Montego Bay (Moresome International, Book One) (Multiple Partner Romance) by Demi Alex (17 page)

I was surprised how accepting Jake was, and how tenderly he kissed my mouth before rising from the bed. Luca leaned down and cupped my face. “See you soon, sweetheart,” he added, his tongue sweeping over my lips and stroking sweetly through them.

My heart was beating fast as Luca and Jake strolled out the bedroom, promising a nice breakfast to ‘properly’ welcome the day.

I turned to face Mark, who had rolled on his back and was drawing long, strong strokes over his arousal. Dark, sexy blue eyes stared at me, his gaze caressing my body and stoking a fire deep inside. The erotic image of Mark working his erection was so beautiful, so perfect. Moisture pooled between my legs and my clit pulsed with desire.

“I need you,” he said, his voice hoarse and his control slipping.

Palming his heavy sack, I joined his hand and stroked up his length, maintaining our visual connection as I circled his moist head. Mark groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, panting breaths of control as the muscles in his neck chorded from the strain.

“Take over. You have control, Lora.”

My pulse raced and every nerve ending tingled. Other than that first time we’d all been together, he never before relinquished power and placed himself in my control.

Straddling his hips, I rose above him, and positioned him at my entrance. He palmed the base of his cock and rubbed up my folds.

“No,” I said, lifting away from him, fighting to keep from relinquishing the power he’d given me. “Hands behind your head.”

He complied, brushing his fingers over the sides of my breasts on his way. With a wicked grin, he pillowed his head on his hands and wet his lips.

I bent and licked his dark nipple, twirling my tongue around the flat sphere and flicking it over the hard peak. He groaned, rolling his hips, but finding no contact. I moved my attention to the other side of his chest, and did the same there, but added a soft grazing with my teeth.

The guttural groan that rolled through him vibrated against my core, and I lowered to grind against his groin. I arched my back and cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples in rhythm with my hips. Wetting his erection with my cream, I slid up and down his length, trembling with each stroke and caress.

“I love how you look when you fight to hold off your climax,” I informed him, amazed at how empowering it was to voice the simple fact. My nipples ached and my pussy pulsed with need. I leaned over and offered him my breast. “Taste.”

He closed his lips around the tender peak and sucked it into his heat, the ecstasy of his touch spearing from my nipple to my core. I watched him suckle hard, working his tongue and nipping at the tip. The image so rousing, I slipped my hand between my thighs and rubbed tiny circles over my clit. I kept watching, turning a tiny bit to give him the other nipple, and by the time he took that one, my pussy wept to have him fill me.

I slowly palmed his base, spreading my fingers over his sack and feeling the tightness grow heavy in my touch. I positioned his bold head at my entrance, and in a sudden move, impaled myself on him, stilling to adjust as he stretched my channel with sweet pain.

“Fuck, Lora,” he gasped, swelling inside me. “I thought you were going slow and sweet, then you do something like that. You’re killing me.”

I lifted, sliding him out to the last inch, then I quickly slammed back down, taking him completely, and loving the way his eyes glazed with desire. I could see how he fought to keep from coming, and his struggle was the most powerful aphrodisiac.

I
was doing that to
him
.

He’d placed himself in my control and I was caring for his desire, meeting his needs, and falling more in love with him in every second.

Feeling him swell and thrust deeper, I seated myself on him and ground hard, circling my hips and taking us higher. My impending orgasm built, and when the pressure for release was impossible to hold, I threw my head back and shattered into pieces around him.

He cried his release, spilling himself deep in me and grasping my hips to hold me together. I collapsed against him, feeling the pounding of his heart beneath his muscular chest, and letting him take my weight.

Still connected, he flipped me on my back, and continued to slowly plunge through my ultra-sensitive center. Cupping my face, he claimed my mouth, stroking his tongue over mine, and milking every last bit of his release.

“Good morning, baby.”

* * * *

As the water sluiced down my body and rinsed away the suds, the realization of the morning’s events hit me full force and my legs buckled beneath me. Mark wrapped an arm around my waist to steady me, and held me against him, studying my face.

“You’ve never done that,” I breathed.

“I’ll always catch you,” he replied, lifting me out and placing my feet on the plush carpet. Swaddling me in a towel, he used a second to collect the excess water from my hair.

“I know you’ll always catch me,” I said, running my fingers over the strong lines of his face. “I was referring to relinquishing control to me.”

“You’ve always had control.” He lifted me to sit on the marble vanity and braced an arm on either side. “I need you. I need you more than anything I’ve ever needed. And more importantly, I trust you.”

“I love you, Mark.”

“I love you more, baby,” he said, kissing me tenderly and nipping my lower lip. He patted the side of my thigh. “Let’s get you dressed, and we’ll join Jake and Luca. We have a surprise for you.”

Mark wouldn’t speak anymore of the surprise. He picked out a flowing sundress and slipped it over my body. Kneeling at my feet, he held a pair of lace panties for me to step into, then guided them up my legs and over my hips. He brushed my hair, combed his fingers through it to finalize the look, and lastly fit a pair of sandals on my feet.

“Beautiful,” he said to the couple in the mirror.

“Rather over dressed for our last breakfast on the island.” I hadn’t worn panties or had anything other than a bikini bottom cover me since the first time they’d chosen my clothes.

“You need one more thing,” he said, taking my hand and closing his fingers around it. He led me to the living area of the suite.

Jake and Luca were dressed in suits, ties complete and cuffs beneath the jacket sleeves.

“Have a seat, Bella.” Jake pulled out a chair and waited for me to take my place at the head of the table. Mark disappeared into the second bedroom.

The table was elegantly set with fine china, crystal champagne flutes, and tall taper candles. The fragrant blooms in the center of the table were small and dainty white flowers, flanking three red roses and a single white one in the center.

“It’s very pretty,” I said, accepting the napkin Jake placed across my lap. Luca served coffee and we waited for Mark to return, silently watching the melt in the candles’ glow. “You’re really not going to tell me what the surprise is?”

“No, sweetheart.” Luca returned his coffee cup to the saucer and covered my hand. “If it makes you feel any better, we’re more anxious than you.”

“How could that be? You know what it is.”

“Precisely,” Mark said, entering the room, also in a suit and tie, and grinning. “Knowing and having to wait is worse.”

Jake stood, plucked a red rose from the arrangement, and moved to the center of the room. Luca picked a rose and strolled to stand beside Jake. Mark reached for the last red rose and placed a guiding hand at the small of my back. “Join us, Lora.”

Standing opposite the men, I watched them drop to their knees. Luca, Mark, and Jake.

“Sweetheart, you know how much we love you, and that we want to make a home with you.” Luca took my left hand and lowered his lips to it, brushing soft kisses over the knuckles. “You make me so happy. You are, and always will be, the center of my universe. I love you so much. You have my heart and soul.”

Jake reached for my right hand, and turned it to place a kiss in the center of my palm, before clasping it in both of his. “Bella, you brighten every room with your presence. Your kind spirit and joyful smiles make me so happy. You drive me to be a better person. I’m addicted to you, and I can’t do without you. I love you, Bella. You have my heart and soul.”

Tears filled my eyes, and happiness swelled in my chest. I pulled on their hands to make them stand, but neither budged. They each placed my hands in Mark’s and then moved their hands to Mark’s shoulders.

“Lorabella Simmons, you are my alpha and my omega. I love you more than I could ever express. You, baby, have my heart and soul.”

I squeezed his hands and dropped to my knees. I looked from one handsome face to the other, and gathered the strength to speak. “I never thought I could love so much, or that I could feel so loved. You absolutely have my heart and soul.”

Jake reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a small square box. He opened the lid and presented a gorgeous ring, with three princess cut diamonds rounding the top.

“Sweetheart, will marry us?” Lucas asked, feathering my cheek with his fingers.

“All of you?”

“All of us,” they replied together.

“Yes, yes, and yes!”

Mark exhaled loudly and crushed my mouth with his kiss. Jake slipped the ring on my finger and followed suit. Luca was last, but not least. Ending the kiss, he rose and pulled me to my feet. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” I asked, bewildered with his request.

“Mr. Charles is an unconventional minister. He’s agreed to marry and unite us as one,” Jake explained. “He’s waiting on the dining patio.”

“But is it legal?”

“Legal just means a signature on a piece of paper,” Mark said, the by-the-book attorney surprising me more than I ever imagined. “This will be a resort wedding, but a true marriage in our hearts. When we return to New York, one of us, it doesn’t matter which one, will make it legal.”

Speechless, I didn’t know how to respond. I stepped back and gingerly lowered to the edge of the couch. I dropped my head into my hands and massaged my temples. “Is this the same Mark that I know speaking?”

“We’ve known each other for years,” Jake said. “Luca and Mark are my best friends.”

“We accept that you are the woman for each of us. We love you, and we love each other. I trust Mark and Jake with my life,” Luca said.

“And we all trust you,” Mark added. “There is nothing that will keep us from being a family. The rest is just details. We’ll figure them out.”

“We can share,” Jake said. “Can you find enough room in your heart to love us all?”

“I have for a long time. My love for you is so great, that it hurt until I admitted it aloud.”

“Are we going or what?” Luca asked.

“Going,” we all replied.

* * * *

“Move along, gentlemen,” a familiar voice said, catching my hand and pulling me away from my future husbands as we stepped onto the patio. “We get to prep the bride and walk her down the aisle.”

Jake shook first G’s hand, then Al’s, Mark and Luca followed. With a quick kiss on the tip of my nose, Mark released my hands to my friends. “We’ll be waiting.”

“Surprise!” G said, planting loud kisses on my cheeks. “You’re such a gorgeous bride.”

“How?” I looked from G to Al. They had left days ago. They’d returned to Manhattan.

“Mark called us last night. He told us they’d bought the ring and were planning to propose,” Al said. “We weren’t about to miss your wedding, and we seriously didn’t think you’d say no, baby girl.”

“You’d be crazy to say no to any one of those hunks, let alone all of them.” G brushed some gloss on my lips. “We took the first flight out of JFK this morning.”

“Thank you,” I said, feeling tears fill my eyes.

“No crying,” G said. “We don’t need puffy eyes for the pictures.”

“I know I love them and I want to marry them, but I don’t know which one to introduce as my husband when we get home,” I whispered, tasting the strawberry gloss on my lips. “I mean, I know in my heart they’ll all be my husbands and I’ll be their wife, but not everyone will know that or be able to understand.” I licked my lips again, finding the sweetness of the gloss comforting. “The two of you will know, and this may sound absurd, but my mother will be thrilled, so she’ll know. I guess I’ll let them decide.”

A weight lifted off my chest as I said the words. They’d decide. I liked that.

Al smiled, and gave me a hug. “Let’s touch up your hair in the dressing room.”

“They’re waiting,” I pointed out.

“Let them,” G said, taking my hand and leading me down a short hallway. He opened the door and stepped aside.

“Mom!”

“Sweetie, you look beautiful,” my mother exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me. “My little girl has blossomed into the most precious woman. I’m so happy for you.”

“How did you know?”

“The boys called. They asked for my blessing.” She held my face and kissed my cheeks. “Of course I said yes.” She glanced at Al and G. “I told my little girl they were good and respectful boys.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Al agreed. “However, I think they may be growing impatient for their bride. They don’t know you came with us, so they don’t know what we’ve done with Lora.”

“Oh, let them stew a bit,” my mother waved a dainty hand in the air and giggled. “She’s worth it.”

“That she is,” G said.

“Did you tell the rest of the family?” I asked, thinking of my sister and her baby-daddy.

“Not exactly,” Mom said, shrugging a bit guiltily.

“Mom, what does that mean?”

“Well, after we spoke the other day, I kind of let it slip that your boss had whisked you off for a romantic holiday. I didn’t think I owed them details about which boss. When Al and G offered to accompany me for the wedding, I didn’t give them any more information. It’s none of their business which boss you marry or if you marry all of them.”

Al and G laughed, but I just shook my head. “I guess that says it all.”

Mom cleared her throat. “Sweetie, I’ve brought you something old.” She draped my grandmother’s pearls around my neck and placed a gentle hand over them at the base of my throat. “They’re yours now. Wear them with love and happiness, always.”

“Thank you, Mom.” I wrapped my arms around her neck and hugged her tight. I had the best mother in the world. “I’ll treasure them forever.”