Page 36 of Wrecked With You

She makes a little moaning sound, and I close my eyes. And when I do, it’s Tony I imagine.

I open them to find him watching me, still standing on dry ground. I detach myself from Tracy Ann and hold out my hand to him.

“I don’t know,” he says. “Maybe I just want to watch.”

“What if I want you in here?”

“What if we both do?” Tracy Ann adds.

Tony’s eyes stay on me, and I silently mouth, Please.

He nods, his focus on me alone as he gets into the small, natural pool, sighing with pleasure as he sinks into the heated water.

The spot really is luxurious. I’m not sure what I think of Tracy Ann, but she definitely picked a good location to talk. I also know why she arranged to meet on this island. Clearly she comes here often. As a regular, it’s a safe bet that the staff looks out for her. She’s taking a risk, too, by reaching out to Tony. If she goes missing, the staff would undoubtedly notice—and try to find her and help.

Coming here to this familiar place is one extra level of protection for her.

Tony settles onto the stone ledge near me, and immediately Tracy Ann moves over and straddles him. She shoots me a grin. “Joining or watching?”

Since there is absolutely no fucking way I am watching her screw my partner, I slide over.

“You have a condom?” she asks.

And even though I know he has one of the island-issued condoms in his pocket, he says, “Sadly, no.”

“Oh, well,” she trills, reaching for his hand and slipping it under the water and between her legs. “We’ll have to make do,” she murmurs as I steam—and not because of the overly warm water.

He opens his mouth—presumably to say something—but she leans in and captures him in a kiss. Then she breaks it and urges me closer, cupping me around the neck and pulling me in close for a long, slow kiss.

I don’t back away. If this is the way to get to know our contact, then so be it. And the truth is, I don’t entirely hate the situation. For one thing, she’s a damn good kisser. But what is really turning me on is the way Tony has lifted my other hand and is now sucking on my finger. Hard. So that the sensation goes all the way to my core. A core that he is decidedly not touching—and a cold slash of jealousy cuts through me when I remember what he’s doing with his other hand.

I break the kiss, pulling away from Tracy Ann to meet Tony’s eyes. His hand emerges from the water, sliding up her body to tease her breast. I feel my eyes narrow, and I’m certain he can tell I’m jealous. Strangely, I don’t care. Then he smiles, and I feel his other hand on my thigh, and I swear I start to melt. Especially when he reaches around to cup my ass and urge me closer. I comply, and soon he’s using that hand to part my thighs, something I help with eagerly. And when I feel his thumb on my clit—when he slips two fingers inside of me—I close my eyes and whimper.

I open them again when I feel the light touch of fingers on my breast. I expect them to be Tony’s, but the fingers belong to Tracy Ann, who leans in and claims my mouth. I tense, thinking about Tony, but his fingers thrust more deeply into me, and since this obviously doesn’t bother him, I lose myself in the kiss and the incredible sensations that Tony’s fingers are sparking in me. And, yes, the thrill of knowing he’s enjoying watching.

I reach out my own hand and find his cock, stroking it under the water. We’re a tangle of limbs and sensations, and while I like the feelings that are spinning through me, what I like more is the fantasy that it’s just me and Tony alone under the darkening sky.

Tracy Ann’s fingers twine in my hair, pulling me closer as she deepens the kiss. Tony’s fingers are stroking me expertly, but it’s not until he puts his hand over mine and stops my motion that I open my eyes. Only you, he mouths, and it’s as if he’s spoken an incantation. Suddenly, waves are breaking over me. I pull away from Tracy Ann, arching back as I reach out for Tony. He takes my hand, then pulls me the short distance across the water and kisses me, long and hard as the last tremors wrack my body.

“Now that could make a girl get jealous,” Tracy Ann says.

“I confess I’m not sure of the etiquette. Do I owe you an apology?”

She shakes her head. “Oh, no. You got me primed for the rest of the night.” She shoots a sultry look in my direction. “You both did.”

Tony shoots me a wicked grin, then turns back to her. “Maybe now we should talk about The Serpent?”

Tracy Ann’s eyebrows raise, then she casts her eyes down. “Is that what you call him? My ex called him Roger. I never understood that.”

“No,” I say. “Not Tony’s assets. The Serpent. Isn’t that why you found us?”

Tracy Ann’s brow furrows as she slowly shakes her head. “I was looking for you because you were looking for me. Mindy said so.”

Tony and I meet each other’s eyes, and I honestly can’t tell if he wants to laugh or cry.

“I thought maybe we’d met before,” Tracy Ann continues, as she gets out of the spring and pulls her dress over her wet, naked body. It clings, mostly see-through in the fading light. “Or that you heard about me from a friend of a friend. So what’s the serpent? A new kind of sex toy?”

“Ah, not exactly,” Tony says.