The sun beats down on us as we move together, neither one of us caring that the beach is only a few feet away or that any of the guys could get home, walk outside, and see us. Matt reaches up to fondle my breasts as I roll my hips faster and harder, plunging him deeper inside me. It’s so good I don’t want it to end, but I want to chase the feeling too, so I go faster and faster, building the incredible friction between us, until I can’t hold on any longer.
With a loud moan the orgasm sweeps through me and makes me tighten up around Matt. My body is completely out of control as it bounces on him, wringing out every last bit of pleasure, until I feel him surge too. He groans and pulls me down to his chest as he releases himself inside me.
When the pleasure begins to fade, we both kiss as we try to catch our breaths and slow our racing hearts. His hands roam across my back and my ass, stroking me adoringly, while I rest on top of him. I slide my arms around his neck, loving the way it feels to be pressed against his strong body.
“You’re the only woman I’ve been inside of without a condom,” Matt says, between kisses. “That was amazing.”
“It was.” I brush my lips against his and roll my hips. I just had the most incredible sex of my life, and yet I already want more. He’s made me insatiable. “We should do it again.”
He groans and cups my ass, but that’s when I notice we’re not alone.
Shane watches from the doorway. I’m not sure how long he’s been standing there or how much he saw, but he doesn’t look happy.
“Oh shit,” Matt mutters, when he sees his friend standing there.
With Matt still inside me, I gaze into Shane’s smoldering eyes. Something flares between us, before he turns away and storms inside.
I have to go after him.
Chapter Twenty-Six
ALLIE
I reluctantly stand up as worry floods my stomach. Is Shane mad? Jealous? Did I ruin everything by sleeping with Matt? Is this new four-person relationship doomed to failure already?
I grab my dress off the ground. “I’m going to go talk to him.”
“He’ll be fine. Let him sulk. He knows the deal.” Matt crosses his arms behind his head, still naked and looking so sexy I want to ride him again already. “Besides, that was worth it. I’m glad I got to be first.”
“Yes, it was.” I slide on my dress, then bend down to kiss him again. He grabs me and keeps me there longer, nipping at my lower lip, and it’s hard to pull away from him. But eventually I do.
I chase after Shane, slipping inside the house. He’s not in his bedroom, so I head up the stairs, calling out his name. I don’t know what to expect when I find him. Will he give me his cold anger? His hot lust? Both?
I find Shane in his library, sitting behind his desk, feeding something into the shredder. He’s wearing a dark suit, his dark blond hair shines in the sunlight, and his jaw is clenched and covered in the perfect amount of stubble. He looks so delicious I want to climb into his lap and kiss him roughly while yanking on his tie, hard.
I close the door behind me. “Shane, are you okay?”
“Fine,” he says, his voice clipped.
I stand in front of his desk, but he won’t look at me. Dammit. I knew getting into a relationship with three men would be complicated, but I didn’t think it would backfire on us this quickly. “You don’t seem fine. Are you upset because I slept with Matt?”
“No.” He grabs another piece of paper to shred.
“Good, because this is what we all agreed to. Although if you want to back out now, I would understand.” I lean forward, pressing my hands against his desk, showing off my cleavage. “But I really don’t want you to back out.”
He finally gives in and lets his piercing eyes linger on my breasts. I didn’t bother putting a bra back on when I rushed to get dressed, nor my panties either for that matter. Shane’s hot gaze takes it all in, as I wait to see what he will do next.
He rises to his full, tall height and stares down at me. I remain where I am, holding my breath as he moves around the desk and comes up behind me. Lust spreads through me at the feel of him brushing against me and the anticipation of what he will do next.
His hands unbutton the back of my dress and his mouth hovers near my neck, but doesn’t touch me. Not yet. The dress falls to the floor and he stands back to admire my large ass, wide hips, and smooth back. There’s no hiding my ample curves, but I don’t try to cover myself or turn away. I let him look at me as much as he wants.
He moves close, the soft fabric of his suit pressing against my back, as I hear the unbuckling of his belt. My pulse races and desire sends heat between my legs as I wait for his next move. Shane and I have always had this intense love-hate chemistry, and right now my body is begging for him to take the next step.
“I wasn’t mad,” he says into my ear, before his teeth scrape against it. “Jealous maybe, because I wasn’t the first. But mostly so turned on I couldn’t see straight. I wanted to fuck you more than anything else in the world.” His hard length rubs against my ass. “I still do.”
“Do it,” I beg, pressing my butt back against him, so excited I can’t think of anything else except having him inside me. Every heated look, every passionate fight, and every forbidden kiss has led to this moment and now I practically thrum with need.
He bends me over the desk, pressing my hands flat against it, then nudges my legs wide apart. He grabs his cock in his fist before rubbing it against me, getting it nice and slick in both my juices and Matt’s. The idea of having them both in one day is so dirty and so incredible, I nearly come again just thinking about it.
Without warning, Shane pushes into me, hard. He thrusts deep, filling me up, and oh god is he long and big. So big I feel completely stuffed as he begins moving into me from behind. He doesn’t give me a second to adjust or catch my breath, he starts pounding into me. And damn, it feels good. Somehow it’s exactly what I needed.
He reaches around to grab my breasts, yanking me back against him, pushing even deeper inside me. All I can do is cry out and succumb to his rough, demanding thrusts as he holds me in place with possessive hands. His mouth finds my neck, and he claims my entire body as his.
“You’re mine,” his voice whispers near my ear. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasp, as he fills me up again.
“That’s right.”
Then he pulls out of me completely.
I whimper, but then he rubs himself between my cheeks. I gasp at the new sensation, especially as his thickness brushes my tight hole. I can’t help but press back against him, wanting more of it.
“Has anyone taken you here?” he asks.
I swallow. “No. Never.”
“I’ll be the first then.”
He moves to the other side of his desk, giving me a view of his incredible cock, which juts out of his open trousers. I can only watch and tremble as he opens a drawer and pulls out something. A small container. Then he moves behind me again and opens the cap. I hear the sound of him rubbing something slick all over his shaft, then his finger touches my back entrance.
“Ohh,” I moan, as he pushes his finger inside. The stretching feeling isn’t exactly painful, but it’s new and unexpected. No man has ever touched me there before and I’m a little nervous it might hurt. Still, I trust Shane to take good care of me. He’s been looking out for me the entire time I’ve lived here, even if I didn’t realize it before. Plus, if one finger feels this good, I can only imagine how his entire length will feel.
He slides another slippery finger inside and thrusts in and out, stretching me wide. I moan and push back against him, and just when I’m getting used to it, his fingers slip out.
“I think you’re ready for me now,” Shane says.
I cry out as he slowly enters me back there, and he goes still until my body adjusts to his size. “More,” I gasp out.
He moves deeper inside me and I moan so loud I’m sure everyone in all of Malibu hears me. It’s incredible, this mix of plea
sure and pain, this amazing torture. I’ve never experienced anything like it before.
“That’s it,” he says. “Relax and let me in.”
I will my muscles to relax and it does get easier for him to enter me. He feels gigantic like this and I don’t think I’ll be able to take him completely, but then somehow he’s all the way inside, his hips flush against me.
“You’re so tight,” Shane says, his voice hoarse. “Your ass is incredible.”
He begins to move then, sliding out of me slowly, before slamming back in fast, and the pleasure heightens tenfold. With even strokes he continues his beautiful torment and I push my hips back at him to take him deeper. I never knew this could feel so good. I was always afraid to try, but now I never want it to end.
When I think it can’t get any better, Shane’s hand slips around to thrust two fingers into me. At the same time, he begins rubbing my clit with his thumb in a way that’s just right. He’s possessed my entire body, truly making me his and his alone in this moment. Being touched in so many places at once by him is too much for me, and I grab onto the edge of the table and practically howl, trembling as the climax crashes into me hard. Shane holds me tight as I fall apart, overwhelmed by the amazing pleasure lighting up every nerve in my body. It keeps going on and on as he increases his speed, before he finally lets my name tumble from his lips and gives himself over to me completely.
He bends us both over the desk, his still-dressed body pressed against my back. He threads his fingers through mine over our heads in a way that is somehow both tender and dominant and so very Shane.
“You’re remarkable,” he says, pressing a kiss to my neck. “And so fucking sexy.”
“Am I?” I ask, my voice flirty but tired.
He squeezes my butt cheek as he pulls out of me. “You know you are. One sight of your ass and I knew I had to make it mine.”
I stand up and turn to lean against his desk, mainly so I can look at him again. He’s so deliciously disheveled with his slacks open, his hair messy, and his eyes filled with just-sated desire. “I never knew it would feel so good.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Does that mean you want to do it again sometime?”
“Definitely.” I grab his tie and pull him closer. “And a dozen other things too.”
A sinful smile crosses his lips. “We’ll do all of them. Every single one.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
ALLIE
I wrap the towel around myself and poke my head out of the bathroom, checking to make sure none of the guys are around. All clear.
Of course, there’s no reason to do that anymore. Two of the guys have seen me naked and been inside me. I don’t need to sneak around inside this house ever again. The thought makes me almost giddy.
I slip inside my bedroom and toss my towel on the bed, then grab my brush. Except as soon as I touch it, I spot a giant spider on the wall right next to my closet. And I do mean humongous. I know, I know, spiders are my weakness, but seriously, this one is definitely a poisonous beast intent on murdering me in my sleep.
Okay, I tell myself, taking a deep breath. Don’t panic. You are an adult. You can totally handle this. You don’t need to call one of the guys to help you. They’ll just tease you again.
After my little pep talk, I grab a tissue. This is it. I’m going in.
As I reach for the giant sucker, it moves. All those long legs coming right for me. I drop the tissue, scream, and jump on the bed.
Great, now I’m trapped. The beady-eyed little bastard is holding me hostage. I’m totally naked, but I can’t get to my closet and I can’t leave the room either.
I have to yell for the guys. That’s the only option. Except I’m not sure if the guys are even here. They might all be at work.
Crap.
Maybe I can handle it by myself after all. I glance at the spider again and shudder. Nope, nope, nope.
Swallowing my pride, I send the guys a group text. None of them seem to have heard my screaming, but maybe one of them is in the house after all.
Help! I text them.
What is it? Luke writes back immediately.
Spider emergency!
I raise my phone and snap a pic of the massive spider so they understand how serious this situation is, then immediately send it off. Yes, they’re going to tease me about it, but whatever. Maybe one of them will come deal with it for me.
I grab my towel off the bed and wrap it around myself, then bite my lip as I wait. Where are the guys? Surely one of them must be home? Maybe they can’t see the spider in the pic? I click on the photo to check…and nearly drop my phone. Because I didn’t just get a picture of the spider, but of the mirror to the right of it. And in that mirror?
Me.
Totally butt naked.
And I’m not talking a classy ass shot here. Oh no, this is full frontal nudity. Boobs, hoohaa, the whole shebang. All on glorious display in my photo. It’s the female equivalent of a dick pic.
And I sent it to all three guys.
Kill me now.
I fall onto the bed, covering my face with my pillow. I’ve never been so mortified in my life. Yes, some of them have seen me naked before, but not like this. How am I supposed to face them now?
Maybe they won’t see it. Yeah. They’ll just look at that spider and that’s it. Totally.
Shit. I’m doomed.
It’s decided then, I have to move out. No, that’s not enough. I need to change my name. Flee the country. Fake my death.
Except they’ll still have the photo. Even if I make them delete it, it’s not exactly something you can un-see. Let’s face it. Naked people are like a car crash. You have to look.
A knock sounds on my door.
I dash back and forth in the small space, first to the door, then to my closet to grab something to cover up with, until I remember the spider is still there and I can’t get to my closet, then back to the door. I wrap the towel tightly around myself, smooth my hair, and stand as straight as possible. Then I open the door.
Luke stands outside it with his arms crossed. His eyes dip down, taking in the towel and lingering a little longer on my bare skin. I swallow. Yep. He definitely saw more than just the spider.
“Need help with something?” he asks.
My cheeks are on fire, but I try to act normal as I point toward the closet. “There’s a spider holding my clothes hostage. Can you get rid of it for me? Please?”
A slow, cocky smile slides across his lips. The kind of smile I’ve seen in gifs of him before. “You sure there’s a spider? Or did you want to lure me here with that glimpse of you naked?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Uh huh.” He strolls over to my closet and eyes the spot where the spider was. “I don’t see anything.”
“Oh god. He’s hiding now. He’s waiting until I fall asleep and then he’s going to get me.”
“Pretty sure he’s not.” He turns back to me. “But you can always sleep in my room if you’re worried.”
“That picture I sent was an accident. I didn’t realize I was in it. Obviously. Can you forget you even saw it?”
“Not likely.” He cocks his head. “Would it make you feel better if you saw me naked too?”
“I’ve seen you naked. In like three different movies.”
He grins. “Not all of me.”
I tug the towel tighter. “Well, there was also that sex tape of you and Lana, but I heard it’s a fake.”
“It’s not.”
My eyes widen. “Oh.”
He grips the hem of his shirt and tugs it off his chest, flashing me with his tanned skin and hard muscles. I gape at him. “What are you doing?”
“Making us even.” He reaches for his jeans and pops the button open.
“You don’t need to do that. It’s fine. Really!”
But he doesn’t listen, and before I can process what’s happening, he slides those jeans to the floor. He’s wearing nothing underneath.
Totally commando. And holy crap, he has the biggest cock I’ve ever seen and it’s not even erect. Except as I stare at it, that begins to change. As if he’s getting turned on by the idea of me gawking at his naked body.
I’ve seen him nearly naked in movies, but he’s even better in person. He’s so ripped he doesn’t look real and I want to run my fingers over his abs to convince myself I’m not dreaming.
“There,” he says, grinning at me. “Now we’re even.”
I swallow and slowly nod. He’s rendered me completely speechless with his glorious, muscular body.
He rests his hands on my waist, over the towel, and gazes into my eyes. “You don’t need to be embarrassed, you know. You’re gorgeous.”
“Thanks.” I tentatively reach out and press my palm to his chest. It’s so firm underneath my fingertips. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.”
He steps even closer and the only thing between us is this tiny little towel that barely covers me, which I’m seriously tempted to toss aside. Even after sleeping with Shane and Matt yesterday I’m still so damn horny I can barely stand it, and having this Greek god of a man naked in front of me is only making it worse.
But then I spot something black moving behind him. The spider!
“There it is!” I gasp and point, and Luke spins around. He grabs a tissue and squashes the monster, giving me a view of his firm ass at the same time.
“Happy now?” he asks, after he disposes of the beast and turns back to me.
“Very.” I slide my arms around his neck. “My hero.”
“Does that mean I get a reward?”
“Definitely. Anything you want.”
He looks down at me and slowly grins. “I want you.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
LUKE
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