His smile widened. “So you do know what I’m going to do with it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she croaked, not trusting herself to say more.
Rafe slid his body along hers and positioned India on her side. Her breathing came out short and ragged as Grant moved behind her and parted her cheeks. He slathered a dollop of the cool gel against the puckered bud of her anus.
Rafe held her steady as Grant pushed his fingers into her ass, getting her nice and slick. India rested her forehead against Rafe’s chest with a sigh. She was almost too scared to move. By the time Grant replaced his fingers with the head of his cock against her ass, India was shaking in anticipation.
She dug her nails into the tops of Rafe’s shoulders. “Now. Do it now!”
Grant pushed into her with one powerful thrust.
“Oh!” she cried out at the forceful invasion.
Grant placed a kiss on the back of her neck. “Did I hurt you?” he asked with apparent concern.
“It’s really tight, but it doesn’t hurt.” India waited with baited breath until he moved again, sliding his cock deeper into her until his pelvis rested against the seat of her ass. “Grant,” she sighed with utter contentment. The only thing that would make this moment perfect was to have Rafe inside of her pussy.
As if he’d read her mind, Rafe grasped her thigh, and lifted it just enough for him to position his dick against the cleft of her sex.
“Don’t make me wait, Rafe.”
“Never, baby. I’ll never make you wait.” And with that, he thrust forward. “Oh, baby, yeah.” A growl of contentment escaped his throat.
India could barely breathe—barely move or speak from the mind-boggling sensation flowing through every inch of her body. Never did she think she’d experience something so decadent as being filled and deliciously stretched by two big, hard cocks.
At first, the men remained still as though giving her a chance to adjust to them being inside of her. She didn’t want them to be gentlemen right now. India wanted them to fuck her. Moving her hips back and forth, she silently demanded they take her with slow, deliberate strokes.
Her grip tightened on Rafe’s shoulders. Being with the two of them was like a cleansing of souls. She knew she’d lived for this very moment, to be together with Rafe and Grant, here, just like this. Words couldn’t quite express all the emotions flowing through her veins. All the pain, abuse and neglect no longer mattered.
They had each other, and this joining of their bodies validated why they needed each other so much. The three of them moved together. An ungovernable fire burned inside her very core, threatening to consume them all.
India knew her climax was near. “Rafe! Grant!” She tightened her muscles around their cocks, pulling them deeper into her holes with the intention of driving them to the edge of insanity as they had done to her.
“India!” the men shouted in unison.
Their bodies slammed and mashed against each other, pulling and pushing, rubbing and loving. Sweat beaded her skin as the heat within increased with each passing second. India didn’t want this moment to end, but her peak came swift and hard, starting from the tip of her toes and ending at the top of her head. It was so powerful she nearly fainted from pleasure.
Her pussy gushed, soaking the inside of her thighs.
Rafe and Grant continued to move into her, pushing and straining. Shortly after her own climax, each man shouted their release, filling her pussy and ass with their seed, steadily pumping with huffed breaths.
India felt like a boneless heap of nerves when they finally eased out of her. Rafe rolled onto his back and pulled her against his chest while Grant molded his body against her back.
No words needed to be spoken. This just felt right.
So right.
Stranded
Chapter Twelve
India frowned as she ran her fingers along her ribcage. The fact that she could actually see the outline of her bones beneath her skin was frustrating. They’d been on this island for what felt like years. They had kept track of their days on the island by marking the inside of the cave and they were on day fifty-seven.
Fifty-damn-seven days and they were still here!
She’d dropped an uncomfortable amount of weight, her body was covered in bug bites and her eating habits had wreaked havoc on her digestive system. Grant and Rafe had lost weight as well—to the point they were beginning to lose muscle tone. Without razors for a proper shave, both men sported thick, bushy beards. Their clothes were tattered shreds. If they stayed here any longer they’d look like three refugees. No. That wasn’t true. They already did. If they remained, they’d look like hungry zombies.