ISBN eBook: 1-59998-581-0
Erotic Contemporary Romance, Ménage a trois
Also Available in print as part of the SINS OF SUMMER anthology including the following stories: “Fantasmagorical” by Annmarie McKenna, “Take Me” by Mackenzie McKade, “A Scorching Seduction” by Marie Harte and “Honeymoon Castaways” by Dawn Halliday.
Newlywed Catalina Robinson thinks it’s not possible to be more satisfied…but then she learns what it’s like to love two men.
A Midsummer Night’s Steam story
Cat has just married Dave Robinson, the man of her dreams. Their Best Man, Andreas Bailey, is flying them to their honeymoon resort in Barbados. But over the middle of the ocean, something goes horribly wrong…
Cat, Dave and Andreas find themselves stranded on an uninhabited Caribbean island. Though she’s never thought of him as more than a friend, Cat finds herself connecting to Andreas in a way she never expected and is shocked and aroused to learn that her husband feels the same way. Together, the three of them discover a heat and passion uninhibited by the conventions of society. But will they ever be rescued? And what will happen to their unusual relationship once they return home?
Warning: This excerpt contains material inappropriate for minors.
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She added pressure to Andreas’s thigh. “This isn’t your fault, you know.”
He cocked his head at her. “It was my airplane, my radios, my ELT. At least I should have told you to make sure you’d have cell phone coverage, but I didn’t even do that, did I?”
She shrugged. “We wouldn’t have done anything to our cell phones. We weren’t planning to use them on the honeymoon. We wanted a complete escape.” She smiled slyly. “Looks like we got it.”
“Huh.” Andreas flung his stone past Cat. They all watched it skip three times before hitting a rock at the far end of the pool.
She turned back to him. “Stop being so angry with yourself. We don’t blame you for any of this.”
“You can say that now–it’s only been two days. How are you going to feel in a week when we’re hungry, sunburned and bored? If we’re not dead of some tropical infection, that is.”
“We’ll work through it together. And we’re not going to die of an infection–you’ve got antibiotics in your first-aid kit.”
She squeezed his thigh.”We’re together,” she whispered meaningfully, knowing he felt like an outsider.
He wouldn’t anymore. Not if she could help it.
Taking a deep breath, she moved to stand directly in front of Andreas. Slowly, she reached up to stroke his cheek, gliding her fingers over his lips. He had such a gorgeous, wide mouth, such full lips, so soft. She kept her eyes solidly on his, but felt Dave watching her. Heat resonated from him, swirling between the three of them.
Andreas’s eyes narrowed. He flicked a glance at Dave. “What are you doing?”
Courage, Cat. She swallowed the lump of anxiety in her throat. “Kiss me.”
“Hell, no!” Andreas jumped to his feet into the pool in front of her. Water splashed, wetting her shorts.
Andreas’s head swung from Dave to her, and back again. “What the fuck is this? Is this some kind of test?”
Cat took two shaky steps backward. “I’m sorry, I– No, it’s not a test.”
Andreas turned to leave, but Dave captured his forearm. “Stay. We have a proposition for you.”
Andreas stopped, breathing heavily, staring at Dave. The muscles in his torso were so tense, they rippled with every breath. “What?”
Dave’s Adam’s apple bobbed, the only hint that he was nervous. He didn’t beat around the bush. “I want you to sleep with Cat.”
Goose bumps rippled over Cat’s skin.
Dave’s voice lowered. “Come on, man. It’s stupid for you to jack off in the corner while we’re having a good time.”
Cat didn’t think skin as dark as Andreas’s could flush, but he proved her wrong. His cheeks reddened. He pressed his lips together and didn’t speak.
Dave held out his hand. “Come here, Cat.”
Shakily, she took her husband’s hand and moved to stand between his legs. He turned her to face Andreas. “Look at her. She wants this.” Dave stroked her hair. “I want it. You want it. Why deny it?”
Cat’s nipples ached. She didn’t dare cast a glance at them, but feared they must be poking out like marbles against the shiny material of her bikini top. Resisting the urge to cover herself, she raised her gaze from the rippling water at Andreas’s shins, up his strong legs, his gray surf shorts, his rippled abs and muscular torso, his strong chin and nose, sculpted cheekbones. She stopped when she saw the fear shining in his eyes. He looked more fearful now than he had sounded in the moments before the crash. He shook his head minutely.
Dave flicked the clasps at her neck and behind her back. She stood very still as the bikini top slithered down her body and slid into the water. Still as a statue, Andreas watched her. She gazed into his eyes, saw his pupils dilate.
“Dave,” he groaned.
She was on display. Her husband was the one putting her on display, showing off her body like a trophy. His trophy.
God, it made her hot. Her pussy was on fire. She wanted Dave’s mouth on it. She wanted both their mouths on it.
Dave pulled her close into his body and licked up the curved side of her breast. “She tastes good, my friend.”
She stared at Andreas. He didn’t move.
Dave stroked down her shoulder blade, resting his palm on the small of her back.
A muscle in Andreas’s arm quivered.
Cat licked her lips. Now or never.
She moved out of Dave’s embrace and took two long steps through the knee-deep water. She felt Dave’s presence just behind her as he jumped into the water and stepped forward with her.
“Please kiss me.” She pressed her breasts against Andreas’s chest, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to hers.
He froze, but he didn’t jerk away. She’d never kissed such an unresponsive mouth. His lips felt like velvet against hers, so soft. She kissed the corners of his mouth, then a little higher at that place that dimpled when he smiled. She returned to his lips, brushing them over and over with hers. Dave held her from behind, running his hands up and down the sides of her waist.
Andreas’s cock pressed against her belly. Dave’s rubbed against her lower back.
Cat’s knees buckled. It didn’t matter. Dave held her up.
She nipped at Andreas’s lower lip. She could feel his tension, streams of electricity buzzing beneath his skin. She willed him to relax, to set himself free, to open to her. She traced his lips with her tongue, and then tried to nudge them apart. Suddenly, she was no longer in control.