by Lily Harlem
She darted her tongue between his lips, gripped his shoulders and pressed her breasts as close to his warm hard body as she could.
“You’re back…” she mumbled through their kiss.
“Yes…” He cupped her ass with one hand and slid the other into her hair.
Still she clung to him, limpet-style. “Don’t go away again.”
“I won’t.”
He grinned and she knew he was telling the truth. He wouldn’t leave them, not again.
Flynn appeared at her side. His jog had left him a little breathless.
“Flynn,” Piper said, reaching out and curling her hand around his shoulders.
Flynn kissed her and she could sense the excitement, the pleasure at having Sera home rolling off him.
“When did…?”
“Midday,” Sera said. “I left Lisbon first thing.”
“Are you okay?” Piper asked, releasing Flynn and tracing the pattern of Sera’s tattoo, which peeked from his right sleeve.
The two men glanced at each other.
“What?” she asked with a sudden flutter of worry in her chest.
“Nothing,” Sera said. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
She glanced at Flynn, her eyebrows pulled low. Something didn’t add up.
“He’s had a rough time,” Flynn said, brushing a stray curl of Sera’s hair from his cheek. “Haven’t you?”
“Sim.” Sera fluttered his eyes shut for a brief moment as Flynn squeezed in close and brushed lips over his.
“But you’re okay?” Piper worried, loving seeing them kiss again, like the old days, when everything had been perfect.
It was perfect now. Wasn’t it?
Flynn rested his hand on her back and rubbed a slow circle, his touch reassuring but not completely convincing.
“I’m okay,” Sera said. “But yes, things were bad in Lisbon.”
“But he can explain everything,” Flynn added quickly. “Later.”
“As long as you’re really okay and you’re here.” Piper smiled. It felt so good to smile—a real smile. One that stretched her mouth and balled her cheeks. She kissed Sera again and jiggled within his embrace.
He half laughed and half groaned as she pushed against him. He slid his hands to her butt and squeezed her through her tiny shorts.
“I’ve missed you,” he said breathily against her lips.
“And we’ve missed you.” She curled her hand around Flynn, drawing him into their embrace again. “So what have you boys been up to all day?” She licked her lips and allowed a luscious image of them fucking in the caravan to overtake her.
“We’ve had…fun…” Sera said, glancing at Flynn.
“Yeah,” Flynn said, giving a small nod. “We have.”
“Fucking fun?” Piper asked, looking between the two of them.
“No, we thought we’d save that for you,” Flynn said.
“A proper hello. All three of us.”
“Mmm, I like your style, very thoughtful.” Piper ground herself against Sera, wondering if his cock was erect.
He lowered her a little so she could feel through his shorts he was hard—really hard.
Damn, and it was still a long way home.
She studied the cliff behind Flynn’s shoulder. She knew this stretch of beach like the back of her hand, having walked it every day for months. Even in the dark it held no secrets for Piper.
They were between Cabo and Pino, a deserted stretch because of the cliff that crumbled from time to time. An idea formed in her mind. Once, before they’d met Sera, she and Flynn had stopped off here. A small craggy outcrop of boulders provided a shelter of sorts, no real roof to speak of but privacy from three sides and part of a fourth. To say they’d had fun was an understatement. They’d enjoyed screaming orgasms, their cries of delight wending up into the night sky and mixing with the stars.
“There,” she said, nodding.
“What?” Sera asked.
Flynn glanced over his shoulder, the tendons in his neck stretching.
Piper knew he’d click pretty quickly.
He turned back to her. A slow smirk spread on his face. “Oh, yes, that could work.”
“More than work.” Piper unfurled her legs from Sera and slipped to the sand but she didn’t let go of him. She kept her arm wrapped around his waist and the other she hooked into the crook of Flynn’s elbow. “Lead the way, Flynn,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder. “You know where to go.”
“Oh yes.” Flynn pressed a quick kiss to her head. “Clever girl.”
“What is it?” Sera asked.
“We know somewhere.” She did a little skip, happiness swelling her heart and adding a bounce to her step.
“Private,” Flynn added.
“Secluded,” she said.
“For maldito?” Sera asked.
“Yes, maldito,” Piper said, knowing the Portuguese word for fucking. “Now. No waiting.” She glanced downward at their striding feet, which looked pale against the dark sand. Impatience burned within her—a passion she’d never thought she’d experience was desperate for release.
“No waiting is good,” Sera said. “We’ve been waiting all day.”
The sound of the waves crashing behind them softened, the air stilled as the cliffs curled around them. Piper easily saw the jut of rocks she’d remembered. It was dark and inviting, knowing she had two strong men with her. On her own she wouldn’t have ventured into such a gloomy place.
But as they stepped into it, she realized it wasn’t gloomy at all. The huge moon and the bright night sky bathed it in a ghostly glow.
They came to a halt. Piper dropped her purse to the sand.
“What do you think?” Piper asked, releasing Flynn to stroke her hand down Sera’s cheek.
He winced a little.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he said. “Just bumped myself, on the train. Overhead bag fell.”
“Oh, okay.” She studied the small bruise and slight swelling.
Flynn pressed in behind her. He swept her hair to one side and kissed the slope of her neck. “Last time we were here it was so fucking good, baby.”
A tremor of longing zipped down her spine. “So good.”
“And now we’re going to make it better,” he said, reaching around her waist and popping open the button of her tiny denims. “With Sera.”
“I love you both so much.” Sera held Piper’s face in his big hands and tipping her face to his.
“We know,” she said.
“I hated being apart from you.” He glanced past her and studied Flynn.
“And we hated being apart from you,” he said.
“So now it’s time to make up for that.” Piper gripped the hem of Sera’s T-shirt. She pulled it up and he released his hold on her face. She tugged it over his head, revealing the chest she’d snuggled against many a summer’s night. The light was dim, but still, she could admire the shape of his chest, the dark outline of his tattoo. The shape of his arms…
“What’s that?” She stroked the dark zigzag line on his left biceps. Worry shot through her veins.
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s something.” She set her attention on Sera’s face. “Tell me.”
“I got—”
“It’s fine,” Flynn said, resting his palm over Piper’s hand and pressing. “Really, he’s explained to me. He’ll explain to you, but later, not now.”
Piper opened her mouth to speak. She wanted to know what had happened. Why one of her perfect men was sporting an angry red scar.
“Shh…” Sera said, “no worries. I am here, for you, for Flynn.”
“But…?”
“Action now. Talk later.” He kissed her, his tongue stroking hers.
Okay, well, she couldn’t exactly argue with that. It was clear he was fine and boy, was she looking forward to getting down and dirty with him again. “You’l
l promise…” she said against his lips.
“I’ll promise you the world, anything you want.” He smiled. A smile she never had been able to resist. “After this.”
Flynn stooped behind her and yanked down her shorts, dragging her tiny panties with them.
She stepped out of the tangle of material then pulled off her top and dropped it to the shadowed sand. She didn’t wear a bra, she didn’t really need to, and the top had built-in support anyway.
“Ah, sim, você é linda.”
“Thank you.”
“She is beautiful.” Flynn stood behind her and cupped her breasts as though offering them to Sera.
Sera dipped his head and took her right nipple into his mouth.
Piper moaned and let her head fall backward into the crook of Flynn’s shoulder. She slotted her hands into Sera’s hair, adoring the soft, silky locks that were thick and oh, so masculine, despite their length. They were wound together, tangled in a bun and warm against his scalp.
Sera licked and laved at her nipple, teasing it to a peak while Flynn supported the undersides of her breasts. It was wonderful to have them both adoring her, enjoying her, giving her pleasure. She knew she was a lucky girl.
A rush of heat welled between her legs and her stomach tensed with need. She was glad she didn’t have to wait until they arrived back at the caravan, but even so, she didn’t want to wait any longer than she had to.
Sera slipped his hand to her thighs. “Ah, yeah, you’re wet.”
“Yes, for you.” She was panting now and parted her legs more, giving him better access.
“Feel how wet she is for us, Flynn.” Sera glided one finger inside her, his way eased by her arousal. “So hot, so wet.”
“Oh…” Piper gasped. God, yes, she was wet, wetter than she’d thought.
Flynn released her breasts and, with one hand on her shoulder, he slipped the other to her pussy from behind, his forearm pushing a little on her butt. He slid past her hole to her folds and aligned his finger with Sera’s. He too eased in.
“Yes, more…” she said, dropping down on their invasion. They were teasing her. She knew they were.
Sera chuckled, but it was strained. “Greedy as ever.”
“Give it to me,” she said, running her hand down his chest, over his abdomen and cupping his cock through his shorts.
Sera groaned. He withdrew and quickly pulled at his fly. Within seconds he’d discarded his clothing and stood before her gloriously naked. His cock jutted upward from his dense patch of pubic hair.
Her heart did a happy flip. Damn, the guy was beautiful.
Flynn blew out a breath behind her and it tickled her neck. She knew he was admiring their lover too. Enjoying seeing him in all his glory and bathed in moonlight.
Piper could wait no longer. She gripped Sera’s cock and stroked it root to tip.
“Ah, maltido.” His eyes fluttered. “I’ve missed your little hands.”
“I’ve missed your big cock.”
“So ride it,” Flynn said into her ear. “Let me see you ride his big cock.”
She locked gazes with Sera, knowing that Flynn’s words would have turned him on as much as they had her.
His mouth tipped into a smile and his eyes flashed, then he sank to the sand and lay on his back.
Piper didn’t let go of his cock. She went down with him, ending up straddling his hips.
“Ah, yeah,” Sera said, sweeping his hands over her belly, her chest, down her arms. “I thought of you every day.”
“We thought of you,” she said, angling her pussy above his cockhead. “And missed you every day.”
“Show him,” Flynn said, kneeling at her side. “Show him…now.” His voice was laced with excitement. It had an urgent, trembling quality to it.
Piper reached for Flynn’s shoulder, using him for support as she balanced then slowly, so painstakingly, teasingly slowly, lowered onto Sera’s erection.
Sera hissed out a breath and sought her free hand. They linked fingers, squeezed tight.
Piper kept on going, going until she took him to the root.
“Is it good?” Flynn asked.
“So…good,” Sera said. He groaned and gritted his teeth, his chest expanded.
“Flynn, I need…you too…” Piper gasped. She released both Sera and Flynn and tipped forward, jutting her ass upward and flattening her breasts on Sera’s chest.
Sera clutched her cheeks and pulled her in for an intense, wild kiss.
Piper had a moment of feeling like a vessel—she just needed filling. Filling by these two men who’d become her world.
“You got some?” Flynn was rooting in her bag.
“Mmm…” she managed.
“Got it.” He moved behind her.
Piper was tempted to rock, grind her clit against Sera, but she wanted to wait until the perfect moment, the right time, when they were all joined. It was the three of them, that’s the way it was. No one got left out.
Flynn was behind her, his big, hot body shuffling into position.
“Is he?” Sera asked.
“Not yet…ah…” As she’d spoken Flynn had stroked a cool, lubed finger over her anus then pushed in a tiny amount.
It had been a while since they’d indulged in anal. But the moment of penetration into her darkest hole, her most private place, never failed to elicit an excited gasp from her.
“Oh baby, you’re so tight. Let me in.” Flynn tunneled deeper, the cold lube spreading over her insides.
“I’m ready…” she said, impatience boiling.
He added another digit. “Not quite.” He set up a slow, steady pump, fucking her ass with his fingers.
She moved a little, riding Sera’s cock.
“Damn it, just fucking get in,” Sera said then groaned.
It seemed long, slow foreplay was not on the agenda. Flynn pulled out and within a second Piper was aware of the firm head of his cock seeking purchase on the center of her pucker.
She arched her neck and her breasts scraped against Sera’s scratchy chest.
“You’re fucking incredible.” Sera said, clasping her shoulders. “To take us like this.”
She hadn’t yet.
Flynn eased forward.
She forced herself to relax. The space down there was already cramped because of Sera’s cock, everything tight, taut, tense…
“Baby, you can do it,” Flynn said, wrapping his hands over her shoulders. “Let me in.”
As he’d spoken he’d pushed forward more, his glans popping into her.
“Yes…” she hissed. “Oh, yes.”
On and on he pushed in, parting her sphincter, prying her open. His girth was so wide—burning, blissfully wide.
Eventually he hit full depth, his balls pushing up against her labia and Sera’s balls.
They all froze.
Piper’s heart beat to a crazy tempo, her pulse loud in her ears.
“Fuck, I can feel you, man. I love that,” Sera said to Flynn as he stared past Piper’s shoulder.
“Yeah…” Flynn agreed, stroking his hand through Piper’s hair. “You coping, baby?”
“Yes, just fucking fuck me.” She thrust back then lunged forward.
Both men groaned and gripped her tighter.
A wild pace picked up. Grasping. Grunting. Shunting. Shoving. Piper let herself be possessed. This was what she’d craved. She didn’t have to do anything except be transported to ecstasy.
“I’m coming,” Sera shouted. “It’s here.”
Flynn’s harsh gasp told Piper he was also on the cusp.
She let her own climax wash through her, tug her this way and that. Her pussy and ass clasped the two meaty cocks pulsing and coming inside her.
On and on her orgasm crested. Her breaths were hard to catch and when she did, they were full of the scent of Sera, Flynn, the sea and sex. Her pussy spasmed, her asshole clenched. Bliss circulated through her body and she trembled and shivered, shook through the intense climax.
Eventually she stilled.
The men calmed with her but stayed buried deep. Two thick cocks resting sated inside her.
“Well that…was fun,” she managed, her lips moving against Sera’s.
“Fucking incredible,” Flynn said, kissing her shoulder, then up her neck to her ear.
She fluttered her eyes shut and raised her face to the stars. How had she gotten so lucky?
Flynn kissed across to her other shoulder, he pushed his cock in a little more.
Sera groaned, so did Piper.
“But I guess we should get going?” Flynn said.
“No, wait…” Piper squeezed her internal muscles.
“You want more?” Flynn asked.
“Always, but not yet. I just want…”
“What?” Sera asked, tracing her cheek with his finger, “What do you want? We’ll give you anything.”
Anything? That was something she could live with.
“Tell us,” Sera said, his eyes shining with love through the darkness.
“Flynn and I…” she started. “We want you to…”
“What?”
She felt Flynn tense.
“This has to be it. Us, the three of us,” she said.
Sera nodded, a slight frown on his brow. “Yes.”
“And we want… To…”
“Tell him,” Flynn said, his chin at her temple.
“We want to go to Thailand. We want you to come with us.”
“Thailand.” Sera reached up and rested his hand on Flynn’s shoulder. “Wow.”
“Will you?” Flynn asked. “We won’t go if you don’t want to, if it’s—
“Of course I want to go to Thailand, fuck, yes.” Sera smiled. “Yes, yes…sim.”
“Thank goodness for that,” Flynn said.
Piper let out a whoop of excitement and kissed him. Life was perfect. They were together again and the future held so much to discover. There were journeys to travel, new lands to explore, interesting people to meet, and doing all of that together, well, she knew it was going to be a particularly grand and wonderfully erotic adventure.
Also available from Pride Publishing:
What’s his Passion?: Dark Warrior
Lily Harlem
Excerpt
Chapter One
Leo Rotherham gripped the lap belt securing him to the creaky plastic seat. He’d known that the trip from Nairobi to the furthest corner of Moshi was going to be tiresome but he was so exhausted it was an effort to even sit upright.
