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  Across my queen-sized bed a dozen or more designer mini and maxi dresses are spread out. There’s also at least the same number of bikinis and swimsuits in a collection of bright colors. At the foot of the bed, I count no less than two dozen pairs of espadrilles.

  Chase would die, I think.

  “Are those for me?” I ask.

  “Yes,” Blake answers.

  I turn and look at Blake and Seth. “All of them?”

  “Yes.” Seth says.

  “To keep?” I can barely contain myself. “For real?”

  They laugh.

  “You’re gonna need a bigger plane to fly all this back,” I joke, to ease my nerves.

  “Just a small gift. Hope you enjoy.”

  “I picked the shoes,” Seth says with a proud nod. “Women need good shoes.”

  “Thank you. Thank you both.”

  “Well…” Blake waves to the pile, indicating I should start.

  He must have known I was dying to dive right into the pile of clothes. “Oh my god, I can’t wait to try them on.”

  “Enjoy.”

  I pick up one swimsuit and suddenly want to go swimming. “You guys go get changed into your suits. I want to put one of these on and get wet.”

  “Sounds like a perfect plan,” Seth chuckles with a glint in his eye.

  “You know what I mean.”

  “Let’s go, buddy-boy,” Seth says, clapping a hand on Blake’s back, who is staring at me in a way that makes me want to drop to my knees and devour his cock that I can see straining against his pants.

  “Yeah, right. Okay.”

  The boys leave, and I shut the door behind them. Good. I want to try some of these on, and I want to make sure I look my best in them before they see me.

  My first pick: a black halter top. I squeeze into it. It does exactly what I hope: it shows off my…how should I describe them?

  Ah yes, my bountiful breasts. I giggle.

  Adjusting the cups, I even bounce them up and down. If this top doesn’t make the boys hard, I don’t know what will.

  Then I think, wait, I do know what will. I pick up a Brazilian-cut bottom. Normally, I wouldn’t dare wear something this small, not with my curvy ass. Yet tonight—tonight I want to be exactly what horny young men want: tits and ass.

  I step into the bottoms and pull them up. They barely exist.

  Perfect.

  I consider not looking in the mirror. Maybe I don’t want to know. Maybe it’s best not to look.

  But I do. I still look.

  “Damn…” I say out loud. “Looking like this, damn, I’d fuck me.”

  “How are you doing in there?” Blake calls out from the main room.

  “Doing great,” I call back. “Thanks!”

  I pull my white mesh crochet tunic out of my suitcase. I’m so glad I brought it. I slip it on. It covers me up…but does it really?

  My breasts are pouring out, and my ass, in all its splendor, is popping. Still, wearing the tunic makes me feel a little more prepared to open the door.

  “Okay, I’m ready.”

  I open the door to my room and find Blake and Seth waiting for me. The sight of them, topless in their board shorts, steals away my breath.

  “Fuck,” I gasp lightly.

  They look like they’re thinking the exact same thing.

  “Leila, you look outstanding.”

  “A real angel welcomes us, Blake.”

  I feel myself getting wet already. My thirst grows. My hunger rages on.

  I want to tackle them both on the spot. I want them to fill all my holes. But I say nothing; I hold back and let my fire grow into a true raging inferno.

  “You ready to head down to the beach, gorgeous?” Seth asks.

  Blake steps closer and reaches out his hand. “She looks ready to me, Seth.”

  I smile. “Oh, I’m ready.”

  Chapter 28

  Blake

  I wrestle with my inner self. Fucking bastard is ruining the perfect little getaway I organized just for Leila.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  Bad enough the little fucker was alive, and now he’s here.

  “We do have three jet skis available for you, Mr. Robertson.”

  I force a smile to my face. I nod. Three jet skis it is.

  I swear some more under my breath and hardly listen to anything I’m told by the bloke in charge of the hire.

  I really want to show Leila my secret cove on the island, and the only way to do it fast is to go there by jet ski. If fucking Seth had not shown up, I would have taken Leila on the back of my jet ski.

  The way Leila worships the ground Seth walks on, I doubt she’ll share a ski with me. If I only get two skis, she might share with Seth.

  Fuck , I swear again. This is really grating on my nerves.

  As I’m walking away, I’m still tempted to turn back and change my hire to two jet skis. Is there anything wrong with me taking her on my jet ski?

  I could always insist she come with me. My holiday, my decision. If the prick hadn’t turned up―

  I dismiss my thoughts. No fucking point.

  Blake , I tell myself, chill and learn to share.

  “So,” I approach Leila and Seth, who are waiting by the edge of the water, “three jet skis will take us to paradise.”

  “I don’t know.” Seth winks at Leila “I think I’ve arrived at paradise already.”

  Slimy sucker , I think to myself. Leila, of course, giggles and even blushes a little.

  Thank fuck the surf skis arrive, and I’m spared a reply.

  “Today, I’ll lead you somewhere special.” I board my ski so I don’t have to listen to another smartass remark from Seth. Fucking bastard.

  We fly across the water. For a while, I just enjoy the cool stream of water splashing softly in my face.

  Fucking fantastic. It’s so good, I briefly forget there are three of us instead of two.

  As we approach a rocky part of the island, I slow down. It’s not much further to go.

  I know this place like the back of my hand. Many happy memories were created here whilst growing up.

  Leila stares at the two rocks with a gap in the middle.

  “Look at the color of the water,” she says, a little breathless. “I’ve never seen such an amazing mixture of blues and turquoise.”

  My heart beats a little faster in my chest. I’ve done good. The fucking third wheel that has come along with us has not totally ruined my perfect surprise.

  Leila is enjoying every minute of it.

  I’m about to suggest we leave jet skis to swim to shore when I hear a splash. I just see the back of Leila’s sexy legs disappear in the water. Seconds later, she resurfaces.

  Her locks are now wet, and she shakes the water out of them.

  “Hey,” she shouts. “What are you two snails waiting for?”

  Not to be outdone by Seth, I jump in. Unfortunately, he’s beaten me to it. I break into freestyle and catch up with them quickly.

  “Look at this place.” Leila is in total awe of the cavern she’s swum into.

  “Wait till you swim ashore,” I say, and shoot venomous glances in Seth’s direction. He seems to take no notice. “The sand is so fine, and the serenity amazing.”

  Leila cocks her head to the left just a little.

  “Well, what are we waiting for?”

  With the challenge made, she takes off. I’m about to do the same, as is Seth.

  “Hey,” I shout to him. “Why don’t you grab the fucking cooler? It’s on your jet ski. Make yourself useful.”

  If I’ve expected a rebuke of some kind, it’s not coming. Without a word, Seth swims back to the ski. He looks relaxed, at ease with the world.

  Fuck, I hate him.

  I hesitate.

  I arrive at the beach as Leila sits down on the sand. I watch her pick up fistfuls of sand and then let them escape again.

  “This is perfect.”

  The beach we’re on is in a cavern, and the
re’s bit of light coming through a break in the rock above. Golden rays of sunlight snake along the sand.

  Leila looks at me. I smile back.

  My cock is complaining. It wants action. Easy, buddy , I whisper to him. I can’t just do it here and now. Seth’s about to join us.

  “Hey, man,” says Seth on cue, and my insides squirm. Rage wells up inside of me.

  I want to fucking punch the bastard.

  I’m plagued with negative thoughts. There are many different ways I’d like to hurt Seth.

  Briefly, I think it would be good if a shark came along and ate him. Although Leila might be a little upset.

  Leila.

  Fuck. She likes him. She likes both of us.

  Slowly, very slowly, I wonder what will happen if she doesn’t choose.

  “Want a beer?”

  I turn to face Seth.

  Rage turns to admiration, for a second or two. Seth hasn’t complained or said anything negative when I barked at him to get the cooler. And here he is, offering me a cold beer.

  I slump onto the ground and onto the warm sand.

  “Thanks,” I mutter and open my can. I take a big swig of the cool liquid. I close my eyes and savor the moment. Fuck, man, change your attitude , I think to myself.

  I open my eyes again and see Seth stare at Leila.

  She has removed her bikini top to reveal her perky breasts and hard nipples. Her head is thrown back and she’s supporting herself on her arms.

  Seth’s cock is as erect was it is ever going to be, and at the sight of the little vixen, my cock, too, stands to attention.

  Leila laughs. She turns to Seth and licks her lips.

  I almost choke on my beer.

  Chapter 29

  Seth

  Fucking slut is only teasing. Just as Blake and I get into it, she jumps up and runs to the water. There she squeals as her feet splash water over her own body. She twists and turns, and we are left to watch with our jaws on the ground.

  I shake my head and grab another beer. I’m tempted to put the can on my cock to cool him off, but I don’t.

  Blake looks as shell-shocked as I am. I can see his cock bulging

  We both watch Leila hover at the edge of the water to put her top back on before she plunges into the inky blue water.

  She splashes and kicks and twirls in the water. Our goddess is leading us astray.

  “You giving up man?” I turn to Blake.

  He laughs. His left foot plays in the sand.

  “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

  I should have known. Blake was many things, but he was not a quitter. It’s my turn to grin. The match is on. We may have briefly retired to our corners but now we are back, dancing around each other, light and nimble. May the best man win.

  He glares at me and also reaches for another beer.

  I stare at Leila. Like a small child, she’s frolicking in the water. Occasionally, she bursts through the surface making her breast bounce up and down.

  A couple of times her top comes off. As far as I’m concerned she could leave it off, and her bottom too. I like the look of her ass.

  “You quitting?”

  I shake my head. Fuck off, man. I’m only just starting to warm up.

  “Just like you isn’t it,” starts Blake and he comes a little closer. “You always gotta be in my fuckin’ face.”

  I pretend I have no idea what he’s talking about.

  “What do you mean?”

  Blake slaps me on the back.

  “Fuck, man. You’re always there. You smell a good business deal a mile off. A bloodhound’s nose could take lessons from you.”

  We both laugh.

  “You can talk.” I shake my head. “You’re no better. I turn left and you’re there, I turn right and you’re there. All my deals are never certain because you’re the prowling tomcat.”

  “Ouch.” Blake grimaces. “That’s not very nice. Tomcat.”

  “No one said I was going to be nice. And when have you been nice Blake Robertson? Imagine stomping in on my territory by planning a surprise trip to the Bahamas for Leila. Man, you really working overtime for this one.”

  Blake grins.

  “You need to up your game, Seth, if you want to even get a look in. I think I might just have her hook, line and sinker.”

  “Fuck off,” I mumble.

  For a while we sit in silence.

  “Thanks for lending me some of your clothes,” I say and try to sound genuine. It had been kind of him.

  “About time you wore some decent clothes man, and not those mamby pampby scarves and shit.”

  Fuck him. I don’t reply.

  “When are you going to make your move? Looks like you’re playing second fiddle.”

  Blake is needling me. He’s thrown the bait and I’m ready to take it. In fact, I swallow it whole.

  “Fuck, man. You wait for my next move. Your surprise will pale into insignificance. You won’t even know what happened. And with any luck, you won’t be around when it happens.”

  “That’s what I thought. And look who’s come along?”

  I lean back in the sand, my eyes fixed on Leila.

  “Remember Patrice?”

  Blake throws his head back.

  “Do I remember Patrice? Are you for fucking real? Now there was a vixen.”

  For a few seconds we say nothing. I don’t know about Blake, but I’m thinking about Patrice. Big-boobed, blonde Patrice. Patrice whose pussy was so fucking juicy and hot, I could fuck her all day. Are Blake’s thoughts along the same vein?

  “We were both chasing her, do you remember?”

  Blake nods. His dreamy expression confirms where his thoughts are right now.

  “You wanted her bad and I wanted her even more,” I say and smile. We both had been a lot younger then. I can remember us both doing silly things to impress her.

  I had taken her with the Porsche I was driving on a road trip. Blake on the other hand, had whisked her away to some tropical island. I guess Blake’s past performance should have been a warning to me.

  I’ll need to up my game.

  “She chose me,” I say after a long pause.

  Blake shakes his head.

  “But cheated on you with me.” He points to his chest. We both burst out laughing.

  “She was worth it,” I sigh.

  I wonder what happened to Patrice. We knew her in our uni days. She was doing arts. Probably happily married with children by now.

  “Do you know what happened to her?” Blake asks and I shake my head.

  “I can’t believe we’re doing it again,” Blake says and I briefly tear my eyes away from Leila.

  The light coming through the crevice catches bits of her body as she leaps through the water. She looks so perfect. So fucking hot and perfect.

  “The question is, my friend,” I start and look at him, “are you up for the challenge without any dirty tricks? Or…” I leave the second question hanging. And my eyes find Leila again.

  I wish she’d take her top off like before. I love watching her boobs bounce up and down and imagine what my hands and lips will do to them later.

  Fuck, she’s so hot. My cock is about to explode in my bathers.

  I wonder how Blake’s fairing. I shoot him a sideways glance. He seems to be stewing on my question. Conflict is written all over his face.

  “Man,” he starts and stops. Both his hands rake through his hair. Poor bastard is not coping.

  I go back to watching Leila.

  I practically drool as she heads out of the water and strides toward us. There’s purpose in her step.

  Will we both be rewarded for our patience?

  I fucking hope so.

  Chapter 30

  Leila

  I kick and frolic in the salt water like a child. I can’t recall the last time I’ve been to the ocean. My skin’s prickling where the sun’s drying the salty water.

  This place is magnificent. There’s a range of bl
ues and turquoise reflected in the sunlight. The color’s so beautiful it makes me I wish I could paint. How amazing would it be to sit and paint this exquisite landscape?

  My eyes search the beach.

  I can see Blake and Seth sitting side by side in the sun. They took the tease earlier well. I was testing the water a little before to see how far I can push the envelope.

  There’d been a bit of tension between them during the trip, the competitiveness between them palpable.

  But now it looks like both of them might be up for the challenge. I half expected them to follow me into the water, but they have chosen to watch from the safety of the beach.

  I still can’t believe I’m in the Bahamas. And I came here by private jet. How fucking awesome is this?

  Who’d have thought a girl like me would rub shoulders with the rich and famous?

  When Blake came in for a surprise lunch, I had no idea he’d go to such trouble and expense. I’d half expected a hamburger and chips down the road from the cafe.

  Of course, Blake didn’t expect Seth to come along. But I was thrilled with his timing. I would have been disappointed if he’d missed out.

  Blake’s thundercloud expression had left me wondering how wise my move had been to ask Seth to join us, but from what I can see, they seem to be getting on like a house on fire.

  It’s time to spice things up a little. Right in my center, I’m tingling in anticipation.

  I can’t wait. I lick my lips as I think about what I’m about to be doing.

  Slowly, I make my way out of the cool of the water. As I do, I feast on the tight little swimmers the boys are wearing and feel my insides heat up.

  I was sure I heard Blake tell someone he did not want to be disturbed in this little cove today. And I understand why. And it suits me for what I’ve got planned.

  Once I’m out of the water, I shake my head. Water droplets spray in all directions. Briefly, they catch the sunlight, and I can see tiny rainbows cascade out of them.

  What a truly magical day this is.

  As I walk up to Seth and Blake, my fingers find the back of my top. By the time I’m close to them, I’ve undone it, and it drops to my feet.

  Both of their jaws hit the ground.