Twenty

Devlin’s groin tightened at the sight. He knew the four of them had gotten involved in some adventurous sex while on the island, but he hadn’t realized how free and open they’d become. It would take a little getting used to.

He glanced toward Sandra and realized James was kissing her now. Devlin’s chest constricted, knowing the history between them. Damn, maybe he shouldn’t have come this weekend. It was one thing knowing what Sandra was doing with these guys; it was another seeing it right in front of him.

James released Sandra and her gaze strayed to Devlin. He glanced toward the guys’ boat so she wouldn’t see the jealousy in his eyes.

“Let me give you a hand with your gear.” He climbed aboard their boat and within moments, the three of them had the bags and cooler on the dock beside the others.

“Why don’t you ladies go ahead up and we’ll bring your stuff?” James suggested.

Aimee smiled. “Sounds good to me. We’ll go fire up the barbecue.”

“Great idea.” Craig grinned. “You’ve already got us fired up.”

Sandra glanced at Devlin. He smiled and nodded. She turned and accompanied Aimee along the path toward their cottage.

Craig opened their cooler and pulled out a bottle of beer, opened it, and handed it to Devlin, then retrieved one for James and himself, too. They all took a swig.

“You going to be okay with this?” James asked Devlin.

“Yeah, sure. Why not?”

“Because we all know you’re in love with Sandra. It must be strange seeing her kissing other men, let alone … what we’ll be doing later.”

So the men had purposely pushed his buttons.

“Yeah. No worries.”

“Okay. Look,” James said, “if you’re worried about me and Sandra, because of our history, don’t be. Aimee filled us in, and it’s pretty clear I don’t stand a chance. And I’m fine with that.” He patted Devlin’s shoulder. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. To Sandra, Craig and I are just a distraction.”

Devlin nodded, glad of the encouragement. He took another swig of his beer as James stacked the bags on top of the wheeled cooler. Devlin picked up the lone bag that didn’t fit and carried it as the other two men pulled the coolers along the dock and onto the path.

*   *   *

Sandra stretched her legs out on the lounge chair as she gazed over the water, which was as still as glass. She took a sip of her hard lemonade.

After finishing up dinner, they’d gone outside to sit on the deck and relax, enjoying the haunting call of the loons across the calm lake.

Aimee stood up and leaned back against the deck railing. “Sandra, come over here for a minute.”

Sandra put down her bottle and stood up, then strolled to Aimee’s side.

“I just thought I saw something on your top.” Aimee peered closely at Sandra’s cotton blouse, then stroked her hand along the top of Sandra’s breast.

Sandra knew there was nothing on her clean white blouse. This was Aimee’s way of getting things started. Aimee stroked again, then cupped Sandra’s breast.

“I think you should take it off.”

“You’re right.” Sandra smiled as she gazed at the three eager male faces watching. Even Devlin. She knew he’d been tense about coming up here, but dinner and a few beers seemed to have relaxed him. She was glad about that.

“I’ll help you.” Aimee winked impishly, then released the buttons on Sandra’s blouse.

As her blouse opened, revealing her lacy pink bra beneath, the heat of the male gazes on her intensified. Finally, her blouse draped open and she shrugged it from her shoulders.

“Oh, honey, whatever was on your top went right through.” Aimee reached around Sandra’s body and released the bra clasp, then dropped the straps from her shoulders.

Sandra slipped her arms from the straps but held the bra cups in place for a moment, suddenly shy to be half naked in front of all three men. This was the first time Devlin would see her in this sort of situation, with the other men seeing her body, touching her, in front of him. She was a little nervous about it. But she sucked in a breath, keeping her gaze anywhere but on Devlin, and dropped the lace garment to the ground.

Aimee stroked over Sandra’s breasts and her nipples peaked. She was becoming more relaxed with her body responding to Aimee. It was fun and exciting sharing with her friend like this.

“You have such pretty breasts,” Aimee said as she stroked. She cupped Sandra’s cheek, then kissed her.

Aimee’s soft tongue slipped into her mouth and Sandra opened to receive it, then stroked Aimee’s tongue with her own. So sweet and delicate. Then Aimee drew back and leaned down to Sandra’s breast. As Aimee took Sandra’s nipple into her mouth, Sandra sucked in a breath at the warm sensation.

“You know, it’s such a lovely warm evening, I think all of us should go topless.” Sandra glanced to the men. Devlin’s gaze was locked on Aimee’s hand still stroking Sandra’s breast.

Craig tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, revealing his tiger tattoo. James and Devlin immediately followed suit. Then all of them stared at Aimee.

She laughed. “Okay.” She grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head. She then released the clasp of her front-opening red bra and peeled it back, revealing her large round breasts with the dusky nipples already hard and ready.

Sandra reached out and caressed one of Aimee’s round breasts, glided her fingers over the pebbly aureole, then stroked the beadlike nipple between her thumb and finger. She pulled Aimee against her body, their breasts crushing together, then licked Aimee’s lips. Aimee’s tongue peeked out and their tongue tips danced together, visible to the men.

Sandra drew back and gazed at their audience. “Gee, the men look like their jeans are too tight.”

“It was a big dinner,” Aimee said.

“Maybe they should unzip them,” Sandra suggested.

“Or take them off entirely.” Aimee grinned.

“We will, if you will.” Craig’s wide smile gleamed.

Aimee smiled at Sandra and reached for the button on her cutoffs. Sandra unfastened her own denim shorts and they both dropped them to the deck. Now they both wore only their thongs, Sandra’s black lace and Aimee’s red satin.

Three clunks sounded as the men dropped their jeans and stepped out of them. Now they stood before Aimee and Sandra in only their boxers.

“You know, I think I’ll just be over there if you need any help, honey.” Aimee crossed to a lounge chair and stretched out, clearly indicating that this was Sandra’s party.

“You all look so sexy.” Sandra gazed at the three solid, muscular chests in front of her, then glided over the boxers.

Craig’s cock extended out the front of his boxers. James stroked his, still inside the soft cloth. Devlin did the same. She walked to Craig and kissed him, her hand stroking over the taut muscles of his abs to the waistband of his boxers, but no lower. Then she kissed James, stroking his tight abs, too.

When she kissed Devlin, he tightened his hold on her and cupped his hand around her head, his fingers spiking through her hair, and kissed her fiercely.

*   *   *

Devlin didn’t want to be the third man Sandra kissed. He wanted to be the only man. But he couldn’t back out now. For one, he was too damned turned on. Also, he needed to show her he could give her this freedom.

And a part of him wanted to see the other men touch her.

The only way he could accept his two opposite desires—to keep her to himself and to share her—was to be in total control.

“Remember I told you a woman must totally submit to me,” he murmured quietly in her ear.

She gazed up at him with wide eyes. “Yes.”

“That goes for right now, too.”