Page 20 of The Forbidden Trio

She moaned quietly, pressing her thighs together. Later was going to be damn good.

As the afternoon sun began to lower in the bright blue sky, they packed up and went back to the campsite, dumping their beach gear off before heading to the showers. With the warm water running over her naked skin, all Jessie could think about was Paul and Noah naked together in the men’s shower. Her sex gave a sharp squeeze, desire shivering through her as she imagined them washing each other’s backs… among other things. She moaned, glad no one else was in the women’s shower. And since no one else was around, she couldn’t resist slipping her hand between her thighs. She was soaked, slippery, and she closed her eyes and let her hand wander over her swollen, needy flesh, teasing the tip of her clit with her fingertips before sliding a finger deep inside.

“Oh…”

If only it were Paul with his hand between her thighs, working her clit, delving into her tight, aching hole. If only it were Noah’s mouth on her, sucking her nipples into his hot, wet mouth, licking her clit until it ached, until she came…

She came in such a sharp, startling burst her knees went weak, and she had to brace herself with one hand on the tiled shower wall. She stood under the water, trying to catch her breath.

“Well, at least I took the edge off,” she murmured.

But the truth was, she was on a full-throttle fantasy vacation with two of the hottest men she’d ever seen, and desire held a constant, throbbing edge unlike anything she’d ever known before. This was nothing more than a little warm-up exercise.

She wanted to do it again. And again and again, trying to sate the need burning through her.

“Get a hold of yourself. You are not a dog in heat.” She sure as hell felt like one.

Shaking her head at the lovely, giddy helplessness of her situation, she smiled as she dried herself off. Then she slipped into her jeans and a clean tank top and stepped into her flip-flops. When she got back to their campsite, the guys were already dressed in jeans and t-shirts, and Paul was building a fire.

“Hey, why don’t I go grab us some food and bring it back?” Noah suggested. “I can pick up some more beer or a few bottles of wine, too.

“You want me to go with you?” Paul asked.

“Nah, you two hang out here. I won’t be long. Any special requests? Jessie?”

“Whatever you find is good with me. Thanks, Noah.”

Once the fire was going, Paul sat on one of the logs laid around the fire pit.

“Come sit with me,” he said—demanded in a way she liked.

She settled next to him, and he looped a strong arm around her waist. Sleepy from the short night and the long day in the sun, Jessie leaned into his shoulder. They were quiet for a while, the only sound the call of birds and a breeze rippling the boughs of the trees. It felt like heaven being alone with Paul in the woods, feeling the hard planes of muscle under her cheek. She breathed him in, that lovely scent of clean man.

Thisman.

She swallowed a sigh.

“Are you glad you came, Jess?”

“Of course I am. This has been amazing. A little strange.” She let out a small chuckle. “Hell, it’s alotstrange, but I’m having a great time.”

“Yeah.” He went quiet, his arm tightening around her. After a few moments, he said, “Jess?”

“Yes?”

“Why haven’t we done this before?”

“You mean have a three-way with Noah?”

He laughed. “You know what I mean. Why haven’t we been together—the two of us, like this?”

She really didn’t want to be the one to answer that question.

“Well, we’re friends,” she said quietly, keeping her gaze on the ground, unable to look at him. But she felt the sweet weight of his arm around her, and it was comforting.

He’d always been a comfort to her.

“Yeah.” His voice was low, rough. “Best friends.”

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