“Feel good, baby?” Kol asked, pushing the head a mere inch inside her slick ass.
Unable to speak, she bit her lip and nodded instead. Flames sparked in little frissons around the sensitive nerves. At first, her involuntary reaction was to tighten her cunt and sphincter muscles. As a result, she gloved Mitch’s full girth tighter with her moist canal. It caused him to groan again, and apparently at insanity’s door, he started to move inside her, pulling out, pushing back in. He released a sound of impatience and alternated kissing her with reaching out to drag Kol’s mouth to his over her shoulder.
Mitch’s tempo picked up. Kol held on, allowing himself to bob in the water with them, little by little sliding further inside her. She forced out a guttural cry as the flames teetered back and forth between her pussy and anus. Her entire pelvis felt heavy and deliciously achy, and she knew it wouldn’t take much more to raise the level of heat and bring her to paradise.
Gradually, she forced herself to relax, even as her clitoris ground over Mitch’s pubic bone. She had a rabid urge to feel Kol completely sheathed inside her ass. But this time, what filled her pussy wouldn’t be a small toy.
Her sex surrounded Mitch’s hardness. She threw her head back with an animal cry of ecstasy when Kol slowly, completely filled her. His erection nearly touched Mitch’s somewhere deep inside her. Their strong thighs were tangled together, their balls almost as one beneath her. She had four arms surrounding her, two mouths devouring her flesh wherever they could. She reached behind her, pulled Kol close over her shoulder, and kissed him on a growl.
When she switched to kissing Mitch, Kol breathed heavily, “Wow. I can feel him. I can feel Mitch inside you. It’s like we’re almost cock-to-cock in the same hole. Jesus, this is so fucking sexy…”
It was the tone of a man out of control, one experiencing a level of bliss he’d never attained before. That in itself propelled her own desire forward. She hung on the precipice of the orgasm, amazed by the thrill of it, the fullness and fulfillment that wracked her core with barely any movement at all. Finally being filled by two cocks at once rather than a toy substitution, it was as if her life at last made sense and had direction. However her father, or the world, or Mitch’s fans might look at it, this was who she was—who all three of them were—and it was where she always wanted to be. Though she never even suspected before Mitch had strolled into her life, she understood now that she needed to receive the love of two men at once. And she needed to offer her love to more than one, as well.
“Mmm, you have no idea,” Mitch countered.
The sun warmed their skin as they bobbed, but the cool water splashed around them, soothing their hot flesh. Mitch slid in and out, his shaft aligned with Kol’s inside her as Mitch expertly stimulated her G-spot. His eyes were glazed over as they locked with Kol’s then shifted back to hers. She nearly drowned in his aqua gaze, the pupils constricted, his expression one of deep emotion.
“Both of you…” Mitch shook his head, perspiration beading his forehead. “I think I’m falling. This—the two of you—it’s exactly what I needed in my life.”
Kol rocked with him, treating her to a gentle but devastatingly arousing rhythm. “I agree…didn’t think I had room for anyone but Ki in my life…” His voice was strained, choppy, as if he used every bit of his strength to talk. “But oh, God, I’m going to…”
When Kol groaned, twitching behind her, and reached out to clutch her and Mitch together, it pushed her over the edge. Kiona laid her head back on Kol’s shoulder and clamped her eyes shut, waiting for the tide to wash fully over her. Mitch tightened his embrace pulling them both closer, the move causing her clitoris to rub harder against him. Her orgasm rose higher, exploding harder, hotter. All at once she felt a flood of Mitch’s heat in her womb, and Kol’s deep inside her ass within the confines of the condom. Her inner muscles spasmed, contracting around the thicknesses of both cocks at once. In between the two hard bodies, she jerked her hips up one last time, jammed herself back down, and reached for the final barrage of rapture.
Pleasure. Ecstasy. Utter bliss. She’d never experienced it quite so intensely before. Gasping for air, she slowly opened her eyes. Kol pulled out of her replacing his heat with the coolness of the water upon her tender flesh. She was left with Mitch inside her. He had his face buried in the hollow of her neck, kissing her, murmuring unintelligibly.
Kol floated around to their sides and wrapped them in a tight embrace. “Do you two have any idea how happy I am? Didn’t know I could love so much.”
She noted his voice had cracked with emotion as he spoke, and it made her heart ache with joy. “We have a very special, wonderful thing here. I hope to God no one ever ruins it for us.”
At Kiona and Kol’s words, she could swear she saw tears in the corners of Mitch’s eyes, but they held the unmistakable glitter of happiness. Overwhelmed with love, she dragged both mouths to hers and sparred with tongues and hungry lips.
Kol chuckled. “Nah, it’ll be fine. We might be a secret scandal right beneath the world’s nose, but no one’ll ever know for sure.” He made a face, lifting one inky-black eyebrow. “Hmm, kind of hot to have such a wicked secret, huh? Makes me want to do it again.”
Mitch sighed with an air of exaggerated drama. After all, he knew his theatrics well. “You are one horny bastard, you know that?”
“You haven’t seen the worst of it yet,” Kiona advised.
Kol grinned his agreement, kicking his feet in front of him and his arms to the side so that he floated backwards away from them. “I might be a bastard, and I might be horny,” he said to Mitch, “but at least I’m not thick-headed and careless enough to allow my…sexual preferences to get hung out on the line for the whole damn world to see.” He roared good-naturedly at his own wit.
Mitch’s body tensed. He lifted her away from him and set her aside until she got her footing on the sandy bed of the lagoon. He raked a hand through his damp hair, leaving it standing on end, and shot a look of pure male competitiveness at Kol. “Thick-headed, huh?” He gave her a sidelong glance. “Honey, you didn’t happen to bring an extra condom out here with you, did you?”
She giggled, already feeling the heat firing up in her loins again. “No…but I’d be delighted to swim over to the dock and get one for you.”
“Ki, don’t you dare,” Kol warned, starting to swim away from them with quick strokes. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Mitch pushed his way through the water. “Go get one, Ki. I think it’s time I show him just how thick my head really is…”
Kiona’s laughter carried out across the bay. She watched as Mitch dove atop Kol and dragged him under the water. They came up locked in a passionate kiss, their hands racing haphazardly over each other, as if to channel their male aggressiveness into foreplay.
She reached down and touched herself. God, they’d done it so many times in the last few days, she was tender as hell. Maybe this time she’d just watch, and masturbate if worst came to worst. As she swam, she watched Mitch work his way down Kol’s torso, trailing kisses along Kol’s rippled abdomen. Then Mitch went under the water and Kol’s head fell back with a growl.
Hmm, screw that. Maybe she’d watch the time after this?
Her clitoris engorged, and that heavy warmth of arousal spilled into her pussy. With euphoric love soaring in her heart and warming up her loins, she swam toward the pier to fetch that condom. Oh yeah, the temperature in Kabana was only just starting to rise.
Hawaiian Glossary
ahahana—shame on you; you’re gonna get it
aloha—greeting for hello or good-bye
aloha wau iâ ’oe—I love you
auê!—oh! [used to express wonder, fear, scorn, affection, pitty]
’ea?—isn’t that so? that’s it, right? [often added to the end of sentences, ie “It’s that way, is it?”]
hâmau—silence
hemolele—perfection; flawless
hiwahiwa—precious, beloved, darling
ho—wo
w
hoaloha—friend
hûpô—fool; stupid
i’iwi—a colorful red Hawaiian bird with a long hooked beak whose feathers were often used to make capes, helmets, and other symbols for use by royalty
kamali’i—child
Kanaloa—Hawaiian god of the ocean and ocean winds
Kane—Hawaiian god of procreation, sunlight, fresh water, and forests
kapu—taboo, forbidden, out of bounds
koa—native Hawaiian tree used to make furniture, and other items
koa congo—large drum with a warm beat, made with koa wood
kulikuli—hush; be quiet; be still
kupaianaha—amazing; fantastic; wonderful; phenomenal
ku’u—my
ku’u aloha—my love
lanai—porch, veranda, balcony, sometimes enclosed
lapuwale—fool; worthless; wretch; scoundrel
lauhala—leaves from the hala tree used to weave baskets; also used to make roofing, flooring, mats, bedding mats, clothing, boat sails, jewelry, etc.
lei—garland, necklace
lôlô—stupid; dumb
Lono—Hawaiian god of thunder, clouds, winds, fertility, agriculture, and sea
loulu—low and bushy palmetto-type palm plant
mahalo—thank you
makakoa—bold, fierce, unafraid
makuakane—father
malihini—visitor, newcomer to the islands
milimili—toy, plaything, pet, beloved
Mikeke—Mitch
Mikela—Mitchell
nohea—loveliness; handsome
naupaka—thick green beachside bushes with white blooms, native to Hawaii
pa’akiki—hardhead; stubborn; difficult
pau—done; completed; the end
puka—hole, opening
pupu—Hawaiian hors d’oeuvres, snacks
pupule—crazy
’û!—a grunting, groaning, moaning, sighing, or humming exclamation
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Aurora’s Triangle
Getting her back will be the toughest deal they’ve ever negotiated.
Stay With Me
© 2008 Maya Banks
On the night of her fifth anniversary, Catherine Cullen-Wellesley intends to break the news to the two men in her life. She’s pregnant with their child. It’ll be the perfect preamble to the vacation they’ve promised her: Two weeks on a Jamaican beach. No cell phones, no emails, no business.
But when Logan and Rhys blow off the trip for yet another “business emergency”, Catherine faces some difficult truths. She hasn’t come first in her busy husbands’ lives in a long time. Defiantly, she packs her bags for her long-awaited vacation—alone. It’ll give her a chance to figure out what the hell she’s going to do with the rest of her life.
When Logan and Rhys come home to an empty house, they realize two things: One, it was a mistake to take Catherine for granted. Two, they’re not willing to just let her walk out of their lives.
Winning her back will be the most difficult battle of their lives—more important than any business deal they’ve ever negotiated.
Warning: This title contains explicit sex, ménage a trois, a polyamorous relationship, graphic language, and sex near a beach (and in the shower).
Enjoy the following excerpt for Stay With Me:
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it.”
Catherine spun around, shocked to see Logan standing there, hands shoved into his pockets. He looked as though he hadn’t showered, shaved or changed in a week.
Rumpled pants, disheveled shirt. Work clothes.
She finally closed her mouth and tried to control the tremble of her muscles.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded.
He moved closer until she could see the anger outlined on his face. The moon cast a pale glow over both of them, and she backed hesitantly away until she was ankle-deep in the surf.
His fingers closed around her upper arm, and he pulled her forward until she was clear of the water.
“I came to find you,” he said simply.
“But how did you know where I was?” she asked, still numb with the shock of seeing him. He was here. Not at work.
His expression darkened. “It wasn’t easy. I had no idea where you’d gone. You left no note. Made no call. Just disappeared. I had to assume you’d gone on the trip you’d planned, but even then, I had no idea what arrangements you’d made. Jamaica isn’t such a small place when you have no idea where to begin looking.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and stared defiantly at him. Did the arrogant bastard actually expect her to feel badly after he’d stood her up on their anniversary then cancelled the trip he’d promised he’d take with her?
“Come here,” he said quietly, pulling her into his strong arms.
She was a mass of conflicting emotions as she pressed against his chest. God, it had been so long since he’d held her, touched her. In the past, all it had taken was a simple caress, a few soft words, and she’d forget and forgive.
Not this time.
She started to pull away, but his hold on her tightened.
“Let’s go back to the hotel room. I’m tired. I stink. I’m dirty. I’ve been in these clothes for three days. We can talk after I’ve had a shower.”
“Where is Rhys?” she asked, afraid that maybe he hadn’t come.
“Looking for you,” he said darkly. “Now come on. Let’s go back to the room.”
“You should get your own,” she said quietly.
He stared at her, his eyes blazing, and she looked away, swallowing the urge to run. He reached out, his fingers stroking over her wrist before curling around her palm.
“Come back to our room, Catherine. We’ve come a long way to find you. The least you can do is talk to us.”
Tears brimmed in her eyes, and her nose burned from the effort of holding them back. “Talk? Now you want to talk? After months—years—of ignoring me, now you want to talk?”
She shook from head to toe, and she was fast losing the tenuous grip she had on her emotions.
“Come back with me.”
It wasn’t a request. It was a command. To her dismay, she started forward, allowing him to lead her down the beach toward the hotel.
His fingers remained tightly wrapped around her hand as if he feared she’d flee.
Through the crowd of dancers, up the steps to the veranda and past the live band. Into the cool interior of the hotel, down the hallway to the elevator. They walked, silently.
He pulled her into the elevator, pushed the button for the top floor then curled his arms around her, molding her back to his chest.
She closed her eyes, trembling in his arms. How long had it been since he’d held her? Touched her intimately? Looked at her like he’d done on the beach, like she was the only woman in the world, a woman he wanted badly.
His lips burrowed into her hair, nuzzling the back of her neck. A prickle of desire skittered down her spine. She craved him, needed him. God, she needed him.
She leaned back into him, cursing her weakness but
loving the solid security she felt in his arms.
“Where did you get this outfit?” he murmured against her ear.
The elevator opened, and he curled a hand around her wrist once more, tugging her into the hallway.
“I bought it for our vacation,” she said through tight lips.
He fumbled in his pocket as they neared the suite and pulled out the room card. He jammed the card into the slot and shoved the door open.
A blast of cool air raised goose bumps on her exposed skin, and she rubbed her arms as they walked further into the room.
His and Rhys’ luggage was thrown carelessly on the floor as if they’d dumped it and left just as quickly. In their search for her? Her gaze slid sideways, gauging his mood.
He was looking intently at her even as he loosened his shirt and began pulling at his pants.
“What are you doing?” she asked faintly, heat surging to her cheeks.
The door opened and Rhys swept in, looking as haggard as Logan did. When his gaze alighted on her, relief poured over his face, lightening his green eyes.
“Cat, thank God,” he whispered as he walked toward her.
He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, his chest heaving against her. She tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t let go. When he did finally relinquish her, it was only to tilt her head back and capture her lips in a demanding kiss.
Anger, need, sadness, passion. Love. It was too much. She yanked away, emotion nearly choking her. She turned, not wanting either man to see how upset, how indecisive, she was.
“Cat,” Rhys said in his husky voice. “Look at me.”
She shook her head and focused her watery stare at the opposite wall.
Logan reached out and touched her cheek, brushing at the trail of moisture. “Don’t cry, Catherine. Please don’t cry. Let us love you. Give us tonight. We’ll talk tomorrow—I swear it.”
She shook off his touch, immediately feeling bereft of the warmth of his fingers. She backed away, crossing her arms protectively over her chest.
“I don’t want you here,” she said in a shaky voice.
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