Montego Bay (Moresome International, Book One) (Multiple Partner Romance) by Demi Alex (9 page)

A sharp inhale of breath answered his question as I shook my head.

“It’ll be good. I promise. You’re so hot, so wet, and a little play will prepare you for more.” He slipped a long finger into my soaking channel, then pulled it back and pushed it immediately past the resistance of my virgin ass. I gasped before adjusting to the intrusion, then tensed, and lastly relaxed into the pleasure. He worked his finger in and out in the same rhythm his tongue had resumed.

Sweltering heat smoldered inside me, but I was aware of the mattress shifting. A hand stretched across my abdomen and covered my womb. Jake lowered his gaze, allowing me to turn and look up into brilliant blue eyes.

“Come for us,” Mark said, circling my clit with a gentle touch. “Now.”

He covered my mouth and swallowed the cries of pleasure that instantly burst from deep inside me at his request. My climax shattered through every cell in my body. Hands and lips caressed and encouraged me to climb higher and higher as every bit of control splintered and my limbs trembled with orgasmic liberation. I fought to stay alert and aware so I could enjoy every single mini-second of the gift my men had given me.

Staying close, Luca swirled his tongue in the valley between my breasts and Jake kissed the insides of my thighs, lowering my legs from his shoulders and onto the plush pillows as aftershocks of pleasure coursed through my veins.

“See, baby?” Mark pushed the damp hair back from my face. “You’re perfect.”

He stroked a soft touch over my back, and kissed me softly. I closed my eyes and snuggled against his chest, allowing the warmth of their bodies to keep me in the euphoric state.

Chapter Ten

Jake was the first to move. His lips lingered over the inside of my thigh, then settled on my core, and torturously meandered back to the curve by my knee before he lifted off the bed. I heard the water running in the adjacent bathroom, and realized he’d grumbled something about a cold shower.

Next, Luca announced that he was going to order a few late night snacks from room service. He kissed the curve of my shoulder, slow and sweet, and strolled from the room.

Mark and I remained, still entwined in each other’s arms, and a sense of lazy contentment settled in my core.

“I’ve dreamed of holding you, sexy and satiated, against me like this,” Mark whispered against my ear. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I nuzzled against the light sprinkling of dark hark on his chest, inhaling his fresh water scent.

“For changing the rules, baby. For stepping off the professional sidewalk and coming to Montego Bay as a woman. For finally making yourself available.” Mark cupped my chin and raised my face so I was looking into those spectacular eyes. “It was killing my self-control keeping my distance. Seeing you almost every day, experiencing withdrawal when I didn’t, and needing to honor your need for space was the most difficult thing I’ve ever endured.”

My pulse grew so strong and fast, I was certain Mark could feel my heart against his side.

He smiled, and brought his mouth within an inch from mine. “I know this isn’t easy for you, baby. And I know you’re confused about your feelings for us. But, I also know that I’m going to do everything in my power to keep you at my side on a permanent basis.”

“I’m here, Mark. I’m not going anywhere.”

He closed the small distance, and with a smile on his lips, he breathed against my mouth. “I know.” And then he kissed me. His tongue searched for and found entrance between my lips. His taste filled my senses and dizzied my mind, as determination flooded my being and made time still. I wanted this. I wanted him.

I’m not sure how long Mark kissed me, but a firm touch, and then a damp cloth on my hip, invited me to turn onto my back. Jake had returned, looking devastatingly handsome, and by the tenting of the white towel wrapped low on his hips, he was pleased with what he’d found. He’d watched Mark kiss me, watched me arch against one of his best friends, and his cock tented the terrycloth with approval.

“No amount of cold water is going to take care of this any longer,” Jake said, stroking a large hand over the towel and up his engorged cock. “But the shower did manage to buy you a few minutes to recuperate.” He gently parted my legs, fit the warm cloth between them and soothed the ache that had built there again. “You can’t imagine how hard it is to walk away from you for a single moment, but we’ve agreed to play fair and let you make your choice.”

“Yes,” Luca added, leaning a broad shoulder against the doorframe and some sort of sandwich wrap in his hand, his legs crossed in a casual manner. “We’ll play fair, but I promise you that I’m going to collect my personal due as well.” He took a bite of his snack, but didn’t break eye contact. “Going to bed with a raging hard-on is not my idea of getting a good night’s sleep, but you call the shots tonight.”

That was an enticing promise, and my sex pulsed in anticipation, even as confusion clouded my mind.

“You’re excited again, Bella. This pretty little pink pussy is swelling and getting wet. You want to be fucked. And personally, I can’t wait to fuck you,” Jake said, cleaning the moisture on my thighs. “Are you on the pill or do you want us to wear condoms?”

“What?” I asked in surprise.

“Bottom line is that we want to make sure you’re protected.” Mark ran a finger down my nose. “We’re all healthy. But we need to know if you are comfortable riding bareback.”

Bareback?

“This is an exclusive relationship, and no one but the three of us will touch you. No one. Do you need us to use condoms?” Jake studied my face, waiting only a beat for the answer. “Bella?”

“No,” I breathed. Exclusive relationship with my three men. The words and the concept were—well—you could say a complete oxymoron. “You mean you haven’t been with anyone else?”

“We never claimed we were celibate. That would be a lie,” Mark said, shifting a little, but continuing to caress the back of my neck.

Luca jammed the remainder of his wrap into his mouth and walked over to stand by the bed. He reached down and wound a strand of my hair around his finger, cupping my cheek so I could look directly at him. “Sweetheart, we’re men. Men with ravenous appetites for sex. Yes, there were other women. But when you unknowingly hung that available sign on your chest, things changed.”

“It’s been months of self-imposed celibacy for us,” Jake said, a slow chuckle coming from his throat. “Honestly, it would have been disrespectful to any partner, because it would have no possibility for anything whatsoever to come from a couple of physical rendezvous. Once we knew there was an opportunity to have you, there could be no simple fucks, and no other woman. There has been no other woman.”

Too much. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it all. They wanted me. They’d abstained from sex because of a possibility of something with me. They were three. I was one. My body stiffened and my fingers curled into a fist. How was this going to work? How was I going to choose one without hurting the others? Even more importantly, would my heart survive if I lost any of them?

“Enough.” Mark raised a hand to stop the conversation, and tightened his other arm around me. “Don’t pull away, baby. I’ve known you for a long time, and I know that lovely mind of yours is worried about how this is going to work out and with whom. But
do not
worry. Like I said, we’ll honor any decision you make. In the meantime, you’re our priority. Explore your fantasies. Indulge in the pleasure. We will accept your choice.”

Both Luca and Jake nodded in agreement.

“It is Montego Bay,” Luca said, a slow playful grin spreading over his handsome face.

“Hedonism at its best,” Jake said. His fingers replaced the washcloth between my legs, and he smiled as he felt my wet response. “You have the sweetest and most beautiful body, Bella. I’m going to push you.
We
’re going to push you. And your body clearly likes the idea.” He slipped a finger inside and I moaned.

“Your every desire will be met and will fuel only more desires.” Luca lowered his zipper and freed his erection, fisting the impressive length at the base.

He was hard and large. Perhaps too large. I’d never seen such a beautiful cock— long, thick, pink flesh, lined with dark veins, and a handsome head glistening with a drop of his excitement. My mouth went dry with the possibilities.

“There’s no backing down now, sweetheart. I—we—won’t allow it.”

My nerves shifted back on overdrive. My breathing grew rapid. Jake closed his fingers around my ankles, shackling my feet as he pulled me down the bed, and settled my ass on the edge of the mattress.

“Discussion over. It’s time for you to come with a man deep inside you.”

“It’s her choice,” Mark growled, curving a protective hand in front of me. “They want you. I want you. But, it’s your choice.”

I flinched at the tone of his words and covered my face to hide the tears building in my eyes. No matter how wonderful and right it had felt to be with them—all of them—a few minutes earlier, I’d made a horrible mistake. I worried my lower lip and shook my head.

I could never choose.

Rising from the bed, Mark left my side and stood next to Jake and Luca. Alone on the bed, I grew cold, exposed, and naked for the selfish woman I had proven to be earlier. The icy dread in the center of my chest chilled my soul and I knew I couldn’t handle the situation. It was simply too much.

“I’m leaving,” I managed, searching for the discarded sheet to wrap around my body. “It was wrong for me to come here. Wrong.” They stood on the bed linens, and I couldn’t pull them free to wrap myself in them. Tears broke the damn of my control and my chest heaved with loud and ugly sobs. “I’m so sorry. It’s not just sex, and it’s impossible to pretend it doesn’t hurt. I’m sorry. Really. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“Baby,” Mark said, dropping to his knees and pulling me into his embrace. “Don’t go. Don’t leave us now. Don’t give up on us.”

I buried my face against his shoulder and held my breath, trying in vain to stop the tears. But the despair was inevitable. My heart ached. I was mortified and certain that they would think me a fool for crying.

Mark’s hands worked along my back, soothing the tension and slowing my sobs.

“Never be sorry. I’m not. We’re not.” Jake squatted beside Mark and lowered to my eye level. He reached over Mark’s broad shoulder and cupped the side of my face. “And we’ll make this right. I promise.”

“Me, too.” Luca stroked the top of my head, and bent to kiss my forehead. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you were ready.”

“Your body responded to us, and we got carried away.” Jake tapped my cheek and I returned my gaze to his dark eyes. His thumb wiped at my tears. “We’ve waited for you this long. We’ll wait as long as you need.”

The pain of knowing these feelings couldn’t last swelled in my throat and refused to let any oxygen reach my lungs. One guy, like any of my guys, was impossible to find. Most women weren’t aware that such wonder even existed. Worrying my tired lip, I dropped my face back to Mark’s chest and clenched my fists between us. “I can’t. I don’t...”

Mark held me tighter, breathing softly, as his hands soothed my back. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”

The mattress dipped on either side of my shaking body and more hands comforted my back and massaged my nape. When my embarrassing and hysterical crying fit subsided, I realized a sheet had been draped over my shoulders, and Luca and Jake were seated next to me, while Mark had remained kneeling before me.

I wasn’t sure how long we sat there, or how long it took for the sniffles that kept escaping to abate, but I knew beyond any doubt that I could never do a single thing to threaten the bond of tremendous friendship these men shared. They were so close, such a spectacular team, and I was not going to hurt anyone of them.

“Don’t worry about us, Bella. We’re big boys.”

I hadn’t spoken aloud, but I must have been so obvious with my thoughts, because Jake had just answered my mental objection. He seemed to have a true talent for reading my mind.

“We know how to share, and we play well together,” Luca added, rubbing my upper arm and settling a chaste kiss on my head. “We’ll deal.”

“Give us this week,” Mark said, his blue gaze searching my face. “One week, baby.”

I didn’t know how to respond. Being with these men was a fantasy come true, but it was my fantasy. And my dream was their nightmare.

“Trust us?” Jake asked.

I looked from one handsome face to the other, and knew that I trusted them completely. The problem was that I didn’t trust myself. However, Jake’s question was specific. I nodded my acceptance.

The men exchanged looks, and there was no mistaking their silent communication. I tried to decipher their thoughts, but could only see their relief.

“Good. With all this out in the open, it’ll make things easier for now. No need for hasty decisions, and absolutely no judgment or guilt.” Luca dropped his hand from my arm, stood, and gathered a plush robe that was draped over a chair. “I know you’re going to say you’re not hungry. But even if you don’t feel like eating, you need to keep your strength up. Let’s get some orange juice into you.”

He held the robe for me, his long arms open in a patient stretch, much like a matador enticing a bull to charge. But, I was no bull. Timid thoughts and self-doubt filled me, so I tugged the sheet closer and brought my knees to my chest.

“There is no need for retreat. You’re in our hands now and we’ll make sure you’re all right. Go on, Lorabella.” Mark rubbed my thigh, then rose to his full height, his authority negating any hesitancy. “You need the nutrition. We have plenty of time for anything and everything else.”

Jake squeezed my shoulder, and with his arm wrapped around me, securing the sheet over my naked body, he helped me to my feet. He walked me into Luca’s embrace and kissed the side of my head. “Mark is right. Trust us.”

Chapter Eleven