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Rita stepped into me, running her finger down my chest. “Have you ever had a threesome, Aslan?”
I jerked as her fingers traced my waistband and boldly followed the zipper down the front of my crotch.
Snatching her wrist, I pulled her hand away. “No, and I don’t plan on—”
“Oh, come on.” Molly pressed against my side, kissing my ear and running her tongue down my neck.
I convulsed.
It was the only word I could use.
A full-body convulsion thanks to the slippery, intoxicating sensation of her tongue on my skin.
Fuck.
“Ooo, are you that sensitive?” She licked me again. “That’s good to know.”
My eyes snapped closed despite my control.
I’d never felt anything like it.
Never had anyone this close or this forward.
A hand rubbed against my rapidly hardening cock, making me choke on a groan.
The rubbing stopped as suddenly as it’d happened.
Molly whispered, low and husky, “Rita...I can’t believe a guy who looks like this. A guy who has spent the entire evening watching out for us as if it’s his sworn duty to protect us, jumps like a virgin.”
My eyes shot wide. “What? That’s not—”
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us. You’re trembling from a single touch.” Rita sucked on her bottom lip, her red hair flaming in the night, and cupped me through my shorts. “You’ve never fucked a girl, have you?”
I slapped her hand away; embarrassment made my voice icy. “That’s not any of your damn business.”
“But, see, we’re making it our business,” Molly murmured. “We don’t care if you have or you haven’t. We’ve spent all night watching you, and when it came time to decide who would approach you, we couldn’t agree who would be the lucky one.”
Rita smiled with hooded eyes. “We want to fuck you, Aslan. No strings. No worries. Both of us. Together.”
“I’m good.” My voice was strangled. “Thanks for the offer, but—”
“You’ve refused to drink, you’ve refused to play strip poker, and you’ve refused to flirt with us.” Molly kissed my cheek. “You’ve had a shit night so far, and we want to make it better. We won’t take no for an answer—”
“Come to the beach, and we’ll show you why having two girls is better than one.” Rita pressed her breasts against me, rising on her tiptoes to plant a kiss against my lips.
Two things happened.
Three things, actually.
One, I very nearly grabbed her and kissed her back. All the years of living in the Taylors’ garden, of working and worrying and watching Neri grow up had left me ready to explode.
Two, I tried to shove her away. To get control of the rampant throbbing in my shorts and the crazed palpitations in my chest.
And three.
Fuck, three.
A gasp cut right through all my roaring, thundering urges.
A simple, soft little gasp that I would recognise anywhere.
My eyes flew wide, my hands landed on Rita’s shoulders and pushed her away, just in time to see Nerida drop her bag, her eyes welling with tears.
A single second for her face to fall.
Another second for her to bolt so fucking fast.
And the last thing I saw was the cute polka-dot night shorts and button-up shirt that her mother had bought for her birthday vanishing into the rainforest.
Chapter Twenty-One
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Aslan
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(Moon in Thai: Dwng c?nthr?)
“NERI!”
I went to charge after her, but sharp fingernails wrapped around my wrist, keeping me pinned. “Let her go, Aslan. She’s just being silly.”
“Let me the fuck go,” I snarled, yanking my hand.
Rita didn’t obey, pouting unattractively. “I have no idea why she’s acting like a two-year-old. I saw her smiling when Joel kissed her before.”
“What?”
“You know...when she snuck off to get some fresh water? He went too. She knows Joel wants to fuck her. That’s why we figured we’d take you to the beach. That way she can use your tent.”
My heart stopped.
I couldn’t speak.
Rage flowed out of me, making my entire body quake.
Molly cleared her throat. “Eh, what Rita means to say is Neri and Joel have been flirting for weeks. She agreed to come with us because she knew—”
“That Joel wants to fuck his little sister’s best friend?” I snarled.
Rita giggled. “Well, when you say it like that—”
“He’s not going to lay a single finger on Neri.”
Molly narrowed her eyes. “Why? You jealous or something?”
I saw red.
Literal blood-red dripped over my vision.
Snatching my wrist out of Rita’s talons, I bared my teeth. “I’m responsible for her well-being. To keep her safe from everything—including horny fucking bastards who think they can get lucky with a damn child.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake.” Rita threw up her hands. “She’s not a kid. She’s fifteen. I lost my V-card when I was her age. I gave my first blowie at fourteen—”
“Nerida is not you,” I hissed.
“Oh, please. All girls at that age are like me. We want. We hunger. We ache.” She pressed her hand over my out-of-control heart. “You can’t stop her from growing up and—”
