by Angel Payne
A gasp burst from her. “Kellan!”
“Hmmm?”
“Ohhhh…Kellan…yesssss…”
The sight of her like this, shivering and squirming beneath him, was fucking exquisite. His cock pulsed a thousand times harder than during their impromptu WWE show. Damn, he loved doing this to her…controlling her very breaths with the subtle movements of his fingers. The mental rush was just as powerful as considering his hand smacking her ass.
You made the right call on that, man. She wasn’t ready for the spanking.
He’d just been preparing to start a finger fuck Lani would never forget but stilled his hand. If a freight train slammed the forest that very second, it wouldn’t have equaled the jolt from the voice crashing into his senses.
You made the right call.
Inside seconds, he knew why the affirmation had felt so strong. He and Lani weren’t the only ones out here. His nerve endings sizzled with the certainty of it, exactly how they did when he was about to squeeze the trigger on a dead-perfect shot. He raised his head and peered through the trees, needing to know if his intuition was on the mark…terrified that it would be. Wondering if he’d really find the one person on this earth with whom he shared a connection so strong, it bordered on a psychic mind meld at times.
Times like this.
When his gaze locked onto the eyes, deep and gold and more familiar than his own, he swallowed. And wondered if there was still a way to summon the freight train instead.
Logic stomped on his alarm. If Tait were going to mess this up for Lani and him, the guy would have done so already. Instinct as sure as his heartbeat assured him of that, the same way he knew Tait had his six on the decision to hold off on spanking Lani. He tossed a thankful smirk at Tait. His buddy returned the look, his way of not only apologizing for the asshat behavior of the other morning but also submitting his approval about fulfilling the goddess in any and every way she needed.
While he watched from where he was.
Ohhhh yeah. That assurance was written across Tait’s face too. Kellan saw it in the rigid set of T’s jaw, the brightened glints in his gaze. He wondered exactly what had gone down when Lani visited the guy this afternoon. The two of them hadn’t screwed; the stark longing on T’s face wouldn’t be so pronounced otherwise. Whatever had gone down, it turned Tait into tonight’s eager voyeur, staring at Lani like a forest butterfly who’d lead them to a plant that cured cancer. The heights of her journey were the key to his happiness. Tait gave a slow but firm nod confirming that fact, openly encouraging Kellan to go on.
Kellan gave his buddy a sardonic salute. If T was up for this, he sure as hell was.
There was just one more approval box to have checked off here. The most important one.
“My Starshine.” He made it a verbal caress to go with his gliding knuckles down her spine. He kept his other hand between her legs, gently stroking the moist petals there.
“Mmmm?” she queried, trembling from head to toe again.
“So, no spanking. What am I going to do with you, sweetheart?”
She gave him a coquettish peek over her shoulder. “You could just chase me again.”
He responded with a low growl, slipping both hands back to her waist again. She broke into a yelp as he tugged back hard, raising her ass to the level of his cock. Holy hell, did his body get on board with that geometry lesson. His dick pushed against his fly, clamoring for the fastest way to angle its way straight inside her. With gritted teeth, he sent his balls to detention.
Get out the chalk and start writing, guys. “I will not think of fucking her this soon… I will not think of fucking her this soon… I will not—”
“Nope. No more chasing, sweetheart. I think I just want to fuck you.”
He was never good at detention.
“Ohhhh.” Her answering moan was tinged with a little bit of lingering fear and a lot of burgeoning arousal. “That…sounds like an interesting plan.”
“Interesting is only half of it.”
“Oh?” She let the end of that trail into a meaningful sigh, staring over her shoulder as he tore off his shirt and tossed it into the ferns. He couldn’t resist slamming his chest to her spine once more and then dropping a hungry bite into her shoulder. A savage hiss exploded off her lips. She reared against him, inciting his cock with her ass again. When she started rolling her hips with sensual abandon, desire tore at his control.
“Fuck,” he rasped. It seemed their hunter-and-prey adventure turned her on more than he’d thought. Sure enough, when he slipped his grip inside her bikini top, her nipple stabbed his fingers, so beautifully stiff. It hardened more as he adored it with reverent squeezes. Lani stilled as he teased her there, erupting in another high, needful sigh.
“Mmmm. Your tits tell me you like the idea of interesting, sweetheart. Of letting me take you here in the middle of the jungle…of fucking you like an animal on the ground.”
“Yes.” Her acquiescence was a rough sough on the air. The raw need in it thickened every drop of his blood, especially the stuff pounding harder in his dick. “Yes,” she echoed, renewing her sexy hip rolls, making him pound even harder. “Take me like this, Kellan. Fill me. Fuck me!”
Holy shit, the woman talked nasty like nobody he’d ever met. Her dirty pleas made him bring his other hand around so he could unhook her swimsuit and set her breasts free. The swells burst into his hands, stuffing them full. Her erect nipples felt fucking incredible against his palms. He rolled and tugged on the hard stems until she bucked harder. Her passion drove his head down, diving at her neck, suckling until he found his way to her ear again.
“What was that?” he teased. “You want me to fuck you? Rut hard on you right here?”
“Yes. Dear gods, yes!”
“Even if that means other creatures may be watching us?”
“Other…creatures?” She practically panted the words. “Like the animals?”
He skimmed one hand down toward her pussy again. “No, sweetheart. Like…another man.”
She went still for a long moment. Her head raised a little. He watched the silver swirls of her gaze as she darted it through the ferns—but he’d bet his left nut that she wouldn’t see a thing. The art of subterfuge was as natural as walking to a Special Forces soldier. Tait had already blended himself with the forest.
“He’s here, Starshine,” he finally murmured. “You can’t see him, but you can feel him, just as I can, right?”
“Wh-Who?”
“You already know the answer to that.”
He leaned in again, trailing his mouth along the elegant line of her jaw while once more dipping his fingers between her thighs. Her face rumpled, caught in a battle between astonishment and arousal. “Shit,” she whimpered. “Oh, shit!”
Maybe she needed a little help with her vacillation. Who was he to leave a damsel in distress, especially this one? But genteel wasn’t the proper tactic for this moment. She had to be shown how the night would proceed, if she was going to give her consent about things moving on from here.
Without preamble, he wrapped her hair around a fist and pulled her head to one side. She gasped in deeper surprise, and he had to admit to shocking himself a little with the action. While he’d always liked dancing at the edge of his inner Dom, he’d never fully pulled on the boots and let himself stomp to the primal beat of that commanding force—until tonight.
It was kind of…incredible.
Maybe more than incredible.
All right, it was fucking awesome.
But he wasn’t an idiot. His sexual high was possible only because of the woman in his arms, answering his aggression with breathtaking fire. Her nipples beaded even harder. Her eyelids drooped in arousal. Her lips parted, gleaming like strawberries, inviting him to taste as deeply as he desired.
He hesitated about two seconds before succumbing to that temptation.
She tasted amazing. Even better than the first time he’d ever claimed her lips, during that magical ni
ght in the rain. This moment was drenched in so much more meaning, sweetened by the nectar of her surrender, perfected by the comprehension that Tait watched it all. He heard every needy cry that escaped her throat…smelled the tangy musk of her spiraling need…saw every gleam of the moonlight on her nearly naked body, so bronze and beautiful and ready to be fucked. And he shared every second of torture that Kellan endured in holding back from doing so.
He let out a hard groan. His pants felt like a goddamn iron cage, every movement taunting his cock. The denim was already damp from his precome, which seemed to have tapped a bottomless pool somewhere in his balls. Dandy.
“You know why he’s here, right, Starshine?” He saw that she did, smiling a little when her breathing audibly hitched. “He wants to watch me fuck you. He wants to watch me drive my cock into your cunt like an unthinking beast. And sweetheart, that’s what I’ll become if we go any further.” He kissed her softly. “The choice is yours. I think you can guess where my vote goes.”
She attempted a trickling laugh at that but was drowned by her obvious torment. Kell didn’t blame her for the indecision. He even understood it. That didn’t mean he could wait on it a lot longer. If he wasn’t inside her soon, then the alternative was a long, cold dunk in the ocean. Either alternative had to happen fast.
Maybe he could help her reach this verdict too.
He’d been resting a hand inside the top edge of her bikini bottoms. Now he dipped it lower, parting the trimmed curls at her apex, seeking the warmth of the hot grotto beyond. Lani moaned as the tip of his middle finger found the sensitive ring at her core.
“Holy fuck, Starshine. You’re soaking wet just from the idea of all this.”
“Oh,” she squeaked in return. “Ohhhh gods, that’s…”
“What?” He teased her vagina as he spoke over her harsh gasp. “What is it, Lani? Are you speaking for the pussy that wants to be fucked here or the body that wants to be carried home and fucked in bed?” He rolled his finger, spreading her entrance wider, pushing in a second finger. Her body clamped on him in welcome, making him roll his eyes toward the trees in silent exigency at the friend he could still feel out there. Oh, yeah. T was still here. He heard his partner’s snicker on the breeze, a sound discernible only to him since Lani was oblivious, judging by the sexy bucks of her hips and the urgent trembles of her shoulders.
“Kahaha.” Her voice bumped all over the entreaty. “Kellan, please!”
He kissed her spine between her shoulder blades and murmured, “I’m here, sweetheart. Right here. You just need to tell me what you need and when you want it. What’s it going to be?”
Chapter Ten
Lani had never taken funny drugs in her life—though she wondered if the herbal tea she’d iced down for dinner had been laced with some extra “limbo leaves” from one of the island’s “special” gardens. Her blood hummed in her ears and zinged through her clit. Her heart sprinted against her ribs. Her whole body felt transported, lost in a world where all she wanted was more of the dark-eyed man who commanded every beat of her blood…and the golden-eyed man who watched him doing it.
Reality? Oh yeah, that. She stormed her mind for it, even scrabbled her hands at the ground, hoping the cool moss would help her get a grip on her mind again. No damn chance. She was helpless, a willing pawn of Kellan’s hands and voice and kisses. Powerless against needing his body, so huge and magnificent, looming against her. Defenseless against the thoughts, so carnal and naughty, of Tait witnessing everything they were doing.
“Ohhhh, gods.” And she’d thought the events of this afternoon were her direct ticket to hell? At this point, the demons had drilled a hole straight down and planned on throwing her in.
“What is it, Starshine?” Kellan’s lips were at her nape again. His hand tightened in her hair. He pumped his fingers deeper into her sex. “Talk to me, Lani. Tell me. Talk to me.”
“I’m— I’m afraid.”
“Of what?” He pressed closer, surrounding her in his warmth. He glided his mouth down her right shoulder. “Of this? Of us?”
“N-No.” Crap. She sounded so small and unsure. This was insane. Small? The boobs and hips she inherited from Mom ensured she didn’t do small. And she sure as hell didn’t do unsure. But here she was, stammering out, “I’m afraid of…of— Oh, shit!”
Her electrified gasp was a reaction to his teeth on the back of her arm—and the third finger he fitted into her vagina. God help her, the man had learned all of her sexual weak spots in just three days.
“Afraid of what?” His murmur was shaded in a teasing tone. Smug bastard.
“I’m afraid of what you’ll think of me…if I want this. If I…if I like it.” She cried out in pleasure as he thrust his fingers farther in. “Ohhh, damn you!”
His wicked chuckle thickened the air. “If you like it? Starshine, I think you’re past the point of liking it. Your pussy is dripping for me…coating me.” He scooped them around her tunnel in a tight circle, as if needing to swipe every drop. “You may even need this.”
“Damn it!” Her breath escaped on a quivering thread. “But I— I can’t—”
“What?” he countered. “Need it? Want it? Like it? Why?” He felt amazing. All of him. His hand in her sex. His thighs framing hers. His mouth traveling the valley between her shoulder blades so he could tantalize the skin of her other arm. “Because it doesn’t make you a good girl?” He growled in answer to her desperate cry. “There’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart. You are good, Lani. So beautiful, amazing, sexy…and so damn good for me. And now, even good for Tait too.” He whipped her hair over, yanking her head to the other side before slamming his lips to her ear again. “Help me bring my friend back to life, Lani.” His rasp was a beautiful blend of command and appeal. “If we show T how life is celebrated, in the most perfect and primal way there is…if we help him remember how good it can be to feel like this…maybe he’ll wake up this time.”
She cut him off with a sob and a laugh mixed, with the same crazy mix of emotions as the source. His words were like a spell on her soul, though his fingers were still a thrumming taunt to her body. The combination ignited her, illuminating so much, setting her free. Her senses. Her soul. Her inhibitions.
“Yes.” She smiled as the word left her lips. “Yes…yes!”
Hell. Maybe that tea was spiked with giggle grass. None of this made sense. She should be running. Racing away and telling these men to go back to their own house. This woman, who was letting Kellan slide off both halves of her swimsuit, wasn’t her. This creature, cognizant of the man who now stepped through the bushes to get a better view of them, wasn’t her, either. But most of all, she didn’t recognize the woman’s heart that beat in time to both men’s harsh breaths, filled with the yearning to please them both, aching with the desire to serve them both.
She shouldn’t want this. She couldn’t want it.
It’s just sex.
The refrain echoed in her head with perfect timing.
Of course. She’d overthought everything. Why blow it so far out of proportion? This was just an episode of naughty fun. A fling to fulfill fantasies. All she had to do was keep words like heart, soul¸ and needs out of the equation. And damn, if she was going to punch the voyeur box on her sexy fun card, why not indulge with a pair of the most magnificent men fate had ever dropped on this island?
She sighed high and deep as Kellan guided her to roll over, stretching her flat to her bed in the moss. Gods, what an upgrade. The new position enabled her to watch him unzip his fly. A quick scan of the underbrush still didn’t reveal any sign of Tait, but she heard him breathing, perhaps from behind her, in heavier huffs. As Kellan shoved his pants down to his hips, the rasp of Tait’s zipper sliced the air too.
Before Kellan got completely naked, he reached into his back pocket and slipped out the square that had turned him into the condom makers’ favorite guy this week. She giggled as he dropped it to the ground next to her but fell silent when he arched a bro
w. Maybe this was just sex, but he was definitely taking their performance as a responsibility.
Well, then. Yes, sir.
Her silent crack had a sarcastic edge for about a second…before it was silenced by wonderment.
As he knelt there for a long moment, simply looking at her, only one word in any language came to her mind.
Wow.
He was her dark satyr now more than ever: beautiful, dark, and intense. Streams of moonlight played across his head, weaving silver strands into the spikes of his hair and mystery across his noble face. Years of being in Special Forces had turned his arms into collections of defined muscle, which he positioned at his sides in a commanding pose. They made a perfect frame for the perfect abs that laddered his abdomen. At their base was a pair of toned ridges that guided her gaze right…
There.
She gulped.
His nest of dark pubic hair supported a breathtaking erection. His cock was already thick and dark with the force of his arousal, its crown agleam with the milk that attested to how much he wanted her. Kellan groaned beneath the weight of her stare, lifting a hand to share his precome with the rest of his taut length. Lani shifted restlessly, a whimper escaping before she could help it.
“You like this, Starshine?” he asked from gritted teeth. “You enjoy seeing what you do to me, how badly my dick wants to bury itself in your pretty cunt?” When she nodded and mewled again, his jaw took on even more rigid lines. “No,” he charged, “tell me. In words. Look at my face and say it.”
Technically, the feat required her gaze to shift a few more inches. They might as well have been a cliff of Waimea. His stare gutted her heart like titanium—and kept going until it reached her sex. “I…” Her throat went dry. She took a deep breath and started again. “I like it,” she said. “I…I love it. I love looking at your cock. You’re beautiful, Kellan. So perfectly formed. I want you inside me.”
There was a rustle from the foliage behind her again. And a single, low groan. She recognized its timbre at once. Tait was there. She definitely felt him now. Staring at her nudity. Listening to her words. Watching her about to be fucked by another man…and from what she could discern by his voice, loving every second of it.