Ain't Misbehaving (37 page)

“Warm-up is over,” he said, his voice full of husky promise.

“Shane,” she shrieked, surprised by his sudden move but trusting him totally. Neither man would hurt her. They’d proven it before and today would be no different.

Shane ignored her laughing protests. “Here or inside?”

“Here,” Kelvin said. “It’s a bloody sauna inside.” He scooped up their beach towels and moved them to a grassy area, laying them one on top of the other.

“I’ll go first.” Shane’s blue eyes shone with anticipation. He lay on the towels and glanced over at Marie. “On your hands and knees. No, not there. I need room to go underneath.”

Marie’s mouth quirked when she noticed his waggling eyebrows. She crawled over his body so they were face-to-face. “Like this?”

“Nah, other way. I wanna lick your clit and Kelvin’s gonna take you from behind.”

Licking. Sounded like a fun idea to her. Marie wet her lips and turned, straddling Shane’s body to face his cock. It strained upward, thick and long, the head a deep red. A prominent vein ran along the underside. She huffed out a breath, directing the stream of air onto the head, and watched a liquid bead form at his slit.

“Oh yeah,” Shane said.

Carefully balancing on one hand, she guided his cock to her mouth. His clean, musky taste exploded across her taste buds.

“Yes,” he hissed when she closed her lips around him and delicately licked the crown and sensitive underside.

“Don’t come yet, Shane,” Kelvin mocked. “It will feel better if you wait.”

“Fuck you.” From Shane’s tone she could tell his lips curved in a smart-ass smirk.

“Oh yeah. You’d like that.” Kelvin moved behind her to stroke the heated flesh of her ass with his callused hands. A quiver worked through her and a gush of arousal dampened her folds. Kelvin petted her ass, grazing his fingers closer and closer to her pussy.

“Touch me,” she pleaded, releasing Shane’s cock in order to talk.

Kelvin continued stroking, driving her crazy with his touch. “In good time, sweetheart.”

“Soon, babe,” Shane promised. “Don’t you have things to do?”

“I’d better get my just rewards,” she muttered darkly. Payback could be a bitch. She concentrated on Shane’s cock, swirling her tongue across the head and taking him deeper into her mouth. She’d show him things to do. Sweet punishment.

“Marie,” Shane said, her name a hoarse whisper of pleasure.

“That feel good, mate?” Kelvin asked.

“Bloody good,” Shane muttered. “If she does it any better, I’m in trouble.”

Marie hummed around Shane’s cock and tongued along the underside, intent on driving him crazy. Kelvin, she’d leave until later.

Kelvin ran a delicate finger down her slit. “Soon, sweetheart. Is it still okay not to use a condom?”

“Have you been a good boy suiting up?” Shane asked on her behalf since she had a mouthful.

“I’m safe. Had a medical last week for the new insurance policy I’m taking out,” Kelvin said.

“I’m good too,” Shane said.

Marie released Shane’s cock. “I trust you both. I haven’t been with anyone else since the last time with Shane.”
Oh hell. Why did she have to blurt that out?
They didn’t need to know about her sex life or lack of it, how much she loved them both. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, waiting for the inevitable questions. Thankfully they couldn’t see her face because then the show would really be up.

“I thought you were going out with Sam,” Kelvin said. “Saffron and I saw you together at the club.”

“And what about Tony?” Sam asked. “He said the two of you went away for the weekend.”

“You gossiped about me?” Marie asked at a half shriek. While she trusted Shane and Kelvin not to blather about their personal lives, she wouldn’t take a bet on Sam or Tony.

“Hell no,” Shane said. “Tony did all the talking. I said nothing.”

Marie made a huffy sound. “I don’t want to talk about my sex life.”

“The way I’m hearing it, there isn’t a sex life,” Shane said.

“Yeah, we know you like sex. Why haven’t you done it with either of them?” Kelvin asked.

Definitely not a question Marie wanted to answer. How could she tell them she enjoyed their friendly love sessions better than anything in her past? No way was she going there. Time to change the subject. Marie took Shane’s cock into her mouth again and sucked the broad head, dipping her tongue into the slit, going all out to distract. Shane moaned and, to her relief, Kelvin dropped the conversation too. Callused fingers stroked down the valley between her buttocks, pressing firmly across her puckered entrance. Marie swallowed and Shane groaned again. Shane wriggled, shifting position a fraction, then she felt his tongue slip across her folds and circle her nub with delicate precision while Kelvin continued to tease her rosette.

It felt good, really good and better than the last time she’d slept with a man who wasn’t Kelvin or Shane. Why would she even look at another man when she could have Kelvin and Shane?

“I’m going fuck you now, Marie.”

God, yes. Anticipation rolled through Marie. He thrust two fingers inside her wet channel almost at the same time as Shane fluttered his tongue across her clit. She swallowed, immersing herself in the magical experience of having both men love her with their fingers and mouths. Her pulse pounded faster, a tight, achy sensation clutching her breasts and sex.

Kelvin removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock. He pushed inside, stretching her insistently. Her sensitive tissues parted when he drove inexorably deeper, filling the empty spaces she felt when she wasn’t with her flatmates. Kelvin invaded and retreated, the rhythm slow, slow,
slow
, and designed to drive her crazy. Or perhaps it was a twin-edged sword because every time she licked Shane’s cock or clenched her vagina around Kelvin’s shaft they doubled their efforts to tease her. Why couldn’t she find someone else who made her feel so complete? So happy. Excited.

The thrusts of Kelvin’s cock and swipes of Shane’s tongue crowded in on her, the spikes of enjoyment coming closer, faster, sending her hurling into intense pleasure. She sobbed, taking Shane’s cock deeper and working harder to make him come.

Ferocious heat flared in her pussy, a white-hot conflagration coming from her pulsing clit. Seductive bliss filled her mind as much as her body and heart, and automatically she worked to return the sinful heat to her lovers, wanting to tease and draw them into her snare. Desire drowned her until a gentle sweep of Shane’s tongue dealt the final blow. The tension snapped in an explosive rush, sensations arcing down to the tips of her toes and rushing to her head. Her pussy clenched Kelvin’s cock in a series of hard spasms, wringing a soft curse from him. Seconds later she felt the spurt of his semen splashing the mouth of her womb, the hard grasp of his hands at her hips.

Shane licked at her nub and a second explosion detonated, ripping through her with less intensity. It was sweet. Decadent. Marie took Shane deeper, working him until his shaft pulsed and wept. She sucked hard, taking his thrusts. He groaned, large body tensing, then his climax thundered through him, his seed shooting down her throat. Marie swallowed, gentling her licks until he softened. With a final lick, she let him fall from her mouth. Kelvin pulled out of her pussy and they fell into a tangle of limbs.

“Ow, that was my face,” Shane muttered.

“Come up this end and you won’t get hurt,” Kelvin said.

Shane squirmed free and moved up to Marie’s other side. It was still hot, but a breeze had sprung up, washing across their sweat-slicked skin.

Marie wasn’t going to move despite the heat. She was right where she wanted to be, sandwiched between the two men. She noticed they weren’t moving either, despite their limbs brushing with an intimacy that would make most brows rise in speculation. Oh no, she wouldn’t move a muscle until absolutely necessary.

Chapter Three

Marie lounged on their deck, supremely comfortable after great sex and a barbeque dinner. She loved the way they worked together doing household chores. It had never been a problem, right from the start. Both Kelvin and Shane liked to eat well and that had meant cooking. Now with the sun low and about to set, the air felt cooler and refreshing. After their sexual playtime and another swim, Marie had dressed in a sundress, forgoing underwear in deference to the heat. Kelvin and Shane had pulled on shorts. Now their bare chests gleamed in the setting sun and made sinfully good scenery.

“Like the view?” Kelvin asked, catching her mid-gawk.

Marie grinned, hugging happiness to her like a blanket. “What’s not to like?”

Shane wandered out from the kitchen carrying three glasses and an expensive bottle of champagne.

“Are we celebrating?” Marie glanced at Kelvin and he shrugged.

Shane handed the glasses to Marie and popped the cork before giving a wide grin. He poured the champagne and put the bottle down. “I’ve been promoted. Thought I might celebrate with my best friends.”

“That’s great!” Kelvin said. “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

Shane smirked. “My flatmates distracted me.”

Marie set the glasses on the step and leapt to her feet, throwing her arms around Shane. “I’m so pleased for you.”

She lifted her head and their lips met. Marie held tight, throwing herself into the kiss. Pleasure darted through her as she inhaled his familiar musky scent with the hint of sandalwood. Shane didn’t muck around. His kiss went from touching to carnal heat in seconds flat, their tongues tangling, thrusting and withdrawing in a facsimile of the sexual act. Marie moaned, excitement zapping through her when she felt his erection brushing her stomach.

“Hey, mate. Do I get a celebratory kiss too?” Kelvin’s voice drew them apart. Marie caught his sharp look, despite the humor in his tone, and flushed, her heart thudding. With shaking limbs she stepped away from Shane. Her hand still trembled when she reached for her glass of champagne.

Kelvin drew Shane into a hug of congratulation. “Give us details, man,” he said after clapping Shane over the back. He observed them both with watchful eyes.

Marie’s blush intensified. Damn, she hadn’t meant to do that, but if she’d erred so had Shane. She snuck a glance in Shane’s direction and caught him studying her. An expression of satisfaction glowed on his features.

“I’ve been promoted to regional manager of the sales team,” he said, still watching her.

Marie broke their gaze and took a hurried sip of her champagne. The bubbles tickled her nose and she sneezed.

“Bless you, sweetheart,” Kelvin said. “Regional manager, huh? Sounds good. Pay rise?”

“Yeah.” Shane grinned. “I have to relocate to Wellington but it will be worth it.”

“Wellington?” Marie felt as if someone had upended a bucket of icy water over her head. A chill swept down her spine. “You’re leaving?” she whispered. Her old fears rose up to swallow her whole. A tremble racked her body and she had to set the glass aside or risk spilling it.

“Yeah, babe,” Shane said. “And I want you to come with me.”

“What?” Anger replaced Kelvin’s normal easy tones and echoed in his chocolate brown eyes.

“Go with you?” Marie asked, shock still kicking her in the gut. That would change everything. She, Kelvin and Shane were a team. Friends. Lovers. And today they’d made love as a threesome. It had given her hope. Shane leaving would change everything.

“Yeah,” Shane said, seemingly oblivious to the swirling undercurrents.

“But I like things the way they are.” Marie couldn’t imagine a life without both Shane and Kelvin. “I’d miss Kelvin.”

“You want Marie to move to Wellington with you?” Kelvin’s face turned impassive but his voice held danger. He straightened from his lazy sprawl against the wall. Visible tension bracketed his mouth.

“It’s a good idea. I love her. She’s not like other women.”

“You didn’t think to discuss this with me first?” Kelvin drawled. Marie noticed his eyes held none of their usual easygoing humor.

“None of your business,” Shane said. “It’s between me and Marie.”

Marie sat trembling on the deck. All she could think about was change. She loved Shane and she loved Kelvin as well. No way could she choose one man over the other, which meant she couldn’t have either. Tears stung the back of her eyes. She scrambled to her feet but wasn’t fast enough to prevent the fall of tears. They ran down her face as she fled to the safety of her bedroom. The door slammed behind her and she locked it before throwing herself onto her bed. Alone, she allowed the tears to fall, sobs vibrating the length of her body.

She was vaguely aware of shouting outside, thumps and curses. Marie lifted her head, a fresh spate of tears falling when she identified the sounds as fighting. Kelvin and Shane were brawling, fighting each other when they never fought.

Over her.

Marie pulled the pillow over her head to block out the crashes and shouting. It was like her childhood over again. Her fault. She should have known it was wrong to feel happy, that it would blow up in her face. One of her foster mothers had told her she was bad luck, right before she’d returned her to foster care as an impossible case. It seemed the woman was right and she was destined to live alone.

* * * * *

Marie must have fallen asleep but woke exhausted. Gritty eyes struggled to focus on the face of her watch. Six in the morning. Marie drew her curtains back, wincing at the song of a cheerful thrush in the hedge. Her head thudded but she forced herself to move. She couldn’t stay here. Marie had no idea what she’d do, apart from knowing she couldn’t go with Shane and she couldn’t stay with Kelvin. Either option would hurt too much.

Sweat beaded her forehead, the early morning heat foretelling another scorching day. Marie tore her wrinkled sundress over her head and donned a pair of cotton panties and bra. She pulled a sleeveless top from her drawer and a pair of denim shorts, dressing rapidly.

Damn. What was she going to do now? She needed to think. Alone.

Her girlfriend Christie, who was away at present, had left her the keys to her holiday home at Sunset beach. It would be crowded at this time of the year, but she’d always liked to walk. She could walk to the far end of the beach where few people ventured. Almost before the thought formed, she grabbed a bag and started to pack—a sarong, two bikini briefs plus one top the boys had missed, shorts and T-shirts. She wouldn’t need more. She’d stop at the supermarket on the way to pick up fresh supplies.