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Forbidden Desire book 3 in my Pirate’s Prize series
Erotic Historical – Menage – FMF – Pirates – Lush Tropical Isle
Danger, suspense, romance…and a hero to die for…
*** Each book can be read as a standalone ***
In paradise, the only limits to passion lie in your imagination . . .
After a life filled with hardship, landing on a lush tropical isle is heaven on earth for mariner Heath Garrison. And it comes complete with two angels who bring out the very devil in him. Identical twins Netta and Aimee are guileless and seductive, living and loving without jealousy. Days of longing, nights of carnal bliss make choosing one over the other seem impossible, but hungering for both sisters is taboo.
Aimee and Netta’s devotion to each other helped them survive the vicious pirates who overran their home. Will a virile Englishman come between them now? When their enemies return, determined to vanquish the islanders for good, Heath races to save them along with his countrymen. But survival will bring a choice—between the life Heath has known, and a love that changes all their destinies . . .
“We need more bread and fish.” Aimee stood and grabbed Netta’s hand. “Help me with the trays.”
Royce cleared his throat loudly.
Even if he’d threatened Aimee with his pistol, he wouldn’t have stopped her.
She tugged Netta inside the house and pulled her toward the liquor supplies rather than the kitchen.
Netta resisted. “What are you doing?”
“Seeing to our future since you refuse to.”
“Is this about Heath? It is. No. Release me.”
“In time.” She patted Netta’s hand. “You want him. Never lie about that. I know the truth.”
“That I accept my fate? I have and intend to live alone. I will never have a husband. No children either. Or—”
“How wrong you are. Promise not to leave my side no matter what happens.”
Netta cringed. “What do you plan to do?”
“Give me your word and stay by my side at all times. Do as I do. Please.”
“You ask too much.”
“I only want your happiness and mine. Quiet.”
They’d reached the small storage room lit by a lone oil lamp. The bobbing flame couldn’t eat away the shadows. Stuffy air intensified the musty odor.
Heath spun around and stared. His eyes shone golden in the scant light. Moisture gleamed on his throat and brawny chest.
Words failed Aimee. Her need proved too great to deny. She cupped his bristly cheeks and brought his mouth to hers.
He inhaled sharply.
Sagged against him, she drowned in his heat, savored his scent, and parted her lips.
His tongue filled her and explored.
She did the same with him. The tastiest food had never satisfied as he did, his clean taste indescribable and pure man. The same as his whiskered cheeks rasping hers. No weapon could have made her feel safer than he did. He gentled his brute strength and held her carefully.
Her ears buzzed. She came alive as she never had, wreathed her arms around his shoulders, and pressed close.
The prominent bulge between his legs nudged her mound. Her sex responded and grew damp, congested, wanting of him.
The same as Netta’s surely did. Aimee knew her sister too well to believe anything else. Reluctant to leave his embrace, Aimee nevertheless pulled away and snatched what breath she could.
Her moisture shone on his lips. Carnal hunger burned in his eyes.
She stepped aside and left him to Netta. The only woman she would ever share him with.
* * * *
Netta had always believed the moment Aimee and Heath embraced, she’d bolt and would banish their intimate moments from her mind.
Her legs barely supported her. Unable to flee, she froze.
Heath pulled her into his arms and claimed her lips, his mouth hard yet tender, his beard-roughened skin more balm than irritation.
She drove her fingers into his thick, silky hair and suckled his tongue. Complete madness. This couldn’t last. She should have strangled Aimee for pushing her past temptation until she couldn’t control herself.
Netta’s tongue played with his then forced it from her mouth so she could fill him.
He made an amused sound and allowed her what she willed.
Her smile touched his.
If Netta could have decided the future, she would have joined him and Aimee in his mud house, worn his marriage collar proudly, and given him the sons all men craved. Daughters too. He only had to want her as she did him.
She’d lied about surrendering to her fate. From his first night on the isle, she’d yearned for a kind word, a loving touch, respect, acceptance, this.
He deepened their kiss. His chest crushed her breasts. He pushed his magnificent sex against her mound. They shared each breath. Their hearts beat as one.
Lightheaded, she tore her mouth free and gulped air.
Aimee joined them.
* * * *
None of Heath’s bawdy dreams had matched this.
Aimee kissed his throat, Netta his chest, their lips softer than velvet, tongues wet. Even the sun couldn’t match their heat. They smelled of flowers, clean skin, an ocean breeze, a summery day. Life at its best.
Pity if he had to die for these few moments.
Muted laughter and music sounded from the courtyard. No growls or orders from Royce. Yet. Once he happened by this room, the accusations and threats would surely come.
Heath would deal with them when he had no other choice. He pressed his toes into the cool marble to keep still so Aimee and Netta wouldn’t come to their senses and leave.
They all should, though together, and remain that way throughout the night and tomorrow, perhaps the following weeks. This confined space wasn’t large enough for him to take them fully or repeatedly unless they stood. Only a bedchamber would do. There were certainly enough in the mansion.
Though besotted, he wasn’t mad enough to invade Tristan and Diana’s home. That left his mud house or the surrounding forest. The trees were closer. He should suggest them.
Netta captured his mouth and slipped her tongue inside, blocking any possible words. He suckled her deeper then took command and filled her mouth instead.
She slumped against him, a prisoner to his will.
Aimee kissed his scarred back and stroked his ass and thighs.
His hair stood on end. Her touch branded him, the same as Netta’s mouth. He swayed into one then the other, unwilling to neglect either, unsatisfied because he couldn’t get closer.