What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (212 page)

“We were all worried when we woke up and both of you were gone. Samson’s a little difficult.”

These concerns that Leif and him had about me and Samson might have been better served before the act, I thought to myself. “I got what I asked for.” Didn’t that make me seem like slut of the week?

“Did you? Or did you get what he allowed?” Miles stepped behind me and ran his fingers through my hair, attempting to untangle the locks.

God! It felt like heaven having his fingers in my hair and there was definitely something wrong with my libido. How could I want him after just having Samson? Closing my eyes I rested my head back on his chest. “I’m not sure how to answer that?” My voice sounded almost drugged I was so enthralled with his magic hands.

“Did you tell him what pleased you?” His fingers left my hair and fell to my shoulders, turning me to face him.

Forcing my eyes to open, I met his smoldering emerald gaze. “Everything pleases me.” What was he really asking me?

“Does it? If I asked you right now how to pleasure your body in a way you couldn’t resist, what would you tell me?” His finger grazed over my cheek tenderly, our eyes never breaking contact.

What kind of question was that? Just listening to his voice made me feel like melting at the moment. “I don’t know.” My heart raced as his head lowered and those beautiful lips touched mine. This was a good start, I thought as our tongues danced together.

He broke the kiss and shook his head slowly. “Maybe we should find out then.” His hand caressed over my lower back, resting on my ass before pulling me against his body. “Do you enjoy it when I hold you against me like this?”

I nodded, unconsciously rubbing our lower bodies against each other, wanting more contact. He smiled and lifted my leg until it rested against his hip, holding it there. The long length of his cock now rested against my sex and I gasped.

“I think you like this a little more.” The towel had parted, and I gasped as he rotated his hips. The slide of his cock against my sensitive flesh flooded me with desire. “Miles.” I bit my lip at the sensation and whimpered out his name.

“You’re so beautiful, Zoey.” He lowered my leg and left me aching without the connection. I didn’t expect him to lower to his knees, or pull my leg over his shoulder. I definitely didn’t expect his tongue to spear my core leaving me grasping his shoulders for support.

“Oh God!” Miles had a magic tongue and within seconds had me falling over the edge with just a few plunges of that wet wand.

“You smell like heaven sweetheart, and taste even more delightful.” He stood and kissed me again, and I wasn’t even repulsed at the taste of myself on his lips.

“That I really enjoyed.” The words just slipped out and I flushed hotly.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I like knowing my tongue in that beautiful pussy makes you happy.”

Instead of thinking, my hand lowered to grasp his cock and I stroked it wanting to bring him pleasure too.

“Don’t let us interrupt.” Leon broke into the moment and stood watching us with Leif and Samson.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about being caught in the act, but when I met Samson’s mocking grin, I refused to release the grip I had on Miles.

“We’re going to do some exploration of the island, maybe you can keep Zoey entertained until we return.” Samson didn’t seem upset that I was enjoying pleasure with Miles, instead it appeared to make him happy. My hand stilled on his cock, trying to come to grips with how I felt about that.

Miles gave a curt nod, and I didn’t understand the look that passed between the two men. They walked away leaving us standing together awkwardly. Feeling embarrassed I dropped my hand.

“He wants you to be happy.” Miles pulled me back into his arms and hugged me tightly.

“He’s got a funny way of showing it.” Dropping the towel I stepped back under the shower and rinsed off. “I’m sorry I really can’t do this.” There was no doubt in my mind if the other guys hadn’t walked out I would have fucked Miles. I guess that made me a prick tease, but screwing him would have made me something far worse in my opinion.

“You never have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable Zoey. I should’ve asked first.”

“Don’t be nice to me right now.” I stepped out of the shower, picked up the towel and dried off quickly before wrapping it around me. “I feel bad enough as it is.”

Most men would have been angry the way I stopped things, but Miles? He just chuckled. “Sweetheart there’s nothing to feel bad about. You’re overwhelmed and things have moved way too fast. Let’s grab some breakfast and find something else to do.”

I glanced down at the raging hard-on he still had and raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to?” I paused not sure exactly what I was asking to do. Give him a hand job or suck him off? Turning my head away I wondered if I’d turned into a whore overnight.

Miles chuckled, confusing the hell out of me again. “I think I can manage this. Why don’t you go get dressed and I’ll be in shortly.”

Not knowing how to respond, I decided to follow his advice. Walking back in the cabin, I dressed in a pair of walking shorts and a tank top. I needed to get the hell off this island. The things it made me feel were frightening and who knew what I’d do if we didn’t leave soon.

Miles had showered off again and walked in to retrieve his clothes. He looked so sexy in the white t-shirt and khaki shorts that for a moment I wished I hadn’t stopped things outside.

“Sweetheart don’t look at me that way unless you want to fuck.” He winked and walked into the small kitchen leaving me standing there with my mouth hanging open.

He fixed up a plate of fruit and we ate in silence. After we were done, he suggested we walk along the beach. The walk didn’t really clear my head, but the view was so spectacular I decided if you had to think, this was the place to do it.

“I don’t think any of us wants to spend another night on the floor. Leon said something about flying out tonight and coming back after the contractors had a better building in place.”

“We’re leaving?” Getting back home was probably the smartest idea, but I really didn’t want to leave the paradise behind. To be honest though, another night in sleeping bags wasn’t my idea of great fun. I really needed to get away from this place and do some soul searching.

“I’m sure he’ll talk to Samson first, but probably so. Don’t worry, we’ll come back when there are some comforts available.”

“I’m not sure you’ll need me with you the next time.” After what had happened with Samson I wasn’t even sure I could work with him again, much less fly out to the island without remembering what took place even if I could.

“Of course we’ll need you. Zoey don’t let what happened with Samson make you overthink things.” It was almost like he read my mind. “Work is work, what happens outside, that’s completely different.”

“Maybe for him, or even you and the other guys that’s true, but for me? Miles all of you had your head between my legs less than twenty-four hours ago, how am I supposed to just forget that when we’re back in the office?” I felt like such an idiot.

“I’d have my head there now if you wanted it and it still wouldn’t make a difference when we returned. We all rely on you. You’re a great employee, but a friend as well. Seriously, you have to put what happened here in the right place sweetheart.”

We’d stopped walking and were facing each other. “I’m not sure I can.” How could I sit down with these guys in a board room and discuss work which was also about pleasure, without thinking of having their hands touching me?

“We’ll find a way to make it work. Maybe it would be easier if you just submitted to Samson.”

“I can’t believe you said that.” Of all the men, Miles was the last one I’d expected to say something like that. Pissed off and needing some space, I turned to walk away.

Miles grabbed my arm, stopping me. “I didn’t mean it that way Zoey. Damn it! All I meant is if you belonged to Samson you wouldn’t let all this shit cloud up your mind. You’d just accept that as his slave he wanted it to happen.”

“Do you think I’m the type of person to belong to anyone?” Better yet, did I? So I fucked up. I’d allowed myself to submit to Samson in the bedroom. I’ll be damned if it was going to look like I was bowing to anyone ever again.

“If you’d stop being so stubborn you could be in control of us all.” Miles dropped my arm, more frustrated than I’d ever seen him before. “Don’t you understand that we all care for you Zoey?”

That pulled the wind out of my sails instantly. “Right, because I can see you, Samson, and the other guys on your knees for me.” I had to throw off on his comment because if I didn’t I’d admit just how much I wanted to believe those words were true.

“We were on our knees for you last night.” With those words he walked off leaving me standing alone in paradise.

My smart ass side wanted to shout out some parting remark, but how could I? They had been on their knees for me, showing me pleasure without demanding anything in return. It didn’t make sense, especially with how easily Samson left after fucking me earlier today. Confused couldn’t even begin to explain how I felt about what was happening.

Left alone to explore, I tried to imagine returning to the office and putting things back in perspective. Maybe if we never brought up anything that happened out here, I could manage it. It’s the only way I knew how to still work at a job I loved, and stop feeling like I’d changed positions into one of their playthings. Making that decision gave me the confidence I needed to walk back to the cabin and find Miles.

He didn’t bring up our conversation which helped tremendously. When the guys returned they’d decided to return back to the city and the next few hours were spent preparing for the journey.

Home

T
he trip back was exhausting and when we arrived I was glad I still had two days off before returning to Fantasy’s. I’d done my best to keep things professional on the flight and by the time we’d landed, they all acted as if nothing had happened on that island. We managed small talk and kept everything on a professional level.

Keeping my emotions in check was more difficult for me I guess, and I didn’t relax until I was dropped off at my apartment.

“You look beat babe. What did you think about the island?”

Rachel had ordered in and we were sitting down at the island bar eating dinner. I’d walked in the door, unpacked, then took an hour long bath before joining her. I still needed to get my head on straight and even though she was my best friend, I didn’t know exactly what I’d tell her about the trip.

“It’s just jet lag. The island was, well, an experience.” I needed someone to talk to and if anyone would understand I figured it would be her. I started talking and didn’t stop until she was sitting there mouth agape, a confused look on her face.

“You let them all? Then you slept with Samson?”

I had to laugh at her expression because never in our many years of friendship had I been the one to shock her. “That’s about the gist of it.”

“Holy shit babe. I mean I might have been afraid to free my sexuality to that point! Holy Shit!”

“You said that already.” Lifting my mouth in a semblance of a smile, I took a sip of wine. “I just don’t know how it’s going to play out in the office.”

“I get that Samson was a bit of a jerk after, that’s his style, but why didn’t you sleep with the other guys? I mean shit, it’s not like you made an exclusive arrangement with him.”

“I shouldn’t have done any of it. Don’t get me wrong, Rach, they’re all sexy in their separate ways, but me sleeping with four men? I’m not sure I can look at my own reflection now, if I’d taken it further I doubt I’d have any morals left.”

“That’s where you need to pull your head out of your ass. Guys fuck women like that all the time. Why shouldn’t we enjoy our sexuality?”

“What other women do doesn’t concern me. I never thought I’d have sex again, but four men? Come on Rach, you know me better than that.”

“What I know is that you’ve held yourself back long enough. I get that you work for them, but having sex with four hot billionaires? How many women can say that they’ve had that offer?”

“I just hope we can put that trip in the past and it doesn’t screw up my job.” We weren’t going to see eye to eye on the reasons I’d turned it down, so I decided to stop arguing.

“I don’t think they’ll bring it up unless you do. I’ve never known any of them to be the kiss and tell types. Hell I almost get fired on a weekly basis for saying anything about what goes on at the club.”

I remembered Samson putting her in place for mentioning the clients before, so I hoped she was right. “Well I guess we’ll see when I make it back in.”

We talked long into the night about the things that happened on the island and then vowed to never discuss it again. Rachel loved me, so I knew my secret would be safe with her. I think she was amazed that I’d finally got some action, her words, not mine.

Two days later my body had recovered from the extensive travel, and as I showed up for work, I could only hope that my mind could stay focused as well. Dean had my coffee on my desk before I’d even got comfortable and it was nice to know at least one thing was the same. She’d informed me that the meeting was rescheduled to after lunch so I had plenty of time to catch up on work.