More kisses followed, hot and needy, as Nathan took Melanie’s lips again. When he leaned away Melanie sucked in air as Nathan’s gaze flashed over her body.

“Every inch of you makes me want you. No scars can change how attractive you are. Nothing can.”

A hesitant smile crossed her face a split second before he recaptured her lips. Then he kissed his way down her throat and across her collarbone to once more worship her breasts.

A purr of contentment escaped her. Derrick rejoiced. That was what he wanted to hear, to witness. Every inch of her craving sexual release, no thought of her scars or the trauma she’d gone through.

And sexual release she would get. Derrick snuck his hand over Melanie’s hip and under the elastic of both her climbing pants and panties. Over the soft curls covering her sex, wetting his fingers in her cream and drawing it higher to rub her clit.

Together he and Nathan took her to the edge of pleasure. They whispered words of admiration, stroked her skin, kissed her bare torso. Nathan bit one nipple then suckled hard, and Derrick took that moment to thrust two fingers into her core.

“Oh God.” She squirmed, not in retreat, but to allow them both to reach her better. “More. Please, more.”

More? They gave it to her until she gasped for air. Derrick ground the heel of his palm against her clit as Nathan pinched her nipples, kissing her hungrily.

The flush of arousal over her chest heightened in colour, the sounds she made shifting from words to guttural mutterings then moans. Tiny cries and gasps until she went silent, the calm before the storm.

Melanie shook as she came, her sheath pulsing tight around his fingers, a long low keen of satisfaction rising on the air. Nathan dropped his head against her chest, his dark hair covering her skin, his breath escaping in rapid gasps. Derrick clung to his own sanity for a moment. He needed her like crazy.

More than that, he needed to finish this as a couple, not a trio. He wasn’t about to toss Nathan in the dirt, not after he’d given so willingly to Melanie, but the next step was going to be him and her, alone. Urgent desires and violent passion swirled inside, and Derrick caged them both as he waited for the right moment. This was for her.

She relaxed, boneless in his lap, one arm rising to cling to his neck, the other reaching out so she could brush her knuckles over Nathan’s cheek.

“Wow.”

Nathan grinned. “You liked that?”

She laughed, sitting up to deliver a quick kiss over Nathan’s lips. “I liked it a lot. But I need—”

She glanced over her shoulder and Nathan hummed. “You need time with Derrick. No worries.” He rocked away, slowing his breathing.

Melanie twisted to curl up in Derrick’s lap, as if a bird seeking shelter. She tucked her face into his neck, and he hoped she wasn’t retreating. Then he realized this time she hadn’t hid the scarred side of her torso from Nathan’s gaze.

The two men locked eyes. It wasn’t a complete cure, but it was a step in the right direction. Derrick dipped his chin and Nathan nodded acknowledgment.

Melanie burrowed her hands under Derrick’s shirt and scratched his back, and the rush of need that assaulted him nearly tossed him to the ground. It tore open his barely contained ardour. Foreplay was over and there was only one place this was going. He lifted Melanie into the air as he stood, leaving Nathan behind with their gear.


Melanie sighed, resting her head against Derrick’s chest, the heavy thumping of his heart rhythmic in her ear. Every step he took rocked her body against him. “That was simply—”

“Don’t talk.” The words were ground out so low and guttural she peeled herself away to see what was wrong. He shook his head, his nostrils flaring as he carried her back to the wilderness campsite they’d set up. She forced her lips together to keep from blurting out her questions.

He dropped her on the solid wood of the picnic table, and she bounced as her butt landed on the flannel cloth she’d spread earlier.

“Take off your pants,” he ordered.

Derrick ripped off his shirt, the rigid planes in his abdomen flexing as he reached for the snap on his pants.

It wasn’t anger driving him. Relief shot through her, and she remembered his promise from earlier. As stupid as it was, shyness hit and she glanced toward the trees where Nathan remained. “But—”

“Now.”

She’d never seen this side of Derrick before. Need and desire pulsed from him like a tangible thing. His hands were on her pants before she could protest again, stripping the fabric away. He tugged her to the edge of the table then buried his face between her legs.

Crazy emotions jumbled together with her instant physical response to his touch. His tongue drove her mad as he took possession of her hips and forced her into a position he liked better.

Melanie let her worries and concern wash away as Derrick brought her back up to the verge of another release so rapidly she thought she’d have trouble ever taking a full breath again. Every time she attempted to fill her lungs, he thrust into her core and made her gasp with pleasure. When he exchanged his fingers for his tongue, her sheath wrapped tight around him and her desires whipped into a frenzy. The cloudless sky overhead spun in a circle as an orgasm washed her from toes to brows, and her mind went numb.

Then he stood, dropped his pants and slammed his cock into her with one thrust.

“Derrick!”

He supported her knees in the air, her thighs lifted to vertical as he pounded his groin against her body. Every thrust powerful and deep, stretching, filling her to capacity. Making her weep with want.

“So. Fucking. Beautiful. Every bit of you.”

He stopped, cock buried in her core. His eyes flashed, dark obsidian globes backlit with the fire of passion. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, tiny rocks of his hips keeping the intimate connection going, but dragging the sensory overload farther into her extremities. When he pushed her knees toward her chest and leaned over her, his cock pressed even deeper.

A whimper escaped.

Derrick stopped instantly. “Mel?”

“Oh, God, do that again.” More. He’d have her begging if he didn’t move.

Slow, tortuously slow. His deliberate control as he withdrew caused the wide head of his shaft to stroke all the sensitive places inside her.

“I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed you,” he confessed.

Another plunge forced a gasp from her lips. “Need you too. Oh please, Derrick.”

The teasing edged her back up like a sizzling fuse. Her climax hovered just out of reach. Melanie grabbed her knees, folding herself in a virtual pretzel. Giving him everything. Begging without words for him to continue.

He grinned, the flash of his teeth bright against his tanned skin.

“You like this?”

She couldn’t speak. Forced herself to nod.

He sped up slightly, strokes still long and powerful. “Even better?”

She opened her mouth as he snuck his fingers between their bodies and found her clit. He pressed the aching nub between his fingers and buried his cock deep.

Melanie closed her eyes to concentrate on just how damn good it felt. “Oh, yes. Do that.”

It wasn’t an easy position for either of them, but she’d lost her fear of where they were and could only sense what she needed. What they both needed.

Each other.

The boards were solid under her back, the sun heated their naked skin. The summer-turning-to-fall scent floated past on the light breeze. All her senses seemed to be turned on high, even the taste of the air more robust than usual. She should have been cold with all her exposed flesh, but there wasn’t an inch of skin that wasn’t steaming hot.

She opened her eyes to meet Derrick’s, and this time, it was the tenderness she saw that made her dissolve. The physical connection between them was good, but it was that something extra that made sex magical. Tipped her over the edge, made her fall in headfirst, her body’s response pulling him along, her heart succumbing as well.


Nathan remained motionless, indecision locking his limbs. Hard physical need urged him to follow—to demand more from Melanie. He’d barely gotten a taste of her, and what he’d experienced wasn’t nearly enough.

But when she twined herself around Derrick and the man carried her away, Nathan hesitated. This wasn’t about him, never had been. The whole insane scenario had been for Melanie’s sake.

He collapsed back onto the grass, arms flung to the side, willing the blood that had pooled in his erection to vanish. Pleading for the images in his brain to fade enough he could get to his feet without the violent desire to interrupt the lovers and throw himself into the action again.

A slow roll allowed him to crawl to his knees, then fight his body to vertical. There was a distinct lack of blood in his brain as he found himself picking his way through the woods toward where they’d made camp. Responsibility motivated him—he needed to make sure Melanie was okay. He hadn’t believed the idea was a great one in the first place. Letting her know he was attracted to her? That was easy. But Derrick should have known Melanie wasn’t the type to want to fool around. This could have been a huge mistake, no matter how much he’d enjoyed touching her. No matter how much more he wanted to experience.

He pushed aside a branch and froze. He’d been a fair distance behind, intending to give them space, let them settle and talk things through. Only the sight that greeted him wasn’t the two in deep conversation, or Melanie in tears. Instead her naked body was arched in ecstasy as Derrick lapped at her pussy like a starving man.

Nathan had forgotten that part of the discussion.

Her moans of delight did what Nathan thought was impossible—made his dick hard again. She’d teased him unintentionally all day, but seeing her spread out and in physical rapture?

He stepped back into the shadows and rubbed his palm over the fly of his pants, attempting to soothe his aching hard-on.

The erotic tableau before him evolved again. Derrick thrust into Melanie’s sweet body, and by instinct Nathan’s hips jerked.

Fuck it. He lowered his zipper and pulled out his cock, finally able to see straight as the pressure eased. There was nothing to distract him as he stared, mesmerized, letting the semen escaping from his cock ease his hand on his shaft. There was nothing light and delicate about his touch. He bucked into his fist matching the tempo of Derrick’s hips, and with everything in him, Nathan wished he could feel Melanie surround him. Experience her wet heat, the tight pressure squeezing on his cock. Touch her body and let her muscles drag him over the edge.

It was dirty and gritty, being a voyeur, and yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away. So much for apologizing for his earlier behaviour—he was ready to explode just imagining being intimate with her. Thrusting like a madman into the woman who had taunted his dreams.

Derrick rearranged Melanie’s limbs, and the view got even better. Nathan had a clear visual line on every plunge, every snap of Derrick’s hips against her ass. The sounds she made were enthusiastic and vigorous, carrying on the air to where he stood.

It wasn’t enough. He wanted to be the one making her moan. Sucking on her breasts, licking in endless circles over her skin until she screamed in pleasure. He closed his eyes and thrust harder, his balls dragging higher to his body until the spark of fire flashing up his spine exploded out his cock.

Holy. Crap. Nathan pumped into his fist, strands of semen spurting out to coat his fingers, splay over the plants at his feet. His legs grew shaky, and he barely managed to catch hold of the nearest tree to keep upright.

Of course that was the moment Melanie shouted, Derrick’s cry overlapping hers only a second behind. Nathan automatically thrust again, even with nothing left to spill. Feverish heat raced over him, all sweaty and sticky and void of all mental ability.

What the hell had just happened?

Nathan staggered a pace or two, propping his back against a tree. His breathing was ragged. His softening cock hung in the air while his pants flapped around his knees. There was a sweet twittering as birds floated past. Branches wiggled—probably from a squirrel or some other kind of small animal. He was surrounded by the freaking animal kingdom, and he’d just shot his brains out the end of his dick.