Safe and Coasting with Ecstasy [The Heroes of Silver Island 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tonya Ramagos

  Her strangled sounds of ecstasy met each plunge, her pussy grinding against his face, and her muscles tightening his tongue. Then she stilled, her body going rigid before it relaxed as her orgasm escaped.

  Charlie greedily lapped the river of cream that exploded onto his tongue, filling his mouth and overwhelming his taste buds. He licked her until he’d drank every drop before easing back and slowly returning her foot to the floor.

  “Damn, that was amazing.”

  Mett’s gruffly spoken words drew Charlie’s attention up to him. Kimberly hadn’t moved. Her arms were still locked behind Mett’s neck, her perfect breasts rising and falling in ragged breaths. A soft, contented smile was on her lips and her eyes slowly fluttered open.

  “Have you tasted her yet?”

  “Yeah.”

  Charlie grinned. “Then you already know how amazing she is.”

  “Guys,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “I don’t want to complain, especially after that, but it’s a bit weird when you talk about me like I’m not right here.”

  Charlie pushed to his feet, yanking off his shirt as he straightened in front of her. He toed off his shoes, shucked his pants and briefs down his legs and kicked them aside as he reached for her. He should probably lay her down, but he knew he’d never make it to the bedroom and the kitchen floor would be way too hard. He couldn’t wait another second to sink into her sweet heat again.

  Mett’s hands fell from her waist and her arms unlocked from the man’s neck as Charlie caught her hips and lifted her into his arms. He cradled her ass in his hands as her legs and arms immediately wound around him, her ankles locking and her hands turning to grip his shoulders from behind.

  A dazzling smile unfolded on her lips and her eyes twinkled with amusement. “This is new.”

  “I can’t wait. I need you now, baby.” He lowered her body onto his erect cock, sliding easily inside the sodden heat of her cunt.

  “Oh, God.” Her eyes glazed over as he used his hold on her ass to control the movements as he made love to her.

  Needing the leverage, he turned and pressed her against the countertop, pulling his hips back and plunging hard, fast, and deep inside her pussy until his balls drew up tightly and the pressure built in his shaft.

  “Come for me again, baby,” he ground through gritted teeth as he fought to hold onto his control until he felt her come apart around him.

  She was almost there. He could feel it in the way her muscles tightened, the way her breathing changed, and her fingers turned to vises on his shoulders.

  “Charlie, I’m almost, oh, yeah.”

  He knew just where to touch her to send her over the edge. He steadied her weight in one hand, reached between their bodies with the other, and found her clit with the pad of his thumb. In seconds, she was screaming his name as a second orgasm overtook her body.

  He gritted his teeth, waiting for her to finish before he finally let his own release go.

  * * * *

  Mett didn’t know what to do. He stood with his hands fisted at his sides, watching as his brother spilled his seed inside of his woman. Except, Kimberly wasn’t just his woman. She belonged to Charlie, too. Holding her as Charlie had pleasured her, listening to soft, sultry sounds, the things Charlie had done to her had drawn from her sensuous lips, and witnessing the ecstasy his brother had given her had been almost as satisfying as making love to her himself.

  Who the hell was he kidding? He hadn’t even come close to the mind-blowing bliss he’d experienced when he’d made love to her. Still, it had been oddly arousing, even if the sight had twisted his gut in knots of jealousy.

  He studied her as she made the gradual return from her sexual heaven to the reality of the finish. She was positively glowing with happiness. Her smile when her eyes fluttered open and she gazed at Charlie shined with love and contentment. It was the kind of smile a woman was supposed to have on her face, the kind that told him she was truly happy.

  “Wow,” she said on a half-laugh as she pushed away strands of her hair that had fallen into her face. “That was…just…wow.”

  Charlie chuckled. “Yeah?” He cupped her chin and captured her mouth in a long, heated kiss. “I’ll have to remember you like it rough and wild now and then.”

  “Mmm,” she purred, still smiling at him, her fingers playing in the back of his hair. “Please do.”

  Mett didn’t move. At least he didn’t mean to. He must have, though, because her attention shifted to him and a dart of shock shot through her eyes, quickly followed by compassion and apology.

  The smile on her lips started to dim as she unwound her arms from Charlie’s neck. “Put me down, please.”

  Charlie released her, his hands staying on her long enough to be sure she could stand on her own before slowly falling away.

  She held Mett’s gaze as she closed the distance between them, one hand immediately lifting to cup his cheek. “Are you okay?”

  The concern in her eyes penetrated his chest like an emotional knife. Damn it, her smile had faded because of him. His actions were worrying her at a time when she should’ve been at her happiest. He couldn’t explain what was going through his mind. Everything had gotten all jumbled and out-of-sorts when Charlie had started to undress her.

  “I guess I’m feeling a little left out,” he admitted, not sure if it was the entire truth, but it was the only explanation that came to mind. He didn’t care how vulnerable the statement made him sound. The woman had weakened him from the moment he’d met her, awakened things inside him no other woman had ever done.

  The smile returned to her lips, but it held a mischievous seductiveness that hadn’t been there moments ago. “Do you mind if I fix that for you?” She reached for the button of his pants as she asked the question, worked it free, and tugged down the zipper.

  He opened his mouth to answer, but nearly bit off his tongue when her delicate hand pushed inside his jeans and curled around his cock. “Christ,” he breathed and then gulped as she pulled his cock from his pants and began working his shaft in slow, gently pressured strokes.

  “I’ll take that as a no.” Amusement laced her tone as she sank to her knees in front of him, tugging on his jeans with her free hand in an attempt to pull them off his hips.

  More out of reflex than intention, Mett pushed his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and briefs and shucked both down his legs. She glanced up at him from beneath her lashes, her eyes glinting with the amusement he’d heard in her voice.

  “Thank you.” Her attention returned to his dick, her hand moving up and down his shaft like a blanket of the softest satin. “Mmm, that’s much better.”

  Mett watched her as the tip of her tongue peeked from between her lips and flicked over his cockhead, delved inside the slit, and gathered the bead of pre-cum she found beading there. His knees jerked, threatening to buckle beneath him as she moaned as if his cum was the most scrumptious thing she’d ever tasted, and his eyes started to roll into his head.

  His gaze locked on Charlie’s instead. His brother had turned his back to the counter and was leaning against it, his arms folded over his chest, and his full attention on them. “Let me know how good she is at that. I haven’t yet had the pleasure of her hot little mouth on my cock.”

  “Fuck.” The word spilled from Mett’s lips on a half-sigh and half-laugh that surprised him. Leave it to Charlie to be the comic relief right now, even if it hadn’t been his intention. He dropped his gaze to Kimberly again in time to see her shoot Charlie a look over her shoulder.

  “You’ve already had your turn. I’ll get to you next time,” she told him. “Right now, I’m a little busy.” She glanced up at Mett again and waggled her brows. “Or at least I’m about to be.”

  A temptress’s smile tilted her lips as she closed them around his cockhead. Her delicate fingers were still curled around his shaft and she tightened her grip ever so slightly as she returned to working his length in slow and easy tugs as her mouth sucked the
pleasure-tortured crest.

  Her mouth was hot, tight, drawing on his cockhead, as her tongue rasped the ultrasensitive flesh beneath it. Her cheeks hollowed as she took more of his length into her mouth, pausing when his cockhead bumped the back of her throat. Her hand fell away and he felt her throat relax as she swallowed his shaft until her lips met with the base of his body. She reached between his legs, cupped his balls in her fingers, and massaged the taut sac.

  Brutal pleasure tore through him as her head started to bob on his cock, her fingers caressing his balls in a mirroring torturous rhythm that stole his sanity. He fisted his hands tighter at his sides, wanting to burying them in her hair as the need to fuck her mouth attempted to take control. He wouldn’t allow himself to do that. This moment was obviously as much for her as it was for him. Instead, he let his head fall back and fought to breathe as her mouth and hand did wondrous things to his cock and balls.

  Pressure started to build, throbbing for a way out. As mind-altering as it felt to have her sweet mouth wrapped around his cock, he didn’t want it to end this way. His dick throbbed in a raging demand to be inside the hot confines of her pussy. She started to suck his cock faster, harder, and his hands shot out, gently but firmly latching onto her upper arms as a primal growl left his throat. He used that hold to pull her back, her mouth leaving his cock with an audible pop as he hauled her to her feet.

  Disappointment moved through her face and she pouted as she looked up at him.

  “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so very sorry.” He dragged the pad of his thumb beneath her lower lip. “That felt good, too damn good. I don’t want to come that way this time. I need you. I need to be inside you.”

  The pout morphed to a pleased smile that stole his heart. Not that she didn’t own it already. He was in love with her. Every part of him belonged to her and it always would.

  “I’ll accept your apology only if you promise to make love to me right here, right now.” Her arms wound around his neck and she pulled his mouth down to hers. “I need you, too, Mett. I need you inside me.”

  “The bed, sweetheart,” he said just before she kissed him.

  She shook her head and pulled back. “Too far away. Here. Now.”

  His senses reeled, his mind battling with propriety and the intense yearning to make love to her that was blazing out of control. He caught her hips, spun her around in his embrace, and absently noted Charlie moving further down the counter as Mett slowly bent her forward.

  Her hands flattened on the edge of the countertop, her ass extending, and he had to bend his knees to align his body in the position he needed to enter her. He curled his fingers around the base of his shaft, poised it at her sodden opening, and felt the heat of her sultry body seep into the head of his dick even before he started to inch his way inside her.

  He cupped the cheeks of her ass, parting the soft curves as he slid balls deep into her clenching pussy. Emotions ripped through his soul as soft moans of pleasure escaped her lips. She eased her hips forward, pushed back on his cock, and settled with him into a measured pace that had them both panting as they climbed the edge together.

  She reached around their bodies, her fingers digging into the side of his thigh, and her forehead fell to rest on the countertop. She cried out as her body went taut in his embrace a nanosecond before she fell apart. She shook from her head to her toes as the orgasm rocked her, her inner muscles spasming around his cock, milking his release.

  Mett growled with the force of it as semen jutted from the head of his cock, filling her, and rendering his body totally useless. Sated and spent, he folded himself over her and reveled in the aftermath.

  Chapter Seven

  Kimberly quietly opened the front door and stepped into the twilight, easing the door closed behind her. She shoved her hands in the pockets of her jacket as she walked down the steps and hit the driveway, her mind reeling. She’d left Mett and Charlie sleeping soundly in her bed. It amazed her that she’d managed to untangle herself from their embraces and sneak out without waking them.

  A gentle breeze moved the air as she reached the street and she suppressed a shiver. She wouldn’t be cold if she’d stayed in bed between the men she loved. Her fantasy had come true and what was she doing?

  Going for a walk because you need the time to think.

  Yeah, that was it in a nutshell. Though she desperately wanted to be back between them again, she needed distance, a while to get her head straight, and to figure out how to convince her heart of what her mind was already starting to realize.

  The sound of a car door shutting drew her attention left. Deputy Rhett Letson hooked his thumbs in his gun belt as he sauntered toward her.

  “Kimberly, what are you doing out at this time of the morning?” He shot a furtive glance at the sky. “Hell, it isn’t even morning yet.”

  “Almost. The sun will be rising in a few minutes. I got up early yesterday and watched it come up through my living room window for the first time in years. It was so beautiful, I thought I would do it again today, only I wanted to see it from the beach.”

  Rhett pursed his lips and slowly nodded. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?”

  She gave him a small smile. “Yeah, that, too.”

  “Drake said two guys brought you home yesterday. He was pretty sure it was Coasties you’ve been seeing.” His eyes narrowed. “Are you trying to make a stealthy escape or something?”

  Kimberly threw her head back and laughed. “No. Mett and Charlie are still asleep. And, yes, Drake’s right about them being the guys with the Coast Guard. I didn’t want to wake them.”

  Rhett gestured to the one of the passages to the beach between a couple of cottages across the street. “Then it looks like the two of us are going for a walk.”

  “Do you mind?” She didn’t bother to argue even though she would rather be alone. She’d given her word to the sheriff that she wouldn’t go anywhere without taking someone with her.

  “Are you kidding? I’m all up for an excuse to stretch my legs for a while.”

  “Have you been out here all night?” she asked as they fell into step together.

  “Nah, I took over for Drake a few hours ago.”

  Kimberly shot him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry the two of you had to spend Christmas Day and night stuck in a patrol car. I told John he could at least give you a break while I was off the island.”

  Rhett shook his head. “The sheriff wanted to make sure no one got near your place even while you were gone. He’s not taking any chances after what happened to Lara when her stalker managed to get onto the island without anyone knowing it.”

  Kimberly sighed, toed off the tennis shoes she’d put on before she left her cottage, and bent to scoop them up as they hit the sand. “I know.”

  “Hey, don’t sweat it. Drake and I volunteered to take the Christmas shift. Everybody else has a woman. We’re just two lonely deputies doing what we can to keep the island safe.”

  “You won’t be lonely long,” she predicted. “Some lucky woman is going to step onto this island and the two of you are going to fall badge over boots in love with her.”

  He chuckled, but sobered almost immediately. “Maybe. I’m not sure we’re really ready for it yet. Hell, we may never be.”

  Kimberly dragged a hand down his shoulder, hoping to offer him a bit of comfort. She didn’t know the story behind what had happened between Rhett, Drake, and the last woman they had shared. She only knew it hadn’t ended well.

  “When the time is right, the two of you will know if you’re ready.”

  The corner of his lips twitched in a hint of a smile. “Is that what you’re doing out here this morning without your men, trying to decide if the time is right?”

  “Something like that.” She stopped walking when they reached the water’s edge and shivered when the cold saltwater splashed over her toes.

  “You’re going to catch pneumonia,” Rhett warned.

  “I’m not going to walk in the water.”
She backed away from the surf. “I just wanted the quick jolt.” Turning, she angled her head at him. “Would you mind hanging back? I know I promised I wouldn’t go anywhere alone, but I could use a few minutes with my thoughts.”

  “Go ahead. I’ll keep you in my sights.”

  “Thanks, Rhett.” She walked away from him, keeping her steps slow as she tipped her chin up and watched the first glimmers of pink and orange appear in the sky.

  Tears blurred her vision as she let Mett and Charlie consume her thoughts. Last night with them had been almost perfect. Almost. But it hadn’t been right and, deep down, she knew why. Mett had been struggling more than Charlie, but both of them had been battling intense emotions while one watched her make love with the other one. Though she’d made love to each of them twice, they’d taken turns with her, barely touching her while the other brother had his time with her.

  They’d shared her, but an uncomfortable tension had been between them the whole time. She had come to the realization while she’d lain cuddled between them that Mett had been right all along and Charlie felt it, too, though he hadn’t said it. They had tried to give her what she wanted, but neither of them had been truly happy.

  “You’ve got to let them go,” she whispered as a single tear trickled down her cheek. “It’s the only way.”

  She wouldn’t allow them to live in silent misery just to make her happy. Sure, she could keep one of them, but what would that choice do to the bond the men shared as both brothers and friends? There was no way she could live with herself if she destroyed that. And how would she choose anyway? She’d fallen in love with both of them.

  No, cutting the ties now before any of them came out totally devastated was the only option she could see. Her mind knew that. Her heart was breaking from it. But it would mend in time and somehow she would learn to go on with her life.

  She folded her arms beneath her breasts as she walked, longing for a comfort she couldn’t give herself, and shot a glance over her shoulder. She’d gone farther than she’d realized, but she could still see Rhett standing where she’d left him at the water’s edge. Another man she didn’t recognize now stood with him. From his size and build, she thought it looked like Al, one of the men from the nudists’ colony on the island. Though she couldn’t see him clearly, she could tell the man was wearing clothes. Then again, the nudists were required to cover themselves when they ventured into the public areas of the island.