Page 10 of Better When Shared
"Say yes," Connor murmured, watching us with hooded eyes, his hand still working between Lila's thighs. "Say yes to Vacation Rules."
I pulled back just enough to look at her—really look at her. Auburn hair wild in the coastal wind, lips parted with anticipation, eyes dark with wanting. Then at Connor, my oldest friend, the man who knew me better than anyone, offering this impossible gift.
"Yes," I breathed.
Lila's smile was radiant as she reached for my hand, guiding it slowly to her breast. The first touch was tentative, my palm hovering barely a millimeter from her skin, electricity arcing between us. Then contact—warm, soft flesh filling my hand, her nipple a hard point against my palm. I felt her heartbeat thundering beneath my fingers, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
"Breathe," I whispered, echoing what I'd told countless nervous partners before, though I was the one trembling now. My thumb traced the curve of her collarbone, barely believing this was real.
Connor watched, pupils blown wide with arousal, his hand still moving beneath her skirt. "Fuck, that's hot," he murmured, leaning in to kiss his wife's neck. "Knew it would be."
Lila arched between us, one hand clutching my wrist to keep me in place, the other reaching for Connor's thigh. "More," she gasped, hips shifting restlessly against the blanket. "Please. Both of you."
The world narrowed to this moment—my best friend, his wife, and me, tangled together on a sun-drenched beach, crossing lines we could never uncross. My free hand found her chin, tilting her face toward mine, searching her eyes for any hint of doubt.
Finding none, I leaned in until our lips were a breath apart. "Vacation Rules," I confirmed, feeling her nod slightly, her exhale warm against my mouth.
"Vacation Rules," Connor agreed from behind her, his eyes meeting mine over her shoulder—permission, encouragement, and his own desire naked in his gaze.
I leaned an inch closer to Lila, tasting the mint on her breath. When our lips finally met, the last of my hesitation dissolved like salt in the ocean. One week of paradise. One week to explore every fantasy I'd buried for years. One week that might change everything.
A shout in the distance startled us apart, and we helped a blushing Lila back into her shirt. By the time the group oftourists walked past, we were innocently eating the sandwiches Connor had made. But both of us knew just how wet she was beneath her skirt.
Chapter 6
Lila
The door to our cabin barely closed behind us before Connor's hands were on me, his mouth hot against my neck. The salt air clung to our skin, but the atmosphere inside had transformed completely. No more awkward tension about sleeping arrangements—just three adults who had made a deliciously reckless decision. Nick's eyes darkened as he watched my husband's fingers slip beneath the hem of my crochet top, and I felt the first intoxicating rush of being desired by two men at once.
"I've been thinking about getting you naked since those damn people interrupted our fun," Connor whispered against my ear, loud enough for Nick to hear. His fingers traced lazy circles up my spine, catching on the thin ties of my halter top.
I laughed—a sound more breathless than I'd intended—as Nick stepped closer, his body radiating heat. "So much for easing into vacation rules."
"Fuck easing into anything," Connor replied, giving the knot at my neck a gentle tug. The fabric loosened, threatening to spill my breasts into view. "I want to see my best friend's face when he sees how perfect your pussy feels."
The crude words sent liquid heat pooling between my thighs. I'd never heard Connor talk this way, had never imagined the possessive pride he seemed to feel at the thought of sharing me. Nick's hand joined Connor's, his long fingers brushing my bare shoulder.
"May I?" Nick asked, his voice rough with restraint.
I nodded, not trusting my voice as two sets of hands worked in tandem. My halter top fell away, and cool air rushed against my nipples, hardening them instantly. Both men made appreciative sounds—Connor's familiar groan of want, Nick's sharp intake of breath.
"Fuck, Lila," Nick murmured. "You're so damn beautiful."
Connor laughed, wrapping an arm around my waist from behind. "You've been imagining my wife naked, Li?" His hips pressed forward, the hard ridge of his cock evident against my ass.
"Hard not to," Nick admitted, his eyes traveling down my body to where my flimsy beach skirt hung low on my hips. "Especially in that little outfit."
The naked honesty in his admission made my cunt throb. I reached for him, my palm finding the flat plane of his stomach through his t-shirt. "Your turn."
Nick smiled—a slow, dangerous curve of lips that promised filthy things—before pulling his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. His torso was a revelation of lean muscle and intricate tattoos I'd only glimpsed before. I traced the edge of a black ink design that disappeared beneath his waistband.
Behind me, Connor's hands slid down to my skirt, working it over my hips until it pooled at my feet. His fingers dipped between my thighs, finding me embarrassingly wet through the thin cotton of my panties.
"Already soaked," he announced, pressing a finger against my panties. "Feel."
He withdrew his hand and offered his glistening finger to Nick, who didn't hesitate. He wrapped his lips around my husband's finger and sucked, his eyes closing briefly in appreciation. The sight of these two men sharing the taste of my arousal nearly buckled my knees.
"More," I demanded, hooking my thumbs into my panties and shoving them down. I stepped out of the fabric puddle, now completely naked between two mostly clothed men. The power imbalance sent a fresh surge of wetness to my pussy.
