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  She curled her fingers around his hand. “You’re a really awesome guy. Now I feel as if I have nothing to be ashamed of, even though I do. Thank you.”

  “You can thank me later by praising my sangria.”

  He escorted her out front. After he helped Carly into his car, he shot off a text message to Quinn, who would no doubt come rushing over. But would Woody have enough have time to see if she was up for the more adventurous types of fun he had planned—with himself and his wingman?

  ***

  After searching the hotel and beach, going as far as having her name called on the overhead system, Quinn still couldn’t find Carly. He’d used his passkey to confirm her suitcase and clothes were still in her room. Where could she be? Hiding? He wouldn’t put it past her, especially after what they did in his boss’s office with a security camera recording the entire episode. She probably doesn’t know that though…yet.

  He sat down on a couch in the lobby and dropped his head into his hands. Right after she brought him to the most intense orgasm of his life in her arms, Jagger called his cell. Security had seen Carly entering his office. Ron, the guard who had caught them together, had reported the incident. Jagger hadn’t yelled or screamed or told him he was fired. He sounded more disappointed than anything, but not because of who Quinn had been fooling around with, but because they’d done it in his office and on his desk of all places.

  Mortified, Quinn had apologized profusely, and Quinn ended the call, turning back to the woman who had turned his entire world upside down. He found only Ron—the tattletale security guard. She’d given him the slip yet again and some beast inside him howled in rage.

  What would he do with Carly if and when he found her again? He wanted to shake some sense into her and then kiss her until she was naked and crying out his name, begging him for mercy. He savored the idea of punishing her all night long by bringing her close to the edge and keeping her from reaching her climax.

  A bitter laugh left him. The handful of women he’d been with since her, always with Woody as backup, had been treated with respect and care. Anytime he tried to go solo with a woman, he froze. Carly had ruined him. He couldn’t have an intimate encounter without his best friend by his side.

  Damn Carly and his obsession with her! He took out his cell with the intent to call Woody for advice when he noticed the text message. Took Carly to my place. Plan on plying her with my sangria and doing wicked things to her. Join us.

  He shot up out of his seat. Carly wasn’t going to do anything with anyone unless he was there. His prick of a best friend better not touch what was his without his permission!

  He strode out of the foyer, calling Woody’s cell. When he went straight to voice mail, he released a line of curses and hurried to his car.

  ***

  Quinn marched into Woody’s backyard oasis of trees and plant life indigenous to the island. He preferred the comfort here to his sterile, professionally decorated condo.

  He knew his friend’s game all too well, having played it with him many times before. But this time, Quinn wasn’t certain he wanted things to go that far. Not where Carly was concerned—unless…she was interested.

  He stopped near the edge of the deck, surveying the two with affection and some trepidation. Woody sat on a lounger drinking a beer while Carly, some distance away, held a wine glass and swayed to a pop-sounding dance song. Her beauty stunned him. Her hair fell down around her shoulders, and she wore a strapless white sundress, showing off her shapely legs. A vision of him pounding into her while she wrapped her thighs around him made him go rock hard. A bird cackled overhead and the others turned in his direction.

  “You made it!” Woody jumped up and clapped.

  Carly drained her glass.

  He sauntered over and his buddy came down the steps and met him.

  “I know you two have a lot of unresolved things to work out, but can it wait until tomorrow?” Woody whispered.

  Quinn nodded. “Tonight will be just three friends catching up.”

  “Let’s have some fun!” Woody strode up on the deck and snatched Carly’s empty glass. “I’ll refresh your drink and start dinner while you two talk.” He retreated toward the kitchen. “I’ll be right back.”

  Carly turned down the music. She faced Quinn with a reserved smile. “Um, hi.”

  “Hi,” he said and reached to tug on his tie. When he realized he wasn’t wearing one, he played with the bottom of his T-shirt.

  “You still do that.” She grinned at him, a suspiciously cheerful twinkle in her eyes.

  “Still do what?” He frowned, puzzled.

  “Tug on your shirt. You did it in college.”

  “I do it when I’m nervous. I’ve been doing it much more since you arrived.” Not liking the distance between them, he moved to her side.

  She twirled a piece of her hair. He longed to play with those golden strands.

  “A new habit of yours?”

  She dropped her hand. “One I picked up since I saw you again.”

  “Carly, we need—”

  “I know. But I’ve had a little too much to drink and need something in my stomach besides wine and whatever else is in this potent concoction.”

  He chuckled. “I’ve enjoyed Woody’s sangria one too many times. The stories I could tell you would make you piss your pants laughing.”

  She giggled, and he smiled, closing his eyes to soak in the sound. They shot open when she brushed his chin. Her hand fell away and he grabbed it.

  “I’m sorry for the stupid thing I did by breaking into Castillo’s office. I know it’s not a good enough apology—”

  He pressed the pad of his finger over her mouth. “It’s over. You didn’t do any damage. I should be the one apologizing for how I treated you.”

  Her eyes widened and she thrust him away. “If you say you’re sorry for almost screwing me on your boss’s desk, I’ll kick you. I enjoyed everything we did up to the moment we got caught.”

  “I did also. I never had it so—”

  “Raw, hot, and steamy?” She lifted up on her toes, and he dipped down to kiss her, only to be interrupted by a loud cough.

  “Raw, hot and steamy?” Woody emerged from the doorway. “Sounds like your swapping recipes on how to boil lobsters. I hate to break the mood, but I’m starving. What do you say to some eats and more drinks?”

  “Sounds great,” he whispered, giving Carly a soft peck. Before he could increase the pressure of the kiss, she broke away, and with a wink, swayed toward the other man.

  Woody whistled low when she passed him. He grinned and lightly tapped her on the ass.

  Quinn ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled. For tonight he would pretend as if everything was right with the world and enjoy hanging out with a good friend and the woman who still owned his heart after all this time.

  Chapter Seven

  She doubled over laughing as Woody finished telling another story about he and Quinn getting into trouble the first week they were on Grand Turk. They’d ended up naked and hiding behind sand dunes while the beach patrol searched for them.

  “I can’t believe you did that many tequila shots and then took off all your clothes on a dare,” she said to Quinn in disbelief. He sat in the corner of the couch on her left while Woody occupied her right. He smiled shyly. She thought he was adorable and tweaked his nose.

  Quinn linked their fingers together and drew her close. She sighed, welcoming his embrace. After a great meal and more shared drinks, they had fallen back into the comfortable way they used to have in college.

  “It took an island paradise to turn you into a drunken frat boy?” She finished the last of her sangria.

  He took her glass and chewed on the leftover ice. When she grabbed for it, he lifted it high in the air, his grin taunting. “How else could I recover from my broken heart?”

  “Did I really break your heart?” she asked, slightly shaken up by his declaration.

  Before he could answer, Wood
y nudged her hip. “Why not put your legs on my lap? I’ll give you the world famous Woodster foot massage.”

  She arched a brow at Quinn. He shrugged. Taking that as a yes, she plopped her feet on Woody’s lap. When he dug his thumb into the arch of her foot, she moaned in delight.

  “She likes it.” Quinn pushed aside her hair and stroked the side of her throat where her hickey was. She trembled at the soft touch and from Woody who was doing incredible things to her toes.

  “I haven’t had a complaint yet,” he said, rotating her ankles.

  “Why would I complain? I have two hot men treating me like a princess.” She settled deeper in Quinn’s arms.

  “If you moved here, you could have us at your beck and call every day.” Woody ran his hands up and down her calves.

  She blinked at him. “I have responsibilities. I can’t just up and leave because of an amazing massage.”

  Quinn snorted. “Responsibilities? Working for a gossip rag? You should write for a more respectable publication. You deserve better than Chit-Chat Weekly.” He dropped his arm around her torso. His thumb roamed against her side, dangerously close to her breast.

  She bit her lip to stop from moaning. What was wrong with her? She shouldn’t act this way with Woody around. What could he be thinking?

  Woody squeezed the back of her calf. She did moan then.

  “Many women have complimented me on my massages and other types of ministrations in the past.” Woody wiggled his eyebrows.

  “Yeah…and? What are you implying?” she asked, trying not to fidget as his caresses inched up higher.

  “Maybe you’d be interested in creating a memory with us to take back to Vegas.”

  “What type of memory?” She wasn’t sure what to make of the change in conversation. The way Woody stared at her made her think he wanted something of a sexual manner.

  “You, me, and Quinn could spend the night together in my bed,” Woody announced, and she drew back her legs, ready to kick him.

  “You’re not serious. That’s absurd.” He had to be teasing her. He couldn’t think she—

  “You’d be amazed by how many female guests want to try something different in the bedroom because they think anything goes here. The stories I could tell you would make your ears bleed. Or perhaps make you come,” Quinn whispered and kissed her cheek.

  “What?” Shock flew through her body. “You’ve had a threesome before?”

  “A few times.” He ran his finger along the side of her throat. “Don’t knock it until you try it.” He kissed her and she grabbed his arms for support.

  His lips grazed hers. She sighed as he swiped his tongue along her lips and teeth until she let him in. When he slipped his hand inside the bodice of her dress, she arched into his hold, wanting to be naked. At the touch of a second pair of hands, she moved away. A shirtless Woody stroked the inside of her thighs.

  The heat in her stomach turned to liquid fire and settled in her pussy. She shook her head and scrutinized both men. “You can’t think…we should…?”

  “Why not? We like one another and I can sense you’re attracted to me.” Woody nudged his chin in his friend’s direction. “He’s always been more comfortable sharing a woman. Right, buddy?”

  Quinn’s hand stilled over her breast. His gaze held not only lust but also trepidation. She rested her palm against his cheek and he closed his eyes. A small smile filled his face. “He’s right. I haven’t had many lovers. The times I’ve been intimate with a woman, Woody joined me.”

  “Are you saying I scarred you?” she whispered, stunned beyond belief.

  He half-shook his head. “I wouldn’t go that far, but for some reason when we came to Grand Turk, we went wild. We had our first ménage together, and since then, more. Woody has enjoyed one-on-one times with a lady.” Quinn’s eyes opened and heat poured from them as he studied her. “But I never have. What we experienced together in the office and you here now gives me hope…shit, I’m not making any sense. You must think I’m a pervert.”

  “We all have strange desires. Some act on them, while others push them way down inside, ashamed by how they feel. I live in Vegas, of all places, so kinky sex doesn’t freak me out. I don’t think you’re a perv.” He burrowed his face into the crook of his neck. She stroked the top of his head and kissed his cheek. Woody leaned back, watching in silence.

  She’d always thought she was fearless, bold, and in that moment she wanted to do something radical. She mouthed, “okay,” to Woody, and tilting Quinn’s face up, kissed him. She put everything she had into it. When he responded and tightened his arms around her, she straddled him.

  He tasted better than the sangria. He increased the force of the kiss until she panted, anxious for him to make her come.

  “What do you want?” he asked around her mouth, moving down to suck where he had marked her.

  Turning her neck for more of his attentions, she gaped as Woody pulled down his shorts and stroked his cock. He gripped his length and jerked fast, giving her a lusty stare. She wanted to feel his hands on her while she rode Quinn and made him come deep inside her.

  When Quinn bit down on the side of her throat, she gasped and dug her nails into his shoulders. He lifted her skirt and palmed her ass cheeks. She was glad she’d worn a thong instead of underwear, leaving herself free for him to play with. She met his mouth again and licked him inside, rocking slowly against his erection. His finger ventured near the crack of her ass. She shivered and bit down on his lip. Circling around, he slipped between her legs and flicked her slit. She let out a sob and then a squeak when he rose with her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his hips and continued kissing him, whispering in graphic detail what she wanted him to do to her.

  He carried her into another room and set her on the bed. She watched him undress, overcome with desire for this man who turned her on in so many ways. Woody, with his shorts riding low on his hips, closed the door behind him. He squeezed Quinn’s shoulders. Both men looked at her, a question in their eyes. She held out her arms in a silent plea for them to take her.

  She grasped the covers, watching Quinn’s cock bob upward, long and thick with a big mushroom head. Anxious for a taste, she knelt in front of him. He paused at the edge of the bed, clenching his fists. His stomach muscles jerked when she set her palms on his chest. Placing a kiss on his nipple, she licked a course down to his stomach, enjoying his crisp chest and belly hair, the salt on his skin an aphrodisiac. When she reached his navel, she circled the tip of his cock with her tongue. Gripping her hair, he kept her immobile while she sucked him off.

  He grunted and cursed, calling out her name. She opened her mouth wider and took him fully inside, almost gagging when he bumped the back of her throat. He moved away and she rewarded him by cupping his balls. She bobbed up and down, beyond aroused. Cupping herself, she rubbed her slick folds.

  “Let me take care of you.” The bed dipped and Woody landed against her back. He reached into her thong, curled his fingers upward, and inserted them inside her fluttering pussy.

  She cried out. Quinn took hold of his prick, and after a few strokes, his cum splashed her face. She licked it off in greedy delight and moved to take him into her mouth, but he sat on the bed and kissed her. Their tongues dueled while Woody played with her clit, bringing forth a powerful orgasm.

  She fell against Quinn, trying to catch her breath. Woody leaned over her and pushed her hair aside. Cupping his cheek, she leaned up to kiss him but he moved his face away and pressed kisses on her neck and chest, pulling off her dress and thong until she was naked. She cried out in pleasure when he sucked on her breast. She was dying from the pull of Woody’s mouth and Quinn’s finger pumping her pussy. Her inner muscles constricted and latched around his finger as another climax came over her. While she recovered from her explosive orgasm, Quinn broke away and slid down toward her thighs.

  She stared up at the ceiling, panting while Woody sucked at her breast. Quinn threw her legs over his should
ers and spread her feminine folds wide, giving her an intimate kiss. She yelled out his name as his tongue jabbed upward and swept over her clit. His fingers joined the play and she gasped when he found her G-spot.

  The amazing foreplay went on for what seemed like hours. She came apart more times than she could count. Finally she caught a break when Woody grabbed condoms from his bedside table. She rolled to her side and waited for the next step in their lovemaking. Quinn lifted her in his arms. He lay back down and she climbed on top of him.

  “You’re so beautiful,” she said softly, tracing his face. She could stare at him for hours and never get bored.

  “And you’re mine.” He tugged her face to his and locked his mouth over hers.

  Grasping his cock, and with a wiggle of her hips, she pulled him inside her. Linking their fingers, she rode him.

  Woody knelt next to them and stroked her nipples. He whispered instructions and she sped up at his command. As her orgasm came upon her, she shook from the force. Quinn cupped her breasts, calling out her name or whispering, “mine.”

  Hands spread her ass cheeks apart and a warm, wet tongue snaked into a place no tongue had ever been before.

  “Woody!” she shouted and came fast and hard, her juices drowning Quinn’s cock.

  He rose up on his elbows and bellowed, fisting the covers under him. She joined her mouth to his, twitching at Woody’s arousing tongue action until she landed on Quinn’s chest in a sweaty heap. He held her close, caressing her hair. Woody lay on his side, stroking her back.

  A few minutes later, Woody urged her to lie beside Quinn. After rolling on a condom, he shifted her off of Quinn, lifted her hips and entered her from behind. Holding Quinn’s gaze as Woody pounded into her she joined her mouth to Quinn’s and kissed him until she flew apart again.

  ***

  She blinked and stretched, wincing as her bones cracked and leg muscles cramped. Something brushed her cheek and she blinked again, bringing the room, and Woody, into focus. He sat against the headboard with a sheet covering his lap, holding out a glass of water.