by Demi Alex
“Fuck me.” Paul’s brow furrowed as he tucked her against his chest and he let out a long breath.
“Put me down. You don’t need to carry me,” she said, squirming in his hold. “I’ll walk. It’s okay.”
“Like I said, I like having you in my arms,” he said, raising her high, as if he was doing one of those arm exercise routines, and nuzzling his nose on the side of her breast. “But baby, you can’t keep looking at me like that and expect to get any sleep. You’re killing me.”
“She has a way of doing that,” Justin said, chuckling as he placed a towel over her and patted her dry. He touched his lips to her forehead, then leaned across and brushed his mouth over Paul’s. “Let me get you a towel, and then we’ll be good to go.”
He stepped to the chaise lounges, returned seconds later, wiped a towel down Paul’s legs, then draped it across his back. She loved the way they cared for each other. Loved the way they cared for her.
“All set,” Justin announced, tossing the bed covers over his shoulder and striding ahead of them butt-ass-naked, doing nothing to calm her excitement as he held the door open.
Paul deposited her in the center of the mattress, crowding in beside her and tucking her against his chest. “Comfortable?”
“Very,” she said, skimming her palms over his muscles. She brushed her mouth over a flat nipple. “Couldn’t be better.” A soft breath escaped her, and he grinned.
“Good,” Justin said, sliding in behind her and sending more shivers down her spine as he fit the covers over them and kissed her shoulder. “Goodnight, loves.”
Pressing his groin to her ass, he wrapped an arm around her, and settled his hand between her legs. “Sweet dreams.”
Her heart skipped a beat and she held her breath. But this time it wasn’t from excitement or anticipation. It was pure and simple disappointment.
“You can’t do this again,” she said, shoving back from Paul and pushing on Justin’s hand.
She sat up. The covers fell away.
“You can’t give me a glimpse at what it could be and then stop.” Wriggling the length between them, she climbed from the bed.
“Get back in bed,” Justin said, holding the sheet for her.
“No. I don’t want to sleep. That’s not what I agreed to.” She really hadn’t. He’d said her whispered fantasy would come true. “You, Justin, you’re messing with me.”
Okay. Maybe he wasn’t deliberately messing with her, but he was avoiding what he knew she wanted.
She’d come this far. She might as well go for broke.
She’d never before been presented with a possibility of her body between two men, and now he was screwing with her. Stopping before she’d had the full experience.
Justin reached for her, smoothed his palm over her calf, and whispered again for her to come back to bed.
“Stop avoiding the real the issue with the testosterone smokescreen. We have one night to do this,” she said, taking a step back. “And if you don’t want everything I want, or if you can’t handle it, then you don’t get to touch me anymore.”
“Three nights,” Paul corrected, sitting on the edge of the bed and motioning for her to walk back to him. “We thought it would be nice to leave something for tomorrow. Something for you to come back for.”
“Didn’t we already discuss how I feel about you thinking for me?” She turned on Paul, frustrated and burning up from within. “I get a say on what I want.”
“Every say,” Justin responded.
“Well, in that case, I want a night of everything,” she admitted. “I want to know exactly what it’s like to have two men—”
“Men you want and trust?” Justin asked, his dark eyes full of need.
“Yes, J.” She glimpsed the flash of vulnerability in his gaze, and softened her tone. This was just as difficult for him as it was for her. He’d been hurt once, too. He was taking the same chance she was by reaching for something they’d once considered unattainable. “I never would have been in the pool with you or standing naked asking for this one night if I didn’t want or trust you.”
“Three nights,” Paul repeated. “Including tonight, we have three nights to share before reality shines its fucking bright light on us. Three nights of ecstasy before we need to be friends, friends forever,” Paul said, standing and walking behind her. He snaked an arm around her hip and slid his hand between her thighs. “No reason for you to turn away from us. None. And we will not settle for one night. We want all three nights.”
“Okay,” she murmured, moist heat pulsing with desire.
“Just making it clear. We are not willing to give up your friendship after three nights of pleasure,” Justin added, fitting a hand over her hip.
“I didn’t plan on giving up on our friendship,” she whispered.
“That’s all I need to know. And since we’re all together on this, and I haven’t had enough yet, we’re taking this back to bed,” Justin said.
Somehow, she’d found it in her to insist on what she wanted.
Justin and Paul had come to stand with her, and the hands alternating between rubbing her back and stroking the need between her legs made everything better.
Strong fingers massaged the base of her scalp and swept her hair from her face. With a finger beneath her chin, Justin turned her to face him, and she closed her eyes, leaned against him, and when she felt his breath on her mouth, she ran her tongue over her lips.
“I want everything,” she said. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“Fuck. You really are killing me. You can’t be this sexy, all while being so sweet in your appeal.” Deep and guttural, his voice rolled through her body.
She opened her eyes and looked into Justin and Paul’s faces, both mere inches from hers. Paul’s hand smoothed her hair back, and his breath caused her lips to part. She leaned close, and stroked her tongue over his bottom lip.
“Nothing sweet or innocent, Paul. I know what I want.”
She trusted them to make it right.
Bethany allowed herself to fall into their hands.
Paul slid a calloused palm over her hip and around to her backside. He lowered his butt to the mattress, then kissed over her belly. “I’m so damn good without sleep.”
Justin placed his hands on her shoulders, tapped his knee into the back of hers, and bent her so she crawled over Paul and on to the bed.
“I’m going to make you beg for more with each time you come.”
“Me, too. Promise.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” she said, excitement fluttering out of control in her belly.
“Yes.” Paul slid under her, placed his hands beneath her arms, pulled her up his body, and settled her thighs at his shoulders. Raising his face to meet her, he groaned with appreciation as he swept his tongue through her aching center, and she rounded her hips in response.
Justin moved to her back, pulled her head against his shoulder, and sucked the softness of her earlobe between his lips.
With each stroke of their tongues, she fell a little more.
Justin and Paul did make her beg, and her thighs trembled as her climax hit and she came undone in Justin’s arms while straddling Paul.
Every bit of her fantasy materialized at their hands, hands that guided and positioned her body between theirs. But reality proved better than fantasy. She burned with the need to have them both.
“I need,” she cried.
Justin pushed into her, groaning his pleasure.
“That’s a beautiful view,” Paul said, feathering his thumb over her nipple and reaching between her legs to cup Justin’s balls. “I could watch you all night.”
“No, love. You’re doing much more that watching,” Justin said. “It’s time.”
Justin curved over her back, guiding her head down on Paul, rocking into her as her climax built and her body ached for release.
“Patience, baby,” Paul said, reaching across the bed
and retrieving a bottle from the nightstand drawer.
Justin slowed his thrusts, and positioned her higher on Paul, still pumping into her as Paul nudged at the sensitive bundle and made her legs quiver.
“Bethy,” Justin said, withdrawing from her body. “We’re going to take you together.” His hands remained, spread her soft flesh, and he slid a cool, lubricated finger between her ass cheeks.
“Your body is ready, baby. So ready. So pretty,” Paul rasped, while he circled his thumb at the tip of her mound and more desire rippled through her body.
“Let pleasure take over,” Justin said, positioning himself but not pushing in.
She looked into Paul’s eyes, waiting for more.
“It’s all you, baby,” he soothed, his thumb smoothing over her, the tingling matching the stretch. “Take me slow.”
Justin held her hips, strong and reassuring as she lowered herself on to Paul.
“Move back on Justin when you’re ready for both of us,” Paul continued, still holding her gaze as her heart pounded in her chest. He lifted his hips, and moved deep within her.
She closed her eyes, reached behind her, and nodded.
Pushing back, her body trembled as Justin inched into her. He stilled. Paul claimed her mouth, nipping on her lips, until she sucked hard on his tongue. His taste had her craving more, and as she rounded her hips, and her breath grew ragged, Justin’s hand slid over her back and he pushed in another inch.
Slow and gentle, until she was stretched with an incredible fullness, which had every cell in her body spinning out of control, they filled her and made the whispered fantasy come true.
“Breathe, love, just breathe,” Justin said against her ear, guiding her body down on Paul.
As she inhaled, Paul wrapped his arms around her and pushed his hand over her lower back. He suckled her breast, and nipped on the hard tip, his teeth a temporary distraction from the sting in her backside as Justin seated himself deep with her.
“Let go, baby. We’ve got you now.”
She blew out a breath, and buried her face in Paul’s neck.
Justin withdrew, and Paul thrust. She was full and stretched, unable to think of anything but the blissful sensations they inflicted on her. They set a magical rhythm, strumming over every one of her nerves, and driving her higher with each stroke.
She wasn’t sure how long they moved in and out of her body, but when they growled they were coming, she let loose, her spirit soared, and her body shattered in orgasmic ecstasy as they emptied themselves inside her, filling and completing her with their passion.
She was theirs.
Heart, body, and soul.
Theirs.
* * *
“I like watching her sleep. She makes the cutest little moans,” Paul whispered to Justin. “Her hands reach and touch, and well—it’s just nice.”
There were lots of hands. Hers, Justin’s and his. And it was more than nice.
“There’s no way I can sleep now,” Paul said, carefully tracing her face and lips, craving more physical contact, but not wanting to wake her. “How are we going to sate this need in only three nights?”
“We don’t have to keep it to three nights,” Justin said in a low voice.
“But that’s all she wants,” Paul said. “This is a fantasy for her, an adventure, and not a way of living. She won’t accept us, Justin. She comes from a traditional upbringing, with societal restrictions shaping her choices.”
“You don’t give her enough credit,” Justin said, bending to brush his lips on her forehead. “You don’t give any of us enough credit.”
That wasn’t true, Paul thought, as Justin left the room again. He could sense how right they were together, but he was a pragmatist. Once they returned to the outside world, the staunch businesswoman wouldn’t give of herself so freely, the city boy wouldn’t be able slow down and just live in the moment, and he would still want a home full of children.
How did one explain to a child that it not only had two dads, but three parents?
“This is the last of it,” Justin said, shaking Paul from his thoughts.
He placed her clothes in the nightstand drawer, switched off the lamp, and reached for Paul. He bent and kissed him.
“Don’t think so hard in the middle of the night,” he said, kneading the tension in his shoulders. “Put your head down and close your eyes. You’ll sleep.”
“I’m waiting for you. I sleep better with you in bed.”
“I have to lock up next door. And then I’m done. You need to be up earlier than I do, in less than two hours, so try to sleep.”
As usual, Justin was right. It was after four. “Okay, babe. Climb in on her other side so I don’t wake either of you when I leave.”
“You won’t,” Justin said with a soft chuckle. “Bethy sleeps like the dead. Much deeper than I do.”
“I feel like I’m at a disadvantage,” Paul admitted, surprised that the disadvantage didn’t bother him. “You know so much about her. I’m just learning.”
“Then you’ll also need to let go for once and just trust me,” Justin said.
“Justin?”
“Yeah, love.”
“Is it wrong that I want her again?” Paul pulled back the sheet and presented his traitorous hard-on. “I can’t erase the image of her lips around you, knowing how hard you come, and how much she must have worked to take you. I want that, too. I want to wake her and make it happen.”
“And that’s where you’re at a disadvantage,” Justin said, not bothering to silence his laughter. “Having known her longer, I know Bethy would love to wake up for you.”
He walked away laughing and sporting a new erection.
He walked back to find Bethany kneeling on the bed, Paul’s hands on the back of her head, as he held Justin’s gaze and slid past her lips.
“Perfect, just perfect,” Justin said, lust and wonder in his dark eyes. He stepped up behind Bethany, took hold of her hips, and thrust forward.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Paul stared out the window at the colors of the sunrise painting the sky. From where he lay, he could barely see the sea, but he refused to move away from Justin and Bethany. Nothing so carnal had ever felt so good. When they’d collapsed in a sated heap, she’d surprised him by asking that he never hold back from what he wanted.
“We have three nights,” she’d said. “I never thought I’d know such total abandon. I want as much of you as you’re willing to give. I’ll take all of you. I’ll give you my all.”
She’d brushed her lips over his, then had snuggled against Justin and slept.
Paul hadn’t slept, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d watched them sleeping so soundly, their breathing soft and their intertwined bodies relaxed, but he finally forced himself out of bed.
Typing out a quick text, he asked Christo to wait for him at the villa. They needed to talk in private. When his cousin’s reply flashed on the screen, indicating he was putting on the coffee and Paul should bring a loaf of fresh bread, Paul went to shower.
Five minutes later, dressed in a pair of jeans and a white tee, he bent over Justin and Bethany, touched his lips to each of their shoulders, and left to meet his cousin.
* * *
“I’m surprised you’re up so early,” Paul said, embracing the other man in greeting. “Who are you and what have you done with my cousin?”
“Good one,” Christo said, leading them to the veranda and a table set with butter, olives, and cheese. “Got the bread?”
“Right here.” He placed the paper-wrapped loaf on the table, pinched off the corner, and handed it to Christo.
“I owe you.” Christo stuck a piece of cheese into the crispy bread, then popped it in his mouth. He held up a finger, disappeared into the kitchen, and returned with two mugs of Greek coffee. “Made you a triple, and it looks like you need it. Now you owe me, little guy. You look like shit.”
Laughing a
t the little guy reference, Paul clasped his cousin’s shoulder in a show of appreciation. Accepting the mug, he moved to the table. “And not just for the triplo.”
“Yeah, you’re welcome,” Christo teased. “That’s just how it is with little cousins. Our looking out is never done.”
“I think I may owe you even more before the day is through.”
“What’s up? Why the serious tone? And why are you here without Justin?”
“Justin and Bethany are at the resort, sleeping in,” Paul said, confirming what he knew his cousin had already guessed. “You knew we were watching that morning on the beach. Had a good time riling us up, eh?”
“It must have worked.” Christo shrugged, chuckling while he sipped on his own dose of caffeine. “Actually, since Bethany is in bed with your man at this very moment, it definitely worked.”
“Fuck off. I’m not here to thank you.” Paul knew his cousin well. True, he’d been irked by the amorous antics at the front desk, but when the envy had cleared and his cousin’s message had come through, he had figured out what Christo had been up to. He’d gotten over himself at the club, and while he was grateful for his concern, he didn’t need to express it verbally. He knew. “How much did Bethany share with you?”
“The basics,” Christo said, his brow furrowing in concern. “She and Justin have a past. They had a difficult breakup during their studies at university. You met her for the first time on the ferry ride over. And you claimed you had no interest in anything other than being friends, while you acted like a Neanderthal.” Sucking the meat off an olive, he waggled his dark brow. “Do I have it right so far?”
“Yes,” Paul said, engaging Christo in a fork fight for the same piece of cheese. “Did she tell you about her father?”
“No. But I’ve done my research on Edward Michaels.” Christo placed his fork on the edge of the plate and crossed his arms. “He’s a shrewd businessman, and also a very successful one. I didn’t get any red flags on the deal.”