Sharing Hailey (5 page)

Daniel’s verbal attacks had become less and less subtle. Her ability to please him, no matter how hard she’d tried, had become nonexistent. His control over his anger had diminished to the point that he’d bruised her arms and strained her neck. He’d thrown her against a frigging wall. She’d been afraid that the little bit of control he’d retained over his anger would snap, that he
would
hit her.

But why would he come after her? He’d made it clear that she was worthless. Why wouldn’t he find someone better than her?

“I’m sorry,” Tony said softly. “I don’t want to ruin your vacation. I don’t want to ruin our beginning together. You might be right. We may have nothing to worry about. Hell, I hope you’re right. But it doesn’t hurt to err on the side of caution.”

She tried to swallow her fear.

His smile suddenly appeared, dispelling her worries a little. “What do you want to do today? You want to head to the beach and see if we can catch up with everyone?”

Guilt niggled at her. He was spending his vacation babysitting her when he could be bodysurfing or catching rays. Right now, she just wanted a good long cry for the mess that was her life, but she couldn’t tell him that. “Why don’t you join the others? I’ll just relax here. I didn’t sleep well last night and I’m still on Albuquerque time. Maybe I’ll take a little nap.”

Tony leaned forward and placed a hand on each thigh. “You just had two cups of coffee. You’re not going to sleep.”

He had that right. Hailey’s breathing quickened as she watched his long, tanned fingers slowly slide up her pale legs to the edge of her white shorts. When he stopped there, so did her breathing, and she closed her eyes, focusing solely on his hands and how close they were to secrets he’d never before explored.

It wasn’t the coffee that was keeping her up. It was him.

She was horny. Period. Until the sexual tension coiled in her pelvis found relief, sleep was going to be impossible. There was a small vibrator in her bath sponge, and she was seriously considering using it.

His hands began moving again, too slowly, toward her sex. Thoughts of her vibrator vanished. She breathed in shallow rapid puffs, afraid that if she took too deep of a breath, she would distract him.

He reached the edge of her bikini panties, and his thumbs lightly stroked her folds through the thin, silky fabric, now damp with her juices. She gasped as the dull, pleasurable ache that had disturbed her sleep sharpened. Dropping her head back against the cushion of the chair, she pushed her hips slightly forward and spread her knees a hair wider.

She panted as she waited for him to do more. The fabric barrier didn’t diminish the thrill of his thumb grazing the flesh covering her clitoris, and she jerked into his hands.
Oh yeah
. Her knees fell open. She didn’t care that she looked like a slut. She was desperate for release, on the verge of whimpering for it.

“I believe you’re as smooth as silk under these panties,” he murmured, his voice low. “Am I right?”

Hailey couldn’t speak, could barely coordinate a nod.

“That looked like a yes, but I think I need to make sure.”

God, yes. Confirmation. Please, confirm,
she silently begged, lifting her hips, offering her smooth, waxed vulva for his inspection.

When he slipped his fingers beneath her panties and rubbed the bare flesh, she stopped breathing. Close, so close. Heaven. But her clit begged for his attention. That was where she needed him. He sank a finger into her dripping vagina and found her sweet spot. It felt decadent. He dragged the crotch of her panties to the side, baring her to the sun and his eyes. The moist heat of his breath puffed against her exposed folds moments before he pressed his warm, soft lips there.

She bit her lips to keep from crying out. His tongue targeted and then swirled over the nub of pleasure, teasing and torturing.

Yes, he knew what she needed. He was toying with her. His finger continued to pulse against her G-spot. His tongue slipped beneath the hood of her clit, the tip vibrating against the tiny pearl. The pleasure concentrated in that miniscule point became too much. She exploded, releasing it to the rest of her body.

“Tony,” she moaned, jerking against his hand, her fingers clenching the arms of the chair, whether to keep herself from floating away or falling to the hard concrete of the lanai, she didn’t know.

As she gulped air, he lifted her from the chair, cradling her in his arms before she regained her senses. She couldn’t even lift her arms to place them around his neck, and her head lolled against his shoulder.

He sat down with her in a lounge chair, settling her in his lap, holding her close, and she finally regained enough control over her body to wrap her arms around his waist. When her breathing and heart rate returned to normal, she heard his breathing, quick and raspy. His heart thumped beneath her ear. His cock pressed long and hard against her hip.

She pushed away from his chest and sat back, straddling his thighs. She’d intended to go straight for his cock, but his lips proved too tempting. He’d never really kissed her, not like Mark had, and she wanted to know if his lips felt as perfect as they appeared. Placing her hands on either side of his hips, she leaned forward on her hands and knees.

Keeping his eyes on hers, he grazed her nipple with the back of his hand, and a spark shot directly to her sex just before her lips touched his. He slowly deepened the kiss as both hands slipped beneath her cami, his fingers spanning her ribs as he slid his hands up to cup her breasts. His thumbs teased her nipples as his tongue found hers, tasting, dueling. His mouth was perfect, but she wanted his cock so badly she couldn’t wait. She broke the kiss and worked her way down to his throat, sucking and kissing the ridge as her hands found the button of his shorts and freed it. As she slowly slid the zipper down, his cock jerked against her fingers. She slipped her palm beneath the fabric and flattened it against his heated bare flesh. No underwear. One less barrier to her goal.

She savored the feel of his cock in her hand. She had to be dreaming. This couldn’t be real. She’d wanted him for so long. And now she had him.

She scooted back, her hair a curtain around her face as her gaze feasted on him. He was as smooth as she was, even his balls. She wanted him everywhere, in her mouth, filling her hands and in her wet cunt. But first she wanted to taste. She lowered her head and licked the dark flared head. His cock jumped at the light touch.

“Hailey,” he groaned. “Condom. Back pocket.”

Hailey peered up at him through long strands of hair. Smiling, she reached around him and worked a hand into his back pocket, squeezing his tight ass before she pulled out a rubber and held it up so he could see.

He reached for it, but Hailey jerked her hand back.

“Not yet. I’m not ready.” She rubbed her cheek lovingly against his cock then licked it from the base to the tip.

“Hailey,” he rasped.

She’d wanted him, loved him for too long to rush this. Ignoring him, she moved to his balls and teased one with her tongue, delighted that she didn’t have to worry about gagging on stray hairs. She gently sucked one into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. The musty scent of sex mingled with the spicy scent of his soap. He tasted sweet and salty, but there was also a flavor that was unfamiliar. It sent the warm comfort of love flowing through her veins. It was Tony. Just Tony.

Tears pricked her eyes.

She lifted her head to find him watching her, his expression an intense mixture of emotions—love, worry, need. “I love you,” she whispered so quietly she didn’t know if he’d heard her.

His face softened, the worry that had knitted his brows eased. He’d heard. One hand cupped the back of her head. “I love you, sunshine.”

She ripped open the packet, placed the condom at the head of his penis and rolled it down to the base. As she leaned over to take him fully into her mouth, his cell phone blasted “Texas Fight” from the pocket of his shorts.

She chuckled. “Someone has lousy timing.”

“Mark,” he groaned.

“Would you like me to answer it?” she teased. She had no intention of either of them answering it.

“God no!”

“I guess I should hurry.”

“Yes!”

She took the head of his cock between her lips as Tony’s cell went quiet. Her mouth slid down as far as she could take him, but she didn’t like the taste or feel of the condom. She crawled back up his chest.

“Tony,” she murmured as she lightly kissed his lips. “I want to taste you. I don’t like the rubber.”

“Bad time to discuss it,” he choked, then quickly pushed her shorts and panties down her hips to her knees before sitting up and helping her push them off. His shorts followed. She straddled his hips again, her hands pressed against his chest. She rubbed her achy folds up and down his cock, her eyes closed to savor the pleasure of his smooth heat against hers. It felt different, the sleekness without the crisp pubic hair.

She was close again. So close.

Tony grasped her ass and lifted her hips. She opened her eyes as he pressed the tip of his penis against her swollen opening. His gaze held hers as she slowly sank down, filling the emptiness, delighting in each inch. Tony twined his fingers with hers and tugged until her breasts brushed his chest.

He kissed her hard. “I love you, Hailey,” he said, his voice low.

The words found a place in her heart where nothing could dislodge them. She kissed his chin, then his throat before returning to his lips. “I love you,” she whispered.

He released one hand and slipped it between them, unerringly finding her clit. As he stroked that tiny button of nerves, he began thrusting, long and deep. She tightened her fingers around his. The exquisite sensation concentrated and grew beyond her ability to withstand it. An explosion of indescribable bliss radiated down her legs and up her belly to her chest. Her muscles spasmed around Tony’s cock, clamping down on him. Through the haze of lingering pleasure she felt his release, the pulse of his cock inside her.

As they struggled to catch their breaths, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. She rubbed her cheek against the soft cotton T-shirt covering his chest and gripped his hips with her legs. He smelled so good. Just him, whiffs of his soap and the scent of their sex mingled with it all.

When their heartbeats slowed to normal, his voice reverberated through her. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she sighed.

“Think you can sleep now?”

She stretched out on top of him. “Oh, yeah.”

He turned to his side, carefully laying her on the lounge chair, then stood, slipped off the condom and reached down to pick up his shorts, giving her a very nice view of his sculpted ass and muscular hamstrings and calves. He looked like a tanned Greek statue. Too quickly, his shorts obstructed the view.

She sighed again. She couldn’t wait to see him completely naked. Soon, she hoped.

He picked up her panties and slipped them over her feet and up her legs. She lifted her hips as he slid them over her butt. Then he grabbed her shorts and scooped her up from the chair.

“Where we going?” she asked.

“You’re going to bed,” he said matter-of-factly as he carried her across the lanai and into the house. “Then I’m going to trash this condom some place where your brother can’t find it.”

“They’ll be home soon.” Hailey snuggled against his chest, the afterglow of her orgasm dampening any concern about being caught by the others. “Too bad.”

“Yeah.”

He put her in bed and tucked the covers around her then disappeared. She heard her toilet flush. A few seconds later, his fingers brushed her cheek. She opened her eyes.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked.

“I’d be better if you could stay with me,” she murmured.

“Me too.”

She smiled, reached for the hand caressing her cheek and tucked it to her chest.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with emotion.

“Not as beautiful as you,” she answered sleepily.

His lips grazed hers as he whispered, “I’m not even in the same league.”

She tried to argue, but moving her lips required too much effort.

As she drifted to sleep, she hoped Mark wouldn’t be upset that they’d started without him.

Chapter Five

Hailey’s empty stomach woke her a little after midnight. The house was quiet, and she wondered if everyone was in bed or out partying. She found her shorts where Tony had left them on a chair in the corner of the room and quickly put them on.

Moonlight streaming through the great room doors lit her way to the kitchen. She grabbed a small apple banana from the granite countertop, a yogurt from the fridge and a spoon and took them out to the lanai. She stood at the railing overlooking the pool and, further out, the ocean.

Catty-corner to her left was the guest cottage. The blinds were closed, but she could see it was dark inside. That answered the question about where everyone was. If they’d been out, the blinds would be open.

The breeze teased her hair and her skin. The warm night enfolded her. A soul-deep contentment spread through her. She put the banana on a small table next to the railing while she ate her yogurt and listened to the surf ebbing and flowing, over and over, its rhythm lulling her.

She was tempted to go crawl in bed with Tony.

Or Mark. She wondered who was sleeping in the bed and who had gotten stuck with the futon.

She put the empty yogurt container and spoon on the table and picked up the banana. She’d just peeled one strip of skin away when the cottage’s sliding glass door opened and a silhouette stepped outside, wearing nothing but dark boxer briefs. Her breath caught as he left the door open and took a few steps toward a chair by the pool. She could tell by the way he moved it was Mark.

He stopped and, as if sensing her, looked up at the lanai. Reality hit her like a tsunami. She’d had sex with his best friend this afternoon, less than twelve hours ago. If she joined Mark now, she’d be initiating sex with him, with Tony’s scent still on her skin. That was what he was waiting for. Her decision. She knew it as clearly as if he’d spoken the words aloud.

She couldn’t help but answer. The uneaten banana joined the empty yogurt container. As quickly and quietly as possible, she moved through the house to the stairs at the back of the great room, down the stairs and out the game room to the pool deck. When she got close enough, he reached for her hand and led her to a lounge chair. He sat down and drew her into the V between his legs. His erection pressed insistently through the thin jersey cotton of his briefs, its heat branding one cheek through her shorts. Her back rested against his chest and abs, and his arms wrapped around her waist.

They sat like that for a while until Hailey spoke in a low voice. “You’re up late.”

“Can’t sleep. Tony snores.”

She’d spent enough nights on Tony’s couch to know better. “Tony doesn’t snore.”

“Must be purring, then. I’ve never seen him so content.”

He bent his right knee, bringing his leg up beside her arm. She ran her hand over his thigh and down his shin, delighting in the crisp hairs and hot, bare skin against her palm. She wrapped both arms around his leg and, leaning forward slightly, kissed his knee before resting her cheek against it.

He moved, jostling her. Then his lips, warm and soft, touched the crook of her neck and shoulder. The short hairs of his vacation beard were rough and scratchy in contrast. “You catch up on your sleep?”

“Yeah.”

His hand rubbed small circles against her belly. “You okay?”

Tony must have told him. “Yeah. You?”

“Yeah.”

“What’d he tell you?”

“Nothing.”

She lifted her cheek from his knee and peeked over her shoulder at him, surprised by his answer. “Then how’d you know?”

The circles against her abdomen were getting larger so his fingers just brushed the underside of her breasts and the top of her pubic bone. “Told you. I’ve never seen him so content.”

The pleasure that had started building in her belly mixed with tension as she waited to hear what he’d say next. Would he be angry? Jealous? Ask questions she’d be too embarrassed to answer?

Finally he spoke again, and his tone was soothing. “Relax.”

At his gentle command, she melted into him and her heart filled. “Mark,” she whispered.

“Hmmm?”

She couldn’t contain the words or the emotion behind them. “I love you.”

His hands stopped their exploration, and he clasped his arms across her chest and hugged her. “I love you too.”

Her body felt weightless, as if she were floating toward the stars blanketing the night sky. All she had to do was lift her fingers and pluck one from the ebony heavens. Was this love? She’d thought she’d loved before, but she’d never known this feeling, this freedom of spirit and soul that made her believe anything was possible.

His palms slid up to cover her breasts, and his thumbs teased her nipples through the fabric of her cami. She arched her back and dug her nails into his legs as sparks of pleasure shot from her nipples to her clit. He abandoned her breasts and skimmed up her arms to her shoulders. He slid the straps of her shirt down then pushed the fabric to her waist. The ocean breeze drifted across her bared skin, hardening her nipples. And then Mark’s warm, callused palms covered her again. She sucked in her breath and held it, afraid that if she breathed he would stop.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to hold your breasts like this?” he murmured, his lips close to her ear.

Unable to speak, she shook her head.

One hand slid down her belly to her sex, which he cupped as fully as he did her breast. “Longer than I’ve wanted to make love to you.”

With one hand, he unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, then slid his hand underneath her panties. “Ah, fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so smooth. I didn’t know.”

The heel of Mark’s hand rocked against her clit as he slipped a finger inside her. She lifted her hips, her butt coming off the cushioned lounge in response, wanting him deeper, needing him deeper.

So Tony
hadn’t
talked. She was glad that they wouldn’t be comparing notes. Who got to do what to her and when and where. And speaking of where…

“Mark, someone could see us here.”

“Everyone’s asleep.” His teeth tugged gently at her earlobe. One palm lightly grazed the tip of her nipple sending a flood of delectable sensations to her sex.

“So was I,” she gasped, so close she barely managed to form the words.

“My back’s to the house. No one can see you. Even if they believe I’m lucky enough to be hand-fucking you, they wouldn’t believe I’d do it in plain sight.” His chuckle vibrated through her. “I’m a gentleman.”

She held her breath, every muscle in her body taut with expectation, her orgasm just out of reach. “Tony—”

“Is sleeping.” He bit her earlobe a little harder then licked it. His voice got even lower. “Would it bother you if he watched?”

The orgasm exploded over her in answer, stunning her with it suddenness. Warm juices spilled over his hand as she bucked against it, unable to control the spasms racking her. When it was all over except the small after-twitches, she collapsed against Mark’s chest.

“You smell like him,” he murmured. “I like it—the scent of all three of us on you.”

Her sex got heavy and achy again at his words. “Mark?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“I need you inside me.”

Tony’s voice carried softly from the door of the guesthouse. “Then I suggest that you bring it inside.”

Hailey almost came again when she languidly turned her head to see him leaning against the door frame just a few feet away. His white boxer briefs glowed in the moonlight and contrasted with his tanned skin. Although she couldn’t see the expression in his eyes, she could feel the intensity of his gaze, and she knew he’d watched Mark touching her, pleasuring her. He’d watched her come.

“You up for that?” Mark asked softly against her ear. “I need to be inside you, but he’s right. If I’m really fucking you, I can’t protect you from eyes out here.” His head jerked to the guesthouse. “In there, it’s just you, me and Tony. Or we can take it to your room, just you and me.”

She was a slut. She wanted both of them. Her mouth was dry, making it difficult to speak. “Your place.”

His cock jerked against her back.

“I guess that was the right answer,” she gasped.

“Any answer you give me is right.”

His hand slipped out of her shorts, and he zipped and buttoned them. He took his time arranging her shirt back over her breasts, kissing her neck and shoulders as he worked, his roughened fingers stimulating her smooth skin and driving her almost insane with want. Finally he pushed the straps back up her arms to her shoulders.

He stood and held out a hand to help her to her feet. “It’s time,” he said as he touched her chin with one finger and lifted her face, pressing her to look at him. “You sure about this? We can wait.”

She groaned and, standing on tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his neck. “God, no, I don’t want to wait.”

His arms tightened briefly. Then he took her hand again and led her to the sliding door, where Tony stood waiting for them. Tony pushed aside the vertical blinds, and they entered the cottage.

The sliding glass door thumped shut behind her. The lock clicked.

A quilt and a pillow were balled up on the futon. The sheets and quilt on the bed were in disarray. Someone had slept restlessly…if at all. Mark?

He led her to the king-size bed. Suddenly shy, she sat nervously on the edge, legs tightly closed, fingers digging into the soft white sheets. Beneath lowered eyes, she watched Tony cross the room, pushing his briefs down over his thighs and kicking them off as he moved.

Mark squatted in front of her, his hands resting on her thighs. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. “I can wait.”

His sincerity blew her away. No way was she leaving this wonderful man unsatisfied. He’d given her so much. He meant so much to her. She touched the tip of her finger to his bottom lip and lightly traced his mouth.

In answer, she crawled backward to the middle of the bed, making room for both of them.

Her gaze swung from Mark, still in his boxer briefs, to Tony, nude. All of that eye candy. Every bit of it hers. How the hell would she handle it? Tony’s cock was as hard and ready as Mark’s. Except Mark’s remained hidden beneath his boxer briefs. What was he waiting for?

Her.

She crawled back to the edge of the bed and rose to her knees in front of him. Her gaze locked with his. She loved his eyes, especially when they were on her. She rested her hands on the band at his hips then pushed the briefs down over his ass to the tops of his ropy thighs. He wasn’t smooth like Tony. But he’d trimmed. With her fingers, she skimmed the cropped, crisp hair surrounding his balls. He stood as still as one of those Greek statues he resembled, except for the jerking of his cock. She pressed her lips to one nipple, and he sucked in his breath. Her lips drifted across to the other and she licked it, tasting. Sweet.

The bed dipped beside her, jostling her, and she stiffened to keep her balance. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Tony on his knees. He disappeared behind her, but his thighs straddled hers. Hailey dragged her tongue down Mark’s chest, over his belly, pushing his briefs further down his legs until they reached his knees and dropped to the floor. Her cheek brushed his cock, and she turned her head to kiss the smooth shaft.

Hands—Mark’s or Tony’s or both?—pulled her shirt over her head, interrupting her attention to his cock. But when the shirt was gone, she reveled in the feel of her breasts swinging free as she took Mark’s shaft between her lips and sucked. She remembered his comment about her breasts. Impulsively she released his cock and cupped her breasts then captured his smooth length between them.

“Ahh, fuck, Hailey.”

Exactly what she’d had in mind. She slid her breasts up and down the smooth silk of his shaft, his abdomen skimming her nipples, tickling and teasing.

“No more,” he gasped, pushing back at her shoulders so she toppled against Tony’s chest.

Tony caught her easily and sat with her back nestled against him, his cock riding her spine. His bent legs bracketed her hips and thighs. His warmth enveloped her. She was amazed at how natural this felt, being with two men. Kinky? No. Sexy? Yes. How could she not feel sexy with Mark’s gaze eating her up? Loved and cherished? With Tony holding her so protectively, murmuring endearments and words of love? Definitely.

Tony reached over her shoulder, a condom between two fingers. Mark yanked it out of his hand, ripped it open, threw the wrapper on the floor and rolled the condom over his cock. Then he grabbed her shorts and panties and jerked them off before crawling up between her legs. His gaze refused to release hers, and the intensity of it stole her breath. Her sensual languor abandoned her as he wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her hips off the bed. Grasping the globes of her ass, he pressed the tip of his cock against her. His heat seared her even through the condom. She watched him slip inside. Slowly, almost as if he were teasing her. Or maybe he was savoring this first time. His expression was pure bliss. Finally, he filled her completely.

“Do you have another one in you?” Tony asked, his voice a tickling murmur in her ear.