Free Cassandra Pierce - Diamonds in the Sand [The Aquans 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Special Edition) by Cassandra Pierce

at first.
    Though no one seemed to be around, she felt a little self-conscious walking out of the water wearing nothing except a full-frame blush. Hurrying over to the heap of discarded clothes, she bent to retrieve her tank top and panties. Daq caught up to her just as she straightened with the garments in her hand. His lusty embrace enveloped her before she had a chance to put anything on. His mouth, tasting of seawater, ground against hers while his palms cupped her rear end. His fingers imprinted her buttocks as he rocked her forward. His hard cock jabbed at her thighs, seeking entrance.
    “Daq, please,” she chided him, though her protest was halfhearted at best. “Someone might walk by.”
    “So what if they did?” he asked between kisses, clearly amused. “It wouldn’t be anything they hadn’t seen before. Think about it—you’ve been with all of us now. Why should we hide?”
    Maura’s blush deepened. Daq had a point. She wondered who had told him about last night with Tagin and Ejan, or had he simply guessed?
    She didn’t bother to deny what he’d said. Both of them knew it was the truth. “Just the same, I’d prefer to be inside.”
    Laughing, he stepped back. Hastily she pulled on her clothes and he did, too, though he without any hurry. He left the waist button of his cutoffs undone and slid both hands in his front pockets, watching her brush the sand off her tank top and adjust the straps on her sunburned shoulders.
    “Guess I should go back to Septimus’s journals now,” she said. “I’m still hoping to crack that computer password.”
    Daq nodded. “I wish you luck. See you inside later? I’ll get lunch and some cold drinks out.”
    “Of course.”
    He started toward the house, then stopped and turned back to look at her. The sun shaded his face so that she couldn’t see his expression. “Maura—I think we should talk. Not just you and I, but all of us.”
    The tops of her ears burned, and this time she doubted it was the sun. “Yes. We should.”
    “All right, then.”
    He continued on his way. Maura paused, watching the casual sway of his shoulders as he walked along the uneven dunes. Under the wet strands of his long, dark hair, ridges of hard muscle rippled in his tanned back. She could still hardly believe she’d managed to attract one such perfect specimen of male, never mind five. When she’d first heard about Cyra’s unusual polyandrous relationship, little had she known she would soon be experimenting with a similar arrangement herself.
    No question, she thought as she strolled back to the bungalow to resume her work, having multiple lovers provided many benefits, even if it was a little tiring. Yet, as deliciously naughty as she felt, she couldn’t help but wonder what would happen when it eventually came time for her to leave the island. Would they all toast each other, laugh at their little adventure, and make empty promises to write and e-mail each other? Or would there be genuine pain? Maybe that was what Daq wanted to speak to her about.
    She only hoped Septimus would be there to see her off.
    She entered the bungalow, still adjusting her straps so they wouldn’t chafe her sunburn, and headed for the desk and the work she’d left spread out on its surface. When she finally looked up, intending to pull out the chair and sit down, she jumped back in shock.
    Cyra was already seated there. Eyes narrowed, arms folded over her bright yellow sundress, she used her bare feet to turn the chair in irritated half circles.
    “Took a break, I see. That’s good. Wouldn’t want you to work too hard in this hot sun. I hope you were able to fit in some swim time.”
    Had she seen the two of them out in the water? Maura forced herself not to look or sound embarrassed. She owed this woman no explanations, even if she was Daq’s sister.
    “I do have difficulty concentrating in this heat. I’m not used to it. In fact, I was looking forward to sitting down.”
    Cyra smirked but