Melinda sighed as something warm and thick slid into her pussy. Her hips lifted to take it deeper and a moan escaped her lips, echoing through the room.
Who was this? Was it Jon? She wiggled her hips and decided it couldn’t be Jon. The rod didn’t fill her as fully as he had. Vibrations began to snake through her body and move against her clit.
The Rabbit, she realized.
Opening her eyes, she tried to see in the darkened room. A dark form moved off to her right and she gasped, trying to sit up but couldn’t. Her wrists were bound and attached to the headboard of the bed.
“Shh,” the figure said and Melinda realized it was Erik.
He moved into the stream of moonlight coming through the door, and she stared in awe at his glorious naked body. Jeez, he looked incredible. Like some moon god come to life right here at her side.
She watched as he climbed onto the bed and settled on his knees between her splayed thighs. He reached down and adjusted the toy, making her sigh as he pushed it just a little deeper.
“I liked watching you earlier today,” he murmured.
Her cheeks heated. She hadn’t even thought about having an audience. She’d been too aroused to think of anything other than what Jon had made her feel.
Her gaze dropped to his cock, curious if he was as close to Jon’s size as she hoped he was. The toy vibrated inside her, but it was the thought of Erik thrusting into her that had her hips undulating with the rhythm of the toy. He was just as thick and maybe a little longer.
He gripped the base and squeezed. Precum slipped out and dotted the tip. She licked her lips, wanting to taste that cream on her tongue.
“Damn, you make a pretty picture,” Erik growled.
He lifted his hand and brushed his long hair off his face. Melinda couldn’t take her eyes off the way his muscles rippled as his arm moved. Between staring at him and the toy tormenting her pussy, she was fast approaching release.
Was he just going to watch her again?
She wrapped her fingers around the bindings between her wrists and the bed and tugged. With a moan, she lifted her hips slightly, hoping to entice him. Would he be as good as Jon? God, she bet he was better.
Erik dropped forward and braced his hands on either side of her shoulders. With a wicked grin that made her heart race wildly, he bent his head and licked his tongue across her nipple. She moaned and arched her back, trying to force her breasts farther into his mouth.
Growling, he opened his lips and engulfed the tip into his hot mouth. His teeth scraped along the hard bud and she shivered from head to toe.
“Like that toy inside you?” he murmured around her breast.
“Yes,” she hissed in response.
“So do I,” he growled. “I like watching you move. I like watching your face as you come.”
All she could do was moan. She couldn’t speak; she couldn’t beg. She could only pant and cry out as his teeth bit down on her sensitive nub.
He reached to the side and grabbed one of the pillows. “Lift up,” he said, although she barely heard him.
She lifted her head, and he slid the pillow beneath it, giving her a bit of an incline. She watched in fascination as he moved upward and placed his cock right at her mouth. Melinda didn’t hesitate. She opened her lips, allowing him to press his thick rod into her mouth.
He was hot and thick, his shaft pulsing against her tongue and lips. The salty taste of him filled her mouth as she sucked the precum from the tip. His groan encouraged her to continue, to become bolder, to take even more of him into her mouth.
Her jaw ached as his cock stretched it wide. Her throat fought against the invading tip, but she forced it to relax. Her hips began to buck as her release built hard and fast. Erik sensed it and encouraged her to suck hard, to lick him like candy.
Melinda groaned around his shaft as the beginning stirrings of her release began to take hold. Stars exploded behind her eyes just as Erik exploded in her mouth. She sucked harder, swallowing his warm cum, loving the taste as it filled her throat and mouth.
Erik moaned and pulled his cock free just as the last throbs of her orgasm began to fade. He stared down at her in surprise and then smiled softly as he reached to pull the toy free.
“This sweet little thing has taken a beating today, hasn’t it?” he asked.
He palmed her pussy and she moaned, lifting herself toward his warm hand. With slow, gentle motions, he massaged her mound. If he kept that up, she’d want him again—or want sex again. She hadn’t had him yet.
She closed her eyes as she began to struggle with how she’d behaved today. She’d let them do whatever they wanted. She’d become excited at the idea of toys being inserted and limbs being tied, and God help her, even the spanking had practically sent her into orbit.
She never imagined she would enjoy this sort of stuff, but apparently she did.
“God, I could take you again,” he growled as he moved down her body, putting his face between her thighs.
Melinda sighed as he placed soft, featherlight kisses along her labia. Even now, after coming like she had, she wanted him again. She could feel her body coming alive once more. She tugged at the bindings but couldn’t free herself, and blood pounded through her veins with a deafening roar at the realization she was completely at his mercy.
He placed a lingering kiss on her mound just above her clit and then pushed himself off the bed. Melinda gaped in shock.
“What? Where are you going?”
“To bed,” he replied, his lips lifting in a small, amused smile. “As should you. We have a long day tomorrow.” He turned to leave. “Sweet dreams.”
Her mouth dropped open that he would start something and then just leave her. She tugged at the bindings and growled.
“Erik! You forgot the…Damn it,” she snapped as she realized he wasn’t coming back.
At least there was enough slack so that she could bring them down a little, allowing the blood to get back into her fingers. With another snarl of aggravation, she again tugged at the silk bindings and then sighed in resignation. It looked like she was tied up for the night.
She stared at the ceiling wondering how the hell she’d found herself in this mess. Her brother for starters. Her need to bury herself in work for another. And if she were honest with herself, her snarling, bitchy attitude lately had something to do with it as well. And of course there was her drinking.
As she watched the moonlight play on the wall and listened to the sound of the surf just a few feet away, she realized she hadn’t drunk anything since Marcus’s office. Was that just a day or so ago? It felt like she’d been here for longer than that. Not once had she wanted a drink or even thought about it for that matter.
Erik and Jon and their amazing sexual games were quickly becoming her alcohol of choice. When it came time to leave, would she want to?
“Oh, boy,” she grumbled to herself. “The last thing I need to do is fall in love with them.”
It wouldn’t be hard. She fell easy. She was so insecure about herself when it came to sex and relationships. In a boardroom, she was as confident as her brother. In a bedroom, she floundered.
But she didn’t feel as though she floundered with Jon and Erik. With them, she was able to let herself go, to truly enjoy the things they did to her. Maybe that had been her problem all along. It wasn’t her, but the fact that she hadn’t been able to find a man who truly made her forget herself, who made her feel confident in the things she did to them.
Clark often complained of being too tired. Even if she tried to seduce him, he didn’t appear to be interested. The repeated rejection had made her feel bad about herself, insecure, uncertain, and not at all sexy. But when Jon and Erik growled their approval of the things she did it made her feel confident and powerful, and for the first time in a long time, sexy.
She could be a tigress in the bedroom, and the first opportunity they gave her, she would show them. Her body hummed at the idea of turning the tables and seducing them. Her mind ran through all the possible scenarios before she finally drifted off to sleep.
* * * *
Melinda awoke with a start, wondering what had pulled her from the sexy dream she’d been having. Glancing around sleepily, she tried to determine the source of the noise, but saw nothing. She pushed her hair back from her face and looked out the window toward the sun as it slowly rose over the ocean.
She let out a long sigh and said, “Oh, wow.”
She could wake to that view every day of the rest of her life. The sky was ablaze with red and gold. Even the ocean mimicked the colors as they reflected on the water. On the breeze, she caught the smell of coffee and noticed the cup sitting on the nightstand.
Reaching out, she stopped halfway and stared at her wrists, now free of the bindings. So that’s what had woken her. One of them must’ve brought the coffee and untied her. She grabbed the cup just as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.
The cup was warm, indicating it hadn’t been sitting there long. She took a sip of the rich brew and smiled. Jamaican Blue Mountain. Her favorite.
It was then she noticed the note on the table. She picked it up and read the neat scroll.
Shower and get dressed. We have a trip planned to the Mayan ruins.
No signature, so she had no idea which one had left it, but to be honest she didn’t really care at the moment. The thought of seeing the ruins had her heart skipping in excitement. She’d wanted to see them forever, but had never been able to get Clark to come with her, so she just hadn’t made the trip.
Taking one final sip of coffee, she set the cup down and practically ran to the bathroom to shower. Once dressed, she checked her hair and makeup in the mirror and headed to the second-floor veranda. She assumed that’s where they would be. From what she understood, almost all meals were eaten at the outdoor kitchen, unless the weather was too bad.
She approached the open doorway that led to the covered second-level patio and slowed. Jon and Erik sat at the table. Their voices were low, so she couldn’t hear what they were saying. Jon’s back was to her, but Erik’s profile was in clear view as he smiled at something Jon said. He was so handsome. They both were.
“Good morning, senorita,” Maria said as she passed by on her way to the veranda. “They’ve been waiting for you.”
Melinda followed Maria out the door.
“There she is,” Jon said as he came to his feet.
When she came close, he grasped her elbow, stopping her. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. Her skin heated where his lips touched and for not the first time, she began to wonder if she was making things too easy for them.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he whispered, before releasing her elbow.
He held out a chair for her, and she sat. “Good morning,” she said. “And I’m not that much of a sleepyhead. It wasn’t quite dawn when you left the coffee on my nightstand.”
Erik grinned. “That was me.”
“Ah.” Melinda unfolded her napkin and placed it over her lap. “So you just slam the door as opposed to giving me a little shake?”
Jon returned to his seat and poured himself another cup of coffee. Erik rested his elbows on the table and folded his hands. “I didn’t dare touch you. If I had, you would’ve never left the bed.”
Her face heated, and she turned away to reach for the platter of fruit. “I appreciate that.”
“Thought you would,” Erik murmured in his usual deep, sultry voice.
“So,” she said, hoping to move the subject away from sex. Something she thought about way too much whenever they were around. “I understand we’re going to the ruins?”
“Yes,” Jon replied.
“Which ones?”
“Caracol,” Erik replied just before taking a sip of coffee.
“Isn’t that the largest site? I think I remember reading something about it once being home to over one hundred and fifty thousand people. Is it far?”
Erik swallowed and shook his head, then placed his cup back on the table. “It’s not far. Its south of San Ignacio in the highlands. You might want to change shoes, though. There’ll be lots of walking.”
Melinda glanced down at her sandals. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She looked back up at him, feeling just a little spunky. “Are the shorts okay, or should I change those, too?”
Erik smirked, but didn’t say anything.
“I happen to like the shorts.” Jon put his hand on her thigh and gave it a little squeeze. “They make your legs look longer.”
“Does everything have to be sexual with you two?” she asked, only half meaning it.
“I never said a word,” Erik replied, his lips twitching in amusement.
Jon put his finger under her chin, turning her face to his. “And yes, for the next couple of weeks, everything will be sexual. What you wear, what you eat, even what you say.” Melinda swallowed as she stared in Jon’s blue eyes. “For this time, you are our sexual plaything and sex could happen anywhere and anytime. So get used to it.”
He let go of her chin and returned his attention to his plate. Melinda blinked at how suddenly he and Erik had seemed to change personalities. Where had that come from? Usually Jon was soft, teasing. That little speech had been the most dominant she’d seen him since she’d arrived.
“Something tells me there’s more to you than meets the eye,” Melinda murmured.
Jon winked at her, making her heart skip a beat.
“Okay, so…” She began. “When are we leaving?”
Erik tapped the edge of her plate with his fork. “As soon as you finish eating and you have to eat more than just fruit. The eggs are good, try some of those.”
“Wow, you’re bossy.” Melinda shook her head and reached for the plate of eggs. “Trying to make me fat?”
“No, just want to make sure you don’t poop out on us this afternoon.”
Melinda fought a smile. “Poop out?”
Erik shrugged as he chewed on a piece of bacon. “What’s wrong with poop out?”
“Sounds like something a girl would say.”
“A girl probably did say it. Probably where I got it.”
She couldn’t look at him. For some reason his mentioning other girls made her chest tighten. She knew there had been other girls. Her brother had told her about some of them, about how Jon and Erik could take an insecure girl and turn her into a vixen, make her feel really good about herself. She wasn’t any different from the other, just a broken girl her brother had recommended that needed some reassurance and some really good sex. That was it; nothing more to it. She shouldn’t be jealous. She didn’t know them well enough to be jealous. Plus, it would be incredibly stupid.
This wasn’t good. If she felt jealousy, she was getting way too attached emotionally. She’d never last two weeks with her heart intact. Her brother’s plan was setting her up for a heart break.