Holiday Home (A Harem Fantasy #5)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Enough to Cuddle

F ortunately, Avril’s arms didn’t pop off like Lego arms when she finally lowered them. Her handcuffs were high enough quality to have mostly spared her wrists any chafing, though she still winced and rubbed them after finally escaping the cuffs. They weren’t likely to be brought out again tomorrow. And yet…

“Leave them there,” Avril told Tess—Liam could barely get his arms over his head, so it had to be her—as she reached to collect the handcuffs. “If I get to see Anna or Victoria’s face after they notice it hanging there, it’ll have been worth the ache in my arms.”

Shaking her head at the younger woman’s newest ploy, Tess let the cuffs stay where they were. A marker and proof of what had occurred right by the hammock at the end of this second night in Fiji.

It wasn’t over yet… but it was. Liam did take that shower on his back, earning amused looks from both women. Tess was more than happy to soap up his body and help him clean off the sweat and sex sticking to his body. Once she’d finally worked some of the soreness out of her body, Avril also joined in—when it came time to attend to the important parts of his body.

Anna appeared right before the end of their shower. She didn’t come to investigate, so Liam only found out she’d returned when, wearing a towel, still thoroughly worn out, he stepped into the doorway between the bathroom and bedroom.

She blushed upon seeing him, but that was it. He made sure to kiss her before he departed. He kissed all of them.

“Get a lot of rest,” Avril teased, then grew a little serious. “But seriously. We can put off snorkeling if you’re too sore for it tomorrow. We will be going into underwater caves and all. Not a place to be if your arms and legs don’t work.”

Liam nodded. “I’ll sleep in as much as I can.”

“As much as you’re allowed to,” Avril said knowingly.

Now, it was his turn to feel his face heat up. He didn’t address the obvious meaning hovering beside him, instead focusing on saying his loving goodbyes to these three spectacular women. His morning had started with them, and it more or less ended with them too.

More or less.

On his return, he found that Victoria was still awake. Of course, it wasn’t that late, only around 9:30, when he made it back to their bure. He felt four or five more hours than that pushing down on his shoulders, but the shower and some time spent relaxing in the company of the other women had helped a little.

Piercing blue eyes transfixed him as he reached the deck’s steps. Lounging on the same chair where he’d massaged her earlier, she was reading the same book she’d brought out in bed yesterday.

“Welcome back,” the buxom brunette said, voice calm and cool. “How was dinner?”

“You know the word for it,” he said, smiling and forcing his tired legs to propel him up the deck’s steps. He promised they’d be the final set of steps they needed to worry about for the rest of the day.

“You look quite worn out,” Victoria said, setting her book on her thigh, pages splayed out.

“I feel pretty worn out,” Liam admitted.

Victoria didn’t appear bothered by his admission. After examining him for a moment, she motioned for him to come closer. Once he did so, she stood up, placed her book on the chair, and took him into her arms.

Liam blinked in surprise, at a loss for a response. Things didn’t get any better as Victoria began to stroke his hair. Well, they got better, just not clearer. He remained a swirl of confusion, battered by Victoria’s doting tenderness, even as his body accepted it gleefully. He leaned into her voluptuous softness, shut his eyes, and exhaled contentedly.

“Come on,” she whispered. “To bed with you. With us.”

Without any complaints, Liam let Victoria lead him indoors and put him in bed. He didn’t fall asleep, however. Not yet.

Victoria’s clothes came off. That was enough for Liam’s libido—somehow, still not fully sated—to slam the brakes on him drifting to bed peacefully.

The gorgeous woman, fully nude, slipped under the covers next to him. However, she immediately shifted those covers, revealing much of her upper body.

“Come on,” Victoria whispered invitingly. “We’ll cuddle for a bit, and then you can nod off.”

They did more than that. She welcomed him back into her embrace, then more than welcomed his lips as they began to glide along her magnificent breasts. She’d waited for him, and although he was too exhausted to accomplish everything he’d been planning, right up until Tess had decided she’d be the professor who thoroughly drained him, he still gave Victoria what he had left.

What he had left wasn’t much, but she didn’t ask him to do much. She cuddled with him, letting his lips enjoy an experience they’d craved for months. He set them everywhere across her breasts, kissing gently, licking gently, loving them gently. It was the best he could manage tonight.

It seemed to be enough. Victoria quivered as he sucked on her nipple. She continued slowly running her hand through his hair, breathing out as he rolled his tongue over the nub between his teeth. She kept him close, sharing her warmth with him, glad he could manage a little bit more before he succumbed to a much-needed sleep.

“Amazing,” he whispered, feeling her breasts with his hands. Wherever he didn’t suck, he touched, caressed, experienced.

“That nice?” Victoria graced him with a slender smile and kissed his head.

“They’re perfect. I can’t believe I’m finally getting to do things like this with you.”

“Roll your tongue again,” Victoria whispered. He complied. She shivered, so he did it again. “I think I could get used to ending our days like this. Starting it too, perhaps?”

“Yes!” he growled lustfully, momentary renewed by the thought of beginning and ending his days like this.

Victoria continued to smile. “If you’re rested enough when you wake up tomorrow, you can make a solid attempt to start my day off very well. Anna was here a little while ago. She mentioned that you were… studious.”

“That’s how I plan to get into Bellmore,” he said, smirking. “By being studious.”

“Where you’ll then proceed to relentlessly corrupt two of its professors?”

“That’s right.” He reached for her unattended nipple, wet from the time his mouth had spent on it, and gave it a slight pinch. Victoria almost imperceptibly arched into his touch. “Especially you. Especially when it’s just the two of us, alone and without any worry of being interrupted, in your classroom. Again and again and again.”

Victoria grew quiet. She stayed that way long enough for Liam to tilt his head up so he could meet her eyes. He found them wider than usual, a sign of the excitement thrumming through the stunning woman. He’d just made a promise, he realized. And Victoria was going to expect him to keep his word.

“You appear to have found my weak spot,” she eventually said.

“One of them,” he agreed, rolling his tongue again.

Victoria’s jaw flexed. She swallowed, then sent one of her hands beneath the covers. It was obvious where it was headed.

Their combined efforts brought her to her climax several minutes later. But tomorrow, he’d manage it all on his own. Because she could. And now Liam knew what he’d offer to her and Anna if they were the ones who won the tennis match.