Free Tropical Sin: Bandicoot Cove, Book 3 by Lexxie Couper

small tube of lube rested on Nick’s palm, white and clean, but it was the dildo that made her pulse pound.
    “Now that’s a surprise and a half,” Aidan murmured behind her. “It seems Kylie remembered our conversation about toys last New Year’s Eve, Mack.”
    “I think I like this Kylie friend of yours.” Nick grinned, closing the distance between her and Aidan. He stopped directly before her, just as Aidan’s large body pressed against her back. His grin turned sultry, his eyes holding hers as he lifted the dildo and traced its tip along her bottom lip.
    McKenzie’s breath caught in her throat. She stared up at him, unable to move, even when Aidan’s hands smoothed over her hips, one nestling between her thighs, the other moving up to cup her left breast.
    “She’s definitely not the shy type.” Aidan chuckled, dipping one finger, then another into McKenzie’s sopping folds.
    Who was he talking about? McKenzie couldn’t remember. Her brain didn’t seem to be working anymore.
    Nick traced the tip of the glass dildo over her chin, down the column of her throat. Its cool surface was so smooth it almost felt slick, and a ripple of base lust claimed her. “Tell me about this New Year’s Eve conversation.” Nick circled her right nipple with the dildo’s end. Her nipple distended into a rock-hard peak, the response eliciting a hum of appreciation from the rock star.
    Aidan’s fingers in her pussy wriggled a little deeper, his breath fanning the side of her throat.
    “I told Kylie I wanted to try a glass dildo once,” McKenzie croaked, the simple pleasure of Aidan’s intimate touch and the insane caress of smooth, cool glass on her breast almost stealing her ability to speak. “And Kylie suggested Aidan be the one to…” she faltered.
    “To what, McKenzie?” Nick prompted.
    Behind her, Aidan drew a ragged breath, his erection like a rod of steel pushing at the base of her spine.
    “To use it on me,” she finished on a whisper, her stare fixed on Nick’s piercing grey eyes.
    “What did you do?”
    His question made her cheeks fill with heat. “I laughed.”
    He studied her. “Are you laughing now?”
    All she could do was shake her head. And swallow.
    Without a word, he passed the dildo to Aidan.
     
    The glass was hard against Aidan’s palm, cool against his flushed flesh. He closed his fingers around its dimpled length, his dick jerking at the somehow carnal contact.
    There was no denying what the object in his hand was designed for—the giving of pleasure.
    Mack’s pleasure.
    His head swam and he ground his teeth, gazing at Nick over the top of McKenzie’s head. He remembered the conversation with Kylie and Mack so very, very well. The second Kylie—not anywhere near as tipsy on champagne as McKenzie—had uttered the suggestion he help his best friend out with her unexpected sexual curiosity, his prick had jumped to aching attention and his heart had slammed into his throat.
    Much like they did now, although he doubted his cock could get any harder than it already was.
    He curled his fingers tighter around the dildo’s dimpled girth, his head swimming some more. From the corner of his eye he saw Nick move, rolling a fresh condom down the length of his erection, but the sight barely registered in his rapture-fogged brain. “Babe…” he murmured against McKenzie’s temple.
    “Oh God, Aidan.” She arched into his fingers still sheathed inside her sweet, wet pussy. “If you don’t fuck me with that now…”
    He didn’t need her to finish.
    Neither it seemed, did Nick.
    With one simple move, the singer scooped McKenzie’s right leg up into the crook of his elbow, spreading her folds wide.
    The heady scent of her musk filled Aidan’s breath, and, impossible as it was, his cock pulsed with fresh blood, growing thicker and longer and harder.
    Jesus, how could he be in this much pain and feel this goddamn good?
    “She is so ready for you, mate.”
    Nick’s low statement speared