Free Karibu Heat (Sequel to Kabana Heat) by Titania Ladley Page B

even
her dangling shorts falling off her foot and onto the floor, could drag her
attention away from the magnetic look in Jager’s eyes. An animal look that said
she was about to get conquered, now, this very moment in the gym, and there was
nothing she could do to stop it.
    Hell, she didn’t
want to stop it.
    If Keefer were
here, he wouldn’t allow it to be halted anyway. This was exactly what he
wanted, to entice Jager, singly, together, whatever it took, until they were a committed threesome and
Jager was forced to let her off the legal hook.
    Jager stumbled
to a flat weight bench and set her on her knees on the floor facing it. A
mirror covered the wall just to her left. As if she watched a movie play out in
the reflection, she studied his flexing muscles as he shoved his shorts down
and kicked them aside. His magnificent cock sprang free, making her mouth water
and her pussy clench.
    “Getting inside
you, that’s what I’m doing,” he growled. “Right now, here. You’re beautiful,
too damned irresistible. If I have to witness one more couple screwing on the
beach or in the hot tub, and then see you and Keefer naked and sexy as hell
right alongside them, and all without being able to touch you both, I’m going
to go insane.”
    Keefer? Touch us
both? Aw crap, she was a goner for sure now. To not only have evaded to his
penchant for men and women days ago in their suite, but for Jager to now straight-out admit they both turned him on? Well, that raised
it all to a whole new level. Oh, yeah. Game’s on again. There’s no stopping it
now despite the fact he could single-handedly see her locked behind bars.
    He shoved her
upper body forward and draped her over the vinyl weight bench before kneeling
behind her. His hands repositioned her hips and drew them back closer to him.
The tip of his cock probed her drenched cunt, and there was nothing Anjelee
could do to prevent it or change her mind at this point. She wanted it just as
much as Jager did, and she knew that Keefer would want it even more than the
two of them together. Her pussy was on fire at the jumbled thoughts of the two
men, and she needed relief now. She wanted Jager to make love to her as Keefer
had yesterday. She wanted it here, right now, just as Jager said, even with the
audience of strangers she sensed were here in the room with them.
    Her gaze moved
across the gym to find an attractive brunette couple near the door watching
them. One of the man’s hands slid up his partner’s skimpy shirt and fondled her
large breasts. He held Anjelee’s stare while his other hand moved down into the
woman’s workout shorts. Her long-lidded, aroused gaze latched onto Anjelee
before she probed the man’s shorts and located his massive bulge behind her
ass.
    What a wicked
resort this was. Bombarded at every turn with overt sex could wear a person’s
restraint down and devastate their libido. Anjelee had endured far more than
her healthy appetite could withstand since arriving here a week ago. She
reached behind herself and spread her buttocks apart. Her eyes never left the
couple, the woman now on her knees giving the man a vigorous blowjob.
    “Do it now.
Slide inside me. Make me come,” she begged, her voice a husky, almost pathetic
whisper.
    “Anj, oh, Anj.
Do you know how hot and horny the two of you made me? Cruel, you’re both so
fucking cruel.” Jager gathered her close, his big body hunched over her spine.
He realigned the tip of his cock with her engorged pussy and held it there
while he removed the clip from her hair with his free hand. He tossed the clip
aside, entangled his fingers in her loose strands and yanked her head back so he
could whisper in her ear. “You make me so crazy. You both make me want to fuck
you forever, the hell with my job and Mitch and your little get-rich-quick
schemes.”
    Bingo.
    She reached up and
hooked her arm around his neck just as she had Keefer’s when he’d made love to
her for the first time on the raft.