Page 77 of Harmless Scandals

Adam cupped her face.

“Look at me, Serenity.”

It took some effort but she opened her eyes.

“You need to come?”

She nodded, biting her lip.

“Come for us, baby. Do it.”

Before he finished the order, she was coming. Her body shook as pleasure consumed her. She was so lost in her own orgasm, she barely noticed when both men shouted. She was still coming as they both thrust into her one last time. First Mick, then Adam stilled. She did not. She continued to convulse as the power of her release consumed her.

Long moments later, she collapsed. Mick moved away from her, and Adam wrapped his arms around her. She felt herself drifting off as the bed dipped beside them. Mick helped her off Adam and pulled her in for a cuddle. Adam left the bed for a moment, but returned. He snuggled up behind her.

“I love you guys,” she said.

Mick kissed her forehead. Adam kissed her shoulder.

“We love you too, Serenity,” Adam said.

It was the last thing she remembered before falling asleep.

twenty-three

It had been a few weeks since she’d made it to the Kailua Farmer’s Market, so Serenity bullied both Mick and Adam into going the next morning. Mick had been happy to go, but Adam had made excuses. His main one was for them to spend the day in bed. She knew he wanted to explore more of her submissive needs. Hell, she did too. They had already had another session in the early morning hours, but she also wanted to be normal. She wanted a relationship that was outside of the bedroom. When she explained it to Adam, he had no issues at all after that.

“Have y'all ever been here before?” she asked as she handed Adam a bag of goodies from one of the stalls.

“No. We had quite a few of our own trees at the last place. Some mango and papaya,” Mick said.

She nodded. “I've thought about planting my own garden. But then, if you plant one, I can just poach.”

Adam and Mick both laughed, but as their laughter faded, she felt an itch between her shoulder blades. She rolled her shoulders trying to get rid of it.

“Something wrong?” Mick asked.

“No. Just...it's nothing.”

In the old days, she would have been ducking and hiding. It was the tell-tale intuition that told her someone was watching her, usually paparazzi. This was Hawaii. No one knew who she was, or who she had been. Still, something crawled over her neck, warning her that someone was watching her.

She pushed the idea away. Again, it was Hawaii and that was a lifetime ago. Maybe, it was because she wondered how many people knew she was in a ménage relationship.

“So, I was thinking we could grab some shrimp on the way home and you could make us some shrimp truck shrimp.”

She batted her eyes at Mick, who laughed.

“Sure. It would be nice to have dinner on the lanai.”

She nodded, but the itch was back. Not wanting to alarm the guys over something that was her imagination, she pushed her worries aside.

“Hey, what about getting some malasadas too?” Adam asked.

“You are not good for my waistline,” she said.

He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. The move surprised her because Adam wasn't the most openly affectionate in public. But, today, he didn't seem to have a problem.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “But I am so good at so many other things I do to you.”

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