Island Idyll (9 page)

“It seems we have a problem.” Ben sounded…sad? Dismayed? Determined? “A big problem. But,” he murmured, as if he didn’t want to say what he was about to, “I may just have a solution.”

Ben was a strategist at heart. Planning was his forte: setting goals and exploring different avenues to achieve those goals. Mapping out every possible course of action and every possible repercussion. It was what gave him the edge at work. Made him succeed time and time again.

Over the last three months, he’d had one primary goal: winning Sienna back. He’d done what he did in any complex situation. Examined the situation, assessed the shortcomings, outlined his goals and priorities, and then set his plan in motion.

Which was why after four weeks of heavy negotiation, Ben now stood at Sienna’s feet, begging her to come home. But he’d made a fatal error. He’d failed to take all the variables of their break-up into account. Ben hadn’t anticipated Sienna would meet another man this quickly.

Now he had no choice. He had to restrategize, and he had to do it on the spot, under pressure. And the worst part of all? Plan B had to include that other man.

Did he want to share Sienna with Josh?
Fuck, no.

Did he want to lose her to him?
Again, no.

But Sienna wasn’t letting go of Josh anytime soon. She’d made that perfectly clear. The only solution? Compromise. Work with Josh rather than risk losing the woman he loved.

Damn it, he could barely breathe as he looked at her. As he considered sharing her. Love for Sienna welled in his chest, constricting his lungs and his heartbeat.

She’d lost weight, felt different in his arms. But she still smelled like the woman he loved. Like roses in summer. Like a breath of fresh air. With her he felt like a whole man and not the hollow ghost he’d become after she left.

What kind of an idiot had he been letting her get away? How could he have been so involved with work that he’d failed to notice just how discontented Sienna had become?

He’d taken her for granted. Assumed she’d be there through thick and thin. Assumed, that like him, she was in it for life.

He’d failed to see that the life he’d promised her was not the life they were leading. He’d failed to see that while he flourished and grew in his job, she shriveled and faded in their home.

She’d tried to make it work. Begged him to spend time with her. Begged him to reduce his hours. Begged him for a holiday. A weekend. An evening. An hour.

He hadn’t given it to her. Any of it. Selfishly assuming she was as content as he.

Her graphic design business was thriving, therefore she should be thriving. Only she wasn’t. She was withering. Dying inside. And so was their relationship.

Coming home to Sienna at the end of every day was coming home to a little piece of heaven. Coming home to an empty flat was a vicious, cold shock that chilled Ben to the bone. Flayed him. Beat him senseless. Or maybe, finally beat some sense into him.

Life without Sienna was not a life worth living. She was his life, his everything. He needed her back. Needed her like he needed air.

The woman he loved had come to life tonight. Electrified the very air he breathed. Only she’d come to life at another man’s touch—or imagined touch—and the comprehension nearly brought him to his knees.

Sienna, coming for someone else. Sienna, orgasming with someone else. Sienna, moaning another man’s name.

Fuck, it hurt. Burned so bad, Ben knew there’d be scars.

But it didn’t change the fact that for the first time in almost a year, Sienna was the same wildfire she’d been before Ben had destroyed her happiness. And if Josh Whatever-his-name-was was responsible, so be it. Ben wasn’t above using him to get what he wanted: Sienna.

He’d had to do a quick recon and alteration of his strategy, but so be it.

Quietly and calmly, Ben outlined his plan.

Not so quietly or calmly, Sienna jumped out of his arms. She stood on her own two feet, her jaw hanging open in disbelief. “All three of us?” she squeaked.

Although every muscle in his body yelled at him not to, Ben nodded, answering Sienna’s question. “All three of us.”

“At the same time?” Another squeak.

“That depends. Are you going to let him—”
use his name, show respect,
“—
Josh
walk away just because I’ve come to the island?” Ben fervently prayed the answer would be yes but knew better.

Sienna studied Ben for a long moment before shaking her head. “No.”

“Then, yes,” Ben said serenely, although that was about the last thing he felt. Jealous, aroused, angry, frustrated, desperate… “At the same time.”

She must have reached out behind her to touch Josh, because the other man, who currently stood leaning against the bench, his butt resting on the side and his arms crossed over his chest, reached one hand out to her. “I’m right behind you, princess.”

Sienna’s shoulders seemed to lose their tension.

Christ, Josh spoke with such confidence, such composure, if Ben were Sienna he’d also feel reassured.

But he wasn’t Sienna. He was Sienna’s fiancé—damn it all,
ex
-fiancé—and he was facing her current lover. Ben didn’t know Josh, but he hated the guy. Hated him with a fierce repugnance that made bile rise in his throat. If he could hit him, he would. Without a second thought. Pound the crap out of him. But Sienna would despise him for it, and Sienna already despised him enough.

Her relaxation at Josh’s reassurance was exactly what Ben had considered when he’d made his absurd suggestion. The obvious attraction and comfort that flared between the woman he loved and a man he despised.

He shouldn’t be aroused, but thinking about Sienna between himself and Josh, both of them fucking her, had his skin tingling.

It wasn’t just about the threesome. It was about Sienna. About getting inside her again. Becoming a part of her again. Making her a part of him again.

It was about making love to her so he could make her love him again.

Damn it, he needed her love. Depended on it. He wasn’t the same without Sienna.

“Y-you’d be willing to share me?” Sienna’s voice quavered with emotion.

What was he hearing? Disbelief? Hurt? Shock? Excitement?

Yep, that about summed it up.

Ben braced his shoulders. “Forever? No.”
No fucking way.
“For a night? Yes.” For a night he could deal. He could enjoy—maybe. Most importantly he could convince Sienna Josh wasn’t right for her.

Ben was.

“I…” Her voice trailed off. She raised her free hand in the air, dropped it and shrugged helplessly.

“I know this is hard for you, Si,” Ben soothed. “I know you didn’t expect me to appear on the island.” He’d shocked the hell out of her, no doubt about it. “And I know you’re—” Shit, he couldn’t say it without almost choking. “I know you’re trying to move on. But please. Give us a chance. Give me a chance. Don’t throw away eight years without at least trying one more time.”

She gaped at him. “And my sleeping with you and Josh, at the same time, will be giving us a chance how, exactly?”

Fair enough question. “You like him. I can see that.” It made Ben want to kill the other man. Want to wrap his fingers around Josh’s neck and squeeze. Hard. “Asking you to give him up would probably make you hate me.”

He took a deep breath, tried his damndest to prevent Sienna from seeing how much his suggestion actually worried him. How threatened Josh made him feel. “I won’t ask that of you, Si. So this is an alternative. A good one. Take us both. Have us both. At the same time. Compare. See which of us makes you happier. Decide which of us you want more. This way, you hold the power. It’ll be in your hands, completely. He…
Josh
and I will be at your mercy. We’ll do whatever you want.” He lowered his tone, keeping his voice husky, the way he knew always turned Sienna on. “We’ll fuck you however you want us to. We’ll make you come however many times you need to come.” Sienna came a lot. For her, foreplay and sex were never about chasing that one big climax. It was all about a series of small explosions. One quick orgasm followed by another and another and another. “We will cater to your every whim and fantasy, be whatever you want us to be, so you can make a decision.”

“That’s quite an offer you’re making on my behalf,” Josh said softly, dangerously.

Ben shifted his gaze from Sienna to Josh. The man looked…lethal.

Ben raised a brow. Legally, he couldn’t strangle the guy, but he could fight him on a different level. “You don’t want to cater to her every whim and fantasy?” he asked pleasantly.

“Are those Sienna’s whims and fantasies you’re talking about, or your own?” Josh asked, just as suavely.

“My fantasies of Sienna have never included a third wheel.” Ben gave him an agreeable smile. “My feelings for her, however, insist I consider it for the first time.”

“Your…feelings?” Josh prompted.

“I love her, she loves me.” No denying that. Josh would have heard her say it out loud just moments ago. “I won’t leave here without knowing I’ve done everything in my power to get her back.” He twisted his lips in a frown, couldn’t help himself. “But you’re not backing off either, and Sienna doesn’t want you to go anywhere.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Which leaves one, two, three of us,” Ben counted off on his fingers. “A threesome.”

“That’s assuming I want to have a threesome with you,” Josh said, just as dangerously as before.

Screw the gentleman act. “Mate, you had your dick buried against my fiancée’s naked ass, while she kissed
me
. You and I both know that had Sienna given you the okay, you would have buried it
inside
her ass without a second thought. So don’t feed me your crap about me and threesomes.”

Sienna moaned softly between them.

Ben diverted his attention back to her, ran his hand over her cheek. Her skin burned, heat seeped into his palm.

Aroused. Sienna was aroused.

“You like that idea, don’t you, baby? The thought of Josh buried in your ass?”

She didn’t answer, but her breath quickened.

Hell, yeah, she liked the idea. “Now imagine Josh buried in your ass—and me sliding into your pussy.”

She whimpered.

Blood flowed straight to his cock, so fast it made him dizzy. If Sienna wasn’t the most responsive lover imaginable, the most open-minded… There wasn’t a single suggestion he’d made she’d rejected. No, she’d taken every one of them and run with it.

Toys? Hell, yeah.

Blowjobs in change rooms? More than a few times.

A quickie in the garden at a dinner party? Okay, only twice.

Dress-up? Sienna liked the schoolteacher outfit the most.

She’d even been willing to try a little BDSM but had laughed too much for that to be successful. They’d enjoyed the props they’d purchased for the attempt though. The restraints and the whips and the feathers. Enjoyed them thoroughly. And regularly.

The suggestion of a threesome? Not something he’d have ever made to her before. But times had changed. Circumstances were different.

Sienna wasn’t. She was willing to run with it, just like she’d been willing to run with the other suggestions. Willing and excited.

“Imagine Josh in your ass while I lick your pussy,” he told her softly. “Or me in your ass while he licks your pussy.” Jesus, he wanted to be in her ass. And in her pussy. Wanted to lick her clit. Taste her cream. He didn’t care who else was there, so long as Sienna was aroused. So long as Sienna wanted him there.

Okay, so he did care who else was there, and under other circumstances he wouldn’t allow another man near her. But tonight…just tonight, he’d do whatever it took to get back into bed with Sienna.

“Do you want that, princess?” Josh had stolen closer without Ben realizing it. “You want me to make love to you at the same time as Ben does?”

Sienna began to shake. Full-on tremors racked her body. Sienna only shook like this when she was fully turned on and trying to repress it.

“D-do you?” she asked Josh, her voice a breathless rasp.

“I want
you
, princess. You know that. So if this is what you want, then…” He hesitated, squared his shoulders. “Then I’m willing to try it.” He stepped even closer. “But it has to be your call.”

Sienna didn’t answer, but she shuddered violently beneath Ben’s hand.

Seconds ticked past. Sienna shuddered again.

“Is it what you want, baby?” Ben asked.

In answer, she reached for his hand, which still rested on her cheek, and pulled it downward. Without saying a word, she lowered his hand to her thigh, then pushed it up under her skirt.

Ben needed no further urging. He shoved her thong aside and slid his finger over her clit.

Sienna whimpered out loud, her body a quivering mess.

He slid the same digit deep inside her, or tried to anyway. What he didn’t expect, was to find another finger already in there.

Josh!

Ben looked at Josh. Josh looked at Ben.

Fuck, he hated the man.
Hated him
.

Josh pulled out of Sienna. So did Ben.

The hatred did not stop the heat that filled Ben’s balls. Did not slow the flow of blood to his cock.

Josh pushed back inside. Ben did the same, matching his pace to Josh’s. He didn’t mean to match his pace, but for Sienna’s sake it was a good thing.

Josh must have realized it as well, because before he slid his finger out again, he nodded once at Ben, prompting him.

They moved together.

Sienna yelped, the sound yanking on Ben’s dick, making it even harder—if that were possible.

Together, he and Josh dipped back inside Sienna, then withdrew. Once, twice, more.

“You doing okay, baby?” Ben asked.

He needn’t have bothered. Sienna’s pussy was soaked through. Her skin was covered in goose bumps and her breath was coming a million miles an hour. Just like it always did when she was on the verge of orgasming.

“Is this what you want, princess?”

“Yes. God, yes!” And with that, Sienna came, emitting a soft wail as she convulsed. The walls of her pussy clamped around the two fingers inside her, trapping them there, together.