Holy shit!

He’d never seen her in that swimsuit. If you could even call it a swimsuit. From the back, it looked like a few pieces of white framing her perfect ass. Her long red hair was slicked back, forming a perfect V pointing right to the strings. A flicker of sunlight bounced off her, and Pete realized the thing had buckles on the sides. All he could think about as he swam was undoing them with his teeth.

He was rock hard.

Pete heard a noise behind him and saw that Antonio was watching his wife as well, and was pretty much having the same reaction he had. That bastard.

Anger lashed at him. He pushed it away.

It didn’t matter. Emma was his. He didn’t have to prove it to anyone. As he climbed out of the water, his wife began to twirl on the beach, doing a few dance poses as she made her way across the sand. Her face was radiant. She was incredibly happy and had no idea what she’d caused in her wake.

“I won!” she crowed, pointing upward. “Look, it’s our own private cove.”

Pete glanced up at the curved rock formation bracketing the beach. She was right. They were out of sight from any bystanders on land. Emma continued pirouetting down the beach, her beautiful, long legs kicking out as she spun, her breasts bouncing deliciously.

She was oblivious to the effect she was having on everyone.

“Hey, sexy lady!” Mallory called. “You can stop the interpretive dance now that we’re all horned-up out of our minds.”

Pete glanced back at the water as the other three paddled in on their mattresses. There were barely any waves on this side of the island, so it was easy.

“Hey, surfer dude,” Mallory yelled to him. “If you manhandle yourself any harder, you’re going to come early and miss the party that’s brewing thanks to your agile wife.”

Pete glanced down, almost stunned to find he was stroking his cock with long, hard pulls.

He let go, embarrassed.

“Damn, man,” Charlotte said. “You’re huge. I might orgasm just by looking at you.”

“Yeah,” he said absentmindedly as he started off down the beach toward his wife. “I get that a lot.”

Emma saw Pete coming toward her and stopped dancing. She was still smiling brightly. “Well, you’re certainly having a good time,” she kidded, nodding at his hard-on. “I didn’t realize you were naked. Do you think I should take my bottoms off? Everyone else here is naked.”

“Hell no!” he barked, breaking it off at the end so it didn’t sound so needy. “Those bottoms are the sexiest things any of us have ever seen. You’ve managed to get us all hot, and it isn’t even lunchtime.”

“Really?” She glanced around his shoulder as the others climbed out of the surf.

“Yes, really,” he said as he came closer, encircling her waist, pressing her close. She was his. “We’re going to have sex on this beach. Right now. There’s no avoiding it. How do you want to do it? We can make it a party, or we can do it just the two of us. It’s up to you.”

“I don’t know,” she answered, biting her bottom lip. “What do you want to do? I saw you with Mallory before. I think she’s interested in you.”

“I was only talking to her,” Pete said gruffly. “What I want is you.”

Emma’s eyes turned questioning. “Are you sure? That’s not our typical—”

He silenced her with a kiss.

The jealousy in his stomach made him feel lightheaded, or maybe that was the blood rushing in his ears. How could she not know she was what he wanted? Sex was sex with other people, but he loved only her.

Hadn’t he been clear about that before?

“Hey, lovebirds!” Mallory shouted. “Want to bring that party over here? We’re going to set up shop on these air mattresses.”

Pete broke the kiss. Emma appeared a little stunned by his intensity. Without waiting for her to respond, he took her hand, leading her to the group. “We can be next to them,” he said over his shoulder, “but the only cock you’re getting is mine.”

* * *

Emma allowed Pete to tug her down the beach toward the others. She was a little shell-shocked by his attitude, but she wasn’t going to argue. She could see he was all riled up about something. The others were getting situated on the mattresses, seemingly turned on, but she didn’t think she was the one who’d done it.

Both Mallory and Charlotte were gorgeous, and they were both stark naked. She had bottoms on.

“That was quite a show,” Charlotte announced as they came up. Pete sat down on an air mattress and eased Emma on his lap. “You’re incredibly limber. Anyone ever tell you that before?”

Emma giggled. “Yes, all the time, actually.”

“I have an idea,” Mallory announced. “Why don’t we watch Emma and Pete fuck? Like, really fuck. Then we can see how flexible she really is. Then we all fuck. Sound like a plan?”

Emma snorted. She couldn’t help it. Mallory was like a younger, more jaded version of Piper. The modeling industry plus wealth, it seemed, had made her almost oblivious to the world around her. She lived in her own reality. Emma thought it was kind of refreshing. It was difficult not to enjoy the beauty. She was the life of the party.

“How old are you, Mallory?” Emma asked, suddenly curious. Mallory’s face was flawless and nubile, just like most models she’d seen. It was impossible to tell.

“I’ll be twenty-three in a month.”

Emma nodded. “I thought so.”

“What? Is my age showing?” Mallory quipped. “I was modeling overseas at age thirteen. My mother practically sold me into the biz the first time a scout came sniffing around. In model years, I’m like a hundred and five. It’s actually amazing I’m still alive. But it’s only because I prefer sex to cocaine as my drug of choice.”

“Your age is not showing,” Emma corrected her. “I actually would’ve guessed older, not because of your face, which looks angelic and young, but because of your mouth. But you remind me of a friend of mine who I love dearly. You’d adore her. Piper tells it like it is.”

“Well, too bad she’s not here,” Mallory said, “because having one more person on deck would be handy right about now. My nipples aren’t going to suck themselves.”

Emma laughed. “No, they won’t. But Piper doesn’t swap anymore. She and her husband have changed the way they do things, but they do frequent orgies. If you ever come to visit, I’ll have to introduce you to them and have them take you along to one.”

“Orgies, huh? Where do you live?” Mallory asked.

“Madison, Wisconsin.”

Mallory tipped her head back and chortled. “Can’t say I’ve ever been to Wisconsin, but if I happen by there on a shoot, I’ll give you a call. So are you two going to fuck or what?”

As Mallory and Emma had been talking, Antonio had started kissing Charlotte. It had started out soft, but now they were getting into it.

Emma couldn’t look away.

She wanted to, but suddenly all she could imagine was Antonio kissing her like that. Then she felt horrified. Pete had just acted like a jealous lover, which was what she’d wanted all along. Wasn’t that enough?

She shook her head to clear it.

“Is that a no?” Mallory asked. “Is that why you’re shaking your head?”

“Um, what?” Emma said. “No, it’s a yes. We have no problem having sex in front of anyone. I am feeling a little on the spot, however, but I’m sure we can power through. Are you ready, babe?” she asked Pete.

In answer, Pete rubbed his erection along her ass, his mouth tracing the contour of her back. “I’m just waiting on you,” he murmured, “and I think I can help with the powering.”

His hands snaked up the front of her stomach, cradling her breasts, an index finger and thumb lightly twisting each nipple.

Her body relaxed by a great degree, her head falling back onto his shoulder.

Pete continued to rub her breasts as Mallory joined Antonio and Charlotte. Mallory lay down on one of the mattresses, and Charlotte got on all fours over her, bending down to grab a nipple between her lips.