Take Me Back

“You can’t tell me you’re not intrigued, Kat. How long has it been since you’ve done something truly exhilarating?”


He steps toward me, and I retreat into Dane’s arms. Vander stops immediately as Dane’s hand curls into my hair and grips my neck.

“Thanks, man, but we’re not interested.”

“You’re missing out. Anya doesn’t just have dick-sucking lips, she’s got the skills to go with them. But that’s fine. I’ll just let her put them to work on me.”

Through all of this, Anya has said nothing. Her boyfriend offers her up to give another man a blow job, and she doesn’t object in the slightest.

“I think we should get back to our room,” I murmur to Dane.

He nods at Vander. “Have a good one.”

I smile weakly at Anya, whose expression takes on a disappointed cast. Seriously? Disappointed? Then again, maybe she wanted her shot with Dane, and now she’s upset she won’t get it.

Too damn bad. I don’t share.

Dane takes my hand as we walk down the dock, and I’m thankful to be away from Vander and Anya.

When we’re out of earshot, I ask, “Did that really just happen?”

“Sure did, but I’m good not talking about it.”

I jerk my gaze up to his face. “You don’t want to talk about the fact that we were just propositioned by swingers? Seriously? Because . . . I don’t know about you, but this is a first for me.”

One of Dane’s answers while we were playing Never Have I Ever comes back to me. He’s had a threesome. What if it was with swingers?

“Oh my God, this has happened to you before. Is that what you did?” I hold up a hand. “Wait. Never mind. I don’t know if I want to know that.”

“I’ve been asked before. Usually by the wife. But no, I’ve never done it.”

We’re nearing the pier that leads to our overwater bungalow and I stop, causing him to bump into me before I turn around to face him.

“But you’ve had a threesome. Or maybe more than one . . .”

“It’s ancient history, Kat. Seriously, I’m not talking about it.”

“Is it something you used to do often? Is that . . . is that something you miss?”

Where are all these questions coming from? Why do I care? It’s not like I’ve ever given Dane a rundown on my sexual experiences before him. We’ve left that topic undiscussed, and up until now, I assumed that was for the best. But what if . . . what if he’s not satisfied? I mean, hell, it’s been how long since we’ve had sex? And my husband used to be a badass in the bedroom who had threesomes.

A cloud of insecurity hovers around me as I stare at his face, looking for answers to all the questions I’m afraid to ask.

“Are you fucking kidding me? No, Kat. I don’t miss anything except for having you whenever and wherever I want. That’s what I miss. I miss my goddamned wife and how easy it used to be between us. I want that back. I don’t fucking care about threesomes or swingers or any other women but you.”

His response comforts me and levels me at the same time.

He misses me. He misses us. Because I shut down and pushed him away.

“I miss us too.”

“Then we’re going to fix this shit right now,” Dane growls, lowering his shoulder.

“What are you—”

My question is cut off as he plants that shoulder into my belly and hoists me over it.

Within three steps, Dane reaches our door, shoves the key into the lock, and flings it wide open with such force that it slams behind us.

“I need my wife. Naked. Under me. Squeezing my cock hard as I make her come. It’s been way too fucking long, and we’re never waiting this long again, Kat. You understand me?”

He tosses me down on the bed, my back bouncing off it before I land again.

Dane’s expression is determined and . . . hungry. My nipples tighten and my thighs squeeze together.

I’ve missed us too. I want him. And what’s more, the ferocity in his gaze makes me even more daring.

“Then take me. Take all of me.”

His nostrils flare as he steps forward, his knees bumping against the mattress. Without ever breaking eye contact, he snatches off one flip-flop and then the other, tossing them across the room.

A hand closes around each of my ankles, and he spreads my legs open and drags me down the bed. Both palms slide up my smooth legs, under the thin dress I chose as a cover-up until he reaches my bathing suit bottoms. His fingers curl into the material and yank it down my legs, leaving me bare to his gaze.

I’m already wet and ready.

“I’m going to eat this pussy for dessert.” Dane swipes a thumb across my splayed opening, already slick for him. “But first, I need to remind you exactly who it belongs to. Me.”

With the last word he speaks, he thrusts a finger inside me, and my hips buck upward at the invasion.

I missed this.

Fucking in and out with his finger, his thumb pressing hard on my clit, Dane brings me to the edge faster than I could ever manage myself.

“You want this? You want us? You want everything I’m going to give you?”

“Yes.” My reply comes out more like a plea, and it is. I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve had a decent orgasm. My own attempts in my empty hotel rooms at night were lackluster at best.

“Tell me. Tell me this is forever, Kat. Always and fucking forever.”

“Yes, always and forever.”

Dane presses harder on my clit, and I scream as I arch off the bed and let the orgasm wash over me. He adds to the pressure and the orgasm keeps coming and coming, until I’m not sure I can bear any more. I reach down, gripping his hand with both of mine, and he finally pulls it away.

“That’s just number one.” Dane rips his T-shirt over his head and shoves his shorts down his legs. His cock, thick and hard, springs free.

Thank you, God.

“Keep your legs spread. I love seeing you open for me.”

I nod, but it’s not enough. A flash of something flits across Dane’s expression.