by Lily Harlem
Flying Jane was a sleek, black boat with dark-gray sails. At thirty feet long, she was perfect for a day out at sea.
Olivia sat in the shade of the bimini, wearing her bikini. With her feet up, she sipped sparkling water, and relished the cool sea breeze on her hot skin and the way it lifted her hair from her neck.
Mason was at the helm, taking them north up the coast, and from where she sat, she had a great view of his broad back encased in a white t-shirt, and his pert butt in neat black swim shorts.
Lucas stood at the bow, barefooted, his back rod straight, and, staring at the horizon, it was clear he was enjoying being on the waves as much as she was.
She rubbed her belly. The babies weren’t wriggling around now, as they had been when she’d woken up that morning and in the taxi on the way to the port. She wondered if they liked the gentle undulating motion of the boat as the full sails skimmed the hull over the waves. Perhaps it had rocked them to sleep.
“She goes like a dream,” Mason called over his shoulder. “Don’t you think?”
“Yes. We should get to the coast more often,” Olivia said. “We could buy something like this, keep it in one of the towns south of Perth.”
“Aye, then we can teach the new set of twins how to sail.”
She laughed. “That will be a while yet.”
“Time flies.” Mason glanced up at a tern that was following them, his pointy white wings flapping between updrafts. “It only seems like five minutes since we arrived at the property. And now look, kids are settled into school, the sheep will be lambing soon, and me and Lucas are becoming the next Lone Ranger.”
Lucas must have heard his name spoken. “What are you saying about me?”
Olivia grinned. “Only how well your horse-riding skills are coming on.”
He pulled a face and walked along the thin strip at the side of the boat, holding on to the rail as he did so as the yacht was moving at speed. “Mason was right, it hurts my knackers.”
“Aww,” she said. “Want me to kiss them better?”
He sat next to her and raised his eyebrows. “Any time you want.”
She giggled. “But talking of horses, have you heard from home?”
Lucas pulled out his phone. He didn’t usually have it on him, but she’d noticed since they’d come away it was never far. Perhaps he was a little anxious about their first time away from the kids, too.
She knew she was.
But not enough to spoil a perfect day out with the MaCadam twins.
“There’s a message,” Lucas said, bringing his phone to life. “From Harry, not surprisingly.”
“I guess it’s a good job he did find his phone after you threw it into the snake pit.”
Lucas’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “Do you remember his face? Classic.”
“You were mean to do that. He loves his phone.”
“He pushed me too far.”
“And let’s face it, he’s hasn’t been such a prick with it since,” Mason added. “So what’s he saying? Everything okay?”
“Yeah, they’re all good. It’s some pictures of the kids riding. Banna has her friend over for the day; seems like they’re all having a lovely time.” He passed the phone to Olivia.
She took it, shading the screen so she could make out the images.
The first picture was of Banna and her friend, Tammy, both sitting on Peanut, Banna’s pretty gray gelding. They each had wide smiles and were clinging to each other.
The next shot was Amal looking very serious as he went over a tiny jump on his little black pony, Jet.
The final photograph was Darius standing on his pony’s back like a circus performer. Luckily his four-legged friend, Troy, was the most tolerant-natured horse Olivia had ever come across and didn’t seem to mind Darius’s constant slithering all over him.
“Nice,” she said, reading Harry’s quick message saying that all was well and he hoped they were having a nice time.
She handed the phone back to Lucas. “Shall we eat?”
“Again?” He laughed.
“It’s ages since we had that mid-morning snack. And all this sea air is making me hungry.”
“Of course.” He leaned over, cupped his hand on the swollen underside of her belly, and kissed just above her navel. “We’ll slow down, lunch on that bread and cheese we picked up.”
“Aye, good idea.” Mason nodded at the sky. “Then we can have a few more hours enjoying this before we have to get it back to port.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
When Olivia returned to the Harbour Hotel with Mason and Lucas, she felt as if her soul had been recharged. A single day out at sea had blown the dust from her mind and filled her lungs with fresh briny air. She made a decision to talk to Harry about getting a boat somewhere on the west coast. It wasn’t as if money was an issue, and she really missed sailing.
It was clear the twins did, too. They hadn’t stopped smiling all day. They each had a little color on their cheeks, and their eyes sparkled.
“Shall we eat here or do you want to go and find a fancy restaurant?” Mason asked, unlocking the door to their suite.
“You two decide, you’re the birthday boys.”
The glanced at each other.
“The hotel restaurant seems nice,” Lucas said with a shrug.
“Aye, I agree.” Mason nodded
“Don’t say that because you’re worried about me being tired. I’m okay.” She stepped into the room and kicked off her soft deck shoes. “Well, nothing a cup of tea won’t fix.”
“Tea coming right up.” Lucas stepped past her and reached for the kettle.
“I looked at the menu, for the restaurant here.” Mason stripped off his t-shirt then fiddled with the air-conditioning panel. “They do haggis.”
“They do not?” Olivia with a laughed.
“Aye, they do.”
“Well, I guess that’s decided then.” She wriggled out of her maternity shorts. “As you’ve been saying for weeks you fancy haggis.”
He grinned. “Perfect birthday dinner.”
“I’m going to take a shower,” she said, running her fingers through her hair. “Wash this sea spray out.”
“You want your cup of tea before or after your shower?” Lucas asked.
“After is fine.”
The hotel’s bathroom was large and luxurious. Olivia stood in the shower wondering if her men would join her. They’d both dived into the sea when they’d anchored up in a small bay, so would likely be salty.
But as she washed her hair, then soaped her body, she realized they were leaving her alone.
She rinsed off, then stepped out and dried. This was the first time she’d been alone with both Lucas and Mason, really alone. Sure, they’d both slept in the main bed with her, but on those occasions, there hadn’t been sex. Lucas was still only interested in one-on-one time with her. Mason, however, was quite happy to join in with any of the other guys if there was fun to be had.
Will all that change tonight?
She’d told Lucas once that her fantasy was to be with both him and Mason. Would she ever get that?
She drew a circle in the steam on the mirror, then combed her wet hair and brushed her teeth. She added some of the coco butter body lotion Raul had insisted she use on her bump to keep her skin soft and supple. He said his sister-in-law swore by it.
Walking out in the large suite, she glanced at the view. Twilight had stretched over the city, and the room was in semi-darkness.
“Hey,” Mason said, stepping up behind her. “Good shower?”
“Yes, I thought you might join me.”
He kissed her bare shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist. “We had something to discuss.”
“Did you?”
“Mmm.” He kissed up her neck.
As tingles went over her skin, she tipped her head to give him better access.
He hooked his fingers into the towel, where it was fastened in on itself over her breasts. Wit
h one quick flick, he released it and it fell to the floor, pooling at her feet.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror before her. Shadows spilled over her body, highlighting her fuller breasts, darker nipples, and the swell of her lower abdomen.
“You’re so beautiful,” Mason said, cupping her breasts.
She leaned back onto him, enjoying the sight and feel of his big hands. “Where’s Lucas?”
“I’m here.” He stood from a bucket chair in the corner of the room. He’d removed his top and wore only the sweats he liked to chill out in. His chest was so broad, his waist lean, and when he moved closer, she admired his chiseled abdominal muscles.
Mason slipped his touch lower, drifting over her belly to the juncture of her thighs. He pressed on her clit.
She was aware of her pussy dampening and of a need for more growing.
What have they got planned?
“How do you fancy a different kind of first course before dinner?” Mason murmured.
“What have you got in mind?”
He raised his head and grinned at her in the mirror. “An orgasm.”
“I like the sound of that.” She rested her hand over his thick forearm, feeling the tendons move beneath the surface of her skin as he worked her clit. “Mmm, that’s nice.”
“This is going to be nicer.” He removed his touch and gently applied pressure to her shoulders. “Bend over, so you’re facing the mirror.”
She did as he’d asked, watching as Lucas stepped next to his brother so they were both directly behind her.
Mason set his palms on her buttocks, then moved his hands upward, sweeping up then down her back. She shivered in anticipation of what was to come. There was something undeniably sexy and a little vulnerable about being bent over, ass offered to two big guys. Her breasts felt heavy, too, in a sensual, sexy way, as they hung down.
Mason ran his hand down the cleft of her buttocks, over her asshole, to her entrance. Gently, he pushed in.
She gripped him with her internal muscles, enjoying the way her arousal eased his journey.
He tipped his fingers and stroked over her G-spot.
She groaned and rested her forehead on the dresser, the cool wood pressing against her forehead.
He repeated the action, and another groan rumbled up from her chest. It was almost out of her control, that noise; it came from deep within her.
“You like it just here?” he asked.
“Yes.” He was so damn good at hitting that spot.
He worked her for another minute, until her breaths quickened and the moans spilled into one another and she bucked back for more. She wondered what Lucas was thinking, watching his brother finger-fuck her, but it was only a fleeting thought—what she was experiencing was too damn nice to be distracted from.
“Have you hit her G-spot before?” Mason asked.
“I guess,” Lucas answered.
“You’d know if you did. Here, put your finger next to mine.”
Lucas came closer. Another finger slid into her pussy.
She curled her toes as her flesh stretched, then lifted her head to look in the mirror.
Mason and Lucas both wore the same expression of concentration as they studied her.
Mason shifted his fingers. “Rub just here.”
A firm stroke brushed over her internal wall, not quite where she needed it. “Don’t stop,” she said, hoping she’d get cock soon.
“No, down a bit,” Mason said.
There was gentle movement inside her.
“Can you feel it? The skin is a bit ridged, firmer.”
“Aye.”
Another solid stroke. It seemed to go right through her pussy, filling her with want. A low, guttural groan wound up from her chest, and she rested her head on the dresser again. It felt so good.
Mason chuckled. “That’s the spot. When she moans like that, you’ve got it.”
“Aye, it’s nice, that moan.”
Lucas was stimulating her now. Or at least she thought it was him. “I want to come.”
“You will, hen. Not how you usually do, but you will,” Mason said.
Olivia hoped that meant she’d be getting both the twins, as she’d dreamed of.
“Fuck her, Lucas,” Mason said. “And use your freckled cock tip to work that bit you’re rubbing now.”
“Hey.” Lucas huffed. “Leave the freckle out of it.” He withdrew, and Olivia raised her head to protest.
But Mason was at her side—he’d spun a ladder-backed chair around so he was straddling it, elbows crossed over the top. His face was close to hers, and excitement danced in his eyes. “You ready?”
“Yes.” She licked her lips; they were dry from her heavy breathing.
Lucas’s cock was there, nudging her entrance. She balled her hands into fists and tried to relax for his entry.
Holding her hips, he eased in. He’d angled his cock so he got a good firm ride over her internal hot spot.
She closed her eyes, groaned, and gave up trying to watch him.
“No.” Mason wrapped her hair in his fist and tugged so she was facing the mirror again. “Look, watch him.”
She opened her eyes. Lucas was glorious, all broad and toned. His chest had a damp glow in the center.
Slowly, he reached full depth, then he pulled almost out and slid back in.
Again her G-spot got a lovely deep massage.
She moaned.
“Is he doing it right for you?” Mason asked.
“Yes, oh yes.”
“You feel amazing, Olivia,” Lucas said, releasing her hips and tracing the shape of her ass. “You’ve got me so hard.”
“I can tell.” She blew out a breath. The pressure was building. “I need my clit, too…I need…” She reached downward, past her bump to between her legs.
“No.” Mason grabbed her wrist. “No clitoral stimulation. Come with your G-spot.”
“I can’t. I haven’t. Before.”
“There’s a first time for everything.” He stroked her hair. “It will take a bit longer but it will be worth it. And there’s two of us, so don’t worry about one of us coming before you do, we’ve got back-up.”
“But I can’t.” She needed to come. Find her release.
“Shh, of course you can.”
She clenched around Lucas.
“Ah fuck,” he groaned, holding her hips again. “Keep doing that and I will come before you.”
“My clit,” she said, almost on a wail.
“No.” Mason’s voice was firm. “I want to see you come with only our cocks inside you, no clit.”
Lucas felt so good, rhythmically fucking her. But was it enough to orgasm? She felt feverish with longing, her heart was skipping along and her juices were flowing. But could she reach climax?
Mason certainly seemed to think so.
She concentrated on sensation and allowed the pressure to build from the point inside her pussy wall.
“Are you getting near?” Lucas asked after several minutes.
“Yes…yes, I think so.”
“Good, because I am.” His voice was strained. “Fuck. I’m getting too close.”
Mason quickly stood. “Here, let me.”
Lucas withdrew.
In an instant, Mason had shoved his shorts off and was positioned at her entrance. He glided his smooth cock tip in, rubbing over her G-spot.
“Oh, God,” she groaned. “Please, don’t stop.”
Lucas didn’t sit. He stood at her side, gripping his erection, his thumb over the slit as though willing himself not to come. His entire body was tense.
Mason set up a slow but steady pace, each inward ride drawing a groan from her. She couldn’t control it—the sensation was heady, intoxicating, it was getting more so with each thrust.
“Fuck, you’re going to have to take over,” Mason said breathlessly. “I’m too near now.”
Lucas nodded.
Within a second they’d switched, an almost seamless moveme
nt. Lucas gripped her hips and drove over her G-spot.
“I can’t, I can’t tip over the edge,” she cried. “I need it on my clit, too.”
Mason was back on the seat. He cupped her chin and turned her to face him. “No, you don’t. Trust me. Just push through it, if you need to pee, you don’t, that’s the orgasm starting.”
“How can you possibly know that?” She gasped and tensed.
“Because I’ve been told it’s how it happens, how it feels.”
“No, not that, I mean how do you know I don’t need to pee. I always need to pee these days.”
He kind of chuckled. “That’s a new kink, I suppose.”
“Don’t mock me.” She straightened her arms, locking her elbows.
The slight tilt of her body created a new sensation, even denser than before. Suddenly she got it. It made sense. There was her orgasm. It was deep, so deep, and blooming with a power she knew she wouldn’t be able to contain.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” Mason said, studying her face.
“Fuck.” She panted. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Oh, God. Are you coming?” Lucas asked. “Fuck, you’re squeezing my dick so tight.”
“Don’t stop,” she cried. “Yes. It’s here.”
“Jesus Christ.” His cock swelled within her. His fingers tightened on her hips.
“No, no, don’t stop.” She could sense him coming; his root had thickened and was as hard as concrete, stretching the flesh at her entrance. “Not yet.”
“I can’t…help it.”
Mason stood. He fisted his cock.
Lucas came inside her as the first spasm of her orgasm took control.
“Please, more.” If he stopped now, she didn’t know if she’d survive the disappointment. She cried out, the sound rattling through her brain.
Lucas was still pumping into her, but his speed was waning. She needed it firm and fast on the exact place he’d been working.
“Move,” Mason said. “Now.”
For a second she was empty, her pussy spasming around nothing, which was very unsatisfying. Then suddenly, big, hard cock filled her, plundering over her G-spot.
She cried out again, relief washing through her. Her orgasm was continuing. She’d worked hard for it. Been promised it.
“Ah, yeah, keep coming. Like that.” Mason gripped her hair again, tugging so she was forced to look in the mirror. “Come around my cock. God, you’re so wet in here.”