Me, You, and…WHO!
Holiday Blues
Pennington
Seevers couldn’t believe he had picked the same all-inclusive island holiday
get-away that the very woman he wanted to escape also chose. His partner, best
friend, and lover, Rory Burton, was along for the trip and seemed to find the
situation to his liking. Penn and Rory enjoyed sex together, but Rory insisted
Penn was attracted to the woman, and if he told her, they could possibly
experience the best holiday ever for a few blissful weeks in the sun.
Headley
Etta Xavier was going on vacation, her first in three years, and she meant to make
the most of it. The exclusive resort advertized adults only and Hex hoped everyone
observed the what-happens-in-stays-in way
of thinking. Working with two of the hottest men in the city, in love with one
of them, kept her horny. Getting involved with either could mean an end to
Hex’s job so she planned to exorcise both while away by hooking up with a
stranger to ease her frustration. Hell, if her plan worked, it could be a
wonderful holiday.
A holiday to
remember or a case of holiday blues -- which way would it go?
**Ménage
with Male/Male/Female**
EXCERPT:
Straightening her dress, the voices, very
quiet, reminded her of someone close to two thousand miles away. Closing her
eyes she let the vision of Penn bloom in her mind, she imagined how his fingers
would feel inside her, touching, teasing, and bringing her to climax. Her head
lolled back, “Damn him,” Hex sighed. She was so tired.
“You may as well come in.”
Pennington Seevers’ voice had followed her
half way around the world. Oh. My. God!
Realizing the voice was real, Hex jumped banging her head on the tree and stars
danced behind her eyelids. Her knees melted.
Pennington Seevers. What in hell was he
doing in Antigua?
“Are you okay?” And, good Lord, Rory Burton.
“Uhh, I…I…bumped my head.”
“Come on.” Rory had her by the arm, led her
in the door. “Penn, get some water, she must have had a nasty bump.” He lead Hex
to the sofa.
A little dizzy, she noticed both men
wrapped in towels, Penn leaned, arms crossed, nonchalantly against the kitchen
door frame. “Yeah, trees down here jump right out and pop you.”
“Stop, Penn, she doesn’t need your crap
right now.”
How the hell long had she stood there.
Shit, she must have dozed off daydreaming about the man. About the very same man
she heard earlier in the throes of sex with another…man! Well, not just any man, but Rory Burton!
Every sense operated on overload. Colors
were brighter, voices clearer, and there was no mistaking what went on here. “I
didn’t mean to intrude, really, I’m fine, I’m guest cabin three, I can get there
by myself.”
Hex attempted to get up. Penn shoved a
glass of water in her hand. “What stopped you from getting there before?” Blue
eyes were stormy gray. “See anything you liked?”
“Penn!” Rory scolded.
Hex trembled, “I’ve said I was sorry, I
didn’t mean to…” To what? And, yes, she meant to watch, and though she was
shocked at finding them here, a little shocked at what she witnessed, Hex was
sad they had to hide behind droves of women to escape what they were. “I didn’t
know.”
“Know what?” Penn still had his hand
wrapped around hers holding the glass. The lines around his mouth deepened.
“Know what, Hex?”
“You’re gay.” There, she said it. “I saw…I
watched you.”
“Did it turn you on?”
It turned her on, and oddly enough, it made
her want Penn more. He was loving with Rory, so wonderfully sweet…Stop! Where would this get her? She
wasn’t exactly Pennington Seevers’ cup of tea. She glanced at Rory, wondered
how he survived the stories and bullshit at the office. Hex’s heart went out to
him for more reasons than one. She liked Rory, wouldn’t want to see him hurt,
but given the right situation, like a job at a different company, she’d have
slept with Penn too, done anything to have and hold him.
“Penn…” Rory sat in a chair across from the
sofa.
She couldn’t keep her free hand from going
to her chest, yet stilling her nerves became impossible with him holding her
hand, pressing it against the cool glass.
He leaned down, whispered, “Did it excite
you, Hex?” He pulled the glass from her hand, sat it on the table and pivoted
back to her. “Come here.” He pulled her up, wrapped an arm around her waist,
and kissed her hard. His tongue pried lips apart, stole into her mouth – and
set her soul on fire.
It would be futile to hide what she felt at
this point. “Damn you, yes, you’ve always excited me, Penn, watching you with
Rory tonight made me come!” What must Rory think of her, what went through his
mind listening to this charade? “Are you satisfied?” His left eye ticked, and
for a brief moment, Hex thought surprise flashed there. Impossible.
He grabbed her right hand, drew it to his
nose and sniffed. “You want me?”
Bastard knew she was right-handed, and God,
Hex wanted him. But what to say to Penn knowing what she did? Hot breath
brushed her face. “You don’t have to pretend with me. What I saw was beautiful,
and I understand.”
“Pretend?” A brow hitched up. “I have
nothing to hide, and honey, there is no pretense here.” His lips feathered
kisses over her eyes down her cheeks, his tongue scorched a fiery path all the
way to her shoulder where thin straps held her cotton dress. Hex felt his teeth
pull the material, tear it from the seam. She didn’t want it to stop, did
nothing to stop it. “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you and, Jesus,
I can’t believe after one kiss, I kept wanting you.” He smashed her lips under
his again, their tongues warred, and no matter what Rory saw or thought, Hex
couldn’t keep from responding. Easing her back, he moved to the other strap,
ripped it, let the dress fall into a puddle at her feet. A cool breeze swept
across hardened nipples. “I’ve wanted to hold you, love you, and be with you
every fucking minute of every day. You haunt my dreams.” Penn bent and licked
her lips. “You make my dick hard.”
Hex forgot how to breathe. She managed to
whisper, “What?” This was a cruel joke, a bad dream. “Why are you torturing me?”
It was a senseless thing to do to her, to Rory.
“I put your face on every woman I slept with
for damn near two years.” Now his hands gripped her hips. “It was always your
pussy I thrust in when I fucked theirs.”
“You’re a mean, sadistic bastard.”
Caution filled Rory’s voice, “Stop it,
Penn, or tell her.”
“Tell me what?” She leaned, tried to see
Rory’s face. Hex still didn’t understand what Penn played at.
Rory’s nervous laughter sounded weird out
of place, but so did everything. “Penn’s doing the best he can to say…”
“Shut up, Rory.”
“Fine, do it your way.”
“Please stop this, Penn.”
“If you heard a single story about me with
a woman in the last five or six months, it was a lie.” His hold tightened. “I
finally realized they would never be you.” His lips covered hers again, his
tongue lashed her mouth, stole her breath. “There is another part to my life
that is no one’s business but I make no pretense about it.” He glanced at Rory.
Hex couldn’t stand the raw pain in his
stark stare. “Penn, you don’t have to…”
“Now it’s your business, Hex.” Blue eyes
smoldered. “I’m bi-sexual, I love ramming my cock in Rory’s ass, I love tasting
every part of him, and there are times I crave his dick in my mouth, my ass.”
He gripped her chin, forced Hex to see him. “I want you more than anything in
this world, but only if you understand, I need Rory as badly as I need you.” He
released her, stepped back. “If you can’t take me like that, pull your dress
up, and walk out that door.”
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