“We bought an island,” Rafe said on my right side.
“A place for the three of us to meet and have complete privacy,” Jordan added from my left.
“This is the absolute fucking bomb,” Mattie exclaimed, already stripping off her clothing so she was clad only in her underwear before running into the ocean.
As the sun beat relentlessly down on us, I was starting to think she had the right idea. With a quick tug on my zipper, I stripped my dress off, leaving me in my bra and thong.
Nolan’s hands wrapped around my waist as he hauled me over his shoulder, all but sprinting across the sand to throw us both into the water. We hadn’t stepped inside the house yet—our bags were all still sitting in the sand—but none of us gave a shit.
“Come on,” I shouted to the guys. “Get in here.”
In sync, Rafe and Jordan, who had both changed into more casual clothing on the plane, reached up and gripped the backs of their shirts, slowly pulling them up over their heads. As their bronze abs and broad shoulders came into view, I was actually panting.
“Got a little drool there,” Mattie said, wiping at my chin.
Splashing her would have required me taking my eyes off the show, and there was no way I was doing that.
Rafe’s pants went next, and when he got down to his tight, black boxer shorts, I sort of hoped Mattie and Nolan would go away. Just for a few minutes. I needed to be alone with my guys.
“Uh, I think we should head into the house,” Mattie said, reading my mind. There was a reason she held the title of best friend in the world.
Despite her twin’s protests, she dragged him out of the water, and when they disappeared from view, that was when the princes joined me. “We really missed you,” Jordan said. He wrapped his arms around me, hands already trailing down to stroke me through my underwear.
Hard cocks pressed into me on both sides, and I was about to fucking combust. Panting, I let one of them haul me up a little as the other one’s fingers slipped under the band of my underwear, rubbing circles on my clit as I moaned.
“Ours,” Rafe said as he kissed me, our tongues clashing, almost fighting in a desperation to get closer. “And this is our home together.”
“Yes,” I cried, and as fingers slipped inside me. My pussy spasmed around them, and I came hard.
Whoever said that a girl needed marriage and babies to have her happily ever after was totally fucking deluded. All you really needed… was love.
THE END.