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His grip around my hand tightens. “You’re doing everything right.”
“Then why do you want me to stop?”
“There’s no way I’m going to let you get me off first.”
“Does it matter?” I ask. I really don’t know, but it seems like it shouldn’t.
“It does to me.” He moves my hand to his chest.
Did he mean to put it on his heart? Am I making something out of nothing? Good lord, am I swooning?
I have to get on top of this before I scare them off. I try to pull my hand away, but he traps my palm on the contour of his pec. I opt for words instead. “Let’s not get carried away with this island fling. You’re just making sure I have a good first time… or three.No need to get all righteous about this ominous thing called sex that everybody thinks is some sign of importance. We all get our happy endings and go our separate ways.”
Commando cuts me off. “We’re just protecting our little sister. But you’re right. It needs to be a one-off, an island fling, a good time to be had by all. Then, we’ll never speak of this again.”
I could kiss him for stopping my verbal diarrhea. But kissing… that would feel too intimate… right up in his face. No. Save that for kissing the bride and— Shit! I’m doing it again—making this into something. How can I be a naughty girl and dial this back at the same time?
“Right, let’s fuck and flee.” Not amazing, but it satisfies the non-committal checkbox.
Stonewall shifts uncomfortably. Taz angles his head. “Are you in or out, man?”
Stonewall rubs a hand over his face, paces away a few steps, then returns. “You’re twenty, right?”
“Yes.”
“We’re more than ten years older than her,” he grumbles.
As if that matters.
“And you have experience,” I argue, “which is exactly what I want.”
Taz shifts a leg between mine and presses upward. My breath hitches as he grinds into my sex. Addressing his brother, he continues, “I’m about to pop this naughty tease’s cherry, so if you don’t want to be guilty by association, get the fuck out.”
Stonewall’s head falls backward for a second before he says, “I can’t touch her, but I can’t leave either.”
Trying to draw him in—because for some reason I want all three of them—I attempt to lighten the mood. “Don’t be such a grump. If you’re going to watch, what’s a little touch?” I reach over and brush my fingers over his rock-hard abs. I love my bold, naughty persona.
He flinches and steps back. “There’s a huge difference.”
I fail to see the distinction, but it seems to matter to him, so I shrug and offer, “You can always change your mind.”
“So we’re all in on this?” Taz asks. He’s anxious to get started, the only one who has been all-in from the get-go.
“We go through with this, then never speak of it again.” Commando’s caught up on it being a secret.
Since he’s reiterating his main point, I repeat my new favorite saying. “What happens on the island, stays on the island.”
Taz laughs, but the other two don’t. Commando says, “No strings attached. We’re protecting you from a bad first experience. Making sure you understand sex should be a good thing. Your happiness should always come first.”
There’s something about the way he says it that makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. Combined with my sex grinding on Taz’s leg, the orgasm that’s building rises to dangerous heights. I reach out to Commando, grab his arm, and pull him closer. He reads my cue, leans in, and kisses me while Taz’s hands seem to cover every part of my bikini-clad body. He yanks the little triangles of fabric to the side and massages my breast.
But the kiss is undoing me. Commando’s lips and tongue mesh with mine. So perfect. So hungry. So intimate. I wasn’t going to kiss them. Now I don’t want to stop.
Taz firmly presses me into the wall. Both men are distinctly taller than me. Every move of Taz’s leg, every one of his touches, and Commando’s kiss leaves me helpless. The only question in my mind is how Stonewall can stand there and just watch.
The sounds of my cries exaggerate the moment, throwing me over the edge of surrender as I give into everything the men are offering. My body writhes against the two of them. I’m no longer able to hold a kiss or any coherency as I fall apart.
Every time I think I can catch my breath, the orgasm digs deeper. It’s stronger than I’ve ever given myself, and at some point, morphs into bliss, where I exist in perfection.
