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  “Exactly what I was thinking,” replied Liam.

  Imogen kneeled down and began reading each brick in turn, gradually working her way along each row from the bottom up, and from left to right along the rows of bricks. Many bricks were a family name with the names of various family members, which she assumed was to remember their vacation here, or just their entire family. A few were to deceased parents or grandparents. But some were very different. Mother Teresa was mentioned, as was Aung San Suu Kyi, John Lennon, Martin Luther King, and Abraham Lincoln. There was one to Lassie, and Imogen wondered if that was the original television story dog, or a family pet.

  Imogen settled onto her haunches, thinking. Her parents had certainly turned her into the person she was today. There was no doubt about that. They had loved her—still did love her. But her mother was totally consumed in pleasing her father, to the extent she’d pretty much lost any personality of her own. And her father’s love was an overpowering need to control everything about his family. So not her parents. She didn’t want to immortalize them in a memory wall.

  A historical figure? While Imogen had a great deal of respect for people like Mother Teresa, they hadn’t impacted her life really. She saw them as wonderful people, but not an intrinsic part of who she was.

  Not any of her employers. She was grateful for having been given her first job, which had enabled her to move away from home, but she’d worked damn hard for everything she’d gotten from them. And her father had never allowed her to have a pet, not even a fish aquarium, so no “Lassie” either.

  So who could she dedicate her brick to? Who had molded and shaped her into the woman she was today? Everyone she’d ever met—and no one.

  “Have you decided yet, Imogen? Or do you need to think about it for a while?” asked Liam.

  “I’m still thinking,” she replied.

  “Yeah, me too. How about we keep walking? We were supposed to be looking at this part of the resort and got sidetracked,” said Gage.

  Imogen allowed herself to be drawn back onto the path by the two men, but she was still mulling over the idea that she’d never had a real mentor. Even thinking back to when she was in school, she’d always been a quiet, serious student, doing her set work and staying out of trouble. And again, there was no special teacher she credited with setting her on a career path or anything like that.

  “What about you, Liam? Have you decided what will be on your brick?” she asked.

  “It’s more I’ve decided what won’t be on it. Not my extended family, most of whom got all upset when I announced I was gay. I had the most wonderful grandmother a small boy could ever have. We had awesome times together. But she died when I was only seven years old, so that isn’t really applicable here either,” he said.

  “I have to agree. My parents are good folks, but haven’t taken well to the idea I won’t be giving them a pack of grandchildren. Their attention now is focused on my sister and her two children. Which is fine by me. I was thinking of some great statesman. Mahatma Ghandi maybe,” said Gage.

  “That’s an interesting choice? Why him?” asked Imogen.

  “He taught the world that it’s possible to disagree with the powers-that-be without shooting people. Non-violence. I like that idea.”

  What an interesting comment coming from Mr. Bossy himself.

  As they walked through the resort they spoke of various other great leaders from nations around the world. But to Imogen, none of them seemed just right for her brick.

  ****

  The last few days of their vacation raced by. Gage’s tanned skin was an even darker brown, Imogen had a light golden-brown glow over her body, and Liam’s skin was as white as ever.

  “No one is going to believe I’ve been away.”

  “Well, it’s better than going home looking like a boiled lobster,” quipped Gage.

  “Tell them you spent the entire time in a nightclub,” advised Imogen.

  “Thanks, guys. So kind.”

  “It’s our last full day here, Imogen. What do you want to do today?”

  “Walk through the gardens again, then swim in all three pools.”

  “Is that all? You can suggest anything you wish. This is your vacation too and today’s the last complete day so it may as well be memorable. Would you like us to come with you in the labyrinth? I know you were disappointed when I crushed that idea. I’m sorry I acted that way. It was rude of me to answer you like that no matter what I thought about a labyrinth garden. I know you walked through by yourself, but would you like to show it to us as well?”

  Imogen thought for a few moments. She had finally accepted that she was in love with them. All her thinking about a memorial brick had led her to decide the only brick she was interested in making was one with Gage, Liam, and her names on it. Not that she’d mentioned that to the men. She wasn’t sure that was a good thing though, or that the relationship would last once they returned to their homes and their jobs. But for now she knew they both loved and cared for her, anticipated her needs, put her pleasure above their own, and sincerely wanted her to be happy. I want them to be happy too. She was especially touched by Gage’s comment about the labyrinth. It showed what a kind heart he had that he would apologize so unreservedly and offer to go with her, even though he knew she’d already been to see it.

  “I would like to show you both the labyrinth. It’s such a beautiful, restful place. We can do that later today. But for right now, maybe some sexy games? Also, I’d like to have you both inside me together again. That was extra good.”

  “Oohh, some role playing. I can go with that idea,” said Liam.

  Gage nodded then stood in front of Imogen and began the game. “Inside this room you must be naked. You are not to wear clothes when we are alone in here.”

  “Why?”

  “Because we love to look at your body.”

  “And we want instant access so we can touch you or fuck you whenever we want.”

  “Yeah, okay, but you both have to be naked all the time too.”

  “What?”

  “Well, I like looking at you too. I like touching you too. And it’s not as if you can fuck me if you’re wearing pants, is it?”

  Liam laughed, spoiling the tension of the game, but was quick to pull off the pants he had so recently put on. “Like this?”

  Gage swept Imogen off her feet, flung her over his shoulder and marched to the bed. With a sharp swat at her ass, he lifted her sundress over her head, while Liam undid her sandals and pulled them off.

  Understanding her needs, he set the sandals neatly side by side under a chair and folded the sundress tidily on the seat.

  Imogen was busy pulling Gage’s shirt off, and Liam arrived in time to unbuckle Gage’s belt and unzip his pants.

  They soon shed their underwear, then Imogen said very tentatively, “There is one thing…”

  “Name it.”

  “One of the women at work said she could put her clit inside the eye of her partner’s cock and it was really erotic.”

  “She actually did that?”

  “Well, that’s what she said.”

  “Fuck. That sounds sexy. I was going to tie you up, but we may need you to be able to move around to make this work,” said Gage.

  “The first step would be getting your clit as big as possible,” said Liam.

  “Oh, I know just the way to do that.” Gage gently pushed her down flat on the bed and spread her legs. He wiggled down the bed, put his hands under her butt, and drew her clit into his mouth.

  He circled it with his tongue, brushing the hood aside, then sucked hard.

  Imogen gasped. She could feel her clit growing harder and thicker in his mouth. As he nibbled on it with his teeth, she started to writhe. Her clit was so sensitive and hot. Moisture dripped from her pussy onto Gage’s face. She was burning with need already and Gage had hardly touched her.

  Gage lifted his head and looked at Liam. Imogen had one elbow under her to watch them both too. Liam’
s eyes were burning and his hand was stroking his cock.

  “Fuck, that’s a turn-on.”

  “Slide over her and put her clit in your cock,” Gage instructed Liam, moving aside.

  But it wasn’t that easy. They were all trying to watch and the men’s heads were in the way. Finally Gage pushed Imogen flat on the bed. “Stop trying to look. Just feel.”

  Gage slid his legs under Imogen’s ass to raise her up a bit, then made Liam lie across them both. “Brace yourself on your hands, then you stay still too,” he ordered.

  With everyone’s hands and heads out of the way it was easy for Gage to guide Liam’s cock to Imogen’s clit and slip the clit into his slit.

  “Damn, that’s wicked.” Liam slid his hips back and forth a little over Imogen’s clit.

  Finally Imogen grabbed Liam’s arms. “Either finish me off or give Gage a turn. I can’t hold on much longer.”

  “Damn, I could stay there all day. It feels so good.” Nonetheless Liam climbed off Imogen and took Gage’s place holding her butt up as Gage maneuvered himself over her and Liam directed her clit into his cock.

  Having had the opportunity to watch Liam, Gage got the idea much faster and soon Liam was running Imogen’s clit up and down the eye of Gage’s cock. Liam pressed his own cock between her butt cheeks and soon the three of them had a gentle rhythm going.

  Hands not in use to balance their bodies were soon rubbing each other’s nipples. Necks craned and stretched so mouths could lick and kiss and suck. And very, very slowly the tension rose and rose.

  Imogen was first. “I’m going to come.”

  “Well come then, sweetie.” Gage pinched her nipple and she did.

  The very act of watching them both was enough for Liam, and his cock, tangled between their three bodies, jerked, shuddered and spasmed, releasing a stream of thick white cum.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” whispered Gage, watching Liam and Imogen come, his cock jetting its semen onto Imogen’s belly.

  For long moments the three lay together in a tangle of limbs.

  “Oh no, what a mess,” said Imogen.

  “A shower will fix it.”

  “No, the sheets…”

  “Don’t worry about them, we’ll change the bed. Relax.” Liam kissed her gently. “You have to relax. The world will not end if something gets dirty or messy.”

  “And it’s not like the maid won’t expect people to be fucking in a vacation resort. It’s why people go on vacation,” added Gage.

  Imogen nodded and deliberately let herself relax and just enjoy lying with them both.

  ****

  Since they would need to leave relatively early the next morning to get to the airport in plenty of time for their flights, Liam insisted on them having a full breakfast once again, on this, their last full day at the resort. While Imogen enjoyed cereal and fruit, then toast with tomatoes and mushrooms, he worked his way through every platter on the buffet counter. Gage kept pace with him, but his plate was never as full as Liam’s.

  It was midmorning by the time they were ready to walk through the gardens, so they detoured to their cabin for sunhats first.

  The maid had been, the bed was remade with fresh, clean sheets, and the room was as spotless as always. Imogen looked around critically but there was nothing she needed to straighten or tidy.

  Both Liam and Gage watched her gaze rove over the counter tops—no dust, the pictures—hanging straight, the sofa cushions—smooth and square, and the bed—no wrinkles in the coverings.

  “What’s the deal with your dad, Imogen? Has he got OCD or is he just a jerkwad?” asked Liam.

  Imogen tensed, then deliberately forced her shoulders to relax. “It’s not Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Or Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder either. He can’t abide dirt or mess, but he doesn’t repeat activities or anything like that. He simply likes everything to be clean and neat, and gets angry if things are disarranged. But he’s also very controlling. If he decides the family will go somewhere or do something, there is no discussion. Everyone has to do as he says.

  “When I was little it used to upset me that I was such a dirty, careless, untidy child. By the time I was in middle school I finally worked out that I was much tidier and more organized than other kids my age. The moment I could support myself I left home.”

  “What about your mom?” was Liam’s next question.

  “I don’t know. I think at the start she probably genuinely loved him. After a while it was simply easier for her to do things his way than try to reason with him.”

  “She never indicated she wanted to leave him?” asked Gage.

  “Although he’s very controlling he’s not mean or deliberately unkind. Besides, since he hates mess everything is always replaced as soon as it’s damaged. I never had stained jeans or holes in my shoes, or anything like that. My father might have been cross they got stained or worn, but he always instantly paid for a new pair. As soon as a mug was chipped it was thrown out. And part of his need to control everything is a genuine desire to keep us safe and well.”

  “No jigsaws with missing pieces or toy trucks with one wheel off,” teased Liam.

  “I would never have lost a piece from a jigsaw in the first place, but no.”

  ****

  With Imogen in the middle, their arms linked together, the threesome walked through the gardens, stopping frequently to talk about the plants, admire the flowers, and breathe in the heady scents of some of the blooms.

  In the labyrinth they walked single file, Imogen coming last, so Liam and Gage could set the pace, as it was their first time. When they reached the center Gage drew her into his arms and said softly, “Thank you for this. It is truly a place of serenity.”

  “I’m glad you like it. I found it very special. The way they’ve planted this garden so there are always flowers in bloom, and the upper and lower levels of greenery is pretty amazing.”

  “And the different pavings of the path, the carvings on the fountain, it’s indeed very well planned. The landscape gardeners are amazing at this resort. We were just saying that on the golf course the other day,” added Liam.

  Gage pulled Liam into his arms along with Imogen and the two men stretched their arms around her, absorbing her into the center, as was their habit. First one man, then the other kissed her gently.

  “You do understand we love you, don’t you?” asked Gage.

  “We want to be a permanent threesome. For you to move in with us when you’re ready.” Liam’s voice was intense and earnest.

  “I—”

  Gage rested his finger over her lips. “You don’t have to answer yet. We know it’s too soon for you, but we wanted you to know where we stood. Think about it.”

  “If we’re too messy for you, we’ll get a housekeeper,” added Liam.

  They all laughed then began walking out of the labyrinth.

  “Which pool do you want to go to first?”

  “I think the lap pool. We all need the exercise.”

  “Unfortunately, that’s true,” sighed Gage.

  After half an hour swimming laps they moved on to the pool with the beach and waterfall, but soon decided to go to their favorite pool with the double lagoon. Liam wanted to sit under the shade sails with a drink, Gage fancied a snooze in a beach chair, and Imogen wanted to float under the bridge, her favorite place.

  It was probably an hour later when Imogen was trying to decide whether she would stay in the shade under the bridge or get out of the water and put more sunblock on, that she caught a glimpse of the two young teenage boys she’d seen on her first day at the resort, climbing the rocks by the waterfall at the beach pool.

  Imogen let herself drift gently past the bridge to a gap in the six-foot-high wall of flowering sea lavender where she could see what was happening. They seemed to be pushing and shoving each other, then one would run away a bit before standing still and they would push each other some more.

  Thinking back to her school days, Imoge
n had a vague idea that this was some game the boys had played back then, although it had seemed then, and still did now, to make no sense to her. Whatever, the kids have to do something to amuse themselves, I guess, but why not play tennis or golf or swim? She shrugged and lay back in the water to float under the bridge.

  Imogen heard a shout, then one of the boys punched the other and took off running toward the bridge.

  Imogen dived underwater and swam as fast as she could to the bridge. She stood up in the center of the water, the deepest part, where the water was up to her shoulders and the bridge a mere foot over her head. Although curious and wondering what was happening, Imogen didn’t want them to think she was stalking them or going to interfere in anyway. But she didn’t want them to get hurt either. Still, they weren’t her kids and really it was none of her business what they did.

  The second boy was running quite fast and the one in front didn’t have much of a head start on him. The boy in front sprinted onto the walkway to the bridge. The other one rounded the bend in the trail right behind him, screaming abuse at the front one. Imogen moved to the far side of the narrow bridge, wishing she had gotten out of the pool and gone to put sunblock on after all, instead of hanging around here while the two boys had their disagreement.

  I bet they think they’re alone. Teenagers get as embarrassed as hell to be observed in a situation like this. I hope they don’t see me here. I feel like a pervert or Peeping Tom or something.

  As the first boy’s feet pounded onto the bridge, she could hear him puffing and wheezing. The other boy caught up to him just then and grabbed him, pulling him around.

  “You can’t talk to me like that. I’ll—”

  The first boy lost his balance and crashed over the railing into the lagoon, landing with an enormous splash that sent water fountaining up right over the bridge.

  Imogen had been able to see everything as it was happening through the gaps in the slats of the wooden bridge.

  Imogen shook her head to clear her eyesight. The boy was nowhere in sight. Either he was a good swimmer and was underwater heading away as fast as he could swim, or else he was in trouble. Imogen was willing to bet it was the latter. He hadn’t sounded very fit to her when he was puffing and panting after only running a short distance.