Stowaways

by Lily Harlem

  Mason and Lucas had made a start on the curry, and a huge pot sat on the gas stove in the kitchen. The smells coming from it were rich and fragrant.

  “I’m going to shower,” she said.

  “Aye, you do that,” Lucas said, holding up a spoon. “And then I hope you’re hungry.”

  She smiled and stepped up to him. She set her lips by his ear. “I’m hungry for more than food,” she whispered. “Do we still have a deal tonight, me and you?”

  “I’m a man of my word,” he said quietly. “You know that.”

  “Good.” A swell of anticipation caught in her chest. Gorgeous Lucas was going to be hers for the entire night. It was sexy having ménage with her guys, but it was equally sexy having one on one time. And with Lucas still learning about sex, enjoying new experiences, it was even better.

  She showered quickly in sun-warmed water, then slipped into the small bedroom compartment she used. After plaiting her hair and applying sweetly scented body lotion, she pulled on her freshly washed fancy underwear. She added the stockings, then pulled on sweats and a hoody over the top. She wanted to be ready for later, when she brought Lucas to bed.

  The men were all seated around the fire eating with a blanket of stars above them. The bowl of curry had been set on stones by the dwindling flames to keep warm.

  “Here,” Harry said, handing her a plate of food. “It’s good.”

  “It smells it.” She took it and sat next to him. The delicious scents reminded her how hungry she was.

  As she ate, the guys chatted about the wind turbine which had been playing up. Mason had managed to locate the problem, and they hoped it would be a permanent fix.

  Lucas was unusually talkative and described the leopard incident in detail to Harry and Evan.

  Mason sat at his side finishing some of Lucas’s sentences. Even though it was dark and only the light of the flames lit Mason’s features, it was clear he’d paled remembering how close a call it had been.

  Paul clasped Lucas on the shoulder. “Good job you’re fit, little bruv, and tall. That leap upward was a big ask.”

  “Thank goodness you guys pulled as much as I jumped,” Lucas replied.

  “Urgh, let’s not talk about it anymore,” Mason said, placing his bowl and spoon to one side. “Much as the wildlife around here is stunning, it’s kind of scary at times. Karate isn’t going to fend off a charging bull elephant, an angry rhino, or hungry hyena.”

  “You seen a rhino?” Harry asked.

  “No.” Mason shrugged. “But those hyenas were close last night, did you hear them?”

  “Yeah.” Evan nodded and sat back on his chair. “Which is why it’s best to keep this fire going. They won’t bother us then.”

  “Do you think Raul will be back tonight?” Olivia asked, gazing out into the darkness.

  “Might be,” Evan said.

  “You think he’ll drive in the dark?” Paul asked.

  “He’s got two locals with him, they’ll know the way.”

  “That’s true, Harry.” Paul followed Olivia’s gaze into the distance.

  “I’ll wait up,” Evan said. “Keep this fire going, it’ll be a beacon for Raul as well as a deterrent to wandering creatures with big teeth.”

  “I’ll sit with you,” Harry said.

  Evan raised his eyebrows slightly.

  “That okay with you, buddy?” Harry asked, cocking his head.

  Olivia had detected a note of challenge in Harry’s tone. She wondered if Evan would rise to the bait.

  “Yeah.” Evan shrugged and began to poke the fire. “Whatever.”

  “Aye, I’ll sit up, too,” Mason said. “Ain’t that tired to be honest, and I’ll sleep better knowing they’ve got back okay.”

  “True.” Paul nodded, crossed his legs, and rested back as if also settling in for a long wait.

  Olivia looked at Lucas.

  He was staring at her. Lust shone in his pale eyes, and he bit on his plump bottom lip.

  God, I want him.

  She stroked her necklace, running her fingers over the diamonds. It was time to truly claim this beautiful and unique husband of hers. Show him how much she loved him and how she could make his body feel good…more than good. Ecstatic.

  “I’m going to bed.” She stood and straightened her top. “Thanks for making the dinner, it was lovely.”

  “It wasn’t Michelin star, hen.” Mason grinned and pulled up his hood. “But you’ll get that tomorrow when Raul’s home.”

  “I just want him back safe.”

  “Aye, we all do.” Mason nodded.

  Olivia rested her hand on Lucas’s shoulder. She leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Join me in two minutes.”

  He nodded very slightly.

  She kissed the side of his head, his newly cut hair a little sharp on her lips.

  After using the loo, she went into the main part of the tent and put on the soft light that hung from the center. She then brushed her teeth and slipped into the bedroom that had the two beds pushed together. It was at the rear of the tent, so as long as they weren’t too loud, they might be afforded some privacy.

  She tugged off her hoody, chased a tiny lizard out of the compartment, then removed her sneakers and sweats.

  Someone was using the shower; Lucas, she guessed. And she took the time to fold back the covers, then unplait her hair so it hung in soft waves over her shoulders.

  The water went off.

  There was movement in the main compartment.

  She stilled, straightened, and held her breath as anticipation gripped her. It was as though her body was aching for him to hold her. She needed to connect with him, bare her soul to him.

  He stepped in wearing only a towel around his waist.

  She blew out a breath as heat built within her.

  I am one seriously lucky woman.

  His damp skin gleamed as it stretched over his thick muscles. His perfect six-pack was clearly defined, and his dark tattoo just added to his sexiness.

  “Hey,” he said, his gaze dropping down her body. “You look nice in that gear.”

  “Gear?”

  “Underwear…whatever it’s called.” He didn’t smile. He seemed to be concentrating as he took her in.

  Propping one hand on her waist, she cocked her hip. “I’m pleased you like it, Lucas.”

  “I do.”

  She allowed her gaze to drift, too. There was a definite bulge going on beneath his towel.

  “Fasten the door up,” she said. “I’ve just chased a lizard out, and I don’t want him, or anyone else coming in and disturbing us.”

  He did as she’d asked.

  She moved closer to him.

  The scent of soap swirled in the air when he turned back to her.

  She smiled and set a kiss just beneath the hollow of his throat, which was where she could reach without going on her tiptoes.

  “Olivia,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

  “And I love you, husband.”

  “Wife.” He smiled, just a little.

  She stroked her finger over his necklace, which sat below his Adam’s apple, then traced over his collarbone, his tattoo, and down to his elbow. Once there, she skimmed sideways and trailed down his abdomen, dipped into his navel then settled her grip on the towel.

  He stood stock-still. His breathing shallow, his fists clenched.

  “Tonight is about us,” she whispered. “Us being together. You’re all I want.”

  “And you’re all I want. Now and forever.”

  Chapter Five

  Olivia smiled and tugged the towel around Lucas’s waist. It loosened and fell to the floor.

  His erection sprang free. His pubic hair was still a little wet from the shower and clung to his body.

  “Oh, God,” he groaned softly as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

  “Me, too.” She rubbed down to the base then back up again. “You’re so hard, Lucas, alread
y.”

  “This is what you do to me.”

  She adored the fact he was so turned on when they’d barely started. “Do you remember at the villa, in Cape Town, when we were by the pool?” She increased the pressure on his cock and cupped his balls with her other hand.

  “Of course.” He bit on his bottom lip, and his eyes fluttered shut. “Oh yeah, Olivia…”

  She hovered her mouth over his. “How you made me come, with your tongue.”

  “Aye…I do.”

  “But we were interrupted before I could take you into my mouth.”

  “My brothers had seriously bad timing that day.”

  “I agree.” She kissed him softly. “But no one is going to disturb us now, are they?”

  “No,” he murmured.

  “So I’m going to suck your cock, Lucas.” She paused. “Is that okay?”

  “Fuck yeah.” He opened his eyes. “But you know I haven’t…no one has…”

  “Shh.” She kissed him again. “Of course I know. Now relax and enjoy.”

  A thrill shot through her, as it always did when she was with Lucas and he was experiencing something for the first time. He was such a big tough guy but he’d waited for the one…her. She was so honored, and it made her love him all the more.

  She peppered kisses down his neck then across his chest. Taking each nipple gently between her teeth and sucking.

  He moaned softly and ran his hands up then down her back.

  She stooped and slid her tongue through the indentations of his belly, tracing the muscles and enjoying the fresh taste of his skin. All the time she worked his cock slow and firm.

  As she got lower she took to her knees so she was level with his groin.

  “Olivia,” he whispered, looking down at her and filling his hands with her hair. “I want this so much.”

  She smiled up at him. “I know.” She poked out her tongue and swiped it over his freckle.

  His mouth hung slack.

  She repeated the action, then probed gently into his slit.

  His fingers tightened, tugging her hair by the roots.

  “You ready?” she asked.

  He swallowed and nodded.

  She opened her mouth and took the tip of his glans onto her tongue. She kept looking up, watching his enraptured expression as she sank onto him.

  He groaned and shunted his hips forward, going even deeper.

  Too deep.

  She gagged, placed her hands on his hips, and shoved, fighting the hold he had on her.

  “Shit, I’m sorry.” He released her and pulled completely out. “I didn’t mean…damn it.”

  “It’s okay.” She wiped the back of her hand over her mouth and pulled in a breath. “Just let me do the depth, okay?” She swallowed.

  “You don’t have to do this. I did it wrong…”

  “There’s no wrong in sex, Lucas.” She stroked his hip then took hold of his shaft again. “As long as there’s communication.”

  He frowned. “Tell me what to do.”

  “You can hold my hair, I like that. But don’t ram in.”

  “I won’t, I promise.” He wrapped his hands around her hair again, very gently this time.

  “I won’t break.”

  “I know…I think.”

  She licked his cock tip, then opened her mouth and allowed his shaft to slide onto her tongue.

  He stood with his legs locked, and his abdomen tense.

  She pulled up, slipped back down, repeated the action.

  He moaned softly. His only movements were his fingers tensing and his cock twitching.

  She grasped his taut buttocks and bobbed up and down, over and over, his cock getting so hard it resembled concrete.

  Soon the taste of pre-cum spread on her tongue. He was close.

  She released his right buttock and cupped his testicles again. They’d shrunk up into his body, his release imminent.

  “Olivia,” he gasped, curling forward. “I’m going to…in your mouth if you…”

  She had no problem with him coming in her mouth. In fact, she wanted that—his first blowjob should be the real deal.

  “Oh, God,” he gasped. “It’s here.”

  A spurt of release flooded her tongue, and she swallowed it down.

  He curled farther forward, his knees giving way. As he sank to the ground and hunched over her, she stayed with him. Taking his cock deep and riding through his release.

  Four pulses of pleasure tore from him. He groaned quietly, and his body shook.

  When she was sure his bliss was abating, she lifted and took his shaft in her hand.

  He was breathing fast, his cheeks flushed.

  “How was that?” she asked.

  “It was…incredible.” He released her hair and cupped her cheeks. He stroked his thumbs over her lips. “Your mouth…I’ll never forget that.” A frown creased his brow. “Was it good for you?”

  “To give you pleasure like that? Of course. I love you. I only want to make you feel good.”

  “That was more than good.” He kissed her. “And so much better than I ever thought it would be.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed close. A wonderful sense of achievement swelled in her chest.

  Next thing she knew, her bra had slackened.

  “And now I’m going to make you feel good,” he whispered.

  “You’re expecting a quick recovery time, huh?”

  “You’ll be amazed.”

  She giggled when he stood, picking her up as he straightened.

  Suddenly she was flat on her back on the bed, and he was tugging at her knickers.

  She tossed the bra aside, her nipples peaking. The air was a little chilly, but she had a feeling Lucas was going to warm her up nicely.

  “You want the blankets?” he asked, lying next to her.

  “Not at the moment.” She held his cheeks as he kissed her gently.

  He began to roam his hands down her body, caressing her breasts, tweaking each nipple in turn. His touch was soft, exploratory. He made her feel almost worshipped, so desired and very much a woman.

  When he reached the juncture of her thighs, she parted her legs.

  “You’re so soft here,” he murmured, slipping through her folds. “And wet.”

  “You turn me on, Lucas. I want you.” She hoped he was recovering as quickly as he thought he would.

  “You’ve got me.” He eased a finger into her, the flat of his palm covering her clit.

  “Mmm…” She reached up to kiss him again.

  He added another finger and began to gently fuck her with his hand.

  She arched her back, pressing her chest to his. He might be inexperienced but he was a quick learner and knew where all the sweet spots inside and out of her body were.

  “Lucas,” she gasped after a few minutes. “Can we…I want your cock inside me.”

  He smiled against her lips. “Climb on board.”

  Slipping from her, he flipped onto his back. His erection had returned in all its glory.

  Grinning, she straddled him and set her hands either side of his head. They hadn’t done it in this position before. “You reckon you can handle your wife fucking you, Lucas?”

  He chuckled. “I reckon so.”

  She positioned her pussy over his cock, then took him in. She went slowly, enjoying the sensation of his solid flesh stretching her wide.

  He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, laying perfectly still beneath her. She wondered if he was battling the urge to thrust upward and drag her down onto him.

  Eventually she was full of him and her ass hit his legs. She stilled for a moment then ground herself onto his body, giving her clitoris deep stimulation.

  He moaned and clasped her waist. “Olivia.”

  “Is that nice?”

  “I want to…God, I want to come again already.”

  “Hold on to it for a while…I won’t be long. You feel too good inside me.” She kissed him, working her hips ove
r and over to catch the spark of orgasm.

  It was close. She was hot for it. Her pussy wet and her clit swollen with need.

  The bed creaked. In the distance a hyena barked.

  Lucas moaned into her mouth.

  “I’m coming,” she gasped. The pressure was too much to contain. She let it out, grinding harder against him. Bliss shot around her body. Her internal muscles spasmed, and she shook as heated pleasure stole her breath.

  He sat bolt upright, encasing her in his arms. He dragged her onto him and went deeper than ever.

  She cried out, and another wave of ecstasy claimed her.

  He came, burying his face in her neck and gripping the back of her head. Crushing her to him.

  She was breathing hard, her heart thumping wildly.

  He stilled and relaxed his hold on her a fraction.

  “I thought I could handle it…” he said. “But when you came I just…had to do that. Sit up, take you like that.” His eyes narrowed. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” She smiled. “I’m glad you did what you did. It was perfect.” She kissed him. “One hell of an orgasm.”

  “I guess the one that consummates our marriage should be.”

  “True.”

  As they kissed, he roamed his palms over her body. Soon her skin began to cool. He must have sensed that and drew them both flat on the bed, before dragging up the warm blankets and holding her close.

  Olivia went to sleep warm, satisfied, and feeling safe. Lucas’s scent was in her nostrils, his taste in her mouth, and the sensation of him inside her lingered.

  She had six husbands, and they were all sexy, unique, and special. It wasn’t something she’d ever thought would happen to her, but it had, and it felt oh, so right.

  Olivia woke early the next morning. Much as it was heavenly to be snuggled next to Lucas, Raul was on her mind.

  Had he returned in the night?

  She slipped from the bed, leaving Lucas snoring quietly with the blanket tucked tight against the chilly air, and pulled on some clothes.

  She quietly let herself out of the compartment, then tugged her hoody over her hands. Soon it would be almost unbearably hot, but until the sun burned away the cool of the night, it was cold.