by Calista Fox
She waved a dismissive hand toward Vin. Told Rogen, “We took a trip to Tijuana with Scarlet and Bay—and, yes, Jonathan. After I turned eighteen. Got completely trashed and learned how to salsa dance. Maybe lambada, too, but at that point everything was a bit fuzzy.”
Rogen gave her a sexy grin. “I bet you set the dance floor on fire.”
“Not sure,” she said with a little shake of her head. “I only remember bits and pieces of that night. But—” She returned her gaze to Vin. Insisted, “You did dance.”
“Muy loco,” Vin quipped as he swirled a finger in the air, close to his temple. “She has no idea what she’s talking about. It’s the tequila.”
Jewel reached for a packet of Wet-Naps and cleaned her hands. Then she thrust a packet toward Vin. “Tidy up there, my friend. Because we’re going to show these people how it’s done.”
She pushed her chair back and stood. A wee bit wobbly, but she was wearing flat thongs, so she felt stable enough to dirty up the dance floor with Vin. Who never backed down from a challenge or a dare. He set aside his used Wet-Nap and got to his feet.
“You just can’t fight the saucy,” he said to Rogen. “Why even try?” Then he took Jewel’s hand and led her to the sand-covered railroad ties.
The dance floor was packed. The music was lively. Colorful bulbs were strung along the edges of the thatched roof and wrapped around the trunks that formed the frame of the structure. It’d been forever and a day since Jewel had fallen into a perfect rhythm with a man in a sexy dance—that man being Vin.
For all his brooding and edginess, Vin’s moves were fluid and sensual. His hips swayed with hers. His hand rested gingerly at the dip of her waist, to guide her if he so chose. Their gazes locked. Her pulse beat in time with the music.
At that very moment, it didn’t matter that they’d fucked up their past. It didn’t matter that they’d been too prideful or foolish or whatever to confront each other.
The closer they inched toward each other, the hotter the air turned between them, the more fiery the mood became. That was all that mattered.
Vin’s hypnotic green eyes glimmered with lust.
Excitement shimmied down Jewel’s spine.
Their bodies touched. Gyrated in time to the passionate tune. Vin’s hand shifted to the small of her back, pressing her to him. His powerful thigh was between her legs. Precisely where she wanted it.
She placed a hand on his biceps. Her other palm flattened over his cut abs, feeling every ripple of sinew as he moved with her.
“I guess I do know how to dance with you,” he said in a low, hungry tone.
Jewel’s breathing was scarce, but she managed to jest, “Sometimes you’re too obstinate for your own good.”
“I’ll give you that one. But,” he added as his emerald eyes radiated primal heat, “sometimes you’re too irresistible for your own good.”
A spark against her clit made it even more difficult to breathe. Yet she didn’t lose her footing with Vin holding her steady. “I don’t think so,” she told him. “I had to convince you to play along last night, didn’t I?”
“No.” He gave a quick shake of his head. “You only had to seduce me. Which you do so, so well. So easily.”
She smiled up at him. “A man like you doesn’t get seduced, Vin. He already knows what he wants. Just needs to decide if he chooses to take it.”
He let out a sexy groan that lit her up. His body was hard against hers. The humidity and close physical contact had her skin glistening and her pussy aching for him. For Rogen, too.
Jewel stepped out of Vin’s embrace just long enough to grab Rogen by the arm at their table and say, “Salsa with us.”
“I have two left feet, sweetheart. And you know it.”
“This dance has nothing to do with feet—and everything to do with hips, heart, and soul.” She tugged a little harder. He stood, laughing softly. The shots were doing wonders for his mood, too.
“Don’t blame me when I trip all over you,” he said.
“You won’t.”
They joined Vin, whose eyes blazed when Jewel fell into step with the sensuous beat again.
Behind her, Rogen gripped her hips and followed along. Jewel backed up and ground her ass against his crotch. His head dipped and he suckled at her earlobe, sending a thrill down her spine.
The trio moved together, not necessarily in perfect harmony, but Jewel didn’t care. She was surrounded once more by their heat and virility and it did incredibly sinful things to her body. Her senses. Her libido.
One of her hands splayed over Vin’s hard chest. The other reached around to Rogen’s hip. Keeping both men glued to her. Exhilaration flared low in her belly and seeped through her veins, through every inch of her.
She, Vin, and Rogen nabbed a few sideways glances from those not on the dance floor, but this was Cabo, the tequila was flowing, and the sensuality of the threesome was neither out of the ordinary, nor did it faze anyone. If anything, what Jewel noted were envious stares from women who clearly wished to be in her place, wonderfully trapped between these two seriously hot alpha males.
Jewel felt damn lucky to be the one in this position. Her nipples tightened beneath her bikini top. The ache deep in her pussy was almost unbearable to not sate immediately, but she wasn’t done ratcheting the excitement amongst them. The sultry ambience, spicy music, and sexy salsa had her undulating between both men.
It was all fantastically intoxicating. She, Vin, and Rogen were melded together, and nothing else existed beyond the fire, the eroticism, the burning need.
“You’re making me so fucking hard,” Rogen murmured in her ear.
Jewel grinned. “I know. Vin, too. I can feel you both and it’s making me incredibly wet.”
Vin’s steel-muscled chest rubbed against her breasts, pebbling her nipples further. An enticing, prickly sensation. A soft moan fell from her parted lips.
His thigh wedged between hers again and she slowly rode it under the guise of the provocative dance. His head bent to hers and he whispered, “Come for us.”
She gasped. “Vin.”
“Yes,” Rogen added in a low tone, his warm breath on her neck, teasing her skin. He had one hand at the dip of her waist; the other covered her hand on his hip. Vin’s hands were also on her, at her sides, just below her breasts. His thumbs swept over the outer swells where they were exposed beyond her skimpy top. She tingled from head to toe.
There were many other scantily clad bodies crowding them and that added to her exhilaration. The trio didn’t need an excuse to be fused together, yet the more people who joined in the stimulating beat of drums and strumming of acoustic guitars provided the perfect pretext.
She stared into Vin’s gorgeous green eyes, glowing with desire.
Rogen said, “You’re trembling.”
“That’s because you’re both about to get your wish.”
Given her mesh sarong and bikini bottom, there just wasn’t enough of a barrier between Vin’s strong thigh and her pussy to lessen the sensation of him rubbing against her, stroking her clit, pushing her higher. His and Rogen’s hands on her body, Rogen’s lips skimming her throat, and Vin’s eyes flaring with need pushed her right to the brink.
“Jesus,” she muttered. “I am way too turned on by both of you.”
“Is there really such a thing?” Vin countered with a roguish look.
It was just the expression to send her over the edge.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, and ducked her head as the climax claimed her, stealing her breath. She clamped down on her lower lip to keep the throaty moan at bay. Her fingers curled into Vin’s shirt. Her grip on Rogen’s hip tightened.
Tremors ran through her, but the men had a firm hold on her. Jewel wasn’t sure if she missed a few steps or not, because the delicious heat rushing straight to her core commanded her full attention. In fact, it was a damn good thing Rogen and Vin were guiding her, as pure pleasure consumed her.
“Damn,” Rogen said o
n a sharp breath. “That’s hot, sweetheart.”
She peered up at Vin and said, “You are so very wicked.”
His grin was a bit strained from his own arousal. “I’m not the one who just had an orgasm on the dance floor.”
“You instigated it.” She gave him a quick kiss. Against his lips, she added, “And it felt fabulously forbidden. Please tell me you want to taste me now.”
The impish expression returned. “Hell, yes.”
He exchanged a look with Rogen over her head. Then Rogen stepped away. He took her hand. She took Vin’s. They left the throng of tangled bodies. Vin fished a hundred-dollar bill from his front pocket and pressed it into their server’s palm.
“We’ll take the bottle,” Vin said as he snatched the tequila from the table. “Muchas gracias.”
“Adiós, mis amigos.” The waiter grinned over the generous tip.
Rogen led the way out. Jewel nearly floated on a cloud from alcohol and sexual euphoria. They made their way down the marina and to the condo.
By the time they reached the top floor of the building, she was still buzzing and ridiculously aware of both men. In need of their touches, their kisses, their cocks.
The vast living room was dimly lit. But the ocean beyond the glass balcony doors was dotted with tiny golden lights from tri-hull booze cruises, elegant dinner cruises, and commercial cruise liners.
Vin flipped on the Bose speaker and Enrique Inglesias’s “Rhythm Divine” was queued. He lit a few candles and Jewel gave him a soft smile. She’d expressed the importance of romance years ago; he’d scoffed at the sentiment. Yet here he was, setting the stage. “Rhythm Divine” segued into “Bailamos,” a sexy tune partially in Spanish. Enrique’s sensuous voice seeped into her soul, mixing with Vin’s intense gaze on her and Rogen stepping in close.
Vin poured one shot that they all shared. From behind her, Rogen pulled loose the strings at her back. His hands slipped under her top and massaged her breasts. His fingers and thumbs toyed with her nipples, hardening them.
Standing before her, Vin reached around to the nape of her neck. He untied the strings there and the bikini top dropped to the floor. His head dipped and he kissed her passionately.
Rogen’s hands shifted to her waist. While he undid the knot of the sarong, Vin palmed her breasts and aggressively kneaded them. Turning her molten, while continuing the searing lip-lock.
Rogen unraveled the strands at her hips and the scant material fell away. Vin broke the kiss, gripped her around the waist, and hoisted her up. Her legs wound around him. He turned and headed toward the secluded deck that overlooked the water. Over Vin’s shoulder, Jewel crooked her finger at Rogen. Knowing her smile was a seductive one.
Rogen followed and slowly stripped off his clothes while she enjoyed the show. Then Vin set her on her feet and she yanked the hem of his polo from his pants. Peeled away the shirt. Her hands roved his tapered obliques, his chiseled abs, and his wide chest, her thumbs brushing the inner swells of his defined pecs, her nails scraping his small nipples.
“Careful there, baby,” he darkly warned. “I’m still rock-hard.”
“And I’m still wet.”
He let out a sexy grunt. “We’ll make you wetter.”
He unfastened his pants and divested himself of the rest of his clothing while her insides sizzled.
Rogen grabbed a towel and spread it along the edge of the sunken Jacuzzi. The music drifted from hidden speakers. Vin lit more candles. Rogen sat on the towel and gestured for Jewel to join him. She positioned herself between his parted legs, her back to his chest, her feet in the water.
His hands ran over her shoulders and down her arms, making her shiver with delight.
He didn’t just touch her. He brought her skin to life. His hands glided over her, sometimes lightly. Tantalizing. Sometimes with more pressure. An insistency that silently told her of how deeply she affected him. How much he wanted her.
“I like this daring side of you,” he said against her neck. Then he nipped at her skin.
“I wasn’t sure you would,” she confessed.
“Because Vin’s the one who brought it out?”
“Yes.”
Rogen tenderly bit her again. She gasped as heat sparked along her clit. He told her, “I get why you want us both at the same time. We each give you something different.”
“And it’s unbelievably amazing as a whole.”
She slid a glance toward Vin. He stepped into the hot tub and took a quick dip. When he surfaced, she admired his solid muscles glistening in the moon- and candlelight.
Heightening her arousal was Rogen’s brawn surrounding her. His powerful legs encasing hers. He continued kissing and nipping her neck as his hands caressed her breasts, squeezing enticingly, rolling the hard centers, keeping the zings running rampant. Making her restless.
The sensations were amplified as her gaze locked with Vin’s. He was so gorgeous. And by the steamy look on his face and the firm set of his jaw she could tell it turned him on to see Rogen’s hands on her breasts.
And that turned her on even more.
Vin moved stealthily through the water, toward her.
Jewel’s breath caught. It was still a little difficult to separate out her feelings when it came to these two men. The emotions, certainly, because they were so intricately entwined. But aside from that were the high-voltage currents they each evoked. Vin’s gaze, his intensity, inflamed her the way Rogen’s touch did.
As Enrique and Whitney Houston passionately sang “Could I Have This Kiss Forever?” and the sexually charged air crackled around Jewel, Vin reached the ledge within the tub, kneeling before her.
The eye contact didn’t waver as he lifted one of her legs and draped it over Rogen’s thigh. Vin did the same with her other leg. So that she was spread open for him.
His hands glided over her thighs, his thumbs skimming along the inner portion. Her flesh quivered at his scorching touch. His thumbs reached the apex of her legs and stroked her slick folds.
Lust rode the magma flowing through her veins. A soft moan tumbled from her lips.
She stretched her arms behind her to wrap around Rogen’s neck as his mouth found all the right spots along her throat.
Vin kept her dewy, swollen pussy lips spread as he lowered his head to her and licked the knot of nerves pulsating with need and desire.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Lick my pussy.”
Her eyes closed and she gave herself over to the excitement coursing through her.
The tip of Vin’s tongue flickered over her clit, quickly and insistently. His hands slid under her ass and he lifted her slightly, pressing his mouth against her. He stroked with skill, suckled her lips, stroked more feverishly.
Jewel’s pulse jumped.
“Vin.” She really couldn’t think beyond that one word. His tongue fluttered, his lips tugged, and it was all so stimulating and sinful and just plain fantastic. Hitching her breath. Pushing her toward the pinnacle that would make her scream in ecstasy when she fell from it.
Adding to her pleasure was Rogen caressing her breasts. And his racy words.
“You feel good in my hands. I want to fuck your tits.”
Her stomach flipped. “While Vin fucks my ass?”
“Is that how you like it with him?” Rogen’s voice was rougher than usual, tinged with lust.
“Yes.” There was no point in keeping anything from him. From either of them. “He’s very careful. But it’s so hot.”
As was what Vin continued to do to her. He slid two fingers into her pussy and pumped with a rapid pace.
“Oh, God,” she said on another moan. His mouth on her clit and his fingers inside her had her close to climaxing. “Yes. That is so delicious.”
Rogen teased her nipples, keeping them taut and tingling. Her hips rolled as Vin’s tongue flitted and his mouth suckled. The tension built deep within her.
Then ignited.
Jewel cried out as the sensations erupted.
Her inner muscles contracted around Vin’s fingers, holding them tight as her pussy thrummed vibrantly.
So. Good.
Vin let her ride the fiery wave before withdrawing his fingers, standing, and reaching for his discarded pants, dragging them toward him. He extracted two foil packets from a pocket. The first was a condom. He sheathed his thick cock.
While Jewel still brimmed from her orgasm, Vin leaned into her, entering her with one smooth, solid thrust.
“Vin!”
He pumped into her, aggressively. Almost … desperately. Like he had to have her. Had to make her come again.
He fucked her hard and fast. Pushing whimpers and sharp breaths of air from her lungs.
One of Rogen’s hands left her breasts and he used two fingers to rub her clit, with the same assertiveness as Vin. Her arms tightened around Rogen’s neck. She held on as they both worked her.
“Oh, Christ. That’s just right,” she encouraged. “Fuck me.”
Vin’s mouth captured her nipple and he drew it in, against his teeth. Her pulse spiked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Make her come,” Rogen demanded.
“Yes, Vin,” she panted. “Please make me come.”
“Open your eyes,” he directed. “Watch me fuck you.”
She did. His hips jerked and his jaw clenched. His eyes smoldered.
She unlocked her arms from Rogen’s neck, one still coiled there but gripping Vin’s rigid biceps with the other hand. She unclutched him tight as she held his gaze.
Rogen’s fingers on her clit pressed a bit more firmly, massaged a bit faster. His erection slid along her back, aided by the light sheen on her skin from the humidity, the men’s heat, the fire raging inside her.
“You’re both so good at getting me off. My God. This is so incredible.” She could barely breathe. Her heart beat wildly. Her inner muscles squeezed Vin’s cock as he drove into her.
Jewel’s throaty moans mixed with Enrique singing all in Spanish now. The song had a fervent rhythm that complemented Vin’s thrusting and Rogen’s stroking.
“Lose it for me,” Vin commanded.
She couldn’t have held back if she’d tried. The inferno burned brighter.