Crossing the Line (5 page)

Most importantly, though, he trusted her.

Time she accepted her husband’s gift. She rolled off the bed and padded across the plush carpeting to the dresser for a look in the mirror. She turned side to side. The red swimsuit was sexy. Pretty too. It showed off her cleavage, which probably factored into Derrick’s approval. But it didn’t pack the punch of the other suit she’d bought. A little digging and she came up with the white one.

Made of crocheted fabric over skin-colored lining, this bikini gave the illusion of being see-through. Now
this
would have Derrick falling all over himself to touch her. That’s the reaction she wanted—from two men.

She tucked her room key, sunscreen and towel into a shoulder bag.
Go time.

Around the exclusive adults-only resort, elaborately carved signposts directed guests to their destination. The main building. Each of the half a dozen, interspersed, individually named cabins. And her current target—the pool. Beautifully manicured gardens lined the cobblestone path, scenting the July air. Birds chirped in the surrounding greenery, their songs the sole sound in her ears until she reached the black iron fence enclosing the pool area. Familiar male voices and laughter joined the mix. Until she pushed through the gate.

She’d hoped for a whistle, maybe a compliment from her always appreciative husband. The complete silence and gaping mouths on Derrick and Jeremy were ten times better. Nothing like a couple of drooling hunks to make a girl feel sexy.

“I can’t believe we have the pool to ourselves when it’s so gorgeous out here.” Thank god she’d worn flat sandals, there’s no way she’d have balanced on heels right now. “Lucky us.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Jeremy said. He rose from a lounge chair to relieve her of her bag. The act brought his fingers into contact with her shoulder. Fingers that made themselves at home on her skin as they trailed lazily down her arm.

Now
her
bottom lip fell. She could probably shoot sparks from her fingertips with the jolt of electricity his simple touch had caused. She’d expected him to join in later, not make the first move.

“You can thank Jer for the privacy. He threw some cash at the older couple who were here so they’d take off.” Derrick’s words slid into her ear from behind. And on the subject of behinds, his rather solid cock now pressed against hers.

With Derrick behind her, she had nowhere to look but straight ahead, at Jeremy. “You paid people to leave, really?” Wow, that was so…ballsy. Take charge. And totally hot. Thank god for the lining in her swimsuit, because pointing was rude and her nipples were definitely aiming at him. “Thank you.”

“Very polite, baby, but you can thank him better than that.” With a single step, Derrick moved her closer to Jeremy. Definitely within sandwich range.

“H-how should I thank him?”

“Any way he wants.”

She shivered at Derrick’s answer, or maybe at Jeremy’s sinful lips smiling down at her. “Here, n-now? Somebody might come along and catch us.”

“Odds of that are pretty good.” Jeremy caught her hands and pulled her away from the safety of Derrick’s body, past the lounge chairs, to the edge of the pool. “Since we’ll be swimming.” Without further warning, he dove in, his very fine body slicing the surface without spraying a single drop of water in her direction.

“How is it—warm?” she asked when he resurfaced.

He slid a hand over his dark hair. Smiled at her so devilishly, she really should have clued in that something was up.

“Let’s find out.” In a heartbeat, Derrick scooped her into his arms, took a couple of running steps, drew up his knees and cannonballed them both into the deep end.

Water rushed into her ears, creating that distinctive sound that comes from plummeting beneath the surface, no holds barred. The way Derrick did everything. The way he made her do things—taking a risk, always enjoying the ride. Like this weekend. Like this moment.

She opened her eyes underwater. Derrick was right there, little bubbles rising from his wide-mouthed grin. God, she loved him. She reached for him and he towed her in, hugged her tight to his chest, then kicked his legs and took them up. As soon as their heads broke the surface, his mouth covered hers. His tongue demanded entry, control. He could have it. She wanted him to have it.

She twined her arms at the back of his neck, did the same with her legs around his waist. Small waves lapped at her as he moved them to shallower water. She knew the second he had a solid footing, because he found her bikini bottom and slid a hand beneath the flimsy fabric.

“Nice ass.” He breathed the words against her lips between kisses. “I’m going to fuck it while you suck Jer’s cock. Nice and deep, both of us. My dick right here, buried inside you,” one finger pressed teasingly on target, “while Jer’s is down your throat.”

Oh god. She tried to hold back, but it was futile, the moan escaped. No point in trying to resist him. Them. Even the
idea
of them made her desperate. She surrendered to her need and ground against the hard-on in his swim trunks.

“You can’t wait, can you, baby?” He chuckled at the admission her shaking head represented. “Don’t worry, we’ll give you something to tide you over until after dinner, won’t we, Jer?”

“Oh yeah.” Jeremy’s big, hard body connected with her back. He skimmed his hands over her arms, her shoulders. He closed his fist around the drenched hair at her nape and tucked it to one side. Hot breath tickled her damp skin. Then lips. Jeremy’s lips—on her neck.

She closed her eyes. Gave in to it. The sensations. The reality of two incredible men touching and kissing her at the same time.

Jeremy’s hands glided around front, separating her from Derrick enough to slide down, into the front of her bikini. His low rumble filled her ear as his fingers added more exquisite, teasing pressure to her clit. “Forget hitting the restaurant later, I’ve got my appetizer right here.”

“You have no idea, Jer. Wait ’til you taste her.”

Her eyes snapped open. With his water-slicked blond hair, killer dimples and just-rough-enough goatee, Derrick was lethally sexy. Any woman’s fantasy, and he belonged to her, only her. She would never share him, yet he was doing this for her. She should stop this before it went any further.

“Maybe I should have a sample right now. What do you think, D?”

She shook her head, tried hugging Derrick tighter. All this earned her was another sexy chuckle from her husband. He probably mistook her clinginess as play, not panic. She held fast, kissed him until he broke it, a glint in his eye as he extricated himself from her slippery arms and legs.

“You definitely should,” he stepped back, “but I guarantee a sample won’t cut it.”

“Then I’ll keep going until I’ve had enough.” Jeremy’s arm clamped around her waist before she could respond. “Or until Hanna can’t take any more.”

“Good luck with that, Jer. She’s insatiable.”

Oh god, Derrick had just given Jeremy permission—no, encouragement—to give her oral. Here. Now. She’d expected a playful afternoon, not that they’d dive right in to the hot stuff.

“You look gorgeous in this bathing suit, Hanna. But I know you’re going to look even better out of it.”

“Thank you.” A ridiculous answer to Jeremy’s sexy compliments, but she couldn’t turn off the Miss Manners thing, ever. It was too deeply engrained.

“No, thank you. I haven’t stopped thinking about your video invitation all month—it gave me something to focus on, especially late at night.” Jeremy’s lips grazed the shell of her ear, his deep, smooth voice filling her head and sending a string of sparks zinging through her body.

She rolled her hips and he tightened his hold, pressing a very solid erection against her ass. Whatever she
should
have done might as well have sunk to the bottom of the deep end. She wanted this. Wanted Jeremy’s mouth between her legs, his cock sliding between her lips, down her throat. So much she was salivating.

He lifted her from the water and perched her on the edge of the pool. A short row of white lounge chairs formed a line behind her. With the tall, iron fence and landscaping, the pool area offered a fair amount of privacy. Good thing, since he’d positioned himself between her legs, and his thumb was brushing back and forth over her bikini-covered clit.

From a dozen feet away, Derrick watched. His eyes stayed locked with hers, intense, even from this distance. Did he want her to stop, move away from Jeremy? Why didn’t he call to her, rush over and stake sole claim? She stared. Pleaded with her eyes. He didn’t budge. Gave nothing away.

Jeremy’s lips found her neck again, licking and kissing as his fingers slipped inside her bikini bottoms. “So hot. I know I’m supposed to tease you, but I want to make you come. Right now.” He increased the pressure, and her hips rocked forward of their own volition.

She fought to keep her eyes open, to focus on her husband. But dear god, Jeremy’s hand… Her eyelids fluttered closed.
Make good choices
, her mantra, five days a week for ten months of the year, rang in her head.
Tell Jeremy to stop, end this.
She didn’t. A moan escaped her lips, loud against the thick silence of the moment.

The sound of Derrick diving beneath the surface was louder.

Her eyes snapped open, but he’d disappeared from her line of sight. “Derrick…”

“Hanna.” Jeremy’s free hand moved to her face. He cupped her chin, a subtle demand for eye contact. “He’s good. Stop worrying and trust us.”

“Listen to the man, he’s right.” Derrick stepped into her peripheral vision, totally sexy with his dripping, chin-length hair, his strong hands swiping beads of water from those toned, fully inked arms. He settled behind her, his chest pressed to her back, bracketing her legs with his thighs. His mustache and beard rasped her neck, a contrast from Jeremy’s clean-shaven skin. So different, these men. Derrick’s hands slid inside her bikini top. “You cold, baby?”

She shook her head, speechless. Impossible to form words while sandwiched between them, Derrick teasing her nipples and Jeremy’s hand working magic inside her bikini bottoms.

“Then you must be all kinds of hot, because these gems,” a tug on the skimpy fabric bared her breasts completely, “are hard enough to cut glass.” He scooped one breast into his palm. “And perfect for sucking. Don’t you think, Jer?”

No air, she had no air. Her pulse pounded in her temples. As if in slow motion, Jeremy’s dark head lowered to her breast. Warm lips covered her nipple. His swirling tongue gave way to scraping teeth.

Derrick’s work-roughened fingertips caressed her other breast. Soft touches that ended with firm tugging on her nipple. Her neck received a similar assault—light kisses mixed with the burn created by the unyielding clamp of his teeth.

“Make me come,” she whispered. “Please.”

“You heard the lady.” Derrick curled his hand around the edge of her bikini bottom and pulled it aside, giving Jeremy better access. “Time you had that taste.”

“With pleasure.” Jeremy worked his way down, kissing a trail that led straight to her clit.

Oh god. And there went her pulse, as high as the sun beating down on the three of them.

“I’ve got you, baby.” Her husband’s calloused hands warmed her breasts. His breath tickled her ear as his low, gravelly voice filled her head. “Lean on me and let go. Enjoy.”

“Derrick, I—” Words gone. Good intentions gone. She pushed her fingers through Jeremy’s hair and clutched him tighter. So close, right there, on the edge…

“Yeah, like that. Grind against his face.” Derrick’s hard pinches sent streaks of electricity from her nipples to her clit. “So fucking hot when you come—let me see it.”

“Yes, that…” The first wave rushed over her. Jeremy’s arms settled on her shaking legs, holding her in place as he drove her to the peak, then beyond, through another spiral of blinding sensation. She grabbed Derrick’s biceps, dug her nails in. Panted and moaned as her head fell back against his chest.

“Slide into the pool,” Derrick said near her ear. “I’m right behind you.”

Obeying him was automatic. Always. She nodded and eased off the concrete edge, into water that felt much cooler than the first time around.

Derrick’s body entered the water with a pronounced splash, and then he was behind her, as promised. “Good thing you’re easy.” Choked laughter sputtered from him as she landed an elbow to his solar plexus. He righted her bikini top and turned her toward the gate. “’Cause we have company.”

“Oh shit.” Her shocked curse earned a laugh from both men.

“I love it when the kindergarten teacher swears.” Derrick pulled her into his arms. “Very hot.”

“You think everything is hot.”

He squeezed her tight. “Everything about
you
, fucking right.”

A moony-eyed, twenty-something couple closed the gate. They wandered, arms wrapped around each other, to a pair of lounge chairs at the end of the pool.

“Did they see…anything?”

“Nothing. We heard them while they were still on the path.” Derrick rubbed his beard against her neck, a gesture of possession and affection that made her heart skip a beat every time he did it. “I promised we’d take care of you, baby.”

They’d certainly done that. On several levels, the memory of which had heat rushing to her cheeks—and between her legs.

“But unfortunately, I had to quit before I made good on my word.” A few feet in front of her, Jeremy treaded water, his face sporting one of his uber-charming smiles. “To sample you until you couldn’t take any more.”

Oh god.

“Guess I’ll have to try again later,” he said, winking as he dove beneath the water and swam away. He resurfaced across the pool, climbed out, wrapped a towel around his waist and left through the gate without a single look back.

“Is he—” No, anything about Jeremy was the wrong question. She turned in Derrick’s arms but kept her eyes downcast. Another man had just gotten her off in front of him. How could she look him in the eye after that? “Are we okay?”

He caught her chin and tipped it up. “Yeah, baby, we’re more than okay.” A wicked smile pulled his lips into a sexy curve. “But I need to fuck you.”