Resort Romance

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  Copyright© 2012 Berengaria Brown

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-179-4

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Marie Medina

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  In remembrance of Geoff, who taught me a lot about writing, and who adored flowers and gardens.

  RESORT ROMANCE

  Berengaria Brown

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  “Wow, this place is huge. There are three swimming pools. Three! And one has a waterfall and a beach. And there are gardens and walks, a bridge over the water, and a cinema and a gym. Tennis courts. A golf course. We’re only here for a week. We won’t have time to try even half these things.”

  Imogen’s hazel eyes were almost popping out of her head as she looked from the map of the resort to the various areas they were walking past.

  Liam scowled. “It’s all very well for you two. I’m the fair-skinned one here. I’ll be burned to a crisp in five minutes in this sun.” He pulled his dark glasses down over his blue eyes and hunched his shoulders deeper inside his long-sleeved T-shirt.

  “I brought sunblock—”

  “So did we. Lots of sunblock. Waterproof sunblock. And hats.” Gage spoke firmly. “We’ll be sensible and only stay out for half an hour at a time.”

  Imogen’s joy evaporated in an instant. God, he sounds just like my father. “No going near the water for an hour after eating. Keep your hat on at all times. No more than fifteen minutes in the sun. No talking to other children.” All I ever wanted to do was run and play on the water’s edge like the other kids!

  “Imogen!”

  With a start she came out of her reverie and looked at Gage and Liam. They had stopped in front of a cabin, the end one in a block of four, with huge bushes covered in vivid pink flowers out front of it.

  “Aren’t they wonderful!” She waved at the flowers, but the men had already opened the door and were pulling their luggage inside.

  Well, hell. It’s a good thing I decided to come away with them to test our compatibility. It looks like this relationship is not going to work, at least from my point of view. She sighed, then rolled her suitcase through the doorway behind them.

  ****

  Gage and Liam dumped their suitcases on the luggage racks and then looked around the small cabin. Imogen opened her case and hung up her clothes, put her underwear away neatly in the chest of drawers, and unpacked her cosmetics and took them into the bathroom.

  Once there she washed her face and brushed out her waist-length brown hair, then rebraided it into a neat plait.

  She was just checking the floor and sink to make sure no stray hairs had fallen when she caught Gage’s eyes in the mirror. His long, lanky body was leaning against the doorjamb, his dark eyes were hot and his face screamed his desire to eat her up. Imogen’s heart started beating faster, and she felt cream drip from her core to her panties.

  God, he’s hot. That dark, tanned skin is so lickable. And his eyes—hell, they should be registered as lethal weapons.

  “Liam’s hungry. What say we check out the restaurants here, then after lunch take a walk around the resort and make some plans for tomorrow?”

  “Yes, sure. Am I okay like this or should I change into a dress?”

  “You look fine. In fact, you look better than fine.” Gage stepped closer to her and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. “You always look delicious. No one would know you just arrived after a four-hour flight. You look as pretty as always.”

  “Thank you.”

  Liam had unpacked a hat from his luggage and slapped it onto his head as they left the cabin, but Imogen was careful not to comment on it. Instead she pointed once again to the bush of bright pink flowers. “Aren’t they beautiful?”

  “Bougainvillea. Yeah, nice,” commented Liam. “And look over there. There must be half a dozen different kinds of palm tree.”

  Arguing happily over whether or not a palmetto was really a palm tree, the three walked back toward the main building where they knew there was a restaurant as well as a bar that sold snacks.

  “I think the map said one of the pools has a café beside it too,” Imogen said as they approached the restaurant.

  “I like the idea of sitting beside the pool with a glass of something long, cold and fruity.”

  “With an umbrella in it?” Gage teased Liam.

  “Of course!”

  The restaurant was open for extended hours with breakfast from seven until eleven, lunch from noon to three thirty, and dinner from five to midnight. The bar’s hours were even longer, from 6 a.m. until 2 a.m.

  “It doesn’t look like you’ll starve, Liam,” Gage joked, only to have the bartender answer seriously, “You can order over the phone, and we’ll bring any of the bar snacks to your cabin whenever you wish, sir.”

  After lunch they followed the pathways down the east side of the resort, through the gardens at the end of the property, then back up the west side as far as their cabin. The setting was truly beautiful with lush plants everywhere and the cabins half hidden among the foliage. Each cabin had its own tiny patio with a couple of chairs and a table surrounded by greenery giving the illusion of solitude and privacy.

  “I think we should stay inside during the hottest part of the day, which is now,” said Liam, swiping the keycard and opening their cabin door.

  “I’m sure we’ll think of something to do,” added Gage.

  Imogen suddenly felt nervous. She’d known Liam and Gage for over six months and been to bed with them three times. They were totally scrumptious to look at and very considerate sexual partners, so each time had been very good, but her brain still had difficulty getting around the whole concept of two men, one woman. She knew the two men were partnered to each other. They made no secret about being bisexuals in a gay relationship, so it wasn’t as if this was going to be a happily ever after deal for her. But having had a twenty-year, close-up view of her parents’ marriage before she moved away from home, there was no way she would ever marry anyone anyway. She had enough hang-ups already, thanks to her father’s obsession for neatness, to ever risk becoming emotionally or financially dependent on another person. But some hot sex. Oh yeah, she was ready for hot, sweaty, multiple-orgasm sex, which these two men had provided extremely well.

  Gage’s bossy streak was a worry though. I won’t let him dominate me the way Dad dominated Mom. He is not going to order every second of my life. But sex. Hell, yes. I’m ready for a week of orgasms. And maybe even some form of ongoing relationship that includes regular sex.

  Imogen followed the men inside the cabin and closed the door. Liam and Gage had turned to face her and were looking at her closely.

  “You know what we want to do?”

  “Both of us inside you together.”

  “Yes, I know. It’s said to give the woman intense pleasure, and I’m ready to try it. I’ve really enjoyed sucking one of you while the other fucks me. I love your cocks and your different tastes, but double penetration—the very idea of sex with both of you inside me together—makes me hotter than hell.”

  Before Imogen could take another breath, the two men surrounded her. Two hot, hard bodies pressed ag
ainst her—one in front and one behind. Four arms held her tightly and two sets of lips whispered across her skin, one on her cheeks and the other on her neck.

  “Oh you will enjoy it. We can promise you the best orgasm you’ve ever had. When we’re both inside you, I can feel Liam’s cock and he can feel mine. The tissues separating us are very thin and very sensitive. You’ll feel our every twitch and pulse as we stroke deeper and deeper in you, bringing you closer and closer to the ultimate climax.”

  Imogen shivered. Gage’s sexy voice was bringing her pretty close to an orgasm with every word he spoke, and cream was already dripping from her pussy onto her panties. Deep inside her core a throbbing drumbeat had begun to draw her ever nearer to the climax Gage promised.

  Behind her, Liam kneeled and slipped her feet out of her sandals, then pressed hot lips to her legs, kissing his way up them to her knees. He licked all around her knee and then butterfly kissed the sensitive skin at the back of her knee.

  “Oh God, that feels good,” she whispered, clutching Gage’s waist to support her suddenly wobbly legs.

  Gage slid his hands under her T-shirt and trailed his fingers up, up, up, over her bellybutton, over her ribs, until finally they rested under her breasts.

  “Touch them,” she begged him. But he ignored her and stroked his hands up and down her spine, rubbing circles and spirals across her back as he went.

  Meanwhile Liam had swapped to her other leg and was licking and sucking the back of that knee now. I never knew knees were sexy, she thought as her brain started to fry from the combined heat of the men’s touches.

  Liam pulled her thighs apart and she staggered as her legs almost refused to hold her upright any longer. He held her thighs firmly and began nibbling the oh-so-delicate skin of her inner thighs.

  Gage finally slid his hands under her bra and rested his palms over her breasts. Imogen sighed with relief at the hot touch just exactly where she needed it most.

  But her relief was short-lived as the coiling, fiery ball of need deep inside her was demanding more. Much more.

  She became aware of a very large cock in easy reach of her hands, but her legs were so weak from all the emotions coiling through her body she wondered if she would fall over if she let go of Gage’s waist.

  Taking a deep breath, Imogen popped the buttons of Gage’s pants and slid the zipper down. His tighty whities outlined his cock to perfection, and she almost drooled as she lifted it out of its wrapping and cupped it in her hands. The vein was throbbing and the head a dark red. As she ran her fingers up the long stalk of his erection, a tiny pearl of pre-cum gathered in the eye. Gently she smoothed her fingers over the head of his cock and rubbed the moisture into the cap.

  Before she could lean forward and lick his cock, Gage pulled her T-shirt over her head and said, “I think it’s time to move this party to the bed.”

  Liam gripped both sides of her knee-length shorts and pulled them down, helping her to step out of them before he started undressing himself.

  Imogen neatly folded the quilt down on the bed, then folded it again into quarters, then eighths, and placed it on the two-seater couch.

  Gage shrugged out of the rest of his clothes and Liam rummaged in his luggage and came out holding a box of condoms and a tube of lube.

  Gage picked Imogen up and gently placed her in the middle of the bed, then snuggled up behind her, nuzzling her shoulder and back with his face and pressing soft kisses onto her skin. Liam dropped his supplies on the nightstand then slithered across the bed, hard against Imogen so she was held between the two men.

  “On your front,” ordered Gage, and they rolled her over. Then Liam settled himself across her legs and began playing with her ass. He stroked and patted her cheeks, bent over to kiss the base of her spine, then slid his hands higher to massage her shoulder blades.

  As his hands moved up her body, Gage took over the action on her ass, patting and stroking, licking and sucking, separating her cheeks and rubbing his fingers down the crack.

  But Liam is sitting there. How can Gage reach? Hmm, maybe he’s lying down?

  Imogen twisted her neck, trying to look over her shoulder, but warm hands pushed her head down onto the pillow and Liam whispered, “Relax. Enjoy. You’re going to love this.”

  Liam lay beside her and slid his hand between her body and the bed sheets, stroking her breast and ribs, then finding her nipple and tweaking it.

  Imogen began breathing heavily as desire cranked up once more in her belly and slippery fingers slid inside her rectum. First one finger, twisting and turning and lubing the walls of her hot, dark channel, then two fingers were inside her, stretching and massaging the tissues.

  But Imogen could no longer think. Mouths were on her back and her shoulders. Fingers were playing with her breast and her ass. Another hand was rubbing her hip. And Liam’s soft voice kept whispering in her ear about how much he loved to touch her and how hot she was making him.

  Liam let go of her briefly and snapped a condom on his cock, then rolled on his back and pulled Imogen over his body.

  “Slide on down, honey.”

  “At last,” she breathed, and held his cock at her channel. He was very big and stretched her walls as he went in, but it felt so good to be filled with a hot, hard man.

  “You feel so good.”

  “It’s only going to get better.” Gage slathered lube over his condom-covered cock, then rested his big hand against her back so she lay flat on top of Liam. He held her ass cheeks apart and ordered, “Breathe out, Imogen.” She did and he pressed into her ass.

  Slowly he pushed in, popping through the ring of muscles and then sliding easily the rest of the way.

  “Feel good?” asked Liam.

  “Tight. Full. Stretched. But yes, all in a good way.”

  “Excellent. Hang on for the ride of your life.”

  Imogen stretched her legs out behind her along Liam’s body, while Gage was almost kneeling behind her.

  The men held each other’s shoulders, pinning her tightly between them, then together they pulled out, very, very slowly, almost all the way until only the heads of their cocks remained inside her. Then they slid back inside again, filling and stretching her in the most wonderful way. They held that position for long moments before withdrawing again.

  In microscopic increments they slid back inside her, giving that delightful stretched feeling. Then out. And in. Out and in. Moving faster now and pushing harder, but still totally synchronized with each other.

  Imogen had never felt so full, so stretched, so—possessed before, but she needed more. It all felt wonderful, but she needed to come. Held so firmly between the men, she could scarcely move. However, she could stretch her tongue out to lick Liam’s chest. Long, slow licks in time with the men’s thrusting. She flicked one of his flat little nipples, such a dark pink against his pale skin. After two flicks of her tongue it was standing up like a firm, ripe, little berry.

  Maintaining the tempo with her tongue, she wiggled one arm free and wrapped it backward so she could stroke Gage’s side.

  The men pushed inside her harder now, their strokes faster and deeper. Imogen rested her head on Liam’s chest. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move, could scarcely breathe. The coil of tension in her wound ever tighter. A burning need to come built and built in her core, pressing outward through her body.

  The orgasm crashed through her, exploding out her arms, her legs, nearly blowing the top off her head. Imogen’s entire body shook so hard she thought her teeth would break. Her cunt clenched around Liam’s cock like a vise, and even through the thin latex she felt the heat of his cum bursting into her.

  Her ass muscles grabbed hold of Gage’s cock, and she could feel the force of his eruption inside her too.

  Her body shook and shook as the orgasm continued to roll through her. Then Liam was forcing his hand down between their bodies. He pinched her clit hard, and she screamed as a second orgasm burst from her even though she was still quaking
from the first one.

  For a moment she almost blacked out, then she dragged a breath deep into her empty lungs and allowed her body to sag down onto Liam’s.

  “I told you it would be good,” said a cocky voice behind her.

  “Hell, yes,” she gasped.

  The three stayed in a tangle of sweaty limbs for long minutes before Gage withdrew from her, slapped her lightly on the ass, and said, “Okay, time for a shower, I think.”

  Imogen crawled off Liam and staggered into the bathroom, leaning against the wall while the men got the water running properly, then soaped and sponged her all over.

  “Nap,” she muttered, stumbling back into the bedroom and dropping onto the bed. In mere seconds she was sound asleep.

  Chapter Two

  An hour later they were all awake again.

  “Can we go swimming now? The hottest part of the day has passed and it’s a couple of hours since we ate,” asked Imogen.

  “That stuff about not swimming after eating is an old wives’ tale. It was disproved in the 1960s.”

  “Really? I never knew that,” she replied.

  Gage shot her a piercing look, but it was Liam who answered the first part of her question. “When we walked past the pool with the beach I saw it has beach umbrellas, so we could go there.”

  They bustled around slathering on sunscreen, dressing in swimwear and collecting hats, towels and sunglasses. Imogen made the bed neatly before getting fully dressed again over her black one-piece bathers.

  Gage watched her make the bed but said nothing and made no move to help her.

  They took a short cut through the middle of the resort to get to the pool with the beach and saw the pathway to the labyrinth. “Oh, we must try that out,” said Imogen.