Total Abandon (24 page)

“Okay, then. Count me in.”

*   *   *

As soon as Devlin hung up the phone, he sucked in a deep breath. His heart ached. As much as he believed in his plan, now that they’d shared passionately intimate moments together, he had hoped she would think of him as special. Inviting him to the cottage while the other two guys were there, however, clearly showed she simply thought of him as one of the crowd.

*   *   *

Devlin watched the shore approach as Aimee negotiated the boat past the neon orange buoys, then pulled along the side of the dock. She hopped from the boat to the dock, grabbed the rope, and looped it over the cleat on the front hull. The boat bobbed against the side and Devlin grabbed Sandra’s hips to steady her, then helped her from the boat. He grabbed the cooler and hefted it over the side to the dock, then retrieved each of the bags and set them beside it.

He glanced around at the rumble of another boat engine approaching the dock.

“Hey, guys,” Craig called from behind the wheel, James beside him.

Their boat pulled up on the other side of the dock and Devlin hooked a line on their boat. The guys hopped out and the first thing Craig did was grab hold of Sandra’s hand and pull her into a deep embrace, his lips claiming hers. James grabbed Aimee and dipped her back in a comical yet passionate kiss.

Once they released the women, Craig grinned at Devlin and held out his hand. “Sorry, buddy. All you get’s a handshake.”

“Aw, really?” Aimee grinned. “I could really get into you three mixing it up a little.” She winked and hooked her arm around Sandra’s shoulder. “If Sandra and I were to kiss, would two of you?”

“Okay, the natives are definitely getting restless.” Craig tugged Aimee into his arms and kissed her. “You just want to make trouble.”

“Oh, I’ll give you trouble all right.” She stroked over his crotch.

Twenty

Devlin’s groin tightened at the sight. He knew the four of them had gotten involved in some adventurous sex while on the island, but he hadn’t realized how free and open they’d become. It would take a little getting used to.

He glanced toward Sandra and realized James was kissing her now. Devlin’s chest constricted, knowing the history between them. Damn, maybe he shouldn’t have come this weekend. It was one thing knowing what Sandra was doing with these guys; it was another seeing it right in front of him.

James released Sandra and her gaze strayed to Devlin. He glanced toward the guys’ boat so she wouldn’t see the jealousy in his eyes.

“Let me give you a hand with your gear.” He climbed aboard their boat and within moments, the three of them had the bags and cooler on the dock beside the others.

“Why don’t you ladies go ahead up and we’ll bring your stuff?” James suggested.

Aimee smiled. “Sounds good to me. We’ll go fire up the barbecue.”

“Great idea.” Craig grinned. “You’ve already got us fired up.”

Sandra glanced at Devlin. He smiled and nodded. She turned and accompanied Aimee along the path toward their cottage.

Craig opened their cooler and pulled out a bottle of beer, opened it, and handed it to Devlin, then retrieved one for James and himself, too. They all took a swig.

“You going to be okay with this?” James asked Devlin.

“Yeah, sure. Why not?”

“Because we all know you’re in love with Sandra. It must be strange seeing her kissing other men, let alone … what we’ll be doing later.”

So the men had purposely pushed his buttons.

“Yeah. No worries.”

“Okay. Look,” James said, “if you’re worried about me and Sandra, because of our history, don’t be. Aimee filled us in, and it’s pretty clear I don’t stand a chance. And I’m fine with that.” He patted Devlin’s shoulder. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. To Sandra, Craig and I are just a distraction.”

Devlin nodded, glad of the encouragement. He took another swig of his beer as James stacked the bags on top of the wheeled cooler. Devlin picked up the lone bag that didn’t fit and carried it as the other two men pulled the coolers along the dock and onto the path.

*   *   *

Sandra stretched her legs out on the lounge chair as she gazed over the water, which was as still as glass. She took a sip of her hard lemonade.

After finishing up dinner, they’d gone outside to sit on the deck and relax, enjoying the haunting call of the loons across the calm lake.

Aimee stood up and leaned back against the deck railing. “Sandra, come over here for a minute.”

Sandra put down her bottle and stood up, then strolled to Aimee’s side.

“I just thought I saw something on your top.” Aimee peered closely at Sandra’s cotton blouse, then stroked her hand along the top of Sandra’s breast.

Sandra knew there was nothing on her clean white blouse. This was Aimee’s way of getting things started. Aimee stroked again, then cupped Sandra’s breast.

“I think you should take it off.”

“You’re right.” Sandra smiled as she gazed at the three eager male faces watching. Even Devlin. She knew he’d been tense about coming up here, but dinner and a few beers seemed to have relaxed him. She was glad about that.

“I’ll help you.” Aimee winked impishly, then released the buttons on Sandra’s blouse.

As her blouse opened, revealing her lacy pink bra beneath, the heat of the male gazes on her intensified. Finally, her blouse draped open and she shrugged it from her shoulders.

“Oh, honey, whatever was on your top went right through.” Aimee reached around Sandra’s body and released the bra clasp, then dropped the straps from her shoulders.

Sandra slipped her arms from the straps but held the bra cups in place for a moment, suddenly shy to be half naked in front of all three men. This was the first time Devlin would see her in this sort of situation, with the other men seeing her body, touching her, in front of him. She was a little nervous about it. But she sucked in a breath, keeping her gaze anywhere but on Devlin, and dropped the lace garment to the ground.

Aimee stroked over Sandra’s breasts and her nipples peaked. She was becoming more relaxed with her body responding to Aimee. It was fun and exciting sharing with her friend like this.

“You have such pretty breasts,” Aimee said as she stroked. She cupped Sandra’s cheek, then kissed her.

Aimee’s soft tongue slipped into her mouth and Sandra opened to receive it, then stroked Aimee’s tongue with her own. So sweet and delicate. Then Aimee drew back and leaned down to Sandra’s breast. As Aimee took Sandra’s nipple into her mouth, Sandra sucked in a breath at the warm sensation.

“You know, it’s such a lovely warm evening, I think all of us should go topless.” Sandra glanced to the men. Devlin’s gaze was locked on Aimee’s hand still stroking Sandra’s breast.

Craig tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, revealing his tiger tattoo. James and Devlin immediately followed suit. Then all of them stared at Aimee.

She laughed. “Okay.” She grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head. She then released the clasp of her front-opening red bra and peeled it back, revealing her large round breasts with the dusky nipples already hard and ready.

Sandra reached out and caressed one of Aimee’s round breasts, glided her fingers over the pebbly aureole, then stroked the beadlike nipple between her thumb and finger. She pulled Aimee against her body, their breasts crushing together, then licked Aimee’s lips. Aimee’s tongue peeked out and their tongue tips danced together, visible to the men.

Sandra drew back and gazed at their audience. “Gee, the men look like their jeans are too tight.”

“It was a big dinner,” Aimee said.

“Maybe they should unzip them,” Sandra suggested.

“Or take them off entirely.” Aimee grinned.

“We will, if you will.” Craig’s wide smile gleamed.

Aimee smiled at Sandra and reached for the button on her cutoffs. Sandra unfastened her own denim shorts and they both dropped them to the deck. Now they both wore only their thongs, Sandra’s black lace and Aimee’s red satin.

Three clunks sounded as the men dropped their jeans and stepped out of them. Now they stood before Aimee and Sandra in only their boxers.

“You know, I think I’ll just be over there if you need any help, honey.” Aimee crossed to a lounge chair and stretched out, clearly indicating that this was Sandra’s party.

“You all look so sexy.” Sandra gazed at the three solid, muscular chests in front of her, then glided over the boxers.

Craig’s cock extended out the front of his boxers. James stroked his, still inside the soft cloth. Devlin did the same. She walked to Craig and kissed him, her hand stroking over the taut muscles of his abs to the waistband of his boxers, but no lower. Then she kissed James, stroking his tight abs, too.

When she kissed Devlin, he tightened his hold on her and cupped his hand around her head, his fingers spiking through her hair, and kissed her fiercely.

*   *   *

Devlin didn’t want to be the third man Sandra kissed. He wanted to be the
only
man. But he couldn’t back out now. For one, he was too damned turned on. Also, he needed to show her he could give her this freedom.

And a part of him wanted to see the other men touch her.

The only way he could accept his two opposite desires—to keep her to himself and to share her—was to be in total control.

“Remember I told you a woman must totally submit to me,” he murmured quietly in her ear.

She gazed up at him with wide eyes. “Yes.”

“That goes for right now, too.”

Twenty-one

Sandra stared at Devlin, his blue eyes glittering with authority. “Yes, Master.”

The other men grinned at her words.

“Gentlemen, this woman is my love slave, and I am willing to share her with you tonight.”

“Sounds good to me,” James said.

Craig grinned expectantly.

“Go to the railing,” Devlin commanded.

Sandra walked to the wooden railing and faced the men.

“Now hang on to the railing.”

She reached behind herself and grasped the top of the railing, which caused her breasts to thrust forward. The men stared at her peaking nipples.

“Stand just like that until I come back.” Devlin disappeared into the house, then returned a moment later with a zippered bag. He drew out two wrist cuffs and strapped them around her wrists. He attached a carabiner clip to the ring on each cuff, then brought out some rope which he fed through the clip on one band, coiled it through the vertical bars of the railing, then fed it through the clip on the other band. He pulled the rope, pulling her wrists tight behind her, then tied it.

“Very good.” He stood in front of her and stroked her breasts gently, then down her belly. When he reached her black panties, he slipped his finger under the hem, dipping enough to stroke the top of the heart, then glided sideways to her hip. He slid a finger under the hem at her other hip and he drew the panties down her legs, then off.

Now she stood in front of the men, her hands tied behind her, totally naked.

“Open your legs,” Devlin commanded.

Sandra moved her feet wider apart, exposing her opening, heat thrumming through her.

*   *   *

Devlin stared at her. Could he really continue with this? Share her with the other men?

Aimee stood up, dropped her panties to the ground, and stood beside Sandra, then placed her hands on the railing behind her, thrusting her breasts forward.

“I can be quite submissive, too.”

Devlin had never thought of Aimee sexually, but she was a beautiful woman, and with her standing there, with her breasts thrust forward and her totally shaven pussy exposed, his hormones raced through him even faster. If Sandra could enjoy other men in front of him, why shouldn’t he indulge, too?

“Can you now?” He stroked over her soft breasts. His cock swelled harder. He pulled her into his arms and claimed her mouth, then thrust his tongue inside. She gasped, then melted against him.

He released her and glanced at Sandra. She smiled, her olive green eyes dark with interest. Time to give her a show.

He drew Aimee across the deck with him until he stood beside one of the lounge chairs. He pushed off his boxers. Aimee’s gaze locked on his cock and her eyes widened. He smiled and wrapped his hand around it.

“Okay, slave, show me what you can do with this.”

Aimee sat down on the end of the chair and reached for his cock. Her mouth wrapped around his cockhead and she licked it. Then she glided forward and … Oh, God, she took him deeper than he’d ever been in a woman’s mouth. She glided back and took him deep again. Then she drew back and sucked and licked.

He glanced at Sandra, who watched Aimee sucking him. Sandra’s cheeks flushed. He couldn’t tell if she was turned on by watching Aimee or jealous.