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Kelsey laid a hand on Johan’s forearm and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, then she glanced down toward the dock, finding Wyatt’s gaze and sending him a smile that hit him right in the sternum. “Gonna help me down, Mr. Austin?”
He pushed off the railing and stepped forward, offering his hand. “I’m here to serve you, love.”
“Liar.”
He helped her down to the pier, and Johan went to work getting their bag unloaded. Wyatt curled her against his side and pressed a kiss to her temple. “We need to find our ride. This private charter was well worth it, but I think we only have a little over an hour to get to tonight’s cocktail party now.”r: Roni Loren
Wyatt stroked the back of his hand down her spine, sending tingling sparks outward and all the way to her toes, and then he pushed her skirt upward, exposing her fully. His palms skated over her curves, warming, worshiping, lulling her into an even deeper state of focus. The man knew exactly how to wake up her senses, how to make her aware of every part of herself. No hiding. No separating her mind from the things stirring her body.
Stay here with me, love. Your responses are mine. She could almost hear the whisper of that command in his deliberate movements.
Then, right as she thought she’d memorized his rhythm, his next move, a sharp smack landed on her ass cheek, the force of it making air whoosh past her lips. Wyatt pressed his palm to the stinging spot, soothing again. “So very pretty, love. You should see how your pussy has already gone dark and pink for me.”
He spanked her opposite cheek just as hard, the sound echoing in the air around them. She whimpered softly, the fierceness of his blows sending a flood of moisture between her thighs, the burning sting only making her squirm for more of his touch. Fiery need engulfed her.
He gusted a gentle breath over her soaked sex. “And your scent, I could just bury myself in it, eat this sexy cunt until they heard your screams all the way back on the main island.”
“Fuuuuck.”
Kelsey thought at first that she had been the one to breathe that word; it had been what she was thinking. But the low, male voice was not her own. She turned her head to the side to find Johan sitting a few feet away, his gaze burning, his lips parted, and the front of his shorts tenting with a rather impressive erection.
“You like him watching you, Kelsey?” Wyatt asked before slowly drawing the tip of his tongue over her slit. “Like knowing that he wishes it was him about to fuck you instead of me?”
She squeezed her eyes shut, the dirty words and touch of his tongue vibrating through her and lighting up all those needy deviant parts of herself. “Yes, sir.”
“If you want to please her, Johan, take off that shirt of yours and give her something to look at. My pretty girl thinks you look like an Abercrombie model,” Wyatt said with playful sarcasm.
There was a scrambling sound of quick movement.
Wyatt’s fingers dipped inside her, curling and stroking, and she moaned, her eyes fluttering open. In her peripheral vision, she saw Johan yanking his T-shirt off like it was on fire, and he exposed the tan, fit physique of a guy who spent his days swimming against the waves. Lovely and lean. Not in the honed, broad-shouldered way Wyatt was, but easy on the eyes nonetheless. Johan gave her a small, abashed smile when he noticed her looking.
But the sight of Johan didn’t affect her nearly as much as what his presence represented. The fact that Wyatt was behind her, indulging her with a good-looking college guy to play with, imposing no shreds of jealousy or insecure male posturing, was about the hottest thing she could imagine. That supreme confidence of not thinking but knowing that no one could compete with him for her attention made her ache all the more. She was all his, and he knew it.
But Kelsey couldn’t focus on their one-man audience for long because Wyatt’s mouth was on her again, his thumbs spreading her open and giving him full access to every sensitive spot. Her head lolled forward, her eyes closing again, as tight, winding sensation worked through her. He took the slow and sensual approach, like he didn’t care if they sat here in the middle of the water until the sky went black. Long and languid strokes that made her legs quiver; soft, sucking kisses to her clit; and light teasing brushes over her back opening all coalesced and transformed her into a mewling, panting mess. The cuff chain rattled against the metal railing as she fought to hold herself still, and the blue horizon swam in her vision.
This man didn’t simply use his mouth as a step to get to the main course, he feasted and savored her like this was the five-star meal. “Wyatt, please, I’m going to come.”
A hand swatted her thigh, swift and biting, making her choke on her moan. Wyatt shifted behind her. “You won’t. Not until I tell you.”
She lifted her head, trying to catch her breath and push back the climbing urge before it moved past the point of her own control. Her sight snagged on Johan. The laces were now undone on the front of his board shorts and his hand was tucked inside. His eyelids had gone half-mast, but his focus was still locked on the two of them. She glanced back over her shoulder at Wyatt, who was sitting back on his knees, his fingers stroking her again. “He doesn’t get to come until I do either.”
A soft, strangled gasp escaped Johan.
Wyatt smiled, dark appreciation in his eyes. “He’s not yours to command, love.”
“I’ll do it,” Johan cut in, the words rushed and eager. “I’ll wait for her.”
Wyatt’s gaze seared her, his own desire like a physical blow to her body. “Lucky, lucky me. Now I have two of you at my mercy.” The back of his hand brushed her slick folds. “There’s lube in my bag, kid, if you need it. I like to take my time with her.”
Johan cursed softly.
“Open for me, Kelsey.”
She spread her knees wide and tilted her hips upward, all of her tender parts now pulsing with the blood pumping fire through her. Her fingers curled around the railing.
“Tell me what you want, love,” Wyatt said, the sound of his zipper like thunder compared to the quiet sounds of water lapping, her own breath, and the slick slide of Johan’s pumping fist. Wyatt rolled on a condom and positioned himself behind her, tracing the tip of his cock along her folds in an agonizing tease. She rocked her hips backward, trying to take him in, to force things, but he wasn’t going to let her control that. He pinched the back of her thigh with evil intensity. “Tell me or you won’t get any of it.”
She cried out at the pinch, the sharp pain shooting upward and somehow making her nipples ache for the same. “I want you, sir. Your hands, your cock. I want you to fuck me until I scream and Johan comes all over himself.”
