Surrender The Booty (12 page)

“I’ll do anything.” She licked the dryness from her lips.

“Anything at all. Please just fuck me.”

He glanced at Jose, who gave him a grin before leaning down to take her nipple between his teeth. Jose bit gently and tugged with his teeth. She gripped his hair hard. He smacked her ass again. Flames tore through her. The sting of his slap, his teeth, the torturous stretch of Trevor’s cock at the edge of her hole.

“I’m going to fuck your ass hard,” Jose warned her. “I’m not going to stop until I come and when I’m done, if you’re a good girl, Trevor will fuck you like you want him to. You understand?”

“No.” She flung her head from side to side and tried again to shift her hips so Trevor’s cock would slide deep inside her.

“You don’t understand? Or you don’t want to play?” Jose asked.

“I won’t hurt you. If you want to stop, just say ‘mercy’ and the
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game’s over.” He pressed his finger into her tight, puckered ass, just far enough to let her know he meant business. “Now do you understand?”

“Yes!”

“Say you want me to fuck your ass hard.”

“Fuck me hard,” she said.

He smacked her again. “Fuck your
ass
hard.”

“Fuck my ass hard,” she said.

Trevor rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She sank onto his thick shaft and relief trickled like water through her nerves. He was inside her. God, now all she had to do was ride him and relief would come. But he didn’t move. He held her hips against his, trapping her.

Warm oil hit the base of her neck and ran down her back and into the crack of her ass. Jose licked high on her spine, then followed the trail down. When he got to her ass, he spread her cheeks and dipped his tongue into her crease with long slow strokes. Bella squealed in surprise and then shock turned to pure ecstasy as he lapped his way to her anus. Her nipples felt like stones pressed between her chest and Trevor’s. She tried again to ride Trevor’s cock, but he growled and shook his head.

“You want me to fuck you when he’s done, you better be good now.”

Bella bit her bottom lip hard and held on. They were torturing her, but God, she loved every minute of it.

Jose tongued her ass slowly at first and then faster. His soft tongue went stiff and stabbed at her ass, trying to get in. She squeezed her cheeks. The sound of his palm smacking her flesh rang like a gunshot in her ear, but before she could cry from the sting she screamed from the sensation of his tongue in her ass, exploring the rim of her anus, fucking her in short, fast strokes that made her want more.

She buried her mouth in Trevor’s neck, licking and tasting his skin, wishing she could come all over him, feel him explode inside
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her. His hands twisted in her hair and he groaned. He wanted her too.

The restraint must be killing him. His hips moved just enough to bury his cock one more fraction of an inch, mash her clit against his pelvic bone and send a rain of tingles through her pussy.

Jose’s tongue traveled the crease of her ass and up her back. His teeth grazed her shoulders as his big cock pushed against her anus.

His hands weren’t on her. She smelled the oil and knew he’d put it on his cock. The bottle landed on the ground with a thud and his oiled hands grabbed her hips. His cock teased twice, barely stretching her tight ass. She sucked in a breath, anticipating the burn as he entered.

“You ready?” he asked, close to her ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard. Are you ready, baby?”

She whimpered a response and gripped the grass at either side of Trevor’s head.

Jose entered her just an inch, testing the fit. “Okay?” The word ground out of him.

“Um-hmm,” she managed, trembling with the ache that filled her belly. She had two cocks in her and neither were giving her what she wanted. But she knew they could. They would. If they didn’t tease her to death first.

Jose was true to his word. He thrust in hard and fast, fucking her like an animal. Her body jarred with each thrust, finally giving her the freedom to ride Trevor’s cock the way she wanted to. Both of them.

So hard. So fast. So big. Her pants turned to moans then screams. Her arms shook. Her thighs burned and her pussy and ass were both ready to explode. She was there, so there. So ready.

Jose slammed into her. Trevor followed his lead, shoving himself deep and hard. Both men came, filling her with wave after wave of hot liquid cream. The first burst of her orgasm took her breath away.

The second wrenched another scream from her throat.

She collapsed on Trevor’s chest, completely spent, unable to move a muscle. Hands soothed her body. Lips brushed her skin.

Wrapped in their arms, cocooned between their bodies, her heart
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broke. This wouldn’t last. It couldn’t. But she’d never wanted anything more.

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The snake didn’t make an appearance while Bella showered, but it was comforting to have Jose and Trevor beneath the waterfall with her. The soaps Jose found smelled like the garden, intoxicating in their intensity, the scents so beautifully blended she felt like royalty.

Pampering wasn’t something she had a lot of time for. Between work and making sure J.P. was being cared for, there wasn’t much time left over in the day. A twinge of guilt pricked her chest, but she inhaled the sweet soap and let it slip away. She couldn’t get to him now. There was absolutely nothing she could do. And in some ways that left her more free than she had been in years. She would do anything she could for her brother, give up her life to make sure his was the best it could be, but sometimes she forgot how tired she was.

Or how much she needed a minute to herself.

Jose’s arm brushed hers, his skin slick with soap. She opened her eyes. His back was to her. His dark hair, black when it was wet, lay in long curls at the base of his neck. His back muscles shifted as he scrubbed his chest. Her heart did a little flip and her stomach tightened. He was gorgeous. Every inch of his body made her mouth water. On the mainland, they never would have done the things they’d done here. She wouldn’t have done them with anyone. But on the island the laws of reality didn’t exist. She was half convinced she’d wake up at any minute and discover it was all just a dream.

Trevor’s hands massaged her shoulders. “I’ll get your back,” he said. She turned so he could reach her better and allowed herself to be bathed. Yes, this was definitely a dream. And she did not want to wake up.

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The buzz of an airplane jerked their heads toward the sky.

Sun glinted off the white body of the plane as it paralleled the island. Bella shaded her eyes with her hand and peered into the pale blue sky. “Do you think the Coast Guard is back?” she whispered.

Jose and Trevor scrambled to the top of the hill above the waterfall, their naked bodies in motion against the gray rocks and green vegetation. Jose reached the summit first. Jumping up and down, waving his arms he shouted to the plane. Trevor joined him.

The pilot would be an idiot not to stop for those two.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please find us.” A pang stabbed her heart and she looked back at the men. Her men. At least until they left this island and went back to their real lives. She glanced back at the plane, but didn’t utter a word. She did want to be rescued. Didn’t she?

What was wrong with spending another day or two out here? They had food and shelter. Enough clothes, not that they needed many. She bit her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes shut. J.P. needed her. There was no telling how worried he must be. His body might be useless, but his mind ran a million thoughts a minute. And she had no doubt right now that she was in every one of them. He would be worried and angry. Maybe scared. But most of all he’d be angry. Since the accident, anger seemed to be the emotion that suited him. The one he’d rarely shown when life was on his side. She couldn’t blame him.

He’d had it all. And everything had been snatched from him in the blink of an eye. One minute he was on top of the world, flying like a bird. The next he couldn’t even spread his fingers. He had every right to be angry and she had to get off this island. She raised her arms in the air and waved at the plane. For a second the sun glinted off the wings and the plane looked as if it might be turning toward them.

Then the pilot banked. The aircraft and any hope of rescue flew off toward the horizon.

Bella lowered her arms and pressed her hands to her heart. She’d never been so selfish in her life. How could she want to stay here in this fantasy world while her brother lay helpless in a nursing facility?

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And of all things not to jog her sense of responsibility, she had been staring at a plane. A small recreational plane not all that different from the one he’d jumped out of. He’d been looking for a thrill, another spike of adrenalin, like all the others he jammed into his daily routine. Instead, he’d landed in a heap on the ground, a tangled parachute nearby and his life hanging by a thread. How many times had he told her he wished he’d died that day? That death would be better than the life he had now?

She didn’t blame him for being angry, or difficult, or that his sour days came more often than his lighter ones. How long had it been since she’d seen his smile, heard his laugh? She hung her head. How could she have wished for a minute to stay here and not gone back to him?

* * * *

Trevor jumped down the last couple of feet and landed at the base of the hill. If the plane had skirted the other side of the island the pilot would have seen their SOS, but from his vantage point they’d probably looked like a couple of nudists putting on a show.

There were worse places to be stranded, that was for damn sure, but if he wanted to own this piece of dirt, he needed to get back to the mainland in time to get together an offer that Jose wasn’t expecting.

Bella stood on the edge of the pool, head bowed, shoulders trembling. Ah, hell. He hurried over. This wasn’t any place for a lady.

She didn’t even have a pillow beneath her head at night.

“Don’t cry, darlin’.” He stroked her hair, still soaked from the shower. “We’ll be off here soon enough. I think the pilot might have seen us.”

“Why didn’t he fly closer?”

He scowled at the empty sky where the plane had been. “Maybe he didn’t want to get a better look at our dicks.”

She choked out a laugh and leaned into his chest.

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“You’ll be all right ’til we get back. We ain’t going to let anything happen to you.” He tilted her chin to look into her dark eyes. “We might even have a little fun while we’re here.”

“Goddamn it!” Jose strode up next to them. “Why do you think that asshole didn’t let us know he’d seen us?”

“Gives us more time to look for the treasure Bella’s itching to find.” He stroked her head again. “Wouldn’t surprise me if he radioed the Coast Guard or maybe he’ll ask around when he gets back to the mainland.”

“Or maybe that plane’s got a bellyful of coke and he’s not radioing anybody. Or doing anything but flying under the radar the whole way.”

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Bella pulled her skirt over her hips and tied her hair in a knot. The island breeze was minimal and the afternoon sun was bearing down.

She rubbed some of the scented oil Jose had found along her arms and neck before joining the two men on the porch.

Her stomach tightened as they both looked up with appraising stares. They were drop-dead gorgeous and they made her feel like she was the most desirable woman in the world. On the mainland she wouldn’t have dared dream she could be with either of them. But here, they were hers. Both of them. A tingle of excitement danced down her spine. Life flooded her veins like she had never let it before.

For the first time, she had a sense of what J.P. must have felt performing all his stunts before the accident. He’d lived for the thrill.

One death-defying thrill after another.

She shook off the memories of the days following the accident.

The minute-to-minute question of whether he would live or die. The doctors had saved him. Just like she had prayed they would. And now he didn’t want to be alive.

The weight of his misery lay on her like lead. Had her prayers been answered? If she hadn’t prayed so hard, would he be free now?

Would his soul be soaring the way he had always loved to do.

“What’s the matter, darlin’?” Concern etched Trevor’s eyes.

She mustered a smile and joined him in the hammock. Jose had the treasure map spread open on the table in front of them. His fingers traced a trail from one mark to the other and he muttered words she couldn’t understand. Portuguese. Old Portuguese. Some of it sounded like Spanish, but not enough that she could follow along.

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“Has he deciphered the curse yet?” she asked Trevor.

“He’s working on it.”

* * * *

While Bella napped in the hammock, Jose started off toward the water with a reel and tackle box he’d found in the cabin. He carried a net over his shoulder. The first thing he’d have to catch was bait.

Trevor had taken off to roam the island, probably trying to decide whether or not to try and buy the place.

Whatever his intentions were, unfortunately, he wasn’t going to see them come to fruition. Not on his terms anyway. Even if Jose didn’t want the island, he didn’t have a choice. But he did want it.

From the minute he woke up beached on the shore, he’d known he was home. The air filled him. The wind sang to him and the rhythm of the gulf matched the pulse of his blood. Because it was in his blood.

Just like it had been in Delgado’s.

He was a slave to this land. He’d promised to protect it from falling into hands outside the family, but more than that, he had discovered that he belonged to this island as much as it rightfully belonged to him. Trevor could find another place to do whatever it was he wanted to do, and Jose would pay any price to make sure Isla de Amantes remained in the family.