“I don’t know,” she said.

  “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want,” Wolf said. “You didn’t make the bet.”

  “But I do want to.” The words came out without hesitation, almost without thought. She could have another new experience, something she never would have imagined before she’d stranded the three of them here. “Surprise me.”

  Wolf grinned, his blue eyes full of wickedness. “I think I’ll make you the appetizer. C’mere.”

  She slid down off the counter where she’d been sitting and crossed the few feet separating them. He immediately set to undressing her, first unfastening the belt of her shorts and then lowering the zipper. When he discovered she wasn’t wearing panties, he groaned. “Oh baby, if I’d known you were naked under there I would have worked faster.”

  “I wish you’d work faster now,” Jon said.

  “Shut up, will you? I’m busy over here.” He pushed her shorts over her hips, and when they fell to the floor, she stepped out of them, kicking her sandals off. Her tank top went next as he slipped his hands inside, unfastened the clasp of the built-in bra, and pulled it over her head.

  “You should never wear a bra.” He covered her breasts with his hands, cupping them and gently squeezing. “These are so fucking beautiful.”

  “I could have told you that,” Jon said.

  “One more comment from you and I’ll make sure this takes an hour to finish,” Wolf snapped.

  “You win,” Jon said. “Knock yourself out.”

  “I plan to.” Wolf stared down at her as if she were a rare steak and he hadn’t eaten for a week. But then he’d said something about making her into an appetizer. “Where shall I start?”

  When she ran her arms around his neck and turned her face up, he kissed her, his lips teasing hers apart. In so little time, she’d memorized the taste of his mouth and the way his breath hitched at the first steps toward intimacy. He was a narcotic. Both of them were, and they had her hooked on their potent brand of sex. They could make her beg now, if they wanted. Luckily, they didn’t seem to want to.

  After a moment, he pulled back. “Sweet, but that’s dessert. I’ll have it after.”

  She didn’t ask after what, simply waited. Not wasting time, he reached to the cruet of olive oil—the really good kind you drizzled on food rather than cooked with. He brought it to her chest and tipped it carefully until a tiny stream coated her nipple.

  “Now that’s what I call an appetizer.” He bent to lick the oil off, his tongue spreading the unctuous liquid. She watched as the whole thing took place in slow motion. His head moving, his eyes half-closed, her nipple gleaming.

  He repeated the process with her other nipple, only this time he pressed his lips around it and sucked. The world went a bit hazy around the edges as her heart sped up and heat began a slow swirl in her belly and below.

  When he stopped and straightened, her breasts rose and fell in a ragged rhythm. She stood there, biting her lip, aching for him to take her deeper into full arousal.

  “I thought so,” he said.

  “Hm?” Words. He expected her to understand them, obviously.

  “You turn bright pink when you’re excited,” he said.

  “Oh!” She tried to cover herself with her arms, but he pulled them to her sides.

  “Don’t be shy about it,” he said. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

  “She sure is,” Jon said softly from wherever he stood.

  This time, Wolf didn’t fight him. Instead he turned Christie toward the butcher-block table and bent her over the top. Of course, that pressed her breasts into the flour that he’d used to roll out the dough. It would cling to what little oil he’d left there. She’d have to shower after he’d finished with her, but who cared about details like that?

  “You know the only thing finer than your breasts?” he said.

  “My pussy?”

  “Except for that.”

  “I’m sure you’ll tell me,” she said.

  “Your ass. Someday I want to use it for a pillow.”

  Aside from the fact that that position wouldn’t fit easily into a bed, there was also a little problem with the “someday.” They didn’t have any somedays. They had a very limited time before Captain Joe would come to get them, and all the glorious sex would end. She wouldn’t worry about that now, though, because he’d picked up the cruet again and was pouring olive oil all over his palms. When he finished doing that he knelt behind her and smeared the stuff over her buttocks.

  “Pervert,” she said.

  “The worst.” He licked one cheek slowly, starting at the curve along the bottom and upward to her back. “You’re heaven. I swear to God.”

  “You’re insane.”

  “Insane over you.” He moved to the other side, and this time, nibbled lightly while his hand massaged the other cheek.

  If someone had told her she’d find it erotic to have her ass kissed, she would have laughed. After all, that part of her body didn’t have any of the hypersensitive nerve endings her nipples or her clit had. The fact that he could worship her body in that way created a swell of feminine pride in her. This wasn’t about fucking the next woman who came along. He honestly wanted her. A man with enough wealth and good looks—and a cock any woman would want to call her plaything—could have any lover he wanted. But he desired her plump figure enough to get down on his knees for it.

  “Spread your legs, babe,” he said.

  At that point, she would have done just about anything he asked, with parting her thighs number one on the list of moves she’d happily make.

  “I can see your pussy lips.” He moved a hand to her mound and stroked her until her petals engorged and opened for him. “Are you getting hot?”

  “Yes,” she murmured.

  “Let’s see.” He parted the lips and slid a finger into her. Pumping, he urged a stream of moisture from her. “You’re already wet.”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, shit,” Jon said softly.

  Wolf ignored him but kept moving his finger inside her. His tool would be bigger, stretching her for maximum pleasure, but for now the constant pushing and retreating started her engine. He knew how to get to her. How to draw the tension out until it became almost unbearable. But he’d reward her with an orgasm that had her shivering and crying out.

  “And that little nub. Here it is.” He brushed his finger over her clit, sending a shock through her that made her knees weak. “So hard. So eager.”

  She didn’t say anything and probably couldn’t have if she’d tried. Instead she lay across the wooden work table in her resort’s kitchen, groping blindly for something to hang on to and finding nothing, while he continued stroking her clit in that maddening way he had. He could take her to the edge and then pull back before she snapped. Sweet agony.

  “Wolf . . .” she said.

  “Shh. I’m taking my winnings.”

  “I didn’t make the . . . oh! . . . bet.”

  “But you’re paying the price, aren’t you?” he said. “Not fair.”

  He removed his hand, leaving her close enough to climax to taste it. Did he think that was fair? If he didn’t do something soon, she’d put her hand between her legs and finish what he’d started. But then he rose, and the sound of a zipper going down followed.

  When she managed to turn around on shaky legs, she found him pushing his shorts and boxers over his hips. His cock stood fully erect, so thick and tempting she almost lost her struggle to remain upright. When he had himself naked from the waist down, he grabbed a step stool from the corner of the room and wheeled it toward her. Finally he sat. “Straddle me.”

  “God, yes.” He didn’t have to ask twice. Using one hand to part her pussy lips while the other grasped his cock, she brought him to her entrance. The huge head went in easily, so she lowered herself all the way. For a moment, neither of them moved but stared into each other’s eyes while her inner muscles adjusted to his size.

  For the pure hell of it, she squeezed down on him and watched his reaction. It came instantly. He clenched his jaw tight until cords of muscles stood out on his neck. “You don’t want to do that.”

  “Why not?” She squeezed him again.

  “Because I might come right now,” he said from between clenched teeth.

  “What if I want that?” she said.

  “I’d sure like it.” Another zipper went down. She glanced past Wolf to see Jon reaching into his pants and pulling out his own rigid cock. Could there be anything more magnificent than two fully aroused men—one with his member buried inside her and one stroking himself? Certainly, these two made a display worthy of a museum of erotic art. Sculptures, both of them.

  “Let’s give him a show.” Wolf slid his arms under her knees. “Hang onto my shoulders.”

  As soon as she followed his command, he stood, lifting her up until her breasts crushed against the muscles of his chest. As she clutched at him for support, he moved his hips, bouncing her against him and driving his cock into her as far as it could go.

  She’d never heard of this position and couldn’t have imagined the power of the thrusts it could produce. He pounded into her savagely, as if he’d like to split her in two. And of course, every slam of her pelvis against his produced pressure against her clit. She let herself sink into his rhythm, taking everything he dished out while staring over her shoulder at Jon, whose member had turned the ruddy color of a man about to climax.

  “Fucking you is like nothing else in the world,” Wolf said.

  “I’m going to come,” she whispered.

  “Me too, babe. It’s going to be really good.”

  “I know.” Good didn’t begin to describe what was going to happen inside her. Cataclysmic. Supernova. Other words she couldn’t hope to dredge up from memory while his member plundered her, creating the bam, bam, bam against her hot spot.

  She glanced over his shoulder at Jon. He was working his rod quickly, his fingers flying. It had turned a livid color, and a drop of pearlescent liquid appeared on the tip. After a moment, he shuddered, and a rumble started in his chest. He clutched his cock at the base as he came, spraying semen everywhere. Time slowed down as she watched him, and then the storm crested inside her.

  All hell broke loose in her pussy, and she climaxed right along with Jon. Shouting in her release, she clamped down on Wolf’s member and let the orgasm come. It rippled through her, squeezing at him rhythmically. So strong, so sweet. When he joined her, his voice rising with hers, and made his last few furious thrusts, he sent her even higher. Her inner muscles pulsed with the strength of his orgasm added to her own. They stayed that way, joined intimately, riding the currents until they arrived at the end.

  He carried her to the table, lifted her onto it, and rested his head on her shoulder. “Oh my fucking God.”

  She stroked his hair and laid her face against his. His chest rose and fell, dragging in air in gulps. All that exertion, topped off by a massive orgasm. He’d worked so hard to give her pleasure beyond anything she’d imagined. Jon’s orgasm had triggered her own. The three of them were so in tune with each other it was almost a marriage.

  Whatever you’d call this odd relationship, it would end soon. What they had was bound by this place and this time. An empty resort, isolation in a luxurious setting, with the three of them hungry for each other every moment. No one could recreate these conditions, and once their “rescue” came, they’d have to return to the real world. That sucked, but there was no way around it.

  Finally, Wolf straightened enough to stare into her face. His blue eyes twinkled. “You’re probably getting flour on your ass.”

  She tipped her head back and let her laughter float toward the ceiling. Her pussy was going to be sore if she kept having one or both of these well-endowed lovers, but her heart was bursting with happiness.

  “The flour’ll stick to the olive oil,” she said. “What a mess.”

  Jon joined them, putting his arms around both of them, creating a three-way embrace. “You’ll be as good as the pasta. We can eat you for dinner.”

  “If anyone could, it’d be you two,” she said.

  “We can certainly try,” Wolf said.

  THE PASTA WAS delicious. The marinara was delicious. It all went well with the bottle of California zinfandel Wolf had selected from the climate-controlled storage. After all that, Christie had stretched out on a chaise lounge on the terrace to enjoy the warm evening breezes with Jon seated on the end. He’d lifted her feet into his lap and was now busy massaging one of them. Could heaven get any better than watching a tropical sunset over the ocean after a great meal and having a lover work magic with his fingers?

  “You two are really spoiling me,” she said.

  “We’ve been working you pretty hard.”

  She stretched and sighed. “As I said, spoiling me.”

  He rested her foot on his lap and lifted the other. After tugging on each of her toes, he set to rubbing the ball of her foot with his thumb. She hadn’t even realized she was tight there until he worked the kinks out.

  “I’m going to miss this place,” he said. “And you.”

  She didn’t answer. What could she say? The two of them and the time they’d spent here had filled her with memories she’d treasure for the rest of her life. Any man who tried to measure up to Jon and Wolf had a huge task ahead of him. Either of them would make a prize for any woman, and she’d had them both totally to herself. With no interruptions. In this beautiful place.

  “I want you to know I’ve never done anything like this before. Sexually, I mean.” John’s cheeks reddened. He was blushing, for heaven’s sake. How endearing.

  “I haven’t, either,” she told him. “I always wanted to, I think.”

  He kept rubbing her foot with exactly the right pressure to pull a happy sigh from her. “I’m glad you chose us. But then, you didn’t exactly, did you?”

  She bent toward him so she could stroke her fingers over his cheek. “I did. If I hadn’t wanted the two of you so much, we would have spent a few pleasant days touring the island.”

  He stopped his massage long enough to take her hand and bring her fingers to his mouth for a kiss. “Meeting you on a deserted island has been fantastic, but I would have found you in Manhattan if you’d been there. In a city of millions of people, you and I would have met. I know it.”

  “Why, sir, that’s so romantic,” she said. “You take my breath away.”

  “Mission accomplished.” He brought his face to hers for a kiss. Slow and lingering. An innocent brush of lips. Either of them could have taken it somewhere deeper, but neither did. They’d spent so much time in mad coupling. Now they took a moment to savor each other.

  When she pulled back, she gazed into his eyes. The golden highlights shone in the soft brown. If you could call a man lovely, that word applied to Jon as they sat and studied each other.

  Wolf appeared on the terrace. He stood near the lanai door, not approaching but just studying his partner and avoiding her gaze. Something about his posture reminded her of the way he’d held himself when they’d first arrived. Business-like. Assessing. Not at all the way a man approached a lover. Or in this case, didn’t approach.

  Jon sensed the difference, too. He set her foot into his lap and straightened. “Dishes done?”

  “Yeah.” One word. Another indicator something was up.

  Christie stood. “I’ll get the brandy.”

  “I think you’d better stay here,” Wolf said.

  Jon glanced from her to Wolf. “What’s up?”

  “I didn’t know you had a shortwave radio,” Wolf said.

  “It’s back-up communication,” she said. “In this case, we didn’t need help, so I didn’t see any reason to use it.”

  “Captain Joe did,” Wolf said.

  “You talked to Captain Joe?” she asked.

  “I heard his voice coming from the radio. Answering him seemed the only polite thing to do.” Wolf stared at her, his jaw line rigid.

  All right. This couldn’t be good. Captain Joe had obviously mentioned something about having come to evacuate them, and Wolf was angry. The more intense of the two men, he’d most likely resent her keeping them here under false pretenses.

  She’d have to face the anger now, and her stomach sank in anticipation. In fact, she’d have to make sure she took the brunt of whatever negative feelings they had. That way, she could convince them to contract with the resort, despite what she’d done—appeal to their business sense and put aside her deception. After all, hadn’t their stay here proved exactly what she’d set out to demonstrate? Santa Inez offered indulgence for all the senses under the worst circumstances.

  “It seems Captain Joe got concerned when our boat didn’t arrive in port,” Wolf said. “The whole village is worried about the three of us.”

  “Whose boat?” Jon asked.

  “Our company boat. The one Christie told the captain was on its way to take us to the mainland,” Wolf said.

  Jon stared at her, his brow furrowed. “Maybe you’d better explain this.”

  “There was no medical disaster at all.” Wolf’s stare had turned into real anger. “The ferry came to get us, and you sent it away, didn’t you?”

  Well, shit. That did it. They knew everything, and their obvious anger said she’d lost their business. That wouldn’t sink the Santa Inez Resort. This place—her baby—would attract plenty of other customers. Maybe not as high prestige as their company, but highly profitable, nevertheless. But she would lose her job if they told the company what she’d done.

  More important, her heart felt leaden because she’d come to care for Wolf and Jon. That hadn’t figured into her plan. She’d expected delicious, uninhibited sex with no ties and no regrets. Somehow she’d managed to end up regretting the hell out of disappointing them.