Page 7 of Doubly Claimed

“Nope, this is perfect.”

The ride to the hotel took mere minutes, and Ginger and her siblings spent it drinking the chilled fruit juice and munching on the delicious miniature treats that, to her delight, were wrapped in tiny little bits of tissue paper holding the Bear Claw Bakery logo.

A New Jersey staple, the Barvale bakery was world famous for their delicious non-GMO, organic, handmade goodies. Ginger couldn’t get enough of them. Each morsel melted in her mouth as she sampled the mini eclairs, cream filled croissants, and her favorite, a black forest bear claw.

“Ginger,” Sage scolded, “leave some for the rest of us.”

“You snooze, you lose,” she sighed contentedly.

Besides, there were plenty of the delicious tidbits. Sage was just whiny. She noticed Anise had no trouble picking out her own favorites. The youngest Freeman sister was sitting back with her goodies and an icy glass of coconut water, enjoying the scenery as it flew past. Ginger tried to take it all in, but there was just so much of it.

Flashes of color, all salmons and corals from the mid-day sun, ocean blues, and streaks of white clouds went by in a rush as the large SUV sped down the paved road. It made her feel dizzy, excited, and something else. Something anticipatory.

Her nerves seemed to tingle and dance on edge, as if something thrilling was about to happen. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? She hummed to herself, ready for her own personal adventure to begin. She was more than ready for it. Had been waiting her entire thirty years for something exciting to happen to her.

Ginger’s life was good. She was happy, somewhat. But wasn’t it time she did more than just read about romantic adventures? Wasn’t it time she had one of her own? With Jacob or someone similar. The island had no shortage of beautiful people. She might be plump, but she was still pretty.

If luck was on her side, there was a single, handsome man or two out there for her during this trip. Moongate Island, though she’d never heard of it, was a hopping place. Someone must be doing a bang-up job of promoting it, because it was way more packed than she’d expected.

“How many visitors are on the island?” Ginger asked.

“Well, miss,” Jacob looked into the rearview mirror to address her, “the hotel can fit up to fifteen-thousand guest maximum capacity. There is a four-limit person to our standard guest rooms, though a handful of suites for six guests and up do exist, as you will soon find out,” he smiled as he spoke.

“Are we getting an upgrade?” Anise asked Sage, but their eldest sister was busy typing on her smart phone.

“All our special guests have a suite reserved for their use,” he returned.

“Wow, I had no idea!” Ginger gasped and popped a mini pastry in her mouth. “I thought this place was one of those diamonds in the rough resorts only known to a select few.”

“Oh, yes. You are right there, miss, but those of us who do know us, know us very well indeed. We have year-round perfect weather, and our relationship with the people indigenous to the island is excellent. We are their main source of income.”

“I see, and they don’t mind the crowds then?” Sage asked, all business.

“Not at all. In fact, we employ many of the locals. I was born here,” Jacob explained.

Ginger’s mind wandered as Sage and Jacob discussed the local economy, turning to what she had planned first. A swim, lunch, shopping? A casual flirtation with a devastating stranger. All the above?

Hmmm. The possibilities were endless. While Anise and Sage talked shop with their driver, she pictured herself sitting on the sandy shores with a mystery man’s arms wrapped around her. He’d dip his head to kiss her soft lips and she would open for him, then another set of lips would trace her earlobe in that special spot she just loved to have caressed and—whoa. Where the heck did that come from?

Since when did Ginger dream of two men at once?

She shook her head to try and clear the lusty image, but it was no good. She’d never had a threesome before. In fact, all the sexual encounters involving more than two people that she’d heard about seemed to involve two or more women and one man. Seemed unfair, really.

Her daydream was different, but now that she’d imagined it, she couldn’t seem to stop. Oh, this was unfair.

She couldn’t find one man to have anything resembling satisfactory sex with. How was she gonna find two?

But her vision wouldn’t stop. Every time Ginger closed her eyes, she pictured it. There she was, sandwiched between two sexy, hulking men, both intent on pleasuring her, lying on the shore with the soft waves lapping at her toes. As far as fantasies went, it was a doozy.

She shivered involuntarily as Jacob rolled to a stop in the circular driveway. Holy hell. Ginger blinked rapidly as she looked out the window of the vehicle. Ignoring her sister’s elbow as it dug into her side, she went as far as to pinch herself.

“Have we died or something?” Anise asked, mouth hanging open.

“Oh my.” Sage licked her lips.

“Ladies, allow me to get your door.” Jacob smirked.

Ginger couldn’t think of a reply. Not when her eyes were being assaulted by dozens of tall, muscular, drop-dead gorgeous men from every direction. These were the hottest guys she’d ever seen, and they seemed to simply be milling about the lobby. As Jacob circled the car, the men nearest stopped in their tracks. Dozens of gloriously hued eyes were riveted to their vehicle.

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