Dragon Island [Dragon Love 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  “You’re not leaving me out of this.”

  Her mouth curved as Montana tugged her away from Branson. It seemed all three men wanted to have their time with her, and she was more than willing to comply.

  Montana was their friend, not a relative. His kiss was saltier, as though he had risen from the ocean. His kiss varied in intensity, as strong and forceful as the other two men’s, then soft and tender in the next moment. He pushed the blanket away from her, exposing her wet body to the night air, but she wasn’t chilled. How could she be when he was next to her?

  She could have drowned before, and it would have been a horrible mistake. Now she was drowning by choice, lost to the waves of lust washing over her. Her whimper called to him, telling him to never let her go.

  She still had her eyes closed, her body revved, aching for him when he pushed her back. He left her as breathless as he was.

  “What’s wrong?” She’d spoken so softly she wasn’t sure he’d heard her.

  “This isn’t the right time.” Strangely, it was Anthony who’d answered her question.

  “You’re wet and getting cold.”

  She shook her head, vehemently denying his assertion. “I’m not cold. I have the blanket and the steam.” Yet now that they’d stopped kissing her, the steam had dissipated as quickly as it had come.

  “We need to get you back to the house.”

  Branson moved away from her. What the hell was going on? “I don’t understand.”

  Montana pulled the blanket around her then lifted her to place her on one of the seats. “They’re right. Tonight’s not the right time. We don’t want to take advantage of you.”

  Please! Take advantage of me!

  Instead, she tugged the blanket closer. How had they gone from sixty to zero so fast?

  “Branson, get this thing moving.”

  Suddenly, she was spent. But was it from her fall into the water? Or from the rejection? Either way, weariness settled over her.

  * * * *

  An hour later and Arielle couldn’t believe what had happened. Other than falling overboard, of course. For the second time, no less. Was there a word that meant “beyond clumsy”? If so, that word described her.

  She sank below the water licking at the top of the bathtub and blew at the bubbles. The men had been nice enough about her falling over the side of the boat. Hell, better than nice. They’d turned an embarrassing incident into a steamy make-out session. She’d never felt so alive as she had when they’d been kissing her.

  But the question that had plagued her on the way back from the pond and still did was one she didn’t have an answer to. Why had they stopped? Had she given them any indication that she hadn’t liked—hell, loved—what they were doing? Not a chance. Had they suddenly been turned off? She didn’t think so. Granted, she’d more than likely smelled like pond scum, but if that had been the problem, they wouldn’t have kissed her in the first place.

  She absentmindedly popped one of the bubbles closest to her nose. What was she supposed to do now? Could she get dressed and go back downstairs? Or would the humiliation she still felt for falling overboard, coupled with their sudden rejection of her, make it impossible for her to face them again? They had to think she was crazy. First she fell off a huge cruise liner and then she fell out of a speedboat. It didn’t matter whether the boat was big or small, she could fall off it.

  Not that she had much of a choice. She was stuck on the island until the men said otherwise. Until now, she’d been more than happy to hide out on their private homeland. After all, what did she have to go back to? The cruise ship had probably figured she’d fallen overboard true enough and drowned. If they didn’t, they’d more than likely end up firing her ass. Or, worse yet, the thieves had found some way to implicate her in the crime. In fact, the authorities could be looking for her right that minute.

  Don’t get carried away.

  Next to clumsiness, her wild imagination was her biggest flaw. She could sit in that tub and come up with a variety of scenarios, none of which she could prove had happened.

  Groaning, she slipped farther under water until only her face from the nose up was visible. Maybe she should’ve gone ahead and drowned in the blue pond. At least then she wouldn’t have to face the men again and act as though nothing had happened.

  Damn, but they’re good kissers.

  They’d all kissed her better than she’d ever been kissed before. After all these years, she’d found the three best kissers alive all in the same day.

  Could any three men be hotter? She doubted it. They were the epitome of sex appeal, three hard bodies with packages to die for. At least, she figured their cocks would be amazing. How could they be anything but amazing?

  If they’d wanted to have sex on the boat, they would’ve made her more than happy. Thrilled. Ecstatic. Instead, they’d brought her back to their home and helped her upstairs as though she were some old woman.

  Sex with them would be a dream come true. Although sex with only one of them would make her lifetime, if she could have two or three of them at the same time, she’d never ask for another thing. She’d count herself beyond lucky.

  Her hand slid over her body, pausing for a while to fondle one of her breasts then on over the roundness of her stomach. The water was as hot as a human could handle it, steaming up the room and turning her flesh pink.

  What would their cocks look like? Would they be long? No doubt. Curved? She hoped so.

  She closed her eyes as her hand found its way between her legs.

  Would they be thick? Strong yet flexible like loose flesh over a steel rod?

  She licked her lips as the heat inside her started building high enough to match the heat surrounding her body. Letting her imagination go, she slid her fingers between her folds and found her already-so-ready throbbing clit. Laying back her head, she began slowly and rhythmically massaging the hot little nub. She spread her legs wider, envisioning Anthony going beneath the water’s surface. He put his mouth over her clit and started sucking.

  “Ooh. Yeah.”

  Where are you, Branson?

  In answer, her fantasy Branson eased next to her. “Hey, sugar.” The gleam in his eyes sent the temperature inside her to a higher level. He bent low and captured a nipple in his mouth.

  Don’t be left out, Montana.

  Montana. Was his cock as rock-hard as his name?

  He was beside her in the next instant, on his knees in the tub, and offering his cock to her. She put two then three fingers into her mouth and let the fantasy play on.

  The rhythm between her legs sped up, massaging faster and faster. Using the heel of her hand to push against her clit, she plunged a finger into her pussy.

  “Yeah, boys, work me.”

  The fantasy men were all over her, their hands skimming along her slickened body, their mouths feasted on her even under water. Sucking, nipping, pulling, they became as real to her as her hand between her legs.

  They were built as solidly as modern day gladiators, their arms as large as tree branches. Muscles rippled along their chests and abdomens. Bubbles popped against their tanned skins. Lean waists were the perfect backdrops for their huge cocks, cocks even bigger than she’d hoped for. Their gazes locked onto her, their primal need blatant on their faces.

  She moaned and moved her hand faster. The storm inside her rose higher as her motions made waves that bounced over the sides of the claw-foot tub. She arched her back toward the imaginary Branson and whipped her tongue around her fingers-turned-cock. She cried out as the orgasm grew stronger, readying for its ultimate release. Water washed into her mouth as she let out another strangled cry, but her hand didn’t slow down.

  I’m coming.

  The climax tore her apart without mercy, taking hold of her body and stunning her mind. Needing more than her fingers, she reached out to the fantasy men. Just as she was about to touch Branson, she opened her eyes and found that she was still alone.

  Shudders racked her
, making ripples throughout the bath water. Most of the bubbles had melted away along with her men. As the last waves of lust came apart in short jerks, she sucked in a hard breath. Her hair flattened against her forehead, and her heart began to slow down.

  At that moment, she made herself a promise. Before she left, she’d make her fantasy a reality.

  * * * *

  Arielle didn’t have to worry about being embarrassed the next time she saw the men. The next morning had flown by. Just as she was beginning to think the men had left her alone in the house, Montana had rushed into the kitchen as she was finishing breakfast. Before she could offer to cook him some scrambled eggs and toast, he’d whisked her outside and into the Jeep.

  “Ready for some sightseeing?” asked Anthony as he put the Jeep into gear and headed down a different path in the forest.

  “Sure.” She was relieved that they hadn’t said anything about the night before. “Where to?”

  “Just around the island so you can see more of it. There’s a three-tier waterfall that’s pretty cool and a couple of places where the wildlife practically poses for you.”

  “Sounds great.”

  An hour later, she was relaxed and enjoying the day more than she would’ve thought possible the night before. Only one thing made it uncomfortable. After the fantasy in the bathtub, she’d resolved to ask them again about contacting the outside world. Fantasies were wonderful and she hoped to make hers a reality, but she still needed to get off the island. She couldn’t hide away forever, and even if she tried, she’d only make herself look guilty to the authorities and others. As unnerving as the prospect was, she’d come to believe that they’d be more likely to believe her if she came to them. If she waited for the police to track down the thieves, she might be accused of being an accessory.

  Still, what if she left the island and ran into the thieves? What if they were searching for her? Was there anywhere else in the world half as safe as the island?

  “Guys, I need to ask again. Are you sure there’s no phone or any way to contact someone? My boss on the ship has to be going crazy by now.” At least she hoped so. She twisted around to look at Branson and Montana. Were they glancing away? Or was it only her imagination?

  “We told you. We don’t have any phones or radios or anything.” Anthony pulled the Jeep into a small area off the main path.

  “But that doesn’t make any sense. You have to leave the island some time or the other. How do you get off?”

  Branson’s smirk told her he’d taken her words in an entirely different meaning. A memory of the night before hit her and wetness exploded between her legs.

  Montana’s hand on her shoulder startled her, but in a very good way. “We have our methods. Why? Are you that anxious to leave?”

  She started to say she was, but that would’ve been a lie. “No, not really. But I do need to tell the cruise ship what happened to me. They’ve got to be going mad searching for me.”

  Why had the men looked away? “What is it?”

  “And if they’re not?” asked Anthony.

  “What do you mean?” She grabbed his arm and felt the surge of need hit her. “What aren’t you telling me?”

  “We haven’t seen any search planes, and from what you told us, the ship wasn’t that far from the island. If they were looking for you, we’d have seen planes in the air, other boats scouring the area.”

  She stared at him, unsure how to feel. On the one hand, not seeing any search vehicles meant the thieves weren’t looking for her. But was she so expendable that her boss and coworkers hadn’t even noticed her missing? It was one thing to not want to be found. It was altogether another thing not to have anyone looking for her.

  “It’s okay, babe. You’re with us, safe and sound. That’s all that matters.” Montana stroked her hair.

  Maybe he was right. After all, it felt so good to lean into his caress.

  “That and a damn good zip line.” Branson took her hand and started tugging her into the trees.

  “What?” She stopped, pulling her hand from his when she saw the platform in one of the highest trees, along with several lines running from one tree to another. “Oh, no. I’m not about to go up there.”

  “Why not?” He snagged her hand again, keeping her with him. “It’s as safe as lying in your own bed.”

  She didn’t mention that she’d fallen out of her bed once and broken her arm. “No. It’s too high.” Following the lines, she tried to see where the other end of the line ended, but it was too far away with her visibility obscured by numerous trees.

  He took her face in his hands, his silver eyes boring into her. “You’re going to do this, and you’re going to love it.”

  “Don’t you understand? I’m a really clumsy person. I’ve fallen off not one but two boats.”

  In the next moment, she let out a yelp as Montana scooped her into his arms. “I hate like hell to admit it, but he’s right. You’re going to do this one way or another.”

  “Is that a threat?” She didn’t bother to struggle. He was too strong for her.

  “Hell no, babe. It’s a promise. Here you go.”

  She looked up to find Anthony already on the platform in the tree. “How’d he get up there so fast?” How had she missed seeing him climb the tree?

  Montana held her as Branson looped a rope around her, fitting it under her legs, her bottom, and her back. “Don’t worry, babe. We won’t let you fall.”

  “Do you—” Before she could say promise, she was already being hefted into the air. Quickly, the men pulled her high into the sky.

  Anthony grabbed hold of the rope and pulled her onto the platform. She clung to him, afraid to look down. If she did, she was sure she’d get dizzy and fall over the edge.

  “Oh God oh God oh God.” She tightened her death grip on him.

  “Easy, bella. Open your eyes and look at me.”

  When she did, peeking at first, she found his silver eyes, so much like his cousin’s, gazing back at her.

  “I’d never let anything hurt you. Not anything or anyone. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.” She was surprised at how quickly she answered. And it was true. She trusted him. All of them.

  “Good. Then just stand there and let us take care of everything.” He got her out of the first rope and then started fixing the harness around her.

  She kept her eyes on him, not daring to look at the trees or the incredible drop below her. “There’s only one harness.”

  “We don’t need any.” He winked at her then gently pried her hands off him. “Branson and Montana are standing right behind you.”

  “We’re here, sugar. Don’t worry about a thing.”

  She couldn’t move enough to even crane her head around to see them. “I’m trying to.”

  Without warning, Anthony grabbed hold of a rope dangling from the zip line and jumped off the platform.

  “Anthony!” Alarm filled her as he shot through the sky, holding onto the rope without a harness around his body. If he let go or his hand slipped, he’d fall.

  “It’s okay. We do this all the time.”

  Finally, she pivoted toward Montana. “You’re kidding me. This is crazy.”

  “Nope. The harness is only for wusses like you.” Turning her around, he put his hands on her shoulders. “Off you go.”

  She yelped as she felt her body falling forward. A sudden jerk yanked her skyward a few inches before she leveled out. Speeding along the line, she held on for dear life.

  Chapter Six

  For the first minute, zip-lining was the worst thing that had ever happened to her—next to falling off a cruise ship. After that, her amazement took over her fear. She whipped past the trees, her hair flying behind her. To her delight, she felt safe enough to turn one hand free, letting the breeze skim past her fingers.

  “Woo-hoo!” Her body picked up speed as it headed downhill. “This is awesome!”

  She would’ve loved to have kept going, but as she headed t
oward the platform, she saw Anthony waiting for her. Frantically, she searched for a brake of any kind and came up empty. At the rate she was flying, she’d ram into him hard enough to knock him off.

  “Watch out, Anthony! I don’t know how to stop this thing!”

  Closer and closer she came. Faster and faster she sped. As she approached the platform, she did the only thing she could do. She closed her eyes and braced for impact.

  She hit him hard and felt him step back. Yet he didn’t let go, and he didn’t fall off. Instead, she felt his strong arms around her, holding her tightly against him. When she realized that she had stopped moving, she dared to peek one eye open.

  “Now tell me that wasn’t fun.” The mischievous sparkle in his eyes laughed at her.

  “After the first minute of terror, yeah, it was a blast.” Was she breathing normally again? She drew in a long, slow breath just to be sure.

  “Ready to go again?”

  “Again?” She looked down the hill. Another long line ran toward the trees below. “How far does it go?”

  “Far enough that you’ll forget how to walk.”

  Suddenly, he kissed her, hard and needy. She was breathless by the time he finally ended the kiss.

  “You’re one hell of a woman. You know that, don’t you?

  She stared at the carnal yearning on his face, a yearning that was exactly how she felt. “I am?”

  “You are.” He winked. “Ready? Branson’s almost here.”

  She didn’t have time to answer. He’d already grabbed the line and had jumped off the platform. Once more, he went sailing along the cord.

  “How does he do that?”

  Branson landed with both feet planted all at once. He wrapped an arm around her to keep her from falling. “How does he do what? Zip line? It’s easier than real flying.”

  “Not really. I don’t remember fearing for my life.” First Anthony and now Branson had held her close. Montana was sliding through the air toward them. Would he hold her, too?