Branding Gemma [Grizzly Pines 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (27 page)

“What’s this?” Gemma asked.

“Your wedding present. It’s from all of us.” Colt smiled. “I thought of it, but everyone pitched in.”

Gemma broke the seal on the envelope and pulled out three papers. “I don’t understand.”

“You’re going to Key West for your honeymoon,” her Aunt Carol said. Smiling, she looped her hand through Colt’s arm. “He reminded us that you’d always wanted to go, so we figured what better gift than three days someplace tropical.”

Tears gathered in Gemma’s eyes at her family’s thoughtfulness. She hadn’t included them in her big day, and yet, they’d still gotten something for her. Something wonderful.

“Thank you.” She went around the room hugging everyone. When she turned back to her men, she noticed they didn’t look surprised.

“You were in on this?” she asked.

Synclair smiled. “Someone had to pack our bags and load them into the back of the SUV when you weren’t looking.”

“But I don’t have anything,” Gemma said.

“Actually, we packed a bag for you,” Nick said. “Elodie helped. If had been up to us, you’d have been sleeping in your knit Mickey Mouse nightgown.”

Gemma felt her cheeks heat as Synclair and Ryan chuckled. Oh well. Better they learn about her love of all things Disney now rather than when they unpacked her clothes. She even had socks with Winnie the Pooh on them. Bright red ones.

“Come on,” Beck said. “Let’s go eat. The three of you need to be on the road soon. Your flight leaves San Antonio in five hours. That gives you just enough time to visit, take pictures, and get to the airport two hours in advance to check-in.”

After their plane had touched down, Synclair and Ryan had ushered Gemma toward the car rental kiosk and handed the woman their reservation sheet. It hadn’t taken long to get a car, even if it was on the small side, and be on their way. The trip to Key West was beautiful and Gemma had stared out of the window the entire way. Now that they were checked into their hotel room and had their things put away, she was ready to get out and explore the island. Excitement bubbled up inside of her. She just wished they could have been on their own private beach. She’d have loved making love to them on the sandy shore with the sounds of the ocean filling her ears.

Maybe another time.

“What do you want to do first?” Synclair asked.

“Go to Margaritaville.”

He laughed. “We can certainly do that, as long as you don’t get falling-down drunk. We have plans for you tonight.”

Her skin warmed at his words and she felt the dampness between her thighs. She was very much looking forward to tonight. Although, without their room of toys, she wasn’t sure what tonight would bring. Whatever it held, she knew it would be amazing because it would be her first night as their wife. Tonight would rival all the other times they’d been together, regardless of what toys they did or didn’t have.

She looked down at her sundress and sandals. “Do I look okay?”

Synclair kissed her cheek. “You look beautiful as always.”

Ryan led the way out of the hotel room, pocketing the key. Even though they had the use of a car, they decided to walk to Margaritaville, enjoying the sights along the way. It was busy when they got there, but they were able to find a table. One glance at the menu and Gemma knew what she wanted. She placed her order for jerk chicken and a virgin daiquiri. The guys, being typical Texans, ordered steaks and iced tea.

Gemma had wanted to come to Margaritaville for as long as she could remember. Of course, back then she’d wanted to sample the alcoholic drinks. Still, she was having a nice time and enjoyed the atmosphere of the restaurant. When their food arrived, everything looked wonderful. She stole bites from the guys’ plates and offered them a taste of her chicken. When the waitress dropped off their check, Synclair pulled out his phone and asked her to take a picture of them. None of them owned a camera so the cell phone shots would have to do.

“What are you doing now?” she asked as he fiddled with his phone.

“Posting the picture online so our friends and family can see it.”

She laughed. “Are you going to do that every time someone takes a picture of us?”

“Probably.” He grinned. “How else am I going to show off my new wife? This is my way of shouting it to the world.”

“Are you telling me your clients can see those, too?”

“Clients, friends, family…anyone who stumbles across my page.”

Gemma rolled her eyes but smiled.

Ryan dropped some money on the table and stood. “Ready to take a walk on the beach? It should be pretty in the moonlight.”

“I’d love to.” She stood and looped her arm through his, then pulled Synclair over and grabbed his hand. If they got a few strange looks on their way out of the restaurant, she didn’t care. Everything was right in her world just then.

Gemma removed her shoes to walk in the sand and she paused at the water’s edge, letting the waves lap at her feet. The water was warm and the foam clung to her toes as the waves receded, then came crashing over her feet again. The moonlight from the full moon shimmered on the water and the tang of brine filled the air. It was a magical night, a night full of promise and new beginnings. A gentle breeze blew her hair across her face and she pushed it behind her ear.

Ryan and Synclair sat in the sand, tugging her down between them. She stretched her legs out, letting the surf flirt with her feet and caress her ankles. The skirt of her dress fluttered in the breeze, baring most of her thighs. Synclair pulled the strap of her dress down and kissed her shoulder. His lips travelled up the column of her neck and he paused to nibble on her ear.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

“Making love to my wife,” he said between kisses.

“On the beach? In front of everyone?”

He paused and looked around. “There’s no one nearby. It’s late and most people are out partying or taking moonlit cruises.”

Ryan bared her other shoulder, tugging the top of her dress down under her breasts. Her nipples pebbled and she felt a thrill of the forbidden race through her. She’d never had sex in public before, but it seemed her husbands were determined. It would definitely make for a memorable honeymoon. Giving herself up to the pleasure, she turned herself over to them completely, shutting out all thoughts of being discovered.

They tugged her dress and panties off before removing their shirts. It hardly seemed fair they still had their pants on, but their lips and hands were doing wonderful things to her, distracting her. She felt decadent, lying in the moonlight with her lovers surrounding her. They caressed and teased, raising her temperature from the incredible sensations flowing through her. Every stroke of her nipples had her pussy clenching and begging to be filled.

They paused long enough to remove the rest of their clothes then rejoined her on the sand, their bodies brushing against hers. The crisp hair on their legs tickled her thighs, as their hands warmed her from the inside out. Ryan kissed her, nearly drowning her with his passion, as Synclair kissed his way down her body, stopping only long enough to slip between her legs, pushing them wide with his shoulders.

Open for the world to see her, Gemma felt her heart racing out of control, but she no longer feared getting caught. She didn’t care who saw them, as long as they didn’t stop. God, please don’t let them stop! Ryan’s lips closed over the tip of one breast as Synclair spread the lips of her pussy and he feasted on her clit, sucking, licking, and nibbling.

Her thighs began to shake as she gripped a handful of sand, fighting the urge to grab Synclair’s hair and grind on his face. That talented tongue of his was taking her higher and higher. He slid a finger inside and her pussy grabbed it, greedily sucking it in, wanting more. She ached for his cock!

“I want to remember you like this always,” Ryan said. “Passion filling your eyes as the moonlight caresses your skin. You’re beautiful.”

“Ryan.” She cupped his face and pulled him down for a kiss.

Synclair moved over her body, her hips cradling his. “Do you want both of us at the same time?”

She broke from Ryan’s kiss. “I thought you said we wouldn’t do that again for a while.”

Synclair grinned. “It’s our wedding night, baby. We can do anything you want.”

Gemma ran her fingers through his hair. “Then yes, I want that, very much. But…we’re on the beach. It isn’t like we have lube handy.”

Ryan rummaged in his pants pocket, producing a small tube of lube and two condoms. “I came prepared, just in case.”

He rolled to his back and rolled on a condom, then motioned for her to straddle him. She swung a leg over his hips and sank onto his shaft, moaning as it filled her. Her hands clutched at the muscles of his chest, needing a way to ground herself. She was already so close to coming, it wouldn’t take much to set her off.

With hungry eyes, she watched as Synclair put on the condom and slathered lube along his cock. He moved behind her, his slick fingers sliding between the cheeks of her ass. As his finger dipped inside of her, she pushed back against him. She felt the slide of the digit as he thrust in and out of her, slicking her passage. He added a second finger and she couldn’t stop herself from moving, her hips shifting back and forth in effort to fuck herself both on his fingers and on Ryan’s cock.

“Feels so good,” she purred.

Synclair placed a hand on her waist as he added a third finger. She ground herself against Ryan, needing more. Gemma wanted to feel both of them inside of her. The teasing strokes of Synclair’s fingers felt incredible, but it wasn’t enough.

“Don’t make me beg,” she pleaded. “I need you. Both of you, right now.”

She felt Synclair shift behind her, and then he was guiding his cock into her. Her ass stretched and burned, but it felt so damn good, so perfect. There was nothing she wanted more in that moment than to make love to both of her husbands at the same time. Once he was inside of her, she couldn’t hold still. Every nerve in her body was on fire, the flames licking out of control along her skin.

She rotated her hips, drawing a groan from both them. She thrust her hips forward against Ryan, then back toward Synclair. It wasn’t enough though. Synclair wrapped an arm around her waist and slightly lifted her, allowing Ryan to thrust up into her pussy as Synclair retreated, then surged forward again.

As they made love under the moonlight, Gemma felt as if their souls were joining. Liquid heat burned in her veins and stars burst behind her eyelids as she came, her body clenching down on both of their cocks. It seemed to be all the urging they needed as they both plunged into her at the same time, crying out their releases.

They kissed her tenderly before shifting her aside and cleaning themselves up. Not having any paper towels or rags handy, Gemma did the only thing she could think of. She waded into the surf until the waves lapped at her waist. Diving under the warm water, she came up a moment later to find her husbands splashing their way toward her.

“If you wanted to swim, all you had to do was say so.” Synclair smiled.

She splashed him.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warned before grabbing her around the waist. She squealed as he plunged her into the water, and then hauled her back up, sputtering.

“That was mean,” she said, but she couldn’t hold back her laughter.

“Race you to the shore,” Ryan said. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m ready to head back to the hotel. The next time I make love to my wife, I want it to be on a bed.”

Those were magic words to Gemma’s ears. She would never tire of hearing them call her their wife, just as she would never tire of calling them her husbands. She kissed both of them then took off for the shore, laughing the entire way. Ryan caught up to her halfway there and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her the rest of the distance.

They stole kisses as they got dressed, then walked back to the hotel hand in hand. Gemma looked up at the sky one last time and sighed in contentment. It felt as if the stars and moon were made just for them on this special night, and it was a night she would always remember. She looked forward to the ones that would follow, but nothing would ever compare to that moment on the beach. Their love was forever branded on her heart.

The Browers were all gathered at Beau, Beck, and Cody’s house, sitting around the tables out back, enjoying a cup of coffee. Nick was scrolling through the messages on his phone when a big grin broke out across his face.

“What is it?” Elodie asked.

“It seems Synclair, Ryan, and Gemma are having such a great time in Key West that they traded in their plane tickets for a later flight. They’re staying a full week.”

Elodie smiled. “Well, that is good news.”

Beck and Beau shared a look.

“What?” Elodie asked.

“It didn’t escape our notice that, with the exception of Gemma, the whole family is here right now,” Beck said.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Elodie’s brow furrowed.

“You have your wedding dress upstairs, don’t you?” Beau asked.

“Of course.”

Cody smiled. “Then there’s no reason we can’t get married while the whole family is here.”