Neil, Louisa - Pyxis Island Triangle (Siren Publishing Ménage And More) (16 page)

“I’d never presume to think in that kind of a direction.”

“Good, then tell me what you found tonight that kept you from supper.”

“Well, originally the island was called Manittuwond by the Native American Pequot Nation. Around 1640, the Dutch West India Company charted the area. They named the island Pruym Eyelant because of the beach plums that grew along the shores. About twenty years later, Samuel Willis III, he was the son of the Governor of Connecticut. He was from Wyandanch and Chieftain of the local Indian tribe. He bought the island for a coat, a barrel of biscuits, and one hundred fishhooks.” He paused to take several bites of his meal.

Lila was enjoying his enthusiasm for her island’s history and prompted him to continue. “The one hundred fish hooks always amused me. They were Native Indians and had fished for generations to survive. I’ve never been able to find a likeness of the hooks they traded. I always wondered what was so different between the Dutch and Native hooks.” She noted Ben was making notes on the pad beside his computer. She wondered if he’d research it for her. “What else?”

“By 1775, it had become known as Plum Island. There was a General Wooster who sent soldiers to the island to explore it. They were immediately fired on by the British. Guess they were surprised, thinking it was an uninhabited island.”

Lila reached forward and brushed a lock of his hair from his forehead. “Did you read that it’s considered the first amphibious assault by an American army? Seems they only returned one shot at the British and they retreated, but it still made history.”

“I did come across that. And the fact that in l789 George Washington ordered the construction of the first lighthouse here to mark the turbulent tidal waters and shoals.” Ben took a few more bits of his food before continuing.

“The first lighthouse used whale oil as its light source. They updated it with a six-order Fresnel lens in the mid-eighteen hundreds. Then about fifty years later, they changed it to a four-order Fresnel lens.

“It became automated in the late 1970s through the Coast Guard,” Ben added. “And in the late 1990s, they took the lens to the Greenport Museum.”

“Think of all the history that’s happened here.” Lila didn’t hold back her sigh of amazement.

“I know more facts,” he said enthusiastically, taking another bite of his supper. “The United States government purchased the island about the time of the Spanish-American War, around the turn of the century, 1900. They paid ninety thousand dollars back then to the family who currently owned it. It went through several family ownerships in those early years.”

Lila leaned forward and added some wine to each of their glasses. “Back then that was a huge amount of money.”

“It became known as Fort Terry as a Coast Artillery post. During World War II, it was activated as an anti-submarine base and deactivated after the war. Later, it was reactivated and assigned to the Army Chemical Corps.”

Lila lifted her glass to him. “You’ve learned a lot. I’m impressed.”

“The history excites me, hence losing track of time.” He finished his meal and put his fork down. “Thank you for supper. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.” Ben sipped at his wine and relaxed. “Your island was established in l954 as the Plum Island Animal Disease Center by the US Department of Agriculture. They conducted research on animal pathogens to protect ranchers and farmers, basically the national food supply. They restricted access to the facility due to the nature of its research.” He hesitated before adding, “Of course, that’s what the official documents say. Not many people would ever really know what kind of experiments were really done here.” He cocked his head as if to ask if she agreed.

“Are you becoming a conspiracy theory addict?” she asked.

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No
, but you have to admit there is a lot of information about what went on here missing. I suppose it’s considered top secret stuff, and I wouldn’t really want to know if I ever wanted to sleep again.”

“Smart man that you are,” she teased. “I wondered for years what really went on here and finally had to accept I’ll truly never know. I did make sure to have the island swept for man-made and natural problems before I closed the deal. I know we’re safe here.”

“I never doubted that. You’re way too smart a woman to buy an island where biological experiments were conducted without having it thoroughly checked.” He reached his wine glass forward, and she lightly touched hers to his.

“You won’t find any documents here about their experiments. You will find the history of the earlier families who owned it and how it was originally designed and executed. I do have building plans and blueprints.”

“I saw them but resisted temptation looking at them until I learned the actual history. I read that Homeland Security took over ownership of the island in the early twenty-first century. Five years later they decided to build new facilities in Kansas, and the decision was made to close this facility.”

“Very good, Ben, succinct and factual. I bought the island as soon as I could after I heard about them closing it.”

“You make it sound like you made a call and made the deal, I’m sure there was a lot more to the process.”

“Of course, but I got my heart’s desire. I now own Plum Island, which I’ve renamed Pyxis Island.”

“That means mariner’s compass, right?” He smiled and laughed. “You taught me that when you took me back to the mainland by boat that first night.”

Lila wondered if he’d mention the blow job on the boat that night. “Absolutely, mainly because I want to bring back the lighthouse. Then it will once again be a beacon for boaters to navigate by.” Lila sat back and stared at her protégé, proud of her choice. “Wait until you get to the good stuff,” she joked.

“I’d never presume to violate your trust or your confidences in me, no matter what I found down here. Beyond my contract and confidentiality agreements, I’d never betray you or Wyatt in any way.” He stood and paced a few steps before turning back to her. “You must realize how much I’ve come to admire both of you. You’ve given me a job I love, on an amazing island to live on. This is the closest I’ve come to feeling at home since I went off to college.”

“I’m glad you think of this as home. I appreciate the compliment. Is there anything else you’d like to have here that would make it more comfortable?”

“I’m truly satisfied with my life here, Lila. Beyond any dreams I ever considered.”

“And Wyatt and me, we haven’t pushed you in any sexual directions that you’re uncomfortable with?”

“Hell, lady, I’ve been uncomfortable since I first laid eyes on you.” He laughed at himself and reached to refill both their glasses. “But it’s the best uncomfortable I’ve ever felt. Being free to just be me without censure is a gift. Having you both return my feelings is beyond my wildest dream. I have the perfect sex life, a man and woman who hold no restraint when it comes to pleasure. That’s your greatest gift.”

“I learned a long time ago how to separate business and pleasure. Don’t think for a second if you do something businesswise that displeases me, I won’t call you on it.”

“That’s just what makes you, you. I’d be disappointed if you changed.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips lightly, pulling back to glance at her for permission. She nodded, and he moved in for a second kiss, then a third. “Can I interest you in anything?”

“Lots of things,” she whispered. “Where would you like to start?”

Ben dropped to his knees before her. He reached for her knees and gently pushed her legs apart, leaning in closer. His fingers slid her skirt up along her thighs, baring her uncovered crotch to him. “Oh Ben, I like your train of thought.” Lila let her legs fall farther to the sides, exposing herself to him. “Lick me, Ben, and then you can fuck me.”

“Whatever the lady wants,” he mumbled as the tip of his tongue reached her clit. From then on, they communicated in groans. Lila relaxed back and accepted his attentions. She knew his technique would bring her the orgasm she wanted.

“Am I wet enough for you to use your fingers?” she asked, her hand running along the back of his neck, her fingers sifting through his hair.

“We’re about to find out.” He shifted between her legs, and she immediately felt the tip of his finger at her pussy. Lila shifted forward, taking the digit inside her.

She loved how he used his hands on her. With his lips to her clit and his finger in her pussy, Lila started to feel the stirring deep inside she so relished. Some men had an instinct about pleasuring a woman. Ben and Wyatt both had a natural want to satisfy her. It was what attracted her to them in the first place, like a sixth sense she’d developed with time. It was the same sense that made her want to pleasure them.

“Can you take another finger?” Ben asked.

“I can take whatever you offer. Try me.”

He grinned at her and went back to her pussy. His second finger stretched her further as he continued to lick her. “Your lips are so full,” he mumbled against her skin.

“Just keep licking and they’ll get fuller,” she told him while she reached to pull her sweater over her head. When her hair had settled around her shoulders, she palmed both her breasts, bringing first one then the other to her lips. Ben looked up and watched her for a few seconds before leaning upward to capture her nipple between his teeth. He worked his fingers inside her as he sucked her breast. “Ben, add another finger,” she told him and hitched her hips forward on the seat, accepting it in her body. “That’s better,” she said with a moan and felt him intensify his hold on her nipple.

“Are you hard, Ben?”

“What do you think,” he said, moving back to look at her. “I’m drooling in my pants,” he told her and leaned forward to kiss her. He continued to finger her with one hand and palm her breast with the other. Thrusting his tongue in her mouth, he used the same rhythm, pushing her over the edge of reason to the orgasm she’d hoped for. Closing her eyes, she relished the pinpoint lights that chased on the insides of her eyelids. He continued to kiss her through the peak and only left her mouth to lap up her juices. “Hum, you always taste so good.”

“What would get you off tonight?”

He sat back on his heels and watched her for only a second. “I want to do it again,” he said, smiling as he went back to her crotch. Lila noted this time he was much more forceful with his mouth and fingers, and she loved him for it. When he pulled his hand from her pussy, she sighed with disappointment until he reached to her mouth. Lila sucked them between her lips and lapped at her own juices. When he drew them away, she waited for him to replace them in her pussy. He didn’t. Instead, he grasped her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of her seat, his tongue lapping at her anus. “May I?” he asked.

“Of course.” Lila grasped the arms of the chair and held tight while he licked her from pussy to anus, spreading her release along the length of her. She waited for his next move and accepted his index finger filling her anus, sliding in and out of her several times until he began to mix his finger and tongue against her. “Ben,” she mumbled, adjusting her position to take him deeper.

“Are you asking for another finger?”

“God yes.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere, everywhere, just fuck me until I come.”

He didn’t hesitate, slipping a second finger beside his first, filling her fuller. When he nipped at her clit, she pinched her breast. When he took long licks of her pussy, she sucked her nipple. Lila was appreciative when he used his other hand to fill her pussy, his fingers stretching her further. “That’s it, Ben. That will make me come.” For the second time, he pushed her body and mind into the abyss of orgasm. He didn’t stay inside her for long. He gently took his hands from her and stood, quickly unzipping his pants. He palmed his erection only a few times before spraying his cum on her breasts. Ben dropped back to his knees and began to lick her clean. Lila sucked one nipple while he sucked the other. Finally, he dropped back into the other chair, looking tousled and exhausted.

“Thank you,” he said, reaching for the wine bottle and pouring a bit into each of their glasses.

“You’re welcome,” Lila said, accepting the glass he offered. “What can I do for you?”