Karibu Heat (Sequel to Kabana Heat)

by Titania Ladley

  “You bet, darlin’, he’s absolutely right.” Keefer had snuck up on her, too. She turned to see him kneeling on the other side of her chair. He took her right hand. “Everything’s good in every way. We three have nothing but happiness ahead of us.”

  Keefer’s hands felt like two strong bear paws rubbing her fingers and wrist and forearm, but it had the same effect on her libido as Jager’s gentler touch. Keefer gazed up at her, his eyes like sparkling onyx beneath the emerging light of dawn. The love and emotion she saw there wasn’t new like Jager’s. Rather, Keefer’s feelings for her had been there for years, but he’d cleverly hidden them from her out of worry that his bisexual secret would ruin their friendship.

  But just look at him! Wow, what a fine, manly specimen. Buff upper body, thick cock just now starting to rise, strong legs built for thrust power. She tangled her fingers in his long hair when the sea breeze blew it over his shoulders and revealed his beautiful inked art and dark, tight nipples.

  Jager got to his feet. “C’mon.”

  Keefer took the cue from Jager. He freed her hand from his hair and rose.

  The two tugged her from the chair and led her to the edge of the dock. The orange and pink blend of the rising sun left her breathless.

  “See that?” Jager asked, pointing eastward toward the picturesque sunrise.

  “It’s the beginning of our lives together,” Keefer said, holding his gaze to the horizon. “It’s what you can always remember when you think of our wedding day.”

  “W-what? Our wedding day?” she said in a squeaky voice.

  Jager chuckled. “Did you really think we’d book—courtesy of Mitch, Kiona and Kol, by the way—Karibu Resort’s Honeymoon Bay without getting married here?”

  Anjelee backed up and waved her hands. “Wai-wai-wai-wai-wait a sec. Mitch bought us this trip—and as a honeymoon?”

  “Sure.” Jager shrugged his shoulders. “For our private three-way wedding, and for our honeymoon. What, did you think we were coming here for a pretend wedding?”

  “W-well, no, I just thought we were renting out a suite that just so happened to’ve been used for weddings, but I thought we were using it just for its privacy.”

  Keefer gestured upshore. He shouted, “Good morning, Maja!”

  Maja? What was she doing here?

  “Morning, mon.” Maja maneuvered her loaded orange kayak against the dock pole and tossed the rope to Keefer. “Is our bride almost ready to get this cool wedding underway?”

  Keefer secured Maja’s boat. He grinned. “Look at her. What do you think? It’s just a matter of taking off the robe and we’re set.”

  “What?” Anjelee shrieked.

  “Our wedding, sweetheart,” Jager said with a sly tone as he slid her robe off, “is going to be a naked wedding right here on the pier.”

  Anjelee was stunned, and the robe fell unnoticed to the deck. She stared at Jager, her mouth agape. She slid her gaze to Keefer, and of course, Maja got her turn, too. She finally found her tongue and used it. “Are you all freaking kidding me?”

  A trio of headshakes, along with their dumbfoundedness had Anjelee, cackling, “Are you shitreous? Oh, my gawd, you’re all nothing but assmunches!”

  Keefer crossed his arms and leaned toward Jager. Under his breath, and without a request to do so, he translated, “‘No shit, are you serious?’ is the first one, and ‘assmunch’ means fool or idiot...although I could think of an alternative to that one.”

  Jager let out a barking laugh cut short by Anjelee’s withering stare. “What?” Jager’s face went pale. “Are you—are you mad that we set up a wedding?”

  She smiled, lifting the corners of her mouth slowly. The excitement and joy that seized her soul just couldn’t be contained. “No!” Her eyes went all wet and sappy. She shrieked and ran to them. They caught her together, one of her legs around Jager’s hip and the other around Keefer’s. “I’m soooo fookin’ elated I can’t think straight!”

  The grin between the two of them, as well as the giggle from Maja, and the rising ball of the sun, only fueled Anjelee’s ecstatic mood. She bounced up and down and swiveled her hips while the men prevented her from falling.

  “We’re gettin’ married—uh-huh, uh-huh. Yeah, we’re gettin’ married—damn straight, uh-huh. Yeah, we’re gettin’ married...”

  ~*~*~*~

  Maja tsked and shook her head. Her dreds swung out in a curtain around her face. “Mon, I said left hand green, not right hand yellow.”

  “You try...” Jager grunted and attempted to lift his left hand, “stretching your body...around this moose...of a man and see if you don’t...end up on yellow instead of green.”

  Maja planted a fist on her hip. She grinned. “Well, ain’t no doubt you’ve already done enough stretching around him to make it as easy as keylime pie. But they’re your rules. Your left hand doesn’t land on the same spot that Keefer’s hand is on, then you don’t get to put the ring on his finger, mon.”

  In her ass-up, inverted-V position, Anjelee took another peek under her armpit at Maja. The woman rolled her eyes and sighed. They’d better hurry. Maja was so ready to go back to the main resort, it wasn’t even funny.

  And Anjelee was so ready to get rid of her so they could be alone.

  “Ooh, guys...” Anjelee sang, trying to suppress a giggle. “Quit being pussies, or our Naked Twister Wedding is going to be cut short before the nuptials are complete.”

  Since she was so limber, it’d been easy for her to put their rings on their fingers—once the correct game color and hand had come up, at least. And she already had both of their rings on her left finger. First, Keefer had had a turn where his left hand had landed on the same red circle that her left hand had been on, so he’d placed the one-carat, gorgeous bling on her finger, kissed her while they both hung upside-down, then waited for Jager’s turn. Jager had also gotten lucky with a left-hand red—after about umpteen missed turns—placed an identical one-carat ring on her finger next to Keefer’s, and had kissed her so thoroughly, she’d nearly tumbled onto her ass and lost the game.

  The jerk.

  Now, she had Keefer’s and Jager’s wedding rings on her finger—she was going to have them soldered together when they got back to L.A.—so they just needed the men to exchange rings so Maja could leave and they could have a wild and passionate honeymoon.

  Karibu Resort’s Honeymoon Bay hut was so awesome how they’d built it on stilts surrounded by water in a private lagoon. What a special place for such a unique union of three.

  Anjelee glanced over to find Jager hunched over Keefer’s back. Both were buck-naked, of course, and the morning sun beat down on their muscled bodies. Her mouth watered. God, she was so going to frame this Twister game board and hang it on their wall in Jager’s Hawaii condo where they all lived now...the one where Mitch, Kiona and Kol had gotten married, and where Anjelee had taken those naughty pictures of them.

  “Whew, y’all look so hot,” Anjelee purred. “Would you just exchange the rings before I get so wet I slip right into the bay and drown?”

  Jager nipped at Keefer’s ear and ground his pelvis into Keefer’s butt. “You said it, wife, we’re all gonna ‘slip right in’ wherever we can find a place.”

  “Woo-wee!” Maja fanned herself with the spinner board. She threw her head back and chuckled. “You three crazy lovers don’t get this ceremony over with A.S.A.P., you just might have a fourth partner.”

  “There might’ve been a day I’d’ve taken you up on that, Maja, but not now.” Jager wound his legs and one arm around Keefer, as if to get him in a wrestling move, then reached for one of the rings set nearby on the game board.

  “Jag, damn it,” Keefer grunted. “You’re gonna break my fucking back.”

  Anjelee’s entire body trembled with fatigue. “Would you two just do it, already? I’m about to fall.”

  “With this ring, I, Jager Manning, pledge my lifetime commitment to you, Keefer Giles, along with our smoking-hot wife, Anjelee Mon
trose.” He huffed and stretched, but couldn’t quite reach Keefer’s hand on the opposite side. “Aw, the hell with it.”

  Jager tumbled off Keefer’s back, kneeled next to him and growled, “Get your ass up so I can put the damn ring on your finger.”

  Anjelee got the giggles. She collapsed to the Twister mat.

  Maja said, “Oh, no you don’t, mon, that’s cheating!”

  Keefer fell to his knees, his nude, bronzed body glistening with a sheen of sweat. He held out his left hand and Jager slid the diamond-studded, platinum band on his finger snug against the one Anjelee had placed there.

  Jager grinned. “Too damn bad, Maja. It’s our game. We can make up the rules as we go along.”

  “Yeah. Left hand green.” Keefer grabbed Jager’s hand and slapped it onto the correct Twister circle, then slid an identical ring onto Jager’s left finger next to the duplicate one from Anjelee.

  Anjelee squealed, threw her arms around their shoulders and drew them both in for a big, smacking kiss. “Sweet! We’re finally married.”

  “No kidding, thought the day would never get here,” Keefer said as he tugged Anjelee down to the edge of the Twister mat with him, and drew her across his chest. He motioned for Jager to lay with them.

  Jager stretched out next to Keefer, propped his head on his fist and kneaded Anjelee’s buttocks with his free hand. “Damn right, seemed like an eternity.”

  Keefer’s expression sobered. His eyes sparkled behind his sunglasses. He tucked a lock of her now all-blonde hair behind her ear. “No, what we three have ahead of us is an eternity. An eternity together of love, life, happiness...and some really hot sex.”

  “Ookay, that’s my cue to skedaddle. Congratulations, you three. Enjoy all the food, drinks and sex on the beach!” Maja waved and climbed down into the kayak tethered to a dock pole. She pushed off, waved again and paddled the boat along the beach toward the main hotel. Then she disappeared around the curve of the shore.

  At last they were alone and married…well, not legally, but in their hearts forever.

  “Finally. It’s time to seal the marriage,” Jager said, sliding his fingers between the tight cheeks of her rump. One fingertip traced the ring of her anus. “Mmm, you have such a great ass…”

  Her rectum involuntarily tightened. She knew what he meant, what he hinted at. In all their months together, and all the lovemaking they’d engaged in, she’d never allowed either of them to take her there. And they’d respected her wishes, doing nothing but light finger play, tongues exploring her—ah, that felt so good!—or even small anal toys, but never full penetration by either of them.

  She smiled to herself. Ha, she guessed she was an anal virgin. But not for long. She’d already decided on the flight here, even before she’d known they were going to get married, that she would give in on this trip.

  While heat melted through her ass and fused into her pussy, Keefer cradled her face in his hands and drew her lips down to his. The kiss proved dizzying, tasty and so passionate, that it made her stomach clench and her pussy dampen against his lower belly.

  Jager’s fingers probed further. He wedged his other hand between their bellies and found her female wetness. Keefer’s kiss deepened. He moved his hand down to her ass and brushed away Jager’s finger.

  That zing of three-way chemistry started its renewed cycle, just as it did every time they touched her. She squirmed and moaned, aware of the hardening rod beneath her.

  Against Keefer’s mouth, she said in a chastising tone, “Uh-uh-uh. Not yet.” She got up on all fours, climbed over Keefer’s chest and stood up. Bare feet padded over warm wood.

  And she dove into the cool, aqua water.

  Anjelee suppressed an underwater giggle. She heard a couple of muffled splashes behind her. Ah, they were after her. Her pulse leaped as her body shot like a missile through the shallow bay. Below her, she could see colorful tropical fish darting here and there. Her heart pounded faster. Her loins quickened and her ass tingled in anticipation.

  A hand brushed her foot. She squealed underwater when fingers closed around her ankle, flipped her over and jerked her in the opposite direction. She came up sputtering and giggling.

  “You little witch. What a pain in the ass you are.” Jager had a devilish grin on his face. His hair and lashes were spiked. The sun kissed every strand making them sparkle. The turquoise water reflected in his eyes giving the usual hazel orbs a green, marbly tint that left her breathless.

  “Ha-ha, then maybe you should use more lube.” She stuck out her tongue at him and kicked out of his hold. She dove underwater again, and swam as fast as she could, her pussy throbbing.

  Hunted. It was so arousing to be hunted by two gorgeous men—her husbands!—and to know what lay ahead for her.

  Her “virginity” would be taken.

  Cool water sluiced along her skin. She kicked faster, and used her arms to propel her forward. Seconds passed and still she swam free. She paused and glanced behind her. It was then that Keefer darted beneath her, wrapped his arms around her waist and surfaced like a submarine.

  He got his footing and dragged her up, her body plastered to his in rib-deep water. “You really think you can get away from us?”

  “You really think I want to?” She set her hand on his shoulder to steady herself, then slid her other hand between their bodies and closed her fist around his rock-hard cock. Her belly seemed to curl in on itself as she stroked him. His eyes rolled back in his head. He looked so hot, he practically dripped sex. His hair was slicked back in a soaked, blue-black curtain that fell past his wide shoulders. He moaned when she picked up the pace and used her thumb to play with the rounded head.

  “Damn it, woman, you’re wicked,” Keefer growled, his jaw clenched.

  She could sense Jager approaching somewhere behind her. The water stirred. Hands clamped her thighs and forced her legs open so that she stood in the shallow lagoon with her feet planted wide. Teeth grazed her ass cheeks and the air bubbles he released tickled her flesh. The fire built in her groin. She needed to be filled. Cherished. Loved.

  It seemed Jager read her thoughts. He continued to nip her buttocks while guiding her closer to Keefer. She heard Jager come up for a breath, then he went down again, and lifted her so her pussy capped the head of Keefer’s cock.

  Keefer groaned and wound his arms around her waist. His gaze held hers. She could hear the crash of the surf on the shore just outside the lagoon, and the squawk of seagulls overhead. The morning sun warmed her shoulders, while the water cooled her heated blood. In the periphery, the green of palms lined the ring of the bay and complimented the different blue shades of the Caribbean Sea. This place, right here where they’d pledged their lifetime commitments to each other, would always be paradise to her.

  Elation stirred in her soul. She would make sure that they came here every year on their anniversary.

  She clamped herself around Keefer’s big body and whispered, “I love you, Keefer. I love you both. I’m so happy.”

  “Ah, baby, you have no idea how long I’ve loved you.” He kissed her, deeply, passionately. At the same moment that Keefer’s tongue slid past her teeth, he pushed her down on his full erection and penetrated her pussy. She barely had time to gasp when Jager spread her ass cheeks and speared her tightened ring with his tongue.

  Her head dropped back and some animal sound she’d never heard herself make before, erupted from her throat. Her eyelids shuttered down. She locked her ankles behind Keefer’s hips, entwined her fingers behind his neck and leaned away from him to take a moment to absorb the bliss.

  Jager surfaced behind her. He kissed her neck and massaged her breasts. A coil of fire spilled into her pussy when he rolled both nipples between his fingertips. He rocked his hips and thrust his erection along the crevice of her buttocks, the front surface of his cock grazing over her anus, as he used the water as their lubrication. At first, her body’s reaction was to tense up at the hint of invasion. But Jager kept rubbing over t
hat sensitive hole, sending tingly sparks through to the front, where Keefer filled her.

  She turned to capture Jager’s mouth with hers. Then she switched to Keefer, back to Jager. It went on and on until she hungered for more, for something new and exciting. She wanted it all so badly—both of them inside her at the same time.

  “Now. Both of you,” she murmured between panting kisses. “I’m on fire. I need it. I want to take you both inside me at the same time.”

  “Mm, we know. We talked about it already. We could tell you were getting close to being ready.” Keefer pulled out and slid back into her juiciness. If he didn’t slow it down, she might come before Jager even got inside her.

  Jager cupped her jaw, turned her face and murmured against her mouth, “God, I’m so in love with you, Anj.”

  Love flooded her senses just as much as desire. Tears welled in her eyes. She held Jager’s stubbly jaw in the palm of her hand and said, “I love you, too. Both of you. You have no idea how thrilled I am to be your wife, Keef’s wife. I’m freaking nuts about this whole thing we’ve got going here.”

  “You have no idea, sweetheart, no idea how nuts we are about you,” Keefer said. He licked along her jaw, kissed the corner of her mouth. “Now, shh. I’m about to lose all control. Besides, like you said, it’s time…”

  Jager circled a finger around her anal ring. She tightened her ass muscles. “Relax,” he murmured in her ear, making her shiver with delicious need. “Just completely relax. Once you get used to it, you’re not going to believe the ecstasy you’ll feel.”

  She trusted him completely. Seeing the two of them pleasure one another in the same way over the months had been enough proof in itself. But the tingly sensations that shot through her groin when Jager slid his finger deep inside her, sealed the deal. He took his time and gently added another finger, then another, while Keefer slid in and out of her pussy and held her rear open for Jager.

  “That’s it, loosen up,” Jager whispered in her ear, while his fingers moved in and out of her, readying her opening. His free hand reached around and gave her breasts tender attention before shifting down to her clitoris.