Hawaiian Triple Heat [Dr. Love Shark] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Page 15

  Since she was already dripping wet, he rocked the swing forward once then rammed his hard cock deep into her. The butt plug rubbed against his stiff rod through the thin membrane of her vaginal wall, and she screamed, nearly ready to come.

  “No, no, no, Rae. You will not be permitted to orgasm for a long time, perhaps hours.”

  The only thing she could do was whimper as every nerve in her body cried out for release. He fell into a steady rhythm, yet as soon as she neared climax, he’d stop and stroke her cheeks, breasts, and inner thighs until she was a quivering bowl of jelly. Just when she thought she’d go mad with it, she heard the door open.

  “What the fuck are you doing to her?” Piers shouted.

  “Punishing her, of course. She deserves it after what she did.”

  Mateo continued his work unchecked.

  “What did she do?”

  “Embarrassed me in front of my clients. That’s what!”

  Piers must have grabbed Mateo’s arm to stop him because she hung there for a moment rocking on her own, his cock withdrawn. With her forehead propped up by the rope, she couldn’t even relax while they argued.

  “I thought you had a baby to deliver.”

  “False alarm. Tell me what she did.”

  “She…well, she gave me a blow job in front of the clients, and I couldn’t stop her or I’d look like an idiot.”

  “What?” Piers started laughing then came around to her head and released the gag.

  Rae was embarrassed when spittle drooled out, but Piers used a cloth to wipe her mouth then gave her a drink of water.

  “Did you?”

  “Yes.” Though she fought back a smile, Piers must have noticed because he snickered.

  “I’m not done yet, but since you’re here, she can finish the blow job she owes you.”

  “No way, she’s had enough.”

  There was no way she was going to back down from the challenge. “Piers. Please. I want to.”

  “Do you surrender?” Mateo asked, stroking her pussy with the head of his cock.

  “N–no!”

  Her whole body shuddered in response to his frustration.

  “Let me take you in my mouth, Piers. I want you.”

  “Tell me you want me, too!” Mateo growled.

  “No!”

  “She’s impossible! We’ve been at this for more than two hours, and still she refuses to surrender.”

  “Maybe you’re going about it wrong, Mateo. Rae is a passionate woman. You should treat her with respect if you want more from her.”

  “Shut up, Piers. You know nothing about women, while I have lots of experience.”

  “That’s right!” Rae snapped, unable to turn her head. “You know so much about women you had to tie me up and punish me, yet you still can’t get me to do what you want! The wise and wonderful Dr. Love Shark. You are so full of yourself it makes me sick.”

  “Let her go, Mateo.”

  “No. We’ll finish this. If she wants you to fuck her mouth, then let her, but I’m finishing what I started.”

  Before she could cringe at his foul words, Rae grunted as he thrust into her again. She didn’t feel the cock ring this time. He must have removed it.

  The rocking began, but she looked up at Piers and begged him, “Please, let me take you in my mouth.

  Hands on hips, Piers stared down at her, his expression part excitement, part reluctance. “Slow down, Mateo, and let her get started.”

  She watched as Piers stripped then placed his cock near her mouth.

  “Can’t we just take her to the bed?”

  “No!”

  “It’s okay, Piers. Please, just hold onto my head and show me what you want.”

  His cock jumped at her words, and she engulfed him right away. Immediately she got the rhythm Mateo set and soon had Piers groaning as his hands clasped her head harder and harder on each rocking motion.

  With her tongue teasing and licking the underside of his cock, she had Piers on edge within minutes. Mateo began to tighten his grip on her hips until he let out a shout and released a hot stream of seed deep into her womb. Piers was right behind.

  “Do you want me to pull out?” He could only gasp the words.

  “Umm…ummm.”

  Taking that for a no, he let go just as she fell over the precipice along with Mateo. For an endless moment, the trio froze in place and struggled to recover from the blissful release. Piers was the first to speak, a little breathless.

  “Let her down,” Piers said, holding her head close to his chest while kissing her gently.

  Lifted in Mateo’s strong embrace, she was carried to the bed and unravelled. Her whole body tingled with nerves as taut as a bowstring. When Mateo removed the butt plug, she could only moan in relief. Before the cuffs were completely undone, she’d fallen into an exhausted sleep.

  * * * *

  Long into the night, Mateo stared at her while she slept, her lips parted, a light sheen of sweat glistening on her body. He watched the rise and fall of her breasts, mesmerized by the gentle rhythm.

  What is going on with me? She never once gave into me, yet for Piers she practically begged to give him oral sex. I’ve never felt so angry and confused in my life.

  On the other side of her, Piers slept, his arm around her waist, lips close to her cheek. Mateo couldn’t understand what it was that bothered him so much about her refusal to give in to him. He’d never been so rough on a woman before, yet she’d taken whatever punishment he doled out. When he brushed his thumb over her nipple, she quivered in response then sighed as though she was ready for more.

  There is something about her that makes me crazy with want. I can’t stand the thought of Piers or anyone else touching her, yet she refuses to accept me at every turn. All women love me, crave me, desire me, and beg me to take them. What is so wrong that she is so opposed to giving in? It’s just sex, isn’t it?

  With a stifled groan, he left them in his bed, donned a robe, and went to his office in the main hall. Opening the sideboard, he poured himself a stiff drink. Seldom did he partake of spirits, but he was wound up tighter than a clock. After he sat in his black leather La-Z-Boy, he sipped the harsh brew and tried to relax. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure her out.

  Why does she want Piers and not me?

  Always the gentleman, Piers had no problem getting women either, yet the two friends had always shared, sometimes two or three women in a night. They’d been doing so for the past fifteen years. Never had Mateo been so disturbed by a woman, nor had he felt the sting of rejection before. It stunned him.

  Every day she asked about news of her passport and luggage, and every day he lied through his teeth about it because he couldn’t stand the thought of her leaving. Not yet. Not until he figured her out.

  The next seminar was to be the final act. Just the thought of standing aside while Piers had sex with her in front of the clients sent his mind reeling, his stomach into back flips.

  It should be me she wants, not him!

  In one long gulp, he finished his drink and got up for a refill, bringing the bottle back with him. He set it on the table beside the chair and stared into space while he thought about her…and Piers, his best friend and fiercest adversary for her attentions.

  “If she wants Piers, then I’ll just have to woo her like he does. When I have her grovelling at my feet for want of me, then I’ll be able to walk away with a clean break. It’s the only way!”

  The second drink seemed to evaporate. He refilled his glass and kept on with his musing until the bottle was empty and the sun began to rise. Bleary eyed and drunk, he stumbled to her room and dropped faced down across her bed. He couldn’t bear the thought of crawling back into bed to see Piers snuggled close to her unresisting body.

  “She should want me, not him!” His last mumbled words barely registered in his brain before he blacked out.

  * * * *

  Warm, sated, and curled up against a hard body, Rae emerged from
a deep sleep. Piers wasn’t awake. She studied his face while he slept. Thick black lashes feathered against his cheeks while his generous, soft lips, pouted from kissing, called to her for more attention. The chiselled features never ceased to amaze her, yet in slumber they were relaxed, which lent him an air of youth. He was so handsome he took her breath away.

  With a sigh, she turned to look over at Mateo and was stunned to see that he wasn’t beside her, too. He always had his arms around her when she awoke in his bed. She frowned, wondering where he was.

  “After Mateo’s treatment of you, it’s no wonder you’re angry.”

  Her gaze returned to meet eyes filled with concern and a bit of ire, yet it brought a smile to her face.

  “Actually, I was turned on by it all. That surprised me. I’ve heard of BDSM before but never experienced it.”

  “Don’t lie to me, Rae. He was brutal with you.”

  “Piers, there isn’t a mark on my body. He never truly hurt me, honest. I have no reason to lie to you.”

  In a sudden move, Piers pushed her back on the bed and lay atop her full length, his hard arousal pressing into her sensitive crotch.

  “Marry me, Rae. I want to take you home with me and never let anyone harm you again. I swear I’ll be faithful, truthful, and never give you a moment’s pause. We could have children together, Rae. You would never want for anything.”

  Stunned, Rae could only stare up at him. That was the last thing she’d expected of Piers, but he was a true gentleman, even in bed. He’d never be rough and tumble, never treat her with anything less than respect, never—never be anything like Mateo.

  “I…I don’t—”

  Before she could continue, Piers pressed his finger to her lips to stop her.

  “Promise me you’ll think about it, Rae. I love you. You’d be safe with me, I swear.”

  He lowered his mouth and took her lips in the sweetest of kisses. Never one to use his tongue, he worshiped her body and made tender love to her until she came, the climax like riding slow rolling waves on a surfboard. Afterward he kissed her until she felt tears slip down her cheeks and held her close.

  Rae took his hand and turned away from him, tugging until he spooned behind her. She did her best not to let him see her cry, but in that moment, sensed that they both knew it wouldn’t work. Sadness filled her heart with an ache. It was over. They wouldn’t be lovers again, at least, not after the seminar that day. She swore they would be the most loving moments she could give him, as a final good-bye.

  Chapter 11:

  The Crash of Waves

  At the crack of dawn, Rae slipped from the bed and dressed. She needed to get away from the two strong men who sent her mind spinning in all directions, steeped in confusion. Torn between Piers’s offer of marriage and her desire to be with Mateo, she realized that she loved them both.

  While Piers was a balm for her, always loving and kind, she craved the wild sexual tension between her and Mateo. He turned her on like no other man ever had. The problem was, she didn’t love the one man who wanted her in the way he deserved to be loved, and the one who she did love refused to commit to a relationship. Mateo was a ladies’ man, and he’d go on making conquests around the world for many years to come.

  No one was up yet, so she raced down to the beach and took a long walk to clear her head. The soothing sound of the waves lapping at the shore didn’t help much as she finally stopped and sank down to the sand.

  For a moment she buried her face in her hands and wept like a baby for Piers because she knew she had to refuse his proposal. Tears continued to flow for the pain she felt because Mateo didn’t love her and the knowledge that when she headed back to Canada, she’d never see him, or feel his touch again.

  “Damn, damn, damn!” Her soft moan was swallowed by the ocean’s call along the crest of the waves.

  Finally, the tears ceased, and she took long, slow breaths in and out to clear her head. Salt spray tickled her nostrils, and the smell of seaweed that littered the edge of the shore became a memory she’d cherish for life as a reminder of her time in Hawaii. Rae knew she had to leave. It was time to call Lance and get his help no matter how much she loathed asking.

  Time was suspended while she stared out to sea, watching birds fly low looking for fish, sailors heading out in their boats, and gradually people from the resort filtered down to set up for a day of sun tanning.

  Safe in the knowledge that no one would recognize her since she’d always been disguised, Rae let the sun warm her face and removed the light wrap she had on her shoulders, revealing the skimpy white bikini. Lying back on the sand, she gave in to the lack of sleep and dozed off, her mind finally clearing.

  * * * *

  “Where is she, Piers?”

  Mateo felt like hell, his mouth dry and foul tasting from the excess of booze. He was still a little drunk. When he awoke, he’d used Rae’s small bathroom and caught sight of his haggard, drawn face in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair stood on end. The bitter laughter that escaped at the site of him brought so low by one woman was cut short by the pounding inside his head.

  At the kitchen table, Piers sat with his coffee and newspaper, his expression one of surprise at the question.

  “What do you mean, where is she? I thought she went to you.”

  “No. I slept in her bed last night because you were snoring loud enough to wake up every dog on the island.”

  “You look like you’ve been drinking. What’s up with you anyway?”

  “None of your damned business.”

  “Look, Mateo, I am going to be honest with you. I’m done with the ménage thing. After the seminar tonight, you’ll have to get someone else. I asked Rae to marry me.”

  Stunned, Mateo stared at Piers with his jaw dropped open. No, you can’t have her. She’s mine! Suddenly the thought of losing her sent a chill through him. His stomach clenched, and he raced from the room, barely making it to the toilet before he released the contents of his stomach a number of times.

  “Shit!” His low growl as he hung his head over the white porcelain telephone did little to help the throbbing in his skull.

  “Feel better?”

  “Get away from me, Piers, before I beat the shit out of you.”

  Piers’s harsh laughter showed his disgust.

  “Because she’s mine, or because you feel lousy from sucking back that toxic waste you call brandy?”

  Mateo ignored Piers and flushed the toilet then dragged her toothbrush over his teeth with a ton of toothpaste to remove the smell and taste of vomit.

  “That’s gross. You should never share toothbrushes. You could get some kind of disease.”

  “Shut the hell up!” Mateo shouted, spraying the mirror with foam. He threw the toothbrush aside and rinsed his mouth. “I asked you where she was.”

  “I have no idea. Maybe she went for a walk. You were too hard on her last night. I feel like kicking the shit out of you for it.”

  “Oh, really, Piers? You had no problem fucking her mouth.”

  Piers’s fist flew and cracked against Mateo’s jaw. About to hit back, he was stopped by Moki’s stern voice.

  “Enough! How dare you two fight in this house? You dishonour me, and you dishonour Rae. I saw her on the beach crying like she’d lost her best friend. You should both be ashamed of yourselves.”

  Before Mateo could speak, she raised her voice and continued.

  “The way you two treat that poor child is revolting. She asks nothing of you, and yet you take, and take, and take from her. I have half a mind to loan her the money to get home just to get her away from you both.”

  It was Piers’s turn to try and stop her, but he barely got one word out before she shoved him up against the wall. Mateo had never seen her so angry before and could only stare in awe. His head hurt, his jaw throbbed, and now he was being berated by his housekeeper. What a way to start the day!

  “Now, you two get the hell down to the beach and find her before
I get my broom and beat you both!”

  After Moki turned and left them standing there with their mouths open, Mateo finally realized that Rae was on the beach alone. There was no telling what could happen to her with a resort full of horny men, regardless of the fact that they had partners with them.

  He pushed past Piers and raced out the patio door barefoot and only wearing a pair of blue, silk boxer shorts. Piers was right on his tail, his feet pounding on the clay tiles as he kept pace.

  When they got to the beach, there were a number of clumps of people scattered along it as they set up the chairs and umbrellas for the day. Many people disregarded threats of skin cancer and lay around roasting like ducks on a platter under the hot sun until the heat became too much. At that point, many would take a dip in the ocean and return to their baking station, while others headed for the pool that was shaped in tangles of streams and small islands of vegetation.

  “I don’t see her, do you?” Piers asked, barely out of breath.

  “No. Where could she have gone?”

  * * * *

  Disturbed out of a short nap by a couple strolling by who laughed aloud between them, Rae stood and dusted the sand off her legs then headed back toward the resort.

  Really, she preferred not to go to the house, but there was no place left. She was basically a prisoner in Mateo’s home. Her head was no clearer than when she’d begun her walk. When she strolled past the bartender who was just opening up for the day, he smiled at her and nodded then went back to work.

  “Miss? Oh, Miss, please let me talk to you.”

  Rae turned to see Boe’s wife rushing up to her side.

  “Ester, right?”

  “You have a good memory. I came to talk to you. Boe is out on a fishing tour, so I finally have some free time. Would you like to sit with me for a moment? I promise I won’t keep you long.”