Three Ways to Wicked (9 page)

Awarding her an intense look that made her all quivery, Gibb quickly returned his focus to the controls and steered the boat out of the narrow slip. Once they were past the no-wake zone, he increased the throttle until they were plowing through the waves at a decent clip. The salty breeze snagged her hair, sending it whipping around her face in a frenzied dance. Ty took a seat next to her, using his bigger frame to block one side of the incoming gusts. Joining in on her laugh, he brushed a few of the wayward strands away from her eyes and leaned in to kiss her. She yielded to the luscious pressure of his lips, her moan becoming lost to the wind as his tongue delved inside to meet hers.

A wild and exhilarating rush swept through her. Unable to rein in her giddiness, she flung her arms around Ty and laughed again, feeling lighter than she had in possibly forever. His smile curved against her mouth, and everything else promptly faded to the background. Her troubles with her mom. The endless worries of losing her zest for writing. Even the fear of driving a wedge between her and Bailey for pursuing this reckless albeit wonderful three-sided love affair with Ty and Gibb took a backseat to the joy of being in the moment.

Ty grinned at her before rubbing her nose with his like a sexy, playful Eskimo. “I’m glad you decided to give us a chance.”

“Me too.” She snuggled against his side, enjoying the closeness and the lazy drag of his fingertips along the crook of her elbow. A movement in her peripheral vision nabbed her attention. Glancing to the right of the boat, she spied a silvered dorsal fin disappearing beneath a foamy breaker. “Oh my gosh. Was that a dolphin?”

Gibb must have spotted the mammal too because he slowed the boat and pointed to the area where she’d seen the dolphin. A few seconds later, a pair of the creatures crested the water, their slick, graceful bodies performing acrobatic flips as they dove through the shimmering surf. The up-close encounter with the frolicking dolphins was a million times more amazing and awesome than the handful of occasions she’d managed to spy a distant glimpse of the marine mammals through a pair of binoculars. Unable to contain her excitement, she leaned closer to the side rail for a better vantage point.

They followed the coastline, tracking the dolphins’ journey for as long as possible before the creatures headed toward deeper water. Gibb piloted the
Salty Girl
in the direction of the shore and a sheltered cove framed by sea-oat-topped dunes. He peered over his shoulder at her and Ty. “I’ll drop anchor so we can take a dip.”

Grimacing, she peeked down at her bikini top. Ten to one her breasts would pop out the second she jumped into the water. No matter what any guy might insist to the contrary, flopping boobs were not a sexy look. “How about if I kick back here and watch you two swim?”

Ty frowned as he removed his shoes. “That doesn’t sound like much fun.”

She eyed the glorious flex of his shoulders and somehow managed not to drool on herself. “Oh yeah. Because being treated to the sight of you dripping wet is
such
a hardship.”

His sinful lips hitching upward at one corner, Ty grasped the rail next to her and leaned down until his mouth hovered near her ear. “I’d rather feel you dripping wet. Against my tongue.”

Her pussy clenched at the promise in his wicked words. Giving a growl, he nipped her bottom lip before straightening. Certain her jaw had dropped into her lap, she snapped her mouth shut and stared at Ty’s delectable backside while he strode to the ladder and swim platform. He offered her a wink over his shoulder before diving into the water with a huge splash.

Gibb stepped in front of her. “Sure you don’t want to come?”

Oh God, did she ever. Probably not the kind of coming he’d been referring to though. “Think I’ll try to get some sun instead.”

“You’ll have better luck on the starboard deck.” Gibb grabbed the cushion from the neighboring seat. “This will be more comfortable than spreading out a towel.”

“Oh, great idea. Thanks.” She reached for the cushion.

Rather than pass it over, he tucked it under his arm and shook his head, his grin playful. “Nuh-uh. We run a full-service operation on this boat. It’s my and Ty’s job to take care of your needs.”

“
All
of them?” She couldn’t resist tossing in a saucy waggle of her eyebrows.

Gibb ghosted his fingertip along her jaw. “Better believe it. One hundred percent satisfaction guaranteed.”

The smokiness in his gaze and voice spurred a thrilling wantonness through her. God, it was crazy the seductive power he and Ty wielded over her. She craved them in a way she’d never experienced with any other men. And it wasn’t merely a sexual thing. Just being with them filled her with an undiluted happiness that’d been missing from her life for far too long.

And what happens when your two weeks are up and you go back to being miserable and alone?
Refusing to dwell on the depressing thought, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her mouth to Gibb’s. He was all too willing to banish every last trace of negativity from her mind by delving his tongue past her lips and dissolving her bones with a thorough demonstration of his oral skills.

By the time he broke their kiss, her head spun and there was a better-than-decent chance her bikini crotch was soaked. Who needed a dip in the ocean when Gibb was more than skilled at getting her thoroughly wet?

He smoothed a lock of hair behind her ear before resting his forehead against hers and dragging in a labored breath. “I’m dying to taste you all over.”

There was only one answer to a fantastic proposal like that. “Mm, yes, please. Now.”

Gibb nibbled her lip. “Don’t tempt me. Ty would sulk for being left out. Then he’d
really
be impossible to live with.” He stroked her arm, his intense gaze softening as it tracked the progress of his fingers. “Did you bring any sunblock? I don’t want this pretty skin to get burned.”

His use of the word
pretty
brought a ridiculous flush of pleasure to her insides. “Yep, but I forgot to grab it from my bag. Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Cinching her beach towel a smidge tighter, she hurried downstairs and fetched the lotion. After deciding to leave her sunglasses behind rather than risk funky tan lines around her eyes, she returned topside and followed the deck to the front of the boat. Gibb was hunkered next to the cushion he’d thoughtfully situated for her. The leisurely way he watched her approach was better than a full-body caress.

Well, maybe not
completely
better. Lord knows she was dying to feel his hands all over her.

Expecting him to stand and leave her to her sunbathing, she hesitated at the foot of the cushion. He patted the green padding in invitation. “I’ll get your back for you.”

She’d known she’d eventually have to ditch the towel, but she hadn’t expected to do it while her butt was at his eye level. Talk about an up-close-and-personal viewing of her cellulite. On the bright side, at least it guaranteed getting his hands on her sooner rather than later. Blowing out an unsteady breath, she dropped the covering. Gibb took another lazy visual sweep of her body. His attention stalled on the skimpy triangle of material that comprised her bikini bottom before he slowly cruised his gaze upward to meet hers. “C’mere.”

Mesmerized by the huskiness in his voice and the smoldering heat in his eyes, she shuffled forward until she stood directly in front of him. “What about Ty?”

“Screw it. I can live with his damn pouting.” Gibb traced the swell of her hips, his fingers painting sensuous swirls across her skin and causing her legs to wobble. “You’re so damn sexy. A walking wet dream.” He lowered his head, the feathery whisper of his breath stirring against her. A second later, his mouth brushed her skin a scant half inch above the low rise of her bikini. She closed her eyes, her lips parting on a wispy exhalation. Gibb rubbed his cheek and jaw along her tummy, the soft tickle from his beard scruff heightening the sheer bliss of his kisses.

When his tongue rimmed the outside of her belly button, she swayed against him, her limbs the consistency of Jell-O. “
Oh God
.”

He toyed with the ties securing the bikini bottom, but rather than undo them, he slid his hands from her. “Lie on your stomach.”

Excellent suggestion, considering her legs were two seconds away from buckling. She waited for Gibb to spread the towel on top of the cushion before she cautiously scooched to her knees and stretched forward onto her belly. A click announced he’d uncapped the sunscreen. His hands splayed on her lower back, the coolness of the lotion quickly diminishing beneath the tantalizing warmth of his palms. Delicious tingles rippled through her, and she turned her head to the side, her contented murmur muffled against the crook of her arm.

His skillful fingers coasted higher and a moment later gently tugged on the strings securing her bikini. Her top fell lax beneath her. Without missing a beat, Gibb continued kneading her overheated flesh, his thumbs a brushstroke over the grooves of her spine. Goose bumps followed in the wake of his sweeping caresses. Showing the same boldness he’d displayed with her top, he freed the side ties on her bikini bottom and peeled the fabric down.

A timid breeze wafted over her exposed skin. Excitement and nerves getting the better of her, she tensed. Absolutely no sound came from Gibb. His silence only fed her insecurities and made her agonizingly aware of the fact that her butt—and every other part of her—hadn’t seen the inside of a gym since high school. To make matters worse, her flaws would only be magnified beneath the sun’s harsh, unforgiving glare.

The edge of the cushion shifting along with his movements, he repositioned himself. A second later his teeth nipped her left butt cheek, prompting her surprised squeak. His unexpected action and the husky chuckle that broke from him did wonders in banishing her pesky doubts.

“Sorry, sweetheart. But there was no damn way I could resist when faced with your gorgeous ass.” Gibb’s palms smoothed over both cheeks, distracting her from the unaccustomed endearment accompanying his admission. His mouth followed the path of his fingers, leaving no room for any thought beyond how hot and shivery his kisses made her.

He took his sweet time charting every square inch of her butt with his lips, teeth and tongue. When he coaxed her thighs open and freed the swimsuit completely, she was all too willing to let him do any naughty thing he wanted. His hands bracketed her drenched pussy, both thumbs slicking through her wetness. She moaned, instinctively arching into his grasp.

“Fuck, that’s pretty, baby.” Gibb’s ragged exhalation preceded a leisurely lap along her labia. Eyes crossing from the indescribable pleasure of his soft, wet tongue, she trembled as he made lazy figure eights over her clit before sucking the throbbing nubbin with firm, luxurious pulses, each tug springing a gasp from her and driving her closer and closer to coming.

“Gibb.
God
.”

“Do you like that?” he breathed against her sensitive flesh.

Speech an impossibility, she settled for a choppy moan instead.

“I want to make you feel incredible, Kay. Give you the best damn orgasm of your life. Then follow it with an even better one.”

She gripped the cushion and shuddered while he licked at her with a devastating skill that blew her mind. “I’d be damned lucky to survive another round at the rate
this
one is going.”

“The first couple will only be a warm up for number three.”

“Lord have mercy.” Her faint laugh morphed into another shameless groan when Gibb spread her open with his thumbs and worked his tongue inside her.

He ate her like he was savoring his favorite meal, his entire mouth getting in on the act. Plunging his tongue deep, he lightly rolled her clit with the pad of his finger, each slick rotation testing the tension spring on the exquisite pleasure spiral building within her. She trembled, every cell straining toward inevitable climax.

Gibb abruptly halted his feasting. His hands slipped around her waist and gently eased her onto her back. The sight of her wetness glossing his mouth and chin was as fiercely arousing as the combustible glow of desire igniting his gaze. Knowing she was the one responsible for that intense look in his eyes?
God.
His fingers trailed through her slickness before dipping inside her. She instinctively squeezed her pussy muscles around him, earning his groan.

“Jesus. I want to watch the pleasure crashing across your face when you come, Kay.”

“That makes two of us.”

She and Gibb both jerked their stares in the direction of Ty’s gravelly drawl. He stood near the rail, beads of water dripping down his muscular calves and a prominent erection tenting his swim trunks. The fire in his eyes matched Gibb’s.

“How long have you been standing there?” Gibb demanded.

Ty cocked an eyebrow. “Long enough to be envious that you started lunch without me, sneaky son of a bitch.”

Kayla’s lips twitched. “Um, did you just call me lunch?”

Ty strode toward them, his gait purposeful and slightly predatory. The sinful intent in his eyes added to her conviction that she was a banquet laid out for his and Gibb’s pleasure. Ty dropped to his knees next to her, his focus blazing a slow path along her overheated skin. His visual caress lingered on her breasts before detouring to the valley of her abdomen and then coming to rest between her legs. He studied her with overwhelming intensity, his stare like a physical brand searing deep within her. Already primed from Gibb’s thorough devouring, her pussy clenched, moisture trickling toward the crack of her ass.