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RIPLEY
“Oh my God, right there. Right… fucking… there…”
I came hard, pulsing inside her. Pumping her full. Filling her all the way up, until there wasn’t an ounce of room for anything else.
“Fuck, Ripley…”
My eyes were only half-open. Somehow they still managed to register the beautiful sight of that perfect ass, screwing tightly back against me. It continued rolling and grinding, milking me dry as she gripped the railing in front of her. Draining me of every last bit of what I had left.
And after going twice already this morning, I didn’t have much.
“Go slow, now.”
My hands were curled into claws, gripping those lethal hips. Still, I did as she asked. I continued rolling forward and back, still embedded in that warm, wonderful place I’d learned to love so much over the past eight days.
“Mmmmm…”
They’dbeen eight beautiful, sun-soaked days.
Eight sinful, devilish nights.
“That was ridiculous.”
She reached back to grab my head, and kissed me over one bare shoulder. Her sweet tongue swept through my mouth, leaving traces of rum and lime and something else, equally delicious. The feel of her lips re-ignited the fire inside me, as they had every single time we’d done this.
“Are you—”
“Still hard,” I sighed. “Ready to keep going.”
I began the slow, familiar push and pull. We’d developed quite a rhythm, Peyton and I. Shit, we’d developed a lot of things over the past week.
“We can go again,” she sighed, breaking the kiss with a roguish smile. “Just… give me a minute.”
I stepped back and tucked myself away, as Peyton rolled her bikini bottoms back up. Watching them climb those supple, curvy thighs was almost worth the cost of her putting my favorite new toy away. Even temporarily.
My hand lingered on her smooth brown ass, which was getting browner every day. My fingers wandered, all on their own. She couldn’t be more soaked if she’d just come out of the ocean.
Come to think of it, shedidjust come out of the ocean.
“Careful,” Peyton chuckled. “Remember, there are three of you, and only one of me. If you boys want to keep playing with this,” she patted herself, “you’ll need to be gentle.”
She turned to face me, putting her back to the sea. With the sun setting behind her, she’d never looked more beautiful. Especially all blonde and tan, the sun-kissed skin of her soft, open face dotted with playful freckles.
I’d never been this relaxed. This far removed from anything even remotely resembling an issue, or a problem. We were in hiding from one of the most dangerous, resourceful men on the entire planet. We should be huddled together, preparing for every contingency.
And yet all I could think about was those full pink lips, and how incredible it felt to keep kissing them.
For more than a week we’d shared this incredible woman, body and soul, like some cherished prize we’d all been awarded. We took her in the morning, or at night, or anywhere in between. I’d had her in the plunge pool, with those smooth legs wrapped around me. In the hammock, cuddling after breakfast. I’d had her with Theo, together in the grass, right next to the garden path. I’d even shared her with Colson, in that giant, four-poster bed she slept in, after we’d bumped into each other in the hallway at two in the morning.
Peyton giggled like a schoolgirl that night, because it turned out she’d told us both to visit her room at the same time. We’d punished her by snapping her G-string in half, shoving her into the pillows, and holding her down for each other for the next hour. As far as punishments went though, it was probably not that effective. The entire time we worked her over, the smile never disappeared from her face.
And yet as much as we had a toy in Peyton, she had three toys of her own. She exploited our down time in the most tantalizing ways possible. Like now, for instance, on the balcony at sunset. She’d been the one bent over the railing, before calling me over. She’d been the one who’d rolled herbathing suit down, and wriggled that beautiful ass my way.
I was just the victim, here.
“What the hell are you thinking about?”
