Montego Bay (Moresome International, Book One) (Multiple Partner Romance) by Demi Alex

by Demi Alex

  “Are we really talking stocks on our vacation?” G asked, patting Al’s thigh. “You promised to leave it behind for the week.”

  “You’re right,” Al replied, closing his fingers around G’s nape and kissing his man into oblivion. “Better?”

  “Much,” G said, winking and pretending to fan himself for my benefit. His attention returned to Luca and me. An unsettled look crossed his face and he sobered quickly. “If you don’t mind, we’d like to keep in touch with Lora.”

  Shit! I held my breath. Luca was calm and understanding when compared to Jake and Mark, but he wasn’t a pushover.

  “As friends,” G added, and reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card, complete with personal contacts written on the back. He handed it to Luca. “We had a great day together yesterday, and it was like I’ve known her forever. I’d like to believe I made an instant friend, and being that she told us all about you before we even met you, I’d like to think you have no objection and we could all be friends.”

  “Of course,” Luca said, accepting the card and shaking G’s hand. He turned to me and handed me the information. “Since I’m notorious for misplacing everything—

  “Everything,” I reiterated with a chuckle.

  “You hold on to it, sweetheart.” Luca tucked the card into my hand and brushed possessive lips over my temple.

  “Thank you,” Al said. “We’re looking forward to getting to know you better. And, baby girl, feel free to call us anytime you need to escape your handsome men and hang with some plain old friends.”

  “Oh, we’re leaving early,” Al said, rolling his eyes toward his husband. “He needs to get back to the office. They’ve been blowing up his phone. Some kind of ridiculous crisis that only he could handle. So, the great compromise is to stay through tonight, then fly out tomorrow morning. He’ll owe me for a long, long time. A different vacation is in our near future.”

  I smiled, but could see G was bothered, and even more, Al was disappointed he’d let G down. Both men released simultaneous long breaths, but didn’t say anything.

  “Work is work,” Luca said. “A necessary evil. I’m sure you’ll get some time off to center on rest and relaxation. Sometimes the best things come when least expected. We plan this week every year. Our professional calendars never coincide with what we call the week of venting steam. However, this year, the one year we decided to do something different, Lora changed the game plan.”

  His hand caressed from my shoulder to my elbow, squeezing slightly as it rested on my arm. Luca was the optimistic soul of my three men. He was the breath of fresh air and the one who would always smile first. My heart did a carefree dance. I rested my hand on his thigh, curled my fingers beneath the edge of his short’s leg, and brushed my knuckles on the tanned skin. The joy that flitted through me when his muscles tensed was so fucking empowering.

  “Are you complaining?” I teased.

  “No way. Best change of plans ever,” Luca replied, pushing back his seat and standing. He shook G and Al’s hands, then gestured for me to join him. “If you’ll excuse us, Mark and Jake should be ready for Lora’s surprise.”

  “What surprise?” I stood and looked up at him.

  “If I tell you, it won’t be a surprise.”

  They all laughed and I was truly happy. This is what life would be like if I chose Luca. But how could I choose? How could I possibly hurt and alienate Jake or Mark? Trepidation knotted in the pit of my stomach, and I worried if I was fucking up everything I had with these guys. Fucking up my relationship with each of them? And worse, what if I was causing problems between them?

  “Not your place to question,” Luca scolded, tightening his fingers over my fist. I swore the man read my mind. All three of them did. “You’ve agreed to come along for the ride, sweetheart.”

  Nodding, I fought to push back any negative thoughts and smiled at my new friends. “We’re off then.”

  “Guess we’ll see you in New York,” G said, reaching over the table and placing a platonic peck on each of my cheeks. “Have lots of fun, Lora. Call.”

  “I will,” I promised, and blew Al a kiss.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Luca led us through the terrace, but not toward the suite. Instead, we went down an outside staircase to the lush gardens. His carefree demeanor was gone. Each step grew heavier and his grip tighter. “What part of submission don’t you understand?”

  I stared at his back, rigid and straight, as he maneuvered us through the dense foliage, but I didn’t answer. I’d said nothing to offend him. Done nothing to show my hesitation.

  “I’m waiting,” he said, halting his stride, and meeting my gaze as we exited the footpath and stood on the edge of a gigantic chessboard.

  “Are you mad about the card G gave us?”

  “No,” he replied, walking onto the checked lawn and between the human-sized chess pieces. He stepped on the King’s square, turned, and placed strong hands on my hips to stop me at a pawn position. “I’m not mad at anyone. I’m disappointed with us.”

  A piece of my heart splintered and stabbed at my chest. “Us?” My gaze fell to the ground and I chastised myself for thinking I could satisfy a man like Luca. “I’m sorry. I never meant to ruin your vacation.”

  “Ruin my vacation?” His voice was impatient, but I saw his chest rise and heard the inhalation of a deep breath. Then, he touched the top of my head and placed a tender kiss on my hair. “It’s I that should apologize. I’ve been lax in my responsibility toward you. I’m sorry. Forgive me.”

  “There’s no need for that because you’ve done nothing to hurt me.” I lifted my face to look at him, but he stepped to the side, touched my cheek and didn’t let me. Aware of the heated sun on my shoulders and the sad butterflies in my belly, I barely registered the laughter coming closer. People were heading our way, and I questioned if it would be okay to wrap my arms around him and tell him that he did everything right, or if that would be an even bigger buzz kill to his good time.

  “Keep your head high and your gaze lowered,” he instructed, slowly circling my position and returning to stand before me. With a single finger resting lightly on my shoulder, he affirmed that I was where he wanted me. “Now kneel and show your submission, Lora.”

  Taken aback, I blinked, but kept my focus on his feet. Lowering myself to the ground, with the tropical breeze blowing my skirt all up my backside, proved challenging. I could hear voices, make out conversation, but I hadn’t seen the other people. They were close and should be exiting the path at any moment. What if the wind lifted my skirt and exposed the plug in my ass? What would they think of me?

  “You look lovely,” Luca said, once again walking behind me. “I’m very pleased. Part your knees further and cross your ankles.”

  Warmth settled in my core once his words registered. I smiled. He said I looked lovely and he was pleased. I’d do anything to keep that sound in his voice. My bum lowered just a bit as I scooted my knees apart, placed the top of my feet flat on the grass, and then crossed my ankles.

  “Very pretty,” he reinforced, trailing his fingers over my shoulder. “Now your arms, sweetheart. Place them behind your back, crossed at the wrists, and keep them secure. Beautiful.”

  “Thank you,” I breathed, so happy I’d done it properly and eager for his next directive. I was listening so intensely to Luca, that I barely registered the presence of our audience.

  “She’s very receptive and sweet,” a male voice said.

  “Thank you,” Luca replied. “She does present gorgeously.”

  “Stunning,” a second male voice added.

  My heart pounded and my mind sounded an alarm. I ached to yank my hands from my back to cover my face, but Luca had said secure. I knew that meant to keep my hands clasped. I didn’t want to disappoint him again by moving them. He had to know how I felt being on display for strangers.

  Luca returned to the king’s position and cupped the back of my head, effectively messing my smoot
h ponytail. His long fingers feathered over my flushed cheeks, and I tilted my face at more of an angle to allow the beads that had caught on eyelashes to fall past my eyes. I struggled to remain on my knees. Struggled to keep my hands clasped. But with each caresses of his fingers, I breathed a little easier.

  “My slaves enjoy women.” The first man announced. “She can eat at that pretty wet pussy, and he will fuck her tight little ass with the pink plug while you watch, sir.”

  Shit! They’d seen my ass. They’d seen the dampness coating my thighs.

  “Oh,” a female exclaimed. “She likes that idea. Look at her tits standing at attention. Can I suck on them?”

  “We’re happy to share if you’d like,” the man continued. “It appears her body likes to be shared, if it pleases you.”

  “Yes,” Luca agreed, slipping his free hand down my tank and brushing his thumb over my nipple. “She does like to be shared.”

  I had. I did. But not with them!

  “However, I’m going to pass on your generous offer.” Pressing on the back of my head, Luca pushed my face against his groin, and I sighed against his hard length. Continuing the sexually charged banter with the strangers, who could no longer get a view of my face, he rolled my nipple between his fingers and squeezed the taught peek. “I’m feeling very selfish. I want her to myself. Thank you, though. I hope you enjoy your morning.”

  “You, too,” replied the second male voice, clearly moving past us.

  Relief sank through me, and my shoulders dropped a tiny bit. Stroking my hair, he waited and combed his fingers through the ponytail before releasing me. When the chatter receded into yet another path, he stepped back, and sweetly scented air wafted over my cheeks and cooled my senses. His mere presence was protection personified. I couldn’t imagine encountering the strangers and their offer on my own.

  “Maintain your position, sweetheart,” he instructed, squatting and taking my face in his hands. He kissed me softly, trailing his tongue over my lips and then entering my mouth for long, lingering strokes. “The delicious scent of your excitement is driving me insane. I’m the one who’s going to lick that wet pussy.”

  My clit throbbed and cream slid down my thighs. My mind raced with images of his face between my legs on the big bed in the bedroom, but he didn’t make any indication to stand and for me to follow him to our suite.

  He slipped his hand under my skirt and up my thigh, finding my pulsing clit at the exact moment he plunged a finger inside my channel. “Since you’ve listened well and responded so nicely to instruction, you’ve pleased me and have earned a reward. Open your mouth.”

  Elated with his announcement, I did as he requested. He withdrew his hand from between my legs, and then traced my lips with his fingers.

  “Taste yourself, sweetheart. Realize how perfect you are, why you drive us crazy, and that we will absolutely not share you with any others.”

  “I don’t want others,” I said, licking my lips and closing them around his finger, sucking and looking at him through lowered lashes. “I’m happy you sent them away.”

  “I’m pleased you trusted me to know so,” he said, smiling as he claimed my mouth again. When he stood, he offered me his hand and guided me to my feet. Hooking a strong arm behind my knees, he lifted me into his arms and walked toward a path I hadn’t noticed earlier.

  I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, inhaling the sweet fragrance surrounding us. “Whatever that flower is, it smells fantastic.”

  He didn’t speak. His stride quick and determined, he climbed up the shaded path for a long while, before turning slightly and giving me reason to open my eyes when he’d stopped. We were above the sea, looking down at crystalline waters that played on a sandy shore. There were blooms on the trees around us, and canopied chairs for two on the cliff.

  “No one else is here?” I asked, wondering how people could pass up the view.

  “It’s still early. Most of the resort guests eat breakfast on the terrace or on their private balconies. Few people know about this place, and even fewer visit before lunch.” He lowered my feet to the ground and produced a plush towel he must have collected while I had my eyes closed. Spreading it on one of the cushioned lounges, he smiled and hooked his thumbs in the band of my skirt and lowered it to my ankles. He kneeled at my feet and blew over my almost naked core. “Step out.”

  Shivers raced through me as he kissed the bare skin around the little strip of hair at my center and slid his finger inside my swollen folds. My legs trembled, and I was so grateful when he patted the cushion for me to sit.

  “I want all of you. Open yourself to me.”

  Resting against the seat, the plug pressed deeper and spread my ass more. I pushed my knees further apart and then moved my fingers to the apex of my thighs, but he stilled my hands and shook his head.

  “Your shirt,” He closed his mouth over the white material and sucked on a nipple. “Nothing between us. I want you completely exposed and totally available.”

  Feeling empowered by his desire, I slowly teased the tank up my midriff and rolled it over my heavy breasts, purposefully thumbing my nipples as I lifted.

  “Your nipples ache for attention?” Luca asked, but he knew the answer and didn’t wait for a reply. He lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth, scraping the edges with his teeth and sending volts of pleasure coursing through my veins.

  A moan escaped my lips and I arched my back for more. He dipped a finger through my wet center and spread the cream over the free nipple, only to move to the other breast and suck deeper and harder. I cried out as he lowered his hand again and rolled over my clit, lifting off the chair and dripping with need.

  “Please,” I begged. “I can’t wait.”

  “But I can wait. The glimmer of your cream on your sweet pussy has my mouth watering and my dick so hard.” His thumb rounded against my entrance. “I have no intention of coming anywhere but here.”

  “I’m about to explode,” I whimpered.

  “Don’t even think about coming until I’m inside you.” He guided me back on my elbows and fit his handsome face between my legs, holding my gaze as his tongue lapped at my clit, and swirled over the bundle of nerves. With a glint of sexy promise in his eyes, he closed his lips around the bud and sucked as hard as he had my nipples. He pushed against the plug with his thumb and fit a long finger in my channel.

  My muscles clamped around him and I ground my pussy on his mouth. He tasted his way over the swollen folds, then back to my clit, and licked at it until I was squirming and bucking my hips.

  He sank a second finger inside. “You’re soaked, but still tight. Relax. This is not what I mean by being inside you,” he explained, pumping in and out of me as he moved his sinful mouth back to my chest and nipped in tiny circles around my nipples.

  Lost and drowning in a sea of ecstasy, my head fell back and I breathed hard to keep from going over the edge. He pushed his groin against my calf, showing me how hard and ready he was. Luca had starred in my fantasies for so long I almost couldn’t fathom the reality of his body against mine.

  “Feel what you do to me.”

  Free to do so, I immediately reached and stretched for him, unbuckling his shorts and palming as much of him as I could. “You are magnificent,” I breathed.

  “Say that when I’m buried inside you.” He lifted and pulled me into his strong arms, reclined my naked form on the lounger, then stepped out of his shorts. In an achingly perfect caress, his tongue licked up the center of my stomach, between my breasts, and finally settled on my neck, as he fit inside my throbbing core and sent me to carnal heaven.

  He was tender and strong, and I greedily accepted all he was and offered. The way he made love was everything I’d ever wanted and craved. He filled me, consumed every part of me, and possessed my intoxicated pleasure until nothing in the world but he and I existed.

  “You’re magnificent,” I repeated, snuggling against chest, totally sated and dreamy. “And,
I’m not referring only to sex. You’re everything.”

  With a final thrust of his hips, he carried me past the point of pleasure to complete and utter abandon, filling me with warmth and love as pure bliss emanated from our joining.

  He dropped a kiss on my forehead and smiled. “You’re much more than wonderful yourself, sweetheart.”

  We lay on the chaise lounge, legs intertwined, tangled in the aftermath of our lovemaking. I trailed a finger over the sprinkle of dark hair on his chest, savoring the feel. “I like touching you like this. The feel of a man’s heart beating strong beneath all this muscle is so comforting. Plus, I have a special thing for a man with a chiseled and handsome body.”

  “That’s good, because you now have three of us.”

  I must have gone silent for a bit too long, because he rubbed the space between my shoulder blades and cradled me closer. With a gentle finger, he lifted my chin and studied my face. “What is it, sweetheart?”

  I kissed his flat nipple and rolled my tongue over it. I didn’t want to spoil the moment, but I didn’t want him to think I was holding back. I didn’t want to disappoint him again.

  “Luca, this is like a fairytale come true. It’s so difficult for my mind to digest what is happening and I don’t…” I couldn’t bring myself to say it. It was too horrible to think.

  “Talk to me.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  I worried my lower lip, and swallowed my apprehension. I’d always been able to confide in Luca. He was different. Accepting. I trusted him.

  “Fairytales don’t come true,” I blurted, circling his mouth with my finger and hoping he’d understand my need to get my feelings out in the open. “I’ve wanted to be yours…with you…for you…for what seems like an eternity. I’ve dreamed of being in your arms, well-loved and satisfied, and I am. I truly am. But...”

  “But what, sweetheart?”