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Bella scooped the ladle from the ground and filled it, intending to take the water back to the men. She walked slowly toward the corner of the house, careful not to slosh. Just as she rounded the end of the porch she screamed, spilling the ladle. Trevor reached to steady her, his eyes dark with lust.

She grabbed his hand and ran toward the waterfall, pulling him with her. He had put his jeans on, but carried his shirt and boots in his hand.

“Drink,” she said when they reached the waterfall. She shoved the ladle into his hand. “Drink fast.”

Jose made his way toward them. He held her skirt and tank top in one hand, his shirt in the other. Like Trevor, he’d put his jeans back on. His shoes were nowhere in sight.

“Hurry.” Bella took her clothes and motioned him toward the water. “The water clears your head. Drink.”

Jose dropped his shirt and scrubbed his face first, then gulped water from his cupped hands.

Trevor slowly stepped away from the waterfall. “It didn’t have the same effect when I drank from it earlier,” he said. “Doesn’t make sense.”

Jose sank to his knees and buried his face in his hands. “I’m so fricken’ horny I’m gonna die,” he said.

“You don’t feel better?” Bella asked.

He shook his head without looking at her. “Worse. I’ve got to—”

He uncovered his face and looked over his shoulder. In a fluid movement he was on his feet and headed for the cabin.

The door clapped shut behind him, but the open windows didn’t buffer the sound of his heavy breathing, or the slap of his hand as he worked to relieve himself.

Bella’s thighs tensed as she slid her skirt up her hips and pulled her tank top on. She saved her panties for last, aware that Trevor’s gaze was watching every move. If that wasn’t enough to rev her up again, the image of what was going on inside the cabin teased her
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mind and sent her libido off like a rocket. The most gorgeous man in Hollywood was giving himself a hand job only a few feet away. And she could hear every stroke.

“Anybody on the mainland ever mention anything that would explain this? Trevor asked.

“It’s not in the seller’s disclosure, I can assure you.”

“It’s worse over in the garden than here. Maybe the rest of the island is okay.”

“Maybe.” She wasn’t convinced, and she doubted he was either.

“If the fruit trees are all in the garden, we won’t be able to avoid it.

We have to eat.”

His fingers brushed her elbow. “You really want to avoid it?”

Before she could respond a low groan came from inside the cabin.

She licked her lips and caught Trevor watching.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Who wouldn’t? You think he’s okay now?”

“He’s doing fine.”

No sound came from inside the cabin.

“I’m going to check on him.” Bella hurried toward the cabin and pushed open the door. A huge cot filled half the room. There was no mattress. The same cotton rope the hammocks outside were woven from had been stretched and tied to several short posts. Jose lay sprawled across the center of the big bed, his jeans at his ankles, his giant cock still hard against his belly. Eyes closed, he wasn’t moving.

Bella ran to the bed and balanced herself on her knees next to him.

“Jose?” She gave his shoulder a gentle shake. “Jose?”

He brought the heel of his hand to his forehead. “I’m still hard as a rock. Did Cowboy slip something in the fruit?”

“I didn’t eat any and the same thing happened to me.” She stroked his hair. “What can I do?”

“Don’t ask that.” He groaned.

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She let her gaze slide over him. His smooth, dark skin accented every line and defined every muscle. She reached for his shoulder.

His damp skin heated her fingertips, and he grasped her wrist.

“Let me,” she whispered. “I want to.”

He tangled her hair in his fingers and drew her in for a hungry kiss. In a single move she was on her back and the hottest man in Hollywood hovered above her, breathing hard and a wild gleam in his eye.

She reached between them and closed her hand around his cock.

His hips jumped, and he began to pump. Soft swears escaped his lips and he buried his face in her neck. “I’m sorry,” he murmured against her skin.

“I’m not.” Over his shoulder she could see Trevor standing in the doorway, watching. A sharp twang of excitement hit her clit. She’d never been an extraordinarily wild lover before, but things were about to change. Either one of these men could have brought out the minx in her. Both of them threatened to unleash something much more feral.

“Roll over,” she told Jose.

He stopped pumping into her hand and rolled over flat on his back. She licked her lips and gave Trevor a smile before she bent to take Jose’s cock into her mouth. The salty flavor of his first release coated her tongue as she sucked gently on the thick head and worked her way down. She stroked the base of his shaft and cupped his balls.

She had never sucked one man while another watched, and judging from the look on Cowboy’s face it turned him on as much as it did her.

Behind her, Jose squeezed her thigh, and panted Spanish words she didn’t understand. The syllables rolled off his tongue like music.

Bella sucked harder. Maybe it was the island air, or the bedroom games she’d played in her mind after reading about his wild exploits in the tabloids, whatever it was, she’d never tasted a man so delicious.

Jose lifted her thigh and repositioned his upper body so that she straddled his face. He pushed her skirt over her hips and tugged her
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soaked panties aside. He didn’t waste any time. His tongue speared her hole and lapped at her folds, teasing her clit with short, breath-hitching strokes. He was better than she ever could have imagined.

Her eyes rolled back and when her vision cleared again she saw Trevor approaching the bed, his big dick putting up a fight against his jeans and his thick chest heaving. He stopped next to the bed and speared his broad fingers through her hair.

“Suck him off,” he growled. “I’m next.”

She moaned. Jose sucked her clit deep into his mouth and strummed it with his tongue. His hips left the bed and his body shook.

Cum hit the back of her throat. She sucked harder, taking every drop.

Before her lips released Jose’s dick, Trevor had his pants down. His golden thighs stood between Jose’s parted knees and his hands steered her head toward him.

She licked the drop of dew that spilled onto the tip of his big cock.

Trevor’s fingers curled, gently pulling her hair. She grabbed one beefy cheek of his ass with one hand and his throbbing shaft with the other. She stroked and sucked, lightheaded from the suction of Jose’s mouth on her clit. The slow coil of an orgasm built deep in her belly.

Her thighs trembled. Jose’s hands moved up her thighs and clenched her ass, pulling her closer.

Trevor pumped his hips slowly. “Goddamn, honey.” He ground the words through clenched teeth. She stroked faster, following the motion of her hand with her head. The heat in her core had spread into dancing flames that licked her breasts, her ass, her pussy. Her inner walls clenched and pulsed as the orgasm shot through her. She could barely hang on to Trevor. Her body threatened to collapse. With a final thrust, he twisted his hands in her hair and released his load. She drank him down, fighting to give him the finish he needed before she melted into a puddle on top of Jose’s gorgeous body.

Trevor lifted her head and held her face in his hands. “Damn, little lady.” He blew a heavy breath and a slow smile crept across his face.

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Jose gave her a last gentle lick that shot another jolt of orgasmic bliss through her body. She lay down next to him.

Trevor crawled into the bed next to her, and Jose rolled to his side with his palm flat against her stomach.

“You feel better?” she asked Jose.

He flashed one of his world-famous smiles. “Sí. I’ve done my share of partying, but I’ve never taken anything that made me feel like that.”

“It’s got to be one of the plants,” Trevor said. “I’ve seen some strange things growing on the ranch and on our little island back home.”

She lay between them staring up at the rough ceiling and letting the salty air cool her heated skin. A soft thud landed against the thatch roof, followed by several more. “Maybe the rain will clear the air,”

she said. Trevor pinned her calf beneath his. The coarse hair of his leg sent a shiver down her spine. “You have an island back home?”

He cut his eyes toward Jose, and she guessed he was weighing how much he should reveal in front of the man who wanted the same piece of land he did. “Off the coast of South Carolina. We’re about to lose it, though. A developer swindled my grandfather. His mind isn’t what it used to be. But the deal is ironclad.”

“So that’s why you want this island? To replace the one you’re about to lose?” she asked.

“There’s a herd of wild horses living there. There won’t be room for them and all the condos slated to go up. I need a place to move them to.”

“Are you planning to live here?”

“Not year round. Might spend a week or two now and again.”

“Why not move the horses to your ranch?”

“They’re island horses. Wouldn’t know the first thing about mountain life. I’d probably lose half of them the first winter.”

Jose shifted onto his elbow. “Get some animal rights people on your side and you can probably stop the condos altogether.”

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“I am an animal rights activist. Nothing we can do ever stops deep-pocket developers for long. In thirty days the deal will close, and the island won’t belong to my family. If I don’t get those horses out of there before then, I won’t be able to touch them. Ain’t no telling where they’ll end up.”

The rain continued to fall, and the breeze whipping through the open windows picked up, sending the strings of shells into the room like windsocks.

“This probably wasn’t a terrible place to live,” Bella said.

A wood stove stood in the corner. There was a basin near the far window and an old steamer trunk sat next to a stack of hand-woven baskets. Such a thick layer of fine sand covered the floor, it was impossible to tell what, if anything, lay beneath.

“I could live here,” Jose said, tracing a slow circle around her bellybutton.

“What about all the luxuries you’re used to?” she asked.

“Privacy is the biggest luxury in the world.” He cocked a smile at Trevor. “But hell, a man doesn’t get much of that around here either.”

Bella reached for both their hands. “How about, whatever happens on Isla de Amantes, stays on Isla de Amantes? There’s something going on here that we can’t explain and can’t control. Who knows what might happen before someone comes to find us.”

Trevor laid his hand on her knee and slid it slowly up her thigh.

“After the rain lets up we can check out the rest of the island. Until then …” He planted a kiss just beneath her ear. “I’m game for killing a little more time.”

Jose’s hand moved toward her breast. “I’m in.” His dark eyes practically smoldered as he leveled them with hers and lightly pinched her nipple. “What about you, Bella?”

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Trevor’s kisses were as warm and powerful as the rest of him. Full lips massaged hers, his tongue slid into her mouth slowly, but without hesitation, tangling and tasting, demanding an equal response. He could take her higher than most men with nothing more than a kiss.

Jose’s fingers trailed the inside of her thigh, his chest pressed into her shoulder and his breath blew through her hair. His muscular body and smooth skin felt like heaven against her back. She wanted him, but she didn’t want to break Trevor’s intoxicating kiss. His chest hair was rough against her breasts. He shifted, spreading her knees. Jose’s fingers left her thigh and sank into the wet folds of her pussy. He rubbed gently, spreading her juices and tormenting her clit with a slow circular motion. She gasped into Trevor’s mouth and he broke the kiss, staring down at her with eyes full of intent. His chest moved with heavy breaths and Jose’s lips brushed her jaw, moving steadily toward her mouth. She turned to meet him with a ready kiss, as hungry as she had ever been. He responded, meeting her tongue with his as his finger sank deep into her pussy. She pulled away from his kiss and reached for them both, spearing her fingers through their hair as she pulled them closer.

“Kiss me,” she said.

Trevor’s hand cupped her breast and both men kissed her mouth.

The scratch of their faces against hers, the soft strength of their tongues and the heat passing from their bodies to hers flooded her senses. Her hips pumped in rhythm to Jose’s finger strokes. Her nipples ached to be sucked. She drew back just enough to see their
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tongues meet. They both recoiled, but she held the backs of their heads and pulled them in again, tangling her tongue with theirs.

“Don’t stop,” she murmured as she inched back again. Their kiss was tentative at first and again they pulled away.

“For me,” she said. “It turns me on.” She licked the seam of Trevor’s lips and then Jose’s, arching her back and tilting her hips to press her breasts and pussy harder against their hands. She drew them together again and initiated another kiss. This time when she pulled away, the men didn’t stop. Their mouths ate at one another. Trevor’s grip on her breast tightened and Jose pushed another finger into her, pumping faster and harder.

Pulses of pleasure, like a million tiny effervescent bubbles, spiraled in her belly. She felt herself falling, sinking into a dark cloud of bliss. She pumped her hips. “Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please don’t stop.” Her tongue darted out to join the fray of their mouths, and they welcomed her, devouring her. Trevor withdrew from the kiss and lowered himself to suck her nipple into his mouth, licking and nibbling. Her thighs trembled. Her vagina spasmed as the orgasm crept closer and then took her completely. She cried out, panting and screaming as the men slowed their delicious assault and gently turned her onto her side to face Jose.