Heloki turned, waving as he went. “Good night, all.”
“Night,” Jager murmured, closely watching Heloki as he waddled into the house. “Well.” He blew out a long breath. “Guess it’s time for me to split too. What do you want me to do about the photographer? Looks like she’s still at it.”
Flash. As if to taunt him again, Anjelee took a shot of Jager and Mitch.
“Get rid of her,” Mitch growled good-naturedly as he yanked Kiona into his arms and kissed her long and hard. His mouth was wet, demanding, and tasted of champagne. He pressed her body against the hard length of his own, and she caught the unmistakable feel of his half-hard erection against her lower abdomen.
Flash.
“Yes,” she added, winding her arms around his neck. “Get rid of the annoying woman and that damn camera of hers. In fact, get rid of everyone.”
“Um…sure.” Jager didn’t move.
Mitch’s hands went south, cupping Kiona’s ass. The flash of the camera winked again. “Something wrong?”
“Uh, no, no.” Jager tossed the empty beer bottle into a nearby trashcan. “I do need to speak with you about something, but I guess it can wait until tomorrow. Have a good night…all of you.” He sauntered off.
Kiona watched as he stopped to talk to Anjelee. They appeared to have a brief, heated discussion, then Jager stormed into the house.
“What do you suppose is going on between Jager and that photographer chick?” She tucked herself up tighter, clinging to him. All the while, her pussy engorged hoping, just knowing Kol waited for them.
“Hmm, knowing him, he’s probably trying to get in her pants. Looks like he’s not getting anywhere, though. Don’t think she’s his type—or maybe he’s not her type. But you know what?” He kissed her mouth, nipped at her bottom lip, and made a wet trail of sucks and licks down her throat.
She quivered, her response erupting on a moan. “What?”
“You’re my type, all right, and I don’t really give a damn one way or the other about Jager.” He nuzzled his way up to her ear and whispered, “All I care about is making love to you and Kol on our wedding night.”
“I thought you’d never suggest it.” She pulled away and slid her hand into his. Warm, long fingers closed around hers and squeezed with a tenderness she was convinced had to be genuine. “Let’s go.”
“’Bout damn time.”
Five minutes after the DJ, the photographer, and the wedding planner had packed up and gone, and Mitch and Kiona had bid their last guests farewell, they strolled into the master suite hand-in-hand.
Kol lounged naked on Mitch’s huge bed, his cock stretched flaccidly along that sexy crease where thigh joined hip. She studied his buff body with the colorful array of tattoos, her fingers curling into her palms with a sudden need to explore those familiar adornments on his flesh. Proudly native, he had one tattoo depicting each of the four gods.
Kane, the procreator, was represented on Kol’s left outer biceps by an owl in flight, its eyes two glowing yellow suns. Kanaloa, lord of the seas and winds, was opposite on the right arm, formed by an interwoven octopus and squid amid crashing ocean waves. Though by his position she couldn’t view the tattoo of Ku, she knew its details well. Its colorful beauty adorned his left shoulder blade, and was a masterpiece of scarlet i’iwi feathers gilded with serrated dog’s teeth and mother-of-pearl eyes. Finally, he’d had Lono, the god of thunder, etched onto his hip just above the spot where his cock currently lounged. The half-man, half-wolf image howled at storm clouds wrought by jagged lightning and crashing seas.
Kiona had always thought its position near his manhood to be extremely sexy. But now, at this pivotal moment in her life, she welcomed the irony of its shape-shifter form. It not only paralleled his dark and tempestuous moods, but his newly admitted bisexuality, as well.
Warm cream gushed into her panties at the thought of it, of that and everything that was to be consummated tonight between the three of them.
Kol punched the remote control buttons, his gaze never leaving the TV screen. “I’ve gone from soft to hard to soft again like ten times already, just waiting for you two. What took you so damn long?”
“Looks like the wait was well worth it,” Kiona purred, leaving Mitch at the door and padding barefoot across the plush carpeting until she reached the bed. She gazed down at Kol and stripped off her lei. Cool air gusted in through the open bay window and caressed her perspiring flesh. She unbuttoned her dress, slid it down her arms and over her hips, and let her breasts bounce free. They were heavy and engorged, the nipples so tight and achy, it felt as if they might burst. Kiona cupped one mound, skimmed the other hand down her belly and into her G-string. She filled her palm with her drenched cunt, rubbing, soothing herself.
“Guess what? It’s happening, Kol. Finally. He said he’d bring by the paperwork and sign the trust fund over to me.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow before we leave on our honeymoon. Isn’t it exciting?” Exhilaration bubbled up inside her as she dove onto the bed and crawled atop Kol’s thick, warm chest.
His arms went around her, squeezing her on a sigh. He clamped his eyes shut and kissed her temple. “You sure?”
Ducking her head, she smacked her lips against his and let the glee of triumph soar through her veins. “Positive. It worked. The marriage to Mitch, the wedding, everything. Even your addendum to our contract is going to work for us.”
“Mmm.” He dragged a thumbnail up and down her bare back making her tremble with gooseflesh. She glanced around and saw that he’d lit lots of candles in preparation for their wedding night. The flames danced, both emphasizing and shadowing the planes and angles of his sculpted body and darkly handsome face. Kol’s warm breath fanned her cheek, his anxious panting the result of months of pent-up emotion inflicted by her father, finally released. She caught the lingering scent of tequila on his breath entwined with the salty sea breeze wafting in through the window. His arms held her tenderly, his gaze alight with hope.
The curtains billowed inward and the rush of the sea played musically in the background. The bedroom was positioned on the opposite end of the house from the rear deck. It shared a cliff-like, uncovered lanai with the den, both overlooking a rocky tumble to the beach and the Pacific below. Perfect. So romantic. She couldn’t have asked for a sexier ambiance than this on her wedding night.
I’m so happy!
Kol’s gaze shifted to look over her shoulder. Her belly quickened and moisture flooded her panties when she saw the gleam of lust there the moment his eyes met Mitch’s.
Kiona slid a look at Mitch. He stood near the closed door right where she’d left him. In his Hawaiian wedding attire, he exuded male elegance and raw sexuality. His tanned complexion shone light-bronze against the white background and colorful flowered fabric of his button-up shirt. He had his hands shoved into the pockets of his white trousers, but still she could discern the outline of his rising, enormous erection.
Heated lust quickened in her belly; her nipples tingled. Wow, this man was her husband. And here she lay atop another man, also her husband in spirit and in her heart. Leave it to Kiona to fall into such an unconventional sort of arrangement.
But heaven above, she loved it!
“How about we try out that contract now and see how we all like it?” Kol suggested, reaching down to hook a finger in her panties. The silky, soaked fabric briefly stuck to her sex-lips when he dragged the G-string down and over her hips. She obliged, wiggling and rising up to allow him to peel them off. He tossed the undergarment onto the floor and continued to stare expectantly at Mitch.
Kol’s hard body and warmth permeated her flesh from breasts to toes. His sparse chest and leg hairs tickled her bare skin, and his quickly hardening cock had been sandwiched between their bodies. She rubbed her abdomen against him, doing a dance over him while kissing his salty neck. She rode the wicked thrill of it with reckless abandon, knowing Mitch studied her nude ass and, from his view near t
he door, she was well aware he caught glimpses of her drenched mons between her spread legs.
A sidelong glance proved Mitch had just shed his clothes, his wedding lei now piled atop his garments. What a glorious sight, she thought, to study the famous movie star, not on the big screen, but within reach, right here on their wedding night while Kol willingly shared the awesomeness of it with her. Acutely aware of Kol’s warmth running the length of her front side, Kiona’s gaze scanned Mitch’s lean limbs as he sauntered nearer, the sleek jaguar circling his prey. His penis stood at a rigid angle from his flat belly, its swollen head crowning the veiny length of steel. She scanned higher, longing to scrape her nails down his wide, sinewy torso and sculpted, smooth chest with its dark, erect nipples. Her mouth watered, fully ready to taste and suckle the manly nubs.
The bed shifted slightly when he climbed onto the mattress and crawled across the slick emerald comforter, his eyes seeming to drink in the sight before him. “I don’t think there’s going to be any question whether any of us likes it or not,” Mitch murmured, his voice deep and laced with arousal.
Kiona glanced down at Mitch’s hands. On the left, he wore the single, wide gold wedding band she’d placed on his finger during the ceremony tonight. On his other hand, he wore a platinum band, one that Kol had slid onto Mitch’s right ring finger during their private three-way wedding ceremony a few nights ago following their meeting with Jager. Kiona wore an identical one on her right hand, as well—the one Kol had placed on her finger that same night. Finally, Kol wore one from Mitch and one from Kiona.
They were all now connected in their hearts and under God’s eyes by a three-sided commitment.
The arrangement Mitch had come up with had been mutual without any disagreements. A contract had been drawn up to coincide with their clandestine wedding. It had outlined the fact that Kol and Kiona were a couple first and foremost, that they loved one another, but had mutually approved of Mitch as part of their partnership. It stated that at no time could Mitch and Kiona as a legally married couple exclude or divorce Kol unless all three agreed, and that to do so would be the only factor that would allow Kol the option of writing a tell-all book about the famous icon and his true predilection for both women and men. True, it had been a chancy thing for Mitch to agree to, but then again, all three of them had their own specific risks, and of them all, Kol had the most emotionally to lose, and the least amount of legal leverage in the arrangement.
The basis of their contract was, of course, illegal in that the essence of it implied polygamy. But it wasn’t as if it had been filed in the higher courts. It simply was private insurance between them all—known and held only by the three of them, God, and Jager—that gave them each peace of mind and allowed them to enjoy their newfound triad.
Mitch had netted a Hollywood trophy wife to parade around on the red carpet, as well as the added bonus of being able to live out his true private fantasies without ruining his career in the process. Though he’d have to remove the platinum ring in public so as not to get tongues wagging and speculating, he vowed always to wear it in private.
Kiona would be able to keep the man she loved, while finally getting access to her trust fund. A perk she hadn’t planned for, but couldn’t help being thrilled about, was she would not only be the publicized wife of Mitch Wulfrum, but also his private one with all the amenities! Though she’d continue to have to hide evidence of her ongoing relationship with Kol from her father and from the public, she would walk that rocky path when and if she ever came to it. For now, she’d achieved all of her dreams. And then some.
Finally, Kol would possess the woman he loved once and for all. He’d have to continue to dodge Heloki, but he now had the security of their marriage, and the added benefit of being able to further exercise that bisexual side of himself that, as it had turned out, had been far darker and sexier than Kiona could ever have imagined.
Life couldn’t get any better, she decided as Mitch stretched out beside Kol, both men hard and manly, one blond, one dark. Happiness welled up inside her. It was her wedding night, and she couldn’t wait to make love to them both, to consummate their threesome marriage and to further explore this naughty little pact they’d formed.
Chapter Ten
Kol dragged his knuckles down Mitch’s chest, skimming them over one taut nipple. Mitch groaned when Kol went lower over his quivering abdomen and closed his hand around Mitch’s cock. He clamped his eyes shut, surrendering to the moment.
“I think you’re right,” Kol replied, his voice thick with lust. “We’re all going to enjoy this immensely.”
Kiona squelched a vague sense of shyness by reaching out and wrapping her hand around the back of Kol’s. She urged him to stroke up, down. “No one is going to have a better time than me.” She gyrated her pelvis, rubbing her pussy up and down Kol’s cock, while her hand assisted him in bringing Mitch to a full hard-on. “I mean, look at you two. I’m so lucky. Do you know how many women in this world would envy me if they could see me now?”
“Uh-uh, no one’s going to see you but me and Mitch.” Kol whacked her rump, leaving behind a sting and the warm ease of desire flooding her quim. “Now, how about we take this into the bathroom?”
One eyelid popped open and Mitch croaked, “The bathroom?”
“Mmm, yeah.” Kol eased Kiona aside and leapt to his feet. She would never forget the rare but genuine grin on his face. It was boyish, mischievous, and she hoped to God it foreshadowed a life of love and satisfaction for them all. “While you two were out there playing bride and groom, I was in here setting the ambiance like a good third wheel. Got the Jacuzzi tub bubbling, candles lit, champagne chilling, and enough hors d’oeuvres for an army. Even got a bisexual porno flick set to play on the flat-screen TV above the big-ass tub.”
“A bi porno?” Mitch rolled over and got to his feet. He threw a smoldering smile over his shoulder and clutched his left chest. “Ah, a man after my own heart.”
Watching sexy videos with Kol was nothing new to Kiona. But they’d never watched one with another person present, especially not another man.
Kiona pressed a hand to her forehead. She felt giddy, totally dizzy with ribald lust. Crawling from the bed, she fixed her gaze on the doorway she knew led into the master bath. She could see the flicker of candlelight on the open koa wood door, and now that she honed in on it, she could hear the faint bubbling of the jets in the tub, and could detect the aroma of coconut-scented wax. Anticipation spun around in her gut, tumbled over nerves, and shot up to close around her windpipe. She couldn’t catch her breath. Though she felt as if she’d just run a marathon, she took a few wobbly steps toward the bathroom, her heart knocking against her ribs.
“Wait.” Mitch took her hand and yanked her into his arms. He positioned his warm body flush against hers, and planted a wet kiss on her mouth. His tongue dragged in a dizzying path around her open lips. She tasted champagne and sweet fruit, longing for more.
She stretched, rising up on tiptoe, her arms sliding up to hook behind his neck. The kiss deepened. He moaned into the cavern of her mouth, she moaned back. His tongue worked her lips open wider, testing the strength of her tongue against his, tracing her teeth, and nibbling at her lips. Mitch splayed a hand over her ass and pressed her pussy firmly against his stone-hard penis. Knowing Kol watched, a flame erupted in her swollen clitoris—embers to fire, inferno to billowing smoke. Before she could bask further in Mitch’s heat, he tore free of the kiss. She gasped when he bent and lifted her into his arms.
Kiona hesitantly glanced at Kol. Her lips were bruised to tenderness, her breathing ragged, and her pussy soaked with intense want. Was Kol okay with seeing her in her legal husband’s arms? Apparently, Kol didn’t seem to mind that Mitch had dominated the moment, and there didn’t appear to be any reason at all to worry that Kol had felt neglected. His inky-black, lust-filled eyes never left Mitch and Kiona. Kol stood there several feet from the bathroom door, a Polynesian god, tattooed muscles flexing by ca
ndlelight, jacking himself off to the sight of Mitch kissing Kiona, then lifting her into his arms. Kol stared, clearly mesmerized, as Mitch held Kiona possessively against him, both nude and fully aroused.
Mitch’s own eyes were glazed with need when he directed his comments to Kol. “Being the bride and all, she should be carried over the threshold. Do you mind? Or would you like to do it? I mean, she’s your bride too.”
Even though, in reality, she was Kol’s bride only by their private ceremony and not by law, just the fact that Mitch offered, said it all. It meant he honored their arrangement, whether a court would or not.
Kol shook his head. “Go right ahead. Kiona and I have had our moments alone.” She knew Kol referred to their recent romantic tryst on the beach. He’d carried her into the house in the midst of a storm, and no one could refute that, at that moment, they were married heart and soul.
“Besides, I’ve discovered I like to watch,” Kol added with a wink.
“Are you sure?” She asked it even as Mitch started toward the bathroom.
“Never surer of anything in my life.” Following on Mitch’s trail, Kol massaged his own balls and then slid his hand back up to caress himself as he walked.
She kept her gaze on Kol, watching him over Mitch’s shoulder. She could almost feel his intent look caressing her, firing up her loins. He held her stare and she caught the unmistakable gleam of confidence there. Yes, that stormy night on the beach had been time well invested.
They passed through the doorway, but even from the short distance with Kol just outside in the bedroom, something else formed in his eyes, and it made her shiver. It was intense, one man completely sharing and surrendering his woman to another man he had grown to trust in less than a week’s time. It made her breathless and sent hormones rushing through her system.
Kiona suppressed an eruption of lightheadedness. She had one cock pressed against the underside of her thigh, and yet another only five feet away from her, erect and ready to please her…and Mitch. How had she gotten here in this surreal place in her life?
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