Karibu Heat (Sequel to Kabana Heat) (10 page)

Keefer simply
winked and grinned.

Jager’s stomach
swirled with anticipation. Damned if he wasn’t looking forward to getting on
that stage now.
And to winning.
By golly, if it took
every ounce of his courage, he was going to do all he could to win them that
penthouse suite for tonight.

The waiter
appeared and started to clear the table.

“Wait.” Jager
clamped his hand around the parfait dish. “We’re not done with dessert yet.”

“No problem,
mon.” The waiter left the parfait dishes on the table after clearing their
empty plates.

Anjelee arched
one brow. Her scarlet mouth pursed above lovely bulging breasts pushed high and
nearly spilling over the top of her tight leather get-up. “Hmm, I detect a
smidgen of bravery and a plan with promise. Whatcha got in mind, Manning?”

“I say we have
dessert up on stage,” Jager replied, “and make them start warming to the male-male-female
idea.”

“Holy shit,
fucking nice idea. Man, you need to drink more martinis from now on.” Keefer
raised his glass at Jager and snorted.

Anjelee punched
her fist in the air and squealed, “Woohoo! Bitchin’ celebrity suite, here we
come.”

The entertainment
host took the stage and tapped the microphone to quiet the rowdy vacationers.
“Okay, everyone, give it up for our final registered trio, Anjelee, Keefer and
Jager. Come on up, guys.”

Anjelee leaped
up and grabbed Jager’s arm to urge him up. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“Fuck me, what
have I done?” Jager groaned. He tipped back the remainder of his cocktail,
swallowed and drew in a deep breath. The last traces of social anxiety numbed
in his system as the alcohol soothed his nerves. He stood and swiped two dessert
dishes off the table.

Though his heart
continued to pound as he followed Keefer and Anjelee up on stage, excitement
fluttered in his gut. He climbed the side stairs and trailed them to the pole.
His gaze scanned the crowd.

Motherfucker,
how do his movie-star clients do this?

Thank God he
wouldn’t have to analyze it further. Due to the contrast of the bright lights
shining on stage with the dim illumination of the dining area, and the pleasant
buzz he had going on, the crowd appeared as a hazy blur.

He took a deep
breath, stood back and held the dishes while Anjelee did a twirl around the
stripper pole. The crowd cheered and whistled. She jumped up and somehow
flipped
herself
upside-down with her back to the pole,
wrapped her legs around it and held on hands-free. The move caused her leather
mini-skirt to slide to her hips and expose her pussy. The crowd roared louder
and clapped their approval.

“Two minutes are
all we have. Let’s go.” Keefer shouted to Jager. He snatched a parfait dish
from Jager and poured the multi-colored cream on her cunt, and to the raging
delight of the audience, he started to indulge in his after-dinner dessert
right there in the V of her juncture.

Anjelee moaned
and writhed against the pole. She slapped her palms on the stage and stood
there like a gymnast in an Olympics handstand pose.

“Jager,” Keefer
barked, coming up for air. “Snap out of it.”

Jager’d been
mesmerized by the sight of Keefer doing oral on Anjelee in such a kinky
position while the entire resort whooped and hollered. Already, his cock
throbbed and filled with blood. But he was going to turn the heat up a bit
more. It felt surreal to step forward, unzip his shorts and let his dick fall
out for the whole world to see. Warm humid air licked at the head. He held in a
hiss when he dumped the cool dessert on his half-hard cock, knelt and
positioned himself within reach of Anjelee’s mouth. He wasn’t sure if her
eagerness was due to the two-minute clock ticking, or if she was simply that
hungry for him, but he’d never been brought to full arousal so fast in his
whole damn life. Her wet, sucking mouth felt like pure heaven on his cock,
while her moans at Keefer’s continued efforts on her pussy vibrated deep into
his loins and nearly brought him to instant release. Being watched on a stage
like this by so many screaming people opened up a doorway in the back of his
soul he didn’t know was there.

It was fucking
hot, the most exciting sex he’d ever had, and yet it was all show.

Or was it?

He took a
breath, slid his hand up in the leg of Keefer’s shorts and closed his fist
around Keefer’s erection. Keefer’s head fell back and he roared while Jager
slid his other hand around and massaged one upside-down cheek of Anjelee’s
little ass. His fingertip found her tight ring. A strangled scream escaped her
cock-filled mouth.

Ah, yes, fuck me, fuck her,
fuck
Keefer.
All at once.

He closed his
eyes to the amazing, contrasting sensations of man and woman, and the sounds of
her slurping and Keefer’s groans buried somewhere within the cheers of the
people.

Jager was just
about to come when the emcee bounced onto the stage and yelled, “Holy naughty
Jamaican gods, was that ever smoking!”

The crowd
clapped and yelled and hooted.

Jager groaned inwardly
at the interruption, stuffed his hard-on into the snug space of his pants and
got to his feet. The deafening approval made his cock go even harder. Damn,
that was hot having them all watch and root them on. Now he totally got the
allure Mitch and other stars sought. It must be addictive to get all that
attention, even if movies aren’t in front of a live audience or quite
this…explicit.

Jager was just
about to step back and exit the stage when Keefer yanked him close and kissed
him.

The audience went
silent. There were hushed whispers and gasps.

Keefer’s
pussy-juice-coated
,
dessert-sweet mouth devoured him
. Jager’s shaft tingled and
twitched against the restraint of his pants. It wasn’t until Anjelee untangled
herself from the pole and wiggled her mouth in for a three-way kiss that
Keefer’s ballsy aggression received a public reward.

The spectators
started with a random clap here, a shout there, and within seconds, the tepid
response heated to boiling. The vacationers stomped their feet, clapped, screamed,
whistled, woo-hooed and clinked glasses. It turned to a deafening roar that the
emcee was powerless to calm.

Finally, the
noise cooled and the host chuckled, “Well, I think we have us a winner. First
place, with a free night’s stay in the Kinky Penthouse, goes to Anjelee, Jager
and Keefer. Give up a round for this sexy threesome, everyone!”

The crowd
escalated again while Anjelee grinned and threw her arms around their necks.
“Oh, my flipping gawd, we’ve converted them.” She jerked Jager and Keefer together
so they faced one another, launched herself up and straddled their hips. “Now
let’s go to that kinky-assed suite and get down to some real business. Damn,
and I was just about to come when the timer went off.”

Chapter Seven

She stood near
the swimming pool and hot tub where it perched on the suite’s tiled veranda
overlooking the sea. Thick rifts of salty wind lifted Anjelee’s hair from her
shoulders and fanned the sweat along her neck. She studied the slivers of
moonlight dancing on the choppy waves below, and sighed at the soothing song of
the sea crashing on the beach, ebbing back with the pull of the tide. Her mind
rewound to that night in Hawaii when she’d almost gotten caught on the roof
above Wulfrum’s little threesome wedding party. She’d snapped some damning
pictures through the skylight before nearly plunging to her death on a veranda
very similar to this one. How ironic that now, here she was about to engage in
some of those very same acts of lovemaking—and with one of the men who’d
fought with her to confiscate those very photos she’d taken.

Really, she
should admit the truth, at least to herself. Jager had only been trying to
protect his own career and the movie star’s public image. She couldn’t exactly
blame him anymore, not for wanting to keep things private...like she wanted
what was about to happen here tonight, kept private.

She pressed a
hand to her belly to ease the guilt that twisted and churned deep inside. Jager
had once been the enemy, and an easy one at that. Now, within the span of a day
or two, she’d allowed him to dig his way into her heart right there next to
Keefer. Or had his
heart-worming
started in Hawaii?
How was she ever going to separate that from the fierce love and protectiveness
she’d always felt for her little sister? And with all of Ali’s dialysis and the
massive debt her terminal illness had incurred, it only made things that much
more complicated.

Plain and
simple, they needed that money. It could mean the difference between life and
death for Ali.

She kicked her
heels off. The faint odor of chlorine drew her, so she sat on the edge of the
hot tub and dangled her legs in the swirl of steaming water. Bamboo torches
blazed and edged the landscaped pool area. The staff had set up a candlelit
nightcap on the raised table in the corner of the spa. Flames danced in the
intermittent breeze and towered over various tropical fruits, cheeses, shrimp,
crackers and desserts. A bottle of top-shelf champagne chilled in an ice bucket
with stemware. And just like she’d noticed on the tub’s edge during her spy
session on Wulfrum in Kabana, a basket of naughty adult toys sat within reach
of every seat in the circular tub. Various colors, shapes, sizes and kinds of
condoms were sprinkled at random in the basket, like confetti or candy filler
in a gift basket.

“Hello, Miz
Anjelee.”

She squealed and
angled around toward the baritone, Jamaican voice.

The butler wore
a butter-yellow tux with a black tie and pants. He waved at her with a
white-toothed grin. “Irie, mon, irie.
Just preparing your
massage area and hanging the swing.
Almost done, then I’ll leave you
three alone.”

“Oh.” She
scanned the massage table.
Hm, not your ordinary salon type.
Its black leather surface had large holes that apparently corresponded to
anatomical areas.
One for the face, another larger one for
the rump or groin and a double set of smaller openings for breasts.
There were stirrups at one end, various straps and restraints attached to the
edge and levers to tilt the platform vertically. “How clever.”

“Oh, yeah, sinful.”
The man smirked, added a wink and did one last arrangement of lubes, condoms
and lotions on a nearby table. He bowed and added, “Enjoy.” He crossed the
patio. Keefer and Jager met him at the threshold where the glass outer wall
partitions had been slid to either side, leaving the entire room open to the
outdoors like a huge cave.

Her gaze touched
on the enormous teakwood bed on the far wall. Holy chimoly, the suite was like
a lovers’ jackpot-lair set on a seaside cliff. Her system hummed with arousal.
The possibilities here! Pool, spa, orgy-sized bed, yummy food and drink,
massage table, sex swing, sex toys and two hot men at her whim.

Gulp.

They both drew
out their wallets and, one at
a time
, slipped cash
into the butler’s hand as they shook it. He grinned, nodded his thanks and
crossed to the door. He exited the suite and pulled the door to a close behind
him.

“I’m so damn
ready to get this party started.” Keefer whipped his shirt over his head and
exposed his buffness. Ha-ha, His Buffness—His Inked Buffness. Her mouth
watered. Oh, yeah, the man certainly fit the bill for King of Hotness.

Jager did, too.
He discarded every stitch of clothing and strode to the lanai tiki bar, his
enormous cock bouncing with each step. He rummaged around, found three shot
glasses and juggled a bottle of tequila. “Something tells me this party started
when I set foot on the tarmac at the Karibu airport.” He winked at Anjelee. “Or
maybe it started in Kabana.”

Kabana...

She stared up at
the black expanse of star-studded sky and imagined a skylight...with a peeping
photographer snapping shots of the blatant ecstasy to come. Private ecstasy.

Her jaw set.
Ooh, she would totally go nuclear on the intruder. Their career would be
toast,
their life would be as good as dead. They would be
behind bars in a flippin’ snap.

Yet it had been
okay for her to do it? No, no, there was still Ali and her mother to think of.
So she’d had a justifiable reason to break the law—hadn’t she?

Oh, God, she couldn’t
think straight, not with all this temptation surrounding her.

All righty, hon, harden your ass and put
Ali and Mom out of your mind for now. Put Kabana out of your head, Karibu into
it. Time to have some fun. Time to pretend these men have no connection to your
idiot self, and that you’ll never see life through iron bars. That’s right,
they love you and cherish you beyond all else, and neither of them, not even
Jager, will allow that to happen.

“Yeah, right.
Love,” she muttered. “My ass.”

Jager brought
the shot glasses over, lowered himself to the edge of the hot tub and sat next
to her. “What was that?”

“Nothing.” She
took the tequila from him and downed it in one swallow. It blazed down her
throat and settled warm in her belly as she slid into the jetted tub, clothes
and all.

Keefer stepped
out of his shorts and dived into the pool. He
surfaced,
long dark hair slicked back from his sharp features, and let out a whoop. He
swam to the hot tub, climbed up and in. “Ah, what a night.” He took the shot glass
from Jager. They clinked them together. “To the three of us, and to more hot
nights in Karibu yet to come.”

They tossed back
the liquor in unison. Both shook their heads and growled.

Anjelee’s head
spun. Their excitement, mixed with the tequila and martinis she’d already had,
proved contagious. Anticipation seized her in one swoop of glee.

Screw it. I’m going to live for tonight,
and worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.

“Woo, to the
three of us is right!” Her raised voice carried out over the ocean. She wiggled
out of her skimpy outfit, swung it around her finger and winged it up on the
pool deck. “Can I have an amen all up in here?”

“Amen.”

“Aaa-men!”

“Oh, yes.
Speaking of men, get your ass in the spa with us.” She waved Jager in and
squatted so that the bubbly water covered her shoulders.

They bent and
sandwiched her, Keefer on her left, Jager on her right.
Arms
encircled her beneath the surface, legs tangled with hers
,
half-erect cocks rubbed her hips
. She slid her hands along
their shoulders and held on. Muscles bunched and flexed beneath her kneading
fingers.

“Mmm.” Keefer
nipped at her neck with his teeth. His warm breath sent a shiver straight to
her toes. His fingertips—or was that Jager’s
?—
tweaked
her nipple. It seemed to tug on an imaginary string of heat from her breast to
her pussy.

A hand cupped
one of her rump cheeks. “Damn, you’re so hot. You drive me nuts.” Jager sucked
on her earlobe before leaving a sprinkle of kisses across her cheek. His mouth
found hers. A tremor shook him. His tongue pushed past her teeth and dueled
with hers. He tasted of bitter liquor and parfait.

Keefer floated
around and took them both in his arms. Body parts melded, and she couldn’t tell
where one ended and another began. He wiggled his mouth in and joined the kiss.
The flavor intensified, this time enhanced by a hint of tobacco. Lips and
tongues darted in and out. She took them both in, then just one, next the
other.

Something hard
brushed her hood piercing. She came undone, her moan muffled by their hungry
mouths. Her head fell back and she took in the sprinkle of stars on velvet
black, the balmy breeze, the tropical scents and the rush of sea. Or was that
the deafening rush of blood in her veins? A finger slid into her passage, then
another. She planted her feet apart and straightened so that her breasts came
out of the water. It was just the right level for both men to latch onto a
nipple. Their palms grazed up her abdomen, mirror images of one another, until
they had the swell of each breast lifted to their mouths. Duel tongues lashed
at the tender areolas like mini flamed whips. She cradled their heads and held
them to her breast. A fingertip swirled around her anus, a thumb around her
clitoris.

“Ah, that feels
so good.” Her voice sounded raspy and strange to her ears. She bit her lip.
Desire built inside her, sending a pleasurable, throbbing ache through her
groin. She held on to muscle and hard flesh and rocked her hips, stroking the
invading fingers.

She was already
there…so close.

They released
her and stood up, both panting. She closed her hands around each erect cock and
stroked. “Why are you stopping?”

“Hmm, you really
know how to do that,” Jager growled. He curled his hand over hers and forced
her to slow the tempo.

Keefer clasped
his hands behind his head and stared up at the sky. His smooth skin glistened,
every muscle defined in shadow and torchlight. He let her jack him off fast,
rough. “Babe, you keep that up, I’m going to explode.”

“Uh-uh, too
soon,” Jager said. He twined his fingers in hers and led her up the spa stairs
to the patio deck. “They’ve given us access to all this wild shit, we’re gonna
use it. Let’s get her in the swing.”

Keefer grinned.
“That’ll work.”

Her skin
prickled in response to the humid night air blowing across her damp flesh. She
shivered. The swing… Jager led her to the contraption near the massage table.
Keefer followed. She noted how the top of it had been secured to an overhead
beam under the lanai overhang. It swung in the breeze and reminded her of a
hammock with its ends tied together rather than at opposite poles. The brown
leather mesh crisscrossed at wide intervals. She blew out a breath. Obviously,
it’d been designed to get at body parts, crevices and holes from every angle
possible.

“Whoa. You’re
really going to put me in that thing?”

“Damn right.
This thing’s got some real possibilities…” Jager scratched his whiskered jaw
and studied it, as if to gauge its engineering and safety. He nodded, drew her
closer and held it open. “Climb in.”

When she
hesitated, Keefer said, “C’mere, sweetheart.” His big hands spanned her
ribcage. Jager held it still while Keefer lifted her and guided her into the
contraption so that it cradled her, front and back, with her legs dangling on
either side. The position spread her labia and bottom open between the
crisscross straps. The winds licked at her damp flesh. Her breasts abraded over
the leather and settled into two square openings. The rough pressure on her
skin, coupled with the vulnerable pose, sent warm pulses to her groin. Droplets
of come oozed from her pussy and moistened her folds.

Oh, yeah this
thing did have possibilities.

It held her
suspended at
their
mercy so that every nook and angle
of her body became accessible to them.

“Hell, if you don’t
look all luscious hanging there like a sample of cotton candy.” Jager stroked
his swollen cock and studied her. He licked his lips and groaned. “This right
here makes the whole contest worth every embarrassing minute.”

Keefer wrapped
his arms around her from behind. He squeezed her and swayed with the swing. His
mouth found her neck through the straps, and he kissed and licked the sensitive
flesh. One hand closed over her breast, the other massaged her cunt.

“Anj is worth
everything to me.” His words were gentle breaths along her earlobe, his manhood
a long pole grinding into her buttocks.

Jager’s gaze
held hers. She saw lust and admiration and something indefinable in them. Her
pulse fluttered. He moved closer, wrapped his arms around her from the front
and pressed a warm, short kiss to her lips. “I think I’m starting to come
around to that very same sentiment.”

He closed his
mouth over hers and rocked her world.

There were hard
cocks, caressing hands and soft mouths everywhere. The men moved and twisted
her to get at each angle and orifice. She lost all control, physically,
emotionally. Her moans were catlike, her lungs burned, her breathing shallow.
Tears gathered in her eyes. She could admit she’d loved Keefer for years, but
along had come Jager, pretty much out of nowhere, claiming a chamber in her
heart she’d kept locked up without realizing it.