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“You like that, Kat? You like me making love to you right here on the beach with people only a few yards away from us?” Maxwell whispered into her ear.
“Yes,” she breathed.
His mouth worked down her neck, licking and biting on the smooth skin lightly. His hands came up to cup her breasts, then moved down her body. Pushing his hands under the material of her skirt, he reached down and touched where they were joined. He began rubbing her clit in a slow, circular motion making her hips rock under his ministrations.
“Quiet now,” Maxwell crooned as she let out a loud moan. “We don’t want anyone coming over here, do we?”
Trinity’s breath caught at his warning. No, she didn’t want anyone seeing them like this. But there was something so erotic about making love with him when they could hear people close by. She was approaching her orgasm fast and wanted to make sure he was right there with her when she came. Using her inner muscles on his cock, she squeezed and released in time with his thrusts. She was awarded with a low growl from him as she began undulating her hips on him.
“Damn it, love. You’re going to milk the cum right out of me if you keep that up.”
“I want it. Give it to me. I’m so close, Max. Rub my clit a little harder and I’m going to soak your cock when I come.”
His fingers sped up as he did what she asked, rubbing her clit faster and faster until she was on the brink of ecstasy. He used his foot to give a big push and let their weight swing the hammock higher. The movement made her shatter around him, and she turned her head and bit down hard on the crook of his neck to still her scream as she came.
“Fuck,” he growled as his own release burst from his cock in violent spurts.
They lay together, breathing heavy with his arms wrapped around her holding her to him. Even after one of the most explosive orgasms he’d ever had, he was still hard inside her snug heat.
“We are totally getting a hammock at home,” she said after a few minutes of silence.
His chuckle turned into a groan as her body tightened around him, making his cock harden even more. He let out another curse as he heard his name being called. Both of them froze at the sound. Trinity smoothed her skirt down just in time as one of the hotel managers became visible on the beach holding a flashlight in her hand.
“Over here!” Trinity called out.
“What are you doing,” Maxwell hissed.
“She can’t see anything,” she said, hoping she was telling the truth. It felt incredibly naughty having someone see them while he was still inside her, even though they couldn’t see it.
“Mr. King!” the manager huffed, out of breath from having run around trying to look for them. “I’m terribly sorry to bother you, sir. I saw you heading this way earlier, and well, we have a problem. A body has been found in the water on the other side of the property.”
Fucking hell.
Their fun for the night was obviously over.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Trinity woke to the sound of her phone buzzing.
Even though she’d placed the damn thing on vibrate, it buzzed on the nightstand loud enough to wake her. She tried to reach for it but encountered a warm male body instead. She still wasn’t used to sleeping between two men. When she tried to sit up, Jackson groaned in response and wrapped his arms around her to snuggle her closer.
She smiled to herself as she turned to look at where Maxwell continued to sleep undisturbed. The man really did have an amazing capacity to sleep through just about anything. She caught a glimpse of the clock and wanted to groan herself. It was only ten in the morning.
She didn’t blame the men for wanting to sleep in.
They’d had a very long night, after all.
After she and Maxwell had been interrupted, they’d gone directly to the crime scene. They had met the manager on the other side of the building after sending her ahead to give them time to collect themselves. Trinity instantly knew the dead body lying on the beach was Alan Browning, the foreman who had been working on the construction site. She could tell just by glancing at the watch on his wrist before she’d even gotten a chance to see his face. From the look of it, she’d guess he had died shortly after he had left Siren’s Cove the other night.
He probably left the bar and had gone to meet his killer, and whoever was responsible had gone with overkill. Why shoot someone five times when every gunshot increased the chances of being heard? That was either rage or someone who didn’t know what they were doing. From the pattern of the bullets, she thought it was the latter.
After a brief examination of the body, Trinity had called Jackson. She hated disrupting his poker game, but she knew he’d want to know about the dead guy. By the time she and Maxwell made it to where the body had been washed ashore, two officers were standing guard. They tried to stop her from coming closer, but she’d given Jackson’s name and watched as both officers snapped to attention.
She had no idea what Jackson did to the poor guys to make them so afraid of him, but their reaction amused her.
Jackson had arrived on the scene shortly after, and the first thing he had done was make sure she was all right. She had assured him she was, then stepped back to watch him work. He had a natural ability to lead. It was built into his DNA and a part of her felt bad for him because she was the same way. Between her, Jackson, and Maxwell, it was like having three alpha dogs all fighting for the position as leader of the pack.
Only, somehow they had found a good rhythm of switching who took the lead and they did it without thinking.