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  He snorted and disentangled her arms, pressing her forward again so that her upper body fell prone across the deck and her nipples scraped the warm, rough surface. The move brought her feet off the floor of the pool and her ass up out of the water.

  “The only head that’s hard here is my cock, and I’m going to fuck you with it like you’ve never been fucked before. Maybe that’ll make you understand just what you’re giving up in order to have the movie star.”

  She started to stand upright. “But, Kol, I—”

  He held her down with a firm, hot palm. His free hand moved lower in a long caressing sweep to her buttocks. The unexpected smack on her ass made her blink. But given the level of the water just below the curve of her rear, the water’s surface had slowed down the velocity of his hand, causing a splash to accompany the whack.

  Nonetheless, his intent only added fuel to the flames smoldering in her loins. Spankings were one of her greatest weaknesses, never failing to turn her on. “Oh, God…” she panted, clamping her eyelids shut.

  “You love it, don’t you, babe? You get off on being bad, just like today in the car, just like on the beach with him. All so you can be punished.”

  “No, I…”

  “Bad girl…like this.” Kol slid a finger down over her tailbone until he located her puckered asshole. She jolted, letting out a mewling scream of ecstasy when he sank the digit slowly, maddeningly, into her wet anus.

  Kiona’s nipples tingled as they scraped the wet surface of the pool’s edge. Her head arched back. She stared up at the emerging stars, feeling much like a blazing celestial body, glowing, burning, shooting haphazardly across space. “Yes, yes.”

  He pulled back just far enough to leave the very tip of his cock in her pussy. Kol knew she always craved simultaneous penetration, so it was with a sigh of anticipation that she felt him also withdraw his finger. He poised the tip of the digit and his shaft at the entry of each hole, then slid his other hand around the curve of her hip and found her pearl.

  Fluttering around the tiny bulk with the tip of his finger, he whispered, “My beautiful Ki, you know I love you. I love you so much. How will I ever bear life without you?”

  He didn’t give her time to answer or protest his mistaken question. Her cry of ecstasy carried on the night breeze when he sank the digit and his cock into her damp, aching orifices in one coupled motion. Her inner muscles clamped down on him while he played havoc with her clitoris, strumming her like he might an ukelele. She sang out in musical response, her moans and groans a blend of long notes and staccato-like ragged breaths.

  “You know I love you too,” she panted, twitching when the first ripple of orgasm gathered deep in her womb. “You’re not going to be without—ooh, I’m going to…”

  Kol increased the speed, fucking both holes with fervor and expertise. She welcomed him deep inside her core, meeting his thrusts with a frantic need, almost as if it had been weeks, perhaps months, since she’d had sex. He filled her up, the tip of his shaft abrading her soaked G-spot while his finger stimulated the sensitive nerves inside her ass. Her womb flooded with wet heat and the heaviness of full arousal, the sweet, sweet rise of climax.

  “That’s it, baby, one last time, soak my cock with your hot honey.” He continued to penetrate her ass with the finger of one hand while he swirled the index finger of his other hand swiftly around her clit. She could swear she heard the coming climax roaring all around her as he sped up the stroking motions. The power of it surged in her system, rushing right down to her very toes. “Squeeze that hot ass of yours around my finger while I screw you mindless.”

  “Aah!” The deep carnal cry seemed to come from afar, from some wild animal lurking off in the tropical forest. But somewhere in the fragmented thoughts and fiery flames engulfing her entire body, she realized it was her own release.

  The unbearable pleasure assaulted her senses in a relentless swell of ecstasy. She dragged in a breath, letting the waning waves wash through her as she held his aroused-male essence inside her lungs. The warmth of his body blanketed her backside, the cooling water embraced her lower half, and the winds blew through her damp hair. Her nipples felt raw and tingly from their continued abrasion over the pool’s edge. She rose up and turned her head, searching for his mouth, knowing by the fullness within her and Kol’s frantic thrusts that he was very close to his own release.

  He removed his finger from her rectum and gathered her close. With her mouth against his, she murmured, “Come, my love. Fill me up with your hot—”

  “Well, well, well. Isn’t this quite the pre-wedding tryst? Only the man you seem to be screwing isn’t your fiancé.”

  Kol drew in a swift intake of air. It resembled a bear growling in challenge at an intruder interrupting his meal. “What the fuck? Who invited you?”

  Kiona whipped her head around with a gasp and pushed herself out of Kol’s arms so that he withdrew from her. She dipped beneath the water and covered her breasts with the pool’s edge, and stared in amazement at the man standing at the border of her patio. Moonlight spilled down to spotlight his charming good looks. The evening breeze ruffled his longish blond hair lending him a roguish look that had her heart thumping in her chest. He wore the same jeans and snug T-shirt he’d had on earlier, which had suspicion settling in Kiona’s gut like burning whiskey.

  How long had Mitch been standing there? Had he been watching them make love in the pool?

  The thought of it ignited a heaviness in her breasts and a delicious yet forbidden quickening in her loins. From across the space, his gaze glowered in the dim night. It was as if she sat in a movie theater and gawked at him on the big screen in all his splendid, stunning, male glory, making young and mature women alike swoon and fantasize about being in his arms, feeling those lips on theirs. Her gaze dropped to his crotch where she could swear she could detect the outline of a hard-on.

  Those women, no doubt, also fantasized about that impressive cock sinking deep between their thighs, just as I have dreamed of it…

  Her eyelids went heavy at the thought. No, she could not think that way. The marriage would be in name only, she and Kol would finally be together, and Mitch would lead his own private life, including her only in those carefully planned paparazzi moments.

  “Mitch…”

  He swaggered forward—the cowboy in the movie confronting his nemesis—and stopped right above her. His intent, probing look seemed to caress her breasts through the water and ignite each tip into a flame. She drew in a lungful of air and caught his clean, rich smell. Behind her, Kol muttered something unintelligible and started to move away, but she caught his hand behind her.

  “What are you doing here?” she demanded, not liking the breathy edge to her voice.

  Mitch hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans and lifted a brow. “Well? Have you told him yet?”

  “Yeah, remember? I already heard.” Kol jerked his hand from hers and pushed through the water. He pulled himself onto the side of the pool right next to Mitch’s feet…naked with his delicious erection poking his abdomen. “You think you’re going to marry her.”

  Mitch folded his arms over his chest. “According to the contract, there ain’t no think to it.”

  Rage and confusion erupted in Kiona’s heart when she looked from Mitch’s arrogant expression to Kol’s pained one. “I’ll handle this, Mitch. Alone. I don’t need your help to explain to him—” The ring of her cell phone in the kitchen sounded through the open patio door. “Damn. I have to get that. It’s probably Father. Or Malia. She’s apparently got something more to tell me about Heloki.”

  “Figures. If it’s not this—” Kol jerked a thumb at Mitch, “—arrogant asshole interrupting us, it’s your nosy makuakane.”

  “Turn around, Mitch,” she snarled, glaring up at him. “Hurry, before the call goes to voice-mail.”

  The phone stopped ringing, but instantly started up again. If Malia was anything at all, she was at least persistent.

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bsp; Mitch rolled his eyes heavenward and turned. “Make it quick.”

  Kiona pulled herself from the pool and raced to where her clothes sat in a pile just inside the door. She bent and gathered them up, covering herself. Turning, she called out, “Don’t you dare leave, Kol. I’ll be right back, and then we will talk about this. Tonight.”

  Chapter Five

  With Mitch’s back to him, Nakolo got a full-on view of a firm, jean-clad ass. Images assaulted his brain…his hands exploring those hard mounds, his fingers probing between them…followed by his cock.

  Cursing under his breath, Nakolo snapped, “I won’t let her marry you.”

  Mitch whirled around, his hands fisted at his sides. Something about it took Nakolo by surprise and made his own hands flex with want. “I think she’s already made her choice.”

  He dragged himself up, getting to his feet, dripping nakedness and all, and faced Mitch in a mirrored stance. “She’s mine.”

  Mitch let out a snort. His gorgeous eyes twinkled with humor. “Tonight, maybe. But come this weekend, she’ll be mine.”

  “You fucking egotistical prick.”

  Without so much as a flinch at the insult, Mitch shrugged. “What can I say? It goes with the job.”

  Nakolo had no way of knowing if Kiona had informed Mitch of his unemployed status, but he was sure that underneath those cocky words, Mitch had also meant to say, “At least I have a respectable job—a multi-million-dollar one, at that.”

  He might as well have punched Nakolo below the belt, right in his manhood. No one prided himself on hard work and keeping a job more than Nakolo did. Nakolo could argue he was at least bartending until something better came along. But to have this narcissistic man insult Nakolo’s male honor snapped the very thin thread of control he’d been holding on to. Rage such as he’d never felt before, boiled deep in his soul and erupted with a drawn-out growl.

  There was no stopping him. He attacked.

  Using an old football move, he ducked and rammed his shoulder into Mitch’s stomach, snarling like a crazed wolf as he pushed with all his strength. Taken unaware, Mitch’s breath was knocked from his lungs and he stumbled backward, grappling and wrapping his arms around Nakolo’s shoulders to keep from falling.

  The two tumbled into the pool with a huge splash.

  But Nakolo was one step ahead. He yanked Mitch up, spitting and sputtering, and spun him around so his back blanketed Nakolo’s naked frontside. He locked his arms around Mitch’s shoulders, slamming Mitch’s lean, slightly taller form against Nakolo’s muscled one.

  He couldn’t have missed Mitch’s sharp yet subtle intake of breath if he’d tried. It was like sensual music to Nakolo’s ears, as was the shallow breathing that ensued. Curiously, Mitch only struggled for a few seconds, and weakly at that.

  Ah, so the tabloid gossip was true…

  Nakolo inhaled, surprised to find himself intoxicated by the scent of chlorine rising up off hot male flesh. He tightened his hold, jerking Mitch back against his raging erection. Mitch had interrupted, showing up right as Nakolo had been climbing toward the peak of release. It wouldn’t take much more to make Nakolo blow, especially with his cock rubbing against the roughened, jean-clad ass of Mitch Wulfrum.

  “Hmm, I get the distinct feeling you like this.” No doubt about it, Nakolo liked it, that was for damn sure. In fact, holding a man in his arms proved way more exciting than it had in his dreams. There was something ironic and even sensual about the feel of Mitch’s soggy, clothed body pressed along Nakolo’s bare flesh. Hardness beneath the wetness, strength beneath the stilted anger that screamed all man. It was enough to turn any straight man gay, to the point of never looking back.

  Mitch struggled, his biceps flexing as he pulled against Nakolo’s bear-hug hold. “Goddamn it,” he growled, twisting so that water splashed and his ass rubbed harder against Nakolo’s cock. “Let me fucking go.”

  Some sort of demon seemed to possess Nakolo. He’d been curious and had fantasized all his life about being with a man. Now here he was in the near-dark with a sweet tropical breeze whirling through the palm fronds and a famous hunk in his arms—and alone in a swimming pool, no less, with Mitch’s firm ass grinding over Nakolo’s aching rod. It was as if a blazing drum beat in his loins, the flame igniting higher, hotter, before he’d even been able to discern the tempo. If his cock throbbed any harder, and if Mitch fought him any longer, he’d embarrass himself and explode right here in the pool.

  “The rumors are true then, aren’t they?” Nakolo whispered in Mitch’s ear.

  Kiona’s husky voice drifted out to Nakolo as she talked on her cell phone just inside the door. Mitch’s guilty silence met Nakolo’s ears. Feeling a twinge of recklessness, a fleeting, depraved thought flashed in his brain.

  Can’t wait for her to come out here and see him in my arms. How will she react? Will she tell him to fuck off and shove the marriage up his ass?

  His heart raced with glee, thumping inside his chest. He gave Mitch a jerking squeeze to get his attention. “Answer me.”

  Mitch spoke through clenched teeth, but Nakolo noted he relaxed, finally leaning into Nakolo’s arousal. “I’m not gay, goddamn it. Now let me go.”

  “Let you go? Ha. I bet that’s the last thing you want.”

  Nakolo couldn’t stop himself if he tried. What did he have to lose? He clutched Mitch tighter with one arm, so much so that his cock finally became wedged between Mitch’s ass cheeks like a hot dog inside a soggy, but very hot bun. Nakolo lowered his free hand, skimming it down across his hip beneath the water.

  And he closed his hand over the rock-hard, denim-covered shaft.

  “Hmm, seems you have a flaming hard-on. With a man holding you against his erection, I might add. I’d say that means something.”

  Mitch’s shallow breathing was interrupted only by faint moans as Nakolo stroked him up and down through the jeans. “Stop. Just stop,” he hissed. “I was watching you two get it on. What man wouldn’t get hard with front row seats to an exotic Hawaiian porno movie in the making?”

  Nakolo pressed his mouth against Mitch’s ear. He sucked the salty earlobe in between his lips. With his teeth clamped to the tip, he murmured, “True, but still, you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

  When Mitch didn’t answer, Nakolo shoved his hand down Mitch’s pants and closed his palm around Mitch’s stiff, bare penis. Wow, talk about reckless. Nakolo had reacted without thinking, and had finally copped his first feel of a cock in his hand—one that, for once, was not his own. And how empowering it was! So fucking exciting and sexy!

  Mitch groaned an animal sound that said it all. His head plopped backward onto Nakolo’s shoulder, and Nakolo gazed upon the most handsome profile he’d ever seen. Oh, he’d seen it on the screen before, but nothing could compare to a front-row seat.

  Mitch’s eyelids finally fluttered shut in surrender. “Mmm…”

  Nakolo’s libido leaped into overdrive. He closed his hand tighter around the bulk, stroking up and down his length as best as he could within the confines of the jeans.

  “You’re bi then…like me. Aren’t you?” he rasped, flicking his thumb over the mushroomed head.

  Mitch’s hand cupped Nakolo’s outside the pants, urging him to keep caressing. His words contradicted his actions. “No, no…”

  “Oh yes, you can’t fool me anymore. But for now, it’s our little secret. Kiona doesn’t even know about me yet—or about you, does she?”

  Mitch panted, shaking his head. He started grinding his hips in a circular motion, fucking Nakolo’s hand. Mitch’s silky shaft twitched within Nakolo’s tight palm, and it was apparent—oh, God, was this really happening?—it wouldn’t take much more to jack him off to orgasm.

  “I knew it, you’re just like me,” Nakolo insisted in a low voice for Mitch’s ears only, delighting in the shuddering response it elicited. “You’re torn between cunt and cock. You fantasize about dicks all the time, but can’t have them—won’t let yourself. You
crave both women and men. At the same time…”

  He shook his head vehemently, but still didn’t make a concerted effort to escape. “You’re delusional.”

  “Uh-uh, it takes one to recognize one.” Keeping one ear trained on Kiona’s chattering inside the house, he dragged his lips up Mitch’s neck, devouring the clean flesh as he went, a vampire searching for a throbbing artery. With his nose buried in the damp, shampoo-scented blond strands of hair, Nakolo growled, “I’ve seen it on the movie screen, sensed it studying your pictures in the tabloids. Hell, I feel it now, just as real as I feel your hot body trembling against my hard-on. I could come just like this. And so could you.”

  “No.”

  “Oh, yes. You can’t fool me. Man, would I love to plunge into this nice, tight ass of yours while you’re fucking her snug little pussy. Doesn’t that sound hot?” To demonstrate his suggestion, he ground his cock deeper in between the soaked, cloth-covered ass cheeks. “Mmm-hmm, or maybe suck your huge cock while you suck mine. Or how about I eat her sweet, drenching cunt while you tongue-fuck my asshole and ready it for you to sink your cock into me?”

  Nakolo couldn’t believe his own boldness and the shocking words coming from his mouth. But goddamn, was it ever a turn-on to let loose, to finally speak what had always been in his heart, and to at last feel the hardness of a man in his arms.

  Mitch made a noise from deep in his throat that suspiciously resembled euphoria. Encouraged, Nakolo went on, “Doesn’t that sound hot? Doesn’t it make you want to—?”

  “Kol. What in the world are you doing?” Kiona had wrapped herself in a terrycloth, white robe. She stood on the edge of the pool staring down at them. Her dark eyes were wide and disbelieving, her gaze probing the water’s murky surface in the area where his hand explored. She obviously attempted to peer through the dim night and discover just what the movements were beneath the water.

  Caught. He’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar…so to speak.