Theirs to Master (Miami Masters 6)

Ceding to their dominant wills, she broke apart in another climax as soon as Trevor whispered in her ear, “Come for us, sugar,” and pummeled her sheath with clit abrading thrusts.

Chapter 10

Paige fought off returning to earth as long as possible, instead choosing to relish the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through her before facing the two men who had once again knocked her back on her heels with their sexual control. Her plan to string them along this afternoon with her own brand of sensual teasing had backfired when nerves kicked in after viewing the boat’s accoutrements and wondering what those two had in store for her. With a sigh, she returned to her senses and surroundings, slowly tuning in to the rough abrasion of Trevor’s jeans against her sore buttocks and the tingles from the scratchiness against her sensitive skin.

“This is in my way.” Trevor unzipped her skirt and pushed it down before helping her to stand and step out of it.

The afternoon sun warmed skin never kissed by its rays before; the outdoor exposure coupled with the brothers’ ever-watchful gazes evoked a gush of cream along with new tingles inside her still quivering pussy. Trevor picked her up, sending the vast panoramic view spinning in a dizzying circle around her as he strode toward the bow. “Where are you taking me?” she questioned, a touch of worry taking up residence in her abdomen over how nice his arms felt holding her and with Troy keeping step beside them. Being the object of two men’s focused attention would be a heady experience if she thought she meant more to them than a thorn in their sides during an investigation.

“Right here.” With a wicked grin, Trevor dropped her with a loud splash into the largest, deepest hot tub she’d ever seen.

Sputtering, Paige scrambled to right herself on the bench, conscious of the way the hot swirling water over her abused buttocks and nipples brought back to life the discomfort they’d heaped upon her. “Crap on a schnoodle!” she mumbled under her breath while squirming in the bubbling water to get comfortable.

“Lay your head back and be still,” Troy ordered from behind her as his hands landed on her shoulders and pressed her back.

She had no choice but to obey, but couldn’t fault him for his high-handedness when he sent her into euphoric bliss by kneading her shoulders and using his thumbs to rub up and down her neck. “Oh, oh God, that feels good.” Trevor, standing in front of her, reached in to treat her thighs to the same wonderful manipulations. Mimicking his brother, he dug his long fingers into her tense muscles and worked out the tightness with a mixture of deep presses and lighter rubs. “I’ll give you all day to stop,” she sighed.

Troy slid his hands down her chest to cover her breasts, scissoring his fingers over her nipples then closing and twisting. “You have ten minutes, and then we’ll get something to eat.”

Paige’s stomach took that moment to rumble, drawing Trevor’s chuckle and his hands up to the crease where thighs met hips. With his eyes leveled on hers, he executed a slow glide of his thumbs toward her parted labia and dipped inside her sheath with both thick digits. One brush over her clit, along with the small tugs on her nipples, had her primed and ready for more, and growing increasingly worried about their rising sexual hold on her.

“Not yet, sugar,” Trevor chided with a knowing grin when her hips jutted toward his hands without her permission. Damn feckless, unfaithful body.

“And here I always thought you were the nice one,” she said, pouting.

“I am. I’ll show you how nice after we eat.”

She let need override caution and pulled out all her wiles to entice them into giving her what she wanted: another climax. Reaching up, she trailed her fingers up and down Troy’s arms, and when he released her breasts to move back up to her shoulders, she followed. Arching her chest forward brought her breasts out of the water to bob in an enticing display of soft, wet creamy mounds topped with rigid, protruding nipples. Widening her legs, she thrust her hips up again, this time giving her body permission to taunt and beg.

“C’mon, boys, play nice,” she purred. A giggle threatened to escape when Troy cursed behind her.

“You’ve just earned a lesson in consequences. Come on, out you go now. There’s Zach with lunch.”

They hauled her out of the decadent tub and then each man snatched a towel hanging on the side before driving her crazy with brisk rubbing, taking their time over her breasts, butt and between her legs. She swayed into their hands as her body warmed and her blood heated. By the time they draped the towels back over the rack, her breasts ached, her buttocks were clenched and her pussy dripped, leaving Paige to question how simple lust could have combusted into a never-ending, aching need in such a short time.

Taking her hands, they headed toward the dining area in the center of the deck where Zach stood unloading hoagie sandwiches onto a table and Sandie sat, naked, pouring lemonade. Paige balked before they reached the other couple, sudden awkwardness over her nudity holding her back. At the club, the room had been shrouded in darkness and she couldn’t make out individual faces in the crowd gathered for the auction until the spotlight landed on Troy and Trevor in the front row, and then they had commanded her complete attention. Here, being exposed in the bright light of day in front of one other couple seemed to put more emphasis on both her and Sandie’s nakedness.

“Where are my clothes?” she asked, looking toward the lounge they had used earlier.

“Sandie probably has them folded somewhere. You can get them before we return to port, not before.” Troy’s tone brooked no argument as he and Trevor picked up the pace again.

Shoring up her resolve and nerve, she tossed her head, the damp ends of her short hair tickling her neck. “Well, I wouldn’t want Sandie to be the only one drawing attention since you three are still dressed.”

“Because we’re the boss,” Trevor quipped before pointing to the bench opposite Sandie’s seat. “Slide in there.”

“I saw you in the hot tub,” Sandie remarked with a lustful sigh. “That massage looked wonderful.”

“It was.” To Paige’s wonder, after Troy placed a sandwich in front of her and Trevor slid a glass of lemonade over, the men conversed between themselves, touching upon topics such as sports and recent events. She didn’t know whether to be glad they weren’t ogling either of the women, or miffed about it until Sandie winked with a quirk to her mouth.

“Go figure,” her new friend said, drawing Paige’s sheepish grin for being so transparent.

“Are you talking about Miles and Hope?” Zach asked his wife before he looked back at Troy and Trevor. “Did you hear those two eloped yesterday?”

Neither could hide their surprise before Troy returned on a dry note, “Leave it to Miles to find a woman willing to avoid a big gathering to celebrate their wedding. Jackson’s going to be pissed.”

“He’ll get over it,” Trevor stated with confidence. “That doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate. I say we plan something, maybe a surprise party. That’ll irk Miles and appease Jackson.” Trevor’s glee at the prospect was written all over his face.

Curiosity overrode unease at calling attention to herself as Paige asked, “Who are Miles and Hope? And Jackson?”

Troy looked down at her and ran a finger over one nipple, a casual caress that ignited a firestorm inside Paige. “Friends of ours. Miles is a former Martial Arts champion and owns a gym downtown, and Hope manages a homeless shelter a few blocks from it. Jackson runs an animal shelter and veterinary clinic outside of Miami.”

“If you can make another trip down Tuesday evening, Paige, you’re welcome to come to our girls’ night out. This week, we’re meeting at our place, and Hope will be there,” Sandie invited.

The unexpected invitation warmed Paige as much as Troy’s light touch and Zach’s blue gaze, but there was no sense in getting involved deeper with the brothers’ friends after today since this was a onetime get-together. Something their omission of an invitation to the planned surprise party reminded her of. Ignoring the pang clutchin

g her chest, she pasted on a regretful look and opted for an evasive reply.

“Thank you. I can try, but make no promises. My sister’s been laid up and should move back home this week. I need to be there for her.” That last remark was wishful thinking on her part, but worked well for an excuse.

With an abruptness that caught Paige off-guard, Troy clasped her right hand, avoiding the bruises, and hauled her up. “Since it looks like everyone’s done eating, it’s time for the consequences of teasing us in the hot tub and not addressing us as instructed.” His stern gaze switched to Zach. “Would you mind meting out ten swats?”

“What?” Paige’s eyes flew to Sandie’s husband as Zach rose from the table with a glint of mischief in his gaze and one raised brow. It had been one thing to flutter over his eyes on her. Bending over for a punishing reprimand by a stranger was another.

“Not as long as you and Trevor don’t mind taking Sandie to task for me,” Zach agreed.

“What did I do?” Sandie’s incredulous look toward Zach mirrored what Paige felt.