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Jose pulled her thigh over his. The thick head of his cock nudged her clit and followed the seam of her folds until it was seated at her opening. He nodded to Trevor, but didn’t push himself inside.

Bella attempted to tilt her hips, to welcome that thick, hot cock deep into her core.

Trevor nipped at her shoulder. His hand on her hip held her still, then came around and made its way between her legs. He teased her clit before entering her folds to drench his fingers in her wetness.

Bella bit back her cries and shook with anticipation as Trevor’s hand withdrew and his slick fingers slid along the crease of her ass and massaged her anus. “I’ll go easy,” he whispered close to her ear.

“Just relax.”

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She nodded, biting her lip. Jose thumbed her nipple and kissed her mouth open, joining his tongue with hers in another mind-numbing kiss.

Trevor pressed gently, testing her tight anal opening with the tip of his finger. His teeth grazed her shoulder as he murmured soft curses against her skin. He eased a finger in, knuckle deep, massaging until she relaxed completely.

“Thata girl,” he growled softly, working another finger inside and pumping slowly.

She gripped Jose’s shoulders and met each caress of his tongue.

He shifted slightly, easing the tip of his cock just inside her and tormenting her with the need to feel him buried deep.

Trevor moved closer. His hips pressed into her ass. His fingers parted, stretching her, getting her ready for his big dick. He entered slowly, groaning into her hair.

She cried into Jose’s mouth as Trevor’s giant cock stretched her to a burn. Jose grasped her thigh and pulled it high on his hip. In one pulse of his pelvis, he filled her from the front.

“Oh, God!” she screamed. Heat wound its way from her ass and vagina into her stomach and through her chest. Her lungs burned.

Every inch of her skin flamed. She reached for her nipple, and pinched it to relieve the ache. But her body only screamed for more.

More touch. More kisses. More cocks. More. Just more!

The men found their rhythm, moving slowly at first, covering her with their big bodies. She buried her face against Jose’s shoulder and breathed in the musky scent of his skin. She licked at the strong tendon of his neck, whimpering as the feel of two cocks pumped into her.

“Fuck me harder,” she begged. “Harder, please.”

Trevor sped up, his hips pushing her into Jose. Jose increased his own rhythm.

“Hold on, baby,” Jose said. He buried himself deeper, struggling for traction, searching for the best angle.

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Trevor raised himself, angling over her, one hand braced near her back, the other on her hip. He fucked her in long, hard strokes that sent shivers up her spine and made her ass tingle. She’d never had an anal orgasm, and wasn’t even sure it was possible. But she had a feeling she was about to find out.

She dropped her hand from her breast and slipped it between the wet skin of Jose’s abdomen and hers. She found her clit and slid two fingers around it. Pulling back, she lifted the tiny hood to expose the sensitive bud.

“Oh, God!” The first wave of the orgasm swept through her abdomen. Her pussy clenched Jose’s dick and her ass tightened on Trevor’s. She screamed. Trevor roared and Jose spoke a rapid stream of Spanish she couldn’t begin to understand. Both men slammed into her, releasing a double tide of hot cum. She trembled. Goosebumps puckered her skin and the warm island breeze chilled her fiery skin.

“Oh, God.” She could barely whisper the words this time. She withdrew her hand slowly from her throbbing clit and flattened her palm against Jose’s smooth, damp chest. Both men pumped slowly, wrenching the last of their orgasms from them, releasing the remainder of their seed.

The cabin was filled with the sound of their breaths and the scent of sex. The rain had slowed, and the shadow of a passing cloud darkened the far window. A branch scraped the outside of the cabin, and briefly the sense of being watched prickled the back of Bella’s neck.

Trevor lightly kissed her shoulder, and every other thought fled from her mind. Jose fell back onto the bed beside her. His cock lay limp against his thigh. Trevor withdrew carefully, soothing her with kisses and soft caresses.

She turned to kiss him, and a soft shade of yellow against the dark gray rafters caught her eye. “What’s that?” she asked.

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The rain had finally let up, and the sky was once again a bright Caribbean blue. Trevor carried a small handcrafted table from the cabin out onto the porch and placed it in front of one of the hammocks. Jose brought the only chair. Bella carefully held the bundle of pale cream suede the men had worked down from the rafters.

They had already taken a quick peek, and anticipation danced in her belly. It was a map. An old map. There was little chance a map to a treasure that hadn’t been found would be hidden so casually. She kept telling herself even if it did lead to a treasure, it had likely been plundered long ago.

Jose and Trevor moved quickly to get the table set up so they could spread the map out in the sunlight and see it clearly.

Trevor sat in the hammock and patted the space next to him. “Sit with me, sweetheart.”

Jose took a seat in the chair and pulled up close to the table. Bella sat in the hammock and slowly unrolled the soft chamois that covered the rougher leather map. The island elements had been hard on the hide, cracking it in places. The ink had faded, but several bold black markings stood out against the deep tan background.

“Did pirates make maps on leather?” Trevor asked.

“None that I’ve ever heard of,” Jose said.

She smoothed the map across the table, and Jose held the corners closest to him. The words were in a language Bella couldn’t read.

“Spanish?” she asked.

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“Portuguese, I think.” Jose leaned closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to make out the neatly scrolled text.

“Can you read it?” Trevor asked.

“Maybe some of it. Some Portuguese words are similar to Spanish, but this is old, like reading old English. It would be hard enough if it was completely legible.” His finger hovered near an area that had almost completely faded. “Delgado.” His voice dropped to an almost reverent whisper. “It is the map of Delgado.”

“It’s definitely a map of the island,” she said. A phallic shape outlined the majority of the markings. A compass had been penned in the upper right corner and the shallows surrounding the island had been clearly marked. Near the narrow northern tip of the island, a bold black “X” stood out more clearly than any other mark.

“Yes,” Jose agreed. “Delgado’s map of the island.” His finger hovered near the faded letters. “This is his signature.”

“If the treasure was there.” Trevor tapped the “X.” “The couple who lived here would’ve dug it up. Doesn’t look like it’d be hard to find.”

Jose nodded.

“What if they didn’t?” Bella asked. “Don’t you think it’s at least worth looking into?”

Trevor looked doubtful and Jose shrugged.

“Looking into it might mean back-breaking labor,” Jose said.

“Or it might be as simple as taking the tour of the island we plan to take anyway and seeing if it looks like the ground has ever been disturbed.” Bella looked from one man to the other. “I’m not suggesting we go digging for treasure. If we found anything now, it would have to be turned over to the current property owner.” She put one hand on Trevor’s thigh and reached for Jose’s forearm with the other. “If there’s reason to believe the treasure’s still there, it might make the decision to buy this island easier for one of you.”

“Or both of us.” Trevor stood quickly, and Bella struggled to steady the swaying hammock.

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Jose gave him a dark look. “Considering what we’ve been through, I’d think we could be gentlemen about this.”

Trevor looked back at the map spread on the table. “I hope we can. Money can turn people ugly faster than anything.”

Jose let go of the corners, and the old map rolled in on itself. “I’ve got more money than I can spend. I’m not going to get greedy over a chest full of trinkets. I wouldn’t mind finding it though.” He flashed one of his big-screen grins. “Who hasn’t dreamed of finding buried treasure?”

Bella nodded with enthusiasm. “That’s what I’m saying! I would never have any claim to it at all, but I’d love to find it.”

“All right.” Trevor walked back to the hammock. “I’m in, but first we need to take care of the important stuff. Let’s try to signal for help.

Then we should go ahead and tour the island like we came here to do.

By the time we make it back to the real world, we might not have much time to decide whether or not to put in an offer.”

Jose’s brows creased. “What do you mean?”

“There’s a contract on the property,” Bella said. She spent a few minutes explaining the legalities of the situation and what would have to be done if either he or Trevor wanted to purchase the island. While she explained, Trevor walked to the far end of the porch and stared up at the rocky hill in front of the house.

“Who builds a house facing the base of a hill?” Trevor said when he joined them again.

Jose rolled the map and carefully wrapped it in the chamois they’d found it in. “I’ll put this away and we can head down to the beach.”

He tucked the map under his arm. “Are you thinking an SOS big enough to be seen from the sky or you got a better idea?”

Trevor scratched the back of his head. “Might as well start with the SOS until one of us comes up with something better.”

Jose nodded and went inside the cabin.

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Trevor draped an arm over Bella’s shoulders. “I want this island,”

he said. “When we get back I want you to write up a contract and get it in before any others.”

“It’s unlikely the seller will step out of the first contract without a cash offer.”

“I’m working on that,” he said. “One way or another I’ve got to have this place.” Trevor gave her a gentle squeeze as Jose stepped back onto the porch, then strode off toward the beach ahead of them.

Bella could understand his hesitation to trust Jose. Men were competitive by nature. This was like any other game. There was one prize. And only one of them could claim it.

Jose took her hand and started after Trevor. He had headed for a narrow trail between the dunes closest to the house. They weren’t going back through the garden, but there were several yards between them and the beach. She disentangled her fingers from Jose’s.

“You go ahead,” she said. “I’ll follow. We might have a better chance of getting there with our clothes on if we don’t go together.”

He searched the sky and inhaled deeply, first in one direction and then the other. “I don’t smell it,” he said.

He was right. The sweet scent that had filled her senses before making her crazed with lust wasn’t in the air. Maybe the rain had washed it away.

Jose twirled a strand of hair at her temple. “Don’t you like getting naked with me?” His beautiful brown eyes twinkled and a smirk cocked his lips.

“I’m just saving some energy for tonight.”

His head lowered and his lips brushed hers, gently at first and then connecting fully. She opened for his tongue and grabbed his shoulders for support. His deepening kiss shot straight to her knees, then converged like a firestorm between her thighs.

His hands caught her waist and his big cock hardened against her stomach. She grew dizzy with desire, and pulled back, afraid the
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sweet island air had worked its magic again. She breathed deeply, but only the scent of fresh rain and saltwater tickled her senses.

“What was that for?” she asked.

“To show you I don’t need an aphrodisiac.” He pressed another kiss to her cheek.

She played with the thick hair at his nape and studied the handsome masculine features that had made him an international heartthrob. She had to be careful. His father was a damn good actor capable of convincing millions of people he was a Greek god, or an insane killer. Or madly in love. Jose might very well have those same talents. She stared into his expressive eyes and swallowed down the flurry of excitement in her stomach. She had to guard herself better.

Jose Marco may be able to summon feelings on a whim, but she couldn’t. More importantly, she couldn’t just turn her emotions off when the scene ended.

She wouldn’t turn down the sex. She would be a fool to walk away from that. But she’d have to watch out for those impromptu kisses. Those were dangerous.

“Are you two coming?” Trevor called from the dune.

“Not yet.” Jose answered with a grin.

“Yes!” Bella said, then caught herself. “I mean, we’re on our way,” she yelled.

Jose grabbed her hand again. Laughter danced in his dark eyes.

And her heart skipped a beat. Not good. Really not good.

She dropped his hand and ran ahead. Trevor watched her approach. An odd look clouded his rugged face.

“What’s wrong, Cowboy?”

His jaw tensed, but he didn’t answer.

“If you’re worried about what you told me,” she said, “don’t be.

You’re my client. And business is business.”

He nodded and turned toward the beach, walking too fast for her to keep up without jogging. She let him have his space and focused on the sea oats growing out of the dune. With each step, she sank ankle-40

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deep in warm white sand, and the island sun beat down on her shoulders.

At the crest of the dune, she stopped. Waves crashed on the beach below and a piece of the boat they’d been on bobbed in the shallow surf. A chill tripped up Bella’s spine and goose bumps sprang up on her flesh. They were lucky to be alive. Luckier than the captain. God rest his soul.

Jose wrapped his arm around her. She hadn’t heard him approach.

She blinked back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.