With Blair’s parting words rattling around inside her brain, Alaska spent the rest of the day touring the beautiful island. She walked through the majestic castle and browsed the spa and boutiques before she took a trolley ride around the outskirts of Eden. As she kept one eye out for the Master, she spoke with several guests over the afternoon, but since none had mentioned anything about this island fulfilling fantasies, or altering realties, she didn’t bring it up, either. Partly because she was still convinced that Jack and Blair were messing with her and partly because if what had happened last night was due to the mystery and mystique of The Triangle, and they weren’t yanking her chain, she didn’t want to blow a good thing. She had a lot of fantasies saved up, and this was an opportunity too good to pass.
The sun dipped beneath the horizon, turning the sky a pretty shade of pink as Alaska walked the beach. She grabbed a fruity drink from the guy working the Tiki bar and sipped on it as she splashed in the warm Atlantic surf. Breathing in the fresh, salty air, she exhaled slowly, watching the boats bobbing in the distance. She tipped her wrist and checked the time. Equal amounts of anticipation and nervousness invaded her stomach as she thought about making her way to the dock and boarding a boat where anything she wanted to happen, would happen.
With her sandals dangling from her finger tips, she spun on her toes and made her way back to her cabana, but as she entered the palm-fringed path, the sound of a motorcycle revving reached he ears.
Jesse...
She ran the length of the path, rushing past her cabana, and when she found herself on one of the many winding roads, she glanced left then right, searching for the source of the sound. A jeep carrying two passengers in the backseat slowed as it reached her.
“Need a lift?” the dark-skinned driver asked.
She shook her head, was about to leave, then blurted out, “Wait, did you see a motorcycle go by?”
“No ma’am,” he said.
She frowned, and thinking she was losing it, looked up and down the road one last time and said, “Okay, thanks.”
“Were you interested in riding one?” he asked.
“So you do have bikes available for guest to use?”
His grin widened. “This is Eden,” he stated simply, a twinkle in his eye. “We have everything you need.”
After he left, she continued on to her cabana, reliving the conversation she’d had with Jack and Blair. Wanting to figure out if they were right, if this place really was about fulfilling her fantasies, she hurried to her cabana and went straight to the shower to wash the sand from her skin. She turned on the hot spray and gave herself a good hard lecture. She’d come here to cut loose and currently had two hot guys expecting her on the party boat, so it was well past time to put Jesse out of her thoughts and go for it. It wasn’t like he wanted her or cared about her in any way. Sure, he watched out for her, but only because he was being paid to do so.
With renewed purpose, she finished washing, taking extra time on her hair and makeup, then grabbed her bikini from her bag. She pulled it on and spun in the mirror, noting that the fit was tighter than last year. Her hips had grown a little curvier, her breasts a little fuller, the triangle patches barely covering her pale areolas. She took her breasts into her hands and enjoyed the heavy feel of them in her palms. Since it was the only suit she had with her, and she had very little cash to buy a new one at the boutique she’d visited this morning, it would have to do. She didn’t dare use her credit card as her father would get the bill and find out she had snuck off to the island for a little R&R.
Gathering her bravado, she shimmied into a short skirt, tugged on a snug t-shirt, and went to the path to wave down a jeep. Darkness blanketed the night as the driver dropped her off. She walked the wooden dock, the multi-colored bird she’d spotted last night flying by as she listened to laughter coming from the boat. Although it wasn’t really a boat, it was more like a giant, triple-deck party barge.
She was greeted by a young guy who held her hand as she stepped on. Once on board, she glanced through the sea of people laughing, drinking, and twerking to the loud music. She smiled and wondered if this was being filmed for ‘Girls Gone Wild.”
Making a beeline to the bar, she grabbed a stool and ordered a drink. The bartender handed her a coconut with a straw. She took a long sip, and when her mouth exploded with the delicious flavor of coconut and rum, she moaned in bliss.
“It’s good, huh?”
She spun around to find Jack standing over her, a sexy grin on his face as his dark eyes moved to her snug t-shirt, specifically, her protruding nipples. She held the drink out to him. “Try it.”
He put his mouth around the straw and took a taste. When he pulled back and licked his lips, a strange tingling raced through her blood, warming her from the inside out. “Yeah, it’s good,” he murmured, then leaned into her, the beachy scent of his skin washing over her. “How about another taste?”
She lifted the coconut again, but he put his hand over hers to stop her and instead, pressed his lips to hers. Caught off guard by his boldness, she gave a little whimper, but then she reminded herself she was here to have fun, to let whatever was going to happen...happen. When she didn’t push him off and instead leaned into him, he cupped her head and held her to him. His mouth was gentle at first, but when she opened for him, enjoying the flavor of his lips, his tongue moved inside to play with hers.
He inched back and said, “Tastes even better.” Before she could catch her breath, he grabbed her hand and lifted her from the stool. “Come on.”
“Where?”
“Top deck. The view is amazing.”
He guided her through the throng of partygoers, and she admired his broad, naked back, the muscles tightening and relaxing again as she followed him up the stairs. Once they reached the very top level, he pulled her against him, his hands going to the sensitive area at the small of her back. Alaska sucked in a breath when she spotted an elevated stage. The same guy she’d watched dance during rehearsal earlier that day—the one who’d given her a sexy wink—along with a pretty blonde girl, mimicked sex as they moved together in perfect synch. She couldn’t help but stare at him. With a lean, muscular body and dressed in nothing but a pair of spandex shorts that showcased the hard ridge of his cock, the guy had a body to die for. Then again, so did the sexy girl he was with.
She shot Jack a sidelong glance. “So I take it this the view you were talking about?”
Jacks grin grew wicked. “Oh yeah. Come here,” he commanded, his voice dripping with promise. He grabbed her by the waist, pulled her against him, and pushed through the crowd until they were closer to the stage. A shudder moved through her as she watched the dancers, and she could feel her heart race a little faster, the hungry spot between her legs growing a little wetter, a little needier.
The barge pulled away from the dock, moving them deeper into the Atlantic waters. She rocked against Jack, and his hands tightened on her body. His fingers burned over her flesh, and when she looked up at him, he shot her a smoldering look.
She felt another body press up against her and turned her head to see Blair. He pushed his hard cock against her ass, and a moan lodged in her throat. Okay, so there was no denying that she’d fantasized about having two men, but the truth was she’d never envisioned a scene quite like this before.
Still skeptical and thinking the two were toying with her, she began, “Jack?”
“Yeah,” he asked, his voice huskier than it was moments ago.
“How can you say this is from my imagination, my fantasy, when I’ve never even been on a boat like this before and never even knew what one looked like?”
Instead of answering, he smiled and cupped her chin to aim her glance toward the stage. She turned in time to see the pretty girl jump into the crowd, the hot male dancer looking directly at her. When he crooked his finger, her breath caught.
“Go on up there, baby,” Jack whispered into her ear. “Go perform for us.”
“You know you want to,” Blair added, his hands tracing her curves in promising ways.
They gave her a nudge, and a shiver skipped down her spine as a path seemed to clear for her. Even though she considered herself a dancer and had taken many lessons, she’d never dirty danced in front of a crowd before. A laugh bubbled up in her throat, because after last night, how could she be nervous about a little sexy dancing when some masked man had tied her up and pleasured her?
The dancer’s strong hand reached out to her, and when she put her palm in his, he hoisted her up. Her body crashed against his, and he dipped his head, his mouth close to hers. “What’s your name, sweetness?”
“It’s Janey,” she answered. With her thoughts so rattled, she couldn’t believe she remembered to use her alias.
“I’m Caleb,” he said as he spun her around until her back was pressed against his chest. He put his mouth close to her ear and whispered, “Follow my lead, sweetheart.”
A slow burn worked its way through her body as he ran his hands down her arms, lifting them over his head. She moved against him, her hips rocking as she followed the sway of his body. Every movement sensual, he trailed his fingers back down her raised arms, sweeping the outer edge of her breasts, until he gripped the hem of her short skirt. Grabbing a fistful in his hands, he lifted it slightly and touched her inner thighs. The crowd cheered, and when she searched for a familiar face and found Jack and Blair’s eyes on her, it made her feel sexy, desirable.
Wanted.
She wet her mouth, and when Jack grinned at her antics, it urged her on. The music blared, and they both rocked against each other like they’d practiced the routine long before tonight. But tonight wasn’t about rehearsed dance moves, it was about instinct and letting hers guide the way. She briefly closed her eyes, allowing herself to get lost in Caleb’s touch, his body, his sexy movements.
A tremble moved through her. God, there was no denying that she loved to dance, perform...be watched. It was only six months ago that she realized she had such exhibitionist tendencies. It was so crazy, so wild, so delightfully scandalous.
Caleb’s mouth moved to her neck, and heat bombarded her when he lightly ran his lips over the long column of her throat. With her thighs trembling, lust rose to the surface as he stimulated her senses. Her body buzzed to life, little jolts of electricity firing her synapses as moisture pooled between her quivering thighs. She lowered her hands and cupped her breasts, rubbing her thumbs over her hard nipples. Once again, cheers erupted, but she couldn’t think about that, not when Caleb was dipping under her skirt, running his fingers along the seam of her bikini bottoms.
With his mouth hot against her skin and his cock hard against her back, she found herself relaxing into him, wondering if he was going to fuck her right here on stage with everyone watching. She quivered, the thoughts of being watched, being wanted, thrilling her. But there was another part of her, one that wanted only one man to desire her.
He dipped a finger inside her bikini bottoms and swiped the rough pad of his thumb over her clit. Oh, God. Her head fell back against him, and she jerked her hips forward, demanding more.
Her body flared hot, and her lashes fluttered against the flood of heat, but when she heard Jack’s voice over the others, cheering her on, her lids opened.
Caleb pushed a finger inside her, and she cried out, need urging her on. Jesus, she wanted this, wanted to come up here on stage with everyone watching. Her body was screaming for release, and she was so close, but she wanted more...she wanted... God, she didn’t know what she wanted.
With her brain going a mile a minute, Jack stepped up to the stage and reached a hand out for her. Panting wildly, her body still trembling, so close to letting go, she stood there, staring at him, barely able to comprehend what he was doing.
“Looks like you have something else in mind for tonight,” Caleb said. He put his mouth near her ear and whispered, “You’re a natural performer. Come find me at rehearsal sometime this week.”
“What? Why?” she asked, her body so revved up she could barely think straight.
“The dance troupe needs someone like you.”
She was about to tell him she was only here for a week, but her words were lost on a moan when Blair stepped up beside Jack and gripped her by the waist to lift her off the stage. He drew her to him, and she slid down his body, his huge erection pressing into her. When her feet finally touched the floor, he brushed her hair from her forehead and said, “You’re burning up, baby.”
“I know just what she needs,” Jack announced, reaching for her hand. He gave a little tug and led her down two sets of stairs to the main deck. Sandwiched between the two guys, she followed along until Jack stopped on what appeared to be a tanning station with a small board for diving.
“Let’s go for a swim,” he said.
She hesitated and looked into the dark ocean. A tremble moved through her, and she couldn’t help but feel a little afraid to dive in at night.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Jack said. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”
Oddly enough, she knew he was right, knew that here on Eden, a place that had an aura of mystery about it, she felt completely safe.
“Let us take you where you need to go,” Blair said, the blatant invitation in his voice bringing her attention back to him. “Besides, we’re not going far.” He pointed to a wharf bobbing in the near distance, numerous boats in the vicinity. She quivered at the thought of swimming out there, finding herself alone and on display as these two men pleasured her.
“Last one there is a rotten egg,” Jack teased.
Before she could stop herself, her favorite childhood response to that silly saying spilled from her lips. “The first one has to eat it.”
“Deal,” the guys said in unison before jumping in.
“Hey,” she blurted out before stripping off her clothes and diving in after them.
The water felt gloriously cool against her fevered skin, but did little to quell the heat between her legs. She swam underwater then rose, inches from the dock. She looked up to see Jack and Blair standing over her. Caleb was right. She did have something else in mind for tonight. They reached down, each gripping an arm to pull her from the water.
As they positioned her between them, and her breath rushed from her lungs, a bevy of fantasies flitted through her mind. While she’d never been with two men before, especially two this hot, there was a part of her that wanted to try this.
Jack ran his thumb over her mouth. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since that first night at the club,” he murmured, his eyes so dark, so full of heat, her nipples tightened almost painfully.
“And I’ve been dying to taste you,” Blair said from behind her, his hands all over her body.
“Now what was this about eating...?” Jack questioned, a teasing edge to his voice as his fingers slipped between her legs.
She opened her mouth to tell him it was just a silly saying when his lips crashed down on hers, stealing her response. He kissed her hard, and from behind, Blair pulled her hair from her shoulders. “How about I go first,” he whispered.
Tension rose in her as he kissed a path down her neck, untying her bikini top along the way. Once he released the strings, it fell to the ground, and Jack groaned as her breasts pressed up against his naked chest. He broke the kiss and dipped his head, closing one hot mouth over her hard nipple. She arched into him, loving the feel of her breasts encased in his warm hands as Blair sank to his knees behind her. Deft fingers gripped the band on her bikini bottom, and she wiggled slightly as he shimmied it down her legs. He reached her feet and tapped her inner thigh. Reading his silent command, she lifted one foot then the other, kicking the wet scrap of material aside.
After a good hard suck on one nipple, Jack spun her around. He held her tight against him as she faced Blair. “Open for him,” Jack demanded in a soft tone. “Show him your pussy.”
With Blair still on his knees, she widened her legs, and his nostrils flared as he reached out to pull her wet lips open. He spent a long time just looking at her, and she could feel herself grow wetter.
“So fucking pretty,” he murmured before he leaned in to swipe his tongue over her clit.
“Oh, God,” she whispered with effort. As her knees weakened, Jack held her tighter, his hands once again going to her breasts as he packaged her against him. Blair gripped her thighs and buried his face between her legs, his tongue circling her swollen clit before plunging hungrily. His hair tickled her inner thighs while the soft blade of his tongue did the most delicious things to her pussy. She moaned without censor as the fresh sea breeze whipped over her hot body, doing little to cool it down. One thick finger pushed inside her, and her body responded with a shudder.
Jack continued to pinch her nipples, the erotic sensation traveling to her inner core. She could hear cheers coming from a boat as it passed, and it gave her a secret thrill to know she was being watched.
“You like that, baby?” Jack asked, pinching her nipples harder.
Since a reply was beyond her, she whimpered and concentrated on the points of pleasure between her legs as Blair feasted on her. A second finger joined the first, and her body went up in a burst of flames.
Feeling wild, reckless, delirious with pleasure, she rocked her hips, rubbing herself against Blair’s mouth as he finger fucked her. She began to shake, the tension in her body escalating, then, in a haze of arousal, an explosion tore through her, her muscles clenching hard around Blair’s fingers. Her knees gave out, and if Jack hadn’t been holding her, she would have collapsed in a heap.
“That’s it, baby,” Jack said, as Blair continued to lick her, soothing her sex as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm. “Take what you need.”
When the scent of her arousal reached his nostrils, Jack groaned and rubbed his cock against her back. “I need to fuck you. Now.”
He pulled a foil packet out of his pocket, kicked off his shorts, and sheathed himself as Blair stretched out on the wharf and pulled her on top of him. He kissed her hard, and she could taste herself on his mouth. Before she could even catch her breath, Jack grabbed her hips and flipped her over. From below her, Blair captured her legs in his and spread them wide, completely exposing her to anyone interested in looking.
Jack gazed at her naked body and trailed his fingers over her breasts, her stomach, stopping when he reached her pussy. He stroked her, then slipped a finger inside.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked.
She nodded as he climbed up her body, his crown breaching her opening. His skimmed his mouth over her breasts, his weight coming down on her and Blair. As their three bodies melded together, Jack jerked his hips forward, driving the length of him into her.
She opened her mouth, but he swallowed her cry with a kiss. He slammed deep, his teeth scraping her lower lip as he chased an orgasm. Gripping her shoulders, he angled his body to pound hard, and Blair groaned into her ear as he slid his hands around her waist to play with her nipples.
Jack continued to fuck her, long, hard strokes that sent her higher and higher. Her nails bit into his shoulder, and she whimpered as her passion soared. She gave a breathy cry as Jack’s body began to tense, his muscles bunching. Knowing he was only a stroke away, she gave herself over to the pleasure. Her throat clenched, and her body convulsed as her pussy muscles tightened and contracted around his throbbing cock. Jack threw his head back, stilled, and joined her in orgasm.
His breathing labored, Jack depleted himself inside her then collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck as they both recovered from their climax. She touched his back, running her fingers over his moist skin, his rigid muscles relaxing beneath her soothing touch.
As she lay trapped between these two awesome guys, her passion receding, a strange, uneasy feeling moved into her stomach. Her hands stilled on Jack’s back, and her brain took that moment to think about the lump pushing into her throat.
The sex was good. Really good. These two were skilled and definitely knew their way around a woman’s body. So why then did she suddenly feel so lost, so completely empty inside?
Because it was lacking intimacy, a real connection, her inner voice warned.
She’d come here to have fun and get laid. But as she found herself sandwiched between these hot guys, it occurred to her that she still felt lonely. That sobering reality startled her and had her questioning what it would take to fulfill her, to make her feel loved...important.
A noise in the distance caught her attention. She lifted her head, and when the hairs on her nape began to tingle, her breathing became shallow.
She peered into the night and caught the silhouette of a guy standing on the upper deck of a boat. Her heart jumped into her throat, and her body tightened. There was something about him that held her attention, something about the way he stood there with tension in his posture, tracking her every movement, that felt oh so familiar.
Jack lifted his head, worried eyes moving over her face, when he asked, “Hey baby, are you okay?”
“He’s here,” she murmured, her voice a strangled whisper. “I just know it.”
Blair ran soothing fingers down her arm and in a soft tone asked, “Who’s here, sweetheart?”
“Jesse.”