But not like that.
Pete was breathless and weak, like he’d just sprinted a 5K, running for his life.
He leaned over and glanced at his wife. Her eyes were closed. This must’ve been what Emma had been trying to tell him before. That their sex had changed over the years. Now wasn’t the time to have an in-depth discussion about it with others around.
But, holy fuck!
They could never go back to the same now. This sex had left him dazed and hungry for more.
“Seriously, guys,” Mallory whined, sitting up on her elbows. “Who’s going to get me off? That was heartless. All four of you had major blowouts. Charlotte’s eyes even rolled back in her head. Who’s up for making me come? In my world, me begging for such a thing is like spotting a yeti in the wild. It just doesn’t happen. People clamor for the pretty ones.” No one responded. “Come on, guys! I’m not kidding. It’s my turn!”
Charlotte rolled over. “Fine, I’ll do it, you big, needy supermodel. Who can resist an invitation like that? ‘Do me because I’m prettier than you are.’ That really gets my juices flowing.”
Mallory lay back down. “I have no shame. Have you met me? I’ll use whatever it takes.”
Pete closed his eyes, draping an arm over his face. Charlotte was busy getting Mallory off, but he was focused on Emma, who was fidgeting next to him.
Finally, she sat up. “I think I’m going to go for a swim. I’m full of sand, and I can’t sit here in the sun anymore. You okay to stay here?” she asked Pete. “I’m just going to walk down the beach a bit.”
Pete rose. “Do you want me to come with you?”
“No, that’s okay. A little time alone is what I need right now. I won’t go far.” She stood.
Pete watched her walk away, looking absolutely stunning in her bikini bottom.
He hoped she never took it off.
Imagining her in those bottoms would keep him hard for weeks on end.
Pete heard a noise. He turned to see Antonio get up. If he followed Emma down the beach, it was going be a problem for Pete.
Instead, Antonio made for the water in front of them. “I’m going to check on the boat,” he called over his shoulder as he waded in. “One of you guys can use my air mattress to get back if you need it.” He dived in and made his way back to the boat. By Pete’s estimation, the boat was only about twenty yards away.
Pete turned and watched Emma wade into the water on the far side of the beach. She’d found some shade under the craggy overhang. He wished he knew what was running through her mind. It wasn’t like her to be so aloof, especially after great sex like that.
Before he could ponder more, there was a low moan to his left. He glanced over to see Mallory coming. It was hard to believe he’d rather watch his wife take a dip in the ocean than watch a stunning supermodel have an orgasm right in front of him.
When she was done, Mallory stared up at the sky and said with finality, “Well, that was not like having a big dick in me, but thanks, Char. If I hadn’t gotten a release quick, I would’ve exploded and taken the lot of you with me.”
Charlotte chuckled. “Yeah, right. What was this, your third orgasm of the day? I bet you wake up every morning and reach right for your dildo.”
“My fourth.” Mallory shrugged as she sat up. “But who’s counting? Hey, Pete,” she said, “can you help me up?” She held out her hand.
Pete reluctantly stood and hoisted Mallory up. She was only a few inches shorter than he was. “How tall are you?” he asked as he brushed the sticky sand off his chest and legs.
“Almost six feet.” She walked past him, grabbing his hand. “Come down to the water with me and help me wash off.”
He followed her, but he didn’t really know why.
While they walked, he kept an eye on Emma, who was now bobbing on her back in the water.
Once they were waist-deep, Mallory turned and said, “Can you splash off my back? Pretend you’re really into it, so we can get ready for the show.”
“What show?” he asked, splashing water on her.
“Antonio covertly meeting up with your wife.”
“What?” Pete said, craning his head around toward Emma. She was alone. “What are you talking about? He’s on the boat, and she’s in the water near shore.”
“Just watch and learn, boy. Damn, you are thickheaded.” She turned, splashing water onto her own chest, the droplets gleaming in the sun.
“I’m not thickheaded,” he retorted. “And I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m beginning to think you love to make shit up.”
“I’m not making anything up. Just watch and learn.” Charlotte joined them with a splash as she jumped in. She had an air mattress under one arm. Mallory nodded at Charlotte. “Pete here doesn’t think Antonio is going to seek Emma out at his first opportunity. What’s your bet?”
Charlotte snorted, shaking the water from her hair. “A thousand to one he’s going to dive off the back of that yacht like he’s just going to take a leisurely swim, but he’ll slowly make his way over like a piranha scenting blood. If he doesn’t, I’ll happily eat this air mattress.” She shook it.
Pete was stunned. “Doesn’t it bother you that he wants my wife? He’s supposed to be your boyfriend.”
“It would only bother me if I thought I had a chance to be with Antonio forever. But as you heard this morning, that isn’t happening. He’s a total player. I knew that going in. He wants what he can’t have, and currently that’s your beautiful, flexible, limber-as-all-hell wife, so you better be careful. Antonio has charisma coming out of his ass. Add filthy wealth into that equation, and all bets are off. This wouldn’t be the first time he’s broken up a marriage either. One of these times, he’s going to pick The One and it’s going to stick.”
Before Pete knew what was happening, his hands were being moved upward while Mallory gave a throaty laugh, loud enough for Emma to hear. His hands landed on her breasts as she squealed, “Oh, you’re SUCH a naughty boy! That feels so good.”
“What the hell are you doing?” he said through clenched teeth, trying to pull his hands away. Mallory was surprisingly strong and kept them locked in place.
“I’m helping you, you big lunkheaded dummy.”
“Helping me how? By trying to make my wife jealous?”
“You hit the nail on the head. You and Emma deserve to be together. The sex you just had was hot, and it’s clear you two have a connection. Being a little jealous goes a long way on both sides. Follow my lead, and you can win her back,” Mallory told him with assuredness in her voice.
“I don’t need to win her back. She’s already mine—”
There was a big splash.
They all turned to look. Antonio was in the water, and he was headed straight toward Emma.
* * *
Emma stood, her feet digging into the soft white sand. She heard Mallory’s laugh, and she frowned as she watched. Pete’s hands were all over her. At the sound of a splash, Emma turned in time to see Antonio’s head bob to the surface. He was swimming toward her.
She glanced back toward Pete, but his back was to her. He seemed to be in an animated conversation, his hands flying in the air, and Charlotte was laughing.
As Antonio swam closer, Emma shivered. She crossed her arms in front of her, suddenly feeling exposed.
She both wanted him to come to her and didn’t.
Emma bit her lip as she glanced back over at Pete. She had no idea what to do. She knew she and Antonio had had a moment on the beach, and for a second she wished she could take it back. It’d been much too intimate a look to share with a stranger, even though they hadn’t touched each other.
Emma was no fool when it came to men. She’d invited that interaction, and Antonio had accepted the challenge.
Now she felt cheap.
But also thrilled.