Kyle hissed. “Jesus, just get inside me.”
He couldn’t help himself. Playing was too much fun. He stroked upward, putting pressure on the swollen crest to squeeze precum from the slit, then bent to lick it up.
Kyle clenched the sheets as his body tensed. “Do me after,” he blurted.
He lifted his head, saw the gray tinge of pain in the face he loved and recalled too late the pressure he was putting on the guy’s thigh. He didn’t bother opening Kyle with his fingers; he could take him without. Lining up his cock with the entrance to his body, he nudged the rounded head back and forth, pressing a little harder each time, loving these moments of anticipation.
“Oh God,” Marc groaned. “Fuck. Want you so much.”
He was close. It wouldn’t take much to tip him over. He put his palms flat on the bed and rocked his pelvis forward to slide part way in. Kyle sucked in a breath, relaxed, and Marc glided the rest of the way until they pressed tight together, his lover’s legs lying over his thighs. His mind fogged with the pleasure of it, the feeling of being clasped tight and then he began to move, slow almost instantly sliding into fast. He wrapped a hand around Kyle’s cock as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Grunts spilled from their mouths, coherency beyond them both. Kyle’s eyes were closed, his face a mix of pain and pleasure, his breathing ragged.
Marc could feel orgasm brewing in his head, through the tension in his neck, and in the way the muscles of his stomach clenched. He worked his hand harder around the hard, hot cock, dragging his palm over the head before sliding his fist down. As Kyle’s balls tightened, his own drew up to snuggle the base of his shaft. He hadn’t wanted to come so fast but nothing he could do to stop it.
“Kyle.” He exhaled his name like a prayer as the first bite of orgasm bloomed in his skull.
“Oh fuck,” Kyle blurted.
At the moment silky jets erupted to wet Marc’s hand, in turn he exploded in the tight heat of Kyle’s ass, hips jerking as he emptied himself inside the condom. Every long spasm was gut-wrenchingly exquisite, and he wished he could come again, right now.
He sank down and as Kyle straightened his legs, he wrapped his arms around Marc’s back and held him close.
Marc thought the words he daren’t say.
I love you
.
Chapter Three
Indie had no idea what to wear for the welcome meeting. Nothing or a dress? Not brave enough for the former, she wriggled into her little blue sundress and put on her strappy sandals. As she stood in front of the mirror, she practiced her smile.
Not bad
. After she’d scared herself stupid with the folder, she’d discovered a private patio at the back of the villa where she’d been able to soak up the last rays of the sun and added a healthy tinge to her cheeks. Butt cheeks, too. She laughed and her spirits rose. Something to drink and she’d be fine.
But walking into the bar alone took courage. There were about thirty people in there chatting, drinking, fully clothed.
Phew
. She took a glass of something sparkling from a table near the entrance and sucked in a deep breath.
You can do this
.
A few minutes later, she knew she couldn’t. She’d caught snatches of conversations and come to the conclusion she had nothing in common with any of these people. The men were lawyers, CEOs, and doctors, the women actresses, models, personal assistants.
Unless they were lying.
She practiced introducing herself.
Princess Indiana of…where
?
Her glass emptied, she lifted a mojito from another table and turned to see two plump-faced guys in their thirties heading straight for her.
“You look lonely,” one said.
“Want to come and sit on my knee?” asked the other.
“Maybe later.” She wandered off before they asked when later would be.
Those two words turned out to be very useful. It would have been nice to feel flattered by the attention, but instead it made her uncomfortable because it didn’t stop. She was afraid to accept any offer to sit with someone, let alone on their knee because she suspected they’d assume she was interested in more. She swallowed hard. No matter what she told herself, she wasn’t capable of having sex without feeling a strong attraction to the guy, nor without the expectation of seeing him again. Even if he didn’t call, at least she’d believed he would when she’d gone to bed with him.
“Welcome, everyone,” Marc shouted above the chattering.
The voices quieted and people sat down. She looked for a seat and spotted an empty table at the edge and in the shadows. Perfect. She could slip away when the meeting finished without having to sit on anyone’s knee.
“Welcome to Heden,” Marc said. “On behalf of myself and Kyle, the other general manager.”
Not a chauffeur then. She glanced across as someone settled on the seat next to her, and when she recognized Kyle, her face heated. Another gulp of icy mojito didn’t cool her down. When their upper arms brushed, she lost track of what Marc was saying. A dark room? Were they developing photos?
“Can you swim?” Kyle asked.
“Like a fish. I just had a…surprise underwater encounter and swallowed half the pool. Is his phone ruined?”
“It’s drying out but probably.”
She winced.
“What was the surprise encounter?” he asked.
“A guy skinny dipping. An excited guy. Any longer and I’d have thought it was an electric eel. Wrong color though.”
Shut up
!
“Ah.”
She sighed.
“Not what you expected, is it?” he asked quietly.
“No.” There was a relief in admitting it. “My friend Lisa booked it. I thought she’d come too, but she tricked me.”
“What did you expect?”
“No Christmas so that’s good. Sunshine. A tick, too. No screaming kids. Another tick. But….”
“But what?”
“There are a lot of knees I really don’t want to sit on.”
His shoulders shook as he laughed. He was gorgeous.
Say it, say it, say it, say it, say it
.
“There’s one I’d like to sit on.”
Maybe two but I can’t admit that
. “Maybe two.”
What the hell has gotten into me
?
When he didn’t respond, her courage curled into a little ball and went back into hiding. She gulped down the rest of her mojito, wishing she was drunk.
“I’ve never done this,” she whispered, not caring whether he listened or not because tomorrow she’d call a cab and find a cheap motel with a pool and not think about—
“Done what?”
She shrank. “This. Sex with people I don’t know and never will know. That’s why everyone’s here, everyone but me. I don’t suppose you’ll give me a refund, will you?”
Under the table, his hand settled over hers and wrapped around it. “Don’t leave.”
She stared straight at him, dimly aware of applause and then jolted when Marc dropped into the seat next to Kyle who tightened his hold on her hand.
“Anything take your fancy?” Marc asked her.
The smile on his face slowly slipped when he looked at their faces. He started to get to his feet and Kyle said, “Sit.”
He settled back down. She wasn’t sure what was happening here. The two of them having some silent conversation? Was he pissed off because Kyle had made a move on her? Did holding her hand mean making a move? But Kyle had asked him to stay. She waited. Not the time to let her mouth run away with her.
“Imagine two guys who run a hedonistic resort,” Kyle said quietly. “Imagine those guys are a pair.”
His fingers gripped hers as if he feared she’d bolt.
“Imagine they’d like to be a trio.” He looked directly at her.
Oh God
. She pulled her bottom lip beneath her top teeth. Everything she’d said about not having sex with guys she didn’t know and was never likely to know crumbled to ashes. Here was a chance to bring a fantasy to life with the two best-looking guys she’d ever seen in the flesh.
How could she switch so fast from thinking a one-night stand was a bad idea to thinking it the best idea ever.
No one will know. Don’t you deserve some fun
? Caught in a moment of frozen time, everything around them disappeared to leave the three of them sitting at the table, staring at each other.
She watched in semi-disbelief as her hand reached for Marc’s. She wrapped her fingers around his, and squeezed. He exhaled noisily as if he’d been holding his breath.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered.
“The dark room,” Kyle said.
“What’s that?” she asked. “A room that’s…er…dark?”
Marc laughed. “Did you not listen to a single word I said?”
“Two words.” She paused. “Welcome everyone.”
He chuckled, then reached out and stroked her cheek with the fingers of his other hand. “My cock’s so hard it hurts.”
Bath bombs fizzed and bubbled in her stomach, making her sick with fear and excitement.
“The dark room is exactly what it sounds like,” Kyle said. “A room with no lights.”
“I won’t know who’s touching me,” she said.
“Yeah, you will. My cock’s much bigger,” Marc whispered in her ear.
Kyle laughed. “So’s his head.” His eyes sparkled. No pain in them now.
Indie exhaled. She already knew how fleeting happiness could be. A year ago she’d been swept from the highest point she’d ever been to the lowest and she’d survived. A little damaged but still hoping.
She stood. “Okay. Now, before I turn into a chicken.”
Marc jumped up with a grin on his face. Kyle rose more slowly, favoring his leg. She walked between them, holding their hands, trying very hard not think too much. It was as though she was preparing to go on the scariest rollercoaster in the park, knowing it would be fun but aware she’d be screaming in terror the whole way around. Only once she got off, she’d want to do it all over again.
Probably.
“Nothing you don’t want, okay?” Marc said. “One word and we stop at any point.”
“What word? You mean like a safe word? Like…pineapple?”
He sniggered. “I meant the word ‘no,’ but we can use pineapple if you like.”
“God, no, I’d forget and yell pomegranate or something. Er…can I see inside before we go in?”
To check for instruments of torture
.
“Of course you can.” Kyle pulled keys from his pocket and unlocked a villa.
Her heart beat so loud and fast she thought they must be able to hear it. They stood by the entrance, waiting, and she looked from Marc’s excited face to Kyle’s dark, slightly troubled one and then she walked into the gloomy hallway.
The sound of a bolt sliding behind her made her spin round.
“Don’t worry,” Marc said. “Just means we won’t be disturbed. If you need the bathroom, it’s there.” He nodded to a door. “The dark room.” He opened the door opposite and switched on the light.
She peeked inside. No chains or whips. The whole floor was a huge mattress covered by a blue sheet. Pillows and towels had been neatly piled in one corner next to a wicker basket filled with foil packets and lube. There were windows, but they’d been covered up.
“Do we…get undressed before we go in?” she asked.
“No, it’s part of the fun, undressing each other.” Marc smiled at her. “Yes or no?”
She put her purse down in the hallway and stepped in.
And immediately wanted to step out again but the guys stood right behind her, their hands on her butt, their breaths hitting her neck. Heat and moisture seeped into her panties.
Oh damn
.
The door closed. The light went off and three sighs followed.
Indie crouched down and scuttled toward the far wall. “Hide and seek. Count to a hundred.” She was so nervous she couldn’t swallow.
The guys laughed.
“Hey, I could be spider woman and currently on the ceiling,” she said. “Start up there.”
Almost immediately a hand snagged her ankle, tugged, and she slithered onto her back.
“What a crap hiding place,” Marc whispered. “Right in front of me.”
He buried his head into the crook of her shoulder. She could tell it was him by the sound of his heavy breathing. So it must be Kyle taking off her sandals and then—
oh wow
—kissing her toes, nibbling up her leg. Flashes of heat shot into her belly like fiery arrows and a whimper escaped.
Thank God and Lisa I waxed and buffed and polished from head to toe before I got on the plane
.
Marc nuzzled her neck, his lips drifting over her chin to her mouth. “You are so cute. You smell like roses. You taste like sugar.”
He brushed her lips with his, his tongue snaking across to wet them and then he kissed her. She thought her head would explode with longing. Fire raced along her veins and the muscles of her sex contracted. His kiss was slow and gentle, his tongue trailing over the front of her teeth and then the back, drifting across her upper palate before he changed the angle of his head to kiss her more deeply. As she kissed him, he slid his hand down the front of her dress to cup her breast and groaned into her mouth. Kyle’s head and fingers slipped under the bottom of her dress, and she lost the ability to think.
Dimly aware of her clothes being removed, she reached for the guys’ shirts, fumbling for buttons in the darkness. She had her eyes wide open but could see nothing, only hear and feel and smell. They were all arms and legs as they tugged at clothing, laughing as they became tangled with each other.
“Mmm breasts. That must be you, Kyle,” Marc said.
She laughed as Kyle growled.
Their hands caressed her everywhere, and she couldn’t get enough of touching them. She licked Kyle’s nipple and he hissed. His firm, smooth chest rose and fell under her fingers, and his abs tensed as she let her hand drift lower.
Oh God, no hair, but a big, hot, hard cock
. When she rubbed her thumb over the crest, it came away wet and she lifted her hand to her mouth.
“You taste good,” she whispered. “Kiss me?”
And suddenly, he reared away.
Oh shit. What have I done
? Indie had no idea what the problem was, but then suddenly she did. This wasn’t about anything other than fucking. No emotional attachment allowed, not even for one night, only a matter of getting each other off as many times as they could. Even Marc’s kiss soured in her mind. They didn’t care at all, not one little bit and it was too much for her to take.