by Jess Dee
Not one man.
Two!
She couldn’t think straight. Stopped trying. She simply felt. Josh’s hands. Ben’s kisses. Josh’s erection. Ben’s fingers.
“Remember who gave you this orgasm,” Josh whispered, so softly it might have been the whistle of the breeze. When he penetrated her with two fingers, time stood still.
One second she was aroused and aware, the next she was nothing more than a euphoric body, swept away on an exquisite tide of rhapsody. A tide that sent wave upon wave of rapture through her. Over her. Consumed her.
And she let it. Let it carry her away. Far, far away from choices she didn’t want to make.
If she was just a floating, rapturous being, then she needn’t choose. She could have them both.
Ben and Josh.
Josh and Ben.
Couldn’t she?
Chapter Eight
Josh adjusted his shorts as subtly as possible, hoping the other man wouldn’t notice the dire situation in which he found himself. Horny as fucking hell and no way to get his release.
No such luck. The soft sneer told Josh that Ben knew exactly what he was going through.
Christ, what had he done? Stripped Sienna in public? Finger-fucked her? And all while she kissed her dickhead fiancé?
Josh hated to admit it, but it was the damn kiss that had prompted him to finger Sienna in the first place. The damn kiss she’d shared with her ex that had given him the erection from hell. Watching Sienna kiss Ben had been a huge, freaking turn-on.
It shouldn’t have been. It should have made his cock shrivel up and die. It should have made him want her less. It hadn’t.
He needed to come, needed relief. Or he needed to pick a fight with the dickhead fiancé so he had something to concentrate other than the frustration.
No, he couldn’t do that. Not to Sienna. Sienna had stopped the fight Ben had tried to initiate. Pity. He’d have liked nothing more than to slam his fist into the dickhead’s face.
Sienna still shook with the force of her climax. Ben held her in his arms, supporting her, keeping her upright.
Josh stood behind her, uselessly.
Why was he standing there? Why didn’t he get the hell away from the couple? Leave them to sort out their differences and get on with their life together, like Ben wanted?
It would be the right thing to do. The gentlemanly thing to do.
Fuck that. Josh didn’t want to be a gentleman. For five years he’d stayed on the sidelines, never feeling worthy of Sienna. Now that he finally did, he couldn’t just give her up. He’d fought too hard to become the man he was today. Fighting was in his nature. And damn it, he was going to fight for the woman.
Something incredible had happened between him and Sienna today. Their years of wanting each other as kids had mysteriously translated into a recipe of instant compatibility as adults.
Compatibility? Hell. Never mind big fancy words. Josh was falling for her like a ton of bricks.
Josh couldn’t back down. He owed himself this opportunity. And she was worth fighting for.
He just couldn’t throw that first punch. He’d have to fight in other ways. More…genteel ways.
He bent down and patted the ground around Sienna’s feet, locating her thong. Kneeling behind her, he coaxed first her one ankle up and then the other, helping her to slip her underwear back on. He tugged the panties up the endless length of her legs and over her hips.
He shouldn’t do it—he knew he shouldn’t—but he couldn’t stop himself from swiping a finger over her naked pussy one more time, feeling her swollen, puffy lips.
She convulsed again, a kind of aftershock, and a fresh drop of her juice moistened his finger.
With a groan, Josh put the finger in his mouth and sucked it clean.
Fuck, she tasted incredible. Like blue gum honey and double thick cream.
If Ben hadn’t been there, Josh would have placed his mouth on her pussy and eaten her out, right then and there.
But Ben was there, so Josh adjusted the thong until it fit correctly, then pushed the hemline of her dress down until Sienna was once again properly dressed.
He straightened his legs, still standing behind her, but he kept his distance. If he brushed his dick against her ass, even once, he’d lose control and come in his damned pants.
Ben sneered at him again, then spoke to Sienna, murmuring in her ear in golden tones.
Yeah, he might be whispering, but Josh was close enough to hear every word, and the asshole had to know it.
“I love you, Si,” Ben said and closed his eyes.
Shit. Even Josh could identify the sincerity in his dulcet voice. Could hear the longing and the affection.
“I love you too, Ben C,” Sienna told him, her voice hoarse and roughened from her orgasm. Or could it be from her confession? “You know I do.”
The words stabbed straight into Josh’s heart, blinding him with pain.
“I miss you. So much. Miss talking to you. Holding you when we sleep. Making love to you. With you.” Ben cleared his throat. “What I wouldn’t do to strip you, right now, feel your naked skin against mine, your juices wetting my finger.” He groaned, a soft erotic sound that made Sienna shiver. “And my cock. I wanna be inside you, baby. So damn much, it hurts.”
Sienna gave a sexy whimper.
Jesus, Josh should not find Ben’s words arousing. He should not be imagining Ben inside Sienna. But he was, and the image made his shaft throb even harder.
What the hell? The dickhead had had eight years to put his cock in Sienna. Josh resented every day of every one of those eight years. Resented every time Ben had been inside her.
Resented? Hell, he fucking hated it. And yet here he was getting aroused at the thought. Fuckwit.
“I love watching you come, baby,” Ben said. “Love when you get excited like you just did. I wanna make you come again. Wanna spend the rest of your life making you come.”
Josh felt an overwhelming need to do exactly the same thing. Keep Sienna in his life always. Keep her happy. Keep her satisfied. Keep her coming, over and over again.
Him, not Ben.
No matter how goddamn much the idea of Ben fucking her turned him on, Josh wanted to be the only man making love to her.
Fuck this. He couldn’t let Ben win. Couldn’t let Sienna walk away when they’d barely had a chance to be together. He wasn’t ready to lose her—they’d only just found each other again.
With no thought of hesitation, he stepped in close, slid his finger beneath Sienna’s skirt and slipped it straight into her panties.
Her body welcomed the invasion with a jolt and a shudder. Not for a second did she tense or pull away. If anything, she relaxed almost instantly into his touch, twisting her hips once, enveloping his finger with her pussy.
As Ben continued to seduce her with his husky voice and romantic promises, Josh fingered Sienna until cream soaked her thong and her breath came in short gasps.
He fingered her while Ben urged her to return home. He fingered her while Ben spoke about wedding bells and fucking white picket fences. And he fingered her as Ben told her how much he fucking loved her.
He fingered her until Sienna was convulsing all over, coming on his hand, trapping his finger inside her, holding it there, refusing to surrender it to him. And when her pussy relaxed once again in post-orgasmic lethargy, he fingered her ass, gently. So damn gently, but it was all Sienna needed. Her climax was harder than before, and longer, and Josh wished to God it was his cock and not his finger inside her.
So focused was Josh on her orgasms, he failed to notice that Ben had quit talking. It was only when Sienna finally gasped for him to please stop that the silence permeated his concentration.
Josh glared at Ben. Ben glared at Josh.
Josh leaned forward, his gaze on Ben, his mouth at Sienna’s ear. “You ready to walk away from me, princess?”
Her response was instantaneous. “God, no!” And then her knees must have given way
because she simply crumpled.
Ben caught her, as he should have since he was holding her, and swung her up so her legs hung over one arm and her shoulders nestled into the other.
She sighed contentedly in his arms, and although jealousy struck deep in his gut, a smug satisfaction washed over Josh. He was the one who’d given her that contentedness.
“It seems we have a problem.” Ben sounded…sad? Dismayed? Determined? “A big problem. But,” he murmured, as if he didn’t want to say what he was about to, “I may just have a solution.”
Ben was a strategist at heart. Planning was his forte: setting goals and exploring different avenues to achieve those goals. Mapping out every possible course of action and every possible repercussion. It was what gave him the edge at work. Made him succeed time and time again.
Over the last three months, he’d had one primary goal: winning Sienna back. He’d done what he did in any complex situation. Examined the situation, assessed the shortcomings, outlined his goals and priorities, and then set his plan in motion.
Which was why after four weeks of heavy negotiation, Ben now stood at Sienna’s feet, begging her to come home. But he’d made a fatal error. He’d failed to take all the variables of their break-up into account. Ben hadn’t anticipated Sienna would meet another man this quickly.
Now he had no choice. He had to restrategize, and he had to do it on the spot, under pressure. And the worst part of all? Plan B had to include that other man.
Did he want to share Sienna with Josh? Fuck, no.
Did he want to lose her to him? Again, no.
But Sienna wasn’t letting go of Josh anytime soon. She’d made that perfectly clear. The only solution? Compromise. Work with Josh rather than risk losing the woman he loved.
Damn it, he could barely breathe as he looked at her. As he considered sharing her. Love for Sienna welled in his chest, constricting his lungs and his heartbeat.
She’d lost weight, felt different in his arms. But she still smelled like the woman he loved. Like roses in summer. Like a breath of fresh air. With her he felt like a whole man and not the hollow ghost he’d become after she left.
What kind of an idiot had he been letting her get away? How could he have been so involved with work that he’d failed to notice just how discontented Sienna had become?
He’d taken her for granted. Assumed she’d be there through thick and thin. Assumed, that like him, she was in it for life.
He’d failed to see that the life he’d promised her was not the life they were leading. He’d failed to see that while he flourished and grew in his job, she shriveled and faded in their home.
She’d tried to make it work. Begged him to spend time with her. Begged him to reduce his hours. Begged him for a holiday. A weekend. An evening. An hour.
He hadn’t given it to her. Any of it. Selfishly assuming she was as content as he.
Her graphic design business was thriving, therefore she should be thriving. Only she wasn’t. She was withering. Dying inside. And so was their relationship.
Coming home to Sienna at the end of every day was coming home to a little piece of heaven. Coming home to an empty flat was a vicious, cold shock that chilled Ben to the bone. Flayed him. Beat him senseless. Or maybe, finally beat some sense into him.
Life without Sienna was not a life worth living. She was his life, his everything. He needed her back. Needed her like he needed air.
The woman he loved had come to life tonight. Electrified the very air he breathed. Only she’d come to life at another man’s touch—or imagined touch—and the comprehension nearly brought him to his knees.
Sienna, coming for someone else. Sienna, orgasming with someone else. Sienna, moaning another man’s name.
Fuck, it hurt. Burned so bad, Ben knew there’d be scars.
But it didn’t change the fact that for the first time in almost a year, Sienna was the same wildfire she’d been before Ben had destroyed her happiness. And if Josh Whatever-his-name-was was responsible, so be it. Ben wasn’t above using him to get what he wanted: Sienna.
He’d had to do a quick recon and alteration of his strategy, but so be it.
Quietly and calmly, Ben outlined his plan.
Not so quietly or calmly, Sienna jumped out of his arms. She stood on her own two feet, her jaw hanging open in disbelief. “All three of us?” she squeaked.
Although every muscle in his body yelled at him not to, Ben nodded, answering Sienna’s question. “All three of us.”
“At the same time?” Another squeak.
“That depends. Are you going to let him—” use his name, show respect, “—Josh walk away just because I’ve come to the island?” Ben fervently prayed the answer would be yes but knew better.
Sienna studied Ben for a long moment before shaking her head. “No.”
“Then, yes,” Ben said serenely, although that was about the last thing he felt. Jealous, aroused, angry, frustrated, desperate… “At the same time.”
She must have reached out behind her to touch Josh, because the other man, who currently stood leaning against the bench, his butt resting on the side and his arms crossed over his chest, reached one hand out to her. “I’m right behind you, princess.”
Sienna’s shoulders seemed to lose their tension.
Christ, Josh spoke with such confidence, such composure, if Ben were Sienna he’d also feel reassured.
But he wasn’t Sienna. He was Sienna’s fiancé—damn it all, ex-fiancé—and he was facing her current lover. Ben didn’t know Josh, but he hated the guy. Hated him with a fierce repugnance that made bile rise in his throat. If he could hit him, he would. Without a second thought. Pound the crap out of him. But Sienna would despise him for it, and Sienna already despised him enough.
Her relaxation at Josh’s reassurance was exactly what Ben had considered when he’d made his absurd suggestion. The obvious attraction and comfort that flared between the woman he loved and a man he despised.
He shouldn’t be aroused, but thinking about Sienna between himself and Josh, both of them fucking her, had his skin tingling.
It wasn’t just about the threesome. It was about Sienna. About getting inside her again. Becoming a part of her again. Making her a part of him again.
It was about making love to her so he could make her love him again.
Damn it, he needed her love. Depended on it. He wasn’t the same without Sienna.
“Y-you’d be willing to share me?” Sienna’s voice quavered with emotion.
What was he hearing? Disbelief? Hurt? Shock? Excitement?
Yep, that about summed it up.
Ben braced his shoulders. “Forever? No.” No fucking way. “For a night? Yes.” For a night he could deal. He could enjoy—maybe. Most importantly he could convince Sienna Josh wasn’t right for her.
Ben was.
“I…” Her voice trailed off. She raised her free hand in the air, dropped it and shrugged helplessly.
“I know this is hard for you, Si,” Ben soothed. “I know you didn’t expect me to appear on the island.” He’d shocked the hell out of her, no doubt about it. “And I know you’re—” Shit, he couldn’t say it without almost choking. “I know you’re trying to move on. But please. Give us a chance. Give me a chance. Don’t throw away eight years without at least trying one more time.”
She gaped at him. “And my sleeping with you and Josh, at the same time, will be giving us a chance how, exactly?”
Fair enough question. “You like him. I can see that.” It made Ben want to kill the other man. Want to wrap his fingers around Josh’s neck and squeeze. Hard. “Asking you to give him up would probably make you hate me.”
He took a deep breath, tried his damndest to prevent Sienna from seeing how much his suggestion actually worried him. How threatened Josh made him feel. “I won’t ask that of you, Si. So this is an alternative. A good one. Take us both. Have us both. At the same time. Compare. See which of us makes you happier. Decide which of us you
want more. This way, you hold the power. It’ll be in your hands, completely. He…Josh and I will be at your mercy. We’ll do whatever you want.” He lowered his tone, keeping his voice husky, the way he knew always turned Sienna on. “We’ll fuck you however you want us to. We’ll make you come however many times you need to come.” Sienna came a lot. For her, foreplay and sex were never about chasing that one big climax. It was all about a series of small explosions. One quick orgasm followed by another and another and another. “We will cater to your every whim and fantasy, be whatever you want us to be, so you can make a decision.”
“That’s quite an offer you’re making on my behalf,” Josh said softly, dangerously.
Ben shifted his gaze from Sienna to Josh. The man looked…lethal.
Ben raised a brow. Legally, he couldn’t strangle the guy, but he could fight him on a different level. “You don’t want to cater to her every whim and fantasy?” he asked pleasantly.
“Are those Sienna’s whims and fantasies you’re talking about, or your own?” Josh asked, just as suavely.
“My fantasies of Sienna have never included a third wheel.” Ben gave him an agreeable smile. “My feelings for her, however, insist I consider it for the first time.”
“Your…feelings?” Josh prompted.
“I love her, she loves me.” No denying that. Josh would have heard her say it out loud just moments ago. “I won’t leave here without knowing I’ve done everything in my power to get her back.” He twisted his lips in a frown, couldn’t help himself. “But you’re not backing off either, and Sienna doesn’t want you to go anywhere.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Which leaves one, two, three of us,” Ben counted off on his fingers. “A threesome.”
“That’s assuming I want to have a threesome with you,” Josh said, just as dangerously as before.
Screw the gentleman act. “Mate, you had your dick buried against my fiancée’s naked ass, while she kissed me. You and I both know that had Sienna given you the okay, you would have buried it inside her ass without a second thought. So don’t feed me your crap about me and threesomes.”
Sienna moaned softly between them.