by Kori Roberts
“I think so too.” She smiled up at him. “We haven”t let another person into our life
since…” Her voice trailed off as the memories of an unhappy time, the images of an
unwelcome face, intruded into her thoughts once again.
“Hey.” Mitch cupped her face. “Don”t do that to yourself. We”re over that part of our
life. We”re over him. We”ve wasted enough of our time, enough of our lives, wanting and
wishing for someone who neither of us even needed.” The kiss he gave her was gentle and
filled with so much love. Leaning forward, he rested his head against hers.
“This is about us, Tomi. It”s been too long since we enjoyed ourselves, too long since we
enjoyed being around another person like that.” His lips met hers again. “If this thing with
Linc turns into something more, that”s great. We”ll have a lot of fun while we”re here, and
great memories to take with us when we leave. But if nothing happens and we never see him
again after tonight, that”s fine too. We”ll still have each other, and that will never change.”
“You”re right.” Tomi practically melted into Mitch”s tight embrace. She loved the feel
of his strong body pressed against hers.
“I”m so happy.” Tomi put a voice to her feelings. “I”m so glad we”re finally doing this.”
“Good.” She felt Mitch”s lips against her hair. “You deserve to be happy, and I”ll do
whatever it takes to make sure that you are.”
“As long as I have you, I”ll always be happy.” Tomi held his gaze, wanting him to know
without question that she meant every word. “Prepare yourself to be happy for a very long time then.” His mouth covered hers
again, the kiss equal parts love and lust. His hands touched her body, moving downward
until he reached her ass. With their lips still connected, Mitch lifted her and carried her back
into their suite. Gently, he laid her on the bed, his hard body coming down on top of her.
With his weight resting on one elbow, Mitch stared down at her.
“I should have married you a long time ago. I can”t wait until you”re truly and officially
mine in every way.”
“Me too.” She reached up and stroked his face. “I love you so much, Mitch.”
“Love you more.” Mitch grabbed her hand and placed a kiss against her palm.
Tomi leaned up and kissed him. “Prove it,” she whispered against his lips as she pulled
him even tighter against her.
Chapter Three
Linc hadn”t felt this good in a long time. He couldn”t remember the last time he”d
looked forward to a night out as much as he did this one. Not even Miguel”s ridiculously
pathetic excuses for missing work or Lorna”s incessant and irritating flirting were enough to
dampen his mood.
After he dropped off Tomi and Mitch, Linc returned his limo to his company”s garage
and hurried home to take a shower and change clothes before he went to pick them up.
While he drove to their hotel, Linc kept reminding himself that this wasn”t a date; it
wasn”t the start of some new and lasting relationship between the three of them. Despite
what happened in the limo, Linc had no idea whether Mitch and Tomi were even into the
whole threesome thing. Although it seemed as if they were genuinely attracted to him,
maybe it was wishful thinking on his part. For all he knew, they were just a friendly
heterosexual couple who got off on other people watching them while they fucked.
Not that it mattered anyway. Linc had gotten over the need for full-time commitments
a long time ago. When it came to relationships, he was all about instant gratification,
immediate satisfaction. And he”d made it a point to have plenty of it over the years. He”d learned the hard and painful way that it wasn”t worth the risk of losing his head — or his
heart — over anything more substantial than that.
Even if he did want more — which he adamantly told himself he didn”t — it couldn”t be
with Mitch and Tomi. Hell, the only reason they were even in Puerto Rico at all was so they
could get married. They wanted to enjoy themselves and each other before they headed back
home to New York. As appealing as the thought was, Linc suspected that having a fling with
a stranger wasn”t on their list of things to do during their honeymoon.
Nope, Tomi and Mitch definitely weren”t the couple for him. They were just some nice
customers he was joining for dinner and would probably never see again after tonight.
Yeah, right. Linc snorted. Tell that to his racing heart and throbbing dick. The thought
of seeing them again made him more excited than he had any right to be.
They were already waiting for him in the hotel lobby when he arrived. Linc watched
as they walked in his direction, his arousal increasing with every step they made toward his
car. He got out and met them at the curb. Reaching out, he tried to shake Tomi”s hand, but
she ignored his outstretched hand and pulled him into a brief embrace instead.
Linc wanted to groan. God, she felt so damn good in his arms. Her body was soft and
warm, and the sweet, seductive scent of her perfume teased his nose and made him ache.
With effort, Linc released her and reached out to shake Mitch”s hand.
“I hope we”re dressed okay,” Tomi said, glancing at Mitch and back to him. “We
weren”t sure what kind of restaurant we were going to.”
From where Linc stood, they looked a hell of a lot better than okay. Tomi wore a short-sleeved dress with a colorful paisley print. It was short enough to show off her beautiful legs,
and the neckline plunged deep enough to display her incredible cleavage. Mitch looked
equally as good in a pair of loose-fitting, cream-colored linen cargo pants and a white linen
shirt. “Trust me, you”re fine.” Linc held the car door open for her while Mitch opened the
rear door and had a seat in the back. “You both look great.”
“Thanks.” She smiled up at him as she got into the car. “You do too. The color of that
shirt looks good against your skin. It reminds me of Mitch”s eyes.”
Linc glanced down at his shirt. Tomi was right. The different shades of blue were
similar to Mitch”s eyes. And he”d admit — if only to himself — that it was the reason he”d
chosen to wear this particular shirt tonight.
“Nice car,” Mitch commented from the backseat once Linc climbed into the car.
“Thanks.” He smiled at Mitch through the rearview mirror as he started the engine. “It
was one of the few luxuries that I brought with me when I moved here.” Linc lovingly
caressed the steering wheel of his Mercedes-Benz. It cost him a fortune when he”d purchased
it eight years ago, and it was ridiculously expensive to maintain, but it was worth every
penny. Although he”d bought other cars over the years, this one still ranked as his favorite,
and it was one of the few possessions he”d kept from his previous life.
“So, you”re not originally from Puerto Rico?” Mitch asked.
“No,” Linc said as he pulled away from the hotel. “I was born and raised in Brooklyn.
But my parents are from here, and I have a lot of family here as well.”
“Well, that explains it.” Tomi laughed. “I thought I detected an East Coast accent in
your voice.”
Shaking his head, Linc smiled. “No matter how hard I try, I can”t seem to get rid of it.”
“Don”t b
other. I like it. It sounds sexy.”
Linc laughed hard. “I think that”s the first time anyone has ever told me that.” Inside,
he hoped that his voice wasn”t the only thing about him that Tomi found sexy. “What about
you two? Are you both originally from New York as well?”
“I grew up in Greenwich, Connecticut.” Linc glanced up at the sound of Mitch”s voice.
From his tone, it was clear that he was less than impressed with his birthplace. “Good area,” Linc said carefully. “You must have had a nice upper-class upbringing.”
“I guess that”s one way to describe it.” A ghost of a smile passed across Mitch”s face.
“Although I”m sure my life is nowhere near what my parents planned for me growing up.”
Linc saw Mitch”s gaze lock on the back of Tomi”s head. “But I wouldn”t change it for
anything in the world.”
When Mitch didn”t offer any more information, Linc took the hint and left the subject
alone. It didn”t take a genius to understand that was a sensitive topic for Mitch, and the last
thing Linc wanted was to remind him of unpleasant memories that he clearly didn”t want to
discuss.
“What about you?” He shifted his attention to Tomi.
“Oh, I”m an army brat. I was born in Hawaii, but I grew up wherever my father was
stationed.”
“So, I have to ask how a beautiful, feminine woman ended up with such a masculine
name.”
Tomi”s soft laughter filled the car. “My actual name is Tomiko,” she explained. “In
Japanese, it means „child of Tommy,” which is my father”s name. Growing up, everyone
called me Tomi, and it just stuck with me.”
Linc looked into her exotic face. “I take it you”re part Japanese.”
Tomi nodded. “My mother is Japanese.” She didn”t specify her father”s nationality, but
it wasn”t necessary. Everything from her face to her hair to her skin made it apparent that
her father was black.
Linc”s conversation had him so distracted that he almost passed the red, glowing sign of
the Ajili Mojili restaurant. He slowed in time to grab one of the few parking spaces out front.
“Oohhh, I read about this place!” Tomi stared out the window. “I hear their food is
delicious.” “It is.” Linc smiled at the excitement in her voice. “My cousin is the chef tonight. They
have some of the best Puerto Rican food in the area.” They got out of the car and headed
toward the restaurant. Linc reached the door first and held it open for them.
“Buenas noches.” The smiling hostess greeted them at the door.
“Hola, Selena.” Linc returned her smile. “We have an eight forty-five dinner
reservation.”
“Sí.” She grabbed three menus. “Right this way.” She led them to a quiet table in the
corner of the restaurant. Linc waited until Tomi and Mitch sat down before he took a seat.
“Would you please let Alejandro know that we”re here?”
“Sí, Señor Castillo. I”ll tell him.” Once she walked away, he turned to Mitch and Tomi.
They sat studying the menu.
“I have no idea what to order.” Mitch stared blankly at his menu.
“You should try the mofongo relleno de camarones o langosta,” Linc recommended.
Mitch glanced up at him. “What”s that?”
“It”s stuffed plantain. You can get it with shrimp or lobster inside. Mofongo is common
in Puerto Rican cuisine, and it”s one of the specialties here. The arroz con pollo is chicken
with rice. It”s excellent as well.”
“Why don”t I get that, and you get the mofongo.” Tomi looked at Mitch. “We”ll share.”
Mitch closed his menu and placed it on the table. “Sounds good to me.”
Once the waiter arrived and took their orders, they settled into an easy conversation.
“Thanks again for inviting me to dinner,” Linc told them. “I don”t think I”ve ever had
customers extend an invitation like this before.” He”d had plenty of customers offer to let
him eat something, but none of it ever involved food. “It was the least we could do after subjecting you to our impromptu show earlier.”
Mitch”s words brought back images of him and Tomi fucking in the backseat of the limo. The
memory made Linc”s groin tighten.
“Like I said, it was definitely no hardship on my part. The two of you are incredible
together.”
Tomi smiled. “Well, I”m just glad that you were able to join us on such short notice.”
Her expression suddenly became concerned. “I hope you didn”t cancel any plans you already
had in order to be here with us.”
“Not at all.” Linc shook his head dismissively. “I didn”t have any particular plans for
tonight. Before your invitation, I was going to have an unexciting evening at home alone.”
“I guess it was our lucky night,” Tomi said softly, a suggestive smile on her lips. “I
suspect it”s very rare that you”re alone, especially on a Friday evening.”
“You give me too much credit.” Linc laughed. In truth, she was correct. Linc typically
had something — and someone — to do most weekends. Tonight was no different. When the
day began, he”d promised to attend a hotel party with a hot young thing that he”d met at
another hotel party a couple of weeks before.
Somewhere between breakfast and lunch, he”d lost all interest in going, willing to risk
missing out on a guaranteed piece of ass if it meant not having to suffer through another
party filled with pretentious people walking around trying to be seen, when they weren”t in
the restroom getting high. As far as Linc was concerned, he couldn”t have picked a better
night to cancel his plans.
“So, do you live here in San Juan or one of the surrounding cities?” Mitch asked him.
“San Juan,” he confirmed. “I stay in Punta Las Marias. It”s about twenty minutes from
the hotel where you”re staying.”
The waiter arrived with their food, and their conversation slowed some as they focused
on their meals. A full dinner plus dessert, a pitcher of sangria, and several beers later, they sat back
laughing and talking. Linc noticed how comfortable, how good it felt to be in their company.
Their conversation flowed easily and naturally, as if they”d known each other for years
instead of hours.
Tomi sighed. “That was one of the best meals I”ve had in a long time.”
“I”m glad you enjoyed it.” Linc looked up as his cousin Alejandro approached their
table. “Here comes the person responsible for it now.” He stood and embraced Alejandro
before he introduced him to Tomi and Mitch.
“Gracias por una cena maravillosa, Alejandro.” Linc looked at Tomi in surprise. He had
no idea she spoke Spanish.
Alejandro brought Tomi”s hand to his lips. “Es un honor a cocinar para una señora tan
hermosa.” Alejandro released her hand and shook Mitch”s. “I trust your dinner was enjoyable
as well?”
“Oh, yeah.” Mitch smiled. “This place is great. It more than lived up to its reputation.”
“I”m happy to hear that. Any friend of my cousin is always welcome here. Enjoy the
rest of your evening.”
Once Alejandro left, Linc looked at Tomi. “Your Spanish is perfect.”
“It should be.” Mitch chuckled and rested his arm around the back of Tomi”s chair.
“She makes a living teaching it to others.”
Tomi nodded. “A professor. I teach foreign languages at New York University.”
“NYU is my alma mater.” Linc smiled. “I completed undergrad and grad school there.”
He paused. “Although I”m certain that none of my finance and economics professors ever
looked anything like you.” “That”s what I told her.” Mitch looked down at Tomi. “But she doesn”t believe me. You
should see all those young kids in her classes, watching her with hopeful eyes, hanging on to
her every word.”
The picture Mitch painted made Linc laugh. Looking at Tomi, he understood their
reaction.
“I can”t blame them. You look young enough to still be in college yourself.” He looked
at Mitch. “You both do.”
“Not so young.” Tomi smiled, glancing at Mitch. “We”re both thirty.”
Linc laughed. “Compared to me, that”s young.”
“Like you”re so old.” It was Mitch”s turn to chuckle. “What are you, thirty-two, thirty-three?”
“Try thirty-nine.” Linc tried to pretend that Mitch”s words didn”t flatter him, but he
couldn”t hold back the grin that spread across his face.
“Damn.” Mitch looked at him appraisingly. “I would never have guessed that. I just
hope I look as good as you when I get that age.”
“Something tells me that you won”t have anything to worry about,” Linc murmured.
He looked at Tomi. “Neither of you.” He decided to change the subject and stick to safer, less
suggestive topics. “So, do you only teach Spanish?”
She shook her head. “I alternate between Spanish, French, Japanese, and Russian.”
“So you speak five languages, including English?” At her nod, he said, “Damn, that”s
impressive.”
“Thanks.” Her smile was tinged with the embarrassment of a person who knew she was
incredible, but wasn”t all that comfortable with the knowledge. Mitch, on the other hand,
had a look of absolute pride on his face — and all of it was directed at Tomi.
“Do you teach as well?” Linc asked him. “Only if it involves sweating and grunting.” Linc”s confusion must have shown on his
face, because Mitch began to laugh. “I”m a personal trainer,” he explained. “I have about
