Four of Hearts (13 page)

Sweet Jesus. Candace’s nipple jabbed her palm. Every time she was around Candace, she wanted to touch her this way, but she’d never had the nerve to approach her. Now, Candace more than offered, and Fallon wasn’t about to turn it down. She was way too horny to contemplate it. Besides, if Richard and Ryan refused to satisfy her, she saw nothing wrong with accepting it from Candace.

Candace moaned when Fallon’s hand closed over her breast. She broke the kiss long enough to toss her top off. The hammock swung as Candace shimmied out of her shirt.

“Do that again,” Candace said. Fallon cupped her friend’s generous breast in her palm and thrilled as her nipple hardened beneath her touch.

“Touch me,” Fallon begged. She took Candace’s hand and placed it on her mound. Fallon spread her legs for Candace’s touch. “I need. . . .”

Candace broke the kiss. Their eyes met and Fallon saw a need equal to her own in Candace’s gaze. “I know,” Candace said. Her fingers delved into Fallon’s folds and Fallon gasped at her light touch. “You’re wet. He shouldn’t have left you wanting.”

“I need to touch you.” Fallon went to work on the button at Candace’s waist. Candace shifted and allowed Fallon to strip her shorts and panties past her hips. She kicked them the rest of the way off and Fallon buried her fingers between Candace’s legs. Her heart tripped at what she found there. “You’re wet, too.” Her voice was raw with emotion.

“I couldn’t help it. Watching Richard spank you did it for me.” Candace’s fingers continued to explore at will. Fallon was on the edge. Candace’s fingers slid through her juices, teasing. Fallon opened for her, and Candace slid a finger, then two, or maybe more inside her. Fallon closed her eyes and savored the fullness between her legs, matched by the fullness in her heart. God, Candace’s touch felt good. Light, yet firm and demanding. An urgency began to build low in her pelvis.

“Let me taste you,” Fallon lifted her head to Candace’s breast and drew the hard nipple into her mouth. Candace moaned and leaned closer, silently giving Fallon better access. She tasted sweet, like coconut and smelled like a tropical paradise. The heat between Candace’s legs trickled over her fingers. She needed. . . “God, Candy, make me come. Please.”

Fallon’s hips came off the hammock to meet Candace’s questing fingers, as they pumped in and out, accompanied by a wet, sucking sound that drove Fallon wild. She returned the favor, finding Candace’s tight sheath with her fingers. Candace clamped her thighs around Fallon’s hand and rode her wrist hard. They ground against each other, writhing, panting, finger fucking. “Ahh, Candy I’m. . . .”

The orgasm hit her fast and hard. With her free hand, she drew Candace’s mouth to hers and plundered, even as her fingers offered Candace the same release. Fallon’s body sucked at Candace’s fingers, and Fallon marveled at the strength of Candace’s orgasm as her friend convulsed around Fallon’s invading fingers.

They held each other until the last rogue waves of release ceased. Only then did they slip their fingers from each other. They lay facing, caressing softly, raining soft kisses against swollen lips, their husbands’ defection forgotten in the aftermath of satiation.

* * * * *

Ryan was in the mood to kick ass. “What was that about?” he demanded as soon as they were out of earshot of the women.

“I was about to have some hanky-spanky with my wife, but you put an end to that. Care to tell me why?”

“Why? Are you insane? You can’t hit your wife and demand sex from her as punishment.”

Richard had the nerve to laugh. “I wasn’t punishing her. I promised her a spanking and some hot sex to go with it this morning, but I had to go throw cold water on Drew and Bree instead. When I got back, she was gone. She knew I’d come after her and deliver what I promised. I’ve always wanted to have her in that hammock of yours.” He looked back up the path. “I’ve got to get me one of those for our place.”

“You’re an ass.”

“I may be an ass, but I don’t hit my wife, or anyone else, in anger. It was only a spanking, and a sexual one at that. You know me better than that.”

Ryan picked up a shell along the surf line and flung it out to sea. “I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Jesus, Richard. Don’t flaunt your wife’s ass in front of me, okay?”

“Is there something wrong with Fallon’s ass?”

“Just the one named Richard. The other one is just fine, and that’s something I shouldn’t be noticing.”

“I thought we were past the modesty phase. You’ve seen Fallon’s ass up close, more than once.”

“God damnit, Richard! I saw your handprints on her and I. . .I don’t know, I just. . . ”

“Wanted to put a few there yourself?”

“Maybe.” He kicked a lump of dried seaweed. “I’m married, not dead.”

“Why don’t we go back to the house and see if we can give that hammock another go? Is it big enough for four?”

Richard swept his hand out like a theatre usher and Ryan started up the trail ahead of him. “No. It’s not big enough for four, but you and Fallon can give it a try. It makes Candace dizzy, which isn’t a bad thing sometimes.”

“I can do dizzy.”

Ryan heard them before he saw them. He turned and put a finger to his lips, telling Richard to be quiet. They waited in silence. A distinctly female moan floated on the humid air, and the two men looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Richard shoved Ryan and they continued on the trail at a slower, quieter pace.

They crouched low on the path and watched. “Well, shit,” Richard whispered close to Ryan’s ear. “They started without us.”

Ryan looked over his shoulder at his friend. “Ass,” he hissed, and turned back to the scene playing out in his hammock. He didn’t know which he wanted more—to watch to the inevitable end, or dive in between them and be a part of their lovemaking. Given that there wasn’t room in the hammock for all of them, a problem he made a mental note to solve, he opted to watch.

From the looks of it, they’d missed a good portion of the encounter. Having had both women, he recognized the signs. Both were on the brink. Richard breathed down his neck and he shrugged his shoulders in disgust and waved him back a respectable distance. Just because their wives enjoyed each other, didn’t give mean he had to show Richard the same consideration. The damned bastard could find his own vantage point to watch from.

Richard dropped to his haunches beside Ryan. “Damn. I wonder what we missed.”

“Shut up,” Ryan mouthed and returned his attention to the women. Good God, they were beautiful. Intertwined the way they were, they moved as one.

Fallon begged Candace to make her come and Richard turned to him and mouthed, “Candy?” Ryan shrugged. It was the first time he’d heard anyone other than himself use the shortened version of his wife’s name.

Beside him, Richard choked back a strangled groan as Fallon found her release first. Ryan couldn’t take his eyes off their wives. When Candace went over the edge, he almost exploded in his shorts. Shit. He knew Candace had feelings for Fallon, but he had no idea they went this deep. Richard tapped him on the shoulder and signaled for them to go back the way they’d come.

They crept toward the beach, picking up their pace only after they were sure they were far enough away that the women couldn’t see or hear them.

“What the. . .”  Richard started.

“Don’t ask me! I knew they had a special bond, but this. . . well, this is. . . .”

“Fucking hot?”

“Yeah, that about covers it.”

“So, what are we going to do about it?”

Ryan sat hard in the sand and lay back. The hot sand felt good on his skin, and coupled with the sun beating down on him, helped ease his tight muscles. Richard joined him.

“What can we do?” Ryan asked. “If Candace wants to. . .with Fallon, I don’t have any objection. I don’t want her to hide it from me though.”

“You think they’ve been holding out on us?”

“No. I think that was the first time. Candace told me about the suntan lotion thing that happened between them the first week we all met. I don’t think she’d do something like what we just saw, and not tell me.”

“You’re right. So, what do we do now? Act like we didn’t see, or tell them thanks for the show?”

“At the risk of getting something thrown at me, I’m going to say we go with thanks for the show. I haven’t lied to Candace, and I’m not going to start now.”

“Good point. Maybe if they know we’re okay with it, they’ll let us watch up close next time.”

“Shit! I almost came in my shorts watching them. I don’t think I could be closer and not touch them.”

“Yeah, me either.” Ryan heard the smile in Richard’s voice. “Damn, we’ve got to be the luckiest bastards on the planet.”

Ryan couldn’t think of a rebuttal to that statement so he remained quiet. They lay in silence for a few minutes, then Ryan stood. “I’m going for a swim, then we’d better go back. We’ve got to address this before we go back to the ship. The girls are going to be alone here for the next week. I don’t want Candace to think she has to hide anything from me, if they feel the need to satisfy each other again.”

Richard joined him and they walked into the surf. “Damn. I wish I could stay with them for this week.” He dove under the surf, and Ryan followed.

Candace wrapped a towel around her and stepped out of the shower. Through the open bathroom door, she caught sight of Ryan sitting on the end of the bed. “You’re back,” she said as she headed for the closet. “Did you set Richard straight?”

“More like he set me straight. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

She prowled through the hangers looking for the sundress she wanted. “You were thinking he might hurt Fallon. You reacted.” She found the dress and turned with it in her hand. “It’s natural to want to protect your loved ones.”

“I don’t love. . . .”

“Ryan,” she dropped the towel and pulled the dress over her head. “Let’s not go there again. You can deny it all you want, but you love Fallon, and,” she shimmied into the dress, “that’s okay with me. I love her, too.”

“I know you do. How much do you love her?”

“Enough to have a physical relationship with her. We. . . well, we touched each other.”

“Yeah, I know. We saw you.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? Is that all you have to say?”

“Are you mad?”

“Hell no!” He reached for her and she went into his arms. “It was about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Can I join you sometime?”

“You’d want to do that? Really?”

“Oh yeah, I’d love to do that. So would Richard.” He nuzzled her neck and she went soft inside. “Are you going to be with her again while I’m gone?”

“I don’t know. We didn’t. . . .” Ryan tugged on the elastic bodice of her sundress, freeing her breasts. His lips trailed fire from her neck to her cleavage.

“Didn’t. . . ?” he prompted.

He felt so good, but she couldn’t think when he touched her that way. She pushed hard against his shoulders and dislodged him. “Stop that!” He tried to pull her back, but she held him off. “I can’t think when you do that.”

“You don’t need to think,” he insisted.

“Yes, I do.” She adjusted her dress and slipped on her sandals. “We didn’t plan what happened, and we aren’t planning to do it again, but if it does, then it does. Are you okay with that?”

“I’m more than okay with it. Like I said, I want to join you. Why don’t the two of you come back to the
Lothario
with us? I don’t like the idea of you and Fallon being alone on the island for a week anyway.”

“You know we need to make the final decisions on the décor for the resort. This is the perfect time, and we can get a lot done without the distractions onboard. Besides, Sean and Celeste are just a phone call away.”

“I still wish you would come with me. What if the satellite phone goes out? Even if it doesn’t, it would take Sean nearly an hour to get here if you needed him.”

“It’s a half hour boat ride,” she corrected. “You just don’t want to do without sex for a week.”

“Well, there is that. You’ll have Fallon, but I’m not going to touch another woman on that ship, and I’m damn sure not touching Richard.” Ryan shuddered and Candace couldn’t help laughing at his reaction.

“But you don’t mind him in bed with us.” Candace brushed her hair into a high ponytail and secured it with an elastic band.