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Ric didn’t like doing it indoors.

No – that wasn’t true. He liked doing it everywhere. He just objected to being driven indoors. Ever since the start of the holiday season he’d been forced to play by other people’s rules and it sucked. It really fucking sucked.

So much so that there was no fucking way he was letting the cottages out ever again. Once the summer was done, that was it. He didn’t give a rat’s arse about the income. No amount of money was worth sacrificing his privacy for. This was his island, his home, and he did not appreciate being lectured by members of the chiffon brigade. Nor did he appreciate being told how to dress.

Yes, it was a pointless form of retaliation, but he unzipped his fly while still two hundred metres from Kara’s front door.

Of course, the real malefactors of this current situation were ahead of him waiting by the front door of Beachcomber’s Barn. Kara and Zach – it was their fault the island was swamped with tourists. Between holiday lets and restaurants, they’d obliterated his peace. Ric preferred things how they’d been when it was just rock pools, crabs and ice-cream sold from the back of a van. Better that than withered old prudes getting snotty because he’d taken his shirt off and got on with making his living.

‘No more tourists,’ he growled as he shoved his way between his two lovers and entered the house.

Bypassing the living room, Ric headed straight for the kitchen.

‘Upstairs.’ He flung out his arm in the direction of the staircase when they attempted to follow him. Supplies were why he’d come in here, nothing more. One wooden spatula, snatched from a pot on the worktop, and a tray of ice cubes from the freezer and he was set.

Unsurprisingly, the pair of them were still loitering at the bottom of the stairs. Ric smacked the spatula across Zach’s arse, which got them both moving. Zach took the steps two at a time, while Kara attempted something similar, misjudged and ended up on all fours with her bum in the air.

Not that he was complaining, because Kara had a very cute arse, and he was being blessed with a spectacular view of it, given the shortness of her skirt and the itty bit of nothing she was wearing that ostensibly classed as panties. The temptation was too great. He clamped both hands down upon her curves, squeezed, and then used his strength to roll her over. The moment Kara lay on her back, he stretched out above her.

In truth not all his irritation was down to the kid and his nan interrupting his photo shoot. Some of it was plain old sexual frustration. You’d think, given that he had two lovers, sex would be easy to come by, but no, Zach was forever at the restaurant and Kara had developed an annoying habit of talking about drains and wallpaper at inopportune moments.

Glamour was sexy. The way a well-placed lamp cast a glow over a model’s skin fired his pulse. Wet clothes pulled tight over perfect abs got him hard, so did the wind blowing through a lover’s hair. As to whether a septic tank was stocked with the right flora or the general décor was courtesy of Laura Ashley or B&Q, who the fuck cared.

‘Don’t say a word,’ he warned her. All that mattered was that their bodies knew one another. He kissed her hard, to make sure she obeyed.

In return, Kara shoved her hands inside the back of his jeans. Her nails bit into his flesh, but that only spurred him on. Rough, aggressive, a little bit cruel – these were all things guaranteed to set his blood alight.

Ric shoved her short skirt up to her waist. The wind and the sprint to the barn had dried her skin, but her clothing was still damp from her roll in the surf. He’d deal with that in a moment, strip her naked as the day she was born. First, he dealt with his own footwear. He toed off his boots and let them fall. Hopefully, nobody would trip over them the next time they came downstairs. Then he drove his hips down against hers, letting her feel his arousal. A shiver of anticipation rolled through her body.

‘Are you gonna fuck me bare, Ric?’

He left off kissing her with a snarl. ‘Get upstairs, before I decide to go for it right here.’ He didn’t doubt her arousal. Zach had taken her halfway to paradise already, eating her out down on the beach. If he pushed his fingers under the silly scrap of lace, he knew she’d be sopping wet. And as for ‘fuck me bare’, while he didn’t normally act so irresponsibly, none of them had fucked outside their relationship since Kara first turned up. And he’d seen her swallowing birth-control pills.

Kara turned back onto all fours and scampered upwards, pale bottom waving enticingly at him the whole way.

Ric shucked off his jeans, leaving them alongside his boots. Then, having reclaimed his spatula, he sprinted after Kara. Damn bitch had stolen his ice cubes. He made a dive for her on the landing, only for Zach to hurl himself into the line of attack. He got a shoulder in the chest and a lightning-fast smack across his rear for his trouble. No one got between him and his lady, except maybe this man.

Zach didn’t attempt to wrestle with him. He forced his mouth down hard over Ric’s, snatching the kiss he was clearly eager for.

Yeah, OK, that derailed his thoughts of humping Kara in favour of getting hot and sticky with Zach. The guy had his hands entwined within the long blond strands of Ric’s hair, so that he couldn’t have moved his head, even if he’d wanted to. Right now, he didn’t. Not when staying meant feasting on kisses that made his heart pound and created a second pulse in the tip of his cock.

He was burning. Hard as steel and ready to rock.

Zach tasted good. Of lime and soda with a dash of something exotic added to the mix. They kissed aggressively, not quite snarling, but coming close to biting in their desire to somehow lock themselves together. Ric wasn’t about to let Zach dictate though, not for more than fifteen seconds. If he lost a few strands of hair to the process, then so be it.

Rather than backing up to give himself space, Ric leaned into Zach’s body, forcing his lover to do the moving; only one pace to begin with in order to maintain balance, then another, until they were no longer at the top of the stairs, but across the landing almost level with the bedroom door.

The moment Zach’s back hit the wall, he made like he was superglued to the plaster. His hands left Ric’s hair and splayed out to the sides, palms to the cool surface.

Every time, back him into a corner and Zach was mister I’m-all-yours. Fuck if that notion didn’t fire up Ric’s blood to boiling point.

Zach was exactly the right mix of sexy and vulnerable. He had a way of looking up through his eyelashes that jellified Ric’s limbs, and a body that was so pretty you couldn’t resist licking it.

Ric licked the side of the guy’s neck, tasted salt, sweat and need. ‘I’m going to fuck you hard. It’s what you want, isn’t it?’

Ric pressed his index finger to Zach’s kiss-reddened lips to stop him answering. He didn’t need answers. He could see Zach’s need…taste it…smell it in the form of the musk on his body.

He claimed Zach’s wet T-shirt. The man needed to be naked. He was hairy beneath. Not ape-like, just enough of a sexy fuzz to get the blood pumping, and provide a trail down the centre of his abs leading to his groin. There was no resisting that lure. Fingers walking the path ahead of his tongue, Ric followed the signposts, peeling away the barriers to his gaze. He needed Zach every inch as naked as he was.

Oh, yes, the man was a god. There was a reason he’d been photographing him for years.

Ric dropped to his knees, bringing Zach’s beach shorts down with him. The guy did for him every fucking time. Yeah, the scent of him, the look, those long firm muscles…He couldn’t help himself. He had to take, had to possess, especially when he was standing proud and so desperate for some red-hot loving.

Ric traced with his tongue the small pentacle tattooed just below Zach’s right hip and then, palms planted either side of Zach’s cock, his thumbs teasing the tops of his balls, he rose up, mouth open and claimed Zach’s cock.

Glorious! Far more than a mouthful, but sweeter for that fact.

Ric worked him with greedy pulls, using his tongue to ramp Zach’s need up to boiling point. He didn’t believe in doing anything by halves when it came to sex. When he fucked, he gave it everything. And he liked fucking Zach. Actually liked it a whole lot more than he generally cared to admit. Zach had been right on that score: moving in together had ramped things up a level. It’d yanked the safety net from under Ric’s feet and left him wandering in a drunken stupor for weeks. It was heady stuff, having this much awesome in your world 24 hours a day.

‘Say, boys,’ Kara called from inside the bedroom.

Ric would have ignored her and stayed fixated on the task, but Zach unglued his upper body from the wall in order to twist so that he could see around the door frame.

‘What’s this for?’ She held the tray of ice cubes aloft as if she were a cocktail waitress. The only item of clothing she still had on was her skirt, which sat where he’d left it, rucked up around her waist. The microscopic panties had vanished along with her bikini top.

‘I’m not sure I care,’ Zach muttered. ‘Dammit, woman, what are you doing over there? Come and give me some tongue loving.’

‘And risk my arse.’ She spun around in order to flaunt her rear, and then winked at them from over her shoulder.

The woman was an absolute minx. As if he was going to allow her to hijack Zach’s attention without demanding recompense.

Ric released his hold on Zach and stalked over to her. ‘Wanna find out?’ he asked, flicking a quick glance at the ice-cube tray.

‘Will I like it?’

‘Fuck if I know. Can’t think of anything I’ve done that you haven’t lapped up like a sex-starved nymphomaniac.’

Kara made a swipe at him, but she telegraphed it so far ahead that her hand never got close to making contact. He was to the side, then behind her, using her own momentum to spin her towards the bed. She crashed down onto the duvet, at which point he reclaimed the ice and then joined her.

Ric stalked her from one end of the mattress to the other before making her his captive, hands locked together above her head, as if she were practising a yoga pose. Except he had one hand fastened around both of her wrists, and his hard-on was making an acquaintance with her slit.

Oh, yeah, that was a very fine groove to be riding. Very fine…

‘Mm.’ Kara wriggled beneath him, trying to get him to do more than tease. He knew what she wanted, but he wasn’t ready to give it yet. Refusing to allow his libido, or hers, to derail his plans, Ric tightened his grip. Yes, it’d be fucking glorious to push into her pussy right now and steal the first taste of it from Zach, who’d been miles ahead of him on the beach. However, he’d always been a delayed-gratification sort of guy. Things definitely rocked more when he held back a little and let the tension build.

On this occasion it’d already been building for weeks.

Kara was liquid against him, writhing her hips and stretching herself out, so that her throat lay exposed, and her nipples grew peaked and hypersensitive.

Nipples – there was something he could turn his attention to. All he needed were a few shards of ice. He stretched over the side of the bed and whacked the tray against the striped wood floor. Ice cubes shot in many directions. Ric claimed one and drew a circle around Kara’s areola with it. The bud immediately spiked, at which point he sucked it deep into the heat of his mouth.

‘Oh, God!’ she moaned.

Ric repeated the tease, circling her other nipple.

‘So cold,’ she whimpered. ‘Gives me shivers.’

Pleasant ones if he was any judge. She was pushing herself off the mattress in a bid to make contact, both with the ice and with the heat of his mouth.

The bedsprings groaned as Zach added his weight to one corner of the mattress. This bed hadn’t been built for three, and it was beginning to show the strain, having seen rather a lot of robust loving.

Ric resisted the urge to turn and look at his lover. Instead, he maintained his teasing play. That’s not to say he wasn’t hyper aware of Zach’s every action. He didn’t have to see the man to be cognisant of him. Ric knew every inch of Zach’s body, some areas in more intimate detail than Zach likely knew them himself. He could picture his muscles working, limbs moving as he stalked forwards.

The sensation of Zach’s tongue being touched to the base of his spine and sweeping upwards, before repeating the action from a lower starting point, might have been delightfully predictable, but it raised shivers and made Ric’s cock buck with pleasure nonetheless. Yeah, he liked it. Got off on the idea of the guy being behind him if truth were told. If he only consented to them fucking that way occasionally it was because denying himself what he liked made the times when he consented that much sweeter.

Not content with tickling his spine, Zach attacked his arse with teasing bites.

Ric grabbed hold of him by the hair, forcing him to roll onto his side. Wordless, Ric scooped up a couple of the rapidly melting ice cubes and popped them into Zach’s open mouth, stifling his groan of complaint.

He didn’t like having his hair pulled? The fuck he didn’t. Next he’d be claiming he didn’t like being fucked or some other bullshit nonsense. Or demanding that they only make love, and that fucking was for savages and wild beasts.

Yeah, about that…He always had been, and always would be, feral to the core. Untameable. Plenty had tried.

Ric didn’t bother using words to indicate what came next. Actions spoke louder anyway. He turned his lower half away from Kara, so that his cock pointed right at Zach. Yeah, it knew where it wanted to slide.

Zach, like the saint he was, quickly obliged, opening his mouth and forming an O around the head.

A sharp hiss whistled past Ric’s teeth as he sucked in a breath. He could always find heaven inside Zach’s mouth, but this magnified every urge. Heat enveloped him. Then tiny droplets of sharp delight would touch him, sending intense thrills zapping along his shaft and making his balls pull up tight.

In order to stop himself being carried away, he refocused his attention on Kara, making a few seductive twists with his tongue, unconsciously mimicking the acts Zach was slowly killing him with.

He sucked harder, drawing sighs from Kara’s body, while his own blood threatened to boil. It was hard not to lose it when she was flooring him with all that fluttery panting. The sort that seemed to stick at the back of her throat, then burst free leaving her breathless.

Maybe those noises weren’t actually so different from the ones he was making himself.

Shit! He was going to end up too far gone if he wasn’t careful.

Every muscle strained, crying out for more, as he pulled away from both his lovers. Yes, he needed to fuck. He needed to fuck now, until all of him ached, but he’d make himself wait. Absolutely, he’d make himself wait. He credited himself with a little control.

Yet, when Zach looked up at him, his dark brows drawn together and mouth slack, Ric almost forgot that promise along with everything else including his own name.

His mouth found Zach’s, and they kissed sloppily, both hungry for the aggression, desperate for one another, and that one intangible thing they could only ever have in each other’s arms.

He wasn’t dismissing Kara; she was absolutely part of their bond, maybe even the glue that made them stick together, but damn if Zach couldn’t turn him inside out.

Ric’s heart gave an infatuated flutter, and he hauled himself away from both his lovers fast. Distance required…

He sat back on his heels and watched Zach and Kara make out.

Hands mussed hair, fingers bit into muscles and gripped hard as their bodies entwined. Soon Zach’s cock rode against the lips of Kara’s sex, seeking entry.

‘Stop!’ Ric demanded, when it looked as if Zach might actually claim her. ‘Hold it.’

He didn’t want to tear them apart, only for them to freeze. There was something deeply alluring about that split second before penetration took place, when a man stood poised to enter, that never failed to arrest him. He felt dual tingles at the base of his brain and in the head of his cock as multiple memories of living exactly such a moment overlaid themselves one on top of the other.

Suddenly finding his camera became more of a necessity than breathing.

‘Don’t move. Not a muscle. Not a hair. Don’t even breathe.’

OK, maybe…maybe he’d allow the last one.

Ric leaped off the bed. He vaguely recalled leaving his camera on the table in the kitchen, which was way too far away. Luckily, he’d spent enough nights here over the last nine months to have a tripod permanently set up in the bedroom. It took two seconds to snatch the Nikon off the base, whip off the lens cap and get up close and personal.

‘Go ahead now. Slide in slow.’

He recorded every inch of their union, right up to the point where their pubic hair kissed and they were bound so closely that there wasn’t a space between them. Only then did he pan back a little, focus on the sun-bleached hair on Zach’s arms, and the hint of good old-fashioned sweat gathering across his back.

Ric returned the camera to the stand and set the timer to take shots of them at regular intervals. He climbed onto the bed behind Zach and tasted his skin, but fucking him wasn’t what he wanted right now. There was something else eating up his thoughts. One image, neon-bright, of them all entwined in a way they’d never been before.

He didn’t want to fuck Zach. He wanted to fuck with him.

‘Roll over.’ He urged their compliance by tugging on Zach’s hip. Soon Kara lay above, stretched out over Zach, her peachy arse pointed towards him again. ‘Where’s your lube?’ he asked Kara, knowing the answer but giving her just a little bit of a heads-up of what was coming.

All right, perhaps not quite as much of a warning as she might imagine, since he’d lay money on her expecting him to slide into her arse. It wouldn’t be the first time. It wasn’t even the first time he’d have taken her like that with Zach already in her pussy.

But that wasn’t what he intended.

Ric slathered up his cock, but it was his fingers he slid inside her – into her pussy, alongside Zach’s cock.

‘Oh, God! What are you doing?’ Zach gasped. His line of sight was blocked, but Ric knew he could sure as hell feel what was going on. He moved his fingers back and forth in time with the thrusts of Zach’s cock, stroking him as much as he was stroking Kara.

‘I thought we might try something.’

‘Try what – shredding my sanity? Jeezus, Ric. Stop doing that.’

‘You don’t like me stroking your cock?’ he teased. ‘Kara doesn’t want me to stop, do you?’

‘I want to know what you’re up to.’ She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. ‘What are you up to?’

Ric flashed her his wickedest grin. ‘What, you want me to tell you what the surprise is? Then it won’t be a surprise.’

‘Hm.’ She pursed her lips. ‘I know that if you squirt any more lube, I swear you’ll slip out before you even dive in.’

‘A physical impossibility, I think,’ he replied, continuing to fuck her with his fingers in perfect synch with Zach.

It was true, he had slathered his dick up pretty good.

‘Fucking come on, Ric,’ Zach panted from below her. He lay on his back, his dark hair, damp at the front, curled over his forehead covering one eyebrow. ‘Whatever it is, get on with it, or I swear I’m going to steal your thunder.’

‘Do that and I’ll make you pay.’

‘Keep doing that and I’ll not be able to help it.’

‘OK, I was just looking out for Kara.’ Who seemed to twig at that moment just exactly what he had planned.

‘No,’ she said. ‘You’re crazy. You’ll never fit.’

‘Is that a statement or a challenge?’

‘Fuck!’ She dug her teeth into her lower lip, while he straddled Zach’s legs and cosied up closer to her back. ‘Ric, no.’ She gulped audibly, but she didn’t try to pull away from him. If anything her body language was welcoming. She even slowed the jig she was performing with Zach down to a super-gentle pace.

‘What’s going on?’ Zach demanded. ‘Why’s she saying no?’

Ric ignored him in favour of answering Kara. ‘No. Really?’ he enquired. ‘Or, no, you’re fucking insane, but do it to me now, ’cause I’m every bit as delirious as you are?’

He laughed when the only response she made consisted of a drawn out ‘mmm’ sound that vibrated through the whole of her body. He could feel it against his fingers that were still inside her cunt. ‘Care to clarify that?’

‘Yes,’ she said, exhaling sharply.

‘Um,’ Zach protested. His hands fastened upon the tops of Kara’s thighs, as he tried to motivate her to up the pace again. ‘What did you just agree to?’

‘Don’t worry, lover boy. It’s nothing to get to get riled about. She was just agreeing we could be fuck buddies.’

Zach’s brows immediately knitted. Suggesting, even in the most offhand way, that they were something less than committed lovers always wound him up.

‘We might need to take this slow.’

Ric pulled his fingers free and aligned his cock with Zach’s, at which point the other man finally seemed to twig what was going on.

‘Hang on. Do I not get a say in this? What makes you think I want my cock stroking yours?’

‘Because you always want your cock stroking mine.’

‘Kara?’ Zach peered up at her, his mouth opening around a sigh of bliss, despite the questions written into his gaze.

Kara answered by sinking back slowly.

Oh, fuck, that was tight!

‘Slowly…slowly.’ Zach gasped. ‘Oh, honey. Oh, living hell!’

Yeah, that was right, slow and relaxed. No need to rush, not that he wanted to. Ric intended to savour this. It was about as close to paradise as he thought he could get, cosied up besides his two favourite people.

Like seriously, heaven had nothing on this.

Kara rocked her hips, which sent a dart of pure bliss through his cock, and tore a deep groan from his throat. ‘More,’ he thought he heard her gasp.

She began to pick the pace up, apparently now eager for what they were giving her.

Sheesh! If they didn’t slow down a little, he was going to go off like a rocket.

So much for his supposed control. Right now, it was shot to pieces. All he could do was hold onto her and follow her lead. He wrapped his arms tight around her middle, and let his head rest against her shoulder as he fought the inevitable ride towards orgasm. He’d known this would be intense, just hadn’t banked on it shredding his self-discipline quite so swiftly.

Ric’s gasps sounded loud in his own ears. They drowned out similar sighs and mewls made by both Kara and Zach. At least they weren’t any more immune to the sensations than he. Not that his reaction was purely physical. There was a vast mental component too. It was about the three of them being all tied together, completely and irrevocably entangled.

His heart was on the line here.

Hell, who was he kidding? He’d fallen for them both long before this moment. Their absence in his life over the last few weeks had proved that. He’d been mooning over them when they weren’t around or were too busy to be with him. He’d made out he was annoyed that Zach wasn’t around to pose, and that Kara seemed more interested in welcoming strangers into his world than welcoming him between her legs, but actually it was plain old-fashioned jealousy on his part. He wanted them to be his, as they’d somehow made him theirs.

This act proved it as much as anything.

‘Can’t…hold…back…much…longer,’ Zach rasped. Ric couldn’t see him to know how true that was, but he could certainly feel him. Damn, could he feel him. They were locked together inside Kara’s pussy, moving against one another in perfect synch.

‘So don’t,’ he said.

Suddenly the idea of being this close while Zach ejaculated was a monumental turn-on. It probably shouldn’t have been. In a moment of more clarity, it might even have icky potential, but right now…right now it was the hottest thing on earth.

Even better yet if he could get Kara to come at exactly the same time.

With that goal in mind, he moved his hand down across the gentle curve of her stomach so that his fingers rested over her clit. He didn’t rub; he let the motions of their bodies do the work.

‘Fuck! Oh, fuck…’

Zach was riding the wave. He always got vocal when he was about to come, and he’d probably be biting his lower lip, trying to hold it back too.

It never worked.

It didn’t sound as if it was about to this time either.

Mind you, he was clinging on by his fingernails. Kara was squeezing them both so tight that sweat slicked Ric’s skin.

The buzz started in his balls, and grew intense far too quickly. It licked along the length of his shaft, and tore a sob from his throat. He was babbling. He didn’t know what the fuck he was saying – hopefully nothing too revealing – although, actually, who gave a damn? Another minute or two and he was going to die right here in their arms.