Fallon spent a good two hours sipping iced tea and enjoying the sea breeze and sunshine while the guys fished. Then she hauled herself up and went down to the galley to splash some water on her face and freshen up.
“Got a little hot and bothered up there?”
She smirked. Patted her skin dry. Then, over her shoulder, she eyed Morgan, who’d just emerged from one of the bathrooms. He had a towel slung low on his hips and was rubbing his thick hair with another.
He was as captivating as Devon. Tall and hunky and just . . . so tempting. He had a sculpted chest, ripped abs, and long, defined obliques. And what lay beyond the towel . . .
Fallon bit back a sigh. If he was as well-endowed as Devon, she was definitely in for double the pleasure.
Provided Morgan could make that stretch beyond her being a friend . . . to her being a lover.
God, she so wanted to lose herself in passion with him the way she had with Devon. They were both so virile, both so commanding.
And she craved each of them.
Therefore, she dared to say, “I’ll admit the scenery was pleasant.”
“Well, you always did like the ocean.”
“Right.” Her brow furrowed. Morgan didn’t get her at all. Since when?
But then he grinned deviously. “What else was I going to say? Pleasant, Fallon? Really? That’s all you’ve got?”
“Oh.” She perked up. “Look who’s suddenly decided to be engaging.”
His teeth ground for a moment. Then he said, “I had a lot on my mind yesterday.”
“But not today?” she challenged.
“Today . . . I’m living in the moment. See what happens. Seems to work for Dev.”
“Yes, it does. And now here we are . . . Finally on the same page.” She stepped toward him, reached out, and curled her fingers around the top of the material tucked in below his navel. Tempting as hell. “It’s about time, really.” She gave a yank. Pulled away the white material.
Morgan crossed his arms over his chest. “Still a little prankster.”
“Oh, no,” she said as she moved in so close that he was forced to drop his arms. Her breasts nestled below his pecs, causing all of his muscles to flex. “You and Dev were more of the jokers. I just liked playing along. But, Morgan . . . I’m not playing.”
She stared him in the eyes, loving how his whiskey-colored irises instantly smoldered.
“I warned Devon to leave you alone,” he told her. “You work for us.”
“And you’ve both asserted that you’re not going to fire me for lusting after you.”
“For lusting after us . . . ? Fallon.” His gaze narrowed on her. “We’re your employers. Hitting on you.”
“No, Morgan. See . . . I’m hitting on you.”
She stretched up on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his.
A sexy, strangled sound lodged in his throat. His hands gripped her biceps and he held her steady as he slowly coaxed her lips apart and then swept his tongue inside. He claimed her mouth as possessively as Devon had the night before. His tongue delving deep and twisting and tangling with hers.
Fallon refused to give any thought to what they were doing; didn’t allow even an ounce of doubt to infiltrate her brain. Just gave herself over to the scorching kiss and all the racy images in her mind of the possible ways Morgan might take her . . . if he could fully lose himself in the moment.
The potential certainly existed. He released her arms and instead embraced her tightly, so she was melded to him and felt every single hard inch of him.
Every. Single. One.
Her brain nearly imploded with the intensity of his kiss and the way he surrounded her with his heat and muscles. The pressure of his thick cock against her belly.
Fallon clung to him, one hand plowing through his hair, the other gripping his shoulder, her nails digging in.
Maybe it was because Morgan was such a hard-to-get type that made her so desperate to turn him on—and let him turn her on in return. Whereas Devon was so enticingly happy-go-lucky that it was good flirtatious fun trying to win him over.
Both extremes were hugely erotic. Hugely exciting. And Fallon was just as immediately addicted to Morgan’s kisses as she was to Devon’s.
But Morgan proved to be even more aggressive than his best friend.
He broke the kiss and spun Fallon around. He shoved her skirt up to her waist and shredded the thin strand of her thong at her hip with a forceful yank. Making her gasp. Making her ridiculously wet.
Morgan whispered in her ear, “My guess is Devon fucked your ass. He likes it that way.”
“He did,” she said in a breathless tone as anticipation raced down her spine.
“I’ll give you a different flavor,” Morgan told her. “I was tested a couple of months ago. Haven’t been with anyone since.”
“I’m a virgin—well, except anally now, obviously.”
“What?”
“Don’t get stuck on that, Morgan.” Over her shoulder, she said, “I have experience. Practical application; not with a person. I mean, other than Dev last night. Just . . . No hymen to break through or anything. Fuck me.”
“Fallon.”
“Do it. You’re hard and I want you.”
He pushed her dress up even farther and palmed her bare breasts. She was slightly bent over the counter, one hand gripping the ledge, the other wrapped around the safety bar on the adjacent wall. She spread her legs wide, lifted her ass.
The tip of his cock nudged her opening and he let out a low, carnal sound. “Already wet for me.”
“So wet,” she assured him.
“Goddamn, Fallon.” And then he thrust into her. Deep. She cried out.
Morgan pumped fast and furiously, pushing the air from her lungs, setting every nerve ending ablaze.
“God, yes,” she hissed. “Fuck me, Morgan. Fuck me harder.”
His hips bucked, jarring her. She held tightly to the safety bar and the counter, stabilizing herself as best as possible. His hands on her breasts squeezed tight, then his thumbs whisked over her puckered nipples before pinching and rolling them until they were pebbled and tingling.
Morgan’s mouth was on her throat, biting and suckling to the point of potentially leaving marks. She loved it. His cock pistoned into her, deeper and deeper as she opened to him. Until his head hit that amazingly wonderful spot and suddenly Fallon was mumbling incoherent words on sharps pants of air. Begging, pleading, wanting so, so much more.
He was merciless and determined to get her off. So wide and hot inside her. And his hands on her breasts and the way he so unapologetically nipped at her neck . . .
Fallon had always known he was more darkly intense than Devon. Yet she’d never expected him to be so animalistic with his fucking. It brought out her own primal side. She demanded a quicker, stronger pace, the words falling from her lips unbidden, no thought to them whatsoever.
Morgan gave her exactly what she needed. He wasn’t the only one. When she opened her eyes, she found Devon watching them.
And she completely lost it.
“Morgan!” she screamed as everything inside her shattered.
“Yes,” he growled. “Squeeze me tight, Fallon. Like that.”
She milked his cock, her climax burning through her, her breathing scarce.
Releasing the bar, she reached around her and pressed her palm to Morgan’s ass, her nails digging in again. Nearly drawing blood. He drove more frantically into her and then suddenly erupted, his body quaking, his cock exploding, filling her pussy with his hot seed.
The sudden, unexpected, and so amazingly delicious sensation set her off again. She called out his name once more, caving to the unbelievably erotic sensations.
And now knowing she absolutely had to have both Morgan and Devon . . . At the same time.