Holiday in Danger (27 page)

Strips of the rolls hung down on all sides of the hut in makeshift paper curtains that hid everything inside. Without saying a word, the three of them ducked beneath the white and stood under the station.

Summer dropped her empty roll and took off her sunglasses. She spun around, laughing with wide eyes. Chestnut hair streaming, dress waving in the air like the ocean.

God, to have her back. To wrap her up in his arms and forget all about the last four years.

The pain. Heartache. What happened when she left. Blake shook his head and stepped toward her. He’d never be able to let her go. Never be able to move on.

* * *

SUMMER

Summer spun around and laughed at the craziness of it all. Twisting loops of toilet paper hung down like an art installation. Gauzy curtains blocked out the moonlight and the houses dotting the shoreline. A tiny cocoon on the sand shutting out everything but the sound of the ocean and her own beating heart.

Blake’s feet kicked sand onto her toes and she glanced up. Swallowed. The angle of his jaw. The crease between his brows when he smiled. The sparkle in his blue eyes when he looked her over.

The kiss.

It stole her breath and turned her on and brought it all back. The heat and desire. Unchecked need. She stepped back and her arm brushed against Devin’s shirt.
Oh, my.

Her two men. Tucked inside a spontaneous cabana on the beach. She closed her eyes. This was so not New York. So not her life.

Devin’s hand grazed her bare arm and she jumped. “Tell us about New York. What’s it like to live in the big city?”

Summer let out a shaky breath as Devin’s fingers played up and down on her skin. “Huge. Impersonal. Lonely.”

“I thought you lived in the art district?” Blake’s voice was soft, floating.

“I do. A flat in a building full of other painters and sculptors and all sorts of artists.”

“Aren’t they your friends?”

Devin’s fingers found her collarbone and she opened her eyes. Blake stood a foot away. Close enough to touch. To smell his sandalwood cologne. Catch the way the dim light cast shadows on his face.

“No. I don’t have any friends in New York. Everyone is crazy competitive. Or impressed with themselves. It’s all so fake and shallow.”

Blake eased closer. His beard coated his jawline and chin and Summer struggled not to remember how it would scrape as he kissed his way down her body.

“Then why are you there? Why don’t you come back to Midnight Cove?”

Devin’s other hand slinked around her waist. Gentle fingers exploring, teasing. Summer’s breath caught and her lips fell open. “I can’t. I’ve been trying to make it in New York for so long. I’ve got an exhibit next week.”

“You could have exhibits anywhere. Live anywhere.”

She swallowed. “My mother expects me to make it. To be someone.”

Devin pushed her hair off her neck and his lips took its place. Sensual, but firm. Summer clenched her muscles and shifted her weight on the sand. Her whole body hummed like an electric circuit full to bursting with unused energy.

 
Every touch of Devin’s lips had her biting back a moan.

They shouldn’t be there. The weekend wasn’t about her falling back into the past. It was about Mandy. The wedding. Being there for her best friend and then going back to the life she’d constructed three thousand miles away.

“What about what you want, Summer?”

Her lips were dry and she ran her tongue along the cracks. “What I want?”
 

“Do you ever do anything for yourself?” Blake inched forward and reached out to cup her cheek in his hand. Rough calluses earned from harsh sea water and surfboards scraped her skin. “Just because you want to?”

Summer tried to swallow, but she couldn’t. What she wanted in that moment was his lips on hers. Devin’s hands on her skin. Both them touching her. Everywhere. All at once.

She was so tired of being alone. Of the pretty boys in New York. The weak men who claimed they needed a muse and her body was it. Men who’d take what they wanted and leave her empty. Unfulfilled. Nothing like Blake and Devin.

One night with them and they’d filled her up. She’d painted for weeks. Dipping into the rich ochre and vermillion. The crimson and indigo their bodies created when they touched. When they fucked.

Blake’s fingers stroked her cheek and Devin’s squeezed her waist and she knew they’d satisfy all her needs. Stoke her desire until she could burst in a sea of Technicolor magic. Paintings would splash across her mind and cover her whole studio back home.

She would be alive. Sparkling.

Blake focused on her lips. “Tell me you remember, Summer. What we had. What we could be.”

The words slipped out before she could hold them back. “I remember.”

Devin took her by the waist and in an instant, she’d spun around, toes skimming the sand. “Then let us take you back. Relive that night. Even if it’s just one time.”

His eyes closed and his hands slipped higher up her back and then it happened. Devin kissed her. Hot. Hungry. Blazing. She was a torch and he was the match and as Blake’s hands found the curve of her ass, they all ignited.

How could she walk away? When the three of them were a damn bonfire?

She broke the kiss and looked up into Devin’s eyes. “Take me home.”

SUMMER

T
HE
DOOR
OPENED
and Summer tumbled into the dark house. Devin’s arm tugged her down a hallway and Blake locked them in.
Thank God.
Another minute of groping Blake in the backseat like a pair of teenagers and she’d have caved.

One more red light and she’d have given in to the voices in her head telling—no, shrieking—at her to stop.
Go back to the Inn! Track down Mandy and crash on her couch. Bang on your mother’s condo door and pretend you’re sorry!

Anything to avoid this. The crush of two men slamming her against wood paneling. The heat of Blake’s breath fast on her cheek. The scrape of Devin’s hands up her thighs as she scrunched her toes to gain purchase on the tile floor.

Summer didn’t know if they were in their house, some fuck pad across town, or their surf shop. She’d been too busy running fingers over flexed muscles and trimmed beard to notice. And she didn’t care. Not when everything—the memories and sin and lust—it all flared bright and wonderful. She wanted to drown in it. Drown in these two men she’d never been able to forget. Never let go.

In four years, she’d painted the ghosts of their lips and hands on every canvas she’d ever touched. A slash of black as Devin reached for the zipper on her dress. A swirl of red as Blake raised her arms above her head.

How had she denied this passion? The party dress fell to the floor and Devin slid up. A belt buckle scraped her bare skin. Shirt buttons bumped across her pricked flesh. He palmed the wall on either side of her head, caging her in lust and need.

Oh, God
. No man in New York had ever come close. The possession. The control.

Lips landed hot and wet on her earlobe and she mewled. Devin ran his tongue along the sensitive ridge of her ear as Blake took her hand. His fingers wrapped around her wrist and slid up her skin until she shivered.

“Please tell me you have a bed.”

In an instant, she was weightless, off the ground and airborne in Devin’s arms. A door opened. A bed appeared as if she’d wished it into existence.

Why were they all wearing so many clothes?

Blake toed off his shoes and Summer shimmied out of Devin’s grasp. “Let me help you.”
 

She set to the buttons on his shirt while he unbuckled and shoved down his pants. Clothes fell to the floor, flew across the room, landed on a lamp and a dresser and stuff Summer didn’t have time to take in.

All she cared about was the craving she’d denied. The longing. Regret. She needed to wash it down with kisses. Drown it with their touch. Kill it with two cocks she’d missed so much.

A flick of her wrist and her bra disappeared. Panties next. She scrambled onto the bed as Blake unrolled a condom.

She’d ached for this. Pined for it night after sleepless night, rolling around in her big, empty bed in New York, dreaming of him crushing her into the mattress while Devin took her mouth.

Blake’s lips hit hers and she moaned.
Oh, yes.
Their lips mashed together, tongues lapped, teeth scraped against skin. His hands all over and not enough. Pulling back, he spread her legs.
Yes!

As her back arched, willing him closer—
take me, please!
—the mattress dipped. Devin. He kneeled behind her and lifted her head into his lap. Stroked her face as his cock stood proud at the edge of her vision.

She reached up to rake her tongue across his tip when Devin leaned down and captured her mouth in a bruising kiss.
Oh!
He ravaged her. First lips and face and neck. Then her breasts. He took each one in his hands, bouncing them against her chest and watching the flesh ripple. He licked a trail across her nipples, flicking each one until they stood out like little knobs he could turn.
Oh, God. Turn me. Turn me higher.

With Blake between her legs and Devin all over her, she burned. Reaching down, she found Blake’s cock, hard and thick and so damn ready. It throbbed in her hand and need hit her like a drug. She shivered and twitched. An addict too long without a high. Guiding him closer, she positioned him at her entrance and grabbed his hips. “Fuck me, Blake. Right now.”

On her command, he thrust, burying his cock until their bodies touched. He filled her. Hot and hard and so damn sexy. Devin stroked her breasts and Blake groaned and Summer reeled.
God,
I’ve missed this.

Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around Devin and smiled up into his face.
Thank you.
As he teased her breasts, she bucked, rocking her hips against Blake until he pulled back and thrust again.

“Yes! Oh, God. Yes.” She wrapped her legs around Blake, urging him on with a kick of heels and begging for more. In silent answer, he picked up speed.

Over and over, harder and harder, he thrust, pushing her deeper into the mattress and Devin’s legs. Her breasts bounced, the mattress squeaked and the high she’d ached for barreled through her body at breakneck speed.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
Grasping at the bed, she took fistfuls of comforter in her hands, twisting and wrenching as pleasure built in her core.

“That’s it, baby. Come for us.” Devin whispered the command and she obeyed. Her muscles clamped around Blake’s shaft and she wailed her release, crying out as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body. The room spun, the mattress floated, and she flew.

* * *

BLAKE

Fuck
. She was everything. What they’d missed. What they’d found. The perfect woman.

Blake pulled back and thrust again. Deep inside as her body squeezed his shaft. God, he’d never last. And last he wanted. She needed to come over and over. Remember what it could be like. What they could share.

He knew sex wouldn’t bring her back—wouldn’t change her mind and force her hand and make her see the future with them—but it could be a start. They weren’t some sloppy one-night stand that never amounted to anything more.

The three of them together—Summer trapped between him and Devin as they all touched heaven—it was magic. Stronger than the waves crashing on the rocks, brighter than the lighthouse in the middle of the storm. They could be Summer’s muse.

Not the scenic vistas and climbing vines and ocean water she painted over and over. He pulled out and she cried in protest.

“No! Blake!” She lifted off the bed, hands reaching out, but Devin grabbed them. “Come back.”

Blake shook his head. “No. Not yet. Roll over, Summer. Let me see that gorgeous ass.”

She groaned, but complied, rolling over as Devin let her go.
Damn
. So round and big. Plump and luscious. A pair of full, thick globes he could stroke all night. Blake ran his hands up and down, over and around her smooth skin until she moaned.

“Please, Blake.”

He looked up at Devin. His best friend stared back—the two of them locked in this dance of sex and power with Summer in between. Blake grinned. “Please, what?”

“Fuck me. I need you.”

The words had him licking his lips and he slipped his hand between her legs.
Soaked
. The slippery wetness coated his fingers and he stroked her, sliding his palm over her mound, smearing her desire all over her. “You’re so damn wet for us. It’s only fair we get a taste.”

“My turn first.”

Devin’s gravely voice had Summer looking up at him. “No! Come here. Let me.”

Blake pulled the condom off and threw it in the trash. “I think he’s got other things in mind. But I’m all yours.”

Devin slid off the bed and stepped behind Summer. “God damn, I’ve missed you.”

Blake watched as his best friend stroked Summer’s ass. She moaned as he eased down onto the mattress.

Devin brought his hand back.
Smack!
His hand came down on her left ass cheek and rippled her creamy skin. She moaned louder.
Smack!
His hand landed on her right. Summer shook with need.