side of me.
If my daydreams of kinky sex made me blush, how would I handle fucking two men in real life?
Like a bumbling fool, I told myself bitterly.
Tomas pushed the button for the elevator and the doors slid open immediately. He gestured for me to enter, and I led the way into the small space that smelled like the gardens outside. Nicolas pushed a button and the doors closed silently behind them as they continued facing me, instead of turning to stare at the closed doors like elevator etiquette required.
Suddenly I was alone, confined in a very small space with two of the most gorgeous men I’d ever laid eyes on. They would be my lovers. By the time I left this island I would know every inch of their muscle-packed bodies by heart.
Heat attacked my cheeks at the thought of it. What if I couldn’t go through with it? How would I start things? I’d never been any good at flirting with men. Probably why I never dated, or got asked out on dates. Men were strange creatures, ones that I barely understood, even in the romance novels that I devoured daily while sitting behind my desk with no work to do. And now, two of them stood inches away from me, practically naked, shy of a very small piece of material that barely covered each of their cocks.
My cheeks had to be three shades of red from embarrassment and humiliation that burned my flesh with no mercy. And I was a blotcher. Anytime I got embarrassed, patches of red would cover my cheeks and neck. I bet at that moment I probably looked like I’d just contracted some rare island disease. One that left hideous red circles all over a person’s face and neck.
I looked down in a feeble attempt to hide my sudden condition and got an eyeful of their loincloths. They’d either stuffed whatever was underneath those cloths with a lot of socks, or both of them were already semihard.
Oh, Lord.
“Would it be okay if I kissed you?” Nicolas’s deep voice was hypnotic.
I must have looked like a deer caught in headlights. Just great. Now not only was I blotchy, I was suddenly rendered mute while goose bumps chased each other over my flesh. They would be calling a paramedic by the time we reached my room.
“Uh-huh.” I couldn’t believe I agreed. My answer just slipped out of my mouth.
“Good. I wasn’t sure I could wait until we got to the room.” Nicolas moved into my space.
I backed up until the cool hardness of the smooth wall pressed against my bare shoulders and the back of my legs. His hands touched my cheeks, and he lifted my face to his. He had the most beautiful milk chocolate-colored eyes. And his lips. They were full, soft, and looked like they would be very, very good at kissing.
Nicolas’s face blurred when he brought his lips to mine. Then I realized, like a complete klutz, that I stared at him wide-eyed as he closed in for that first kiss. I must’ve appeared like some adolescent, who didn’t know the first thing about how to even return something as simple as a kiss.
“Oh,” I murmured when he pressed his mouth over mine.
I mentally kicked myself. I wasn’t some girl, ignorant of how to please a man. Maybe I didn’t get out every night, and unfortunately I didn’t have tons of conquests under my belt. But I knew how to be romantic. And I damn sure knew how to please a man and make him enjoy himself.
Opening my mouth, I tilted my head and closed my eyes. I was going to enjoy every damned minute of this. And oh, boy, was I off to a good start. The moment my body relaxed, Nicolas growled quietly, the sound reverberating straight to the core of my body. Every inch of me tingled as his tongue moved cautiously into my mouth and his lips sealed against mine.
And then the elevator did a very neat trick. It seemed to turn sideways when he deepened the kiss, or at least I would swear that it felt like it did. He brushed his fingers over my chin and then down my neck, barely touching me, yet igniting tiny fireworks that exploded inside me and created a burning passion that instantly throbbed furiously between my legs.
Nicolas brushed his tongue over my teeth and then, tilting his head and opening his mouth a bit further until I almost collapsed into his hard packed body, he devoured me like he’d kissed me a million times. His arm wrapped around me, holding me firmly against him. I don’t think I’d ever been turned on so much by just a kiss.
When he released my mouth, I was sure I would never breathe the same way again. I simply stared up at him, my jaw hanging open, and then ran my tongue over my lips and tasted him there still.
“You do that very well.” And I wanted more immediately.
“My turn.” Tomas took my hand and pulled me to him, then wrapped his arms around me and bent me over until I thought I’d fall on my back. Except his muscular arms kept me pinned against his virile body.
I groaned and didn’t even try to hold myself up. His arms were like steel. And he used his teeth. Just a bit. But when he nibbled on my lower lip something inside me exploded, like a dam that held all of my apprehension and nervousness broke and every bit of fear and uncertainty that I had about this place flowed out of me. I was suddenly as light as the air, floating and drowning at the same time. My nipples were so hard they ached. And my breasts swelled, suddenly aching painfully while being crushed against his rock-hard body.
“Holy shit,” I cried out when he straightened my body and let go of my mouth at the same time. “Who taught you to do that?”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Tomas grinned, looking very pleased with himself.
“I’m sure in for a hell of a ride.” There I went babbling again, obviously no longer in control of anything that came out of my mouth with these two studs turning me into a pile of mush.
“Yes, you are,” Tomas promised, his grin wicked.
My heart beat so hard I could barely breathe as I stared at my two men. Both of them looked like they couldn’t wait to devour me.
“Just wait until we get to your room,” Nicolas promised.
3
Natalie
T he doors opened behind my two men and they reached for me, each of them taking my hand as the three of us left the elevator. Nicolas and Tomas continued holding my hands, like we were three lifelong best friends and guided me down a wide hallway with doors that were so spread out we’d passed two of them before I noticed the numbers on them.
“Here is your room.” Nicolas reached for the long gold handle and turned it down. The door opened, apparently unlocked. “Let’s make sure everything is to your liking. Rose will be here shortly and will make any adjustments that you wish. Once she leaves, it’s just the three of us for the rest of your time here. So now is the time to speak up if you aren’t pleased with something.”
I remembered the handbook saying that I had a certain amount of time to request a change if my escort wasn’t to my liking, or in my case now, my escorts.
“I don’t see anything I don’t like.” I stared at their firm asses as they walked in ahead of me.
It was my first chance to take in their backsides. The loincloths didn’t cover their bottoms and I got an eyeful of black and white buns of steel. Who the hell cared what the room looked like?
