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ChapterTwenty-Nine
Tristan
“This is so amazing.”Thea rushes through the main room of the house where we’ll be staying for the next week. “Maybe Seattle was a bad choice. I should be living in the Caribbean.”
As she jumps onto the bed, she directs her sweet eyes to Matt. “Can we do that? Move here forever?”
“You said this was a private island,” I protest, changing the subject, because this beautiful minx can snap her fingers and he’ll do whatever she says—and I’ll follow.
“It’s private. There’s one more house owned by my parents on this fifty-acre property,” Matt says, giving me a glare.
I growl, and as I’m about to yell at him, Thea grins, sliding her hand down into his pants, unfastening them, and tugging his dick free. Commando. I lick my lips. My dick throbs as Thea flicks her tongue over his shaft. “Maybe today I can be the one calling the shots.”
The woman calls the shots all the time. But I don’t tell her that she has us eating from the palm of her hand, wrapped around her pinky, and that both of us are willing to do whatever she desires.
“We’re all yours, Butterfly—for now,” he grunts as Thea kisses the tip of his cock. “The rest of the vacation we’re going to torture you, baby.”
He doesn’t have to tell her twice. She takes his cock in both hands and begins to stroke him slowly. As I watch her, I’m having a hard time breathing.
I want to touch him too.
Lick him.
My cock pulses against my shorts, begging for her touch, for his mouth, for release. Thea’s hands increase their speed. Matt grunts, squeezing his eyes, grabbing onto the sheets.
“Fuck, Butterfly, I’m about to come. Stop,” he pleads.
My head is about to burst along with my cock as I watch her assault, her mouth sucking his balls. I reach inside my shorts and grab my hardening dick. Jerking it the same way she does with Matt.
Thea strokes him faster, putting her mouth on the tip of his head. “I want you to come,” she whispers.
Her voice vibrates through my body, my veins pumping blood mixed with desire. Matt groans as spurts of cum spray from his hard shaft, weakening my legs and taking all my restraint not to come in my pants.
“That was hot,” Thea says, pointing at me, a grin forming on her face. “I want to watch you doing the same to him, Matt. Maybe I’ll touch myself like he did.”
“We’re creating a kinky monster,” Matt says to me with a devious glint in his eye. He pulls her closer to him, kissing her mouth as his fingers touch her sex. “A sweet, kinky butterfly.”
Thea
Our dream vacation on a private island ends too soon.
The terrifying trip came later when we landed in Santa Barbara. Neither one has asked more about my past. But I’ve decided that it’s time to tell them who I am. There’s no way they’ll care, and I know it’s only the fear itself that holds me back.
It’s been years. No one cares about me anymore.
As I said to my therapist, it’s all in my head. My father no longer controls me.
The drive from the airport is about an hour, and when the large wooden doors open, I whistle. We’re in front of a gorgeous Italian villa, sprawled along the shoreline of Malibu. Natural stone walls, tiled roof, and a beautiful bed of flowers line the perimeter of the property.
The circular driveway is flanked by palms. As we enter the inside of the house, archways, exposed stone, and terracotta surround me. The luxurious furniture needs a homey touch.
“This is stunning.” I’ve never been in love with a house, but this one is part of some European fairy tale, where I want to live my happily ever after.
Matt’s arm snakes around my waist, holding me tighter. Tristan stayed behind, giving instructions to the driver and meeting with the man who opened the door.
“Mark said the luggage arrived yesterday,” Tristan says, entering the pristine white living room. “He placed them in the guest rooms, but we can put them all in the master bedroom later.”
“Is Mark your pool boy, Coop?” Matt teases him and my poor Coop glares at him. He’s like an adorable fire-breathing dragon.
