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by Brandi Evans


  “It’s beautiful, Max,” I whispered.

  “Yes, it is.” No cockiness or smugness radiated in his voice. He simply stated a fact.

  Tabby, obviously sensing we were nearing water, pawed at me. “I think I’m gonna have to let her go,” I said. “But I swear she’s declawed and won’t scratch any of your—”

  He kissed me. “There’s nothing here I can’t replace.”

  Wow. And this coming from the man who’d once exploded at Aimee when she’d broken his coffee cup.

  But as I watched his face light up with an alluring smile, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was really the domineering asshole I’d always assumed he was. After all, I’d only known the man when he’d been married to a bipolar wife who refused to get treatment and when he’d been buried in guilt. Maybe pissed and angry weren’t his default moods after all.

  Something to the right caught my attention and I turned to see two people—one male, one female—

  walking toward us. Recognition made me smile. The man I knew in the Biblical sense and damn if Garrett didn’t look even darker and more dangerous than the night he’d helped Max thoroughly and completely ravish me.

  The woman, on the other hand, I’d never met. She was beautiful in the way 1950s screen goddesses were.

  Blonde hair swooped to one side, showing off her delicate shoulders. A silk dress wrapped and cradled her every curve. Pearl and diamond earrings dangled from her ears. She couldn’t look more different than the man standing next to her.

  Was this… Karen? She looked more like the kind of woman Max would have on his arm. But Max confirmed her identity.

  “Garrett? Karen?” Max couldn’t hide his delight.

  “What are you two doing here? I didn’t know you were planning a visit so soon.”

  “We were worried about you, darling,” Karen said, her voice as beautiful as she was. I suddenly wished I’d have changed into something more than jeans and a have changed into something more than jeans and a babydoll tee.

  “Worried?” Max’s forehead wrinkled.

  Karen nodded. “Bree called us very upset and said you were missing.”

  Max turned to me and hit me with a questioning look.

  I held my chin high. “What? I was worried sick about you! You weren’t answering your phone. You were missing meetings. You hadn’t even been home! I thought maybe you’d been in an accident.”

  He smiled. “Nice to know you care so much, love.”

  “But all is well now?” Karen inquired.

  “I think so,” Max said, keeping his gaze trained on me. “Thanks to Bree slapping some sense into me.”

  My cheeks heated, but I couldn’t tell if embarrassment or desire was the true culprit.

  Max turned to his old friends. “Bree and I were just about to go for a dip in the hot tub. Would you care to join us?”

  “As were Garrett and I,” Karen said, fingering the plunging neckline of her dress, her sultry voice strangely erotic… even to me. “I hope you don’t mind if we intrude.”

  Max shook his head, laugher rumbling from his chest. “Of course not, my dear. It’s been too long since we’ve all taken a dip together.”

  The

  sexual

  overtone

  of that sentence was

  unmistakable.

  Karen turned to me, her smile sweet yet sensual.

  “You don’t mind, do you, Bree?”

  “Not at all. Any friend of Max’s and all that.”

  She hooked her arm through mine. “I’m so happy to meet you, darling,” she said as we walked toward the hot tub. “My husband has been talking about your incredibly wet pussy all week. He told me you were a creamer, and let me tell you, he looooves when women cream for him. Turns him on to no end, so needless to say, we’ve been having incredible sex all week as a result. Thank you for that.”

  “I, uh, uh… ” Yeah, I didn’t think there was even a response for that kind of compliment.

  From behind, Garrett draped an arm over each of our shoulders. “My two favorite pussies in one room. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to control myself.”

  “Who says you have to, darling?” Karen’s voice practically purred.

  “Mmm,” Garrett said, “and that, my sweet, is why I love you.”

  Karen grinned. “I know.”

  When we reached the edge of the hot tub, Karen turned to her husband and wrapped him in a hug. Their lips met in a kiss hot enough to evaporate all the water from the pool. Along with all the notions I’d ever harbored about relationships fizzling with age. Garrett and Karen worshiped each other with their tongues, mouths, hands—worship being the key word. Groping was too vulgar a term. Their love radiated in each caress.

  It was hard not to stare. No wonder Max got so turned-on by watching.

  Would Max and I be like that some day?

  “She doesn’t look at all like I expected,” I whispered to Max.

  Amusement played with the corners of his lips.

  “What did you expect, my love? Leather pants? Whips?

  Chains?”

  “Uh… yeah.” I smiled. “She looks like the kind of woman you’d—”

  I clamped down on the rest of the sentence before it escaped, but Max apparently found my slipup amusing.

  “I used to think Karen was my type, Gina too.” He drew his index finger along my jaw. “And then I met you.”

  And with that said, Max gathered me in his arms and kissed the living shit out of me.

  The instant our lips met, the calm Max vanished, and I turned to fire in his arms. His tongue dueled with mine and I wrapped my leg around him as he dipped me back and his mouth set off on a blazing path down my shirt.

  When he reached my breasts, he bit down on the cotton material of my tee and my satin bra until he captured a taut nipple between his lips

  “Max,” I moaned. “Harder. Harder… ”

  Oh boy, he didn’t disappoint. His teeth bit down, sending streams of pleasure coursing through me. A cry jumped from my mouth but the pleasurable pain felt so damn good.

  A familiar body pressed against me from behind. “So here we are again, love,” Garrett whispered in that gravelly tone of his.

  “Here we are,” I whispered back, and unlike last time, no apprehension or hesitation slowed my next move. None.

  I tilted my head back and pressed my lips to Garrett’s neck, his jaw, finally landing on his lips. His kiss wasn’t as atomic hot as Max’s had been, but the heat was scorching nonetheless.

  I hooked an arm around his neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss. At the same time his arms slipped around my waist, one of his hands making a beeline for the button of my old Levi’s. Within seconds the button surrendered and he plunged inside, his fingers finding the warmth and moisture making my panties wet.

  “I have a feeling the hot tub will have to wait,” Karen said, laughter in her smooth voice.

  “I think you’re right.” Max’s mouth broke from my breast just long enough to utter the four words, push my tee over my breasts, pull my bra down and then reattach to the now-naked nipple it had just abandoned.

  Garrett’s fingers dug into my pussy as if they were as desperate for my juices as their owner. But then, something new happened.

  Karen freed her husband’s hard cock from his jeans and began stroking him. She rubbed him against my ass as he continued to kiss me, continued to finger me.

  Which reminded me, I wasn’t tied up this time.

  I tugged Max’s jeans open, drew down the zipper.

  He shuddered in anticipation moments before I liberated his erection from its cloth prison.

  Max immediately pulled back. “I think it would be best to move this to the bed.”

  “Me too,” Garrett growled into my mouth, twirled his fingers inside me. “Easier for me to get my mouth on her dripping cunt again.”

  Karen pushed onto her tiptoes and murmured in her husband’s ear. “Do you want me to ride your cock whil
e you lick her dry? Oh and maybe Max will let me eat his dick while I do. Would you like that, dear?”

  “Oh fuck yeah.” As if I no longer existed, Garrett turned around and devoured his wife with his mouth.

  They yanked and ripped at each other’s clothes until they were skin-to-skin. And by the time they tumbled onto one of the round relaxation beds sitting nearby, there was nothing separating them, even a sliver of light.

  Max and I were right behind them. How none of us tumbled into the pool was a mystery.

  Garrett fastened his hands around his wife’s delicate waist and dragged her onto his groin. Karen didn’t hesitate in gripping the base of his cock and impaling herself on him.

  “Oh yeah,” she moaned, setting a quick pace, her pert little breasts bouncing up and down.

  Garrett turned to me. “Your turn, love. Hop on.”

  “With pleasure.” I was about to plant my knees on either side of Garrett’s head when Max stopped me.

  “No,” he said, climbing onto the bed behind me. “I want you facing Karen while my friend eats you.

  Understand? I want to watch as you and Karen fight over who gets to suck my cock.”

  I nodded, unable to help the smile sliding across my face. Never had I imagined playing this little erotic game. I turned my grin to Karen in a sexy challenge as I straddled her husband’s face.

  She winked, accepting my challenge.

  With his hands, Garrett guided me until my pussy hovered over his face. His thumbs pushed away the hood covering my clit. “Damn. She’s already dripping on me.”

  I tweaked Garrett’s nipples. “You’re welcome.”

  His laughter rumbled against my pussy moments before he dipped his tongue into my opening. I let my head fall back. My mouth gaped wide as a long moan slid free. And the next thing I knew, a cock was shoved into my mouth.

  I opened my eyes to find Max standing on the bed.

  He clasped my head between his hands, pulled me toward him, and started pumping.

  “Didn’t I tell you when I see you with your mouth open, it makes my dick ache to be inside all this wet heat?”

  His erection tapped the back of my throat with each thrust. Not that I minded. I wanted to tell him so but I had to resort to showing him. Even as Garrett worked my pussy, I lavished Max’s cock with my tongue.

  Karen leaned in, her face close to mine, and mouthed Max’s balls. He groaned, pulled his cock free from my mouth then pushed it in hers. He rewarded her with fast, quick pumps of his hips, and even with the cock ravishing her mouth, I could see her smile.

  Oh I don’t think so, sweetie.

  I planted my left palm against Garrett’s chest so I could dip low. With the other hand I cupped Max’s scrotum and directed it to my mouth. I opened wide to take in all of him, every millimeter of him. My tongue jostled his orbs around, like the agitation cycle on an erotic washing machine.

  “Damn, Bree.” Max’s voice was a tortured groan and he pulled out of Karen and gave me his cock to do with as I pleased, but I had a better idea.

  I grabbed him at the base of his erection and drew his glans against Karen’s lips. “I think there’s more than enough of him to share, don’t you?”

  “Most definitely,” she said.

  Our gazes locked and we both leaned in and kissed the side of Max’s erection. We drew our lips up and down his length. She lifted a delicate hand and pressed her palm to my cheek.

  My skin heated where she touched me and I closed my eyes against the surprisingly salacious touch. Our lips brushed as we mouthed and licked Max’s cock, and for the first time in my life, I found myself wanting to kiss another woman, to feel the softness of feminine lips against mine.

  The thought was too much and it triggered my orgasm. Pleasure exploded in my core and I cried out.

  Garrett’s mouth pushed my orgasm higher and Max bent down and captured my scream with his mouth.

  I couldn’t breathe, ecstasy suspending the air in my lungs. My muscles went rigid. I didn’t think I could hold myself up. Couldn’t. I was gonna—

  Without warning, Max pushed me down so my hands landed beside Garrett and then lifted my hips off the mattress and tugged until I lay across Garrett’s chest.

  When he had me positioned, he rammed his cock into my pussy and starting pounding. He slammed into me with uncontrolled passion.

  Whack, whack, whack.

  My taut nipples scraped against Garrett’s chest with each thrust—Karen rode Garrett faster. Soft hands rubbed over my back. The bed shook on every axis. God, it was incredible. Every touch, every pounding thrust.

  Just… everything.

  The second orgasm ripped through me with as much force as the last one. Suddenly Max pulled out and the sensation of hot come splattered against my back—sweet Max. Even during climax he had the mind to protect me, protect us. Without a doubt, I loved that man.

  I collapsed across Garrett, spent and exhausted. How had I ever called my sex life complete without this?

  For a few blissful moments, we all lay there in a tangled mass of sweaty bodies, but eventually Max dragged me back against him and hugged me to his chest as if he never wanted to let me go.

  “This was what I’d wanted with Gina,” he whispered so low only I could hear. “Someone I can share every thing with. If you want something different, tell me now.

  Before I fall even more in love with you.”

  My heart filled with so much emotion I feared it would burst. “I want anything and everything you want to share with me, Max. From lazy nights to wild romps.

  As long as we do it together.”

  “Together.”

  I pressed a quick kiss to his jaw. “I love you, Max.”

  “I love you too.” He released a haggard breath.

  “Screw taking things slow. I want to wake up with you in my arms every day.”

  “Me too.” I grinned. “As long as I get the Jaguar.”

  He laughed and kissed me again, a slow caressing of mouths and tongues that was in stark contrast to the frenzied way he’d taken me moments ago.

  The bed shifted under Garrett and Karen’s weight as they moved closer, their arms sliding around us.

  “Welcome to our unique little family,” Karen whispered.

  “Welcome,” Garrett echoed.

  Family? I smiled as I took in the moment. “So when’s our first family vacation?”

  About the Author

  Brandi Evans is a stay-at-home mom with a serious addiction… the compulsive need to tell sexy stories to whoever will listen.

  She brings to life fun, flawed characters with kick-ass-and-take-no-prisoners attitudes who challenge her every step of the writing process. Whether inspiring a hot-and-heavy

  contemporary,

  a

  pulse-pounding

  suspense or a dark-and-decadent paranormal romance, her muse knows no boundaries. And she likes it that way. When veering outside the box, she never knows where her next story could take her.

  Brandi welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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