“Threesome.”
The single word fell from his lips, low, almost guttural, and the moment it did, raw, concentrated lust surged through him. Primitive and elemental. Kennedy’s lips parted. Her breasts lifted as she pulled in a swift breath. She held his stare with her own, the blush in her cheeks growing deeper. “Yes,” she said, her voice husky. “A threesome. I want…” She paused, swallowed, her breasts rising and falling again as she sucked in another breath. “I want to be made love to by both of you. At the same time.”
Fresh lust poured through Luke at her confession. He drove his nails into his palms, undone by the tumultuous tension wreaking havoc on his body and mind.
He wanted to claim her. Christ, he wanted to make her scream his name in pleasure like he had in New York, and for some God-alone-known reason, the thought of doing so while Addison shared the lush perfection of her body only made his cock throb harder. Just as it made his head spin and his gut churn.
He’d never been so confused. Or horny.
To his left, Addison cleared his throat. “I think we can accommodate your desires.”
The agreement—so formal and proper—made Luke’s balls ache. Here they were, standing in broad daylight on a public jetty, talking about doing what just about every hot-blooded man in the world wanted to do: fuck, and Addison sounded like he was agreeing to a game of chess.
Luke shot his cousin a quick look and bit back a groan.
Raw arousal burned in Addison’s eyes. Etched his face. And something else. Something…more.
“I am interested in Kennedy.”
Addison’s words played over Luke’s fraying control, their deeper significance only now, as Luke saw the unabashed desire in Addison’s face, sinking in. Addison wasn’t just interested in her sexually, which should have made Luke furious. Instead, it made him…
What?
He didn’t know.
He wouldn’t let himself ponder it. He was responsible for what was about to happen. He’d uttered the word threesome, he’d given voice to the fantasy and in doing so given them all permission to succumb to their desire. He’d done that with a word and now he had to live with the consequences, whatever they may be.
God help him if it was more than his stupid, foolish heart could handle.
He turned back to Kennedy, and, determined to surrender to the undeniable sexual tension of the moment, he did exactly what he’d wanted to do the second she’d surprised them on the very public jetty.
Crossing the small space between them, he threaded his fingers through the thick curtain of her hair at the back of her neck, framed her jaw with his thumbs, tilted her head back and crushed her mouth with his.
She responded immediately.
Her tongue slid against his, just as hungry as his, just as demanding. He groaned into her mouth, raking his hands down her back to cup and squeeze her arse. It was as toned and firm and round as he remembered, and his cock jerked in approval. He hauled her hips to his, wanting her to feel his hard-on. And Christ, was it a hard-on. His whole groin had turned to hot rock, thrumming with an urgent need that turned the pit of his stomach, the base of his spine, to a molten pressure. She moaned into his kiss, the wholly pleasured sound as familiar as the feel of her arse. It should be. He’d heard it every fucking night in his dreams. The dreams where they fell through the door of his hotel room and tore at each other’s clothes. The dreams where she rode his cock as he sucked on her breasts. The dreams where he licked at her hole and fucked her with his tongue.
The dreams where he—
“Err, far be it for me to interrupt—” Addison’s voice jerked Luke away from Kennedy. He spun to face his cousin, his breath choppy. “But I don’t think the jetty is the ideal place for what you have planned, convict.”
Addison’s own breath seemed to be strained. He studied Luke with an unreadable expression before turning his attention to the woman they both desired. “And as much as I enjoy watching you two kiss, I would prefer to do so somewhere private. Where I can join in without fear of being deported.” A short chuckle slipped from him. “And these sodding Australians will take any excuse to kick a Pom out of their country.”
A shaky laugh escaped Kennedy. She slipped from Luke’s arms, running her fingers through her hair as she put some distance between them. It wasn’t much. The jetty didn’t let her stand any more than a few steps away from Luke, but it was enough for him to see how affected she was by their kiss. And to feel at a loss for her no longer being pressed against his body.
Oh yeah. You’re gone, Beaso. Hook, line and sinker.
Straightening her shoulders and rolling her neck, she let out a sharp breath. “It’s probably not the best for the resort’s photographer to be necking with the guests out in public either.”
Addison chuckled. “Oh, love. I think what you and Luke were doing goes way beyond necking.”
A delicate blush painted her cheeks and Luke’s cock twitched in his cargos. “Shall we go to my suite?”
Before Addison could answer, Luke shook his head. “No. Ours.”
Both Kennedy and Addison gave him quizzical looks.
“So nothing can come back to bite Kennedy on the arse.”
Addison burst out laughing. “Except me. I plan on biting her arse often. And then kissing it better.”
The absurd claim broke the stifling tension gripping them all. Luke let out a chuckled snort. Kennedy rolled her eyes. “You better kiss it better.”
“Kiss it, lick it, smack it…” An expression Luke could only call devilish passed over his cousin’s face. “And anything else one can do to an arse.”
Kennedy’s cheeks grew pinker. “On that note, I think it’s time we get off this jetty.”
She began walking toward land, her footfalls on the wooden planks an echo of Luke’s rapid heart rate. She didn’t turn to look at either of them as they followed. If anyone was watching from the resort, it would appear just three people casually walking together. Anyone not witnessing their previous kiss, that was. Or anyone not within a stone’s throw. Anyone that close wouldn’t be able to miss Luke’s bloody rigid erection tenting his cargos.
Without a word to Addison, he took the lead. It wasn’t a race. Nor was it a challenge to his cousin. He was just used to being the first one in. It came from being a firefighter for so many years of his life. He always went first into the fray.
Yeah, yeah. If that’s the excuse you’re going with, Beaso, you stick with it.
He shut the sardonic retort down and kept walking. Five minutes later, he stood at his suite’s door. He studied it, his heart rate still faster than it should be. Swinging his stare to the two people waiting behind him, he sucked in a slow breath. This was it. Once he opened the door there was no going back. He was about to share the one woman he’d been incapable of forgetting with his rake of a cousin. A man who more than satisfied any sexual partner he had. Was he insane? A masochist? Depraved? All three?
He didn’t know. He just knew this was the moment and he wasn’t stepping away from it. Couldn’t.
Wouldn’t.
“Will it shatter my utter poised and charming appearance—” Addison’s voice shook a little, “—if I confess to being a tad nervous?”
Kennedy laughed, her cheeks still pink, her gaze flicking from Addison to Luke.
It was the undeniable want, the unabashed desire in her eyes that moved Luke into action. A desire he remembered from the very first time they met in the New York bar. A desire that reached into the pit of his belly. That cupped and squeezed his balls. A desire that made his heart ache and his soul sing.
Her desire for Luke.
Whatever was about to happen on the other side of the door, whatever came after it, he would always have that desire in her eyes.
Now, however, it was time to feel it in her body. And in his.
Cock throbbing, balls swollen, breath short in his throat, he slipped the suite’s keycard into the look and shoved the door open.
Kennedy didn’t make it more than three steps into the suite—almost a carbon copy of her own—before Luke’s lips found her throat and his hands found her body. He pressed his body—so big, so firm, so imposing—against hers, his erection nudging her belly, an unmistakable confirmation of his want.
New hands smoothed over her hips, down her thighs and up to her ribcage, Addison’s lips brushing her temple as he nestled his long, lean body to her back. “I’ve never shared a woman with another man before,” he murmured, his thumbs brushing gentle strokes against the underswell of her breasts. The hard length of his arousal pressed at the crevice of her ass cheeks. “But I can’t think of any other man I’d want to share with than my cousin.” He skimmed one hand back down to her hip, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her capris to inch closer to the junction of her thighs. “Nor any other woman.”
The words caressed her senses, an unexpected reaction to what should have unsettled her. But nothing about this moment unsettled her. She refused to let it do so. Later. There was always later. Now…now she just wanted to succumb to the raw sensations sweeping over her.
Luke’s lips nuzzled at the base of her throat, his cock a steely shaft at her belly. His hands raked up her arms to bury into her hair, a low moan sounding in his throat when she covered his heart with her hand and dragged her thumb over his taut nipple.
The hungry sound sent wet heat into her core. As did Addison’s fingers dipping closer to her sex. “I suspect,” the Brit rasped against her temple, “when Luke finally stops fighting with his control, you are going to be in for the fucking of your life.”
It was a strange thing for Addison to say, but whatever his intention, it only made Kennedy wetter. She whimpered, writhing between the two men. She teased Luke’s nipple again through his shirt, her other hand wriggling behind her back to capture Addison’s impressive cock. He hissed, his whole body stiffening as she squeezed his length. “Bugger me, love. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. Keep that up and I’m coming in my trousers.”
Kennedy’s head spun. The surrealism of the situation threatened to undo her. Two men, so different. One barely uttering a sound, his want for her deafening, the other whispering raw words that left her thrumming with elemental need. What a paradox.
She parted her lips to say something. To tell them to undress her? To tell them to fuck her? Whatever it was was captured by Luke’s kiss. His tongue plundered her mouth, fierce and dominating. His sheer power made Kennedy’s sex constrict with a need so exquisite, so urgent, it was almost painful. She clung to him with one hand, her other still squeezing Addison’s constrained erection.
“Not long now, love,” Addison murmured, the fingers of his left hand finding her nipple as the ones of his right found the curve of her sex. “I can tell. Are you ready for him?” His lips scored a line down the side of her neck to the curve of her shoulder. “For us?”
She could only nod, and as if it was all Luke was waiting for—confirmation from her this really was going to happen—he hooked his hands around the neckline of her shirt and tore it open. Buttons popped free and clattered to the tiled floor. The sound of ripping cotton filled the room. None of that mattered. Not when Luke’s raw groan preceded his mouth capturing one of her puckered nipples through the lace of her bra. Not when Addison’s hand laid claim to her other breast, his fingers pinching her nipple, rolling it, before snaring the edge of her bra’s cup and tugging it aside.
Her breast fell from the constraining lace, full and heavy with need. Addison’s palm covered it, kneading it with masterful fingers. She whimpered, driving her hips forward, wanting his fingers inside her as much as she wanted Luke’s lips and tongue and teeth on her nipple. Her whole body ached to be possessed, taken and claimed. Her pussy wept with sodden need. Her juices turned the crotch of her panties wet. She could smell her pleasure in every shallow, rapid breath she took.
She closed her eyes, giving herself over to the absolute pleasure of two men adoring her body. And yet, at the same time, her heart hammered. What would it be like when they truly were possessing her? When both were inside her? When both were naked and all three moved together as one?
God help her, what would it be like when Luke truly did relinquish control just as Addison claimed? Was she ready for that? Would she survive it?
Had she before?
The thought of Luke’s mastery of her body four months ago crashed over her, a hot wave of memories that tore a moan from her constricting throat. He’d brought her to orgasm too many times that night to count. Was he going to do it again? Any how many would Addison give her?
The questions assaulted her, made her head spin, just as Luke’s mouth dragged across her chest to capture the breast cupped by Addison. The Brit let out a low groan, his fingers lifting her breast to his cousin’s suckling mouth. Luke’s hand closed over the breast his lips had deserted, massaging it with an urgency close to painful. Kennedy bit back a cry, riding the rising waves of pleasure swelling within her. “Please,” she gasped, shoving her hips forward again. “I need…something…anything…inside me.”
“Fuck her with your fingers, Addison.” Luke’s growled order vibrated through Kennedy’s breast. “Make her come. Now.”
“Pushy bugger, isn’t he?” Addison’s chuckle was strained, his breath hot on the side of her throat as his hand slipped the final inch to her pussy lips. His fingers stroked her damp folds once, a teasing promise. “Thinks just ’cause he’s a fireman he can—”
“Fuck her with your fingers, cousin,” Luke repeated, and a shudder of excitement rocked Kennedy at the primitive domination in his voice. “Before I can’t control myself any longer and fuck her with my dick.”
Addison’s fingers rubbed over Kennedy’s clit, the pressure sinfully hard, and then, before she could cry out a hoarse “yes”, he entered her. Two fingers. Deep and wriggling and confident.
“Oh God!” She bucked into his hand, her shoulders rammed to his chest, her eyes closed. “Oh God, yes!”
“Make her come, cousin,” Luke ground out.
Addison’s fingers scissored inside her. She could feel their long length seeking the sweetest spot she knew would make her scream. It wouldn’t take much. She was already on the precipice. Balancing there. From the moment she’d opened her eyes in her suite and found Luke hovering above her, worry on his face, a face she’d never been able to forget, she’d been on the cusp of sexual detonation. Every desire, every need…all there, paramount in her mind, every memory of his prowess taunting her. And to know his cousin wanted her too…
She was debauched. And about to come.
“You’re so bloody tight, love.” Addison’s lips grazed her temple, the hand not buried in her pussy cupping and squeezing her breast. A breast Luke continued to return to with his lips and teeth. “And wet. I can feel your cream trickling over my knuckles.”
A quake of wild tension stole through Kennedy’s core at his words. She gasped, knowing she was close. So close.
She opened her eyes, needing to see the real world, to assure herself this was truly happening, that she wasn’t in a butterfly-fear-induced coma.
She opened her eyes and gazed straight into Luke’s.
“Going to make you regret running out on me back in New York, Kennedy.”
It was the tormented hunger in his voice that pushed her over the edge. That, and Addison’s fingers stroking her inner wall over and over again. Her climax hit her, hard and unforgiving. She bucked in Addison’s arms, grinding her pussy to his hand, riding his fingers as she stared up into Luke’s turbulent face. Watching him watch her orgasm.
It was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced. It messed with her head. It made her sex pulse. It made her pulse pound in her ears. All the while, Addison whispered how good she felt, how tight she was, how beautiful and perfect and sexy she was, his voice as ragged as her breath.
Finally, she couldn’t take any more. The raw desire in Luke’s eyes was too much. The promise of wha
t was to come too daunting. She closed her eyes and slumped back against Addison’s chest, her climax shuddering through her. Owning her. Controlling her.
And all the while, Luke watched her. She could feel his gaze on her face, her breasts, her body. A caress she wished more than anything was as real as Addison’s caress inside her sex.
Their time together in New York had been mind-shattering, had promised of things to come, but she’d run before those promises came true. She had a very vague, very fuzzy memory of telling Luke while still at the bar, after her third or fourth scotch, she’d always fantasized about being a part of a threesome. She hadn’t told him she’d been dumped by Max—faux-true-love-candidate Max, the bastard—for suggesting such a thing. She also had a very clear memory, after more than four hours of solid, mind-shattering sex, sex that worked the alcohol right out of her system until she was as lucid as a woman in the throes of sheer and utter sexual rapture could be, of Luke whispering in her ear as he thrust inside her, how he’d love to make real every fantasy she had. She very distinctly remembered coming the second the words left his lips. It was the last orgasm he’d given her. She’d run not long after that. After he’d asked her to go sightseeing with him the next day. After she realized he was more than just Rebound—
“Oh, love.” Addison’s murmur against the side of her neck ended the thought, his words shaking with a relaxed chuckle. “I love the way you come.”
She smiled, his honesty belying the explosive tension still hanging on the air between them all. She opened her eyes, preparing to be unsettled by Luke’s expression again.
Oh, boy.
He was naked. Not a single stitch of clothing covered his body. Nothing to hide the sheer perfection of his hard, sculpted muscles, the six-pack abdomen she remembered licking and kissing four months ago, the lean hips and long, corded thighs that spoke of a latent strength beyond her comprehension. Nothing to conceal the thick, venous cock jutting straight up from a dark-honey nest of curls under which sat a scrotum so full and round and oh-so-male, her mouth actually watered.
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