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Authors: Samantha Ann King

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The exquisite sensation stole the strength from her legs. Mark’s hands tightened on her ass. She curled her fingers into the glass wall, trying to hold on, but could find no purchase on the smooth, slick surface.

“Fuck, you’re sensitive.”

“Sorry,” she panted, gasping for air. “Not always—” She swallowed. “Just you. And Tony.”

“I’m not complaining.” He stood, wrapped an arm tightly around her waist and pressed his body against her back. “It’s a fucking turn-on.”

He entwined the fingers of his hand with one of hers above her head and brought it down to rest on his arm at her waist. Then he did the same with her other hand.

“Can I touch you now?” she asked breathlessly.

He shook his head. “Not if you want me to fuck you.”

She wanted him inside her, needed to feel her sex squeezing his cock. He pulled away just enough to put on the condom and position his cock between her thighs. When his hips cradled her ass again, his heated shaft slid along her folds.

She couldn’t keep from moving. She circled her hips, grinding against him. He positioned the head of his cock against her entrance. She sucked in her breath, anticipating the fullness.

Patience.

She curled her nails into his arm.

Patience.

She let her head drop back against his shoulder.

Patience.

A whimper escaped her.

Patience.

His sudden thrust surprised her though she’d been waiting for it, and she cried out. Releasing his arms, she reached up behind her and grasped his head, threading her fingers through his short, wet hair.

“More,” she whispered.

He began a pounding rhythm that stole her breath. She opened her eyes and watched him fuck her in the glass wall’s reflection. Her back was arched. His finger was tapping her clit. His knees were bent to accommodate her height. His hand slid up from her waist to her breast, and he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her gaze moved to his face. He was watching as intently as she was.

“Touch your breast,” he murmured. Releasing her nipple, he moved his hand to her hip. “Show me what feels good.”

She didn’t need to show him. He knew better than she did. But she removed one hand from his hair and slid it down to her breast. Uncertain, she stopped.

His hand covered hers. “Show me.” His voice carried a warning.

Lightly she touched the tip of her nipple, and he removed his hand. She swirled her finger against the tight bud, and ripples of pleasure radiated to her cunt. Then she slipped the nipple between her thumb and forefinger and began rolling it as Mark had done. Everything came to a head at her clit. Her focus became that single point, growing and intensifying. That one sharp point balanced perfectly on the edge, then slowly, slowly, slowly tilting toward climax. Almost. Almost. Almost.

She fell into the mindless bliss of orgasm.

“Fucking…beautiful,” he choked. His cock pulsed against the clenched walls of her vagina. Her knees buckled, and still inside her he gently kneeled, holding her closely, murmuring words of love until the spasms became twitches. She ground against him, milking every last ounce of pleasure from his cock until even the twitches had stopped.

He pulled out but didn’t let go as he sat on the shower floor, cradling her in his lap, his back against the wall where they’d watched their reflections. He reached between them and removed the condom, tossing it to the side. Hugging him, she tucked her head under his chin, listening to his heartbeat, knowing she was the reason it was pounding so hard.

She didn’t know how long they sat like that before Mark found her body sponge and gel and began washing her. When he had soaped every inch, they stood under the warm water. He combed his fingers through her hair, rinsing out the conditioner. Then she turned her attention to him. She soaped her hands and ran them over his flesh, loving the slippery feel of his skin against her palms and any other naked part of her body that happened to brush against him. Occasionally, his cock twitched as if it was coming back to life. Whether it was well and truly done for a while or Mark kept a tight rein on it, she didn’t know. She squirted shampoo into her hand and with a palm against his chest, urged him back onto the bench so she could easily reach his hair. He closed his eyes, his expression one of relaxed bliss, as she massaged the shampoo into his water-darkened hair. His lips drew her as she worked until she lowered her mouth to his.

He smiled and opened his eyes. “Don’t start that again or you’ll miss breakfast.”

“I don’t mind,” she admitted, although her stomach growled.

He laughed, the lines around his eyes deepening, then stood. “Go on. Get dried off. I’ll be out in a minute.”

She rinsed the shampoo suds off her hands and stepped out of the shower. After toweling off, she slipped on one of the hotel robes. Mark stepped out of the shower a few minutes later. She stood in front of the vanity mirror, working the tangles from her wet hair. The process was taking longer than it should have since the flex and bulge of his muscles as he rubbed the towel over his skin distracted her. She sighed in disappointment when he disappeared into the walk-in closet, but she could finally focus on her hair. When he reappeared, he was dressed in khaki cargo shorts and a gray heather T-shirt.

He came up behind her and kissed the top of her head. Then, catching her eyes in the mirror he asked, “Can I help you with your hair? I’m good at untying knots.”

As talented as his fingers were, she had no doubt that was true. “I’d rather do this myself. Besides, I’m almost done. Thanks for the offer.”

“’Kay. I’ll check on breakfast and Tony. Your clothes are in the closet.”

Still holding her brush, she turned into his chest and wrapped her arms around him. “You’re spoiling me. I won’t know how to function when we get back to the real world.”

“I still plan on taking care of you in the real world,” he said somberly. “This isn’t just a vacation hookup. You understand that, right?”

She nodded against his chest and whispered, “Yeah.”

“Yeah, but what?”

“It’ll be different.”

“Different location. Same people.”

She knew better. Over time, they would change. The relationship would change. They’d get more comfortable, take each other for granted, stop doing the little things that made beginnings so special. Stop listening. Stop talking. Maybe even stop loving.

Mark must have sensed her skepticism. “Finish up in here. We’ll talk about it after breakfast.”

She nodded, unable to speak past the sudden lump in her throat.

Chapter Twelve

 

Hailey, Tony and Mark sat on thick-cushioned wooden chairs around the outdoor dining table next to their private pool and hot tub on the lanai. It overlooked a fishpond and, just a little farther out, the ocean. Their empty breakfast dishes were stacked to one side. In the center of the table was a crystal bowl of fresh-cut fruit. Occasionally, one of them would spear a chunk with a fork and eat it. Hailey had downed two cups of coffee and almost licked her plate clean. The hollandaise sauce had been that good.

Tony was massaging her feet in his lap. His efforts lulled her. The sun’s rays were gentle. The ocean breeze was perfect—not too strong. The surf lapped gently in the distance, seemingly as content as she was.

Mark and Tony were suddenly too quiet. She looked between the two of them. They were both staring at her. Tony’s head was cocked to the side. Mark’s small smile was bemused.

“What?” she asked, alarmed. She swiped her tongue along her teeth, feeling for a piece of food that shouldn’t be there. Nothing. “Is there something on my face?”

Tony laughed. “No.” He paused and looked at Mark who nodded. “We want to discuss some things. Make sure we’re all on the same page.”

She stared accusingly at Mark. This was his fault.

Mark lifted his hands in surrender. Just an hour ago, she’d been thinking how perfect those hands were.

“Don’t blame Mark,” Tony said. “It was obvious after our discussion with Jake yesterday that we needed to make some things clear to you.”

“It wasn’t a discussion,” she corrected. “It was an argument. If Nikki hadn’t been there, it would have been a knock-down drag-out.”

“Can’t dispute that,” Mark said.

Tony frowned at both of them. “I could, but I won’t.” He turned to Hailey. “Let’s start with our STD status. I told you I’m clean. I tested before we came to Hawaii, and I haven’t been with anyone in a year.”

Hailey’s jaw dropped. A year? He hadn’t had sex in a year? How was that even possible?

“Give or take a few days,” he added.

“I’m clean too,” Mark said. “I’ve tested a couple of times this last year. Nothing. Also, no relations with anyone, except you. Well, not counting my hand.”

Now she knew they were yanking her chain. “No way,” she blurted.

“What?” Tony asked.

She glanced from one to the other. They seemed sincere enough. But she didn’t believe it. “I don’t doubt your health status. Neither of you would intentionally hurt me. And claiming you’re clean when you’re not could hurt me. Plus, you’re both smart enough to take precautions, and Tony’s a doctor.” She took a deep breath and expelled it as she rushed through her next words. “But I don’t believe for one second that you two have been celibate for a whole year.”

“You’re right. It’s been fifteen months for me.” Mark shrugged. “I know it sounds pathetic.”

“Bullshit,” she said.

Mark blinked. “Huh?”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Why would he lie?” Tony asked.

“I don’t believe
you
either,” she replied.

“Why would
we
lie?”

“I don’t know. But there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that the women of Albuquerque have allowed you two to remain celibate for the last twelve—” She stared hard at Mark, “—to fifteen months.”

“Are you saying we’re easy?” Mark asked indignantly.

Hailey laughed. “I’m saying you’re hot and women throw themselves at you and you’d have to be a saint not to succumb.”

“Then call the pope and start the paperwork,” Mark replied smugly.

“So I’m the only one here who’s had sex in the last year outside of our current relationship?”

“Which brings us to you and your STD status,” Tony said.

She blinked, processing the conversation’s change of direction. “I tested two weeks ago, but I haven’t seen the results.”

Tony lifted an eyebrow.

“It’s been a month since—Well, actually it’s been more than a month. A month and half, maybe.” She shrugged. “Daniel was angry at me. He didn’t want me coming to Hawaii without him.”

“Did you take precautions with him?” Tony asked, his voice gentle.

“Yes,” she answered firmly. “Always.”

“Your doctor should have the results by now. Do you want to call and get them?”

She hadn’t considered that. Of course, she hadn’t been in any hurry to get the results when she’d left Albuquerque. There hadn’t been a reason. She didn’t do one-night stands, so she hadn’t planned on having sex in Hawaii. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Do you have any reason to believe they’ll come back positive for anything?” Tony asked.

She shook her head. “No. Like I said, I was careful.” Unlike with Tony and Mark, she’d never had any desire to dispense with the condoms when having sex with Daniel. Had it been a matter of trust? She hadn’t given him a key to her home. She hadn’t considered having sex without a condom, even though they’d been together for over a year. “I just hadn’t tested in a while. I knew I was going to break up with Daniel, so it seemed like a good time. I just wanted to be safe.”

“Good to know,” Tony said. “We’ll continue with precautions until you talk to your doctor.”

“If I’m clean, we can get rid of the condoms? I’m on the pill.”

“Oh yeah,” Mark replied.

She gazed hopefully at Tony.

He smiled and nodded.


Yes
,” she breathed, pumping her fists in the air.

“Now, let’s move on to living arrangements,” Tony said.

“Isn’t it kind of early for that?” she asked.

Tony ignored her comment. “As Jake said yesterday, we both can’t marry you.”

“It’s way too early to be talking about marriage,” Hailey said as she slipped her feet from Tony’s lap and placed them firmly on the sun-warmed flagstone.

Tony cocked his head. “You haven’t thought about it?”

“Not until Jake mentioned it.”

“Really?” Mark asked.

“Guys, we’ve only been on one date…if you don’t count the sex. We don’t even know if this will work. You’ve gotta admit, it’s not your typical relationship scenario. Not that I’m any good at typical relationships,” she added under her breath.

That took the wind out of their sails. No one spoke. The only sound was the surf ebbing and flowing against the rocky shoreline and an occasional birdcall. She was still blown away by their claim that they’d been celibate for the last year. No wonder they were satisfied with sharing her. They were probably so horny they couldn’t think straight.

Tony tried again. “Okay, we’ll skip talk of marriage for now, except to say that one of us can marry you officially on paper, and if you’d like, all three of us can do a commitment ceremony.”

“But—” Hailey started to protest

Tony held up his hand as he interrupted. “
If
you decide you can put up with us for the rest of our lives.”

“But how would we determine which of you is the official husband?” She frowned and shook her head. “I don’t like it.”

“Flip a coin?” Mark suggested.

“Benefits, maybe,” Tony added.

“I’ve got insurance and a Roth. I don’t need anything else. And how many coin tosses? One? Two out of three? Three of five?”

“It’s just a suggestion. Most women want to get married,” Tony said. “We don’t want you to miss out on something that’s important to you.”

“It’s not important to me,” she said flatly before focusing on Tony. “You need to think about what this will do to your career if it gets out that you’re in a three-way. It’s okay for Mark. He’s an artist. People expect him to be unconventional. But you’re a doctor.”

“My patients aren’t privy to the details of my personal life.”

“But your patients come to you because of referrals from other doctors. You socialize with them. They’ll figure it out.”

“Maybe. But they’re accustomed to seeing the three of us together. Or at least, they were until you started dating Daniel. They may have even suspected something was going on between us. I’m a good surgeon. That’s why they send their patients to me. Our relationship won’t—”

“The Aggie War Hymn” playing on his cell phone cut him off.

Tony checked the display. “I’m sorry. I’ll be right back.” He stood and flipped open the phone, walking toward the bungalow as he answered.

“Wait,” Hailey shouted. “Is that Jake?”

He ignored her and continued into the house.

Hailey turned to Mark. “Isn’t that Jake’s ringtone?”

“Yeah, I think so. Could be good news.”

She wanted to follow Tony and find out for sure, but she also needed to talk to Mark alone. She stayed put. “Are you on board with this, or is Tony railroading you?”

“No one’s railroading me.” He turned his chair toward her and leaned forward, placing his hands on her thighs. “We’ve already wasted too much time. I know this is going to work. Doesn’t matter if we do it now or two months or two years from now, but I’m willing to wait if that’s what you want.”

“How do you know? How can you be so certain?”

“I wasted six years in school trying to do what everyone said I ‘should’ do. And I was miserable. It wasn’t until I did what I
wanted
to do, what my gut had been telling me to do that I finally found some peace.”

Hailey remembered those years. Mark came from a long line of lawyers. His family had expected him to continue the tradition. And he’d done just that…for a while. Valedictorian of his high school class, summa cum laude in college. He’d breezed through the first two years of law school the same way he’d breezed through high school and college. He’d seemed happy to everyone except her, Tony and Jake. They’d known it wasn’t what he wanted to do. He spent his spare time working with wood. Instead of studying, he sawed, carved, hammered and sanded. He was the top student in his law class when he quit after two years, stunning and disappointing his mom and dad, his grandparents and, probably from their graves, his great-grandparents.

“So when you ask me if we ‘should’ wait, I want to know why you’re asking. Is it because you want to? Is it because your gut is telling you to? Or do you think you ‘should’ because that’s what everyone expects of you?”

Hailey didn’t know how to answer that. Despite the fact that they’d been friends for years, this more intimate relationship was happening so quickly. “You make it sound easy.”

“It is…or at least it will be when Jake chills out.”

“Love hasn’t been that easy for me,” she admitted.

“That’s because you’ve been with the wrong men,” he said. “Tony and I should have done something about it earlier. But we didn’t really know how to handle it. Turns out, the solution was a bit unconventional, and Tony had to wrap his mind around that. It took a while. This is the right path, babe. It’s what my gut is telling me to do.”

She hoped he was right. She wanted him to be right. She feared he wasn’t.

Tony returned to the lanai still talking on the phone. She tried to read his expression, but he had on his everything’s-going-to-be-okay doctor face. That couldn’t be good. “Yeah, just a minute. She’s right here.” He held out the phone to her. “It’s your brother.”

Every muscle in her body tensed. She curled her fingers around the phone and tentatively pressed it against the side of her face. “Jake?”

“I’m only gonna say this once, so listen up.” He paused so long that she thought they’d been cut off. “I’m sorry. I overreacted.”

She was stunned.

“I only want the best for you. I feel responsible, you know. With Mom and Dad gone.”

She probably would have cried if she’d had any tears left. “I know.”

“Let me talk to Mark,” Jake grumbled.

Hailey handed the cell to him.

“Yeah,” he said warily when he held the phone to his ear. Within seconds his expression lightened, and he smiled and relaxed, slumping in his chair.

Tony leaned over the back of her chair and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Told you he’d come around.”

“I hope you don’t make a habit of this,” she said.

“What?”

“Always being right.”

“Not a chance.”

Mark’s face went from smiling to angry in a fraction of a second. He jumped up and stalked away from them.

Hailey’s stomach flip-flopped and she tried to follow, but Tony’s arms tightened around her. “It’s not Jake,” he said. “It’s Daniel.” He sat in the spot Mark had just vacated and placed his hands on the arms of her chair, trapping her. “Daniel’s on the island.”

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