Resort Romance

by Berengaria Brown

  Silently she dropped into the water, letting her body drift to the bottom, her eyes open wide, searching in the direction she felt he would have gone.

  And there he was, just starting to rise to the surface. His eyes were open, but he didn’t appear to be in control of his body. He certainly didn’t seem like a teenager trying to tease his companion by playing dead. Quickly she swam over to him and hauled on the back of his T-shirt, pulling his body upright. He was only about thirteen or so and skinny, but as tall as her and quite heavy to pull out of the water.

  Oh shit, he’s been knocked unconscious. I hope to hell he’s breathing!

  A large piece of wood, broken off from the bridge railing, smashed against her arm, but she ignored it as she concentrated on bringing the boy to the edge of the water. I need to check his breathing. He’s got to be breathing!

  She quickly looked at his head and limbs but saw no blood, and the limbs weren’t bent into awkward shapes, so they probably weren’t fractured, but he wasn’t blinking his eyes or speaking at all, which worried her. Surely a boy this age would be making noises if he were conscious? Moaning in pain or hurling abuse at his companion or something?

  Imogen felt the ball of worry inside her growing larger and larger. He was still, silent, and unconscious. But surely not dead. He hadn’t been under water very long. He couldn’t possibly be dead.

  She dragged him to the edge of the lagoon and put him in the recovery position with his upper arm folded over his chest, and his upper leg in a triangle over the lower one. Before she could check his airways, he started coughing and hauled himself into a half-sitting position. Thank God! He’s breathing now.

  She looked up and saw Gage and Liam running toward her, Liam still holding his drink in his hand. As Liam ran, his hat blew off and he dropped the drink.

  “Imogen!”

  The cries seemed to come from all around her and to be echoing. Imogen shook her head some more, wondering if she had water in her ears, but it was simply that Gage and Liam were both calling her.

  Then the lagoon was full of people. A waiter, fully clothed including his shoes, appeared out of nowhere and waded across the pool to reach the boy who was on the opposite side of the lagoon from him. Gage and Liam dragged Imogen into their arms, asking a hundred questions at once. The other boy leaned over the bridge, avoiding the broken section of the railing, and asked hesitantly, “Drew? Drew? Are you okay?”

  Someone must have been making cell phone calls because resort staff appeared from everywhere, wanting to know what was happening.

  Gage and Liam tenderly led Imogen out of the water, wrapping her in their towels and demanding ice for the large bruises that were starting to show on her left arm. It was only now that she knew the boy was conscious once again that she realized her arm was aching fiercely where the timber from the bridge had hit her.

  A staff member went to talk to the boy on the bridge, who was busy calling for his family on his cell phone.

  Workers roped off the bridge and began removing the broken railing, a paramedic appeared to look at Imogen’s arm, and another paramedic was caring for the boy.

  “Yes, yes, yes, but what about Imogen? She may have broken bones!” Liam’s voice was high-pitched with concern.

  The paramedic replied, “I’ve checked her quite carefully, but we can take Ms. Dunlap to the Emergency Room if she wishes. If it will give you peace of mind.” He looked around. “Ms. Dunlap?”

  “Please don’t worry, I’m fine. Look, my arm moves normally.” Imogen circled her arm and smiled at her men. “Don’t worry, nothing’s wrong. It was just bumped by a piece of wood from the bridge.”

  Half a dozen people started talking at once, raising their voices louder and louder over the noise of hammering and sawing coming from the now roped-off bridge. A waiter handed around glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice, and the boy’s family arrived at a flat run.

  The two boys were hugged, kissed and slapped in quick succession by their relieved parents, as the paramedic assured them Drew had merely swallowed some water and was fine. “I’ve checked him for concussion and he’s got no signs of head injury, or any other injury either. Fortunately the water there is the perfect depth if you fall in—deep enough to protect you when you go in, but not so deep you might drown,” added the paramedic.

  Chaos reigned for long minutes until the second boy came shuffling over to Imogen.

  “I’m very sorry you were hurt helping my brother, ma’am. It was stupid of me to tackle him on the bridge even if he did—I mean, I shouldn’t have grabbed him on the bridge. And I’m sorry you were hurt looking after him, ma’am.”

  He scuffled his feet, embarrassed.

  “Thank you for your concern. I’m fine. Truly. It’s just a bruise and I could have got it doing anything.”

  The lad repeated his apology then returned to his family. Imogen could clearly hear the other boy protest, “For Chissake, Ma, I’m all right. Lay off me, will ya.”

  Chapter Five

  It was hours later by the time everything was quiet again and they had returned to their cabin. The resort manager had offered an extra week’s stay for everyone free of charge and the boys’ parents had countered with an offer to pay for the repair of the bridge. Gage had exchanged their flights for ones a week later and notified their bosses of their need for extra vacation time.

  Inside their cabin Gage and Liam were doing their best to tuck Imogen up into bed alone, suggesting they could sleep on the floor and the couch so they wouldn’t disturb her, offering her hot milk and a backrub.

  “Gage! Liam! There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m perfectly fine. The bruises on my arm hardly even hurt now. I’ve had much worse bumps playing sports. Now calm down and come to bed with me.”

  “Are you sure, honey? What if we roll over and lean on your arm during the night?”

  “If it hurts I’ll poke you. If it doesn’t hurt I won’t notice so either way it’s not a problem. Stop acting like a couple of sick puppies. I’d much rather you fucked my brains out like normal.”

  “That’s what we’d like to do too, but not if it will cause you pain.” Gage was hovering over her, looking deeply into her eyes as if trying to read her mind.

  Imogen opened her arms wide. “Truly, there’s nothing wrong with me. Come to bed and let’s play.”

  Reassured, both men undressed quickly and slid into the bed, one on either side of her as always. Liam pressed his body hard against her back, and Gage against her front, then the men wrapped their arms across her and held each other, uniting the three of them tightly together.

  “We belong together, the three of us. You know that, Imogen, don’t you?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Then will you move in with us? Live with us. We’ll work on being neat.” Gage glanced guiltily at the clothing they’d just dropped on the floor.

  “I’ll work on letting go and not fussing about it when you aren’t neat,” she replied.

  “Is that a ‘yes’? You will move in with us?” asked Liam.

  “Yes. It’s yes. In some ways this week has been a challenge to me. I’ve had to do some deep thinking. I believe now I can clearly tell the difference between concern and control. And I do love you. Both of you. Even when you drop your clothes on the floor.”

  They all laughed, but laughter soon turned to lust as Imogen felt two cocks growing and heating, one pressing into her belly and the other into her ass.

  She pushed her ass back against Liam and rubbed it over his cock, back and forward, back and forward. He groaned.

  Imogen stretched out her hand to the hot cock in front of her, running her fingers up and down the shaft, scraping a fingernail gently over the head, then running it around the ridge where the cap and shaft joined. “Fuck!” gasped Gage.

  “That’s what I have been saying for the past half hour,” said Imogen. “It’s time to fuck.”

  “Well, in that case, you won’t be needing this sleep shirt, will you?�
� asked Liam, hauling it up her body and off over her head.

  “Or these panties either. In fact, I suggest from now on you stop wearing lingerie altogether. It’s just wasting time when you put it on and we take it off.”

  “This is starting to sound like that role playing game. If I’m going without underwear you men had better go commando too.”

  “It’s a deal.” Liam ran his tongue down her spine.

  “I’ll go along with it too. But right now, I have a hot woman in my bed demanding to be fucked. So who’s on top today?”

  “I think Imogen should be in the middle. I don’t want her putting any weight on that arm no matter how many times she says it doesn’t hurt.”

  Gently Gage rolled her onto her front while Liam riffled around in the nightstand for the lube and condoms. “We need to buy more condoms. How about some ribbed ones next time? Or those fruit-flavored ones could be good.”

  “Chocolate. You can get chocolate-flavored ones. Buy those.”

  “What is it with women and chocolate? All right, already. We’ll get chocolate-flavored ones.”

  While they were talking Gage was lubing Imogen’s ass. His wicked fingers were twisting and turning inside her, rubbing the walls of her rectum, stretching the tissues, making her burn with the need to be possessed and filled.

  Liam sat cross-legged on the bed, his condomed cock sticking straight up out of his nest of red-brown curls. The hair around his cock was a brighter red than that on his head, and much curlier. Teasingly Imogen ran her fingers through it and cupped and caressed his balls before sliding into his lap and holding his cock at the entry to her channel. Then slowly she glided down over him, loving the feeling of being stretched to the limit and filled. Finally she was seated in his lap and his cock was buried inside her to the hilt. She settled her legs around him, her heels resting in the small of his back.

  Liam wrapped his arms around her and leaned back, pulling her with him so her ass rose off his lap. When her butt was high in the air, Gage leaned over her, grasped her hips, and pushed the head of his cock into the ring of tight sphincter muscles. They opened easily and welcomed him inside.

  Gradually he pushed in farther and farther. “Fuck, you’re tight. So hot, so tight, so wonderful.”

  Gage’s cock pushed deeper into her rectum and Liam groaned. “I can feel you now. You’re right there. This is how we belong, the three of us linked together. All one wrapped up totally in each other.”

  Now that he was fully seated inside, Gage rested back on his heels and held Liam’s shoulders. Liam and Imogen rose more upright into his arms, then as one smooth instrument they moved together. Two cocks sliding out, slowly, slowly, until only the heads remained inside Imogen. Then two cocks pushing in. Next, Gage pulled out as Liam stayed still, only moving as Gage started to thrust in again. Liam matched him in reverse, pulling out as Gage moved in, their cock heads almost touching through Imogen’s thin membrane.

  Imogen was held so tightly between the two men she could scarcely move, hardly even breathe. Sweat slicked their shoulders and chests with the tension of maintaining the excruciatingly slow pace of counterpoint—one coming out as the other moved in, then reversing it.

  Already Imogen could feel the first rippling of an orgasm building inside her. Her heart was bursting with love for these two men. What she felt for them was more than concern or care or excitement at their possession. She felt cherished. In return she promised herself she would cherish them always.

  With the force of a lightning bolt her climax tore through her. “I love you, Gage and Liam, I love you both,” she screamed as her cunt pulsed and spasmed.

  Joyfully the two men responded, “We love you too, Imogen. Always and forever.”

  ****

  The day after the incident at the lagoon swimming pool, Gage and Liam didn’t let Imogen out of their sight for a moment, Gage even going so far as to lean against the bathroom door when she used the facilities.

  “I’ve been taking myself to the bathroom since I was two years old,” she said, exasperation strong in her voice.

  “Yeah, I bet your mom had you potty trained real fast because your father wouldn’t let you stay more than ten seconds in a damp diaper,” joked Liam.

  “It pains me to see the skin on your arm all black and purple. I hate that you’ve been hurt,” said Gage seriously.

  “And green and red and, oh, look, here’s some yellow.” Liam was still poking fun at them both.

  Imogen laughed, turning her arm this way and that to see the multicolored hues of a most impressive bruise. “It looks way worse than it feels. I’ve sometimes wondered about getting a tattoo, but I think I’d get tired of it after a while and then I’d have to get something tattooed over it or get it removed. Right now I have all the colors an artist would use, but it’ll fade away by the time I’m bored with the design.”

  “Actually the design is constantly changing as well, so that’s a double bonus,” said Liam.

  “Can we be serious for five minutes? What are we going to do this afternoon? Imogen, what would you like to do?” asked Gage.

  “I know what I’d like to write on a brick now. Why don’t we go make our bricks?” she suggested.

  “Who, or what will you write on it?” asked Gage.

  “I’m not very artistic, so I was thinking of something very basic. Three entwined hearts saying, ‘Gage, Liam, and Imogen’.”

  “Hey, me too.”

  “And I. So it looks as if we’ll only need one brick, not three. But maybe we could put some symbol on it to remind us of the resort as well,” said Gage.

  “The labyrinth. Imogen was the one who introduced us to the labyrinth,” said Liam.

  “I can’t draw a labyrinth.”

  “There’s a symbol from ancient times for a labyrinth. It looks kind of like a lollipop drawn as a spiral with the stick attached to the center of the lollipop,” said Imogen slowly.

  “Can you draw it?” asked Liam.

  “I think so. Maybe I ought to practice some first though.”

  The cabin had a notepad by the phone, so they settled down and drew several designs for their brick, before deciding on the one they all liked best. Gage felt his heart beat faster as he watched Imogen’s and Liam’s heads bent over the drawing. This was his family. These were the two people who meant so much to him. His heart still pained him as he thought of the danger Imogen had faced, grabbing the teenager out of the water. Of course, she couldn’t have left the boy to drown, but why wasn’t he right there to protect her? Why was she the one with an enormous bruise on her delicate skin? For all she said it didn’t hurt, he’d noticed her wince when she moved carelessly. It was sore. It did hurt her. And the fact that she was in pain hurt him. It made him feel he’d failed her somehow. He hadn’t been there for her when he should have been. Yet she didn’t blame him and she wasn’t complaining. Except when he tried to keep her too close to him.

  Armed with their design, they walked to the memorial wall and found the same staff member there. He showed them how to mold and form their brick, and Gage just stood back and grinned as Imogen used a set square and ruler to ensure the edges were perfectly even in every dimension.

  Liam, who’d mastered the design best in their cabin, drew the labyrinth and the entwined hearts, then they all wrote their own name inside the hearts. Finally, they set the brick on the drying rack.

  “It takes about a month to dry. Then the bricks will be laid as a new row on the wall,” said the workman.

  Liam and Gage nodded. Imogen eyed the brick critically, before deciding it was neat enough to fit her high standards. She lifted her hands up. “Ugh. Now I need a shower,” she said.

  Liam laughed and Gage joined in. Yep, that was their woman!

  ****

  They ate an early supper in the restaurant, even Liam managing only to consume three courses, then Imogen announced she needed to walk some of the food off.

  “Why don’t we walk around the golf course?
The last golfers will be well ahead of us by now, and we could walk the first nine holes at least,” suggested Liam.

  “That’s right, Imogen hasn’t seen the course, yet. Remember the Flowering Dogwood trees? We could go that far,” said Gage.

  “Oh hell yes. What an excellent idea,” said Liam.

  Imogen had the feeling there was something special about the trees the men weren’t telling her. But then again, maybe they had. She’d not been listening very hard after the first half hour of them telling her about every hole on the golf course, and every time they’d had a ball fly straight up the green, or into a sand bunker, or water trap.

  The golf course was attractive though. Not only laid out intelligently to give golfers, both amateur and serious, a good game, but also to be pleasing to the eye of the beholder. The trees and shrubs were tall and provided shade, but many also had pretty colored leaves or were flowering shrubs. Different types of grasses had been sown so the drives between holes were slightly different colors and textures. And the little oasis of Flowering Dogwood trees was picture perfect.

  “Oh, wow. How lovely.”

  “When we stopped here to put more sunblock on Liam’s tender shoulders, we thought of you,” said Gage.

  “We did indeed. We wished you were here,” added Liam.

  “I’m glad you showed the trees to me. They’re truly beautiful,” said Imogen.

  “But don’t you want to know what we were thinking?” asked Gage, a deep, husky tone in his voice.

  “Of course.”

  “This.” Liam pushed her against a tree and pressed his lips to hers in a way that instantly had her blood pounding through her veins. When they finally broke apart she struggled to draw breath into her lungs. “You wanted to kiss me under a Dogwood tree?”

  “The kissing is just the start,” said Gage, turning her into his arms and kissing her, then Liam.

  “You plan to fuck here? In the open? In the middle of a golf course?”