My Bookstore & More

“Shouldn’t you get out of those wet clothes?” Kol suddenly asked.

Kiona’s lips parted on a wistful in-drawn breath when Kol reached down and palmed himself through his pants, adding, “Wouldn’t want you to catch your death before the wedding, now would we?”

Mitch locked his blue-green gaze onto Kol’s dark one. “Are you offering me…?” His perusal moved lower to study Kol’s crotch. “Offering me sex with my bride-to-be?”

Whoa. Kiona swallowed a lump. “Uh, I don’t think—”

Kol scooted closer to Kiona and drew her robe partially open, exposing her breasts. Cool night air rushed through the open French doors, fluttering the curtains and sending a ripple of goose bumps up and down her body. Kol’s warm hand lifted one globe, palming, massaging, so that Mitch had no choice but to lower his gaze and watch.

“No, I’m offering you sex with your bride-to-be and her man—her permanent man who stays right here by her side no matter who she marries. So what do you say, Wulfrum?” Defiantly, Kol leaned down and circled his tongue around her areola. She sucked in a breath at the wet-hot sensations bombarding her nipple while another man watched. Sticky cream oozed out of her aching pussy. Is this really happening?

“You ready to explore that bi side of yourself?” Kol challenged when Mitch simply sat there motionless, speechless.

Who was this man, Kiona wondered, this wicked devil suddenly emerging in Kol’s place? It made her head spin, had her panting with a sexual fever. Yet she really didn’t have to ask herself who he was. It was as if she’d known the panther lurked within all along, but hadn’t known there was a cage, or how to unlock it.

Oh, but gods of her islands, she had the key now—in the form of Mitch Wulfrum.

To torture and tempt further, Kol kept his stare on Mitch as he drew her areola in between his teeth, and bit down. Kiona arched into Kol’s mouth even as she heard Mitch mutter a curse under his breath. Every now and then, she got whiffs of her own arousal mixed with the scent of chlorine in Kol’s hair as it dragged soft and tickly over her upper chest. She watched Mitch’s eyes as they devoured her naked breasts, sliding over to take in the powerful sight of Kol’s flexing biceps and sculpted, bare upper body. Mitch’s jaw clenched, his propriety apparently fighting with the male demons ruling his libido.

But what really struck her was the way he seemed to become periodically fixated on Kol, not in the male-watching-another-pleasure-a-woman way, but in the way she’d read about men openly lusting after other men, or seen in those porno flicks she and Kol had watched together. Yet it also seemed Mitch warred with himself over the need for both man and woman.

It was true. The movie star was bisexual.

“Come here, Mitch,” she finally whispered, raising her hand to him. Bubbly exhilaration rippled up her spine. Ah, yes, a woman’s deepest, darkest fantasies are made of exciting moments like this. “You don’t have to choose. You can have both of us.”