Linda Gayle (12 page)

She waggled an eyebrow. “Trust me, don’t worry about it.”

Moana startled them both by leaping from the bedroom door and bursting into one of his island dances, chanting and stomping, ending with a big shout. His eyes were wide, and his morning wood was just as perky as Rahiti’s. “I’m alive!” he cried.

“Moana, it is too early,” Rahiti groused then dragged his hands over his face, and Lyric laughed.

It was going to be an interesting day.

* * * *

Moana’s enthusiasm from the morning didn’t dim as the three of them walked the beach toward the more populated area on the other side of the island. He walked on Lyric’s left, Rahiti her right, and the sense of being whole, being part of a family again, filled him with happiness. When he twined his fingers around Lyric’s, she smiled shyly at him, and then she took Rahiti’s hand, too. His friend glanced at him over Lyric’s head, and his eyes smiled.

She’d decided that if he and Rahiti wore their towels, they might pass for tourists by the pool, and then she could purchase clothing for them. If anything happened, she’d said, this way at least they could blend in with other people. It was a wise decision, he supposed, although the idea that anything would separate them cast a shadow over his heart.

“When we were warriors,” Rahiti was saying as they walked, “not many people lived on this island since it is so small, but we would hold sacred ceremonies here.”

“And competitions,” Moana chimed in.

“Yes, at which you cheated.”

“You only say that because I always won.”

“Not always. I was best at, uh…” He couldn’t think of the right word, but he twisted his fists in the air, and Moana remembered.

“Fighting by hand,” he said to Lyric.

“Like wrestling? Like you were doing in the jungle yesterday?” she answered.

“Yes”—Moana nodded—“like wrestling. Rahiti was always so much bigger and fatter than everyone else, of course he won.”

“Fatter!” He reached around Lyric to take a swipe at him. “To a twig, every branch seems like a log.”

Moana ducked, laughing. “That doesn’t even make sense. You are talking like a dolphin again!”

He danced out of the way when Rahiti lunged for him, then his friend caught him, and they tussled, stretching for a hold, legs sliding. Either Rahiti hadn’t lost any of his old skills, or Moana got distracted by the feel of Rahiti’s muscles flexing beneath his hands, but in a few seconds, Moana found himself flat on his ass in the sand, the breath knocked out of him.

“Now boys,” Lyric said, looking adorably stern with her hands on her curvy hips. “If you keep that up, we’ll never get to the resort, which means you’ll be wearing these towels for the rest of the week.”

“My prize,” Rahiti declared and pulled Lyric up to his side then kissed her. She slid her arms around his neck, and the breeze blew her beautiful, long hair around her shoulders as Rahiti claimed his reward.

Panting from the exertion, Moana rubbed the back of a gritty hand over his chin and watched. Rahiti kissed her like he’d never let her go, and the shadow fell over his heart again. Moana’s spirit whispered to him to be wary. Moana liked to tease and play, but Rahiti had always tended to be deadly serious about many things, from foot races, to fighting, to women. In this situation, though, surely he knew what was at stake. After all they’d been through, Rahiti would not claim Lyric for his own and shut Moana out. He wouldn’t do that. Their friendship was strong, and Rahiti knew the demands of the curse. Moana ignored the troubled whispering in his soul. Rahiti wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize this gift the gods had handed them.

* * * *

Seeing the world through the guys’ eyes made it all shiny and new again, and Lyric found herself pointing out even the most ordinary things she thought might amaze them—mopeds, blenders, televisions. They got a few odd looks from other people as they went around the touristy resort area touching stuff and murmuring to each other in their language, but Lyric only had eyes for them. She’d parked them by the hotel’s huge, outdoor swimming pool then walked into the lobby gift shop hoping she looked like she belonged there. Fortunately, the gift shop kept a decent selection of shorts and T-shirts on hand for guests who’d forgotten to pack them or who wanted souvenirs, and she was able to buy two sets of clothing for each of her guys. They ducked into the pool’s changing area and came out looking like a couple of hunks fresh off the set of
Hawaii Five-O
.

On a whim, she picked up a two pairs of aviator sunglasses, too, and now, drinking in the sight of her hot men in tank tops and surfer shorts, trying out their new sunglasses, she knew she’d done the right thing. His eyes hidden behind dark lenses, Rahiti turned a stunning smile on her, and she instantly got wet.

Moana stuck out his chest and crossed his arms over it. “How do I look?”

“Like a tourist,” she said. The tag still dangled off the arm of his shades, so she took the sunglasses and removed the tag. She slid them back on top of his head of shiny, black hair and assessed him.
Yum
. “A smokin’ hot tourist.”

“Smokin’ hot?” he asked.

“Sexy,” she murmured, coming closer so only he could hear, flaring her eyes wide. “Like someone I’d want to go down on in the middle of the jungle.”

He grinned and caught her around the waist to pull her close. She melted at the feel of all that eager man pressed against her front. “Mmm,” she sighed, leaning into him as she smoothed invisible wrinkles out of his shirt just to feel the contours of his muscles underneath. “Definitely looking good.”

Rahiti nudged in from the side. “I will not be able to run fast in these shoes.” He scowled down at his new mandals, but she wondered if he was really frowning about the extra attention she’d given Moana. There was definitely a palpable tension between the guys. When she kissed Rahiti, Moana lost his usual smile, and when she flirted with Moana, Rahiti’s hands curled into fists.

As the guys moved off to find a new curiosity, she lingered behind. She wasn’t sure which way to go, didn’t want to ruin this for herself or, most of all, for them. Maybe she should chill and let them make the moves for a while, even though she felt like some kind of sex fever boiled in her blood every time they sent her a smoky, heavy-lidded gaze—which was frequently. If she’d asked the gods to custom-build two men for her, they couldn’t have done any better. Beyond their physical appeal, she liked who they were as people. Calm, stolid Rahiti was a reservoir of knowledge about the islands. She could spend days talking to him about history and the mysteries of the ocean. Moana’s quick wit kept a smile on her lips, and she never knew what he was going to do next. She’d never be bored with these two, that was for sure, but she didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize their friendship either.

Of course, it could also be sexual heat between them, driving them as crazy as it was driving her. As much as they seemed to love touching her, they weren’t shy about touching each other either. They’d been bumping shoulders and rubbing up against each other all day. Her pussy grew warm and slick thinking about the three of them trying out that big bed, and an achy need pooled low in her belly. Maybe what they all needed was to burn off some of this heat. She licked her lips, thinking about the walk back and the private little bungalow that waited.

 
A pretty Polynesian woman strolled by, tipped her head, and smiled at Rahiti and Moana, who’d moved away to goggle at a moped, and Lyric realized some of the attention they drew wasn’t because they seemed like newbies to the modern world but because other women couldn’t help but notice them, too. Hmm, no way had she pulled them out of the sea just to toss them to some rival girl. Stepping between them and linking her arms in each others, she narrowed her eyes at the woman and said, “Rahiti, maybe you can tell me a little more about your aunt. You know, the one with the husbands she wouldn’t share?”

Rahiti glanced up at the other woman then down into Lyric’s eyes. What she saw there made her heart skip a beat. “There is no one for us but you.” He bent his head to kiss her while Moana smoothed circles into her lower back, sandwiching her between them. Rahiti’s lips were soft, and his tongue was gentle, sliding into her mouth, and their twin heat embraced her. They squeezed a little closer. Rahiti’s hard cock pressed into her belly, and behind her, Moana’s stiff dick burned into her butt cheek. Oh, God. Lyric’s knees went weak, and her pulse thrummed wildly through her veins. She clutched on to Rahiti’s shirt with her fist. “I think we better get back home. Now.”

Chapter Nine

They practically fell through the bedroom door when they returned well after sunset, peeling off clothing as they went. Rahiti’s cock was already hard, trapped in these…shorts…Lyric had acquired for them. Lyric hit something on the wall as they staggered in, kissing and groping, and a soft light shone down from the ceiling, illuminating the room and the big, inviting bed. He stumbled and hopped then kicked off his shorts, then grabbed at the shirt. He couldn’t wait to strip it off, to strip her, to strip Moana, who was just as eager as he.

He caught Lyric’s mouth, his tongue slipping past her lips. He pressed her backward onto the bed. Moana followed them down, aligning himself against her side, stroking her from hip to knee, working at the catch on her shorts, then sliding them down her long legs. Seeing his friend’s dark hands on Lyric’s pale skin nearly knocked a groan from Rahiti. Why they’d had to go get supplies when they could have been enjoying one another’s bodies all day had baffled him, but he’d done what Lyric wanted.

Now they would do what they all wanted, craved, hungered for.

Lyric gave in to the pressure of Moana’s hand on her knee and let her thighs fall open. Her beautiful, pink pussy glistened with her cream, her lips swollen, her slit begging for his cock.

Rahiti twined his tongue with Lyric’s, his heart pounding, his staff flooding full. She tasted of the sweet drink from the can, and her passion burst like bubbles on his tongue. Kneeling by her legs, he cupped her head in his hands and deepened the kiss, near desperate for her flavor, her desire.

He felt the soft material of her shirt ride up under his elbow and knew Moana was pushing her shirt up to get to her breasts. When Lyric heaved and sighed and sucked at his tongue, he realized Moana must be playing with her nipples. He glanced down to see his friend’s lips tight around one dusky bud, drawing on it, elongating it, then lapping at it. Rahiti ducked down to tease the same nipple, tasting Moana on Lyric’s tender skin.

While he adjusted Lyric into a better position on the bed, Moana shoved aside the bags they’d tossed on the covers. Seeming to mistake Moana’s movements for him leaving, Lyric reached out to him, but for once, for now, the jealousy was just a small flutter in Rahiti’s gut. He could not blame her for wanting Moana. Lowering his head to Lyric’s other breast, cradling it and suckling her, he eyed Moana as his friend palmed his own lengthening cock. Moana was strong and handsome, funny and kind. He’d kept Lyric smiling all day. Had Rahiti bored her with his talk of the island’s history? He often wished he had Moana’s charm and experience.

His mind had kept wandering to that tidbit of news Moana had shared the night before. Thinking of Moana with a
mahu
made his cock jerk and his balls ache. He needed fingers, a tongue, a hot wet mouth on them. No wonder he’d been so adept at sucking Rahiti’s staff and playing with his body. What other secrets did Moana keep? What other desires did he harbor? He’d seen the way he’d looked at Lyric all day. Did he mean to confuse Rahiti with his desires so he could get closer to Lyric himself?

Already, Lyric’s trusting, green eyes filled with urgent desire, and she reached down to grasp his cock and stroke it. It felt so good, so perfect. No matter what Moana offered, Rahiti knew he could not live without the touch of a woman. Of
this
woman. She was magic and mystery and life itself in his arms. When he kissed her again and slid his fingers over her enchantingly smooth pussy into her wet entrance, he felt joined with the gods. Life beat in his fingertips, in his chest, in his cock, drumming a rhythm that her soft breaths and moans echoed back to him.

Stroking his ruddy shaft, Moana watched Rahiti’s fingers sliding up and down Lyric’s slit and licked his lips. “Is she wet for us, Rahiti?”

“Yes. Taste.” He held his fingers to his friend, and Moana grasped his wrist and sucked his fingers into his mouth. The sensation of Moana’s strong tongue wrapping around his fingers and the suction of his lips made Rahiti’s cock begin to drip. Every suck tugged at his balls. The feeling was so powerful, for a moment a stab of fear pierced his chest. Would surrendering to his lust for his friend make him weak? When Moana had ordered him to his knees in the forest, Rahiti had bent as if he’d been broken, and Lyric…there was nothing she could command that he would not do.

His warrior’s spirit rose to the fore. He tore his hand free from Moana’s grip and returned it to Lyric’s petal-soft lips, probing her entrance with just one finger, then sliding her moisture over the pearl of her clit. She dug her heels into the bed and twisted her hips.

“More, oh God, please…” she cried.

Moana bent to her breast, and Rahiti dove to take her other nipple into his mouth. Mirroring each other, they nipped and sucked her nipples until they were plump and deep pink, her breasts swelling, her fingers grasping at their hair. Her cream dripped between Rahiti’s fingers as he teased her, and he lifted his head to lick it off, denying Moana, who gazed at him heatedly.