Kimberly turned, following Lara’s gaze, and her jaw dropped as a short laugh escaped. She’d grown accustomed to seeing the Coast Guard patrol boats in the waters surrounding the island, but she’d never seen any of them decked out in full-blown holiday cheer like the one approaching now. “Oh, that is too cool.”
“They really went all out. Oh, by the way.”
Kimberly turned her attention back to Lara and saw the woman consult the clipboard she’d been holding at her side.
“The guy you’ll be meeting with is Charlie Doyle. He’s the Food Service Specialist. And it looks like I’ll be talking with his brother, Emmett. I haven’t met either of them yet.”
Kimberly shifted to stand next to Lara and watched as the patrol boat drifted to a stop at the dock. “Their names don’t ring a bell as any of the Coasties I’ve met so far. I guess we’ll figure out who is who when they get off the boat.”
“Holy moly,” Lara said minutes later, her voice soft and ringing with appreciation as two men climbed off the boat and headed toward them.
Kimberly’s attention zoned in on the taller one walking a few steps ahead of his brother and her girly parts went haywire. Holy moly was right! Long, powerful-looking legs encased in tropical-blue uniform pants carried the man in confident strides closer and closer. Her heart rate climbed with her gaze as her focus moved up a torso of finely sculpted peaks and valleys perfectly delineated by the lighter blue shirt he wore. His shoulders were broad and his neck was thick as if both had been molded specifically for a woman to hold on tight as his lean hips settled between her legs. A dusting of a five o’clock shadow traveled along his strong jaw line, accenting a pair of pale pink lips that kicked into a warm smile as his gaze locked with hers. When he removed his sunglasses and hooked them on his shirt pocket, her heart nearly stopped. A chill she knew had absolutely nothing to do with the temperature of the December afternoon and everything to do with the wintery green eyes gazing back at her brought goose pimples to the surface of her flesh.
“You’re happily taken,” Kimberly quietly reminded Lara out of the corner of her mouth.
“Yeah, but a woman would have to be dead not to appreciate these two.”
“Ladies.” The first one reached them and removed his round, white hat, revealing his brown hair buzz-cut so short she could nearly see his scalp. He tucked the hat in his left arm and, without breaking eye contact, extended his right hand. “Petty Officer Mett Doyle.”
Kimberly didn’t think to brace herself for the contact. It probably wouldn’t have done her a bit of good anyway. She put her hand in his and felt a heated awareness zing up her arm. She had to swallow before she could speak as lust rained through her body. “Kimberly Bevel, Silver Island Welcome Center attendant.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Bevel.”
Christ on a pogo stick! Petty Officer Mett Doyle’s voice was as electrifying as his eyes. It held the slow drawl of the Deep South and moved over her like a warm, sweet syrup.
“Care for a cookie?”
Kimberly blinked at the sound of the deep baritone that came from her right as Mett released her hand, reached for Lara’s, and introduced himself again. She tore her attention from him only to have her mind short-circuit all over again as she stared into a pair of potent dark brown eyes, shadowed by the bill of a Coast Guard Bears team cap. A few strands of wavy dark hair peeked from beneath the cap at his temples.
Her gaze slid down his white chef coat that did little to hide the ripples of muscle and hard planes beneath and fell to the plate he held. Her tummy gave a low grumble, though she couldn’t decide if it was the anticipation of tasting the Christmas-stocking-shaped cookies or the sudden desire to taste the man offering them that had her appetite soaring.
“Sure. Thanks.” Relief collided with the yearning in her system when her voice came out steady and normal rather than trembling and breathy, which was exactly how she felt. Jeez Louise, if she’d realized the Coast Guard was making men look like this these days, she would’ve been paying a whole lot closer attention since she’d stepped on the island.
He shifted the plate, balancing it on one hand as she took a cookie, and held out his free hand. “Food Service Specialist First Class, Petty Officer Charlie Doyle.”
Kimberly managed a small laugh. “That’s quite a mouthful.” She took a small bite of the cookie and nearly melted at the man’s feet as the taste exploded over her tongue. “Mmm, first class indeed. This is delish.”
The grin that stretched his lips put her in mind of a candle-lit bedroom, rumpled sheets, and naughty intentions. “Thank you. I have samples of other treats on the boat if you want to come aboard and try them while we discuss what you’d like me and my crew to serve at the party tomorrow night.”
Other treats? Holy hormones. The possibility of what those other treats might be nearly made Kimberly choke on her cookie. Of course, he hadn’t meant it the way her dirty mind had taken it. He was likely talking about cookies, candies, pies, and other sweets.
She managed a surprisingly steady, “Sure,” in agreement and tossed a look over her shoulder as she followed him to the boat. Lara was already deep in conversation with Mett. Her gaze dropped to Mett’s ass, perfectly hugged by his uniform pants, and she couldn’t help but think the Doyle brothers were the only treats she’d find on that boat that she really wanted to sample. Too bad she was leaving one of them behind.
“Christ, I’ve got to be the luckiest woman on the planet.” Her gaze jumped from one man to the other, greedily drinking in their broad shoulders, the hard planes and corded muscles of their chests. Charlie’s was smooth where Mett’s was speckled with dark springy hairs. Both were equally arresting. Their cocks stood at full attention between their powerful legs, jutting out like come-get-me exclamation points that had her licking her lips as her mouth watered and her pussy grew so wet she wondered it didn’t drip.
“Why is that?”
She pulled her gaze up to meet Charlie’s and found him grinning at her with one brow cocked. She answered him with an appreciative sigh. “Because you guys are gorgeous.”
He chuckled as he crawled onto the bed, walking on his knees until he was behind her. His arms came around her, his hands covering her breasts as he nuzzled his face in the side of her neck. “You’re the one that’s gorgeous, baby.”
Kimberly moaned as he massaged her breasts, his thumbs raking over her nipples until they beaded in a pulsing plea for more. She let her head fall back on his shoulder as he licked and nipped the side of her neck, her eyes closing to slits as the pleasure flowed through her. She saw Mett through those slits as he climbed onto the bed in front of her. He sat back on his heels, his gaze dropping to Charlie’s hands on her breasts, his eyes full of heat and only a hint of jealousy.
She reached for him, cupping his nape as he came to her and took her mouth in another tender kiss. She wound her other arm behind her, laced her fingers in Charlie’s hair, and felt the bed shift as the men slowly laid her down between them.
Mett eased back, the tip of his nose brushing hers as a dart of uncertainty shot through his eyes. “Do we get a little room for trial and error? I’ve never made love to a woman while another man is making love to her, too.”
Kimberly smiled, the pain in her cheek dulled by the emotions filling her mind, body, and heart. “I don’t care how much you fumble as long as you’re both making love to me and enjoying it as much as I am.”
One of Charlie’s hands released her breast and slid down her side, turning as it pushed between her body and his to palm the cheek of her ass. “There’s only one way I know of for us to do that, baby.” He spread the cheeks of her ass, slipped a finger between them, and grazed the pad of it lightly over her anus.
She shivered, her muscles tightening involuntarily at the touch.
“I want to be inside you right here,” Charlie told her, the pad of his finger pressing a little more insistently against the outer rim of her anus.
“Is that what you want, sweetheart?” Mett skimmed a hand down her thigh, dragged it back up, and then pushed it between her legs. “Do you want both of us inside you at the same time?”
“Yes.” The word left her on a strangled whisper as Mett hiked her leg onto his forearm and positioned his cock to enter her sodden channel. Behind her, Charlie’s finger rotated on her anus in pressured massages that sent devilish desires zinging from her ass to her cunt.
“I need lube, baby,” Charlie told her. “I’m not going to take the chance I’ll hurt you.”
Oh, he’d hurt her anyway and she knew it. She’d had anal sex before, but never with a man that had a dick as long and thick as Charlie’s, and never with an enormous cock like Mett’s in her pussy at the same time.
“Bedside table drawer behind you.” Charlie’s hands left her and she felt the bed shifted at her back, heard the sound of the drawer open and close, and then felt the heat of his body as he returned.
She curled her fingers around Mett’s bicep and locked her gaze with his. “Please. I want you inside me now.” She rocked her hips forward as much as the scant space between her body and theirs would allow. Mett didn’t have that trouble. He pushed his cock inside her pussy in a single, slow thrust that drew a soft moan from her throat.
“Is that better?” His husky question fanned her lips as he held her gaze.
“Yesss.” The cool contrast of thick gel to the needy flesh of her ass turned her answer into a hiss. Charlie eased a finger inside her, wiggling and working it until the nerve-laden tissue of her ass sucked it deeper inside. A bittersweet pain erupted in her ass, traveling a direct course to her pussy, and igniting a burn that emphasized the pleasure even as it made her whimper for more.
Mett pulled his hips back, his dick sliding out of her until only the head remained before he slowly pushed all the way in once more. Charlie’s finger mirrored the movement, drawing back and entering her again in tandem with Mett’s cock gliding in and out of her cunt.
“Charlie, please. Give me more.”
He obliged her by adding a second finger and then a third to probe her asshole. Delirium threatened as she whipped her head from side to side, fighting to breathe. Her hips rocked forward on Mett’s enormous cock in her pussy, only to pound back on Charlie’s fingers in her ass. Exquisite electric bolts zinged through her, speeding her pulse and taunting the release growing claws as it attempted to find its way out of her body.
A strangled scream of protest left her throat when Charlie pulled his fingers free of her questing ass without warning and she saw concern move through Mett’s handsome face a nanosecond before Charlie spoke.
“Not yet, baby.” He shifted behind her, spooning his body against her back. “You can’t come until I’m inside your tight little ass.”