Anything but Ordinary. Madelynne Ellis
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don’t,’ he said.
Suddenly the idea of being this close while Zach ejaculated was a monumental turn-on. It probably shouldn’t have been. In a moment of more clarity, it might even have icky potential, but right now…right now it was the hottest thing on earth.
Even better yet if he could get Kara to come at exactly the same time.
With that goal in mind, he moved his hand down across the gentle curve of her stomach so that his fingers rested over her clit. He didn’t rub; he let the motions of their bodies do the work.
‘Fuck! Oh, fuck…’
Zach was riding the wave. He always got vocal when he was about to come, and he’d probably be biting his lower lip, trying to hold it back too.
It never worked.
It didn’t sound as if it was about to this time either.
Mind you, he was clinging on by his fingernails. Kara was squeezing them both so tight that sweat slicked Ric’s skin.
The buzz started in his balls, and grew intense far too quickly. It licked along the length of his shaft, and tore a sob from his throat. He was babbling. He didn’t know what the fuck he was saying – hopefully nothing too revealing – although, actually, who gave a damn? Another minute or two and he was going to die right here in their arms.
Kara was a finger’s breadth away from the climax of her life when the bedroom door slammed back on its hinges.
‘Oh…my…fucking…God!’
The shout made Kara wince. Both her lovers too.
Really, now? He had to turn up at this moment? Could he actually have found a worse time?
A feeble croak escaped Kara’s lips as her libido shrivelled and the glorious promise of orgasm that had seemed so imminent slipped quietly beyond her grasp. She froze, prompting Ric and Zach to still too.
Ric turned his head to look over his shoulder, while Zach attempted to peer around her.
The voice was too disturbingly familiar to require her to look. It wasn’t like she was going to forget her baby brother’s voice.
‘Kara?’
She screwed her eyes closed, and sucked a deep breath in through her teeth. ‘Chris…Hi. Welcome home. I wasn’t expecting you yet. Not for another week, in fact.’
‘What the fucking hell are you doing?’
Goose bumps peppered her skin. Zach peeped up at her, his thick brows doing a questioning dance. His lips were pursed, and he looked damned confused. Sadly, that didn’t seem to have affected his state of arousal. He remained hard inside her. So too was mister virility Liddell. In fact, she’d swear he was more turned on now than he’d been earlier.
Ric was just the sort to get pumped up by being caught red-handed twice in one day.
‘Kara – you’re in bed with two fucking men.’
‘No, she’s in bed with two men she’s fucking,’ Ric growled.
She’d have laughed if she wasn’t so close to tears.
When Chris had emailed her not long back to let her know that the film he was currently working on as a focus puller was wrapping soon, she’d neglected to consider what that actually meant. Now, the repercussions were all too evident.
Never mind holidaymakers cramping their style, having a member of her family present on the island was going to be far, far worse.
She probably ought to have thought of this before now, but she’d been enjoying herself, and Chris had seemed far way. He had been far away, in New Zealand. Maybe he wouldn’t be sticking around long, and he’d be off again within a week or so to work on another film in some other exotic location.
Please, God, let this be a short, short visit.
‘Aw, man. No! Don’t walk into the shot.’
Kara turned her head to find Ric frantically waving her brother away from the bed.
‘Excuse me,’ Chris snarled, glaring at the tripod-mounted camera. ‘This happens to be my house. I’ll walk where I fucking like. Who are you, anyway?’
Kara slapped her brow in despair, wondering how much further down the slippery slope of doom this conversation was going to get. While she wasn’t in any hurry to give her brother a more graphic visualisation of what they were doing, she needed to extract herself from between the two men, and that meant both of them slipping free of her body.
She pushed up from the bed, leaned over and snatched her dressing gown off the nearby chair. Once she’d pulled it on, she climbed out of bed to face her brother. Ric followed her off the bed, but made no attempt to cover up. He flaunted it all in front of Chris: ink, washboard abs and a hard-on so stiff it was hugging his skin.
Her already flaming cheeks filled with additional heat.
‘Chris, this is Alaric Liddell. Your landlord. Ric, this is my brother Christopher, who I’ve been house-sitting for.’
Consummate professional that Chris was, he stuck out his hand, only to withdraw it immediately. Presumably, once he’d considered where Ric’s hand had just been.
‘Um,’ he grunted, looking startlingly uncomfortable. ‘And that?’ He stared pointedly at Zach, on the bed.
‘That’s Zach.’ Kara glanced back at him regretfully. It rather looked as if the night of fun they’d had planned was now off. ‘He owns the Bunker. I mean Blackwater’s. It’s the restaurant at the head of the causeway, next to where you parked up.’
She assumed he’d arrived by car.
‘Nice to meet you, Kara’s brother.’ Zach offered a cheery wave.
‘Yeah, you too.’ Chris’ facial expression didn’t match his polite agreement.
Oh, lord, this was excruciating. The only thing that could possibly make it worse would be if her mother turned up…or Ric’s stalker…or his dead wife…OK, actually, there were quite a few ways things could go downhill from here, but that didn’t make this any less awkward.
Chris grabbed hold of her upper arm and turned her towards the bedroom door. ‘Kara, a word, please.’
‘I was kind of in the middle of something.’
He glared at her. ‘Not funny.’
She hadn’t meant it to be.
Oh, Christ! This was going to be ugly.
Chris guided her onto the landing, and pulled the bedroom door closed behind them. Then, clearly having decided they were within earshot of her guests, he ushered her into the squat bathroom.
‘When did you get back to England?’ Kara asked pre-emptively, sidetracking his inevitable rant.
‘What?’ Chris floundered. ‘Oh, about four hours ago. I collected the car from the airport and drove straight here.’
Kara refastened the belt of her dressing gown so that it concealed her body a little better. ‘You didn’t stop to see Richard? Aren’t you lovebirds anymore?’
‘It’s complicated. Look, Kara. Stop it. Never mind about Richard. What the fuck is going on with you? Seriously, explain it to me. I left you to housesit because you needed a place to crawl out from under Gavin Covey’s thumb and hide from Mum, but I come home to find you gangbanging my neighbours…’
‘It’s hardly a gangbang.’
‘It’s hardly what I expect to find my sister doing.