“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I want that. I want that so badly.”
“Aidan’s going to fuck your arse, McKenzie.” Nick’s voice was barely more than a rasping breath. “Aidan’s going to bury that massive dick of his into your tight arse and I’m going to fill you with mine. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” she moaned, squirming on the dildo impaled in her sex. “Yes.”
Aidan’s cock throbbed. His ears roared. He withdrew the thick, glass length one last time, pinching her clit as he did so.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” McKenzie screamed.
Warm cream gushed from her pussy, coating his hand, his fingers. She clung to him, to Nick, making nonsensical noises as her climax detonated through her. It poured from her, turning the air to sweet musk, filling the room with the wet sounds of her release.
He thrust the dildo in once more, his balls full with need, his heart smashing in his chest, and then, unable to control himself any more, he pulled it free of her folds, threw it aside and swiped his drenched fingers from her pussy up to her anus. Spreading her wet pleasure to the tightest opening of her body.
“Lube?” He flicked Nick a harried look. He was coming undone here. He wouldn’t hold on much longer. He couldn’t—
Nick held up the tube, and Aidan couldn’t help but note the man had already removed the lid. He lifted his own hand and without a word, Nick squeezed some of the cool, thick liquid onto his fingers. Fingers that trembled when he applied the lubrication to his straining cock.
“Gonna try to take it slow, Mack.” He pressed his face to the side of her neck. “Gonna try.”
She shook her head, fisting her hand in the sweat-matted hair at his nape. “Don’t.”
The command was all it took to push him to the edge. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, dragged his thumb over its tip, painting his already lubricated flesh with his viscous precome, and then pressed it to McKenzie’s cream-slicked anus.
“Now, Aidan,” she gasped, trembling. “Now.”
He penetrated her tightness. One ring of muscle, the other, the other. Fighting to go slow. Almost losing. Almost.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” she cried, her spine arching, her nails digging into his scalp. “That feels so fucking good.”
“As will this,” Aidan heard Nick promise, a second before he saw the man shift his position slightly, his hips rolling upward.
And then Aidan felt Nick’s cock sink into McKenzie’s pussy. Felt Nick’s cock slide against his through the thin wall of McKenzie’s heat. And then all rational, cohesive thought deserted him and he became a creature of elemental pleasure.
McKenzie’s name falling from his lips.
McKenzie’s mind was consumed with utter and total rapture. She’d never ever experienced anything like it. She wasn’t an anal virgin, but nothing, nothing could have prepared her for the insanely amazing feel of Aidan’s and Nick’s erections sliding in and out of her at the same time.
Without words, they moved in perfect sync, Aidan penetrating her arse, stretching her to an exquisite burning point, while Nick withdrew from her pussy, the textured condom he wore grazing the inside of her most feminine walls. And then they would reverse their wonderfully torturous strokes and it would be Nick sinking into her heat as Aidan slowly withdrew almost free of her anus.
And then they would do it again. And again.
And, God help her, again.
She clung to them both, one fist knotted in the hair at Aidan’s nape, the other in Nick’s. The rock star’s elbow still supported her leg, still held her motionless between them—spreading her folds to accommodate his famous cock, balancing her for Aidan’s deep thrusts.
Moans and shallow pants filled the room—hers, Aidan’s, Nick’s. Behind her, Aidan rained a slew of hot kisses over her jaw, her cheek, her temple, his hands roaming her body as he did so, his strokes growing faster. She whimpered, the wicked sensation of his cock in her arse flooding her pussy with new, wet pleasure.
Before her, Nick dragged his free hand up her ribcage to capture her breast, his thumb rolling over her nipple until she gasped. A low chuckle slipped from him, the sound echoed by Aidan’s. If she didn’t know any better, she could believe them psychically linked. How else did they move so perfectly together to make her feel so…so…was there even a word to describe how she felt?
“Oh…” she breathed, the mounting pressure inside her very core growing heavier. Tighter. “I can’t…this is…”
Aidan captured her breast with one large hand, the friction of his callused fingers on her soft flesh making her whimper again. With Nick cupping one breast and Aidan massaging the other, their erections sliding in and out of her, their lips on her throat, her face…
“Just…” she begged, her pussy and arse constricting. “Oh, just…”
“Jesus, you feel so tight, babe.” Aidan groaned in her ear, pinching her nipple as the words flayed her senses. “So tight. So tight and so good.”
The last word left him in a drawn-out tremble, his cock pulsing inside her. Its massive girth stretched her anus and she let out a strangled cry. Only to have the sound captured by Nick’s seeking mouth.
“So good,” he growled against her lips before his tongue invaded her mouth again. His rhythm increased, each stroke of his cock into her pussy faster, deeper. The root of his cock rubbed her clit, sending shards of searing tension into her center.
The world began to spin, her mind incapable of comprehending the concentrated pleasure being wrought upon her body. Her eyes fluttered closed and she lolled her head back onto Aidan’s chest, her breath tearing from her thick throat in soft mews.
She was there. There. All it would take was one more…
Aidan’s tongue dipped into her ear as his rough fingers found her clit.
“Oh God!” She bucked, her orgasm detonating through her like a fireball. “Oh God, yes, yes!”
“Fuck, yes.” Nick’s groan raked over her a second before she felt his cock spasm. Rhythm deserted him, his thrusts into her sex becoming wild. Savage. He threw back his head, his spine arching, his cock grinding harder to her clit even as Aidan’s fingers rolled over the tiny button of flesh.
And then Aidan, too, was coming, his breaths ragged and barely restrained, his seed filling McKenzie’s arse in thick wads of pleasure. His hands dug into her hips, his thrusts frenetic. “Christ, Mack,” he choked out, “I didn’t…I never…”
But before the words could form, another orgasm slammed through McKenzie, followed by another. She cried out, all control of her body lost, all strength robbed of her muscles except those surrounding Aidan and Nick’s stabbing lengths, and soon, even that was too much and she gave herself over to absolute pleasure.
For a long moment, they stood still. Aidan’s heart slammed against her back, Nick’s thumped against her breast. The two men held her closely before, with a gentle shift of his arm, Nick released her leg from his elbow and allowed her foot to return to the floor. There was a moment of prickling heat as the blood rushed into her toes, the sensation adding to the waves of warmth radiating through her, and then she slumped against Nick’s chest. “Oh…” she began, her throat dry. “Wow.”
The singer chuckled at her highly eloquent, whispered exclamation. “Well, that’s one word I would use.”
“Amazing,” Aidan murmured, his lips pressed to the back of her neck. “That’s the word this poor firefighter is going to use.”
“Yeah.” Nick laughed again, his hips shifting just enough to let his spent shaft slip from McKenzie’s still-throbbing sex. “I’d agree with that one too.”
He took a step backward, giving McKenzie a slow smile. “Don’t move.”
She gave him a weak snort, letting her weight rest against Aidan’s solid form. “Are you kidding? I don’t think I can.”
Aidan smoothed his arms more snuggly around her body, his hands—with almost hesitant uncertainty—skimming over the underside of her breasts. “I’ve got you, babe.”
McKenzie’s heart fluttered. Yes, he did. On so many levels. Levels she didn’t imagine possible only six hours ago.
Nick studied them both, his sharp grey eyes unreadable in the suite’s dimming light—where had the day gone?—before he turned on his heel and disappeared into the bathroom.
McKenzie closed her eyes, content to stand against Aidan’s hardness. The fading beat of her orgasm—don’t you mean orgasms, Wood?—still constricted the inner muscles of her sex, sending soft pulses of delicious pleasure to her brain. The tops of her thighs were slicked wet with the sticky juices of her climax, a wholly carnal aftermath of sex she’d never enjoyed until this very moment.
“Did I hurt you?”
Aidan’s low murmur in her ear made her turn her head and she raised her eyebrows at him. “Yes.” She smiled, touching her fingertips to his bunched jaw. “And it felt so so good so don’t you dare say sorry.”
“That’s twice you’ve told me not to apologize to you today.” He narrowed his eyes. “If you keep this up I’m going to think I’ve been too nice to you all these years.”
She laughed, the vibration working its way through her body, reminding her he was still buried in her arse. The realization sent a wicked little shiver through her, pinching her nipples tight.
God, I’ve become an Aidan addict.
Her heart beat quicker at the notion. She had. It felt…right.
“Okay.” Nick’s deep voice rumbled before her and she turned her attention back to the singer, but not before seeing an ambiguous tension pass over Aidan’s face.
Something warm and moist stroked at the junction of her thighs and she blinked, more than a little surprised to discover Nick was wiping her sex clean. “Turn around and give the firefighter a kiss, McKenzie,” he ordered.
She grinned. “Yes, sir.”
She twisted in Aidan’s embrace, the friction of his shaft sliding from her anus making her moan. A moan echoed by Aidan as she raised herself up on to tiptoe and lifted her face to him. “Kiss me, Rog—”
The rest of his name was cut off by his lips claiming hers, his tongue dipping into her mouth as Nick briskly, albeit gently, cleaned her backside with the washcloth.
Chapter Six
“Now, I don’t know if either of you have noticed,” Nick said behind McKenzie, and it took Aidan a second to realize he had finished tending to her hygienic cleanliness, “but we missed lunch. May I suggest we sojourn to my bungalow for a quick supper before picking this up where we left off?”
With far more reluctance than he expected, Aidan broke off his exploration of McKenzie’s lips. He wanted to taste them again. He couldn’t seem to get enough of their soft warmth moving under his.
He looked down into her face, wondering what she would say, what Nick would say if he was to announce he was quite satisfied feasting on McKenzie’s kisses.
What would they both say if you told them you didn’t want to go anywhere at all? Not even to the big party at Bar Evoke tonight? That you quite cheerfully would stay here with McKenzie. Just McKenzie, forever?
McKenzie stared at him. As if waiting for him to say something.
“Sounds great,” he blurted out.
Idiot.
Before he could take it back, Nick nodded and scooped his discarded clothes up from the floor. “I’m performing tonight at Evoke.” The rock star shoved his long legs into his jeans. “But there’s still something we need to do before then.”
Aidan’s heart thumped a little harder.
A quiet stillness seemed to claim McKenzie as she turned to face the singer. “What’s that?”
Nick gave her a wide smile. “Where would the fun be in me telling you that?” He snatched up his boots and slung them over his shoulder, stuffing his T-shirt into the back pocket of his snug jeans, leaving his upper body bare. To Aidan, he’d never appeared more the sexual celebrity.
With another smile and a nod to Aidan, he was gone, humming the song Aidan knew was unfolding in his soul softly as he went.
“Bloody celebrities,” McKenzie muttered, disengaging herself from Aidan’s arms. She padded on bare feet over to her own clothes lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. “Think the world bows down to their every whim.”
Retrieving his own clothes from their scattered locations, Aidan forced a jovial chuckle from his chest. “Kinda getting the feeling we just did, Mack.”
She didn’t answer him. Instead, she yanked her T-shirt over her head and thrust her legs into her cutoff white denim shorts, shorts, Aidan couldn’t deny, that had always driven him to distraction
“Aidan?” McKenzie lifted her attention from her fly, giving him a curious glance over her shoulder.
He grinned, zipping his fly up. “Yes?”
“Why did you finally decide to show me how you felt?”
The question wasn’t what he was expecting. He blinked, a heavy knot rolling in his gut. How did he answer this?
His hesitation must have been enough to trigger McKenzie’s suspicious journalist’s mind. Eyes narrowing, she turned to face him, crossing her arms over her breasts, her expression part expectant, part impatient. “Well?”
Aidan swallowed, a tornado of colors and sound and smells assaulting him—greys and blacks, the pop and hiss of incinerating wood, the stench of burning flesh… If it hadn’t been for his sheer strength and a fellow firefighter…
He let out a sigh, knowing exactly how McKenzie was going to react. “I almost died in the fire that destroyed the Newcastle Town Hall.”
Her face drained of color. “You what?”
The words burst from her in a choked whisper, her eyes growing wide.
“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to—”
“If you say worry—” she cut him off, her arms dropping from her chest, her eyes thunderous, “—I will smack the shit out of you.”
Aidan chuckled, a wry laugh he knew was going to piss her off even more. “Okay.” He reached for his shirt where it hung perilously from the edge of the suite’s writing desk. “I didn’t want you to freak out, how’s that?”
McKenzie slumped onto the foot of the bed, as if his statement had robbed her body of its strength. She shook her head, her stare locked on his face, her eyebrows pulling into a deep frown. Or was it a scowl? “Details. I want details. Now.”
Letting out a sigh, Aidan slipped one arm and then the other into his shirt, shucking it over his head and down his torso. “There isn’t much to tell you, Mack.” He walked over to her, stopping a mere inch before her bent knees and lowering himself into a crouch. “A support beam collapsed while I was underneath it. For a while, I was wearing the second floor as a hat. It crushed the airways on my gear and I was breathing nothing but smoke until I passed out. Beaso found me under the rubble and pulled me out.” He shrugged. “As far as onsite accidents go, it was pretty uneventful.”
The thunder in her eyes grew angrier. “Uneventful?”
Aidan released another sigh, smoothing his hands up the tops of her thighs. Her muscles tensed under his palms and she pulled her legs away from his touch, glaring at him.
Uh-oh.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, and his chest tightened at the controlled anger in her voice. “Is that why I couldn’t get in contact with you for those four days?” Her jaw bunched. “Those four days you told me you were on a training run up the coast?”
He didn’t answer.
She stared at him. “You were in hospital?”
Jesus, Rogers. Probably should have told her before now.
The anger in her eyes turned seismic. And icy. She stood, the abrupt move sending him tumbling backward. He landed on his arse, his elbows hitting the floor a second before she stepped over him and stormed across the room.
“You were in hospital, almost dead, and you didn’t tell me?” Her voice cracked on the word me. “You were in fucking hospital and you didn’t tell me?”
He scrambled to his feet, watching her pace back and forth in a shor
t line in front of the suite’s large flat-screen television. Yeah, he probably should have told her before now.
She spun to him, fists clenched, fury etching her face. “You selfish prick,” she snarled, striding back to him again. “What did you think I’d do? Cry on your chest and beg God not to take you?” She stopped directly before him, chin tilted upward, glare firmly in place. “Go all weepy and wussy and burst into—”
She burst into tears. Just like that.
“Hey!” Aidan was shocked. No, more than shocked. Stunned. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Mack cry. Maybe when Lachlan Wilson called her a “frigid bitch” when she wouldn’t pay out at the school dance? How old were they when that happened? Sixteen? “Hey hey hey.”
He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her into his body. She fought him, trying to wriggle out of his embrace, still grumbling about him being a prick, stating quite firmly as she hiccupped around her tears that she hated him and wished she’d known he was in hospital so she could have come into his room and changed his chart to read “castration required”.
And in amongst all the bluster and foot stamping and repeated “God, I hate you, Rogers, I really hate you”, her struggle to escape his hold turned to her pressing herself closer to his body, her cheek resting on his chest, her arms circling his waist, the words “What if I’d lost you before I knew?” slipping from her in a soft sigh.
“Knew what?” he asked, his lips against the top of her head, her hair like cool silk on his warm face.
“About this?”
He closed his eyes, wanting to ask just what this meant. He loved her. He had no doubt of that. Unconditionally and unreservedly. But she had yet to utter the L-word and he didn’t want to push her, not after the way she’d just reacted to the revelation that he’d almost lost his life. Risking his life every day came with the whole firefighter job description, but risking McKenzie…?
He pulled a slow breath, taking the subtle scent of her—clean soap, fruity shampoo, musky perfume—into his very soul. Was what they’d just done here, on the island, more dangerous than what he did every workday?
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