“You think?” I tuck some hair behind my ear shyly. It’s one thing to get compliments from a man, but a woman, a woman who you’ve had sexual relations with, is a whole other story.
“Can I tell you a secret?” She sits up and scoots closer to me so our bare legs are touching. I nod, having to keep my knees together to keep from being tickled by the nighttime breeze as it brushes up under my shorts and pets my unclad privates.
“Sure,” I shift.
She leans over to whisper in my ear. “Sometimes, when Jett makes me touch myself, I think about you.”
“What?” My eyes fly to hers.
“I’ve had a lot of sexual experiences, but that night with you was one of the best.” She looks down at my lips, and my heart skips like a scratched record.
“Do you think . . .” She runs one soft finger up the inside of my thigh, “you’d want to give Kayne an engagement present?”
I’m momentarily stunned. One, because she’s hitting on me; two, because the memories of that night are uncontrollably flooding my mind, and three, because suddenly I really want her to kiss me.
“Same sex is an acquired taste,”I hear Jett say, and he’s right. That night was one of the hottest, if not the hottest, of my life. I glance over at Jett and Kayne as my mouth and London’s hover closely together. Vance Joy singing about riptides and dark sides softly in the background. They’re both watching us closely, like two lions spying on a gazelle.
“I think he’d like that,” I tell her summoning my courage and stroking my excitement all at the same time. London brushes her lips against mine, and I inhale a sharp breath. She smells good, like some kind of spicy perfume, but feels even better. When our tongues graze, a million little tingles race all over my skin. For a second, I forget where I am, solely concentrating on the feel of London’s mouth and the smooth caress of her hand on my naked thigh.
Someone suddenly clears their throat very loudly, breaking the spell the two of us are under.
I look up to see Jett standing over us, with Kayne behind him, arms crossed.
“Time to go,” Jett informs us. “You two are drawing a little too much attention,” he says with a wicked gleam.
I glance around to see most, if not everyone, on the patio staring at us. Oops. Jett extends his hand to London and pulls her to her feet. Then Kayne does the same to me. I look up at him a little guilty. Should we have asked permission first? How does this work?
“Yes. You’re in trouble.” Fire dances in his unique, spellbinding eyes. I gulp.
“You told me I could fuck as many women as I want.”
His gaze darkens. I don’t think I’m helping myself here.
“I remember. I also told you I would be the only man who ever touches you. So don’t get any ideas.”
“Ideas?” I say as he pulls me in the direction of London and Jett. In no time at all, the four of us are crunched in the back of a golf cart.
“Bungalow forty-six,” Jett tells the driver, and he steps on the pedal. “Please.” He then turns to London and me. We’re practically sitting on top of each other. “Feel free to pick up where you left off.”
London doesn’t miss a beat, she dives her tongue back into my mouth and kisses me without any hesitation. I’m suddenly trapped, my back pinned to Kayne while she freely explores my body, her hand brushing down my neck, over my breasts, and around to my ass.
The golf cart suddenly jolts to a stop and I realize we have reached bungalow forty-six.
The four of us pile out, London yanking me eagerly behind her. I see Jett pull out a wad of cash and smack some into the driver’s hand. “Bet you don’t get tips like that every day,” he says to the wide-eyed boy. I giggle to myself; he so wasn’t talking about money.
The inside of London and Jett’s bungalow doesn’t look much different from ours; it’s just on a smaller scale.
“How come you aren’t staying in a big bungalow like ours?” I ask Jett as he turns on a light.
“I’m not ostentatious. Besides, this is enough.”
“All we really need is a beach and bedroom,” London says impishly. “The bedroom is this way,” she tugs me. I glance back at Kayne as I follow her. He’s been threateningly quiet, despite his howling presence. Images of him from the first night London and I spent together turn over in my thoughts, the way he touched himself as he watched us, the way he instructed us, the way he fucked me while I made her come. It was barely human.
Once inside the bedroom I stop, slipping my hand out of London’s. What was I saying about their bungalow not being much different than ours?
I was dead wrong.
There are shackles attached to each post of the canopy bed and a thick black collar dangling by a chain on the headboard. The nightstand is covered with an array of sex toys, a ball gag, lubricants, and wax candles. But it’s the long rope on the floor that has me looking at Jett strangely. He just shrugs. “I’m into Kinbaku.”
