by Calista Fox
Bayli eyed Christian and Rory, and while wagging a finger between the two of them, asked, “Did you both … with Lily?” Her brow crooked.
“Just Christian,” Rory told her. “She’s not my type.”
“It was very casual,” Christian said. “And over before it was even officially over.”
“Huh. Not sure I know what that means, but okay. Anyway, I need to call Joyce and tell her it’s back to Barneys, Bloomingdale’s, and Bergdorf’s for us in the morning.”
Rory’s arm wound around her waist and his head lowered to hers. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Not exactly thrilled my personal belongings have been reduced to rubble and all those outfits we bought for the show are nothing but strips of cloth and unraveled thread. And, yes, I am pretty angry. Mad as hell, to be honest. But mostly, I’m just devastated that I didn’t think to put my bracelet back on. I always wear it, but I didn’t want it to get caught on the rim of the washer and then I was in a hurry and didn’t remember to get it from the jewelry box.”
“Was the bracelet insured?” Rory asked.
She smirked at him. “Come on, Rory. This is me you’re talking to. It was maybe worth twenty-five bucks. But it was a birthday present from my mom and I cherished it. Now it’s nothing but fairy dust.”
His jaw worked, and she could see in his eyes that he wanted to tell her he and Christian would buy her a new one. But he also understood the significance that particular bracelet held for her and that it truly couldn’t be replaced. So he didn’t say a word.
Bayli went to the foyer to retrieve her cell from her coat pocket and placed the call to Joyce. Then tried to find ways to distract herself so that she didn’t dwell on the fact that some guy in a Japanese prison just might be miffed to high heaven that she had a boyfriend.
Thank God he didn’t know she had two of them!
* * *
“This scenery is absolutely breathtaking,” Bayli said as she sat in a window seat of the private jet and marathon-snapped photos of the coastline with her iPhone.
From beside her, Rory told her, “Brian’s taking photos with his high-tech digital camera. I’m sure he’ll be happy to share some with you.”
“Sure, if I pay him royalties when I want to post his copyrighted material on my Web site or Facebook page. But beyond that, the point is that I’m here, taking these shots myself. Get it?”
“Got it.” Rory chuckled. Then he said, “So that’s our cove right there on the end.”
“And such a beautiful resort.”
“Actually, we’re staying in a house in the hills,” Christian chimed in. “That house, to be exact.”
There was only one tucked into the tree-covered hillside and it faced the ocean. Completely out of eyeshot of the resort, where the production crew was staying. Bayli had assumed she, Rory, and Christian would stay at the hotel as well, but it was exciting to know they’d have a whole house to themselves. She took a few pictures of it, along with the cove, with one large mound of rocks rising above the water and several smaller conglomerations the waves broke against, sending whitecaps shooting into the air. Then the water smoothed out to form the semi-circular lagoon.
The beach was pristine, though she’d read in a travel magazine that the sand could be a bit rough on the feet. Not to mention hot. A heat wave rolling through the region didn’t help matters, and the forecast called for high temps and humidity. She figured hotel guests would be spending most of their time in the numerous pools sprawled across the vast property, including the swim-up pools edging the bottom-floor rooms and the spas on some of the patios.
The entire area was gorgeously scenic and Bayli was racking up the photos. Even as they landed at the small airport and stepped off the plane into the blazing heat, she snapped shots of the palapa-topped terminal. It wasn’t air-conditioned, unfortunately, but they were whisked through Customs and into an SUV with the frigid air blasting in no time. The crew followed in three vans with their equipment and luggage.
They wound through the cozy town and Bayli made dozens of notes in her book. She mostly had her logistics plotted out with the cameramen to capture the unique features of the region, but it was something altogether different to be here in person rather than home using the Internet for research.
Plus, Bayli planned to spend time interviewing locals while Rory was meeting with his chefs. They’d end up with a lot of decisions to make after a few days, but she had a feeling it was going to be a rich, fruitful endeavor.
The vans split off at one juncture to head to the resort, and the SUV continued on to a private gated drive.
They traveled to the very southern tip of the cove and passed through more gates that opened to a lush lawn with vibrantly colored flora and full palm trees. There were fountains and beautifully trimmed topiary. And an enormous two-story house that stretched before them.
Staff assisted with their luggage as Bayli, Christian, and Rory passed through the glass doors and crossed the marbled floor, taking in the open, spacious quarters. Rory inspected the gourmet kitchen. Bayli admired the ocean view from the wall of windows, and the long, narrow infinity-edge pool that flowed from one end of the house to the other.
The patio was laden with comfortable-looking rattan lounge chairs with turquoise-colored cushions. There were tables and chairs scattered everywhere. Several large hammered-bronze cauldrons served as fire pits.
“Nice little getaway?” Christian asked from behind her as his arms slipped around her waist.
“Sensational little getaway. I could live here and be a very happy girl.”
He laughed. “You’re easy to please.”
“Are we still talking about the getaway?”
“Mm,” he murmured as his lips skimmed her neck, sending a shiver along her spine. “Rory and I do enjoy how open-minded and receptive you are.”
She gazed at him in the reflection of the tall glass panes. “I’m not sure what’s generating the most heat. The fact that this wall of windows faces the sun … or you.”
His erection pressed to the cleft of her ass as his hands skated upward and he palmed her breasts. Squeezed the mounds as they grew heavy with desire.
“Now’s not exactly the time to get frisky with me,” she chided. “There are people around.”
“They’re leaving. Everything’s taken care of here.” His tongue swirled around that sensitive spot at her nape. Then he whispered against her damp skin, “It’s just you, me, and Rory.”
Christian unbuttoned her blouse and slid the material down her arms.
“Starting the party without me?” Rory asked as he sexily strutted into the living room.
“I knew you’d come around shortly,” Christian told him.
“Pun intended, eh?” Rory grinned mischievously. Then he reached for the material of his shirt at the back of his neck and hauled it over his head, dropping the garment on the polished floor.
Bayli sighed lustfully as she watched Rory slowly saunter toward them while Christian released the clasp of her bra, between her breasts.
“I want to lick every inch of you,” she told Rory. Then let out a throaty moan as Christian’s fingers and thumbs toyed with her nipples, making them hard.
Rory kissed her, hot and hard, before kneeling in front of her and shoving her short skirt up to her waist. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do to you,” he said. “Starting right here.”
He yanked her panties down her legs. His large hands skimmed up her legs, his thumbs caressing her inner thighs, making the flesh quiver. His tongue swept over her pussy lips, licking enthusiastically, then suckling the sensitive folds with his mouth, then licking again. Purposely avoiding her throbbing clit. Teasing her. Driving her wild.
Just as Christian’s kisses on her neck and his hands on her breasts did. He knew she liked him squeezing and fondling. Knew she climbed a bit higher when he pinched her nipples into tight peaks that tingled and ached for more.
She snaked an arm around C
hristian’s flexed biceps and craned her neck to kiss him. His tongue delved deep and she could feel the erratic beats of his pulse and heart. She threaded her fingers through Rory’s hair as he finally homed in on the swollen pearl between her legs and suckled deep.
Christian caught her moan in his mouth. Her knees nearly buckled. These two men were sensational together. And when Rory’s fingers slid into her slick canal as his tongue fluttered over her clit she came instantly.
TWENTY
Rory’s cock pulsated against the fly of his dress pants. He’d been aching for some time now to be the one to take Bayli’s ass, but he’d been holding back, letting Christian top her because he possessed much more control than Rory did when it came to this woman. Rory had decided it was best for her to get used to them both fucking her, but above that, he’d needed to find a way to dial down his intensity so that he didn’t get carried away. Didn’t hurt her.
But tasting her, stroking her, making her come, had him teeming with the need to finally feel his dick buried in her small hole while Christian thrust up into her.
So Rory stood, kissed her, then murmured, “I want you to come even harder.”
She gave a weak, giddy grin. “I never, ever complain about that.”
Rory swept her into his arms.
“Hey,” she quipped. “Don’t go getting all sweet and romantic on me. I might start thinking you like me.”
“You really are a sassy one.”
She nuzzled his neck with her arms around him. Over Rory’s shoulder, she said to Christian, “Come along. I have a feeling this is about to get naughty.”
“If Rory and I have any say in the matter.” He stripped off his shirt and followed them up the curving suspended staircase.
“You both have every say in the matter,” she said in a flirtatious tone.
“Good,” Rory told her. “Because we’re going to try something different.”
“Notice how I don’t wig about that anymore. I like trying new things.” She nipped his earlobe, sending a bolt of lightning straight to his groin.
“And you’ve become quite addictive,” he admitted.
“Aw, flattery. Coming from Angsty Chef. How I’ll cherish this moment.”
From behind them, Christian gave a half snort. “You’ve tamed him,” he told Bayli. “But who the hell is going to tame you?”
“I was too tame to begin with,” she said. “A little sauciness is apparently just what you two need.”
“You have that in spades,” Rory assured her as they crossed the open mezzanine and entered the master suite. Rory dropped her in the middle of the enormous bed.
“Very caveman-like,” she grumbled. “So much for taming you.”
He whisked off her clothes as Christian cranked the AC to high so that he could pull back the drapes on the long wall of windows and the patio doors. The heat rolled into the room, but the crisp air pumping in from the vents kept the temperature moderate while allowing them all to enjoy the panoramic view of turquoise water for as far as the eye could see, with no other land in sight.
Both men undressed. Christian had snagged his laptop bag before coming upstairs and he pulled out a few condoms and packets of lubricant.
Rory joined Bayli on the bed, settling behind her as she sat on the edge. He hooked his hands under her thighs and coaxed her to widen her legs so that she bent them at her knees and planted her feet along the outside of his thighs. She leaned back against his chest. Christian moved in from the front. She reached for him and kissed him as Rory filled his palms with her breasts and kneaded roughly while liquid fire rushed through his veins.
Christian’s fingers eased into her pussy, massaged slowly. He dragged his mouth from Bayli’s and said, “She’s so damn wet.”
“Good.” Rory’s hands slid away from her and he sheathed himself, adding extra lube. Christian innately seemed to know what Rory had in mind. He withdrew his fingers just as Rory’s palms slid under Bayli’s ass and he both lifted her up and spread her cheeks at the same time. He held her balancing just above the tip of his cock as she clung to Christian, her fingers coiling into his biceps.
“Slow,” Christian warned.
“I know.” Rory’s teeth gritted. He wanted her so badly that his cock throbbed almost painfully and his muscles turned to stone. His heart thumped against his ribs and he tried to keep himself in check so that he didn’t fill her with one forceful thrust.
“Rory.” She tried coercing him with her sultry tone. “Don’t tease me.”
“This isn’t teasing. This is me trying to be really, really careful.”
“But I already know what to expect. Christian has—”
“Been gentle,” Christian interjected.
“I’ve wanted you like this from the very beginning,” Rory reminded her. He eased her down so that his cockhead pressed against her tight hole. “Fuck,” he groaned.
“Rory,” she urged again. “I want to feel you. All of you. Every inch of you.”
He lowered her a tiny bit, so that his tip penetrated.
She let out a soft cry. “Yes. More.”
Everything inside of Rory pulled taut. God, he wanted her like this. Wanted to feel her surrounding him, grinding against him. Wanted to fill her as Christian fucked her.
So Rory gradually eased her down, not plunging recklessly, just allowing her to take him inside her at her own pace. Until he was suddenly fully encased in her heat and she was whimpering evocatively while still clutching at Christian’s muscles.
“Oh, hell,” Rory murmured as emotion flowed through him to mix with the excitement burning in his gut.
Christian leaned into Bayli, and Rory experienced the solid width of him as his cock slid into her pussy, stretching her as Rory did.
She moaned, low and throaty.
Rory did everything in his power to keep his hips still, to keep his butt from clenching and pushing deeper into her. He held her legs spread wide with his hands under her thighs and let Christian set the steady pace.
“Oh, God,” she said on a sliver of air. “Oh, my fucking God.”
“Don’t tense up,” Rory whispered in her ear.
Her head fell back against his shoulder. He kissed, then nipped at her neck. Sexy, erotic sounds tumbled from her parted lips.
Rory could feel Christian increase his tempo slightly. Until they were all smoothly rocking together and Rory was half out of his mind, Bayli was murmuring almost incoherently, and Christian’s mouth was on her breast, toying with her nipple.
A distinct hunger ate at Rory. Not just the need to send them all over the edge but a sense of unity gripped him—that elusive sensation he and Christian had been searching for, for well over a decade when they’d discovered their mutual penchant for sharing women and their gift for pleasuring them.
This went beyond physical stimulation. Rory was completely taken by Bayli. And knew Christian was, too. They both had been … from the very beginning.
That got Rory going even more.
“Christian,” he said in a strained voice. “More.”
“Yes,” his friend agreed. And pumped with more gusto.
“Oh, yes!” Bayli wailed. “Yes!”
“Make her come,” Rory demanded. “Fuck her harder.”
His restraint was slipping. But the way Bayli writhed against him and loudly whimpered, completely uninhibited, spurred him on. He had to feel her come with his dick in her ass. To feel her cream seep from her wet pussy to his balls. To know he and Christian had worked her into this frenzy that took her even higher than ever before.
“This is so good,” she choked out. “So amazingly good.”
Christian’s hips bucked and Rory kept himself stabilized as her ass wiggled against his pelvis.
And then he heard the hitch in her breath and he knew she’d reached that point of no return.
“Harder, Christian,” he commanded.
Rory could feel how deep inside her Christian was. Could feel his powerful strokes. Bayli
was clutching them both and letting out breathy little moans.
And then she squeezed them both tight, screamed Rory’s name, followed by Christian’s. Rory absorbed the quaking of her body as the climax tore through her and she milked both their cocks.
He couldn’t hold on a second longer. “That’s it, honey. Christ, that’s so good. Bayli!” He erupted. Christian was right there with him. Their gazes locked on Bayli as she kept coming.
* * *
Later that evening, after Rory grilled mahimahi and served it with rice and steamed vegetables, Bayli lay between her two men, her arm wrapped around Rory’s waist as her breasts pressed to his back and Christian curled around her from behind, holding her close to him.
Her body felt incredible. Scintillatingly searing in some places, achy in a good way in others.
It was so exhilarating to teeter on this precipice of near perfection knowing that all she, Rory, and Christian had to do was give in to the emotions and sensations that wavered amongst them, hovered over them, permeated throughout them, and they’d all achieve something great. Something substantial. Something lifelong.
It was what Bayli wanted more than anything else.
More than being famous.
More than convincing herself that becoming a household name was the only way for her to feel as though her mother’s sacrifices weren’t in vain.
Bayli had become a part of something much bigger than herself … and that was the highest of highs she could ever ride.
* * *
She slept soundly with the crashing of waves hitting the shore, despite the doors being closed, because it was too damn hot to open them after they’d learned that doing so automatically shut off the air-conditioning—and Bayli simply couldn’t have that. The surf surged and broke powerfully, and the house was so close to its edge that the undulation and spray lulled her into a deep sleep and kept her suspended there. So, too, did the incredible orgasms Christian and Rory had given her. And the intimate cocoon the three of them created under the light covers.
Around nine the next morning, Bayli woke to the scent of strong coffee and huevos rancheros. She sat up in the empty bed, spying the breakfast waiting for her on a table in the corner and hearing the shower running in the bathroom.