by Marie Carnay
Bronx and Beckett were two halves of the same coin. One adventurous and selfless. The other playful and patient. Each brought something different to the table, but just as appealing.
Damn.
It wasn’t fair. She closed her eyes. Bronx and Beckett had paid for this crazy, extravagant vacation, she owed it to them to not lead either one on.
With a groan, Chelsea stood up and trudged to the hall. The sharp tone of Bronx’s voice made her pause.
“—told me you didn’t care.”
“I don’t. Not in the way you’re thinking.”
Chelsea leaned against the wall. Beckett? What were they arguing about?
Bronx cut through her questions. “Then get out of my way. Chelsea’s on her way to my room, not yours.”
“Don’t be an asshole, Bronx.”
“You’re the one in my way.”
“I mean with Chelsea. I know how you are with women. You chew them up and spit them out. Don’t do that to her.”
Chelsea’s hand flew to her mouth. They were fighting over her. It was exactly what she’d feared. She took a step into the hall. Coming between them was the last thing she wanted to do.
“I’m not.” Bronx’s voice softened. “Chelsea’s… different. Not like most women I date.”
“What are you saying?”
Chelsea wasn’t waiting around for an answer. She wasn’t going to be the stick that jammed up the gears of the Kingston family. Bronx and Beckett weren’t going to fight over her.
Her footsteps landed in little wet smacks on the tile and both men turned to her. “Don’t fight over me, it’s not worth it.”
“Yes, you are.”
Chelsea waved Beckett off. “I’m not going to be the source of tension between the two of you. You’re brothers. That means more than any vacation fling.”
“Is that all this is?”
She glanced at Bronx. He seemed sincere, but he couldn’t… Beckett grabbed her hand. “Is it?”
Butterflies flittered around her insides. Is it? The first moment she’d met each of them, more than lust had sparked her interest. But they couldn’t want more. “I think you’re both a captive audience. It’s easy to forget there’s a whole world of women out there.”
“What if we don’t want any other women?”
She ran her tongue across her lower lip and glanced at each brother. They had over three weeks left in the rental. Three weeks to explore each other and the island. Relax and enjoy themselves. Unless she screwed it all up.
But they couldn’t…
“I won’t come between you.”
“You don’t have to—”
She reached up and silenced Beckett with a touch on his lips. “I’m not done.” As soon as the thought had popped into her head, she knew it was the right choice. It might be scandalous back home, but they were on a tropical island with no one around for miles.
“If you’re both serious, and not just trying to one up each other in some brotherly contest, then you can both have me.”
Beckett raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. She turned to Bronx.
He tilted his head.
“Say something. Please.”
“You’re sure you can handle both of us?”
Chelsea smiled and all the tension she’d been holding since the auction fled her body. She reached for Bronx’s hand. “There’s one way to find out.”
“You’re serious?”
She turned to Beckett with a grin. “I like you both and I’m here to have fun. So let’s have it.”
Chapter Fourteen
BRONX
Beckett led the way down the hall to a bedroom Bronx hadn’t stepped foot in since forever. With wall-to-wall windows on two sides, it commanded a view of the tropical forest and the ocean. The sun hung low, just a sliver of crimson over the water, turning the sea purple and red.
An enormous four-poster bed took up much of the room with gauzy curtains billowing in a canopy on all sides. Paradise. Chelsea paused just inside the door, the hot pink triangle of her bikini bottoms barely covering the round swells of her ass.
Bronx couldn’t take his eyes off her as they walked down the hall. Wobble, wobble. Her hips undulated with every step, bringing his cock roaring back to the life. God, the woman was so much more than he’d ever expected.
Funny and kind. Sexy and independent. Take charge at the most surprising times. But now, as she hesitated, her feet shifting position on the cool tile, she seemed vulnerable and full of doubt.
Beckett walked over to the windows, cranking them wide open to let in the sounds of the night and the ocean washing over the shore. Bronx stepped up to Chelsea.
“Are you nervous?”
She shivered. “A little.” Her eyes darted to him and back to Beckett. “Have you ever…”
“Done this?” He shook his head. “No. First time for everything, though.” He reached out and trailed his fingers across her back until she leaned into his hand.
He’d promised himself he’d leave Chelsea to Beckett, but after the pool… he couldn’t help himself. All he could see was her body sandwiched between them with Sarabelle’s incredible view as the backdrop.
“If you don’t want to…”
“No, I do.” She glanced up as Beckett approached. “I don’t want to come between you.”
“That’s kind of the point.” Beckett reached out and took her hand. Her nipples pebbled through her bikini top and a rush of desire hit Bronx. He’d thought jealousy would come into play.
Never in all their years had Beckett and Bronx shared a woman. It never even crossed his mind. How could they? But Chelsea was different. She stood there between them with Beckett’s thumb stroking her hand and Bronx’s fingers splayed out across her back and she wasn’t unsure or confused about her desire.
She wanted them both.
Beckett stepped forward, close enough to kiss her. “Don’t think about what you should do. Think about what you want. What your body is begging for.”
She turned to Bronx and he seized the chance, sliding his hand up into her hair and dragging her over for a kiss. So fucking sweet. He couldn’t wait to get a taste of the rest of her as he dragged his lips over every inch of her body.
Bronx ran his hands down her sides, thumbs swiping at her breasts before she pulled away and gasped. “Are you sure?”
He smiled. “Very.”
Beckett stepped up, body tight and close behind Chelsea, hands wrapping around her middle before sliding up to palm her breasts. Her eyes fluttered shut as his fingers rolled around and around, stroking her nipples through the fabric, drawing out tiny mewls of desire and need.
Beckett’s lips nestled against her ear and Bronx strained to hear him. “I’ve dipped my fingers inside that sweet heat of yours but I want more. I want all of you, Chelsea. Give in to what you want.”
She surrendered with a moan. “Yes.”
“Right now?”
She nodded, and Bronx kissed Chelsea harder than before, thrusting his tongue inside to swirl around hers until she moaned into his lips. He nipped her lower lip and she groaned as he pulled back.
“Beckett’s not the only Kingston who wants all of you.”
As he trailed kisses down her neck, Beckett untied her bikini top. The pink fabric gave way and oh, my. Round and full with rosy nipples aching for his touch, spectacular didn’t begin to describe Chelsea’s breasts.
He could bury his head between them and play for hours. But tonight needed to be about her. Bronx had no idea if he could share a woman with his brother. If this was a one-time-only thing, he wanted to rock Chelsea’s world.
Glancing up at Beckett, he could see his brother wanted Chelsea every bit as much. Huge pupils, mouth open, dick straining against his shorts. Bronx knew just what to do. He reached for the ties on Chelsea’s bottoms, pulling until they slipped free and the last bit of fabric on her body fell away.
Curves and creamy skin and heat. It was all he could see. Forget S
arabelle and the ocean waves; this was heaven right here. Flicking his thumbs across her nipples, he stroked until she shuddered. God, what a woman.
As Chelsea glanced down at him, eyes huge and round, lips open, Bronx bent to lap at a nipple. Wide strokes across first one and then the other. Teasing her higher and higher as she arched her back.
But this wasn’t just about the two of them. Bronx glanced up over the swells of Chelsea’s breasts and motioned for Beckett to come around.
His brother obliged as Bronx slid to his knees. How badly did Chelsea want them? In moments he had his answer as she reached for his brother and dragged him close. Her lips landed on Beckett’s and Bronx grinned.
God, what a rush. He nudged her legs open, spreading her thighs to expose her slit drenched in her own juices.
Damn. So fucking sexy. Bronx dove in without hesitation, running his tongue between her folds and licking a circle around her needy hole. Chelsea cried out at his touch, rolling her hips against his mouth and reaching out for something to hold. She found Beckett.
Her hands dug into his hips and Bronx found her shoulders, dragging her down above him until her lips lined up with Beckett’s crotch. Chelsea reached for Beckett’s shorts and in seconds they fell to the floor in a heap.
Tonight would be better than any fantasy. Better than anything in Bronx’s hectic life back home. If Chelsea didn’t tear them apart, she could be the start of a Kingston reconciliation.
Bronx leaned closer and lapped across her clit as Chelsea took Beckett’s cock between her lips.
BECKETT
Holy hell. Never in his life had something so foreign felt so right. With Bronx crouched between Chelsea’s legs and her mouth around his cock, Beckett could barely hold on.
Chelsea trembled and shook as his brother worked her clit, her spit soaking his shaft as she moaned and lapped. Hard and fast she bobbed her head, picking up speed as her orgasm drove her into a frenzy. Bronx groaned from between her legs and Chelsea shuddered, slipping off Beckett’s cock as she searched for his face in the pale glow of the rising moon.
As their gaze locked, Chelsea came, pupils swelling to near-eclipse, lips slicked with spit and hanging open, cheeks bright pink with ecstasy. Damn.
Beckett stepped back and Bronx eased out from between her legs. Tonight would be a good night.
He’d known the minute he caught her checking both of them out that Chelsea could handle him and his brother. But he’d never expected it to be like this.
So heady and real. Honest and raw.
Even if it only lasted for a few weeks, it would be worth it. Chelsea was worth anything.
CHELSEA
Oh, God. Why had she hesitated? Even for an instant? If Beckett and Bronx could make her feel like that already… Wow. Chelsea lolled on her bare feet, wobbly from the best orgasm of her life when hands wrapped around her middle and hoisted her in the air.
“Put me down!” She squirmed and Bronx clutched her tighter.
“No.” He lifted her up into his arms and stalked to the bed before laying her down. “I thought we’d all be more comfortable on a bed.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” Beckett strode up to her, naked and sexy as hell, and she smiled. The Kingston brothers. Two sexy, in-control men who wanted her. It didn’t seem real.
She smiled at Beckett and patted the bed. “Come sit down so I can finish what I started.”
Beckett grinned and came up next to her, reaching out to tweak a nipple before sitting on the edge of the bed. She stood up and turned toward him, sticking her ass out behind her as she bent over to lap at his cock again. Mmm.
She loved how different they were from each other. Bronx with his strong hands and dirty words. Beckett with his gentle smile and nimble fingers. And their cocks. Damn. Bronx was thick and solid where Beckett was long and smooth.
She grinned and licked a circle around Beckett’s spongy head. Even their dicks matched their personalities.
“Something funny?” He reached out and gathered her hair off her face, holding it back to watch her take him deep.
As she pulled back, she shrugged. “I’ve never done anything this crazy.”
“Mmm. And we’re just getting started.” Bronx stepped up behind her, naked and eager with a condom in his hand.
Chelsea’s mouth fell open. She knew what a threesome meant. Hell, she’d been the one to suggest it. But somehow seeing Bronx standing there, ready and waiting, it made it so much more real.
Sexy. Powerful.
Screw holding back. She was going to enjoy it. She shook her ass at him and he slinked closer, reaching out his hands to stroke her thighs.
She closed her eyes and turned back to Beckett, taking his cock in her mouth deeper than ever before. His shaft filled her mouth, his head bumped the back of her throat, and Chelsea throbbed in need.
As she worked Beckett, Bronx massaged her ass, swirling his hands in gentle strokes until she moaned. Her pussy ached, desire and need soaked her channel and spread down her thighs, and if he didn’t fuck her soon she’d die from anticipation.
Another lap of Beckett’s shaft and she pulled back. His cock bobbed in the air as she turned around. “What are you waiting for?”
“Just enjoying the view.” Bronx rolled the condom down his length and grabbed her by the hips. “But if you’re ready…”
“I am.”
“Then I’d hold on.” With a single thrust, Bronx buried himself inside her. His cock sliced through her slick heat and his hips slapped her ass as he bottomed out inside her. Oh, God. It was better than she imagined. Intense and uncontrolled. Electric.
Chelsea dug her fingers into Beckett’s hips as she licked her lips. Opening wide, she took his cock back inside her mouth as Bronx thrust. Mmm. Beckett’s cock filled her mouth. His tip eased down her throat and she shuddered. Oh my.
With Bronx fucking her from behind and Beckett owning her mouth, she was surrounded and consumed. Her pussy clenched in a rolling wave and she struggled to focus.
Beckett groaned and pulled her toward him by the hair. “Fuck, yes. Harder, Bronx. Take her harder.”
Bronx obeyed, slamming into Chelsea and forcing her farther down Beckett’s shaft. Again and again he thrust, working into a punishing rhythm that had her moaning and shaking and gagging around Beckett’s dick. But instead of freaking her out or turning her off, it made her needy. Desperate. Her clit throbbed, her muscles clenched, and as Bronx slid his hand around her thigh, she almost fell apart.
His thick fingers forced their way between her folds and as he pumped again, he rubbed her clit. An orgasm ripped through her without warning—turning her pussy into a vise and her mouth into a vessel.
Bronx grunted behind her and as she clenched, he came, emptying his seed into the condom and sagging over her. Only Beckett remained.
“Looks like I’m the last one. Lucky me.”
Bronx pulled back and before she could cry out at the loss, he was turning her around. Foil ripped and in moments, Bronx was kneeling in front of her, guiding her trembling legs back into Beckett’s waiting body. He slipped inside, the length of him hitting places Bronx couldn’t reach, and she struggled not to fall over.
“Easy, babe. I’ve got you.”
She nodded and looked into Bronx’s eyes, staring as Beckett rammed into her from behind. Over and over. Harder and harder. Touching her hidden places, her deepest secrets. As another wave of desire washed over her, Bronx inched forward, reaching out to stroke her clit while he captured her mouth in a kiss.
Their tongues lapped at each other as his fingers circled her little nub and Beckett pumped from behind. One. Two. Three. That’s all it took. Beckett grunted behind her—slamming against her ass a final time as Bronx flicked her clit.
Chelsea saw stars. Bright white, dazzling and overpowering. What a vacation.
Chapter Fifteen
CHELSEA
Chelsea’s foot slipped on the slick rock, but Bronx was there to keep her steady. She
smiled at him and kept going. The rock face loomed above her, but both men had promised her the view was worth the effort. She wiped a sheen of sweat off her brow and took another step.
The past two weeks had been some of the best of her life. From waking up every morning to the sound of the ocean, to going to bed every night wrapped up in the Kingston brothers’ arms, Chelsea had forgotten all of her troubles.
She had learned how to paddleboard like an expert with Beckett and how to relax like a queen with Bronx. Both men had walked along the coast with her, picking up shells and watching dolphins jump in the morning waves.
The more time she spent with Beckett and Bronx, the further her normal life receded in her mind. Wasn’t this her forever, trapped on a private island with no one around for miles but the three of them?
Laughing and bonding and dare she say it… falling in love… this was what she wanted. It didn’t seem possible. How could her heart be big enough for two men?
But as strange as it sounded, she knew it to be true. She was as in love with Beckett as she was with Bronx. Each one satisfied a different need in her. One was sweet and kind, the other intense and brooding.
Both so damn sexy and powerful. They hadn’t shared their feelings with her, but she could see it in the way Beckett stared at her when he didn’t think she noticed and the way Bronx always suggested just what she wanted. The connection between them wasn’t in her head.
Chelsea frowned and took another step up the steep incline. When the vacation ended in a few days, would it be back to their old lives with a mere kiss goodbye? Could she ever hope for anything more?
She huffed out an exhale. “Please tell me we’re almost there.”
Beckett chuckled ahead of her. “We are. See that ridge ahead?”
Chelsea squinted into the rising sun.
“That’s the top.”
“Thank God.” She concentrated on the climb, careful not to miss another step. The higher they got, the wetter the rocks and louder the sound of rushing water. She turned to Bronx. “What is that noise?”
