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Vin’s steel-muscled chest rubbed against her breasts, pebbling her nipples further. An enticing, prickly sensation. A soft moan fell from her parted lips.
His thigh wedged between hers again and she slowly rode it under the guise of the provocative dance. His head bent to hers and he whispered, “Come for us.”
She gasped. “Vin.”
“Yes,” Rogen added in a low tone, his warm breath on her neck, teasing her skin. He had one hand at the dip of her waist; the other covered her hand on his hip. Vin’s hands were also on her, at her sides, just below her breasts. His thumbs swept over the outer swells where they were exposed beyond her skimpy top. She tingled from head to toe.
There were many other scantily clad bodies crowding them and that added to her exhilaration. The trio didn’t need an excuse to be fused together, yet the more people who joined in the stimulating beat of drums and strumming of acoustic guitars provided the perfect pretext.
She stared into Vin’s gorgeous green eyes, glowing with desire.
Rogen said, “You’re trembling.”
“That’s because you’re both about to get your wish.”
Given her mesh sarong and bikini bottom, there just wasn’t enough of a barrier between Vin’s strong thigh and her pussy to lessen the sensation of him rubbing against her, stroking her clit, pushing her higher. His and Rogen’s hands on her body, Rogen’s lips skimming her throat, and Vin’s eyes flaring with need pushed her right to the brink.
“Jesus,” she muttered. “I am way too turned on by both of you.”
“Is there really such a thing?” Vin countered with a roguish look.
It was just the expression to send her over the edge.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, and ducked her head as the climax claimed her, stealing her breath. She clamped down on her lower lip to keep the throaty moan at bay. Her fingers curled into Vin’s shirt. Her grip on Rogen’s hip tightened.
Tremors ran through her, but the men had a firm hold on her. Jewel wasn’t sure if she missed a few steps or not, because the delicious heat rushing straight to her core commanded her full attention. In fact, it was a damn good thing Rogen and Vin were guiding her, as pure pleasure consumed her.
“Damn,” Rogen said o
n a sharp breath. “That’s hot, sweetheart.”
She peered up at Vin and said, “You are so very wicked.”
His grin was a bit strained from his own arousal. “I’m not the one who just had an orgasm on the dance floor.”
“You instigated it.” She gave him a quick kiss. Against his lips, she added, “And it felt fabulously forbidden. Please tell me you want to taste me now.”
The impish expression returned. “Hell, yes.”
He exchanged a look with Rogen over her head. Then Rogen stepped away. He took her hand. She took Vin’s. They left the throng of tangled bodies. Vin fished a hundred-dollar bill from his front pocket and pressed it into their server’s palm.
“We’ll take the bottle,” Vin said as he snatched the tequila from the table. “Muchas gracias.”
“Adiós, mis amigos.” The waiter grinned over the generous tip.
Rogen led the way out. Jewel nearly floated on a cloud from alcohol and sexual euphoria. They made their way down the marina and to the condo.
By the time they reached the top floor of the building, she was still buzzing and ridiculously aware of both men. In need of their touches, their kisses, their cocks.
The vast living room was dimly lit. But the ocean beyond the glass balcony doors was dotted with tiny golden lights from tri-hull booze cruises, elegant dinner cruises, and commercial cruise liners.
Vin flipped on the Bose speaker and Enrique Inglesias’s “Rhythm Divine” was queued. He lit a few candles and Jewel gave him a soft smile. She’d expressed the importance of romance years ago; he’d scoffed at the sentiment. Yet here he was, setting the stage. “Rhythm Divine” segued into “Bailamos,” a sexy tune partially in Spanish. Enrique’s sensuous voice seeped into her soul, mixing with Vin’s intense gaze on her and Rogen stepping in close.
Vin poured one shot that they all shared. From behind her, Rogen pulled loose the strings at her back. His hands slipped under her top and massaged her breasts. His fingers and thumbs toyed with her nipples, hardening them.
Standing before her, Vin reached around to the nape of her neck. He untied the strings there and the bikini top dropped to the floor. His head dipped and he kissed her passionately.
Rogen’s hands shifted to her waist. While he undid the knot of the sarong, Vin palmed her breasts and aggressively kneaded them. Turning her molten, while continuing the searing lip-lock.
