Episode 121
EPISODE 121
THE SOUS CHEF, THE BARTENDER, AND ME
Ariel
Kissing two men at the same time has never been on my bucket list. Then again, my bucket list was always limited to things like getting my GED and finding a job other than roller skating at the drive-in restaurant—like maybe working at Denny’s or something. In the last couple weeks, my bucket list has taken on a whole new meaning. Marrying a billionaire is actually a possibility for me.
Of course, neither of these two men are billionaires. Marc is a sous chef and Zion is a bartender.
But I care about that as much as a bear cares about a fishing license.
We sneaked back to my suite while the paramedics were taking care of Evangeline. I sure hope she’s okay. My leg injury isn’t hurting much at all anymore. I’ve taken a lot of ibuprofen, and I had a glass of wine with dinner. I’ve been drinking nothing but water since then, which is good. I want to remember everything about this exciting threesome with these two hotties. We’ve already made our way into my bedroom, and Zion is undressing me with his warm brown eyes.
But before it gets too far, a knock echoes through the suite. It’s soft but persistent, like an unwelcome thought. I’m torn between my fear of being caught and my curiosity as to who might be on the other side. Is it one of the men? Or is it news about Evangeline?
“Who could that be?” Marc asks, his voice a low rumble against my ear.
“I don’t know.” Zion pulls away from me. “Stay with Ariel. I’ll take care of whoever it is.”
My heart races. I hear Zion’s low voice followed by another that sounds female. I can’t make out the words, but the tone is serious. The atmosphere in the room changes, thickening with tension.
Marc slides his hand into mine, his fingers weaving a comforting squeeze. “Don’t worry. Whatever it is, we’ll take care of it.”
A few minutes pass, but they feel like an eternity. I try to focus on Marc’s steady presence beside me.
Finally Zion returns. “Everything’s okay,” he says. “It was Lori, one of the housekeepers. She was checking to make sure Ariel knew that Evangeline was going to be okay.”
I gasp. “Thank goodness!” But then— “Oh, no! She saw you here. In my room.”
“Don’t you worry about that, baby,” Zion says. “We staffers watch each other’s backs.”
But what if it had been someone else? I should have never let Zion answer the door. Before I can give it another thought, though, his lips are on mine while Marc slips the strap of my camisole over my shoulder.
And just like that, the unexpected interruption dissolves into the background. All around me is the fragrance of Marc’s woodsy cologne, of Zion’s musky scent. It’s a dizzying mix—a mix of two men.
My God. Two men!
Zion’s kiss is rough and passionate, and his tongue tangles with mine. Marc is behind me now, and his warm breath teases the back of my neck.
Marc finds his way to the curve of my back with his hands, and he presses me closer.
The world spins wildly around me, reduced to the sensation of Zion’s lips against mine, Marc’s body pressed to mine. Heat rolls off Zion in waves, a stark contrast to the cool evening breeze that blows from the window.
Zion moves from my lips to my neck, tracing a path with his tongue that sends me reeling, while Marc grazes my skin so gently that I erupt into goosebumps.
I close my eyes, breathe deeply, capturing the air that was denied me while Zion’s tongue was in my mouth.
Zion slides his tongue over my bare shoulder while Marc takes his place at my mouth. Marc’s kiss is slower, not as rough, but his tongue is long and talented and he tastes of the jerk seasoning he used on the coleslaw appetizer—hot with a touch of sweetness. It’s delicious.
His kiss is delicious.
This whole thing is delicious.
Zion slowly slides the other strap of my camisole over my shoulder, and it falls against my breasts. He brushes it downward, exposing me. He sucks in a breath.
A rush of energy surges through the bedroom. It flies into me, infusing me with something almost overwhelming.
Marc’s lips are still on mine, and I feel… I feel…
Alive.
So alive.
So wanted and desired and…
Just so much.
Marc breaks our kiss, and he and Zion exchange a look that I can't read. What are they thinking? Are they wondering who will fuck me first? Who will make me come first? Have they done this before? Shared a woman? Or did they just meet on the island?
So much I don’t know…
Yet I can’t bring myself to care.
Zion traces a line down my bare spine with his finger, sending chills rippling through my skin. His hot breath fans against my neck. A sound escapes him—half-growl and half-moan.
Marc gently touches my leg where the bandage is. “You okay here? To do…this?”
“God, yes. If anything can make me forget about the cut, this can.” I close my eyes on a sigh.
“Just what I wanted to hear.” Marc eases my skirt down over my thighs.
I step out of it. The only thing standing between me and total nudity are my white cotton panties.
Why in hell did I wear white cotton panties today?
Zion, though, takes the lead. His bulge pushes into my back as he slips his warm fingers through the elastic waistband and?—
“What do we have here?” he asks.
Oh, God…
Tweety Bird haunts me again.
But Zion pays no more mind to the silly tattoo. Once my panties are around my ankles, he kneels and slides his tongue over my ass cheek—right over Tweety.
Marc tugs on my earlobe with his teeth. “We should take it slow.”
“What if I don’t want to take it slow?” My voice is barely audible over the thrumming of my heart inside my ears.
“The choice is yours,” Marc whispers, trailing down my neck as he traces the curve of my waist.
Zion massages my ass, his breath hot against the small of my back. His movements are sure, confident, unlike the uncertainty that pulses within me. I want this, yes, but…what if it changes everything? What if I no longer want to marry a billionaire?
Marc grazes his teeth against my collarbone. “Mmm,” he says. “You taste like temptation.”
“Do I?” I ask.
“God, yes. You taste like forbidden fruit. I can’t wait to taste between your legs. And when I’m done? I’m going to watch while Zion shoves his big cock into your hot pussy.”