I’d stayed up for an hour or so after Zane and Foster had left, just laying in my bed and glowing about what’d happened. Glowing and freaking out a little, but mostly just sort of letting it all sink in.
I’d fucked two men. At once. I’d let two gorgeous men tie me to my own bed, cut my panties off, and take me every which way they’d pleased. And more than that? I’d freaking loved it.
My night had been the single hottest sexual experience of my life. Bar none. In a way, I felt so dirty, and used, and so slutty. But it was a side of me I don’t think I’d ever allowed to come out before. And now that it was?
Well, I kinda liked it.
I also wanted to see them again. I knew what the night before was — I knew it’d just been hot, amazing, vacation sex. But that didn’t meant I didn’t want more of it.
I wanted a lot more of it.
I spent the day purposely avoiding my work and emails, choosing instead to just relax. I mean, how could I not after the night I’d had? I laid on the beach, I read part of a trashy romance book, and I even had a glass of wine with lunch.
Perfect.
But by the time it started to get dark outside, I was hungering for something else, and I knew exactly what it was.
The beach party was back that night, a little less crazy than it’d been the night before maybe, but the same thumping music, the same hedonistic dancing, and the same flickering lights were back on. I dressed quickly, opting this time for just a bikini top and a different wraparound skirt. After a second of hesitation, I grinned wickedly as I slipped my panties off from beneath it.
After all, there was no need to beat around the bush this time. I knew, and they knew exactly why I was meeting them tonight, and as hot as it’d been, I didn’t need them cutting all my panties in half.
Music and swirling bodies surrounded me as I entered the dance area. I slipped through the crowd, my eyes scanning until they landed on them.
God they looked good.
They still weren’t wearing damn shirts, and I sure as hell wasn’t complaining. Foster and Zane grinned as they saw me, their eyes flashing something hungry as they stood from their chairs and moved towards me across the dance floor.
“Hey,” Zane growled, leaning in giving me a lingering kiss on my neck in that spot below my ear that sent a hot throb right through my body. Foster came right in, his hand cupping my jaw as he leaned in and gave me a straight-up Hollywood kiss that sent me reeling and had my panties soaked in a second.
“Show off,” Zane muttered.
Foster grinned. “Let’s get a drink.”
We moved to the bar area and got drinks — tequila, again — and shared a knowing look between all three of us. We chatted a little, but it was clear it was all preliminary stuff. We all knew what we wanted, and I think all three of us were just counting down the minutes until we could run back to my cabana again.
One drink turned into two, and the both of them started to move closer and closer as the sexy music throbbed over us. I felt a hand on my waist, and another came around to grab my ass as we started to dance and sway, Foster in front of me and Zane grinding against my ass.
“You two work fast.”
I was jolted out of my little reverie by a voice. A dark, gruff, baritone voice. I glanced up, and my jaw fell open.
The man was gorgeous. Dark brown hair, steely blue eyes, chiseled features, and a physique exactly like those of Foster and Zane. And like them, he was shirtless at the beach club, wearing just a pair of shorts and a collection of ink across his hard-packed torso.
My two guys stopped dancing and turned to the newcomer and for a second, I wondered if they’d get territorial with this new guy stepping into our little circle.
“Oh, hey man. What’s up?”
Well, guess not. Zane reached out and clapped the new guy on the back, signaling that they apparently knew each other. God, how did three men this good looking all hang out together?
The new guy eyed the two of them before his eyes landed on me. His jaw tightened as his eyes very openly drank me, and I blushed.
“We need to go,” he said gruffly, turning to his two friends.
Foster frowned. “Chill, Gareth. This is Cassandra.”
Gareth turned his eyes back to me, letting them dance over every inch of me again. A shiver not unlike the one I’d felt when I’d first met Foster and Zane teased through my body as he grinned hungrily. “Well damn,” he growled.
I swallowed.
“So what’s up that you had to come crash?” Zane asked.
“Boss wanted to talk to you guys about tomorrow. He already gave me the run-down but wants to make sure you’re good to go.”
Zane groaned. “Shit. Now?”
“You know how he is.”
Zane’s brow furrowed as he moved away from me. “Yeah.”
“Look, Cassandra, we need to jet, actually,” Foster turned to me, frowning.
“Oh, yeah, that’s fine.”
“It’s a work thing.”
“Believe me, I get it.” I smiled at him. “Maybe I’ll see you guys tomorrow night.”
“Yeah, uh—”
“Maybe,” Zane finished, looking away before turning back to me. “Look, stay and have a good night.”
I shrugged. “Nah, maybe I’ll just call it a night.”
“Don’t quit out on a vacation night cause of us.” Foster grinned as he leaned into me. “Stay. Gareth can keep you company.” He turned to his buddy. “You don’t mind keeping Cassandra company do you?”
“I can’t imagine how that’d be a problem,” the big, dark-haired, blued-eyed man said with a hungry grin at me.
“See? All set.” Foster grinned as he leaned close again. “Gareth is our best friend. Trust me, he’s good people. Stay, have a good time.” His hand slipped over my waist to my ass, giving me a little squeeze as he pulled me against him. He kissed me, sucking at my lip and leaving me breathless as he pulled away. Zane pulled me to him, kissing me as well, and I realized I didn’t remotely care how scandalous it must look here at the bar and in front of their friend no less for me to be kissing two different men.
“Have fun,” he whispered against my lips, winking.
He and Foster nodded at each other and clapped Gareth on the back before they headed off. The man I’d just met turned back to me.
“Guess it’s just you and me. Sorry to crash your party.”
I blushed, thinking of how he’d probably seen me grinding with both his friends like that when he’d walked up. “Oh, it’s fine,” I said quickly, shrugging. “I guess I’ll just take off back to my—”
“Stay. Let’s dance.”
My eyes darted back to his, seeing the same grin there I’d seen across both his friends’ faces. He had a kind, if not rugged face, but like his friends, I saw no danger there. My eyes drifted over his hard, chiseled body, across the lines of tattoo ink crisscrossing his arms and chest, including, I realized, the same winged angel in a motorcycle helmet that both his friends had.
I looked back up at his face to see him grinning. “So do I pass?”
“Pass what?”
He chuckled. “The test. I was about to make a crack about you checking me out, but it felt more like a once-over.”
I smiled. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I like you looking at me.”
My face went red. “You guys all have the same tattoo.”