by Jools Louise
Inhibitions 3
Inhibitions Lost: Invaded
Jess wants a quiet life. A tropical island, seven studly hunks, and loads of rum! What could go wrong? For a start, the gang of poachers return, only they are far more evil than the crew first thought. Involved in everything from child trafficking to poaching, when the gang arrives there are nasty consequences. Held hostage as she tries to rescue an earlier victim of the gang, Jess finds herself being rescued by her crew, then realises that the gang are holding a far more disturbing cargo.
Triumphantly, the crew rid themselves of the brutal gang. But Max’s past comes back to haunt him, and he is left with a devastating reminder from his teenage years. The crew and Jess seek to help him overcome the fear in their usual sensual fashion.
The outside world has invaded and Jess needs all her sexy crew to keep her sane…plus, of course, the rum!
Note: This book is written in one point of view.
Note: This book is written in first-person point of view.
Note: This book contains double anal penetration.
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 32,600 words
INHIBITIONS LOST: INVADED
Inhibitions 3
Jools Louise
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For Graham and Josie, two young souls putting me to shame! Age is no barrier to being fun and feisty! This one is for you. xx
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Epilogue
About the Author
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Inhibitions 3
JOOLS LOUISE
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Prologue
I lay dozing in the sun, sprawled on a floating inflatable dragon which was incredibly comfortable as I soaked up soporific rays of tropical sunshine. The soothing coolness of the pool as my legs dangled indolently kept me from overheating. It was my day off and I was enjoying some me time in my private villa’s pool. I couldn’t believe how my life had changed in such a short time.
Eighteen months ago, I had left my life in not-so-sunny Manchester, England. Working as a retail manager for a supermarket, I had found love—and a whole load of sexy time—in the form of the hunky Jackson…as well as his eight equally studly lovers. Making the decision to quit my job in England for the exotic, sun-kissed shores of a small island in the South Pacific had been a no-brainer.
I had fantasised for years about meeting my perfect fella, then found eight! Lucky streak or what! I was now firmly addicted to cum, and loved the fact that my men were not so perfect after all. Flawed by imperfect and sometimes tragic pasts, they’ve become my family and I love them equally. Some may think I’m a slut…who cares? I get to share my bed with a bunch of guys who make every nerve ending sizzle. I don’t think there should be a limit to loving someone…I have a lot to go around, and I feel very lucky that I am loved with equal passion and tenderness.
A few months ago, one of my guys, Raphael, found that he preferred to be in a monogamous relationship with the very sexy Riley. Riley was small, wiry, and had been a Navy SEAL until being taken hostage. Tortured, raped, and beaten for several months, he had come to El Santuario to heal.
El Santuario, our tropical refuge, an island near Fiji in the South Pacific funded by donations to The Foundation, a charity set up to help wounded warriors heal. Not all injuries were physical. The most debilitating came from the memories of trauma and violence. And each one of my studs had suffered at one point or another. Now Riley had joined our ranks and I considered him the brother I never had. Strong, courageous, and generous with his love, he fit right into the camaraderie of the crew. I loved watching him and Raphael together, and their tender glances made my heart clench at the affection so proudly displayed.
As well as Jackson, I shared my love and life with Max, Dean, Louis, Marcus, Michael, and Caleb. They had a deep love for each other as well as me, and I spent some nights acting as voyeur when they had “boys’ nights.” There was something wickedly sensuous, watching men completely lost in sex play with each other. All those fat cocks engorged and dripping. Those tight asses and lush mouths sucking in thick slabs of meat as they all moaned in ecstasy, muscles rippling as sweat-slicked frames slapped together in a symphony of carnal delight.
My favourite part was when they all came together, cum spattering in every hole and over heaving torsos, thighs streaked with cream, asses oozing cum. That�
��s when I joined them, tonguing them clean as I lapped up every delicious drop of spunk. Then, amped up again, we all began fucking until, exhausted, I fell asleep with two holes plugged with dicks and cum and my men all sprawled around me. Did I mention that I really love cum?
My idyllic life of sea, sun and lots of sex was changing. The world was encroaching. Already we had repelled attacks from a bunch of brutal poachers who came hunting for critically endangered Hawksbill turtles. The Triad gang behind the attacks would not forget our successful evasion of their raid. Five of their men had been murdered by their own, but the Triads would see this as our fault for interfering in the first place. The poaching gangs kidnapped young kids for their evil purposes, using and abusing the children before discarding them like unwanted toys.
El Santuario now was home to three such children. Datu, Bayani, and Benji had been taken from their families in the Philippines. Despite the fact that their parents had been given money for their children, all the boys had told us how it was a case of accepting the money or dying. Returning the boys right now was not an option, since the poachers knew they were here. They were safer here, since we now had two Special Forces crews stationed on the island courtesy of the Australian Navy.
We had a doctor, baker, chef, nurse and a group of ex-soldiers to add to the expanding population. A farm had been set up and livestock brought in to make us more self-sufficient. We had everything we needed to form a thriving community and did not like the fact that this burgeoning community was being threatened already.
We could just leave El Santuario and let the professionals deal with the gang. I was stubborn, though. This was my home and my family. Family to me wasn’t just about blood relatives but all those people who made up foundations of your life. My crew were definitely family. I considered Riley my family, plus the former patients who had chosen to stay here. They were like brothers, people I could trust to keep this place safe.
Let the gang come back. We’d be ready for them. They may be bad-asses but they hadn’t met me before my morning coffee fix yet!
The guys all said I resembled a Hell Cat with a thorn in her paw if I wasn’t woken in just the right way. Left to my own devices, I would wake slowly and gracelessly before lumbering to the café. Having seven studs to wake up to each morning usually meant having a tongue bath, followed by a slow, sensual fuck before breakfast. Nothing too athletic. A communal shower to cleanse off all the cum followed, and then I was allowed to head off to the café for coffee and freshly baked croissants. Having a baker on site was a definite advantage, and with all the sexual exercise, I didn’t have to worry too much about the pounds piling on. Apparently “pleasantly plump” was a turn-on for my guys, and they spent a lot of time cuddling my soft form. According to Caleb “…stick insects just aren’t that sexy. Women are meant to have tits, hips and more than a handful of ass. Where’s the fun in fucking a twig?” With compliments like that, is it any wonder I love my life?
I just need to figure out how to stop the new additions from encroaching too much. El Santuario was meant to be a refuge, not a war zone.
Marcus had told me “…why do you think we have soldiers? Because there’s always someone out there wanting more than his fair share. There’s always someone out there thinking they have the right to take, take, and take. El Santuario is worth fighting for. I have no problem fighting off the entire world if I have to…”
It looks like we’re here to stay. Whoever decides to invade…they’d better watch out!
Just as my eyes finally closed on this last thought and my brain began to shut down, I vaguely heard a splash. My ear-splitting shriek as a pair of wet, cold, and very male hands grabbed my ankle, dragging me off my inflatable dragon echoed around the pool area.
Several male chuckles reached my water-logged ears as I surfaced with a sputter. My nemesis of practical jokes, Max, grinned like a loon at me as I swept hair and water out of my eyes and glared. His blond hair and blue eyes sparkled, teeth glinting as he laughed at my predicament.
“Oh, it’s on, mister!” I yelled. I shrieked like a banshee before splashing a wall of water right into his face and leaping on him and dunking his grinning face.
Men!
Chapter One:
Battening Down the Hatches
Three Weeks Ago
Monday mornings always used to fill me with dread. Paperwork, staffing schedules and payroll took up most of the day and had me holed up in the office for hours. That was in my former life. Mornings now, even Mondays, were quite literally a pleasure.
For a start, I shared my bed with seven gorgeous hunks of manhood, sometimes all at once, sometimes in smaller numbers and sometimes it was just me and one other. This morning, a Monday, I was cuddling with Jackson, enjoying the opportunity to have some one-on-one time with the leader of our crew and the first I had fallen in love with.
“So, what do you think of it so far?” Jackson asked, nuzzling against my cheek. One leg was flung across both of mine as I lay semicomatose in bed, half underneath him. I was still mostly asleep, my eyelids slightly fused together with sleep goo, and I mumbled incoherently in reply.
He chuckled, his fingers pinching one of my nipples, and I grumbled some more at his teasing.
“You know, we’ve known each other for nearly twelve years and it’s only at these special times that I realise what a complete grump you still are in the mornings. It must be a female kind of thing.”
One of my hands reached around, cuffing him on the back of his head as I pried one blue-gray eye open finally and gave him my patented “Why the fuck are you talking so early in the morning?” kind of look.
“Sexist comments this early are subject to acts of retaliation.” I growled, reaching up and nipping his earlobe. His yelp made me smile in satisfaction. The fingers which grabbed one of my nipples and twisted had me squealing loudly.
“Oh, yeah? Game on, Jacksy!” I gave a hard shove, pushing him onto his back, and began to tickle him mercilessly. His hands returned the favour and we were soon breathlessly engaged in a wrestling-slash-tickling match which had us laughing helplessly.
His superior strength and the simple matter of him shoving me to my back and then shoving his heavy cock deep inside me declared him the winner. The wrestling and requisite fondling had made me horny, allowing his easy entry as he impaled himself to the hilt. I was giggling hard at first, then with a couple of long strokes he had me gasping in pleasure. His big, muscly body had me pinned beneath him, fingers stroking along my flanks and thighs. His mouth captured my laughing one in a scorching kiss which had my toes curling and all thoughts of retaliation dissipating instantly.
“Game over, luscious.” Jackson breathed the words into my mouth, then began suckling on my tongue. I moaned, sinking into the kiss as he rocked his hips against mine, amping up the passion. His entire body rubbed against mine, his hard chest pebbling my nipples to aching hardness. His hairy thighs sandwiched between mine sent shivers of awareness through me as his hips surged back and forth. My legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging into his taut ass, pulling him harder against me. Nails raked along his back and shoulders, and he reared up, his mouth wrenching from my swollen, wet lips.
Staring down at me, his brown eyes were black with lust, his shaggy brown hair sweat-soaked and messy. He grabbed my hips in both hands, holding me in place as he rose to his haunches and then began to ramp up the speed of his thrusts. The fat cock wedged deep inside me was like a battering ram, pummelling my insides in a relentless onslaught which had me bucking against him, tits jiggling and body soaked with sweat as I writhed under him.
“Oh, God, yes, Jackson.” I arched my back, clutching at the hands holding me firmly. Slamming my hips back at him, I heard the wet slap of his sweaty body meeting mine, the smell of sex reaching my nostrils and adding to the eroticism. Hard and fast he fucked me, his eyes locked with mine until, with a scream, I came hard, my eyes closing against the crashing waves of ecstasy pounding my nerve endings.
I felt my core muscles clench, milking Jackson’s rock-hard dick, and he came with a guttural groan of pleasure. The lash of hot cum splattered my insides, his body losing its smooth rhythm as he jerked through his orgasm.
I sank back into the pillows, breathing hard as I felt Jackson’s cock begin to soften. His body lowered, collapsing on me in exhausted bliss. His forearms kept some of his weight off me, but the feel of his heavy frame against me was the best feeling in the world.
My arms wrapped around him, fingers gliding along the smooth curves of his shoulders and upper arms. Following the trail of sweat, I stroked his back and ended up gripping his taut buttocks, squeezing lightly and grinding my groin against his. I could feel the trickle of his cream and mine along my inner thighs and sighed as I reached up to kiss him tenderly.
“I love you, Jackson.” I kissed him again, licking a moist trail along his lips.
“You’re just saying that cos you got your morning dose of cum.” He nipped my lower lip with his teeth and I laughed at his teasing.
“That, too!” I quipped, sucking on his tongue. My brain began to function again, and thoughts intruded on our interlude. My expression turned serious, worried. I stared at him, sinking into those liquid brown eyes, seeing the love there. Despite our teasing, things were changing on the island. No doubt about it, events over the last twelve months had started something I didn’t think we were going to survive unscathed. I hugged him tightly, feeling his arms wrap around me.
