Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CADE
“Your tent or mine?”
“ P unch his balls!”
“Give her a titty twister!”
“Are assholes off limits?”
“Do. Not. Put. Mud in assholes!”
“And don’t punch balls! We need them tonight.”
“We need titties, too!”
The crowd’s shouts around the mud pit, coaching me on how to beat Zar Rollins in a wrestling match, are comical.
I’m choking on sludge and laughter.
I have a black belt and a great set of muddy tits. Zar’s muscular, six-foot-three frame and enchanting brown eyes don’t stand a chance.
Especially when we wrestle, and I feel how it makes him hard, how he’s loving my dirty ass whooping.
We square off, swaying in a fighting stance from scalp to toe, covered in caramel slime.
I smirk, swiping mud off my lips. “You give? ”
“Me? Give? ” Zar’s bright teeth contrast with the mud dripping from his dark, trimmed beard. “Darlin,” he drawls. “I’m gonna make you and those gorgeous tits give an ass whoopin’ all day.”
Scarlett laughs from the edge of the pit. “Watch out. He gets off on sparring with women.”
“Good,” Redix boasts. “Because my wife gets off on kicking men’s asses.”
“Does that include yours?”
Someone asks Redix.
I don’t know who.
My focus is trained on Zar. I’m waiting for one of his hulking shoulders to drop, revealing how he’ll lunge for me again.
Redix taunts back with his whiskey voice, “Nah. I love my wife doing other things to my ass.”
With a muddy smirk, Zar huffs with his eyes on me, “Lucky man.”
Sexual chemistry charges the molecules around us. Seventeen people are gathered, half-clothed, half-topless, some covered in mud, and all having fun.
It’s women versus men in mud wrestling, and Scarlett went first. She took on Ford, then Luke. They have military training but she’s a titled MMA fighter. And when she took her bikini off?
Yeah, the women are playing dirty.
She won, and I won the next round for us. Luca took my first beating. I think he loved being choked between my legs. The victory was too easy.
“It isn’t fair.” I hear Blair sigh. “Half of the women are trained killers, and the other half are like pro-seducers. If we don’t win with chokeholds, we’ll win with cleavage.”
Zar’s left shoulder drops .
I catch it.
When he leads with his right, stepping to grab me, I kick, sweeping his right foot. He laughs, splashing down into the gloopy mess as I fall over him. He doesn’t even fight me. He lets me straddle him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them over his head, his biceps popping. And if he didn’t let me, I could bend his fingers back, making sure of it.
“Sergeant Bryant,” he smiles up at me, “you sure are arresting. You got me feeling criminal enough to take you on,” he winks, “or in .”
Nick calls out. “Leave room for me.”
“Always, baby,” he answers.
Under my soaked bikini bottom, I feel Zar’s length stir. Lust sparks in his eyes. It reflects mine.
This week, Zar is open to women. He’ll always sub for Luca. He’ll always sub with Scarlett. Usually, she’s the only woman he serves for Luca, while Nick is the only man he’s with.
But Luca wants this. It’s like he’s giving himself and his subs a reward. His watchful eye caught our attraction days back, and their foursome—Luca, Scarlett, Zar, and Nick—wants something new this week.
I understand.
Our sixsome wants it, too.
And there’s something about Zar: the sexy, taunting scoundrel. He’s new to me and a worthy opponent. Smart. Strong. Sexy. And hard…
I tease, squeezing his wrists, “Have you been a bad boy, Mr. Rollins?”
“Does a rooster crow?”
“Can you handle me?”
“I’m ripping my britches for ya. Rumor is you pack a helluva strap-on.”
“Damn, y’all.” Silas protests, “Can we not get through four rounds of mud wrestling without fucking?”
“Ain’t that the point of mud wrestling?” Zar argues, rocking his hips under me. It makes me grin—d irty, hot bastard . “I mean … look at her,” he says. “All sexy, covered in muck, and beating my ass. Darlin,” his grin is pure sin, “we can be like pigs, fucking in the mud.”
“No one is fucking in mud,” Blair, our resident sexpert, proclaims. “That’s an infection waiting to pounce. Shower first.”
“Ah, that’s as exciting as a mashed potato sandwich,” Zar jokes with his stare glued to my ample cleavage swaying above him.
Clearly, he wants it dirty. Why I even wore a bikini, I don’t know. It’s ruined, and it’s coming off any minute.
“That’s hygiene,” Blair answers. “And I have a big trick night planned, so please don’t ruin tonight with yeast infections.”
Ah, ha. So, it’s Blair’s turn tonight. I’ve been dying for that intel.
“Yeah,” Eily chimes in. “We already roll the dice every time we let Redix play with whipped cream.”
“Fun size,” Redix answers her. “With the sweet fun we have with desserts, a little infection is worth it.”
“Speak for yourself,” Charlie laughs. “It ain’t your vag burning.”
“Dicks burn, too,” Daniel adds.
“Jeez, y’all,” I pant, squeezing Zar between my thighs. Damn, I’m feeling frisky. “Can we skip past the Dos and Don’ts of orgies and get to the orgy part?”
“Agreed.”
A rich accent breaks the group .
It’s Luca.
I’d know his dominance anywhere.
“Shower,” Luca insists, “and then we fuck.”
Trapped between my legs, Zar cocks a smirk, relishing Luca’s permission. It’s like he’s been told he can play, and I’m his new toy.
“We’re pacing ourselves.” I glance up. Beau answers, “We’re helping Blair set up for tonight.”
Colton nods, agreeing with him.
“Same,” Daniel adds. “We’ll wait and help them set up.”
Oh, I catch it. The looks, all hot and itchy, between Daniel, Beau, and Colton. The way Blair chews her lip at them. The way Charlie does, too.
Yeah, that’s on.
“We’ll wait, too.”
That’s Ford, with one arm draped over Stacey, the other over Luke. Mateo stands, wrapped around Luke, too. They’ve missed him. They’re family. They need their time together.
I get it.
Every day, I need Redix. And sometimes, I need my partners, too. Just the six of us. Our laughs in bed, our bodies cuddled on a sofa, our dance parties in the kitchen while we cook.
Damn, when six people hug at the end of a shitty day, it feels like you can survive anything.
Like, I love our birthday tradition. The six of us throw a party with no sex allowed. Instead, we sit by a fire pit, on a dock, or by a pool; it depends on whose birthday and the season. But the tradition is we tell that person for their birthday ten reasons we love them. It’s the only gift we exchange because no one has been promised the next birthday .
Okay, honestly.
Do we break the no-sex rule?
I mean … who wouldn’t? Sometimes we get so loaded with emotions we have to. But at least we wait. We wait until love fills our hearts, too.
But this week? Since I didn’t play last year?
I want this.
I want my husband. I want this man. I want his woman and her men, too. If anyone else wants to join us?
Please, pile on.
Staring up at me, a smile ghosts Zar’s full lips, his muscles tensing, eyes gleaming. Oh shit, he’s going for it , and I let him.
Like a gator, he rolls lightning-fast in the mud. He takes control, quickly flipping me on my back, his hands pinning my wrists now. The sudden movement makes my bikini top surrender. My breasts pop out. They’re free.
Zar stares at them, his gaze rimming my nipples, his eyelids dropping with lust. Rivulets of mud stream over his pecs, clinging to his dusting of chest hair, finding the path down his deep happy trail, wandering over his flexing abs.
He’s cut and strong, taunting me, “Seems I’ve been commanded to shower and then serve you, ma’am.”
He’s raging hard.
Barely, he thrusts into me and…
There it is again. The lust. The desire. The primal urge this island shoots through my veins. With Zar on top, I want him to serve me right here, in the mud, like animals, and everyone can watch.
But…
Nothing ruins a week like vaginitis.
“Your tent or mine?” I proposition.
“Mine,” Luca commands .
Zar rises, holding my hands. Even covered in mud, he’s a gentleman, helping me stand. Then he smacks my muddy ass, his smirk negating all manners.
I love it.
We leave Silas and Eily behind. They want to slosh in the mud pit with Stacey and her husbands.
Daniel and Charlie disappear into the Trick Tent, happy to help Blair, Beau, and Colton set up for tonight.
And see how else they can “help” them.
Redix and I shower without a word, only hungry kisses. We know what we want. Redix is hard for it. I’m wet for it.
There’s always been a connection between Redix and Luca. They’re best friends. They don’t cross some lines.
But others?
They’re attracted to one another and curious, relishing the other’s pleasure. Redix devours the sight of Luca and most crave the sight of my husband.
Holding my hand, he leads me across the clearing, over the sandy path, kicking through fallen oak leaves. We’re wrapped in plush robes with flip-flopped feet, hearing our partners and friends, their laughter echoing across the early afternoon.
Part of me wants to wait for tonight.
Part of me can’t wait for this.
Rarely do I want new partners. I’m so in love with my husband and the ones we have now.
But sometimes, something new for a day only adds to the beauty of what you’ll cherish for a lifetime. When I spot how Luca has kept their tent open so the others can watch us, how we won’t hide what we’re about to share, desire pools in my core.
This feels right.
This is why we’re here .
This is nothing but lust and love.
We trod up the stairs to Luca’s tent and step inside. Yes, it’s Scarlett’s, Zar’s, and Nick’s tent, too. But it’s their arrangement. It’s their consent. They give Luca the power to be their Dom, and he uses it with great care.
And a glorious whip.
“Good afternoon,” Luca greets us, wearing only black silk pajama pants.
The man is a bronze mountain of muscles, rivaling my husband, and my gaze drops to his silk-draped bulge … then it falls on Zar and Scarlett kneeling before him.
Naked and freshly showered, their wet heads are bowed.
Nick reclines nude on their bed, propped on pillows. His athletic form is a sight to admire. He likes watching, too. It’s obvious with how his length lies, half hard, craving a show.
Redix unties his robe, his gaze intense, telling Luca, “Dude, you know we trust you, but I won’t ever be into pain. I’ve had enough of it and can’t watch Cade take it, either. I’ll kill anyone who hurts her.”
Luca nods.
He loves Redix.
Like me, he knows how Redix got his scars. It makes me reach for my husband’s hand, squeezing it, thankful we’ve come so far together.
And we didn’t do it alone.
The ones responsible for our second chance at love? They’re here.
“Then tell us, please,” Luca answers, caressing Scarlett’s flaming strands and Zar’s dark waves, “how we may serve you. That’s what we can share today.”
Aw, he’s so sweet. This must be daytime Dom Luca. Like he’s almost tender while the sun is shining, but by night, he’ll whip your ass into coming for him.
Gently, Redix tugs me to him, my back pressed against his chest. Opening my robe for them, he exposes me, demanding, “Serve my beautiful wife today. She deserves it.”
Hell, yes, I do.
Possessively, he brushes his hands over my shoulders, sliding my robe off and letting it pool by my feet. Then he cups my breasts, palming them, twirling his fingers over my nipples.
I moan at his touch, falling back against his tall, granite chest. My life belongs to Redix, so I let him share my body like this. I let his hand glide down between my legs, his fingers splaying my slick lips apart, my clit exposed for Luca’s stare. For Luca to lick his lips.
“My wife wants your man.” Redix knows how to taunt Luca and how to thrill me, too. “And so do I. If your man wants me to let him fuck my wife, he needs to serve me first.”
Oh, fuck.
My bared clit sparks, lust flooding my sex.
Redix isn’t usually like this. Not with Luca, I mean. With me, Redix is so dirty; he’s sweet. He’s rough, and I love it. But he’s behaved himself around our friends.
Until now.
I think the island is talking to him, too.
He’s acting even more alpha than usual.
Luca reaches, lifting Zar’s chin. “Does my stud want this? Do you want to earn his wife?”
Like Luca, Zar licks his lips. “Yes, my owner.”
Luca looks at Nick. He’ll never disrespect him as Zar’s future husband. “Can your man serve us? ”
“Please,” Nick smirks, his cock rock hard. Lazily, his hand strokes it. “I’ve always wanted Redix Dean, too.”
Yep. That’s the cost of fame, and I don’t mind. Who doesn’t want my husband? He earned his reputation as Hollywood’s bad boy. But now?
He’s my bad boy.
I love him offering me like this.
“Take him,” Luca offers Zar to Redix. “Let him earn your beautiful wife while I fuck mine.”
A soft gasp escapes Scarlett’s lips.
She’s into this, too.
By the foot of their massive bed, over the plush rugs so wisely placed in each tent, I stand nude. Not moving. Only watching as Redix tosses his robe aside. His shredded body, impressive. His curving cock, mouthwatering.
Luca steps aside, commanding the space in front of Scarlett. He lets Redix take his place beside him, standing before Zar.
“Whatever my stud does for you,” Luca gazes at Redix’s erection, his eyes burning with lust, “my dirty wife will do for me.”
Scarlett licks her lips. Luca’s degradation is her drug.
Redix stares at Zar, kneeling before him. Hooking his finger under Zar’s bearded chin, even with Luca’s permission, even with Zar’s consent, Redix will never take. He fists his shaft, teasing it across Zar’s parting lips. “Do you want me? Do you want to earn my wife?”
“Yes, sir,” Zar answers. “Make me serve you. Make me earn her.”
His words are compliant, his eyes willful and aroused. So is his cock. It surges hard.
“Do you think she’s beautiful?”
“Yes, sir. ”
“I agree.” Redix fists Zar’s waves. “Do you want to fuck her?”
“Yes, sir.”
“If I let you have her sweet pussy, how will you earn her?”
“However you desire, sir.”
Redix flares his nostrils, pausing, relishing this. “Then suck my cock if you want to fuck my wife.”
Eagerly, Zar does. With no hesitation, he grabs Redix’s base, his whiskered lips plunging down his curving length. The sight makes me so wet, my sex starts pulsing. It’s obvious Zar’s good at this, and Redix throws his chin up, groaning in appreciation.
Luca admires their display before fisting Scarlett’s auburn strands. “My beautiful whore,” he taunts her. Her eyelids drop; she loves it. She fingers herself while Luca tugs his pants down, his shaft heavy and hard. “Do you want his wife, too?”
“Yes, sir.” She flicks her clit for him.
“Then show them. Show them what a sweet whore you are for me.”
Scarlett moans. She matches Zar. Fisting Luca’s shaft, her tongue shamelessly swirls over his swollen crown.
Standing side by side, Redix’s biceps brush Luca’s. Their thighs touch, too. It’s erotic. Their towering dual display. Their cocks surging hard together. Zar serving Redix. Scarlett serving Luca. Me, standing here. Waiting to be used. To be shared.
And Nick’s entranced. His eyes are glued to Redix’s curving shaft. To his man taking what he can of Redix in his mouth, in his gagging throat.
“Oh, fuck yes.” Redix gazes down at Zar, then over at Luca’s cock, at Scarlett, taking what she can of it, tears leaking from her eyes, spit drooling from her lips.
“Give it to him hard,” Luca growls, telling Redix. “He’s a skull pussy. He likes gagging on cock. Give it to him.”
Zar groans. Drips leak from his swollen tip, his cock rigid and ready. My thighs get weak watching it.
With Luca’s permission, Redix smirks. Cupping Zar’s head, he thrusts into his mouth, unrelenting, unleashing.
“Oh, fuck yes, he loves it,” Redix growls. “Show me. Suck me. Swallow every fucking drop of my cum if you want to fuck my hot wife.”
Nick grunts, pumping faster as moans escape my lips. And Zar’s. And Scarlett’s.
Luca commands Scarlett, taunting her, too, “You’re going to suck her clit like a good little whore while my stud fucks her pussy, aren’t you? Aren’t you my sweet whore, wanting my cock in your ass while you do it?”
Holy fuck, they’re so dirty, they’re hot.
Scarlett rolls her eyes, moaning.
Damn, she’s the perfect match for Luca. With her titles and training, she could inflict damage if she wanted to. She wouldn’t hesitate with any other man. But not with Luca. She loves him. She belongs with him. She craves serving him.
And Luca worships her. He’ll destroy for her. He’ll torture, maim, and relish pain for Scarlett.
“Cade,” Redix growls for me.
In two steps, I’m by his side. I’m kissing him, his tongue lashing mine while he caresses my breast, pinching my nipple and moaning into our mouths. Another man greedily sucks his cock, and Redix grunts, his teeth gently biting my lip as he comes in Zar’s throat. I know my husband’s sound; his desire is woven into mine .
He finishes over Zar’s tongue, then tugs his hair, staring down at him.
“Show me,” he demands. “Show me how you loved earning my wife.”
Zar smirks before parting his lips. He swallowed. He’s hard. He loved it.
Gently, Redix guides me down on the rug. “Get on all fours for him. The man’s earned it. He’s earned that sweet pussy to fuck.”
Luca tugs Scarlett’s hair. “Serve her, too.”
It’s a dance of bodies. Of Scarlett lying on the rug, facing up before I straddle her face. I stare at Luca while he kneels between Scarlett’s legs, and I feel Zar kneeling behind me while Luca calls, “Nick.”
Rising from the bed, Nick joins us. Carrying a bottle of lube—it’s so sexy—Nick’s done this before. You can tell. He hands the lube to Luca like it’s their ritual.
But I’m already soaked. I don’t need lube.
Not when I feel Zar nudging his fat tip into my entrance, teasing it there, rubbing that tingling, tender opening spot. Not when I relish Scarlett’s tongue hungrily circling my swollen clit.
She’s licking, panting into my sex while Luca preps her ass, rubbing her clit with his thumb.
I’m about to get lusciously fucked, watching Luca hug Scarlett’s legs to his chest. His slow plunge into her ass makes her moan ravenously into my pussy, taking Zar.
Zar’s relishing it, making me groan at his first long, slow plunge inside my aching walls. His rhythm is perfect, matching Scarlett’s tempo, her tongue slowly laving over my excited clit, then down to where we’re joined, teasing Zar’s shaft before she’s back, worshiping my screaming nub .
It’s care. It’s carnal. It’s crude and cosmic, as if our bodies were divined to do this.
It’s like once you’re brave enough to break earthly rules, you’ll find the heaven you’ve been searching for.
I moan. I rise on my knees, straddling Scarlett, taking Zar, and palming my breasts for Luca to relish while he fucks his wife’s ass.
I can hear Luca’s stud, Zar, sucking Nick off, and I can watch my husband, my beautiful husband, kneel beside us.
Redix grabs my neck, gently squeezing, gazing down at my body being lavished.
“Fuck,” he sighs. “Cade, you’re so beautiful. So beautiful when you’re a slut like this. Take it, baby. Take what you deserve.”
Our tangle of bodies is beautiful. Our sex is loud and primal. The tent is open, and I glance at others watching. Admiring. And when I feel my husband lower his mouth, latching his lips around my nipple, his suck so brutal and breathtaking…
I cry out.
I close my eyes.
I let it claim me.
This carnal urge. This wanton desire. This wild island. This vision of nude, moaning, intertwined bodies doing the same as us. This man in a black and gold mask, sitting on a chair, watching, lording over our sex.
He lures us even deeper, seducing us to fuck for him, possessing us to come for him. For his pleasure. For his ritual. For his island.