Hawaiian Triple Heat [Dr. Love Shark] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Bobbi Brattz

  “Rae, honey, please tell me what’s bothering you.”

  Swiping at the tears that managed to escape, she pushed back and looked away.

  “It’s nothing. Let’s get this over with.”

  Without another word, she let him take her hand and walk her to the campfire on the beach. The sun was just beginning to descend, the sky a riot of vivid colors flowing like molten lava across the vista.

  If I knew he cared, I’d relish every moment of this with him and Piers. I feel so used. How can I possibly stay in Hawaii another night with Mateo?

  Though there were at least a hundred people on the beach, she only gave them a quick glance and dropped her gaze to the sand, sitting down beside Piers in front of the roaring fire.

  * * * *

  “Rae!” Moki rushed up, her floral shirt wild with a pattern of native flowers and vines in bright splashes of color. She looked ten years younger, her silver-threaded black hair flowing down her back, a grass skirt around her waist.

  Two beautiful young women flanked her on either side.

  “These are my daughters, Ke’ala, and Leialoha.”

  Though she felt a twinge in her heart as she caught sight of Mateo being kissed on either cheek by a number of women, Rae smiled with grace and shook the girls’ hands.

  “It’s so nice to meet you. Your mother is the best Hawaiian cook I’ve ever met. No meals can compare with hers.”

  Both women laughed in delight as their mother beamed with pride.

  “She keeps trying to make us fat with her cooking. We are still young enough to outrun her though,” Ke’ala said, grinning as her mother took a playful swat at her bottom.

  “Don’t you listen to a word they say about me, Rae. I keep telling them that in order to get a good husband, they must cook like no other.”

  “I’d rather be thin and single, Mom. If a man only wants to keep me in the kitchen serving his every need, then I don’t want him.” Leialoha snorted.

  “Men like more than just food from the kitchen, Ku’uipo.”

  As Mateo’s arm slipped around the woman’s waist, she shrieked and playfully fought him off.

  “Let me go, you smooth-talking devil. I thought we got rid of all the snakes on the island.”

  Mateo’s rich laughter rang out. Just then, Rae realized that he’d called Leialoha “model” also. That meant that he’d slept with her, too. Unable to understand how Moki could be so flippant about such an arrangement and still work for the letch, Rae fell silent. Moki was watching the play with a pleased grin on her face.

  “Oh, Rae, we brought you something.” Ke’ala held up a grass skirt then stepped forward to secure it around Rae’s waist.

  “Uh, thanks. It’s beautiful.”

  Leialoha took a lei of fresh flowers off her neck and slipped it over Rae’s head. Though Rae wanted to rip the damned thing off her neck and swim all the way home to Canada rather than stay another minute, she pasted a smile on her face and suffered the kisses the women placed on her cheeks.

  Dark eyes simmered with some unknown emotion as Mateo watched the process, and then he walked away at a call from one of his clients.

  “I see that our host is in a bad mood tonight. Perhaps he’s had to deal with a bad guest. Sometimes that happens when people arrange to come here thinking this resort is for debauchery and orgies.” With a shake of her head, Moki left with her girls.

  “You look beautiful in the skirt and lei, Rae.”

  She spun on heel, suddenly angered. “Piers, stop saying things like that. You don’t have to give me false compliments to get me into bed, obviously,” she hissed.

  “If that’s all it takes, I’ll have to pull up a few from my memories and see how fast it works. Apparently it does for your friend here.”

  With her eyes scrunched closed at the sound of Boe’s harsh tone, she stepped away from him. Piers pulled her behind him though she wanted to stand her own ground.

  “Watch your mouth, mister. You are talking to a lady.”

  Boe laughed so hard, he had to swipe tears from his eyes. Ester stood behind him, her expression worried as she wrung her hands together.

  “Lady? She looks more like a whore to me. How much do you charge, sweetheart?”

  Before Piers could hit the man, Rae shoved her lover aside and confronted the creep.

  “You get out of my sight. The only reason I don’t have you arrested and charged with assault is because of your wife. She’s a sweet, kind woman, and I have no idea why she’d put up with the likes of you.”

  “What’s going on here?” Mateo raced over, his eyes cold with fury.

  “None of your business,” Rae hissed. She pushed past him and walked over to the water to try and calm her nerves.

  After a long walk on the beach, the waves and swish of the grass skirt the only sounds she could hear, she finally turned back. A gasp escaped as she came face-to-face with both Mateo and Piers.

  “We followed you to keep an eye out so that nothing happened to you,” Piers said with a shrug.

  “I don’t need any man to watch out for me,” she snarled.

  “Obviously.” The sarcasm in Mateo’s tone wasn’t lost on her.

  Though she was about to let into him once again, Piers stepped between them and lifted her chin with his knuckle.

  “What happened between you and that man?” he asked gently.

  With a heavy sigh, she shook her head and tore her gaze away to look out to sea. “Nothing. He just pisses me off, that’s all. I want to go home.” I want to go to my home in Canada, as far away from Mateo as I can get. The ache in her chest had grown to such a degree that she was breathless from it.

  Neither man said a word as she began the long walk back to the campsite. Music, drums, and rattles filled the air as men in grass skirts leapt and spun over the sand, demonstrating their athletic abilities. Rae found she couldn’t stop watching as bare chests full of hard muscles glistened while they reflected the light of the flames.

  When the dance ended, the women moved in and began a beautiful, feminine dance. Piers leaned down close to her ear.

  “They are telling their lovers to come and get them. They offer their hearts and bodies to provide pleasure. The woman in front is the leader who will select her man first. The others will follow. Watch the grace and elegance of their movements. Women are taught as young children to perfect the steps and become alluring like sirens of the sea.”

  “They are beautiful,” Rae murmured, touched by the wonder of it all. Though she’d been to another luau on the island, it didn’t compare with this one.

  One by one the women chose their dance partners, a particularly sultry vixen taking Piers’s hand, another Mateo’s. Rae’s heart nearly burst from the pain of watching them yet she stood frozen to the spot.

  The Hawaiian men stepped into the mix and each began to select a partner for themselves. Tall, dark, and extremely handsome with long black hair, a young man took Rae’s hand and tugged her forward with a gentle pull. She glanced over at Mateo, who seemed enthralled by the beauty. Rae forced back the anger and jealousy that bit and snapped at her heart then smiled up at the man.

  “I’d love to.”

  “Thank you. Would you like to learn how to dance the way the women do? It’s very sensual and twists a man’s heart into knots for want of her.”

  Rae could tell he had no interest in her psychically, so she nodded. At the other luau, she’d taken a few lessons, but hadn’t been able to achieve the grace the women here had.

  With his hands low on her hips, hers on his shoulders, she followed the instructions he gave and soon was twitching her hips and laughing in delight. When he showed her how to undulate her belly and make her hands wave “come hither” with a sexuality she’d never exhibited before, Rae lost herself in the dance.

  The drums beat throughout her body. With her eyes closed, she danced alone. The pace of the song moved faster and faster until she began to whirl in circles, her dance partner talking he
r through it.

  When the song finally ended, she was breathless, dropping to her knees on the ground with a laugh of delight. She opened her eyes to see that everyone had stopped to watch her, including Mateo, whose eyes were full of molten desire.

  The clapping began slowly then burst aloud with boisterous cheers.

  Embarrassed, Rae took off for the path and raced back to the house. Never has she let her tight control slip so much until she’d arrived in Hawaii. Her cheeks were aflame with heat, breasts rising and falling from exertion.

  Just as she reached her room, a hard arm slipped around her waist and lifted her off the floor. She screamed and fought for freedom, hitting the forearm as hard as she could.

  “Will you stop fighting me?” Mateo shouted, squeezing tighter until she ran out of breath and fell limp against him.

  Sobs shook her body as he carried her to his room and placed her on the bed.

  “Tell me what this is about, right now!”

  By the look in his eyes, he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

  “I want to…”

  “I don’t give a damn what you want. You’ve been acting weird all afternoon, and I want to know why. Does it have to do with that man who accosted you at the fire?”

  “No…he…no!” she cried. There was no way she was going to tell him what had happened and why she was so upset that he’d called her “model.” His ego was already the size of the USA. There was no need to inflate it more.

  His shoulders dropped along with his chin as he sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his face with both hands in frustration.

  “I don’t understand what’s wrong, Rae.”

  “Where’s Piers?”

  “One of his patients went into labor. He’ll probably be gone for the night.”

  She watched as he stood and walked over to the toy shelf and picked up a thin chain that held strange clamp like pieces on either side. When she realized his intent, she leapt off the bed and ran for the door, but he was quicker and got there before her.

  “Get out of my way!”

  The leer on his face as he shook his head, the chain dangling from his fingers, sent tingles of awareness fluttering through her pussy. Rae backed away toward the patio door, hoping to escape outside. Each step she took, he followed until, with her back to the door, she slid it open and slipped outside, yet still he followed.

  “Don’t do this. I’m not sleeping with you, Mateo.”

  “You don’t have to sleep a wink if you don’t want to, but it’s time for another lesson in case you want to stay for next week’s seminars. They are about BDSM.”

  She swallowed hard around the lump in her throat and tripped over a small table, righting herself as she continued to elude him.

  “BDSM?” Her voice was hoarse with fear as well as desire.

  “Bondage, dominance, sadism, masochism.”

  “Oh, no you don’t! I’m not doing anything like that.”

  His grin widened, dark eyes filling with such heat she felt dizzy. Once again she banged up against something, this time a lounge chair. She was getting closer to the pool. Perhaps if she could run around the perimeter, she could make it to her room and lock herself inside so he couldn’t get at her.

  Her sheath tight and wet from the chase as her sexual need rose. She took a quick peek to her left to seek escape but screamed when he tackled her, taking them both into the pool with a big splash. Rae had only had enough time to suck in a quick breath before they submerged.

  A few seconds later he brought her to the surface and laughed as she tried to get away. Though she attempted to smack his face, he took both her wrists and held them above her head, pressing her lower back to the edge of the pool. Her breasts throbbed as he lowered his head and seized her lips, his fingers threaded through the wet strands of hair to hold her head in place.

  “You are all mine tonight, Nani. And a long, amazing night it’s going to be.” He’d murmured against her mouth and released her head, only to press her back farther until she couldn’t pull away. The heat of his hand burned against her skin as he slipped it beneath the sodden skirt and up her thigh.

  “I love it that you don’t wear underpants.”

  “You wouldn’t buy me any!” she cried as his finger slipped into her aching pussy. The muscles clenched around him as he groaned and inserted another, then another.

  “When I watched you dance, I knew you danced for me, only for me. I want you here and now, but we must wait. Think how good it will feel with my cock thrusting deep inside you until you are filled to capacity.”

  The images took her breath away, and she ceased her fight. Unable to argue that she’d danced for him, whether from jealousy or lust, she knew he was right. She was lost the moment he’d kissed her as his tongue slipped past her teeth and brought her to life, her ability to resist him gone.

  When his fingers left her, she moaned from the loss. The path his lips created at her neck down toward her breasts halted as soon as he reached for her top to remove it, and she pulled back yet further.

  “Don’t. Please, don’t take my dress off.”

  He stopped in place and lifted his head to stare down at her.

  “Why?”

  “I…I just don’t want you to.” She trembled in fear that he’d see her shame but found instant relief when he smiled and let her dress alone. An instant later her stomach flipped as he lifted his hand to show her the chain dangling from it.

  “What is that?”

  Though Rae knew it was one of his sex toys, she wasn’t sure what is was, but had a hunch it wasn’t going to help her resist him.

  His low chuckle sent shivers through her.

  “Pleasure is pain, pain is pleasure.”

  “No!” she cried and renewed her struggle.

  Chapter 8:

  The Love Shark Circles

  The fight Rae put up was a waste of energy as Mateo pressed his hard body against her to hold her in place. She gasped when he attached a clamp to her nipple right through the material of her dress then did the same to the other. With a quick yank, he discarded the grass skirt and threw it on the deck, his hard groin pressing into her pelvis.

  “Oh, oh…ohhhh…what are you doing?” The pinch was hard, yet a fire burned within her belly as passion began to spin out of control.

  “These are nipple clamps, Nani. They will make you crave my cock like a vampire craves blood.”

  Her chest heaving from excitement, she moaned and tried to push him away once again, but he held fast.

  “No…such…thing as…vampires,” she hissed, crying out as he tugged gently on the chain and sent a myriad of sensation through her right down to her crotch.

  At her breast, he nibbled and nipped her sensitive skin until she writhed beneath him.

  “Tell me you want me, Rae.”

  This is it. He wants me to tell him I love him, and then it will be over. I can’t do it. I have to leave with my pride intact, even though my heart is lost. Inside, she cried out in pain as though it was already finished.

  She shook her head which made the clamps and chains shift, sending wild, erotic shocks through her body.

  Strong arms lifted her like a feather and sat her on the edge of the pool. When she tried to scoot away, he pulled her back and parted her dress, revealing her pussy to him. Barely able to breathe, she shuddered as he dropped his head and seized her nub, sucking and licking as though he tasted ambrosia.

  “Oh, God!” With a cry that sounded like a wildcat in heat, she sank her fingers into his hair and pulled his head closer yet.

  “Tell me you want me, Rae,” he repeated, lifting his eyes as he halted for a moment.

  “I c–can’t!”

  Her howl of agony when he teased her again left her panting, unable to catch her breath. As his tongue slipped inside her pussy, she went crazy, her hips jerking as he thrust it in and out again until she screamed, on the precipice of a powerful climax.

  Once again, he stopped his pl
ay and lifted his head.

  “Tell me!”

  Mindless with need, she shouted, “I want you, damn you to hell! I want you!”

  Rae kept her eyes closed so she wouldn’t see the satisfaction in his eyes. Mateo had better ideas and lifted her back into the water, thrusting up and into her, his chest rubbing back and forth on the chain until the pleasure and pain was too much to bear.

  The scream that ripped from her throat was caught in his mouth as he crushed her to his chest, the clamps pressing deep into her breasts. The ecstasy that roared through her at the feel of him pumping deep within her sent her spinning off into darkness as she climaxed harder than ever.

  When she returned to consciousness a moment later, she was still held in his arms in the pool, the cool water caressing her skin.

  “Are you all right, Rae?” he murmured against her neck.

  She’d dropped her forehead on his shoulder, weak from the experience.

  “Rae?”

  “I’m fine. Fine.”

  With a shift of his hips, she felt him still hard as steel within her and groaned, wanting more of him.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  She shook her head, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he began to move again. Her breasts ached, but at this point she didn’t know if it was pain or pleasure anymore. They had become one along with her desire for him.

  Harder and faster, he pounded into her as he filled her channel with his heat. Kittenish mewls were all she could offer as her arousal reached for the stars once again. Never had she felt such sensations, and she revelled in them. When his teeth sank into her shoulder, she threw her head back and accepted his seed with joy as he took her away once again until her shout of release met with his.

  Only the strength of his arms kept her from falling back on the terra cotta tiles on the deck. With gentle fingers, he removed the clamps and tossed the chain aside then lifted her in his arms. Though she curled in close, she came to her senses and hated herself for giving in to him once again.