Free Island Idyll by Jess Dee Page A

voice that sang, though. Recognized the tones instantly, muted though they were. Aussie rock star, Nick Blackthorne.
    How was it possible she recognized the voice of a rock star with no problem whatsoever, yet had trouble identifying the voice of the man she’d lived with for eight years?
    It didn’t make sense.
    Nothing made sense to her. Not anymore. How could it, when she stood between two men who fed her desire, her needs, her basic, primal lusts? Kissed and caressed her in public.
    Not one man.
    Two!
    She couldn’t think straight. Stopped trying. She simply felt. Josh’s hands. Ben’s kisses. Josh’s erection. Ben’s fingers.
    “Remember who gave you this orgasm,” Josh whispered, so softly it might have been the whistle of the breeze. When he penetrated her with two fingers, time stood still.
    One second she was aroused and aware, the next she was nothing more than a euphoric body, swept away on an exquisite tide of rhapsody. A tide that sent wave upon wave of rapture through her. Over her. Consumed her.
    And she let it. Let it carry her away. Far, far away from choices she didn’t want to make.
    If she was just a floating, rapturous being, then she needn’t choose. She could have them both.
    Ben and Josh.
    Josh and Ben.
    Couldn’t she?

Chapter Eight
    Josh adjusted his shorts as subtly as possible, hoping the other man wouldn’t notice the dire situation in which he found himself. Horny as fucking hell and no way to get his release.
    No such luck. The soft sneer told Josh that Ben knew exactly what he was going through.
    Christ, what had he done? Stripped Sienna in public? Finger-fucked her? And all while she kissed her dickhead fiancé?
    Josh hated to admit it, but it was the damn kiss that had prompted him to finger Sienna in the first place. The damn kiss she’d shared with her ex that had given him the erection from hell. Watching Sienna kiss Ben had been a huge, freaking turn-on.
    It shouldn’t have been. It should have made his cock shrivel up and die. It should have made him want her less. It hadn’t.
    He needed to come, needed relief. Or he needed to pick a fight with the dickhead fiancé so he had something to concentrate other than the frustration.
    No, he couldn’t do that. Not to Sienna. Sienna had stopped the fight Ben had tried to initiate. Pity. He’d have liked nothing more than to slam his fist into the dickhead’s face.
    Sienna still shook with the force of her climax. Ben held her in his arms, supporting her, keeping her upright.
    Josh stood behind her, uselessly.
    Why was he standing there? Why didn’t he get the hell away from the couple? Leave them to sort out their differences and get on with their life together, like Ben wanted?
    It would be the right thing to do. The gentlemanly thing to do.
    Fuck that. Josh didn’t want to be a gentleman. For five years he’d stayed on the sidelines, never feeling worthy of Sienna. Now that he finally did, he couldn’t just give her up. He’d fought too hard to become the man he was today. Fighting was in his nature. And damn it, he was going to fight for the woman.
    Something incredible had happened between him and Sienna today. Their years of wanting each other as kids had mysteriously translated into a recipe of instant compatibility as adults.
    Compatibility? Hell. Never mind big fancy words. Josh was falling for her like a ton of bricks.
    Josh couldn’t back down. He owed himself this opportunity. And she was worth fighting for.
    He just couldn’t throw that first punch. He’d have to fight in other ways. More…genteel ways.
    He bent down and patted the ground around Sienna’s feet, locating her thong. Kneeling behind her, he coaxed first her one ankle up and then the other, helping her to slip her underwear back on. He tugged the panties up the endless length of her legs and over her hips.
    He shouldn’t do it—he knew he shouldn’t—but he couldn’t stop himself from swiping a finger over her naked pussy one more time,