Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(30)

“Miss Starr, hop on my cock, now,” Granger commands. I quickly scramble over and wonder how on earth I’m going to, as he says, “Back to me and face Kostas, reverse cowgirl,” Granger explains.

Oh, okay, I can do that.

As I stand over the top of them and slowly move to my knees, I hover over Granger’s dick. It takes me a couple of tries to get myself in a comfortable position, but eventually, I do and sink down onto Granger’s dick.

Yes. I feel so stretched in this position.

Then Granger’s hand slides around and begins to play with my clit as Kostas thrusts into him. The movement has Granger thrusting into me.

This feels so different.

Nice.

Weird.

Interesting.

But then Kostas leans forward and starts sucking on my nipples, and yeah, I’m done for. I close my eyes and let it all happen, let everything play out. Every nerve ending is on fire, every sensation feels heightened, my body is sensitive from all the sex I’ve been having, and yet it still wants more. So much more.

I’ve become putty in the hands of these two men, and I lay back and take what they’re doing to me. The world could be imploding, and I would not care.

They continue to push me higher and higher until I’m the first one to break and scream as Granger’s fingers push me over the edge. My pussy tightens around Granger’s dick almost choking him, and he’s not far behind me, and the last to chase his relief is Kostas.

I can’t even lift my head nor open my eyes.

I’m gone.

Toast.

Put me to bed and let me sleep for millennia.

“I think we’ve worn her out,” Kostas jokes.

“Looks like we did. Well worth it, though. That was incredible,” Granger murmurs against my skin. “Let’s get Miss Starr cleaned up and put her to bed.”





11





ALEX





“You look amazing,” I compliment Ivy as she steps out of her bungalow. She’s dressed in a ’50s style black cocktail dress that cinches in at her waist then flares out. Her blonde hair is pulled up in a tight bun, while her makeup is neutral except for her bright red lips. My dick twitches in my jeans at the thought of those red lips wrapped around my dick.

“Thank you,” she says with a tiny frown as I kiss her cheek.

I know she isn’t used to getting compliments from guys, but I don’t give them for no reason. I hate that she’s suspicious of my words all because of some asshole.

“What do you think our siblings are up to? Asking us to dinner at your brother’s villa.”

“Could be anything with those two, or they could genuinely want us to come over and hang out,” I say as I place a hand on the small of her back and guide her toward her chariot, which is a white golf cart.

“They better not be announcing something like she’s pregnant or engaged,” Ivy muses. No. There is no way in hell anything like that would happen with my brother, I mean, I don’t think so anyway.

“You don’t think it’s that do you?” I ask as I help her into her seat on the cart.

“I sure as hell hope not.” She chuckles while taking a seat beside me. No, there’s no way Nate would do anything like that. He’s the biggest commitment-phobe out there.

“How was your massage?” I ask, changing the subject to something less stressful as I start up the cart. I turn my head to see why she’s being silent with regards to my question. And all I see is Ivy biting her bottom lip as she stares off into the distance. Did something happen? “Ivy?” I say her name. She eventually turns to me and gives me a small smile. “Are you okay?”

“Don’t you feel weird asking me about my morning with two men?” she states.

Two men! I thought it was only one.

That … um … well, I wasn’t prepared for that.

Not that there’s anything wrong with it at all, and I don’t think any less of her for it, I just wasn’t expecting it. She really is exploring her horizons here, but I don’t share. Once we are together, make that commitment, you’re mine and mine only.

“Judging by your silence, you regret asking.” She sighs.

“No, it’s not that,” I try to reassure her, placing a hand on her leg. “I didn’t realize it was a threesome,” I tell her honestly.

“Oh,” she says on a gasp. “Yeah, I may have left that bit out.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, I did,” she answers confidently.

I look over at her, and she’s smiling. Something’s changed in her since last night when we were together, and I kind of hate that whatever these two men did to her brought it out of her.

“You seem different,” I tell her.

“I do?” she answers, her voice rising in surprise.

“There’s this glow about you as if you’ve just realized how beautiful you are.” Ivy looks over at me and her forehead creases. “A silent confidence radiates through you now.”

“Really? You can see that?” she asks, seemingly confused. I nod as we continue through the rainforest. “I do feel different. Not in a bad way,” she says quickly as if reassuring me. “This might be TMI for you, but having two men worshiping me at the same time was intoxicating. I’ve never felt such feminine power before. That sounds crazy, doesn’t it?” She looks over at me for reassurance. Those bright green eyes are wide with confusion and excitement.