Stranded(24)

“I needed to think.” India didn’t bother elaborating.

“Let’s go back to the cave. It’s getting dark and you need to warm yourself by the fire. You’re soaked.” Rafe reached out to take her hand, but she pulled back.

“Don’t touch me.”

Rafe took a step closer. “India, why are you fighting this so hard? Didn’t you realize it was inevitable the three of us would eventually be together?”

India took two steps back. “I don’t want to hear this.”

Amber eyes flashed fire. “That’s too damn bad because you’re going to listen.”

“Kiss my ass.” She turned on her heel, but was immediately yanked around to face a visibly angry Rafe. “Your ass isn’t the only thing I want to kiss and you know it!”

Unable to control the ire building within her, she balled her fingers into a fist and swung at him.

Rafe caught her wrist in his hand before her punch connected. She attempted to slap him with her free hand, but was again thwarted. “Would you stop it, India?”

“No! I won’t stop it, because I don’t want this!” She swung her gaze in Grant’s direction. “Are you going to stand there and let this happen? If you do, you’re just as bad as he is.”

Grant shook his head. “Rafe, let her go.”

Rafe’s expression grew even stormier. “Hell no. We talked about this; you agreed—”

“I agreed the attraction was mutual between India and us. I came with you so you wouldn’t try anything crazy. India…” Grant walked closer to them, “…you may not want to hear this, but from the moment we saw you, we realized there was something happening between us. This is by no means a conventional situation, nor do we expect you to fall into our plans so easily, but to deny you’re not at least curious about exploring the possibilities of being with the two of us is a lie. You don’t strike me as a person to speak untruths.”

Grant’s soft-spoken words hit their mark where Rafe’s forceful tactics had failed.

“I don’t want it to be true,” she whispered, thinking herself as depraved as Rafe and Grant to even entertain what they were suggesting.

“Wanting it to go away won’t make it happen, but you’ll feel better if you admit how you feel.” Grant brushed a stray lock of wet hair from her forehead.

She lowered her lids, unable to meet his probing blue gaze. “I…I am attracted to the both of you, but…I don’t think I can handle something like this. It’s wrong.”

“According to whom? The rules are created by people who don’t practice what they preach. The hypocrisy is sickening. Why is it wrong—if it makes the people involved happy, and isn’t hurting anyone else? Something like this can’t be denied,” Rafe insisted. He released her wrists and hauled her against the hard wall of his chest, squeezing her against him before letting her go, just enough to give him space to cup her breasts.

India groaned as Rafe grazed her nipples with his thumbs. She should stop him, but it was difficult to think when he touched her this way. Grant moved behind her and placed calloused hands on her shoulders before lowering his hand and pressing a kiss on the nape of her neck.

“Please don’t.” It wasn’t much of a protest because even now she pushed her bottom against Grant’s crotch. His erection pressed against her. In the back of her mind, India thought of how wrong this was, yet like they’d both said, this moment was inevitable.

Rafe rubbed and kneaded her breasts, shaping them in his large palms. “Don’t you see how good it can be between us?”

No longer could she pretend this wasn’t what she’d fantasized about since she’d seen these two hunks. Right now she wanted to throw caution to the wind and do something wicked and wild. They were right. The only person she’d been fooling about her lust for them was herself.

Grant pulled her away from Rafe and turned her around to face him. Not giving her a chance to blink, his mouth crushed her lips, savaging her. The four day growth of whiskers tickled her skin, but she loved the rough sensation of it grazing her face. India’s response to him was instant. She didn’t think she could be so thoroughly aroused by two men at once in her life.

India grasped Grant’s shoulders, clinging to him, wanting his kiss as much as the air she breathed. His questing hands slid down her back to rest on her ass. He molded his cock against her pelvis.

Grant broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers, his breathing ragged. “Jesus, India. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that.”