I clench my jaw, knowing I haven’t slept with Chloe since we came to Tahiti.
Ethan shakes his head. “I haven’t been with her. I didn’t want to step on any toes, or take her away from you, Mason.”
“Same with me.”
Noah raises his hands apologetically. “I was with her the first morning we arrived.”
Mason’s eyebrows furrow. “Fuck, I feel terrible. Chloe has been my saving grace, but maybe we aren’t showing her how much we appreciate her. I certainly could do a better job of letting her know how thankful I am for her.”
“How about Enzo and Ethan spend the afternoon with her? I can chill with you,” Noah offers. “The PlayStation has been getting a little dusty.”
I look at Ethan, and a sense of relief seems to wash over him. I know he’s carrying so fucking much lately, dealing with the business end of things for us.
But I can’t worry about him right now, or how he’s feeling. I only have space to think about Chloe. Sweet, generous Chloe.
“I’ll go set up my room for us, you want to find her at the cafe?” I ask Ethan.* * *A half hour later I’ve ordered champagne and strawberries, opened the doors so the ocean view can take her breath away, and have had three masseuses set up tables here for an ensuite massage—they will be here in an hour. When Ethan arrives with Chloe, she wears a smile of surprise, clearly not expecting this.
“You guys,” she whispers. “This is too much.”
I take her hand, leading her to the bathroom so she can put on a robe for the massage. I’m also hoping we can help her relax a bit before the massage. God knows she needs to be taken care of. “There’s no such thing as too much when it comes to loving you, Bella.”
I close the bathroom door, and Ethan and I both help undress our woman. I pull down the strap of her sundress, and she closes her eyes as my hand brushes over her bare skin.
“I missed you both so much,” she says, running her hands over our chests. “You are so patient.”
“And you are so fucking beautiful,” Ethan tells her, his eyes searing into hers. His need for her is as fierce as mine. He craves her the way I do.
He pulls down her other dress strap and pushes it past her breasts. She isn’t wearing a bra, and her perky tits are begging to be touched. They are full and bouncy, tits I’ve missed so damn much.
“I love you,” she whimpers as I lower myself to my knees, needing to see her perfect cunt, wanting to kiss her pussy and take care of her like she deserves.
“We love you more,” I tell her, kneeling before her body like the temple it is. I tug down her dress, and she steps from it, and I run my hands over her white panties, loving the way they hug her curves and cover her pussy.
I’m getting hard thinking about what lies behind the lace. I run my hand over her ass, pulling her to me and breathing in her sweet scent.
She smells like summer breezes and fresh, ripe, fruit. She looks like purity and is the epitome of peaches and cream, and damn, I want to lick her up.
Ethan steps behind her, cupping her breasts with his hands, rubbing her hard nipples with his thumbs, then lowers his hand and pushes down her panties. She kicks them away and I look at the pussy I’ve been dreaming about for weeks. Ethan takes off his shorts and tank top, and I pull my t-shirt over my head too.
Ethan’s cock is hard and ready just like mine, and when he steps away, stroking himself, I know he is giving me Chloe’s pussy.
I blow hot air on her, my hands running over her bare thighs, and I move my fingers over her mound, up and down her creamy slit. “You are so fucking wet, Bella,” I groan.
“I’m wet for you both. I’m so horny for you. I’ve been touching myself in my room every night, desperate to release myself from the agony.”
“Why didn’t you come for us?” Ethan asks, stepping toward her.
“I knew everyone was stressed out, I didn’t want to put my needs ahead of everyone else’s.”
I kiss her hood, the downy hair of hers is so soft, smelling of her. “Bellissimas, your needs are our needs. Never hold back from telling us what you need. We need you to tell us what you need so we can take care of you.”
“Then you have to tell me what you need too... I can’t guess at this,” she admits. “You’re my first lovers and this is all new for me.”
“Don’t forget,” Ethan says pulling her mouth to his. “You are my first too.” They begin kissing passionately, and Ethan holds her face with both his hands.