Island Idyll: Bandicoot Cove, Book 3 Page 9

  Ben.

  Ben was back. Where he was supposed to be. Where he should always have been. Where he belonged.

  Inside her.

  The sense of familiarity was so overwhelming, tears filled her eyes, and one slipped out before she could stop it. She tightened her mouth around Josh, tried to give to him as much intense pleasure as Ben gave her, but she knew it was a losing battle when the walls of her pussy began to convulse and bliss blinded her momentarily.

  How many times had she come already? How could she possibly come again? Her body should be worn out. Overwhelmed. Pleasured beyond human capacity.

  Apparently it wasn’t, as Sienna witnessed not half a minute later.

  Something cold, wet and slippery touched her bottom, and with Josh still in her mouth and Ben still in her pussy, a finger slipped past the tight muscles of her anus and into her ass.

  She shuddered in ecstasy.

  “Jesus, Si, I have to have you here. Have to take you.” Ben pulled his finger from her ass and his dick from her pussy. When he pressed back close, it was his cock at her ass.

  Had she not been near mindless and muscle-less from the seven thousand preceding orgasms, Ben’s thrust might have hurt. It didn’t. Mild discomfort was all she felt before he seated himself fully inside her ass. They’d made love like this too many times before for his actions to be painful.

  This time however, Sienna knew it would not have been half as good if Josh’s cock were not in her mouth. If he wasn’t leaking copious amounts of delicious precome. She would not have been aroused even a quarter as much.

  The taste of him, the feel of him, the knowledge that he hadn’t walked away when Ben popped up so unexpectedly, warmed her heart. Filled her belly with a gazillion butterflies. And suddenly she didn’t want just Ben inside her. She wanted Josh there too. Needed him there.

  Kissing his shaft ever so wickedly, she looked up at him again. “Josh,” she rasped, her throat almost incapable of forming the words.

  “Princess,” he rasped right back.

  “Make love to me. Please.” She’d meant to tease him with her words, tempt him, but the longing in her voice echoed through her ears.

  He bit his lip. “You sure you want this? You want us both?”

  “One hundred percent sure.” She might well die if he didn’t make love to her right now.

  Josh nodded. Slowly. Like Ben thrust. Slowly.

  “Condoms are next to the bed,” Ben said.

  Josh nodded again. He knew. He’d left them there earlier. Sienna watched him reach over for a packet, tear it open and roll the condom over his shaft. She had a bird’s-eye view. Josh pumped his hand up and down said shaft in time to Ben’s thrusts inside her.

  The sight was so incredibly arousing, a gush of cream pooled in her pussy.

  Dear God, how could she be more aroused than she already was? How could she want more than Ben was giving her?

  How could she want them both?

  She didn’t have any answers. She just knew she did.

  “Fuck me, Josh,” she pleaded, not wanting to wait one more second to get his cock inside her.

  She should be nervous. Should be worried. He was bigger than Ben. Significantly bigger. And Ben was already inside her. Filling her ass. How could she take Josh in as well?

  The question was, how could she not? Her pussy felt empty. Achy. Hollow. Something was missing.

  Josh was missing. She pulled at his legs, insisting he shuffle down the bed, inserting himself beneath her. It took a couple seconds of awkward maneuvering, all three of them seeking a more comfortable position, but finally he was there. Under her. His mouth level with hers, his dick below her pussy. And Ben was behind her, inside her.

  Josh hadn’t let go of his shaft, she realized. His hand was still wrapped around it, and he used that hand to tap the tip of his cock on her clit.

  Holy fuck. That felt unbelievable.

  “Kiss me,” she demanded, and dropped her mouth to his before he could object.

  He didn’t try. He simply met her mouth with his, let his tongue seek entry between her lips, and kissed her so sweetly, another tear slipped from her eye.

  The island air spun its magic web around them.

  Ben ran his hand over her back, a feathery tingle down her spine. He thrust into her, over and over, his balls bouncing against her pussy. God, her entire pussy pulsed. Her ass too. A million nerve endings had awoken from deep slumber, just for this moment.

  Josh used his hand to glide his cock over her clit, stroking it over and over. It swelled beneath his touch, beneath his cock. Tingled. Shuddered. Exploded.

  The cream in her pussy gushed out, soaking Josh’s shaft. Her ass clamped around Ben’s dick, and Ben swore loudly as he groaned in pleasure.

  While her pussy still pulsed, Josh guided himself to her entrance and pushed inside. He stopped halfway in, panting. His eyes were closed, his mouth clenched in concentration.

  “Oh, God. Oh, God,” Sienna mumbled, mindless. So much pleasure. So much bliss. It was like a frenzy of orgasms for her.

  Full. So full.

  Josh thrust into her, his hips coming off the bed.

  Ben gasped.

  Full, so very, very full. She couldn’t move. Didn’t try.

  “Holy fuck! Josh. Do that again.” It wasn’t Sienna who moaned the plea. It was Ben.

  “Anything for her,” Josh groaned. “Anything.” He drove into her, seating himself fully inside her.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Ben rasped hoarsely. He leaned over and kissed her neck.

  Sienna felt his action deep, deep, deep inside. So did Josh. He moaned the second Ben moved.

  Both of them were seated fully inside her.

  Full, so full. So good. Oh, God, so good!

  “Your go,” Josh told Ben, just a second before he took Sienna’s mouth, jut a second before Ben withdrew from her ass. As he began to pump back inside her, Josh withdrew, filling her again only when Ben pulled out.

  God, they were fucking her in rhythm, filling her one at a time. In her entire life, Sienna had never been more aroused, more alive. She had never experienced such bone-deep pleasure. Had the world ended right then, Sienna would die a contented, happy woman.

  But the world didn’t end. It continued to electrify and stimulate, continued to provide rapture beyond her wildest dreams.

  Josh’s lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth. Ben’s hands on her hips, his lips leaving soft kisses down her spine.

  Whether they made love to her for a minute or an hour Sienna couldn’t tell. Time lost meaning. Her world became a multihued mass of color, reds and greens, violets and pinks, purples and blues, all exploding behind her eyelids.

  It was Ben’s shout of surrender that made her eyes open.

  “Coming,” he yelled. “God, help me, I’m coming.” He jerked behind her, buried himself in her ass and stilled for a second before his dick began to pump inside her. Over and over, emptying itself. “Hard. Coming so fucking hard,” Ben gasped.

  Josh continued to fuck her, his thrusts faster than before, deeper.

  “Josh, fu-u-uck—” Ben groaned, digging his fingers into her sides. “Si! Feels…so…good.” He put his mouth to her throat and sucked intently.

  Blood roared in her ears. Josh’s movements inside her felt as good to Ben as they did to Sienna? Lord, the knowledge melted her insides, made her go all gooey.

  “Princess,” Josh moaned, pounding into her. He’d stopped kissing her, lost his coordination the second Ben started to come. “Princess,” he moaned again, and then he too was coming, his back arching up off the bed, his cock thrust deep inside her pussy, his hips jerking against hers.

  She felt the vibrations of Josh’s orgasm ricochet through her inner walls. Felt the last jolts of Ben’s release echo in her ass.

  Felt her own climax begin, like a million bubbles bursting inside before the explosion. Before a wave of blinding pleasure broke over her, consuming her, pulsing from her pussy outward, envelo
ping her entire body.

  She’d come before, countless times. This was an orgasm like no other, an orgasm strong enough to wipe her out completely. This was the ultimate bliss.

  Chapter Ten

  Josh stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. His head spun.

  What the fuck had just gone down? What had he done?

  A sense of self-loathing whirled through his stomach, gaining momentum.

  He’d fucked Sienna. While another man did too. It hadn’t been about making love. It had been about showing his dominance. About proving he wouldn’t walk away, wouldn’t give her up. And it left him feeling like a piece of shit.

  Yeah, the sex had been unbelievable. Orgasmic-type unbelievable. He doubted he’d ever come harder in his life. And yes, knowing another man was inside Sienna at the same time was a turn-on unlike anything he’d ever imagined before. Her pussy had squeezed him like a velvet glove. Squeezed more come out of his balls then he’d ever have believed possible.

  Could he have stopped what he’d been doing and walked away? Hell, no.

  Did he enjoy what they’d done? Hell, yeah. Physically anyway.

  Psychologically? Not so much. Every shred of common sense had told him not to walk this route. Not to compete for Sienna’s attentions. But the boy he’d been, the parentless boy who’d desperately craved love and attention, had refused to listen.

  His mother had walked away. He couldn’t let Sienna do the same. Not when he’d just found her again. He’d stayed, believing he was fighting for her. But fucking a woman at the same time as she fucked her fiancé was not a fight. It was a debauched, twisted sense of logic. A fucked-up kind of a way of proving he was better than Ben.

  He wasn’t. A better man would have left. A better man would have let Sienna get back to the life she was born to lead. Not stayed on in case her fiancé proved Josh was the one she wanted.

  The self-loathing intensified, made him sick to his stomach.

  Yes, he’d fallen hard for Sienna. But he’d called it from the first. He was the rebound guy. Sienna wasn’t over Ben. She wasn’t ready to move on, and her willingness to jump straight back into bed with her ex proved that.

  He should have listened to his gut instinct and left her this afternoon after they’d gone sailing. He shouldn’t have gone back to her room, and he shouldn’t have made love to her. Not then, and not now.

  Sienna was too good for him. She’d always been too good for him, and his willingness to share her just proved that.

  He slipped silently out of the bathroom, assuming Sienna and Ben had fallen asleep.

  He’d assumed wrong.

  Sienna lay in Ben’s arms, blissfully unaware of Josh’s presence, laughing softly at something Ben had said. Ben smiled at her, a smile that lit up the fucking room.

  It killed Josh to admit it, but they looked good. They looked…happy. They fit together, like a couple should. Comfortable in each other’s arms. Familiar with each other. In love.

  They looked so fucking in love, it tore through Josh’s chest, ripping at his heart, slamming it against his ribs, bruising it—forever. The pain hit hard, and the air whooshed from his lungs.

  Ben looked up. “You’re out of the shower?” he asked, oblivious to Josh’s torment. “Cool. I’ll use the bathroom.” He gave Sienna a long, hot kiss before shifting out of bed and strolling across the room naked.

  The second the bathroom door closed, Josh striped off the towel and pulled on his undies and shorts.

  Sienna sat up, the sheet covering her from her waist down. Her luscious breasts bounced as she made herself comfortable, and it was all Josh could do to stop himself from jumping right back into bed with her.

  He raised his gaze higher, noticing a dark splotch on the side of Sienna’s neck.

  Ben had left his mark.

  It made Josh want to hit him again, but he stayed his impulses, pulling his shirt on instead.

  “You’re getting dressed?” Sienna asked, confused.

  Josh nodded.

  “But…why?”

  Christ, her lips were all pouty, begging for a kiss. “I’m going back to my room.”

  She narrowed her eyes, as if she couldn’t understand him. “Why?”

  Josh slipped on his Havaianas and sat beside her on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh. He took her hand, brought it to his mouth and kissed it. “When I was a kid, I had a ridiculous crush on you. You weren’t just my nightly wet dream, princess. I loved you my entire way through high school.” He breathed, an ache in his chest making the very action almost impossible. “Seeing you again today was a fantasy come to life. A chance to realize every childhood dream I ever had.”

  “It was my fantasy come true as well,” Sienna whispered.

  “Thing is…” Josh hesitated, unsure how to verbalize his thoughts. “In all my fantasies, I never once imagined being with you and another guy. In my dreams, it was only you and me.”

  “I know.” Sienna blushed, the crimson in her cheeks only making her look lovelier than ever. “I never imagined myself with two men either.”

  Josh took a deep breath. “I fell in love with you all over again this afternoon.”

  Her mouth dropped open, forming an O. The rounded lips begged him to seal his confession with a kiss.

  Instead he continued speaking. “Fell in love the way a man loves a woman, not the way a kid lusts after a girl.”

  “Josh,” she breathed, but he cut her off.

  “I can’t do this, Si. I can’t share you. I can’t pretend I’m okay making love to you while you make love to your fiancé.” Razor blades seemed to tear at his throat. “I’m not, and I never will be.”

  Again Sienna tried to speak, but he placed a finger over her mouth, shushing her. “He loves you, princess. I can see that. You can see that. He wants you back. And the thing is…” Deep breath. You can do this. “The thing is, I think you should go back to him.” There. He’d said it. And he was still alive. His heart may be shredded, but he’d survived. “You love him too. You have for eight years. He’s your fiancé. Your future. Go back to him. Go back to your life.”

  Sienna stared at him with enormous eyes. Disbelieving eyes. Eyes that filled with tears as he watched.

  Okay, yes, he was alive. But maybe that wasn’t a good thing. Searing heat filled his lungs. Shooting pains blinded him, and every muscle cried out in defiance as he held himself rigid, refusing himself the pleasure of touching her.

  “Y-you’re walking away?” she asked, her voice nothing but a peep.

  Josh shrugged, and considering the way his muscles fought every move he made, that wasn’t easy. “You and Ben belong together.”

  “Do we?” Sienna asked.

  Josh nodded. “You know you do. Ben knows it too.”

  Fuck, he didn’t want to believe that. Didn’t want to lose her now. But Sienna had spent her adult life loving Ben. She wasn’t going to throw that all away, especially not now, when Ben had come to his senses.

  Unlike Josh’s mother, when Sienna made a commitment, she stuck to it. Or half killed herself trying to stick to it, anyway. She’d been with Ben for eight years. Spent one of those years desperately trying to save a relationship in crisis.

  Besides, Ben was a decent guy. Josh could see that. Knew it instinctively. He may hate him, but that was merely a guy thing. No way could Josh ever like a man Sienna loved. It just wasn’t possible. His competitive nature made sure of it.

  But like him or not, Ben would make Sienna happy. And Sienna deserved to be happy.

  Tears spilled over her cheeks. “If you love me, you wouldn’t leave.”

  He shook his head. “I’m leaving because I love you. You’ve had a few hours to get to know me, princess. You’ve had a lifetime with Ben. He’s the right man for you.”

  And then, because he couldn’t help it, he leaned in and pressed one last kiss to her lips. One last, bittersweet kiss. And this time, the saltiness he tasted on her mouth was not sadness about ano
ther man. This time, her tears were for him.

  “Be happy,” he whispered. “Both of you.” Then he walked out of her room, out of her bungalow and out of her life.

  Josh had not cried since he was sixteen. Not since the day he’d realized his mother had left and wasn’t coming back. That day he’d locked himself in his room, thrown himself across his bed and wept himself to sleep. The next morning he’d vowed never to allow a woman to cause him such deep, unrelenting pain again. He’d vowed never to cry again.

  For the first time in fourteen years, Josh broke those vows.

  “Where’s Josh?” Ben asked as he slipped back into bed beside Sienna.

  Josh had only just shut the door behind him.

  “He’s…gone,” she whispered. Her words seemed to echo in her ears, reverberating through the emptiness his departure had left.

  “Gone?” Ben looked stunned.

  Sienna nodded. “He wishes us happiness. Both of us.”

  “He walked away.” Ben wiped a hand over his face. “Christ, I didn’t expect that.”

  “Me neither,” Sienna confessed, and a wave of sorrow hit her. Josh had left. Told her he loved her, then left. Her mind reeled. It had happened too fast. Too suddenly. She hadn’t had time to prepare. She’d still been savoring the afterglow of their threesome, and he’d walked away.

  Was she ready to let him go? Did she want him to go?

  Did she have a say in the matter?

  Apparently not.

  Her sorrow turned to grief. Josh was gone. She’d only just met him again, and now he was gone. Whatever might have happened between them was no longer a possibility. He’d removed himself from the equation.

  Which meant she no longer had to decide who she wanted more, him or Ben. With Josh out of the picture, there was no longer a choice.

  There was only Ben.

  She turned to stare at him. He stared back at her, awe in his eyes. “You don’t have to choose between us,” he said, having obviously come to the same conclusion. “You can come home now, Si. There’s nothing standing between us anymore.”

  Sienna blinked. There were no more obstacles. Ben’s work was no longer an issue, and Josh no longer stood between them. She and Ben could rebuild their lives. Start again. Or pick up at the point where things had begun to crumble around them. Only this time they could do it right. This time they could live the life they’d planned. Together.