibly and his hand curved around Lance’s thigh. Evan found herself wanting more than anything to be a part of what they had. What would happen when she had to leave in a few days? Somehow she knew a section of her heart would be left behind.
Gabe shrugged and let out a strangled gurgle when Lance rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock. A heartbeat later Gabe reversed their positions so Lance was sitting between his legs. He mimicked what Lance had been doing to him by taking hold of Lance’s quickly hardening erection.
“My uncle owns it,” Gabe breathed. Lance arched into Gabe’s chest, spreading his legs to give him better access to his balls.
Caught up in watching them, Evan did a double take. “So you do this just because you can? I’d think any woman in the world would jump to take you both on.” She shot her gaze back to Gabe’s wandering fingers. Lance tilted his hips. His heels dug into the mattress between her feet when Gabe touched the rim of his still slightly open asshole.
“Not looking…for just…anyone,” Lance panted.
Gabe bit down on Lance’s shoulder and pressed the tip of his finger inside his anus.
“What does that mean?” Evan asked, gaze glued to the scene before her.
“Come here, Evan.”
She jumped at the command in Gabe’s voice, but moved nonetheless, scooting her butt across the couple of feet that separated them. He’d done a damn good job of changing the subject.
“Spread your legs and put them over ours.”
She did, forming a diamond between them. She smelled her juices and was tempted to touch herself.
“Uh-uh,” Gabe growled. “Ours.” His hand never stopped moving on Lance’s cock, making it longer, thicker, harder.
Evan felt her ears go red. How did he know?
“Move closer. I want to watch you fuck Lance like this. Up,” he urged, helping her to sit on their outstretched thighs until Lance’s cock lined up with her pussy.
Gabe let go of Lance’s length. He hissed out a breath, watching Gabe trail his fingertips through her slit, testing her, making sure she was ready.
Evan leaned back, ready to brace herself on Lance’s knees.
“No,” Gabe barked, then softened. “Come forward. Put your hands on his shoulders.”
“Let me—”
“Shh…” Gabe cut Lance off with a finger across his lips. “I’m in control here.” He slid his hand down Lance’s throat, over his chest and toyed with one nipple.
Evan bit her lip. Harder when Gabe lifted his hand from her sopping pussy to ring one of her nipples with her cream.
“Scoot up a bit. Let me guide his cock into you,” Gabe whispered.
She shifted so she was on her knees and raised her hips. Lance’s cock nudged her entrance. Gabe directed the fat head through her slippery folds and slapped it against her clit. Every muscle in her vagina spasmed in response.
“Come down slowly.”
Evan lowered herself inch by agonizing inch, impaling her body on Lance’s.
“Look at that, Lance. Watch her sweet pussy sucking you in.”
Lance’s nostrils flared with each harsh breath, and his belly quivered. “Fuck yeah.”
“Ride him, Evan.”
Evan rose up on her knees and started pumping her hips, stroking his penis in a nice, even rhythm.
“That’s it, baby. Feels good doesn’t it, Lance?”
With every downward movement, the thick head of his erection bumped against her g-spot. She pursed her lips. There wasn’t enough friction on her clit though. She needed more, her fingers, something.
Gabe read her mind again. His thumb settled on the tiny bundle of nerves, not moving, just pressing. Sliding up and down against it was enough.
“Her little clit is like a rock, Lance. She’s gonna explode soon.”
She watched Gabe nip at Lance’s ear. Her breathing nearly drowned out his words. She dropped her head back and upped the pace. Lance’s thighs were solid beneath hers, the muscles taut.
“I’m gonna come,” Lance cried.
“Not yet.” Gabe surrounded the base of Lance’s cock with his finger and thumb and squeezed. The action prevented Evan from taking all of his length as well as prolonging Lance’s agony.
Sweat beaded his forehead and chest.
“Gabe,” he snarled.
Still cupping Lance, Gabe returned his thumb to her clit. Sparks ignited in her womb and seconds later, Evan screamed her release, slamming down one last time and holding herself rigid while her pussy pulsed around the cock deep inside.
“Now you can come,” she heard Gabe command and then Lance shouted too.
Thick jets of semen splashed her womb. Evan curled into Lance’s chest and Gabe’s arms came around both of them, hugging them close. She and Lance were breathing heavily but she swore she heard Gabe say, “I love you. Both of you.”
Chapter Ten
Rays of sunlight filtered through the palm trees, kissing Evan’s mostly bare skin, adding to the already stifling heat on the island. A giggle followed by a squeal sounded from the far end of the pool drawing her attention yet again. The couple had been going at it, making lazy love for a good thirty minutes now.
And for twenty-nine of those minutes, Evan had been peeking at them from behind her sunglasses. She wondered when she’d become such a voyeur.
No, she didn’t. She knew exactly when it happened. The second she’d walked into Fantasmagorical Resort and seen all those warm, semi-naked bodies, she’d transformed into some sex-starved addict. Watching other people in flagrante delicto was a high like no other. Okay, not as high as some of the orgasms she’d had at the hands of Gabe and Lance but still, a heady feeling.
Evan sighed and dropped her head back. What the hell was she going to do about them? There were only two days left before she had to leave Fantasm Island and she was nowhere near ready to let go.
What exactly did she want though? To take this relationship back home? To stay another week until she’d fucked them out of her system? Did she even have any options? The rules expressly stated that guests were forbidden from trying to contact their matches after their stay.
Was it different for the owner’s nephew? Isn’t that what he’d said? “My uncle owns it.” Which led her down another path. What in the shit were they doing here? Getting their jollies fucking a different woman each week, more than likely. They didn’t seem to be the type though.
Demanding, coercive and outright male, yes, but in it just to get their rocks off? She didn’t believe it. They could do that anywa
y with as potent as they were.
Evan couldn’t help but think she’d never find anyone else who made her feel so…whole. How had it happened? She’d come here to relax, indulge in a no-strings-attached affair, find out what non-vanilla sex was really like.
In her heart, she had never expected to not want to leave when the week was up.
She thought back to their last time in bed. Sticky with sweat and come, smelling of sex and clinging to each other, she swore she’d heard Gabe mutter, “I love you, guys. Both of you.”
A figment of her imagination? Hearing what she wanted to hear?
Evan wiped the tiny droplets of sweat from her belly and off her shoulders and arms.
“Might as well be in a sauna,” she muttered.
“You got that right, Ev. Damn it’s hot. Shoulda stayed inside.”
Evan laughed as her friend sat in the lounge chair beside her. “Zach finally let you out?”
She sniffed. “He didn’t have a choice. He got called to some kind of employee meeting. Something about switching up the matches at tonight’s mixer.”
Evan’s heart thudded, and her stomach rolled. “Switch it up? What the hell does that mean?” She swung her legs to the side and sat up.
Kiley shrugged. “I wasn’t privy to anything else. I wouldn’t mind doing something a little different for one night though. That is why we came here you know. To partake in our fantasies. Besides, you got two guys. I wouldn’t mind having a threesome.”
Evan knew she looked like a fish with her mouth opening and closing the way it was. What could she say? Kiley was right. Still didn’t make Evan want to share her guys with anyone else. Tonight or any other night.
Whoa. Time to step back and look at the big picture. She was on an island somewhere in the Caribbean having fantastic sex with two men she’d never met before. In two days, she’d go home to St. Louis to her boring job as a buyer for a car leasing company. There’d be no more mind-blowing orgasms or commands to suck a cock.
Instead she’d be forced to endure plain old vanilla sex whenever she could find it with some date she met at a gathering of friends.
Suddenly, her life looked bleak. Evan stared at her hands in her lap and willed her eyes to stop watering.
“You’re right,” she said, lifting her chin and squaring her shoulders. “We came here to have outrageous sex, and we’ve done that. In spades.”
“So spill. What’s it like to do two guys at the same time.”
Evan smiled. “It’s the most incredible—”
“Suck my cock.”
Kiley dropped her chin to her chest and Evan laughed. “Does that bird say anything else?”
“No,” Kiley answered, flexing her jaw. “And if it weren’t for the fact that Zach reciprocates most deliciously, I’d kill it.”
When Kiley made no move to drop to her knees, Evan turned, looking for Zack. “Where is he?”
“The bird?” She pointed to a tree near the door. “Over there.”
“Ah, so he squawks even when his owner isn’t around.”
“Yes. So three more days, huh, then back to the grindstone.”
Evan flopped back down, covering her eyes with one arm. “I guess so.” She nearly choked on the words.
“What’s wrong? I had to practically drag you here and now you don’t want to leave? The sex must be spectacular.”
“It’s not just the sex.” She groaned. Besides, the sex was way more than spectacular. More on pace with a nuclear explosion. “It’s like I feel a…connection with them.”
“What?” Kiley squeaked and transplanted herself from her lounger to practically on top of Evan. “You like one of them?”
Evan cringed. She could hear the excitement in her friend’s voice. She’d never live this down.
“No.” That much was true. She didn’t like one of them. She liked both of them. And the like was bordering on something far more complex. Damn it. She wished she’d heard exactly what Gabe had said.
“Oh,” Kiley said, dejected.
“I like them both.”
“Aahhh.”
Evan jumped at Kiley’s girly squeal.
“I knew it. I could see it in you the other day.”
“Great. I wonder how many other people can see it in me.”
Chapter Eleven
“No. Hell no,” Gabe yelled, his neck corded.
“Fucking hell no,” Lance agreed.
“Boys, it’s not up to you. Maybe Evan wants something different. You’ve got to let her make her own choice.”
Gabe scowled at his uncle Silus across the room. “And if she doesn’t want it?”
His uncle sighed and slumped deeper into his seat, throwing his pencil on the desk. “You’ve never questioned my rules before, Gabe. What’s different now?”
Gabe looked at Lance and they both turned to his uncle.
“She’s…”
“She’s what?” the older man barked.
Lance dropped into the chair across from Fantasmagorical’s owner. Gabe watched his lover and best friend eye the man who’d practically raised Gabe as his son instead of a nephew when Gabe’s dad had died way too young. Silus had treated Lance the same way since Gabe and Lance had met in the first grade. They’d been closer than two friends were meant to be from day one and Silus had supported them both even after they’d shared with him their true feelings for each other.
“She’s different,” Lance said simply.
Gabe’s uncle snorted. “I see.” He sat forward and folded his hands in front of his mouth. “Different how?”
Gabe cleared his throat. “Different in that we want to keep her.” No use keeping it a secret. “You’ve known from the get-go Lance and I were looking for a third. We both think Evan is the one.”
Silus looked between his nephew and Lance. “And what does she have to say about this?”
Gabe sighed and dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling. What did she have to say? How the hell would they know? So far they hadn’t exactly delved too deeply into their backgrounds with her. She didn’t know they were searching for the one woman who would complete their lives and thereby fill a void. “We haven’t really asked her yet,” Lance answered, saving Gabe from the task.
“Hm.” The grandfather clock in the corner ticked loudly in the otherwise silent room. “You know it’s in the contract—all three of you signed, by the way—that there is to be no further contact off the island. It saves our guests from possible, uncomfortable situations when they leave.”
Gabe nodded, Lance grunted. They both knew this.
“So do you think she’d be amenable to an arrangement outside this resort? Because I’ve got to tell you boys, I don’t want a lawsuit brought against me because my own nephew can’t keep his paws off a woman.” He slapped his hand on the desk, catching the lead of the pencil and causing it to flip into the air. It landed on the carpet about five feet away.
All three men stared at the point where it stabbed into the ground, eraser end up.
“Your mother would kill me if you had a restraining order brought up against you, Gabe.”
Gabe shifted his gaze. “Evan wouldn’t do that.”
“How do you know, boy?”
Lance bailed him out again. “We don’t, for sure. We’re going on our instincts here, and you know as well as we do they’ve never been wrong before.”
Silus audibly growled and his lip curled up on one corner. “I don’t know,” he wavered.
“There’s nothing to know about, Uncle Silus. We know she’s the one we want.”
“And if she doesn’t want you, what will you do? Kidnap her? You can’t make someone love you, Gabe.”
Lance cleared his throat. “I don’t think we’ll need to make her love anybody. I think she already does.”
Gabe jerked his head toward Lance. What did he know? Lance gave him a subtle nod, an indication they would talk later. First they had to get off Uncle Silus’ radar.
“Hmph. She said
those words to you, boy? Women tend to be a little touchy when it comes to men telling them how they should feel.”
Lance chuckled. Gabe smiled.
“We know that. Evan is no different. She doesn’t take shit from either of us,” Gabe assured him.
“Unless it’s in bed,” Lance muttered.
“Good.” Silus nodded. “I wouldn’t want you with some female who cowed under both of your dominant ways.” He sat back again and contemplated them. “Fine. But here’s the deal. You have to offer her the opportunity to go tonight to the switch. If she wants to, knowing she’ll have a different partner if she does, then I guess you’ll have your answer. And,” he continued when Lance and Gabe both let out a big breath, “you will tell her what will be happening at the party. You can’t just ask her if she wants to go to a party or stay in your room when you’ve got her distracted and otherwise occupied, if you know what I mean.”
“Shit,” Gabe snarled.
“Fine.” Lance brooded.
“Great. Now get the hell out of my office and leave me in peace.”
They stood and headed for the door but not before they heard Silus grumble, “Now I gotta hire two new employees.”
Chapter Twelve
Evan knew something was up the second she walked in the door. Gabe was perched on the arm of the sofa, his arms crossed over his chest, and Lance was sprawled in the armchair, legs spread wide, hands behind his head. Both wore a look of serious rumination on their faces.
Her heart pounded. Were they getting ready to tell her they were tired of her? That tonight she would be with some other man?
She steeled herself for the inevitable. They had no hold on her here. They were employees on a resort island for God’s sake, not her lovers back in St. Louis. Gabe’s uncle had paid them to do a job. A job which required them to be at a different woman’s beck and call every other week or so.
Evan wasn’t delusional. She had known their relationship would end when the week was over, but damn it, she still had two days left and she sure as shit didn’t want to spend them with anyone else.
She wiped her sweaty palms on her shorts and licked her lips, prepared to fight for the right to stay with them. Maybe it was up to her if she wanted to switch. Maybe she was borrowing trouble before she knew the facts.
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