by Vivian Arend
Paige’s eyes widened, and she was the one who winked secretively this time. “Is there something you two aren’t telling me about?”
Trent sputtered. “Your arse, your arse. Jesus Christ, woman, do I need to spell it out?”
“Well, I didn’t want to get in the way if you two were doing the nasty. I’m fine with it, as long as I get to be in the audience.”
Trent sat on the lower swell of the bench and threaded his fingers into her hair. He brought her face close until she had nowhere to escape. She was still grinning like a maniac.
“I am one hundred and ten percent heterosexual, and so is Mason. The only backside I’m sticking my dick in is yours. Now, get ready to be fucked, woman.”
He kissed her madly, dragging her against his chest. Mason had to admit that Trent wasn’t the only one of them who liked to watch. Seeing them explore each other’s mouths with bruising kisses, observing Paige as she scrambled into his best mate’s lap—hell, it might make him a pervert, but it fucking well turned his crank.
Mason dragged himself away for long enough to grab two condoms and some lube. He rolled his own on, thrusting into his hands as Paige and Trent gyrated together breathlessly. It was time. If he didn’t take control of the situation now he was going to blow before he even got a chance to slip inside her.
He stepped to the foot of the chair and knelt. “Paige, come here. Lie on your belly and face me.”
Trent reluctantly released her. Mason slipped him a condom and the lube, motioning with his head for Trent to back up. His friend frowned, then slid into the dip. Comprehension crossed his face as Paige obeyed Mason’s instructions, draping herself over the lower end of the bench.
The position left her hips raised slightly, her legs spread on either side of the couch, backside presented in Trent’s direction. He rubbed a hand slowly over her bare cheeks, sheer delight in his expression.
“You have the most fucking fantastic body.” Trent strategically drizzled oil then squeezed the flesh under his hands and Paige moaned out her pleasure.
This was going to be the shortest double fuck in history. Mason’s balls ached, and he figured he was going to last two, maybe three thrusts tops.
Good thing he could still orchestrate it to be fun for Paige.
He leaned in and kissed her. She had rested her elbows on the cushioning of the lower hump, and with him kneeling before her, their mouths lined up perfectly. He sighed into her mouth with happiness. The chair had simply been a research discovery he’d slipped into a story. Getting to actually use one? The rest of his writing buddies didn’t need to know that the chair was this successful.
Her lips under his, completely soft and pliable. It was partly diversion—he didn’t think Trent needed any advice of what to do while he was distracting her.
When she let out a little gasp he smiled. Nope. No instructions needed.
“So fucking gorgeous. You like my finger in your arse don’t you?” Trent continued to talk, his dirty descriptions of adding another finger perfectly coinciding with the minute tensing then relaxing of Paige under Mason’s lips.
He pulled back to admire her more closely. She rested her cheek on her hands and hummed softly as Trent spread her on his fingers. Finally Trent rose slightly and placed the well-lubed head of his cock to her opening. Both Paige and Mason let out long groans as Trent slowly pressed forward.
When the head of his cock disappeared he paused. “Good?”
Paige nodded even as she blew out a long uneven breath. “I swear you get bigger every time.”
Way to stroke a guy’s ego. Trent grinned at Mason before turning his full concentration back to slipping into her sweet body. Mason’s dick jerked at the sight, and if he hadn’t had the damn condom on he would have been dripping everywhere. He was ready to go off at the slightest provocation.
While Trent’s cock disappeared into her backside, Paige reached for them. One hand caught hold of Mason, one Trent. She linked her fingers through theirs and held on as if she was afraid she was going to be forcibly removed.
Mason had no intention of letting her go anywhere, and with every minute that passed, they got that much closer to letting her know exactly how permanent they wanted this arrangement to be.
Loud groans from both Trent and Paige announced their complete connection. Hips tight to her arse, Trent squeezed his eyes closed then sighed. “I’m gonna die.”
Mason knew the damn feeling. “Lie back.”
Trent nodded but dragged his hips away for one more stroke. His thrust back in was accompanied by a long, enthusiastic cry from Paige.
“So, so good. God, why does that feel so good?”
Trent wrapped an arm around her and pulled her upright with him. The change in position left them sitting vertically with her arse resting tight to his groin.
“Fuck.” Trent panted, obviously fighting for control. “That’s…”
“…deeper. Oh God, oh God. Mason? Hurry…”
Trent leaned back on the smooth slope of the higher swell. Paige panted a couple of times before joining him.
Her knees were spread wide, her legs resting on the outside of Trent’s. She basically lay on top of him, speared on his cock as they reclined on the couch. His feet were planted firmly on the floor and the position left her sex wide open. Moisture coated her labia, painted the inside of her thighs. She was so wet she glistened with it. She rested her head on Trent’s shoulder and her perfect breasts thrust at Mason.
He could have stared for hours.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Trent ordered.
“Yes, now. Oh, please, now.” Paige writhed and Trent swore, the motion obviously squeezing her tight passage around his shaft.
Mason couldn’t wait any longer even if he’d wanted to draw it out. He straddled the bench as well, his ass resting on the warm leather. He held the base of his cock and tilted it toward her sex.
Warm. Slick. He rubbed the hard cock head between her labia, scooting high enough to nick her clit on every pass.
Paige’s brown orbs opened wide, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. She reached down and took hold of him and on the next rock, guided the head of his cock into her heat.
That was the end of his control. Mason pressed in slowly, the tightness of her passage compounded by the thickness of Trent’s dick in her arse. She was filled to the brim, and when he finally forced his cock all the way in, all three of them moaned in unison.
“You have to do all the work,” Trent gritted out. “I can’t shift, but I can freaking feel every move you make. Make love to her for both of us.”
That he could do. The sun shining in the window fell across the chair like a spotlight on their erotic tableau. Mason withdrew his dick and thrust in once, then again. Both times, air escaped from Paige’s lungs on an exhale full of pleasure and heat.
Harder, he plunged in, the force shoving her back against Trent, and both of them voiced their approval. The sticky sweet scent in the air from Paige’s baking was covered by the rising smell of sex. Hard, dirty, needy as all get-out. Mason pumped again and again until his balls were tucked so tight to his body they felt like rocks, barely budging as his hips slammed against Paige’s.
Mason leaned his torso out of the way to reach to capture her clit between his fingers, even as he kept drilling into her sex.
One touch—that was all it took—and she was gone, calling his name, Trent’s.
Game over. She scratched her nails down his back, and he shot like a drunken fool, no finesse, simple need racing through his body and exploding out the end of his dick. Trent must have lost control at the same time, and they both held Paige in place as their cocks emptied.
His brain muddled.
Mason panted, leaning back on the lower bump, his heart racing, mind fogged. Before him, Paige sprawled, boneless in Trent’s arms. Mason’s coc
k still filled her, and he slipped a finger softly along the crease between them. A series of aftershocks took her, her passage tightening around him so hard she pressed him free.
Oh God, that had been incredible. He struggled to find something to say. His tongue didn’t seem to be working anymore. Mason wavered slightly, his brain too numb with pleasure to control his balance.
Okay. Here was one problem with the chair he’d never dreamed of. Trent and Paige were totally supported as they reclined, but he was in danger of falling to the floor on his arse.
Then a soft sound, a rumble, made him peel his eyes open and he chuckled.
“What?” Trent sounded as mindless as Mason felt.
He managed to drag himself back to the raised lower end of the couch, staring at Paige’s beautiful face for a moment before winking at his best friend.
“We’ve fucked her senseless.”
Trent’s eyes widened for a second then crinkled with laughter as another soft purr of sleep escaped from Paige’s lips.
Chapter Six
Waking in the middle of the big bed, completely naked and cleaned up, proved the whole experience had been more intense than she’d expected. If she didn’t feel so deliciously used, Paige would have been a lot more embarrassed to realize she’d fallen asleep with the two men still buried in her body. It was too hilarious to be upset about though, and man-oh-man, she had enjoyed every minute of it.
She stretched her arms over her head and arched her back, loosening the minor kinks and aches in her limbs. Her cheeks warmed as she smiled to herself, remembering what caused them.
“You look like a cat when you do that.”
Paige rolled to her belly to discover Trent watching her from the easy chair beside the bed, his gaze roaming approvingly over her naked flesh.
She meowed lightly and he laughed.
They stared at each other for a moment until Paige forced herself to break eye contact and drag herself from the bed to find some clothes.
“Where’s Mason?”
Trent pointed below them. “He’s going to meet us at the soft opening first-night party in thirty minutes.”
Hmm. She hesitated between the limited articles in her bag to choose from. “It’s not formal dress, is it?”
“Hell no. It’s at Bar Evoke. Although, Kylie did mention she had some kind of incredible surprise planned. I have to say, she’s done a bloody good job, even if she is my sister.”
Paige stared at herself in the mirror as she fixed her hair. There didn’t seem to be any time when she had them together that they could just talk. Maybe that was a good thing. So far she’d managed to keep her mouth shut and not ruin this weekend.
She double-checked her desserts, and after Trent taste-tested one and expressed his approval, she sent off the modified recipe to the chef via email.
It seemed only a moment later they were in one of the long hallways connecting the various parts of the resort. Ahead, Mason lazed against the wall and her heart fluttered at the sight of him. The fluttering changed to intense pulsing centered between her legs as he peeled himself off the wall, cupped her face in his hands and proceeded to kiss her breathless.
When she’d finally remembered she wasn’t supposed to be his date for the weekend, she forced her hands between their bodies and reluctantly pushed him away.
“Hey, we don’t want to get our butts kicked by any of Trent’s family or friends who think we’re cheating on him. Right?”
“I just…” Mason sighed. “Right.”
She tugged the neckline of her dress back into place—it was as if he couldn’t resist touching her. Trent either, but he could get away with it. Mason had to demonstrate a little restraint or they would face all kinds of impossible questions.
Trent linked his fingers through hers, giving Mason a mock dirty look. “Yeah. Hands off my girl.”
Mason bumped his shoulder, and the two of them laughed at each other as they escorted her the rest of the way to the party.
Music spilled from the entrance of Bar Evoke. The decor was gorgeous, the long bank of windows facing the Pacific sparkling with the reflected light off the water. Sunset approached, and very shortly the hall’s occupants would be treated to the most spectacular light display.
“Miss Kingston?”
A soft touch on her arm distracted her from the incredible setting. “Leo? What’s up?”
The head chef dipped his head politely. “If I could have a moment?”
Paige nodded and turned to the guys. “Go ahead—I’ll join you in a minute.”
Trent hesitated. Mason frowned.
She pushed them away. “Go. Grab us chairs. I’m fine.”
Reluctantly, they stepped into the bar and disappeared behind a shimmering silver column.
Leo waited patiently until she turned her attention on him.
“I wanted to let you know our supply barge arrived. It had everything you listed as required in the modified recipe you sent to the kitchen. Thank you so much for your assistance. We’ll take care of the desserts tomorrow—don’t let us interrupt your holiday any further.”
She smiled at him. “I’m glad I could help. You’re fortunate to receive fresh ingredients on a regular basis. I wondered if being so remote was going to make your deliveries more erratic.”
“Twice daily.”
“Twice?” Paige was impressed.
He nodded. “There are two barges. They drop supplies then head back to the mainland about an hour later. The most recent landed about half an hour ago and sent the groceries in first thing.”
Paige accepted his hearty handshake before slipping into the bar.
In the distance, voices rose above the noise and chaos of the rest of the partygoers. Paige spotted not only Mason and Trent in the middle of it, but Kylie and Mason’s sister, McKenzie. A massive man followed her like a shadow. Aidan, maybe? Paige was pretty sure that was the name Mason had mentioned a few times. People slapped each other on the back, shared hugs, and familiar laughter rang on the air.
Paige was still too far away to hear what they were saying, and she approached slowly, loath to intrude as Kylie squeezed McKenzie in another bear hug. The only one of the Goddess Pack she didn’t spot was Sienna.
Since she only knew the receiving parties a little, Paige was far more interested in watching her guys, soaking in every memory possible. Trent’s grin was so wide he was almost smirking. Mason shook the enormous man’s hand enthusiastically, then in his typical off-the-wall manner, reached up and gave him a noogie.
Death wish much?
Aidan didn’t do anything in response but flash a sheepish grin.
Paige waited to the side, hoping she could get through the evening without making a fool of herself, or the guys. Maybe she should just go hide in the kitchen. That would work—Leo would probably welcome her with open arms.
Running away from the guys she loved to go play in the kitchen. Smart plan, idiot.
“What’s that smile for?” Trent appeared beside her, sliding his hand around her waist.
She picked part of the truth to share. “I’m happy I could help Kylie in the kitchen. Feel as if I’ve earned my way.”
He pressed a kiss to her cheek, the warmth of his body wrapping her in security. “You didn’t owe anyone anything, but I’m pleased you stepped in.”
He guided her back to the table they’d nabbed and pulled out one of the chairs.
A trace of fear and regret washed over her. Honestly? She didn’t want to officially meet all the family and friends before fading off into the sunset. It was going to make things that much harder when she left.
Good memories. Positive experiences. She had to concentrate on them instead, and up to now that’s exactly what this day had been about. The most incredible start to a final weekend. Paige leaned back, crossed her legs and let her ankle
bounce with the rhythm of the music playing quietly in the background.
The others settled at the table, conversation continuing to flow.
Mason leaned in on her right, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder. He stared at her legs before giving a low growl. “I’m so going to strip those stockings off with my teeth.”
“Stop it,” she whispered. “You need to behave.”
“I am behaving. I’m treating my girl to a preview of what she can expect later.”
His girl. Paige sighed, happiness and pain mingling to torment her. She wiggled her shoulder until he was forced to retreat.
Paige shuffled a little farther out of the banter swelling and falling like waves around the group of tight-knit friends. If she were staying and truly going with Trent, she’d be right in there, sharing smiles and good wishes. Learning more about them as people, and not just names mentioned in passing during stories told by her guys. Things like discovering why Kylie seemed to have a different man with her here at the party than the one who had been groping her madly as they disappeared into that broom closet.
She caught herself frowning and forced a smile back on her face. Wasn’t this the most awkward thing? Hanging around people, most of whom had no idea of her real identity, and all of them unaware even those tenuous threads were about to be severed.
This whole party was a bad idea.
She managed to stay out of any deep discussions without making it appear as if she was dodging questions and avoiding truly joining into the swing of the party. Her sudden relief at the announcement the buffet line was open was so sharp she fought down giggles.
The group rose from the table, a moving mass of happiness and camaraderie, and Paige ached a little harder. It was made just that much worse when she ended up next to Mason’s sister, who overflowed with sheer happiness. Her beaming face made Paige feel even guiltier.
She’d never thought herself the jealous type, but between her reaction earlier to Sienna, and her current response to McKenzie’s enthusiasm, it seemed the green-eyed monster was firmly riding her back.
