Marcus’s smile is determined. “Same.” He turns back to me. “Thank you for telling us. Derrick the Dick divorced you—and left you with the student debt, I presume?”

  I nod. “If I had fought him, he would have made everything so much worse.”

  He clenches his jaw. “So you let him fuck you one final time? Figuratively, of course.”

  I hate it, but… “Yes. Derrick has a vindictive streak. When he thinks he’s being disrespected, he’s vicious. By then, I’d stopped being an idealistic girl and started seeing him for who he really was. And I let him go.”

  “What made you finally do that?”

  “I realized that every part of my life he touched, pain followed. He reinforced my decision when, during the divorce, he told my dad he was leaving the company—and then he sweet-talked seventy percent of our clients into coming with him to the new firm he started under our noses. Since then, business is down, and Dad has talked about retiring.” I let out a shaky sigh. “I always pictured taking over for him someday. That was my dream. He says slowing down will be good for him, but is that really what he wants? I don’t know.”

  Marcus curses under his breath, looking somewhere between furious and vengeful. I love the idea of him being my dark, avenging beast. But that’s another girlish fantasy I can’t afford. Just like believing that Josh is a perfect cross between Prince Charming and Mr. Darcy. They’re simply hot coworkers with whom I can explore my post-Derrick sexuality. Tonight doesn’t mean anything more to them than a temporary thrill. They’re enjoying their kink of choice with me in paradise. A win-win fling…not the beginning of anything lasting. I can’t lose sight of that.

  “I’m sorry,” Josh says in all sincerity.

  I shake my head. “He claims he wants to slow down, travel some with Mom. Maybe he does since he’s the one who convinced me to come to work for Force Financial. But my guilt keeps me trying to convince him to stick it out.”

  “Your guilt?” Marcus asks sharply.

  “If I hadn’t said yes to Derrick—to the junior prom, to marrying him, to letting him into our family business—none of this would have happened.”

  “It’s not your fault he’s a douchebag,” Josh insists. “And I doubt your father blames you.”

  “He doesn’t. I didn’t bring about the ruination of Dad’s business on purpose, but we’re talking about his life’s work, so that doesn’t make me feel any better.”

  “Let us do that, then,” Josh suggests.

  “Do what?” I frown.

  “Make you feel better.” Marcus saunters closer. “That’s what we’re all about, baby girl.”

  My belly flips. “You already have.”

  “Would you rather spend the rest of the night alone?” Josh asks.

  “No.” Besides, where would they go? My room is still a choking chemical cloud, and the downstairs areas will soon be closing up for the day. Not only that, the orgasm ratio is me two, the guys none. I hate to leave them hanging, especially when I still want them so badly. “I’ll stay.”

  “If we do, we’re going to get naked and put you between us,” Marcus tells me.

  My pulse leaps. My womb clenches. After being at the bottom of Derrick’s to-do list for the last few months before our separation, it’s so heady to be wanted by not one, but two gorgeous men who seem fixated on my sexual bliss.

  “I want that.”

  Josh spears me with a glance. “You’re sure?”

  I don’t hesitate. “Yes.” Even the suggestion that they would both wrap their arms around me, sandwich me between them, and lavish me with their touches has my body tightening again. “But it’s only fair to tell you…I’ve never had sex with anyone except Derrick.”

  Marcus and Josh exchange a glance I don’t understand, but their intensity is unmistakable. Then Josh takes my hand. “We’d love to change that and give you everything he didn’t.”

  My heart leaps. I turn my gaze on Marcus. He doesn’t speak, simply sends me the filthiest smile I’ve ever seen.

  “What about the fact we work together?” I ask. I have to.

  “Will you do your job any differently because we’ve fucked you?”

  I’d be insulted if I didn’t think Marcus was proving a point. “Of course not. I owe Savannah and Force Financial—and even this land—my all. One has nothing to do with the other.”

  “Exactly.” Josh nods. “Let’s agree that, by day, we’ll devote ourselves to this project.”

  “But by night, you belong to us,” Marcus growls. “You’ll lay yourself across our bed and surrender every part of your body to Josh and me.”

  They’re not just talking about tonight; they’re proposing a fling. Despite my foolishly growing attachment to them, what they’re suggesting makes sense. They’re looking for fun in paradise, and I need to move on once and for all from Derrick. If I know in advance that our involvement has an expiration date, I won’t fall in love, right?

  “Baby girl?” Marcus prods.

  “We need to hear you say yes before this goes any further,” Josh insists.

  I understand. But what more is there to think about? My body has already decided for me.

  “Yes.”

  Chapter Five

  Josh

  When Kate whispers her consent, I jolt with a burning thrill. I’m not usually one for savagery; I leave that to Marcus. But every determined, possessive part of me jumps at the chance to claim her.

  Beside the bed, my best friend’s stare penetrates her, as if he’s scrutinizing the reason for her quick acceptance. I hope like hell he’s wondering the same thing I am. Is there any chance this could be for real? That she could be it for us? It’s too early to know, and we can’t rush her. But I still believe the three of us could last.

  I doubt Kate is ready to hear that. Marcus isn’t ready to believe it. I’ll have to go slow, play this right.

  If things go the way I expect, love will make us undeniable.

  “What do you want?” Marcus suddenly snaps at me, jaw clenched.

  It’s like we haven’t skipped a single day of sharing a woman. He’s deferring to me because he wrung the last orgasm from her. He’s acknowledging it’s my turn to choose how to pleasure her. I’ve had less than a minute to make decisions, but my dirty thoughts have been tumbling for days.

  “Have you ever had anal sex, sweetheart?” I ask, dragging off my shirt.

  As her gaze rakes my torso, she swallows. “No.”

  So double penetration will have to wait. Sure, if we prepped her thoroughly and carefully Marcus and I could probably take her together. But a glance tells me he doesn’t have the patience now. The way I’m burning to be inside her? I don’t, either.

  “I-I…if that’s a disappointment—”

  I press a finger to her lips. “It’s not.” Then I prompt Marcus. “Is it?”

  “No. That will just be another part of you that will belong to us—and us alone.”

  Does Marcus realize how possessive he sounds? It’s as territorial as I feel. Kate is ours. On some level, he must sense that.

  He shoots me another impatient stare. “Tell me what the fuck you want. Hurry.”

  I repress a smile. Despite his blunt demeanor, Marcus can be incredibly patient. The fact he’s not when we’re touching Kate is another promising sign.

  Holding out my hand to her, I ease her from the bed, give her a long, lingering kiss, then brush my thumb across her lower lip. “Such a pretty mouth. It would look even sexier wrapped around Marcus’s cock.”

  My best friend hisses in a breath. Kate’s eyes darken before she glances over her shoulder and meets his stare.

  “Suck me, baby girl?” Marcus reaches for the waistband of his shorts.

  “Do you want me to?” Her soft voice sounds both nervous and excited by the idea.

  It’s arousing as hell.

  He slides the last of his clothes to the floor, his cock standing tall, hard, and ruddy. “What do you think?”

  She eyes him, breath held, unblinking, unmoving. Then, as if she’s in a trance, she turns, her pale skin soft in the moonlight. Over the sound of the crashing waves and Marcus’s rough breathing, she falls to her knees in front of him, her stare never leaving his face. “How do you like it?”

  “A pleaser, huh?” He smiles. “I want it however you want to give it to me.”

  Kate licks her lips and fixes her gaze on his cock. My pulse jumps as she takes him in hand, making him stiffen all over. Then she leans in, closes her eyes, and stretches her mouth to envelope his girth. As she bobs up and down his length, trying to accommodate his size, he groans and grabs a fistful of her hair, melts into her.

  Watching raptly, I come closer. She looks so fucking beautiful pleasuring Marcus, lashes brushing her hollowed cheeks. She continues exploring him with searching licks and long pulls, slowly caressing up his thighs before she cradles his balls. They spill over the sides of her small hand, but she keeps on, laving his shaft in long, unhurried drags of her tongue, heaping more and more sensation on him with her lush mouth.

  I ache just watching them.

  “You going to stand there and gawk?” Marcus demands of me.

  Translation: he’s not going to last long so he’s insisting I lose my composure, too. Not that I mind. Orgasms are best shared. I’m not sexually interested in Marcus; he’s not interested in me. But there’s something about timing our climaxes to coincide with our woman’s that destroys us both and elevates the sex above mere orgasm.

  “No,” I assure him as I peel off the rest of my clothes. “I can’t stand not touching her anymore.”

  After a quick detour past my suitcase, I dig into my box of condoms. I’m shocked to see my hands trembling. But I know the stakes of tonight, even if Marcus doesn’t want to admit them. If we give Kate the most stunning pleasure of her life, we can start addicting her to us. We can start binding her to us.

  We can start making her ours.

  When I turn back, foil square in hand, my best friend’s demanding fist is clenched tighter in Kate’s hair. She’s quickened the pace, moaning and making love to him with her tongue. She seems lost in his pleasure, in his taste.

  My impatience ticks up another notch as I approach Kate from behind and crouch, pressing my chest against her slender back. Then I dip my fingers to her pussy. She’s drenched and beyond swollen. She’s going to feel so good when I wedge my cock inside her that I might cry.

  At my touch, she gasps around Marcus’s cock and stills.

  “Don’t stop pleasing him with your sweet mouth. He’s loving it. The way he’s trying to feed more and more of himself past your lips tells me. Open your throat and take him. Yes,” I croon as she does. “Swallow on him slowly.”

  “Motherfucker,” Marcus growls, but it’s not me he’s paying attention to. His entire focus is on Kate. “Oh, baby girl. You’re taking me apart. Fuuuck…”

  She whimpers around his cock again, her hips wriggling against my teasing fingers as I strum her clit and meld myself to her everywhere we touch. I need to get inside her. I don’t want to rush, and I don’t want to inhale her without even tasting her sweetness. I’d love to savor every moment of the first time I’m deep inside Kate…but I don’t have the patience to take this slow.

  I drag my lips up her shoulder and exhale heavy breaths along her neck, relishing the way she shivers in my arms. “Spread your legs wider and grab onto Marcus, sweetheart.”

  With a gasp, she rushes to comply, gushing more moisture onto my already sopping fingers. She is so swollen and undoubtedly on fire. If I time this right, the three of us will find ecstasy together. They’re both on the precipice, and the way I feel now…once I’m buried inside Kate, I won’t last long.

  “Hunt, step back and get on your knees,” I snap at my pal. “She’s going to need to brace herself for this.”

  Marcus snarls vaguely but complies, bending Kate at the hips, which lifts her delectable ass—the one I’ll definitely defile soon—in the air. He sinks his other hand into her hair and fucks her mouth slowly, deeply, intently, every muscle in his arms and chest taut. He’s sweating. His lips move in a silent string of filthy curses as he tries to hold back.

  “In position. Fucking hurry it up,” he snarls. “She’s dismantling me.”

  “Hold it together.” I rip into the condom and roll it down my length, then fit my crest at Kate’s opening. She’s tense. As swollen as she is, she’ll be incredibly tight—and I can’t wait. I pet her pussy both to reassure and arouse her even more, then skate my palm down the milky skin of her back and grip her hips. “I’m ready.”

  With a mouthful of cock, she can’t reply, but I hear her whimpers. They speak volumes, along with her wriggling hips. She’s aroused to the breaking point.

  Perfect.

  Methodically, I push my way inside Kate, gliding deep, then deeper, like a hot knife through butter. She parts for me, accepting me greedily, her muscles latching onto me and squeezing like she’s desperate to be filled.

  “Oh, hell,” my groan slips out.

  “You finally inside her?” Marcus croaks.

  “Getting there,” I gasp out. “Oh, my fucking…”

  I can’t even complete that sentence. I don’t have the words. I’ve never felt anything this goddamn good.

  Slowly, Kate undulates, her pretty peach of an ass luring me as I grab the firm globes and urge her back onto my cock while I surge forward, burying myself in her completely.

  She cries out. Marcus uses the opportunity to work deeper down her throat. She keens out a helpless little gurgle. My best friend adds to the soundtrack with a hiss of need as he picks up the pace of his strokes.

  I do the same, marveling at the way Kate moves between us, with each of us, endeavoring to give us both what we’re craving.

  In moments, our individual rhythms sync up, Marcus and I both filling and withdrawing in a rough, deep cadence that has her back bowing, her shoulders tensing, her cunt tightening, and her screams filling the air.

  It’s everything I imagined and so much more.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Marcus grinds out, his eyes glowing with feverish need. “Josh?”

  “One minute.” I’ve been focusing on the others, doing my best to block sensations so they couldn’t drag me under. But I let them roll over me now—Kate’s snug heat, the grip and ripple of her clinging pussy, the smell of her need, Marcus’s growls, our combined pheromones hanging heavy in the air.

  “I’m counting,” he thunders back.

  The stark burn of sensations have me unraveling fast. I close my eyes, welcoming the zip of need searing down my arms, up my legs, and settling in every inch I’m shuttling inside Kate.

  I slow my stroke just enough to reach under her and finger her stone-hard clit. “Come—and take us with you.”

  She really is a pleaser because almost on command her body jerks, thrashing in ecstasy. Her wail of completion echoes off the walls. Her pussy squeezes me mercilessly. And Marcus…

  “Holy motherfucking….” he bellows, the words broken by the audible breaths sawing in his chest. “Goddamn. Oh, fuuuucccckkkk!”

  When his whole body shudders, ecstasy seizes me. I pour everything inside Kate, my climax a torment—hot, volcanic, and unstoppable. Whatever I thought I knew about my feelings, about relationships, and about my future before this moment? All gone. Now there’s only her. She has me. I’m not letting go.

  On the surface, it doesn’t make sense. No one gets addicted after one fuck. But I am—no question. Kate is now my drug of choice.

  Marcus pulls free from her mouth, goose bumps spreading over his pleasure-wracked body. His expression is almost exactly like mine. He’s falling hard. Fast. Oh, he’s fighting it. But if we keep spending our nights like this, I don’t see how he’ll hold out. The sex will help cement his attachment, but Kate’s innate sweetness, along with her sense of right, her drive, her loyalty, and her heart will permanently ensnare him.

  I just have to convince her that the devotion we could share will be worth the personal price society will demand for the great sin of loving two men. Taylor wasn’t willing to pay it. After what Kate has been through, will she?

  Slowly, I withdraw, grimacing as I leave the snug clasp of her body. All I want to do is delve inside her again, but I need to think.

  With a hand still buried in the silk of Kate’s hair, Marcus hauls her up to stand on her knees and grips her jaw with the other. “Swallow.”

  With their gazes fused, she does. He drags his thumb across her mouth again, his eyes burning. Then he lowers his head and furiously consumes her mouth like he didn’t come less than a minute ago. Like he’s nowhere near done with her. Like he’ll never get enough.

  She softens against him, opening her arms and parting her lips in welcome. He takes everything she offers, then wrenches away, breaths heaving. “Is your pussy sore, baby girl?”

  “Never enough to say no.”

  Holy shit. Marcus wants her again? Already? Oh, yeah. He’s well on his way to being hooked.

  I try not to smile. “You want a condom, buddy?”

  “You on the pill?” he asks her.

  Kate shakes her head regretfully. “I can’t take it. I get sick.”

  That’s good news I didn’t expect. Once she commits and consents to start a family, we can get her pregnant immediately.

  Slow down, dude. She’s having a hot fling with two guys far away from the judgmental eyes of her family, coworkers, and society. There’s no guarantee she’s ever going to be your shared wife and the mother of your children.

  My inner id wants to tell my voice of caution to fuck right off.

  She blinks at me, her expression uneasy. Clearly, she needs reassurance, and Marcus looks too torqued up to soothe her.

  “We understand,” I promise, nuzzling her neck and skimming my hands down her warm body. The feel of her, the scent of sex, the memories of pleasure… It all combines to have more than my interest rising again. “Don’t we?”

  “It’s not a problem.” Marcus finally scrapes together the words she needs.