STORY EXCERPT

It felt as though years had passed since they’d had the chance to just be. No commitments outside of the one they’d made to each other, nothing to do and nowhere to be, just a free four weeks in which they could take a step back and reevaluate their lives.

And if they wanted to do that anywhere, then this was the perfect place. The Corsakis was unashamedly for the unorthodox members of society. Or, she amended cynically, the rich clientele with unusual lifestyles.

Harden had heard about it from a friend who’d visited the place himself. Apparently, The Corsakis was a notorious vacation spot for triads. Or even those who lived in ménage a quatres...hence the seating areas. All for three to four people, never just the two. Harden’s friend had told him that extended to every part of the hotel. So, the beds were double the regular size, in the dining rooms, the tables were always set for a minimum of three, and small enclosures were dotted around the various pools for impromptu bouts of sex.

This was definitely an “Adult Only” kind of hotel.

Talk about the best sort.

It would be rather liberating not to have to hide who and what they were to each other. That is if they managed to survive the trip!

Huffing at the thought, she finally located their passports and travel documentation. It was unusual handling this herself. After five years of living with her guys, she was pretty accustomed to all of this being dealt with by one of their PAs. But this vacation was about privacy, and getting back to the heart of their relationship. No business allowed, no PAs or other members of staff permitted on board.

Handing over what seemed like a book instead of a reservation docket, she nodded when the receptionist replied, “Thank you, Mrs. Drake. I’ll just attend to your booking.”

The woman’s smiling face turned pink a second later, and after five years of seeing such a reaction, Bella knew Harden and Evan had appeared behind her. The woman’s wide-eyed appraisal irritated her, but she was too goddamn tired to react, even though the receptionist’s study went on for an indecent length of time.

Only when she cleared her throat did the woman realize she’d been gawking, and she bowed her head over the computer a second later.

Brows raised, Bella turned back to face her men. “Even jet-lagged you get that reaction. It’s not fair.”

Evan’s lips twitched. “It’s not like we can help it, honey.”

She rolled her eyes, refusing to be charmed as she always was by his cut-glass British accent. “I’m sure you can. There must be something you can do,” she retorted, prodding a chuckle out of Harden.

“Would you like us to start wearing burkhas?”

She grinned. “It would keep you safe from prying eyes, that’s for damned sure. But I'm not sure if it would make either of you modest!”

“Why, honey, I do like you jealous,” Evan murmured, sliding a hand around her waist and dragging her against his side. “If my cock wasn’t even more exhausted than I am, I’d show you just how much I like it when you turn green on us.”

“Good job your cock isn’t up to anything, because my pussy has a ‘No Entry’ sign hanging up,” she retorted, ignoring his comment about her jealousy. She wasn’t jealous, she was territorial. She hated how other women drooled over what was essentially hers.

Harden snorted. “And what if I’m all fired up?”

“There’s always your fist and a shower,” she told him sweetly. “Although, if that’s the case, I’ll grab some matchsticks, prop my eyelids open, and watch the show. I do love it when you’re all wet and soapy.”

A growl rumbled through his chest as she flashed him a teasing glance. “Minx.”

She winked, then turned back to face the now-startled receptionist, who had quite definitely been eavesdropping. Bella sighed impatiently. “Is everything okay?”

“Why, yes, Mrs. Drake. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. If you’d like to follow me, I can guide you to the Olympian Suite.”

The woman, name-tagged Catarina, trundled out from behind the desk, and with a smile, strode on ahead, inviting them to follow her.

ADULT EXCERPT

Deciding to ask Harden later about Evan’s strange study of him, she moved away from the wrought iron and glass table she’d been sitting on for the last hour, before either man had awoken, and did as she’d wanted...wrapped her arms around Harden’s toned belly.

When her arms slipped around his hot, silken flesh, she groaned a little, letting her fingers knead the thick muscles found there.

“At times, I wonder if you remember I’m not Sax.”

She snorted. Sax was their dog. “If you’re complaining about being petted...”

Before she could continue, Harden tutted. “Not complaining, just making a statement. Although, if petting is what you’re doing, I have body parts clamoring for your attention.”

She tilted her head to stare up at him with a grin, seeing the faint lines crinkling at his eyes as he looked down at her, a mischievously cocked brow aimed her way.

“Clamoring, eh?” Bella asked, tone serious. “I’ve obviously been lax in my duty.” Her hand slipped down over the taut line of his stomach, slid beneath the waistband of his shorts, and grasped his cock. She squeezed, hard, enough to make him groan and his shoulders to hunch a little more. The faint look of relief on his face had her sighing.

It wasn’t her fault they’d not had sex in close to a month!

She let her hand shape his shaft, an act she’d done often and never grew tired of. The tip of his dick was flatteringly wet, his pre-cum soaking her fingers as she began to tug back and forth until her hand made a clapping noise with the speed of her motion.

As a long, low groan spilled through the air, she was suddenly pushed back. Before she could complain, hands were on her shoulders, pushing her down to the ground. She knelt, willingly, staring up at him, eyes watering at the glare of the sun in the blindingly blue sky.

“Suck it,” he gritted out, voice so guttural it hit her low—right in the pussy.

She grabbed a hold of his shaft, pulling his boxers down to his knees, and slipped her mouth over the tip. Salty, musky...Harden. She wet his long dick with her tongue, prodding the tiny hole, slurping him up, every luscious, sloppy inch. Bobbing her head back and forth, she took as much of him as she could, letting her spittle slip from between her lips to drip down over to his balls. She pulled free, then lowered her head further down. Taking a globe between her lips, she sucked harder, prodding the taut skin with her tongue.

“Where do you want to come, baby?” she asked, panting as she released his balls, and slipped back up to his cock.

“Where can I come?” he retorted, blue eyes brighter than the azure sky overhead.

She made a slurping noise as she pulled his shaft from her mouth. “Anywhere,” she promised, knowing how that would turn him on. After nearly six years together, she knew his kinks.

His groan hit her clit, making her toes curl with the pleasure of it.

“Your face,” he growled out, part plea, part command

She smiled up at him, having known instinctively what his choice would be. Bella knew how to strike a bargain, even if Harden didn’t know a deal was being struck.

Slowly retracting her mouth from his cock, she looked up at him, and watched as he grabbed a hold of his shaft and began to jack off. Fast, hard, and rough, his hips rocked as he began to growl out his pleasure. She braced herself for the fast spurt of his seed, and forced herself to stillness when it pelted her cheeks, mouth, nose, and brow.

He milked his cock as he snarled, long and low, ensuring every droplet was free from his balls and messily decorating her face.

His panting breaths were loud in the silence of the balcony, and he stared down at her, eyes glittering with a ferocity that was hard-wired to her pussy. She didn’t have to question what a gladiator at the Coliseum would have looked like post-victory, Bella knew from Harden’s masculine satisfaction. He’d conquered her. Many a time.

His hand snapped out, fingers trailing through the mess he’d made. Swirling some of the seed into her skin, rubbing it into the patch of flesh beneath her nose. He dipped the digits into his mouth, expecting her to lick them clean, and she obeyed. With each lapping lick of his fingers, her cunt clenched down, needing to be filled.

Almost as though Evan had heard her pussy’s silent plea, she felt his heat at her back, then his fingers slid along the contours of her. She was embarrassingly wet, because while coming on her face was Harden’s kink, it turned her on something fierce too. His hand slid back and forth, until the squelching noises overtook the quiet terrace. She felt three fingers rim her cunt, felt the back of his hand run between the lips, and before she could do more than screech, the digits were back, four of them this time, but they kept on coming, on and on until she was filled with Evan’s fist.

She panted at the tight fit, letting her head drift down to rest against Harden’s upper thigh, his cock bobbing against her cheek. Bella cried out when Evan began to move, gently as he always did when he fisted her, cautiously. And that very caution drove her wild. It was the precursor to so much more, and she couldn’t wait. Her body was literally throbbing with the need for both men.

Evan’s other hand toyed with her clit, pinching and playing, nipping between the tips before outright rubbing. Her hips slammed up and down in reaction to his thrusts, and she cried out each and every time he slid slickened fingers around the nubbin of her pleasure.