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“Wait,” Hamish said, pulling away. His face was flushed, lips wet and swollen. “I want more.”
He guided Imogen off me, leaving my cock achingly hard and glistening with her arousal. Without explanation, he positioned her on her hands and knees, then looked at me expectantly.
“Take her from behind,” he instructed, moving to kneel by Imogen’s head. “I want to watch your cock sliding into her while she sucks mine.”
The raw command in his voice, so at odds with his usual careful demeanor, sent a fresh surge of arousal through me. I moved into position behind Imogen, gripping her hips as I aligned myself with her entrance. Hamish had already positioned himself in front of her, his cock level with her mouth.
I pushed inside her in one smooth thrust, just as she took Hamish between her lips. The sight of her, filled at both ends by us, was almost enough to make me come immediately. I forced myself to breathe, to focus, to make this last.
We found a rhythm as if we’d done this a hundred times before. I pushed in as Imogen took Hamish deeper, then pulled back as she retreated. Hamish’s eyes met mine over Imogen’s back, a silent communication passing between us, a shared appreciation for the woman between us, a mutual desire that extended beyond her to each other.
“Fuck, you look so good,” I groaned, my fingers digging into Imogen’s hips as I increased my pace. “Taking both our cocks like this.”
Hamish moaned in agreement, one hand tangled in his wife’s honey-blonde hair, guiding her movements. “She’s perfect,” he said, his voice strained. “You’re both perfect.”
Imogen made a muffled sound around Hamish’s cock, her body tightening around mine in response to our words. I reached beneath her, finding her swollen clit and circling it in time with my thrusts. Her reaction was immediate—her back arched, her inner walls clenching around me.
“She’s close,” I told Hamish, who nodded, his eyes dark with lust.
“Come for us again, darling,” he encouraged, his accent thickening with arousal. “Let go.”
As if she’d been waiting for permission, Imogen shuddered, her orgasm rippling through her in waves I could feel around my cock. The sight of her coming apart between us pushed Hamish over the edge. He threw his head back, his hips jerking as he came in his wife’s mouth.
The combined visual was too much. I slammed into Imogen one final time, emptying myself inside her with a hoarse shout. For several heartbeats, none of us moved, happy to be frozen, joined together as one.
Slowly, we disentangled, collapsing onto the narrow berth in a sweaty heap. Imogen curled against my chest, Hamish’s arm thrown across both of us. The silence was comfortable, free of the awkwardness I’d feared.
As my breathing returned to normal, reality began to creep back in. This wasn’t sustainable. They were from England, and my entire life was here. How could it work?
Chapter 11
Hamish
The wind had picked up overnight, which Makai said was a good thing. We’d be able to head back to Hollis Cove. Deep inside, I hated that idea. I’d never experienced anything like what had happened between the three of us. I wished we could stay in this secluded paradise forever, suspended in time away from reality.
“The motor’s still dead,” Makai announced, closing the engine compartment after another attempt at resurrection. “I must have hit the wrong button? I don’t know, I suck with mechanical stuff. Skylar’s going to kill me.”
“There’s wind, right?” Imogen asked.
“Yeah, this wind should be perfect for sailing back. Here’s hoping. Our Wedding Lady needs to get back to her weddings.”
Imogen tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and smiled, looking a little shy. “Yeah, I need to be back for work this afternoon. There’s so much to do for the wedding on Saturday.”
“Of course. Duty calls,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment. The rational part of me knew we couldn’t stay here indefinitely, but something about returning to civilization felt like breaking a spell.
Makai began preparing for departure. “We’ll need to raise anchor and set sail to catch this wind pattern. Hamish, you handle the mainsail while I work the jib.”
I followed his instructions, surprised by how easy it felt now. Just days ago, I’d been terrified of the ocean, paralyzed by the thought of setting foot on a surfboard. Now I was helping sail a boat back to shore after a night of... I couldn’t even categorize what had happened between us.
“Perfect,” Makai praised as I secured the line. “You’re a natural, Hamish.”
The boat began to move, cutting through the water with a satisfying whoosh. Imogen sat in the cockpit. We’d ruined her shirt and shorts when we tore them off her, and she was wearing a loose, flowy vintage sundress that Makai had found in a closet. He said it probably belonged to a client who’d left it behind after an overnight stay. Or maybe to Skylar’s mom.
She looked ethereal with the fabric fluttering around her thighs, satisfied in a way I’d never seen before. Her skin was glowing from our attentions.
Once we’d cleared our little island refuge and set course for Hollis Cove, Makai took the helm, his body relaxed as he guided us through the open water. He looked sexy as hell in just a pair of boardshorts, his upper body bare. I hauled Imogen into my lap, my hands resting on her shoulders, then sliding down to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress.
“Hamish,” she gasped. “What are you doing?”
