Schroeder, Melissa - Getting Lei'd [Hawaiian Holidays 3] (Siren Publishing PolyAmour) (5 page)

“But I think you are up for fun and games.” He leaned in, his body effectively caging her in. But she didn’t feel threatened. She felt...alive.

“Damon.”

He nuzzled her neck, his breath feathering over her sensitive skin, sending a rush of heat dancing over her nerve endings.

“In fact, we’re both hoping that you’re into a whole lot more fun and games.”

She shivered as he pressed closer. His chest pressed against her breasts, and she knew he could feel her hardened nipples. She closed her eyes, indulged in the fantasy, in the idea that she could have both of them.

Liquid heat tugged at her belly, then slunk between her legs. Her panties dampened. Her body pulsed with need.

“W–what are you doing?”

He pulled away as she felt Alex move close to her side. Damon’s eyes were dark, his sexual need easy to see there in his gaze.

“Trying to entice you into bed.” He nuzzled her neck again. “What do you say, Mari? Wanna have some fun?”

* * * *

Every nerve in Damon’s body sizzled and burned. Mari was such a wonderful bundle of enticing curves. He’d wanted her forever. He was thirteen when he realized he loved her—not in the best-friend kind of way, but in the way a man could love a woman.
 

She didn’t react. Well, except the way her breath quickened each time he let his lips move over her neck. Lord, she tasted better than he had expected. Sweet and entirely too tempting. For over twenty years, he had been her friend. For at least the last twelve he had lusted after her. And from her reaction, she had no idea.

“Damon.” Her voice shimmered with arousal and confusion. Her breath had quickened. Those could only be considered good signs, in his opinion.

He moved to her earlobe and nibbled. She drew in a quick, hard breath. When her hands moved up to his chest, he thought it was a good sign. Until she gave him a gentle push. It took a second for him to realize that she was pushing him away.

With regret, he pulled back and looked at her. Her face was flush, and unfortunately not with arousal. Anger and embarrassment filled her expression.

“I do not need your pity.”

His own anger surged, at her and at his brother. Jesus, the woman thought that a man would have to pity her to want her in bed.

“That isn’t what it is.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to be a pity fuck.”

The irritation he felt was quickly replaced with anger. “I told you that it isn’t what this is about.”

She wiggled, slipping away from him. “Forget it. I know better.”

“What do you know?” Alex asked. His own anger was easy to hear, and Damon knew that most of it was for Aaron.

“You two like to share women, skinny women, blonde women, tall women. I am none of those things.”

He could hear the pain in her voice, knew that it was very real. There was also a healthy dose of fear there.

“Sure, we have some women you know about, but do you know about all of them? I don’t think so. And it has nothing to do with their looks.”

She crossed her arms over her breasts and frowned at him. Her eyes snapped with anger. “I told you it was okay. I’m going back to the villas.”

She moved away again, walking toward the door. Panic surged, tightened in his gut. Without much thought, he strode toward her, grabbing her by the arm, and yanked her around. Her eyes were widened in surprise when he jerked her toward him then slammed his mouth down on hers.

He allowed his anger, his lust, his undying need for her, reflect in his kiss. He didn’t pay any heed to his conscience. For a second, she didn’t respond. He pulled her closer, slipping his hand down her spine to her rear end and pressing his body against hers. There was no way she didn’t feel his arousal. Hell, he’d been half aroused since she walked through the door. She gasped in reaction, and he took advantage to slip his tongue into her mouth.

In the next instant she moaned, her body shivering as she started to return the kiss tentatively at first. Then he felt her tongue move against his. He was so lost in her and her reaction that he barely noticed when Alex moved toward them. He stepped behind her, tapping on Damon’s hand. He pulled his hand away, and Alex moved in closer and released a loud, throaty moan. With some kind of control, he pulled back and watched as Alex settled in behind her, his hands on her hips and his mouth going to her neck. Her flesh was flush with arousal, her eyes closed, her mouth opened as she dragged in gasps of air.

“Although I know that Mari does have her little exhibition fantasy, I say we move this into the bedroom.”

She blinked and shook her head. It only took a second for reality to come back to her, and he could see all her preconceived notions about her looks and their tastes come back to her.

“Damon,” she said, licking her lips. “I–I’m not sure.”

Without thinking twice, he bent at his waist and pulled her into his arms. “Well, I am, and I am pretty sure Alex is, too.”

He carried her to the bedroom, his pulse pounding, his blood damned near boiling, and the woman still thought she was a pity fuck. Jesus. Would she ever accept this, accept the love both he and Alex felt for her? His morals surged, and he stopped at the door. He thought he heard Alex muttering. His friend would have stripped her bare in the living room and had at her there, not giving her a chance to think twice. But part of Damon still had a grasp on his conscience.

“Mari?”

She looked up at him through her lashes. That tongue of hers darted out over her lower lip. With a deep, shuddering breath, she said, “Yes.”

Chapter Four

Maribelle’s head was spinning, her body shivering with need. As Damon strode into the bedroom, she wondered at her reasoning. She knew this wasn’t anything but what she said it was. They both pitied her. Part of her hated them for it, but another part, the bigger part, knew they did it out of love. Not a deep-seated, romantic love but one that was forged in friendship, and lasted years. But at the moment, she couldn’t say no. She loved these men. She had wanted them for years. When she realized what they did with women, it had added another layer of need that had driven her to distraction when she was around them.

She wanted to be bad, just this once. They weren’t offering forever. Heck, knowing the two of them the way she did, she knew they weren’t even offering to date her. Tonight was about tonight, or at least until they went back to the mainland.

With what felt like reverence, Damon laid her on the bed as Alex climbed up beside her.

“Are you sure?” Damon asked.

She heard muttering again from Alex and smiled. Alex was the hothead, the one that dove in to the water without thinking. Damon, her old playmate, wanted to be sure that she wanted this.

“Yes.” Even to her own ears her voice was breathless. And for good reason. She had never been this hot, this ready to be taken. This was her forbidden fantasy. This and having sex in public, but since that was never going to happen, she was perfectly happy to settle for the two men she loved.

The moment the thought popped into her head, panic raced through her blood. Holy cow. She loved them. Not in the friendly way she thought. She had lusted after them for years. Any heterosexual woman would. But this was something more, something that was definitely going to leave her heart in tatters.

What she was feeling must have shown on her face because Damon started to frown.

“Mari, hon, are you okay?”

“Not having second thoughts are you?” Alex asked, worry threading his voice.

She glanced from one to another then shook her head. “Second, third, and fourth thoughts, but of course, it doesn’t seem to matter.”

Both men released a breath they seemed to be holding. Damon reached behind her head and untied her top. He pulled the two pieces down, but she stopped him.

“Aren’t you going to turn out the lights?”

He shook his head.
“No way.” This came from Alex. He was already moving toward her, bending his head to take a nipple into his mouth. His teeth scraped across the tip of it before he pulled it into his mouth. The lust that had been simmering was starting boil.

Damon moved down to the foot of the bed, pulled her shoes off and then her dress. His indrawn breath told her that the red lace panties she had chosen were definitely appreciated.

“Lord, woman.” His voice was filled with lust and another emotion she could not discern. Before she could question it he was joining them on the bed, his gaze still zeroed in on her panties.

He slipped his hands beneath her rear and groaned. Alex lifted his head in question.

“She wore a thong.”

Alex smiled down at her. “You’re much naughtier than I gave you credit for.”

She opened her mouth to argue that it was just a pair of panties, when Damon said, “That ain’t nothing. I never told you how our little Mari here wants to have sex in public.”

Again, her face heated and she scowled at him. “I told you that in confidence.”

“Yeah, well, we’re going to give you that fantasy. We are going to give you everything you want.”

He leaned down and pressed his mouth between her thighs, his hot breath feathering out over her pussy. The sensitive flesh tingled, and her panties dampened further as he touched his mouth against the red lace.

Alex leaned in, his mouth skimming over her jaw then moving to her mouth. Without preamble, he plunged his tongue into her mouth. The taste of him was exotic and thrilling. In a way like Damon but in another way not like him.

As Alex tortured her mouth, Damon slipped the fabric aside and pressed his mouth against her pussy. She shivered, moving her hands up to Alex’s shoulders. The dual assault had her senses reeling, her body shivering with anticipation. Nothing in her life had thrilled and frightened her this much.

Damon’s tongue darted into her slit, and she moaned against Alex’s mouth. He pulled away and smiled down at her then looked down to Damon.

Damon settled beside her, his hand slipping up and over her breast. “Does that feel good, baby?”

She nodded, unable to voice her opinion out loud. Damon had added a finger as his tongue teased her clit. Heat and tension gathered in her tummy, her body surging toward her release, when Damon moved away. She moaned in aggravation, but he ignored her as he moved away, and Alex replaced him.

Alex pulled her panties away and then settled between her legs. “Damn, baby, you’re wet.”

She wanted to be embarrassed, knew that she should be, but she couldn’t seem to care. All that mattered was gaining her release. He slipped his tongue into her sex as Damon started to undress.

He watched the scene as he drew off his clothes, his gaze watching Alex’s head between her legs. The idea that he was watching her, the little bit of exhibitionism, sent another wave of heated lust spiraling through her body.

Damon tossed his shirt behind him, toed off his shoes, and then his gaze zeroed in on her face. He watched her as he unbuttoned then unzipped his pants. The intensity of his stare, the way he was watching her, she knew that he was getting off on it. But soon she had to look and watched as his hands shoved his pants down, revealing his hardened cock. Well, she should have known Damon wouldn’t wear any underwear. His cock jutted out from the nest of dark brown curls and bobbed against his belly. He shoved his pants aside then wrapped his hand around his impressive length.

She watched as he stroked himself. She couldn’t help but lick her bottom lip as she watched a small pearl of semen wet the head of his penis. He chuckled as he moved closer.