She nodded, feeling the tension in his grip, seeing it as clear as the sky in his ribbed muscles. Her gaze slid down his sculpted chest, across taut abs to his engorged manhood. Holy foley, the man’s cock was as big as Jager’s. With partial Hispanic blood coursing through his veins, it was naturally tanned, but the shade had deepened in the week they’d been here at the resort. The mushroomed head gleamed full and purplish in the sun, and a delicious-looking vein ran down the length of the shaft until it disappeared in the swollen mass of his balls. She licked her lips, wondering what it would feel like to lick him from his scrotum to the rounded tip. Her mouth watered. Mmm, and what would it taste like?
“Anj.”
“Huh?” She snapped her gaze back up to meet his, and even behind the lenses of his glasses, she could see the passion smoldering there.
“I’m going to say it again. I love you. I always have. I just…” His words trailed off. His gaze flitted over her shoulder and fixed somewhere on the beach behind her. He lay back down and folded his arms behind his head, breaking the brief spark of electricity between them.
She flicked her wrist and gave him a light finger-slap on his biceps. “Keefer, damn it. Talk to me. What’s going on? You just what?”
His kissable mouth curved up in a faint smile. His dark eyes twinkled behind the glasses as he stared up into nothingness. “You’re so impatient, you just can’t seem to ask one question at a time, can you, sweetheart? But I still love it.”
“Uh, Keef, darling ol’ dear, you’re kind of scaring me. Suddenly, there’s all this lovey crap I don’t quite know what to do with. Before we came to Karibu, I couldn’t even get you to look at me in a sexual way, and now you’re touching my tits and even asking me to make love with you right here and now in front of everyone? And more boggling than that, you even like my impatience—which you used to hate, by the way. What the hell?”
“Love. I said I loved your impatience.” He grinned ruefully, his white teeth flashing beneath the sun. “Even though it irks the shit out of me.”
She glared at him.
He cleared his throat and returned to that sexy, side-lying, head-propped position he’d been in before. “Lay down.”
“Nope.” She crossed her arms and thrust her breasts up to emphasize her stubbornness—no, to punish him for putting her through all these stupid-ass, confusing head games.
“I said lay down, goddamn it.” He tugged on her arm until her backside crashed onto the raft. “I want to explain, and I prefer you in a neutral position so I don’t suddenly find myself being tossed overboard.”
“Ha. Like little freaking ol’ me can toss big freaking ol’ you into the ocean just like that.” She snapped her fingers and re-crossed her arms.
Her gaze settled out to sea where dark clouds churned on the horizon. She wouldn’t look at him, she wouldn’t. Not yet anyway. With his cock still hard and his fit body so near, she couldn’t afford the emotional rollercoaster of it. She loved Keefer, and she always had even though he’d never once responded to her overt attempts to express her true feelings. No way she’d take any chances at further rejection until she understood just what was going on here. Yeah, he propositioned her yesterday in their room during that “plan to make us all happy” crap after her accidental half-screw with Jager, but he hadn’t mentioned it since, so she’d assumed he’d reverted back to his old self and the game was off.
But maybe she was wrong…
He hooked a finger under her chin and turned her face toward him. “Hey.” Even through the shades, his dark eyes practically smoked with—what was it? Relief? Adoration? Excitement? Or maybe a mixture of all of the above. Whatever it was, it made her heart flutter in some sort of tickly rhythm behind her breastbone that proved harder than heck to control.
She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. “What?”
“I’m so sorry, babe, that I couldn’t bring myself to tell you I’m bisexual. Not until I saw you with him yesterday.” He cupped her cheek, leaned in and brushed his lips across hers before sealing their mouths together in a wicked, pussy-wetting yet brief romantic encounter. She held her breath and etched every nuance of their first kiss in her brain, and basked in the soft moistness of his mouth and fruity flavor on her tongue.
And wow, gods and all the frigging saints, he felt and tasted so much better in real life than in dreams.
“I’ve needed…” He glanced briefly away then returned his gaze to hers. By that one look, he held her captive there in Karibu’s Caribbean bay like a pirate threatening to snatch a treasure right from her arms. “Please understand I just didn’t want to hurt you. I knew I needed both a woman and a man in my life—a woman and man committed to a serious ménage relationship. All three. Together.”
“So you figured I wasn’t that woman.”
“I didn’t think you’d go for it, even after our brief talk yesterday and the plan I mentioned to snare him in our trap and make him forget whatever it is that you’ve done wrong in his eyes. Look, it’s simple. I didn’t want to lose you. And I…I was afraid.”
Her hopes soared and her long-frozen heart started to thaw. The cold chill that’d been protecting her soul from this man slowly heated up. It drained from her tight chest into her womb in a warm spill of desire. Crapsakes alive, he loved her, he truly did. But all along he’d needed her to accept him as he was while also allowing a bisexual man into their relationship. Her mind rewound to that night months ago in Kabana, Hawaii, when she’d been on that roof photographing that hot threesome between Mitch Wulfrum, his new wife, and their “husband”. Witnessing the three making wild, shocking love in the bubbling Jacuzzi tub in every position and combination thinkable, had proved highly arousing. Not to mention she’d totally surprised herself when she’d realized that she actually found the man-on-man stuff to be just as sexy and exciting as watching a man and woman having sex in a porno movie.
And now Keefer admitted to wanting the same thing Wulfrum had, the same sort of relationship she’d been blackmailing the movie star over.
Anjelee shrugged off a pang of guilt. She’d done what she had to for her family, and because Wulfrum’s family owed it to hers whether Wulfrum knew it or not…
Actually, she had no idea if Wulfrum knew her family secrets.
Well, if he didn’t, she sure as shit wasn’t going to be the one to tell him. She’d promised her mother she’d keep their family skeletons in the damn closet forever, and carry it right to her grave. Keefer knew a vague overview of her sister Ali’s illness, though not the scary details. He also knew a minimized version of their financial situation, but Anjelee still refused to reveal her mother Vivien’s most personal secret, one that would shock the entire world if it ever got out.
But here was a whole new opportunity being dangled before her, and whether she was being a hypocrite or not, she was entitled to have love and happiness in her life. She knew, due to the legal predicament she’d gotten tangled up in, that Jager could never be the right man. But still, his tempting image floated in the periphery of her mind, so close she could almost touch him. The graphic memory of his cock plunging into her yesterday when they’d accidentally fallen on the bed, then realized that Keefer had been watching them, it was a light-bulb moment she’d had to try to extinguish.
No, Jager wasn’t the right man, despite Keefer’s brilliant plan, and regardless of the obvious attraction both she and Keefer had for him.
But maybe someone else out there was the right one for them…?
“What were you afraid of?” Anjelee finally asked.
Keefer drew off the sunglasses and stared into her eyes. “Of you not wanting what I knew I needed in my life. And of losing you.”
“Oh, Keef…” She combed her fingers through his long, wet hair, memorizing the feel of his bare, strong chest against hers. The strength he exuded was so in contrast to the vulnerable look in his eyes. “I might be difficult to deal with at times, but I would never let go of your friendship. I need you. You’
re my rock in all the craziness going on in my life and in my family. You know nothing could ever chase me away. Nothing.”
“But I had a secret, Anj, one I regret not sharing with you until I was forced to, until I saw you with him and it all came to a head. Now that it’s out, I’m going to ask you a favor.” He donned the glasses again and slid his hand across her hips, then he dragged her close so that she shifted onto her side and spooned into him while they both faced the shore.
“A favor?” she asked, locking her gaze onto his over her shoulder.
“Mmm, see over there?” Keefer reached down and, from behind, gently guided his long cock between the backs of her closed legs. She jolted at first, but then she looked down and saw the head emerge just below her upper thighs and pussy lips. Any resistance she’d clung to, vanished instantly. A zap of desire shot through her core, and a trickle of her juices escaped her vagina. It dribbled onto his thrusting shaft. “See him? Do you see Jager there on the lounge chair, on the beach watching us?”
Though she could barely keep her eyes open at the sudden passion seizing her, she forced her gaze to search the shore. It didn’t take long to find him where she’d sensed all along he’d been. He had one arm propped arrogantly behind his head, the V of his bronzed, fit torso tapering down to narrow hips. His right leg was propped up, the left bent slightly on the chair so that she could easily see his groin area. His other hand rested on his pelvic bone, and she dragged in a ragged gasp at the sight of his erection and the single thumb he lazily stroked up and down its length. He wore shades over eyes that she knew watched them, and a shiver racked her body when he licked his lips and closed his hand around the circumference of his male bulk.
Taunting her. He was taunting her intentionally, the bastard. Why, she didn’t know. He’d made it clear he was here for one thing, and it didn’t include romance or sex, but rather jail for her.
Still, he looked good. Damn good.
“Y-yes, I s-see him.” God, she couldn’t breathe. Could barely talk.
Keefer’s panting came ragged in her ear. “I want to be with you, Anj, as lovers, but I’m going to ask you—no, beg you—to please allow him to be with us. At least while we’re here. Seeing you two together, then the excitement in both of your eyes when you saw me…wow, so fucking sexy.”
His words were a powerful aphrodisiac. The heat of rising desire singed her womb. “Mmm, yes, yes, it was.”
Encouraged by her acceptance, he moved his hips faster behind her, fucking her between the legs without entering her. Each time he pushed himself deeper, his cock dragged over the slickness of her outer pussy lips and clitoris. He slipped his lower arm under her head and the other around to close over her breasts. He tweaked, pinched and cradled them until she thought she’d die from heat exhaustion, yet he hadn’t even entered her yet. He kissed and nipped at her neck, her ear, her shoulder, while Jager visually kissed her from across the bay with his hot gaze. She’d never in all her life experienced such a blazing-hot sexual encounter. Her heart raced so out of control, if she didn’t know better, she’d think she was having a coronary attack.
Phew.
Okay, summary time.
So, Keefer loves me.
And wants to have sex with me right now, right here on the raft.
But he’s bisexual and needs a man in our relationship, too, so he’s begging me for my approval to include Jager, at least temporarily while we’re in Karibu.
Meanwhile, Jager’s over there watching Keefer slide his cock between my—
Keefer slipped inside her. He groaned and clutched her against his perspiring chest. She cried out. Her eyes clamped shut and she gripped his hand, sure she’d drown if she didn’t get control of herself. His cock fit perfectly inside her. It grazed her g-spot with precision until she thought she’d die with the amazing sensations bombarding her libido. Then she opened her eyes and saw Jager leap off his chair. He stood there on the beach, hands on hips with a raging erection, surf lapping at his feet, watching, wondering, she was sure, if or when Keefer would enter her.
Correction. Jager knows. By the look on his face, I know he knows Keefer’s actually inside me now.
Oh, my freaking gosh, this is unreal.
“Do you see him? He’s watching us,” Keefer rasped, thrusting into her from behind, harder, faster, deeper. “He wants us. He wants to be with us both. At the same time. Please say yes, babe, please.”
She reached an arm behind her and hooked it around his neck for leverage. If she didn’t, she feared his rough movements might send her tumbling right off the raft and into the ocean. “Yes, I see him. And you know I love you, too. I’d do anything for you. So if that’s what you really want, I’ll…I’ll think about it.”
His hand inched upward. It skimmed between her breasts before closing over her jaw. He turned her head until he could look directly into her eyes. The fire there singed her soul. It took her to places inside her buried hopes and dreams she never thought possible. Even through the shades, she could see the love and desperate need pouring out of him. Why hadn’t she seen the love before? Had she subconsciously ignored it? Or had he hidden it that well? Had he truly been that afraid of losing her friendship?
“Thank you, Anj, thank you. You have no idea how happy you’ve just made me. I love you. I love you with all my soul. Always have.” He kissed her deeply, thoroughly, until tears stung her eyes. The wonder of it, of tears of joy combined with the feel of him finally inside her after so many years of wanting him, it was brain-boggling, like a thirsty nomad in the desert at last finding that oasis and sucking down lifesaving water. He drew back from the kiss and gave her a adoring stare. His scrutiny didn’t leave hers even as skin slapped against skin and he picked up the pace, pounding into her with quick, short strokes.
After a long, intense minute of being thoroughly ravished by him, he hissed in a breath, his nostrils flaring. “I’m about to explode already. Come with me, darling. Now.”
She didn’t have to speak and request that one little bit of extra stimulation that would push her over the edge. He trailed his hand down her quivering belly until he found her swollen clitoris. To say he knew how to pleasure a woman was a total understatement. His finger moved in just the right dance, now and then lightly brushing over her sensitive piercing and nearly making her come. His touch alternated feathery light strokes with circular motions at first, then he increased the pressure with each passing second until she nearly came out of her skin. She’d been close already, but with that final motion, the orgasm took root and began to bloom.
She stiffened and braced herself for its onslaught.
He growled in her ear, “Come on, babe, let go. I’m almost there, and I know you are, too. Scream it out with me so he hears us. Look at him. Let’s make him want us both, together. Let’s—ah.”
While Keefer jolted behind her, her gaze found Jager’s from across the short distance. He’d removed his sunglasses, and she could see the fire of passion blazing in his eyes as he watched them with rapt interest and apparent jealousy. Every muscle in his athletic body tensed, every droplet of moisture glistened in the high-noon sun. He shoved a hand through his hair leaving it spikey, making her crazy with desire for him.
Then she slowly lowered her perusal back to Jager’s hard cock. It was beautiful, just what she needed to hurl her into that final, body-racking release. Ecstasy moved through her system in an irresistible rush, seizing every cell in her body, steeping her in a level of depraved pleasure she’d yet to experience in her entire thirty-one years. Her inner walls convulsed and moistened around Keefer’s rod making him pulse and spill his hot seed inside her. The warmth of his large body behind her, his strong arms during his own release holding her tightly as if he’d never let her go, all combined with the perfection of Jager’s body and the tension emitting from him, it was the final stimulus that forced the moaning song from her pursed lips.
The balmy breeze whipped across their entwined bodies as Anjelee fluttered back
to Earth. She’d wanted Keefer for so long, and now she had him.
Aw, hell, she might as well admit it.
She also wanted Jager.
And she would have him, with Keefer’s enthusiastic blessing.
She was going to have a threesome with Keefer and Jager.
Whoa, did she ever need some air. Or rather, she needed some more sex. She grinned wickedly.
With her eyes boring into Jager’s, she squeezed her muscles around Keefer’s cock and purred, “I don’t have to think about it anymore. It’s on. He’s ours.”
Keefer chuckled before releasing a long sigh. He kissed her neck with warm nips and licks. His gaze fell upon Jager on the beach as he did so. “As if you really had to think about it.”
She shot him a withering look. “Keefer, don’t be an ass.”
“Well, look at him. How can anyone resist that flawless body and handsome face? It’s enough to turn any straight man gay, or at least bi.”
“Hmm,” was all she could say. She returned her inspection to Jager just in time to see him spin on his heel and snatch up his towel from the chair. He turned his tight gluts on them and marched toward the hotel.
It was the first time since arriving at Karibu Resort that he’d walked away from her instead of trailing her every move. And it was the first time since meeting him that, rather than run from him, she could confess that she longed to launch herself into his arms, kiss him silly and beg him to forget what she’d done to his precious client, box-office movie star Mitch Wulfrum.
Chapter Five
It wasn’t long before she changed her mind and went back to her old ways. All it took was for her to shake off the overpowering drug of sex and remember Jager’s sole purpose for being here on Karibu Island: To see her behind bars.
She was scared shitless of that man.
And damn it, she had good reason. Jager was there every step of the way, determined to see his plan executed no matter how much it seemed to have turned him on to watch her and Keefer have sex. If she went to the pool, he went too, lounging across the water from her, watching her behind a Hollywood gossip magazine and dark sunglasses. If she headed to the gym, there he hovered again, her fucking shadow, working out right along beside her, sweating and grunting while lifting massive amounts of weights. When she and Keefer ventured to the terrace dining area for meals, Jager appeared. The jerk would sit a few tables away, sipping iced tea and sneaking looks at her over his Jamaican newspaper. If she took a walk along the nude beach, there he appeared tagging right along behind her. And apparently, after sunning nude while watching them make love on the raft, he’d gotten over his modesty—he’d now begun strolling nonchalantly behind her as naked as the fish in the sea, that impressive cock of his bouncing and aimed at her like one of those Y-shaped sticks used to locate water.
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