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Day Three

Over the past seventy-two hours, Liam Carr had succeeded in traveling by air, land, and, as of about three minutes ago, sea. Starting this impressive hattrick by boarding a ridiculously lavish private jet a few days back, he’d been among the lucky group of visitors who would get to visit one of the most beautiful vistas on the planet. Following that, he’d spent some time on land, exploring Elysian gardens and soaking in a hot spring alongside four nymphs. Now, on the third day since he’d arrived in Fiji, he traveled by boat. Across an ocean that slowly transitioned from peerless teal to glittering sapphire as they departed from the shore.

And it was a boat. It certainly wasn’t a ship, only just big enough for its five passengers and the two resort employees who operated it. It was mostly metal, painted a slightly less spectacular blue and teal across its hull, which had its fair share of dents and dings. Black scrawl in English declared its name the Wave Rider, though Liam hadn’t been sure he wanted to see if it could live up to the name.

That decision was beyond his control.

The boat’s captain, as much as there could be a captain in a two-man operation, had clearly wanted to show off. A Fijian man with a broad smile and an animated way of speaking, he’d waited for his five passengers, four of whom were stunningly beautiful women, to settle in, then sent them racing.

The Wave Rider zoomed across the crystalline waters next to Yasawa Island’s western shore. It carried them south, and its noisy engine had a few complaints to make about the speed of their journey, repeatedly clicking whenever they bounced—and even sputtering once. Liam was sure he wasn’t the only one to glance over his shoulder when that happened, nervous about their little transport being pushed too far.

He was ready to spend his day in the ocean, but he wasn’t exactly hoping it’d start with a swim back to shore.

If the Wave Rider had one true comfort, it was its roof. It was just a tightly restrained blue canvas attached to eight metal poles, four on each side of the boat. But it did its job, keeping the late morning sunlight off the heads of its passengers, who sat on the two wooden benches available to them. Bouncing, jostled by the boat as it skipped over the gentle waves like a rock tossed by an expert, they all hung on tightly.

Just make it to where we need to go, Liam thought, hearing another loud cough from the boat’s engine.

They were about halfway there, though it’d be some time before they saw their destination. That was because Yasawa Island blocked it from view. The Sawa-i-Lau Caves, often called the Blue Lagoon Caves because of their connection to the movie of the same name, were on—or within, more aptly—a smaller island to the east of theirs. If he and the others had been willing to walk to the beach they’d lounged upon yesterday, then go as far south as their legs could carry them, a talented swimmer could have swum to it, as it was only about a thousand feet away from Yasawa Island’s southeastern tip.

Naturally, they’d opted to undertake the more typical experience for reaching the beautiful underwater caves. It wouldn’t be long before they curved around the jutting foot of Yasawa Island, whereupon their destination would come into view.

But they weren’t there yet, and even though the island on his left remained absolutely gorgeous, rife with beautiful white sands and a luscious rainforest running up and down its spine, he found his eyes wandering to a closer set of sights. Four of them, though he started with the most obvious choice.

He sat on the second bench, sharing it with only a single woman. The one he’d woken up beside earlier today.

Like every day before it, Victoria was as gorgeous, poised, and entrancing now as she always was. Well, he did now know the right way to mess with the middle of those three things. He had every intention of making it a staple of his mornings and evenings while on this wonderful trip.

She was the tallest of the four women in the group, sitting straight-backed and attentive as she watched the shoreline they rushed by. She wasn’t the type of woman to slouch, not even on vacation. Before he’d come to know her intimately, he might have guessed that this was how she always was, even in bed. Serious, collected, controlled. But he knew better now. She was still all those things, of course, but she had another side to her, more sensual, more inviting. One that Liam had been allowed to summon earlier this morning with his fingertips, his lips, and his tongue.

She wasn’t just the tallest woman in the group but also the most voluptuous. She had what must be the most perfect set of breasts Liam had ever laid eyes on, and he could proudly say he’d done more than just lay his eyes on them. Yesterday, a massage and a titfuck. Today, just over an hour ago, he’d kissed, sucked, licked, and pinched every part of those magnificently full breasts. Until Victoria had orgasmed. Multiple times.

A pair of bitingly sharp blue eyes, purer than ice cut from a glacier, turned toward him. Somehow, Victoria had sensed he was staring.

The younger professor of the group met his gaze. She didn’t speak right away; she didn’t need to. With just a look, those eyes of hers unraveled the secrets he held. She knew exactly what had caused him to stare at her.

An almost imperceptible shift took place along a very luscious mouth. At one corner, just one, it curved upward. Not by much, and probably not for very long, but long enough.

Liam broke out into a grin because of it. The olive-skinned professor, who was as soft and smooth as silk, subtly rolled her eyes, then turned back to admire the ocean, her brunette ponytail whipping in the wind as the Wave Rider barreled forward.

When they’d met on the first night he’d come home for winter break, Liam had been sure the stunning but severe woman had hated him. Now, as of this spring break, they were lovers.

That now made it the case for all the women on this boat. Romance was very much in the air in Fiji, and Liam breathed it in. He planned to continue breathing it in for the next several days, days he intended to use to the fullest. Liam suspected he wasn’t alone in concocting such plans. He needed to look no further than the auburn ponytail flying about in the wind to believe that fully.

Liam leaned forward and tapped Avril Knight, the reason this trip was possible, the reason there was a private jet to bring them to and from the romantic islands of Fiji, on her shoulder. Immediately, a set of bright green eyes, shining like emeralds even under the shade of the canopy, swiveled toward him.

“Want to come sit back here with me?” he asked, loud enough to overcome the wind slapping him in his face.

Avril’s grin was as bright as the sun. “Nope!”

He glared at her. She kept grinning. He motioned to the available spot next to him. She raised an eyebrow.

Liam made a show of overtly changing his attention to Tess, the woman—the other professor on the trip—sitting to Avril’s left. He reached out with his hand again, planning to tap her on the shoulder next.

Avril caught his two extended fingers before that could happen, then held them tightly in her grip. Liam immediately locked eyes with Avril, intensifying his glare. It was ineffective at dimming her bright smile, of course; she thrived off responses such as these, if anything. However, it accomplished his goal.

“Since we’re almost there, fineee,” Avril said, acting as if his request was a troublesome one to deal with. A few seconds later, maneuvering carefully on the fast-moving boat and keeping her hair from whipping about with a hand to her head, Avril settled down beside him.

She waited for him to say something, and he would. But first, he admired her.

While Victoria could effortlessly claim to be the most voluptuous woman in just about any room she walked into, it wasn’t so clear cut when it came to who among the group possessed the most raw sex appeal. Truthfully, since the day he’d met her—and she was technically the last member of the four he’d met—Liam had always considered it to be Avril.

She exuded it effortlessly and permanently. It just seemed to wrap itself around her curvaceous figure, then hang in the air like heat emerging from molten metal, warning your hand to stay back. However, it caused more of an opposite effect, attraction, magnetic and decisive, whenever Liam laid his eyes on Avril. And his eyes always seemed to find her when she was nearby. She was like a deafening shot across the bow, demanding his full attention.

He didn’t mind giving it to her. The beautiful redhead, only a few years older than him, was the primary reason for this trip. Loving her schemes, the payoffs of knowing more than she let on, then seeing the reactions from the rest of them at the exact right time, she’d offered them all the chance to pick a vacation spot all the way back at New Year’s Eve. Everything else, from how they’d get there to where they’d be staying, she’d handled. That had probably been effortless, too. She came into her element for events like these.

Yet, Liam knew he owed her for more than just this trip. Without her boldness, her proactiveness, there was next to no chance that he would have managed the transformation he’d experienced over these past few months. She was the catalyst behind a great many of his changes, but especially the beginning ones. The ball had only started to roll because Avril Knight had given it a push.

Compared to the woman on his other side, Avril was far more open about being provocative and flirtatious. For as long as he’d known her, she’d never seemed interested in acting demure or modest. She knew she was gorgeous enough to drop jaws. She knew she liked living openly and boldly. She knew what she liked, knew what she wanted out of life. To an almost enviable degree, the sinfully beautiful redhead, eyes shining, lips curling, and mind and body in tandem as they pushed forward her next scheme, Avril rarely hesitated.

Liam often saw her as a firestorm, blazing ahead with unmatched energy. He’d collected a few embers from her along the way, held them too close to his heart, and let their transformative properties change him for the better.

It wasn’t an exaggeration, and he wasn’t downplaying his own actions in his success. Obviously, he could be led to water, but he’d been the one who’d decided to take a drink. Nevertheless, he knew he wouldn’t have found that water source without Avril’s guidance. He wasn’t ashamed to admit it. Without Avril, he’d probably be pining after just one woman, not romantically involved with four.

“Are you going to say something, or just stare?” Avril asked, lips pursed with amusement.

“You wouldn’t mind if I did,” Liam said.

The stunning woman shrugged noncommittally. “You can stare and say something interesting, can’t you?”

Liam leaned in closer, which proved the right choice. Avril echoed the motion, allowing them both to speak a little quieter, less likely to be overheard by the more stoic woman sitting on the other side of him.

“I know something you don’t know,” he whispered in that annoying sing-song way.

Avril immediately rolled her eyes. But that was fine, as she only rolled her eyes. She remained leaning against him, their shoulders touching, the warm morning wind rushing by.

“It was bound to happen eventually,” Avril replied, blowing out and causing him to scrunch up his eyes. “The baby bird has to leave the nest and learn to soar on its own at some point.”

Liam didn’t reply. He simply held Avril’s gorgeous green stare, knowing that his bait would eventually earn him a tug on the line. After holding out a little longer than expected, the inevitable follow-up came.

“Well, what is it?” Avril asked dryly, though he knew her outward disinterest was a facade. He’d only been in one location, with one woman, since they’d parted last night. And Avril was anything but disinterested when it came to the buxom brunette he was rooming with while in Fiji.

“First, remind me how much you love me,” he whispered, reaching up and shifting her auburn hair back. With her throat now exposed, he leaned in and gently kissed it. “Then I’ll share my secret with you.”

“Really wringing out every drop of moisture you can, aren’t you?” Avril said, though she tilted into the warmth of his lips. “I told you I loved you just last night.”

“Yeah, and? Today’s a new day.”

Avril snorted lightly and lifted her shoulder sharply, forcing his mouth away from her skin. This, of course, was all so that she could now begin her assault.

She didn’t go for his neck, instead opting to set her lips against his ear. Kissing it, she spoke in a low, husky whisper.

“Which part of you should I start with? How I loved the way you treated me last night, fucking me so, so good with your big cock, holding me up with your sexy muscles? How I love your growing confidence, the way in which you’re now willing to kiss me in front of the others, and how you clearly have some devious plans brewing in that naughty mind of yours?” Her eyes glittered with excitement. “Or should I whisper about how much I love knowing that you must have done something good with Victoria last night, and that you’re about to spill the details while you kiss my neck?”

Her words were pure electricity, crawling over his skin, making the hair on his arms stand up. Her body, pressed close, made his heart race. Her voice, sultry and smooth, drove him nearly to madness. And she wasn’t even done yet.

“Tell me what happened, Liam. Turn me on while the others are sitting and wondering what we’re whispering about. I love you.”

He gave her what she wanted. Sharing every sordid detail about how he’d spent last night in Victoria’s arms, cuddling with her, kissing her, tasting her breasts. Avril was as avid a listener as he could have found on these islands. But like she so often did, he had an additional surprise in store.

He told her about this morning. Barely an hour behind them, right before they’d all reconnected and climbed aboard this boat. Just like she’d wanted, he whispered it against her skin.

Avril grew increasingly taut and aroused as he whispered about what he’d done to Victoria’s breasts after waking up. Listening with rapt attention, she bit her lower lip as he explained every riveting detail. Her eyes glistened with excitement as he finally delivered the good news.

“It’s not just Anna,” he revealed, gliding his lips up to Avril’s jawline. “They can both climax from breast play. I gave her a few this morning, and I’ll let her experience some more tonight. Her moans are so sexy, too. Fuck, just thinking about them makes me hard.”

Avril glanced down and spotted that he was telling the truth. His storytelling might have started out for her benefit, but Liam had found it easy to grow aroused while reminiscing about playing with Victoria’s wonderful breasts. The memory was so clear and defined in his mind, joining a handful of other memories involving the buxom professor.

Now, Avril could also daydream about said professor. Moaning, writhing, and orgasming over and over.

“Must be nice,” Avril whispered. “I really set you up for success, huh?”

“Completely by accident too,” Liam said, grinning. “Thanks for making the room assignments as you did.”

“Next vacation, I’m thrusting myself in with the two of you. ‘Tis only fair.”

Liam chuckled and rubbed Avril’s thigh. Like the other women aboard the boat, she wore a simple set of shorts and a shirt. Underneath the breezy outfit would be her swimwear, which would soon be needed. Liam knew he’d enjoy that reveal as much as he had on the previous two days of their trip.

“I’m sure there’ll be a lot of thrusting,” Liam said, unable to help himself.

Avril rolled her eyes but still smirked. “And sucking, biting, licking, spanking, and more.”

“Plenty,” Liam agreed. “Enough to keep all of you completely satisfied.”

“So far, so good,” Avril said, eyes drifting toward the women around them. “I’ve yet to hear a single complaint. Rather, last night, compliments were being passed out all around—by each one of us.”

Liam’s pulse quickened. Excited to hear about what kinds of gossip had occurred once he’d left the three other women alone last night, he began to ask about it.

Unfortunately, they finally came in sight of their destination. Cutting off the flow of their conversation, he and Avril joined the various sets of eyes that snapped toward the small island. They’d seen it when they’d flown in two days ago, when the seaplane pilot transporting them had called it out.

It was maybe only a few hundred feet from one end to the other, though you couldn’t walk straight across the island. Even without the dense forest covering all but a few dozen feet of shore at its perimeter, a fifty- or sixty-foot-tall pillar of stone erupted from its center. Did that count as a mountain, or should it be classified as a hill?

It was sharp and direct about thrusting upward, forming a spear tip of a point. It reminded Liam of a dulled arrowhead, covered in moss—trees, in this instance—but defiantly sticking out of the ground.

And we’re going to go inside it, Liam thought. Or, at least, underneath it.

There were two caverns awaiting them. One was open to daylight, somewhere beneath that domed mountain. The other was apparently more secretive, requiring the guide they’d soon meet once they landed and descended underground.

“Liam,” Avril whispered, drawing his attention back to her.

“What’s up?”

“I want to be kissed in those caverns,” she said openly. “That’ll be what satisfies me this morning, tides me over until later.” She glanced ahead, then nodded at Tess and Anna’s backs. “I doubt I’m alone in wanting something like that.”

Liam nodded. He kissed her, too. Because why shouldn’t he kiss her here as well? Even if all the others were watching, he no longer feared being affectionate toward any of them. This was now his normal, and what a glorious normal it was. He intended to embrace it fully.