“Rhett.” She said his name on a breathless whisper. “You’re killing me.”
Rhett skimmed a hand down her abdomen, danced his fingers over her stomach, and followed that imaginary path with his mouth. “No, I’m having fun with the anticipation.”
Torturing himself to an all new level was more like it, but damn if he was going to stop. Self-inflicted torment had never felt so good. He slid off the bed as his mouth neared her pussy and her legs fell open for him in an invitation he would’ve had to have been out of his mind to refuse. Situating his shoulders between her thighs, he covered her cunt with his mouth and lost himself in the spectacular, hot flavor of the woman he loved.
Her pussy was primed and ready, soaked from her recent orgasm and more delicious than anything he’d ever tasted. It didn’t bother him that Drake had fucked her not more than ten minutes ago, though he was glad the man had used the condom he’d given him. It left him dining only on her cream, a stupendous substance that left him feeling drunk and even needier.
He parted her pussy lips with his fingers, stretching them to give his mouth more room to work, and danced the tip of his tongue back and forth over her clit. Her hips came off the mattress, her pussy pressing more firmly to his face, as unintelligible sounds left her lips.
He inched his tongue inside her opening and licked the walls of her channel. Her inner muscles contracted, sucking his tongue deeper, and her fingers fisted tightly in her hair.
“Rhett, please.”
Her hand alternated tugs and pushes on his head as if she couldn’t make up her mind if she wanted him to keep going or to stop. He made up her mind for her, taking one last lick of her cunt from the thin bit of skin between her pussy and her anus to her clit before slowly pulling back. Her hand fell from his hair, slapping the bed near her thigh as he pushed to his feet between her legs and gazed down at her. Her strawberry-blonde hair fanned the mattress, her eyes were closed, and her breasts rose and fell in rapid, ragged breaths.
“Your anticipation is going to drive me insane.”
Nothing moved except her lips on that declaration and Rhett heard Drake’s failed attempt to stifle a chuckle.
Alexandria’s eyes fluttered open and she held his gaze for a moment before looking at Drake. She gave a low whistle and licked her lips. “And watching that is going to send me straight to the nuthouse.”
Rhett followed her line of sight and lifted a brow when he saw Drake’s fist curled around his cock.
“Do you want me to leave the room?” Drake asked, watching her.
“I don’t have a problem with you staying. As a matter of fact, I could do that for you if you would come here.”
Drake shook his head. “This is Rhett’s time with you. I’ll let you get your hands on me later.”
Rhett caught the flash of disappointment that moved through her angelic face as she looked back at him. The frustration vanished as she flattened her hands on the front of her shoulders and dragged them down her body.
A smile toyed with her lips and challenge sparked in her eyes. “What are you waiting for?”
Rhett growled, rolled the condom over his throbbing shaft, and climbed between her wide-spread thighs. He flattened his hands on either side of her head as he held the weight of his upper body off of her and gazed down. “Do you want Drake to join us?”
She made an apologetic face. “Is it wrong of me to want to enjoy both of you as much as I can tonight?”
Rhett smiled down at her. “No, sweetheart. It’s not wrong.” It was wrong of her to think tonight was the only night she would have with them, but they would discuss that later. He glanced at Drake and found the man looking at him questioningly. If they were going to share her the way they’d agreed, Rhett figured they might as well start it out from the get-go. “Are you coming?”
“Not yet.” Drake pushed away from the doorframe and crawled onto the bed on his knees. “But I’ve got a feeling I’m about to be.”
Rhett snorted and shook his head.
Alexandria giggled and reached for both of them. Her hand slid around Rhett’s neck to cup his nape as she curled the fingers of her other hand around Drake’s shaft. Her gaze locked with Rhett’s and emotions filled her eyes. “Thank you.”
Rhett’s chest tightened with equal parts warning and love. He didn’t understand the first, but he’d known about the second for a long time. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but his instincts told him not to say them just yet. Instead, he held her gaze as he eased the full length of his cock into her pussy until he was buried inside her to the hilt.
“Oh, yeah.” Alexandria’s neck arched as a sexy moan left her lips. Her hips lifted, meeting his body and drawing his cock even deeper into her pussy. “Rhett, you feel so good.”
She had no idea. Being inside her felt better than anything he’d ever experienced. Even after being rammed by Drake’s cock, her pussy was still tight. Her channel clamped around his shaft like a vise. Fighting to hold onto his control, he held himself there until the need to come ebbed before easing his cock back and slowly working it inside her pussy again.
Her hand moved from his nape, her palm caressing his shoulder, his bicep, and his chest. Her other hand was still on Drake’s cock, stroking it in time with Rhett’s even thrusts into her pussy.
Rhett found himself watching her as she jerked Drake off. Drake’s expression was tight, as if he were already working to hold back his release. Rhett could relate. The feel of her cunt swallowing his cock in combination with the sight of her hand on Drake’s dick had the pressure building in his balls far more quickly than he wanted. When she turned her head toward Drake, used her hand on his cock to pull him down, and closed her lips around his cockhead, Rhett’s mind immediately kicked into a mantra of the Miranda rights to keep from coming.
Christ, he’d never expected to get off on the sight of watching the woman he loved sucking another man’s dick. Sure, sharing her had been his idea, but he hadn’t thought it would feel like this. Alex let him set the pace, wrapping her legs around his waist as he eased his cock in and out of her in slow and measured thrusts that had them both moaning in pleasure. Her moans were muffled by Drake’s cock in her mouth, her head bobbing on the man’s dick in time with the rhythm Rhett had created.
Mesmerized, his thoughts and senses reeling, Rhett felt her body tense beneath him seconds before she cried out around Drake’s cock as she came.
Drake’s hand was buried in her hair and he held her head as he took over the pace, pistoning his cock more rapidly in her mouth. His face contorted and he roared as he blew his wad down her throat.
It was all too much, the pleasured sounds, the sight, and the feel of Alex coming apart beneath him. Rhett gave into his need to come. His head fell forward, every muscle stiffened, and an animalistic growl rumbled from his throat.
“Fuck,” Drake breathed.
Rhett lifted his head as the bed shifted. Drake had fallen over on his side, his body bent at the waist, his legs stretched at Alex’s side, and his torso laying above her head. His breath ragged, Rhett barely managed a chuckle. “Tell me about it.”
“You?” Alex half shrieked and half giggled the word. “There’s only one of me. There’s two of you.”
“You seemed to handle both of us just fine.” Come to think of it, Rhett figured she handled them and the whole ménage bit better than they did. He and Drake had some learning and experimenting to do when it came to making love to her together, but they would figure it out.
Drake pushed himself up to rest on one elbow and leaned over her. “And I don’t doubt all three of us will get better at it with practice.”
The same sadness Rhett had seen in her expression when he’d first laid her on the bed moved through her face again as she looked at first Drake and then him. No way was he going to let it go this time.
Putting all his weight on one arm, he cupped her chin to keep her from looking away. “Alex, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He asked her the sa
me question he’d asked earlier. “Don’t tell me it’s that I’m still dressed because I’m not wearing a stitch of clothes this time.”
She couldn’t turn her head, but she could close her eyes. She squeezed them shut, bit the inside of her lips together, and made a pained sound. “This was wrong. What the three of us did tonight shouldn’t have happened.”
Rhett’s heart sank to his gut. “If you were having regrets even before I made love to you, why didn’t you stop me?”
She opened her eyes, met his gaze, and he saw the tears sparkling in their depths. “I wanted you.” She glanced up at Drake. “I wanted both of you. I came home and you were both here touching me, offering me something I’ve fantasized about for months, and I couldn’t stop myself from taking it.”
Drake skimmed a hand up and down her arm. “What’s so wrong about that?”
She made a baffled sound and answered his question with one of her own. “Why tonight?”
Rhett understood what she was asking. “We got tired of hiding how we feel about you.”
“We knew you’d been hiding how you feel about us,” Drake chimed in.
“And neither of us was willing to step aside and let the other one have you,” Rhett finished. Her eyes closed briefly again and the words she said next stopped his heart.
“I’m leaving town.”
Drake stiffened. “Where are you going?”
“Virginia. Quantico. I’ve been accepted into the FBI Academy. I leave at the end of the month.”
Rhett felt his whole world shift. They were too late. They’d waited too long to tell her how they felt and now she was leaving. “Stay,” he heard himself say before he could stop the word.
“And do what, Rhett?” She dragged her fingers over his forehead, pushing aside the hairs that had fallen into his face. “Being an FBI agent has been my career goal since I was in diapers.”
“You’ve worked your ass off at the department,” Drake reminded her. “There’s not a homicide detective on the force that reached that rank as quickly as you have.”
Alex grimaced as she looked up at him. “Apparently that fact looked really good on my application with the FBI, too.”
Rhett rolled off of her, sat up next to her, and pulled her into his arms. “There’s nothing we can say to convince you to stay, is there?”
Her answer would be no. He knew it even before she started shaking her head. Alex was career-driven. She was a woman who had set a new record at working her way from the police academy to one of the top homicide detectives in the New Orleans PD…all with the goal of joining the FBI in mind.
“I can’t,” she whispered, and a single tear slid down her cheek. “It doesn’t matter how much I—” She stopped and shook her head harder. “What we did tonight…Both of you have to know it couldn’t go on this way.”
“Why not?” Drake hadn’t moved, but he was still close enough to touch her, even with her now sitting in Rhett’s lap. He skimmed his hand down her leg and curled his fingers around her ankle. “Rhett and I have no plans of going to blows with each other over you. We have no intentions of making you choose between us either.”
Alex gaped at him. “You’re talking about a ménage relationship. The three of us. End of story.”
Drake pushed himself up and moved closer, stopping his face a breath from hers. “End of story.”
“There’s always the long distance thing.” Rhett hated the suggestion, but damn if he was willing to give up so easily. Alex and Drake looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “You’ll be in Quantico for what, five or six months? You don’t know where you’ll be assigned after that. You could end up right back here.”
“Or I could end up in BFE,” she countered. “And if anyone found out I was sleeping with two men, my career would be ruined.”
“So we won’t let anyone find out,” Drake said, and then chuckled softly at the exasperated sound she made. “You give me an argument. I’m going to give you a resolution.” He smiled against her mouth. “We’ll convince you to change your mind. By the end of the month, you won’t be able to think about leaving us.”
Drake silenced whatever argument she thought to give next with a kiss. Rhett was grateful for that. He wished he had Drake’s confidence that they could convince her to stay, but as she melted between him and Drake, he couldn’t help but feel like she was already gone.
Chapter Two
Silver Island – Present Day
Drake lowered his camera as he kneeled beside the body of the woman that had washed up on the Silver Island shore. For a moment, his world tilted, throwing him off balance. He sat back on his haunches as he really studied her for the first time with his bare eyes rather than seeing her through the camera lens.
The current and waves had wreaked havoc on her long strawberry-blonde hair, matting it into rat’s nests around her pale face speckled with freckles. She lay on her stomach, her head turned to one side, her hazel eyes open and staring unseeingly into nothingness.
Geezus, the as-yet-unidentified victim could’ve been Alexandria Sykes’s twin. The facial features were slightly off. Jane Doe’s cheekbones were higher than he remembered Alex’s to be and her eyes were narrower. Her build was slightly chunkier, too. As he slid has gaze down her naked body, save for the silver charm bracelet on her right wrist, he guessed her to be a good ten pounds or more heavier than Alex.
There were no discernable bruises, cuts, or marks on her flesh beyond what he could see of the gaping slit across her throat. She’d been slashed nearly from ear to ear before being tossed into the Gulf. The question was, by whom.
“You all right?”
Drake flattened his hands on his thighs as he pushed himself to his feet. “Yeah, did you find out anything?”
Rhett shook his head, his expression somber and tight with frustration. “Faith found the body, but she says she’s never seen her before. So far, no one on the island has. Faith did recognize the bracelet, though.”
Drake looked down at the bracelet on Jane’s slender wrist, took in the palm tree, seashell, and sun charms attached to a silver chain, and slowly nodded. “It’s one of hers.” Though he made the words more of a statement than a question, Rhett answered anyway.
“Faith said it’s one of her bestsellers. She’s probably made fifty of them since she started selling her jewelry out of Pleasured Minds.”
Pleasured Minds was the island bookstore that housed the Karma Café and, more recently, Faith’s Treasures.
“Which means Faith might not have been in the store when the bracelet was sold.” Drake had seen the display of Faith’s handcrafted jewelry inside Pleasured Minds. Faith’s Treasures was operating more on a consignment deal than a third permanent addition to the bookstore. “We’ll need to talk to Elen and Arianrhod. Maybe one of them will remember Jane.”
Elen Evens owned Pleasured Minds and had a photographic memory. Her daughter Arianrhod who ran the Karma Café was nearly as sharp.
“Arianrhod is with Faith now,” Rhett told him. “She doesn’t remember Jane, but Elen might.”
Drake scanned the crowd that had gathered at the edge of the beach. Jane Doe had washed ashore on the area of the island reserved for the nudist colony. Though secluded, word had apparently gotten around quick, as it often did in their community. He calculated there to be about fifteen onlookers and he recognized every grim face. Many of them belonged to the colony and he was thankful they had been respectful enough to don clothes while outsiders momentarily took over their haven.
His gaze locked on the stunningly beautiful redhead and the woman with jet black hair. Arianrhod and Faith stood snuggled together. Their lips moved as if they were talking, but their attention was focused on him and Rhett. “I’m guessing Faith came to this end of the island looking for Blaze.”
Blaze Vardry was one of the island firefighters and one of Faith’s husbands.
Rhett made a face that would’ve been comical under different circumstances. “You know how Blaz
e is. He likes to hit the water naked, so he comes here for his morning swims. He probably would’ve been the one to find Jane if he hadn’t decided to dive in on the other side of the docks.”
Drake hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his uniform pants and turned, scanning the beach behind him. The nudist colony had their own private docks dividing their area of the beach, blocked by the cottages where they lived. Two access paths on either side of the area led from the road to the beach.
“Jane had to get that bracelet on the island,” Rhett pointed out. “We could be wrong about her washing up on shore. She might’ve been killed here.”
Drake looked down at the body and shook his head. “She was in the water a while. If she was killed on the island, her attacker attempted to dispose of her body by tossing her out to sea.”
“The sheriff has the Welcome Center on lockdown. No excursion boats are coming in or going out until we know more about the victim. Once we get an ID on her, we can run it against the records Kimberly keeps. We’ll know when she came on the island and if she was alone.”
Drake slid his friend a sidelong glance, not wanting to point out the obvious. The wordless look was enough.
Rhett pushed a hard, audible breath from his lungs. “Yeah, I know. The excursion boat isn’t the only way people get onto the island.”
Drake knew the man was still beating himself up over the last guy that had gotten onto the island without them knowing. Kimberly Bevel, the Welcome Center’s primary attendant, had been threatened, taken hostage, and thrown overboard in Buster Walsh’s attempts to torment his son, Mett Doyle. Rhett had been pulling a surveillance shift, watching Kimberly’s cottage from the street when Kimberly had decided to go for a walk on the beach. The woman had needed time to think about her budding relationship with Mett and his brother Charlie. Rhett had backed off, gave her some space, and had inadvertently left her alone with Walsh.
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