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  He allowed his anger, his lust, his undying need for her to 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 his. 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 brought 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 Five

  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 more significant 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 to distraction. 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 into 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 a 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 to distraction.

  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, hun, 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 to 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 if 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 trembling 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.

  He settled beside, 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, 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 stro
ked 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.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll let you have a taste.”

  He joined her on the bed, as she felt Alex move away. Maribelle cut a quick glance in his direction, then lingered when he started to undress. He didn’t take the time that Damon did. His clothes were on the floor behind him in a flash. Damon handed him a condom package. She had seen both of them shirtless before, but she was struck almost dumb seeing them nude. Alex was all brawn and muscle with dark, olive skin. His strong jaw, slightly crooked nose, along with his aquamarine eyes, had always drawn her. He was such a sharp contrast to Damon. But, then, maybe that is what attracted her to them both. Where she felt safe with Damon, Alex left her a little uncomfortable.

  He moved between her legs and pulled up her hips. He thrust into her to the hilt. Before she could adjust, Damon’s fingers were skimming over her jaw, urging her face toward his cock. She willingly opened her mouth, enjoying the first salty sweet taste of the precum as he slowly worked his way in. As he began to move in and out of her mouth, Alex joined him. Heat filled her as she opened her mouth wider, trying to take all of Damon into her mouth. Alex’s fingers dug into her flesh as he began to move faster, his thrusts no longer in the same measured rhythm. She slipped her hand down to Damon’s sac, caressing him. She felt Alex’s fingers slip over her, then press against her clit.

  Her orgasm slammed into her. Damon’s cock was still deep within her mouth, and she moaned against him. Her body was flush with heat, and she was shivering with her release, but apparently, it wasn’t enough. Both men continued to torture her, push her

  Maribelle woke several hours later when she heard her phone vibrating on the bedside table. She cracked one eye open and reached across Damon to get it. He stopped her hand and pulled it up to his mouth, kissing her fingers. The gesture was so sweet that her heart turned over. But she knew better. She knew that this was just for fun, and there could never be forever. She wasn’t the kind of woman who inspired forever.

  “You don’t have to get that,” he said.

  She shook her head. “You would have to contend with either some really mad Hawaiians or former Marines if I don’t.”

  He shrugged. “Alex and I can deal with them in the morning.”

  She shook her head as she reached across his chest. “No. They’ll show up here.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  She shook her head as she turned on her phone. It was Mal.

  “What’s up, baby? Do you need us to come get you.”

  It still cracked her up how her best friends’ husbands had adopted her as their younger sister. They gave any guy the stink eye if they even glanced in her direction.

  “Everything’s fine.”

  There was a pause, and she heard Eddie in the background. “Give me the phone, you goofy Hawaiian.”

  There was some jostling of it, and then Eddie was on the phone. “I take it, you’re alright?”

  “Yep. Oh, but I’ve decided to get a tat on my ass and live at a nudist commune. Tell one of those overgrown idiots that.”

  Eddie laughed. “They have all been horrible. They’ve been worried to death about you. I figure we won’t see you until the morning.”

  She glanced at Damon, who smiled then kissed her neck. He slid down, taking her nipple into his mouth just about the time she felt Alex kissing her shoulder.

  “Uh, yeah. I think maybe.”

  “Oh, okay. I am now going to let you go because I have a feeling those two men are going to make sure you’re alright. Call if you need anything and turn off the phone if you don’t want these guys bugging you again.”

  She clicked off her phone and tossed it on the floor as Damon pushed her back on the bed. Alex latched onto other breast. The dual pleasure of having both men touch her, please her had her arousal soaring to new heights. The both trailed their fingers down her stomach to her pussy. First one, then the other slipped a finger into her, and she arched. God, she had never felt something so beautiful, so amazingly sensual. She was growing damp in her need for them when one of them slipped his finger from her pussy and slid it to her ass. She stilled. The secret fantasy she had always had were two men, or more, and anal sex. When she had suggested it to Aaron, he had made her feel dirty for wanting it.

  “Just relax,” Alex said.

  She drew in a deep breath, and he slipped his finger into her ass. God, they were slowly killing her. The worked together, sliding in and out of her in tandem with each other, pushing her closer to the edge. She wanted to come, wanted to just fall apart in a million pieces, and enjoy the free fall that would let her lose herself in the pleasure these two men could give her.

  They stopped just about the time she almost made it, and she moaned in displeasure. When she opened her eyes, she found both of them grinning down at her.

  “I think our little Maribelle isn’t happy with us,” Damon said to Alex.

  She wanted to blast him, but he raised his finger to her mouth and gently pressed it against her lips.

  “Nope. You’re going to learn some discipline, so let’s play a bit. No talking, unless we ask you a question. I don’t want to have to spank you.”

  She frowned at both of them. “Like that will work.”

  Both their grins widened. Alex quickly lifted and turned her on her stomach. She let out a muffled gasped.

  “You’re going to learn how to be a good girl, Maribelle. You never have followed orders very well.” He smacked her hard, the sting of it feathering out over her skin as Damon smacked her again. They took turns spanking her, never really hitting the same spot twice. Her body was shuddering, her clit throbbing after the treatment. She was ready to come right there and then and they had barely touched her. It was from spanking. Then, they were pulling her up to her knees, and Damon was moving from the bed. He had a pretty scarf in his hands.

  She frowned at it and opened her mouth, but Alex smacked her ass. The sting was definitely painful. She could imagine her ass was redder than a fire truck, but there was also pleasure in it.

  “Don’t talk unless I ask. We’re just going to play a bit.” He slipped the scarf over her eyes and tied it behind her head.

  Then she heard them guys moving around behind her, and she realized this way she wouldn’t know who was touching her. They were doing this to drive her crazy. That she was sure of.

  Hands moved over her throbbing ass. Then, there was more shifting, and one of them settled between her legs. She gasped when he entered her in one hard thrust. She was wet and ready, but she hadn’t been completely expecting that. From the size of him, she could tell it was Alex. He was thicker than Damon, and she could tell this felt different than earlier. She felt Damon pull her up to her hands then rub his cock against her mouth. She eagerly took him, ready to taste him. The salty taste of his precum danced over her tongue as he started to move. She shuddered as Alex’s thrusts increased in tempo. She wanted to make Damon come, but he didn’t allow her. He walked away and soon, Alex’s thrusts still, and he groaned her name. Long moments later, he was moving away, and she was still needy. Her clit was hard, wanting and she knew that now, it was Damon’s turn to drive her insane. He flipped her over onto her back, pulled her to him. He entered her hard, forceful, and enough to smack the headboard against the wall.

  She planted her feet on the mattress and pushed against him. He growled.

  “You don’t have permission to do that that.” He lifted her legs to his shoulders, and she felt Alex take her wrists in one hand above her head as he leaned down to kiss her. It was hot, wet, and sent waves of heat rolling through her body like high tide.

  Damon thrust just hard and high enough to rub against her clit but not enough to satisfy. Alex pulled up from the kiss, and his free hand went to her breasts. He plucked, teased, pinched. The small action arrowed right down to her pussy.

  “Come on, Mari, c
ome for us. Show us how pretty you look. Damon’s dying for it.”

  She wanted to see everything, but they had taken any ability away from her. She was trapped between them, as Alex teased her with his words and hands and Damon teased her with his cock.

  “He wants that pretty little cunt to grab hold of his cock. Do it, baby.”

  Damon shifted, slightly and pressed his fingers against her clit. She came apart with a scream, convulsing with the force of it.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

  Damon groaned, and he thrust into her one last time, then stilled. She felt him jerk as his orgasm took over him. Alex took her blindfold off so she could watch Damon. His head was thrown back, his throat exposed, the epitome of hot, American male.

  When Damon recovered, he released her legs and looked down at her with a wicked smile. “I knew you had it in you, Mari.”

  She wanted to deny it, to tell him this was just Maribelle in Hawaii. When she finally returned to DC, she would go back to being pudgy, boring Maribelle. Two men like Alex and Damon would never be interested in her there.

  Before she could open her mouth, he smiled at her. This wasn’t something hot, or even that sensual, but it had her heart turning over in her chest. She could feel the tears stinging the backs of her eyes, but she stifled the almost overwhelming need to sob. She would not mess this up with emotions or worries. This was about the moment. As both men settled in on each side of her, Maribelle allowed sleep to overtake her.

  Chapter Six

  Damon skimmed his hand down Mari’s thigh. The skin was soft beneath his h, and he knew now sweet to taste. He still couldn’t believe they had convinced her to take them to bed. There was a lot that was traditional about Maribelle but apparently, not her tastes in bed. He couldn’t stop his lips from curving.

  He pulled the sheet down to reveal her breasts. He loved the way she was made. While other women starved themselves to lose weight, Maribelle had the body of a 1950’s movie star. All soft and curvy. He could see her tan lines and squashed the idiotic need to growl thinking about the men who had seen her in her bathing suit. He had never been a possessive man, but now that he thought about it, he was never attached to any woman like he was with his Mari. He had been waiting for this night for years.