Montego Bay (Moresome International, Book One) (Multiple Partner Romance) by Demi Alex (8 page)

I stared into his determined eyes, knowing that our relationship had changed, and knowing that I’d underestimated Mark’s understanding of my heart.

“Breathe,” he instructed, placing his hand over my heart and jumpstarting it with his heat.

“On your first day of work, I walked into Mark’s office and echoed his exact sentiments,” Jake added. “But you were with that jackass. Neither one of us could have you.”

“I wanted to know why Mark had hired you,” Luca said. “I may have not been an attorney at that time, but the temptation of having you in such proximity on a daily basis had lawsuit written all over it.” He sat on the couch, closest to where my feet were, and unbuckled my sandals. Dropping them to the floor, he ran his hands beneath the soles of my feet and massaged each of my toes as he spoke. “Like Mark said, when the asshole was out of the picture, you were wounded. Not ready for a relationship. And we had our own problem. We each wanted a relationship with
you
.”

Damn. It wasn’t a one-way street. They felt it, too.

“Even more of a problem was the fact that we couldn’t decipher your feelings,” Jake said, handing me a fresh bottle of water and sliding his palm down the side of my face. “Once things had settled for you, it seemed like we got crossed signals. There were times when I knew you and I were meant—

“But so did I,” Luca interjected.

“As I did,” Mark finished. “We accepted it and once again waited for you to sort through those feelings. The three of us have been friends since we were kids, and we weren’t about to make a mistake with the woman who was meant for one of us.” He closed his fingers around my fist and raised it to his lips.

“We all wanted you. Want you.”

“We agreed to let you choose and to respect your choice.”

“But,” Mark said forcefully, “You chose to come here and explore your sexuality. I’m not letting you do that with any other man. It’s going to be one of us. We’re not letting you go.”

My mind fought to process their words quickly, but the loud thumping of my heart interfered. Overwhelmed by not only their presence, but with the information on their feelings and intentions, I rubbed my fingers on my temples and attempted to smooth the lines I knew had formed on my forehead. “I don’t know.”

“I know,” Mark said. “There is no other choice, Lora. It’s one of us three.”

I shook my head, worrying my lips. “That’s not what I mean. For years, I’ve grown more attached to each of you. You’re the most amazing men I’ve ever met. I don’t want to make a mistake and screw this up.”

“You can’t screw this up, Bella. We’re all here because of you.”

“What if I can’t choose?”

The muscle by Mark’s temple twitched. His intense blue gaze studied me, but he didn’t speak. He held me, stroked long fingers over my bare skin, and then finally bent to place a kiss on my forehead. “It’s okay, baby. We don’t want you to feel pressured. We’re here for the week to help you decide. You do what your heart desires, as long as it’s with us. We have all agreed to deal with our feelings of the outcome.”

“Don’t choose,” Jake emphasized, taking my hand between his palms. “Give us each a chance to show you how we feel and let you discover how you feel. You’ll know when it’s right with one of us.”

How the Hell was I supposed to know? Luca, Mark, and Jake all felt right. All made my body hum and my heart swell with pleasure. “And what if it’s all of you?”

“Then you’ll be a busy lady,” Luca said, a smile turning up the side of his mouth. “We have rather healthy sexual appetites, and you sweetheart, will be facing all three of us. You’re going to be very tired until you decide.”

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. I had an opportunity women only dreamed of with these very attractive, ultra-testosterone filled, men, and I didn’t have the tools to please any of them. “I’m frigid. I’m not good at making love.”

“What?” A storm brewed in Mark’s eyes, and his fingers pressed into my hips. “Who the fuck fed you that lie?”

“It’s not a lie,” I whispered, looking at my pink toenails. “I’ve never had an orgasm with a man. I’m not a sensual woman.”

“Oh, sweetheart. That’s just bull. You’re far from frigid,” Luca said. “You went up in flames from just a tiny bit of play a few minutes ago. Trust me, I was there.” He smiled and gave me a knowing wink. “Your heat scorched a direct path to my groin, and I thought we’d never make it back to the suite if you kept responding the way you did.”

Little butterflies celebrated in my stomach, and I couldn’t contain the happy dance. Warmth flooded my body and a sense of longing for more filled me.

Luca stood in front of Mark and held out his arms. “Give her to me, please.”

Mark swallowed past his Adam’s apple, breathing heavy and deep, but didn’t release me.

“Come on, Mark. Give her to me,” Luca repeated, still holding out his arms. “She can’t go on believing it’s her. I’m going to put an end to that lie, and prove it was the fucking asshole that had the problem. Not. You. Sweetheart, you’re beautiful, sensual, and are absolutely going to climax. In fact, I consider it an honor to be your first.”

I blinked back the humiliation. There was no way to make this okay.

“Now that I know, I’m going to make it right for you. Better. And Mark and Jake can be with us, if you prefer. Your pleasure is what matters.”

I must have looked shocked, because they all stopped talking and stared at me. Realizing I was holding my breath, I forced a quick inhale. Luca was willing to let Mark and Jake watch, to be there, to do anything I wanted. My pleasure was what mattered.

“What happens here, stays here,” Jake added. “When we return to New York, only the relationship with the one you choose will have changed. The other two will love and respect you as we always have. Trust us to treat you right.”

“I found you. You’re my responsibility, and I’ll make it right.” Mark rose to his feet. Testosterone bounced off the walls of the spacious suite as each of the men gathered around me. “I’ll carry her to the bedroom. We all decided a long time ago that Lora is worth anything it takes. No judgment. No fall out. Baby,” he said, looking down at me, “let your heart and body lead. Trust us.”

“Together?” I bit my lower lip to keep it from trembling, but once Mark had straightened, Jake reached across and tapped it with his finger.

“If that's what you want,” Jake replied. “Don’t worry those lips before you need to, Bella. We have plans for them. No frowns or distress, either. You don’t need to decide anything right now. We know what to do.”

I was glad someone knew what to do, because my body and mind were so confused. However, I couldn’t deny the need I had for them. I wouldn’t.

“Yes,” I breathed, closing my eyes and surrendering to my fantasy men for a week in Montego Bay.

Chapter Nine

Never before had I turned control over to a single person, and I’d just relinquished my body to three men at once.

Luca walked ahead, opening the door for us to enter the room with the king-sized bed in the middle. Jake followed and dragged the bedspread to the floor. They silently arranged the pillows in the center of the mattress, leaving only one at the top.

“You are so beautiful,” Mark rasped, lowering me over the hard surface of his torso until my feet met the floor. He then turned me in his arms, maintaining the sizzling contact as he pressed against my back.

Jake’s appreciative gaze traveled from my bare feet, over my sundress, and settled on my mouth. “Beautiful,” he repeated.

“I concur,” Luca added. He stepped forward and cupped my face with both palms, then he kissed me softly and ran his hands slowly down my sides, bunching the material of my dress in his hold. “But it’s time for this dainty little pink thing to disappear.

Moving in synchronized precision, Luca lifted the dress while Mark raised my arms over my head. The air-conditioned breeze hit my naked skin, but the heat beneath it continued. Jake took my hand and pulled me from between the two men. In the small amount of time they’d removed my sundress, Luca managed to lose his clothes and sit on the edge of the bed, sporting a very impressive erection.

Jake looped his thumbs beneath the lace of my thong and lowered it past my hips, torturously splaying his fingers over the outer part of my thighs and down my legs. With my panties around my ankles, my most private parts were barely private any longer because of the recent waxing. Barely, because I’d thankfully chosen a French over a Brazilian wax, so a small amount of hair marked my mound.

He knelt and reached for the pale pink underwear. “Step out of your panties.”

I did as instructed, and Jake tossed the lace across the room. He returned his hands to my hips, settled his large palms on the curves, and spread his fingers over my backside. With his face mere inches from my pussy, he looked up my body and his dark gaze settled on my eyes with a challenging purpose.

“Spread your legs, Bella.”

Too weak to trust my own strength, I placed a hand on his shoulder for support and moved my legs further apart. The hands, which had been gripping my hips, moved low and then trailed up and down the inside of my thighs, coming close, but never touching the ache between them. Tingles danced beneath his fingertips, and I so wanted him to touch me. Touch me there.

Instead, Jake brought the tip of his nose to the little landing strip of hair that remained on my mound and rubbed over it. His tongue flicked over the soft skin on either side. “I’m going to take you in every way imaginable, Bella. Your beautiful pussy. Your lush mouth. And your little ass. But first, I need your sweetness on my tongue.”

Moist heat coated my channel and slipped between swollen folds, wetting the insides of my thighs. His words stoked the flames inside my core with the images he painted. I shifted and brought my legs together.

“Do not hide from me,” Jake said, a stern reprimand in his voice. He twisted one hand and pushed at my thigh. “Never hide.”

Shaken, I inched my feet along the cool tile and as I made space between my thighs, he moved a closed fist up my legs until his knuckles fit against my wet excitement. Jake’s controlled tenderness was gone, and in its place was a demanding need for fiery contact that had me shivering with anticipation.

“Wider,” he instructed, and when I responded to his liking, he found my throbbing clit with his thumb, rubbing over it until a moan escaped my lips. “You may be temptation on legs, Bella, but I have an unbeatable resolve. You will only be rewarded when you do as you’re told. Understand?”

My breathing heavy, I licked my dry lips and nodded. Jake’s authority stole my power and left me vulnerable and at his mercy. I hadn’t expected this. Even more, I hadn’t expected the way my body surrendered at his command and went liquid beneath his touch.

His thumb stilled, but remained at my nub. “Say it.”

“Yes,” I breathed, letting out a slow hiss and digging my fingers into his shoulders. My legs trembled, and I wondered if they’d be able to hold me when Jake eased the pressure of his fist and slid his fingers along the length of my folds to the entrance of my pussy.

Up. Down. Back and forth. He slipped two fingers into my wet center and thrust deep, stretching and filling me with pleasure as I clenched around him in a greedy need for more.

With his fingers pumping into me, my feet left the floor. I was lifted by strong arms and placed on the bed. Jake ordered me to continue looking at him, as Luca guided my back until my head rested on the pillow. My knees were bent, and my feet placed flat on the mattress. I watched Jake thrust his thick fingers between my thighs, sinking into my channel and emerging shiny with my desire.

“Your scent is driving me mad,” Jake groaned, using each finger in turn and spreading my juices over my waxed skin as if playing a musical instrument. “Touch your breasts, Bella. Prepare those tips to be sucked.”

I cupped the tender flesh of my chest and teased my aching nipples, but my touch did nothing to ease the need. I wanted them kissed.

Moisture pulsed through my core, and my hips bucked with the sensation. Jake dropped his face between my legs, and pulled out his fingers. His hand caressed down one thigh, while the other pushed on my knee. “Watch. Don’t close your eyes.”

Damn, with the way he was making me feel, I’d do anything he wanted. I rolled my nipples, lifted my ass off the bed, and watched as he fit his demanding mouth to my once private place. His tongue licked along the swollen seam to my clit, playing with the sensitive collection of nerves until it became difficult for me to breathe. He delved inside my pussy, lapping at my excitement, and making my sanity swim in ecstasy. Strong and sure, his tongue stroked away any intimate resistance, and built a rapture of need within my body, encouraging me to accept the pleasure.

Heat spread and sweat beaded on my skin. Cool breath fanned over my chest and Luca pushed my hands away as he lowered his head to my breast. He sucked a straining nipple into his mouth, his tongue licking over the peak before nipping lightly around the edge. He rolled the other nipple between his thumb and finger, pinching erotically each time his teeth grazed the one he suckled.

Jake’s arms looped around my legs, which were over his shoulders, as his hands supported my ass in the air so he could reach the sensitive flesh buried deep within me. He held me high so I could continue to watch him as my fingers tangled in Luca’s hair and held him at my breasts. I stared at the contentment Jake’s eyes displayed because I’d managed to follow his directions as he feasted on my arousal, and wished I could give them as much pleasure.

My chest grew incredibly heavy and the passion between my legs burned. Jake spread my cream to the tight entrance of my anus and lubricated the tiny muscle. In one breath, everything pulsed and throbbed. In the next, it strained and sizzled. The sensations were so overwhelming that I was certain that my body would implode with its demand for release if I couldn’t climax.

Jake lifted his mouth. “Have you been taken in the ass before, Bella?”