his cock, and tore a deep groan from his throat. ‘More,’ he thought he heard her gasp.
She began to pick the pace up, apparently now eager for what they were giving her.
Sheesh! If they didn’t slow down a little, he was going to go off like a rocket.
So much for his supposed control. Right now, it was shot to pieces. All he could do was hold onto her and follow her lead. He wrapped his arms tight around her middle, and let his head rest against her shoulder as he fought the inevitable ride towards orgasm. He’d known this would be intense, just hadn’t banked on it shredding his self-discipline quite so swiftly.
Ric’s gasps sounded loud in his own ears. They drowned out similar sighs and mewls made by both Kara and Zach. At least they weren’t any more immune to the sensations than he. Not that his reaction was purely physical. There was a vast mental component too. It was about the three of them being all tied together, completely and irrevocably entangled.
His heart was on the line here.
Hell, who was he kidding? He’d fallen for them both long before this moment. Their absence in his life over the last few weeks had proved that. He’d been mooning over them when they weren’t around or were too busy to be with him. He’d made out he was annoyed that Zach wasn’t around to pose, and that Kara seemed more interested in welcoming strangers into his world than welcoming him between her legs, but actually it was plain old-fashioned jealousy on his part. He wanted them to be his, as they’d somehow made him theirs.
This act proved it as much as anything.
‘Can’t…hold…back…much…longer,’ Zach rasped. Ric couldn’t see him to know how true that was, but he could certainly feel him. Damn, could he feel him. They were locked together inside Kara’s pussy, moving against one another in perfect synch.
‘So don’t,’ he said.
Suddenly the idea of being this close while Zach ejaculated was a monumental turn-on. It probably shouldn’t have been. In a moment of more clarity, it might even have icky potential, but right now…right now it was the hottest thing on earth.
Even better yet if he could get Kara to come at exactly the same time.
With that goal in mind, he moved his hand down across the gentle curve of her stomach so that his fingers rested over her clit. He didn’t rub; he let the motions of their bodies do the work.
‘Fuck! Oh, fuck…’
Zach was riding the wave. He always got vocal when he was about to come, and he’d probably be biting his lower lip, trying to hold it back too.
It never worked.
It didn’t sound as if it was about to this time either.
Mind you, he was clinging on by his fingernails. Kara was squeezing them both so tight that sweat slicked Ric’s skin.
The buzz started in his balls, and grew intense far too quickly. It licked along the length of his shaft, and tore a sob from his throat. He was babbling. He didn’t know what the fuck he was saying – hopefully nothing too revealing – although, actually, who gave a damn? Another minute or two and he was going to die right here in their arms.
Kara was a finger’s breadth away from the climax of her life when the bedroom door slammed back on its hinges.
‘Oh…my…fucking…God!’
The shout made Kara wince. Both her lovers too.
Really, now? He had to turn up at this moment? Could he actually have found a worse time?
A feeble croak escaped Kara’s lips as her libido shrivelled and the glorious promise of orgasm that had seemed so imminent slipped quietly beyond her grasp. She froze, prompting Ric and Zach to still too.
Ric turned his head to look over his shoulder, while Zach attempted to peer around her.
The voice was too disturbingly familiar to require her to look. It wasn’t like she was going to forget her baby brother’s voice.
‘Kara?’
She screwed her eyes closed, and sucked a deep breath in through her teeth. ‘Chris…Hi. Welcome home. I wasn’t expecting you yet. Not for another week, in fact.’
‘What the fucking hell are you doing?’
Goose bumps peppered her skin. Zach peeped up at her, his thick brows doing a questioning dance. His lips were pursed, and he looked damned confused. Sadly, that didn’t seem to have affected his state of arousal. He remained hard inside her. So too was mister virility Liddell. In fact, she’d swear he was more turned on now than he’d been earlier.
Ric was just the sort to get pumped up by being caught red-handed twice in one day.
‘Kara – you’re in bed with two fucking men.’
‘No, she’s in bed with two men she’s fucking,’ Ric growled.
She’d have laughed if she wasn’t so close to tears.
When Chris had emailed her not long back to let her know that the film he was currently working on as a focus puller was wrapping soon, she’d neglected to consider what that actually meant. Now, the repercussions were all too evident.
Never mind holidaymakers cramping their style, having a member of her family present on the island was going to be far, far worse.
She probably ought to have thought of this before now, but she’d been enjoying herself, and Chris had seemed far way. He had been far away, in New Zealand. Maybe he wouldn’t be sticking around long, and he’d be off again within a week or so to work on another film in some other exotic location.
Please, God, let this be a short, short visit.
‘Aw, man. No! Don’t walk into the shot.’
Kara turned her head to find Ric frantically waving her brother away from the bed.
‘Excuse me,’ Chris snarled, glaring at the tripod-mounted camera. ‘This happens to be my house. I’ll walk where I fucking like. Who are you, anyway?’
Kara slapped her brow in despair, wondering how much further down the slippery slope of doom this conversation was going to get. While she wasn’t in any hurry to give her brother a more graphic visualisation of what they were doing, she needed to extract herself from between the two men, and that meant both of them slipping free of her body.
She pushed up from the bed, leaned over and snatched her dressing gown off the nearby chair. Once she’d pulled it on, she climbed out of bed to face her brother. Ric followed her off the bed, but made no attempt to cover up. He flaunted it all in front of Chris: ink, washboard abs and a hard-on so stiff it was hugging his skin.
Her already flaming cheeks filled with additional heat.
‘Chris,
