Royally Claimed

  “You don’t like admitting it out loud, but trust me, you are definitely the kind of girl who responds to a filthy mouth like mine.”

  “Trust me, history would say otherwise,” I whispered.

  “Which only tells me you’ve clearly never met a guy who can talk to you, and touch you like you should be talked to and touched.”

  “Is that a fact?”

  He nodded. “Yep.”

  I could feel myself drawn to him, like a moth to flame or like some sort of undeniable magnetic pull. This was so far past anything I’d ever done or any way I’d ever acted with a total stranger, but again, my thoughts from earlier came teasing back inside.

  I was single. And, like it or not, I was in this insanely gorgeous locale. I was barefoot at a beach party, the Caribbean moon shining down on me while some insanely attractive, crude-talking, panty-meltingly filthy, tattooed bad-boy type was very forwardly trying to get into my pants.

  This was everything I needed right then.

  “And what kind of guy might that be?” I said, letting myself get pulled into this vacation-fantasy.

  “A guy like me, actually,” he growled.

  I shivered.

  Here we were under an island moon on the beach, with pulsing lights, grooving music, and sweaty half-bare bodies swirling around us. And after all, my whole reasoning for even going to the beach party had been for some temporary escape. Some casual fun.

  Yeah, a man who looked like this was certainly both those things, and the throbbing heat coursing through my body felt the same way.

  “Piece by piece, huh?”

  I gasped as the hand on my hip pulled tight, yanking me against him. My hands instinctively went up to his hard chest, my fingers grazing over his skin.

  Holy shit.

  I’d never moved this fast. I never remotely moved this fast, with any man, and I have to say, there was something thrilling about it. There was something so risqué about being a complete unknown in this strange place, and knowing I could drag this man to a dark corner of the beach right now and let him do whatever he wanted to me without anyone batting an eye.

  He grinned at me hungrily, as if reading my thoughts. “Let’s go get a drink.”

  If by drink you mean fucking me eight ways ’til Sunday, then yes please?

  I blushed at the filthy, totally out of character thought that slipped through my head. Instead, I made myself smile, forcing myself not to shiver against him as I nodded.

  “Sure.”

  “I’m Foster, by the way,” he murmured, his eyes dancing across my face”

  “Cassandra. Or, just Cassie. Cassie works.”

  “Yeah but Cassandra has such a sexy feel to it.”

  “Totally agree.”

  The voice from behind me made me gasp, and I whirled in Foster’s arms.

  Whoa.

  Seriously, seriously whoa.

  The man who’s deep baritone had made me jump was just as gorgeous as Foster, and looked like they’d been cut from the same cloth. The same low-slung swimsuit, the same shirtless, ridiculously grooved and muscled chest, the broad shoulders and bulging arms, the same dark hair and dark eyes. Like Foster, he was covered in tattoo ink. Actually, he even had one of the same tattoos Foster did — a winged viking woman holding a sword and a scythe, wearing a motorcycle helmet.

  “I think Cassandra has a sexy feel to it too,” he murmured, his dark eyes dancing across mine, seemingly enjoying the surprise he’d given me.

  “This is Zane,” Foster said from behind, moving until he was standing in front of me next to Zane. He jabbed the other man sharply in the ribs. “He’s got a knack for showing up at shitty times.”

  “Bullshit, I think I showed up at exactly the right time,” Zane said, flashing me a heated, lingering grin that had me biting my lip and squeezing my thighs together.

  I’d almost have expected Foster to act how I’d expect most other guys would act when their buddy interrupted their game with a girl at a bar, shoving him off or telling him to get lost. But he only chuckled and shook his head, clapping the other guy on the back. “Cassandra and I were just about to get a drink and get to know each other better.” He glanced at me, those dark eyes flashing over me. “Weren’t we?”

  I swallowed and nodded quickly. “Oh, yeah.”

  “You mind if Zane joins the fun?”

  There was something in the way he said it, something just veiled enough to make me second guess the tone it set in my head. But there was a look that followed, a glance between the two men that said more than the words had.

  And it sent a tingle deep into my core, a hot flush between my legs.

  Mind if Zane joins the fun?

  The proper girl in me was scandalized at the thought that went through my head. The good girl was aghast at the filthy fantasy that suddenly crept it’s way inside. I shook my head, shoving those thoughts aside.

  No, this was just me feeling the thrill of being single and in this exotic location with two gorgeous men who looked like them showing me some flirting interest.

  This was me not having gotten laid in way too long.

  Except, the not-so-good girl inside — the part that lies deep inside every woman because we mostly keep it locked up — begged for something more.

  Something way darker and dirtier.

  I looked up at the two of them — both shirtless, and muscled, and inked, and dangerously out of place looking in the sea of preppy, moneyed, cultured resort-goers.

  And my mind was made up, no matter how “too far into the comment” I was looking.

  “Not at all!” I smiled at Foster and then Zane. “Let's get a drink.”

  Chapter 5

  “We’re just here for work. Boss is paying for the place on his dime.”

  Foster grinned at me, across the low, round table we’d found off on the outskirts of the party under some palm trees. Down the beach in front of us, the party still raged on, with the lights and the music and the dancers. But where we’d clustered around our little beach table with some glasses, a lime, and a bottle of tequila Zane bought with cash at the bar, it was quieter.

  Darker.

  Out of sight.

  The thought that I was now not in a public place with two big, somewhat dangerous looking strangers crossed my mind. But then, I’d always been good at reading people and situations, and nothing about this said danger.

  “Not a bad job.” I picked up my glass and sipped at the tequila. “What do you guys do?”

  “We’re in logistics,” Zane said quickly, shrugging. “Getting things from point a to point b, fixing problems, that kind of stuff.”

  “How about you?” Foster’s eyes flashed at me as he leaned onto his elbows on the table.

  “Non-profit. We organize food aid relief for disaster areas.”

  Both men’s brows shot up and Zane chuckled as he pushed his hand through his thick hair. “Looks like we’re not the only ones out of place here.”

  I rolled my eyes. “My parents — my mom and her husband I mean. They wanted me to come along.”

  “Oh so you’re a daddy’s girl.”

  “Step-dad, and God no.”

  They grinned.

  “Well what kind of girl are you, Cassandra?” Zane’s plastic beach chair was close to my left, and he leaned in close, his arm draping across the back of mine.

  I bit my lip, holding his eyes. “Right now? The kind that likes tequila on the beach, I guess.”

  Zane grinned, knocking back the rest of his drink and reaching for the bottle. “I’ll drink to that.” He splashed some into his glass, and then Foster’s, before tilting it my way.

  Bad idea. Go home. Stop flirting with the idea of actually—

  “Sure,” I nodded.

  He grinned.

  Foster suddenly reached for the lime we’d picked up at the bar, and my eyes went wide as he suddenly pulled a sharp looking blade out from somewhere and started to slice it up on the table.

  “Okay, wh
ere exactly were you hiding that?” I said with a laugh.

  “You’d be pleasantly surprised by what I’m hiding in my shorts, darlin.” Foster grinned wickedly at me as he deftly cut the lime into slices. I blushed as he slid me one and raised his glass.

  “To meeting new people.”

  The tequila burned and the lime was sweet, and I breathed out as I looked up at the starlit night sky, feeling the drink and the excitement of it all coursing through me.

  Zane’s arm moved back to the back of my chair, his bare arm brushing my shoulders and sending a shiver through me. Foster poured us another drink, and I noticed his chair had moved closer as well.

  I wasn’t entirely upset with that situation.

  Zane groaned as his friend slid the newly-full glasses our way. “Fuck, dude, slow it. You trying to get me drunk or something?”

  I laughed as he grinned at me, shaking his head.

  “Aww, what’s the matter? Can’t keep up?” I grinned wickedly, arching my brows at him as I grabbed my shot and downed it right in front of him.

  Foster whistled as Zane shook his head.

  “Hey.” I shrugged. “I went to college.”

  He chuckled. “All body shots and beer-bongs huh?”

  I rolled my eyes. “You know what’s hilarious? I actually somehow got through college without ever doing a body shot.”

  Zane’s grin suddenly widened, his eyes flashing at me.

  “You don’t say,” Foster’s voice growled in my ear from behind.

  I swallowed the sudden heat in my throat. “Nope,” I said, shaking my head as I slowly turned to him.

  “I think we should fix that.” Zane’s arm tightened across my shoulders, and I felt the excitement pulse through me.

  “Get on the table.”

  The sharpness, and the roughness of his voice sent a shock through me as I turned to him.

  “What?”

  “Get,” he said evenly, his dark eyes holding mine. “That sweet ass on the table.”

  I bit my lip, feeling my heart thumping in my chest. “For?”

  He grinned and lifted the bottle. “For a body shot, of course. I’m telling you, you’re missing out.”

  I held that look of his for a second or two, weighing what I was actually considering doing here. But again, that voice took over. This was a vacation, and I needed to stop hanging on so tight. I needed to let go.

  “Sure,” I shrugged casually, like this was nothing to me. Both men grinned. I stood, and slowly pulled myself onto the round, wooden beach table in front of us. For a moment, I was on my knees, facing away from the men, and I swear I heard a growl behind me before I turned onto my back.

  “Like this?”

  “Almost,” Zane said softly, leaning over me. “Open up, gorgeous,” he murmured. His hand moved out and slowly slid a lime wedge between my parted lips. I shivered as I felt another pair of hands peel my shirt up a little higher, higher until it was right beneath my breasts, my skin tingling with something wild.

  “I’ll go first,” Zane husked, his eyes burning into mine. He leaned over me, and I giggled as I felt the cool liquid pour over my belly, trickling and teasing down over my belly button towards the waist of my wrap-around skirt.

  Suddenly, hot breath and warm lips pressed into my skin, sucking the tequila from it. His tongue rasped against my belly, making my whole body tingle as he licked down, down to my hip to lick the last drops of tequila from my skin. He pulled back, and before I could process it, the inked, muscled man leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.

  It was quick, a brush of his on mine, and then he pulled back with the lime in his teeth and a dark grin on his face.

  My heart pounded.

  “My turn,” Foster murmured. Another lime was pressed between my lips, my chest still heaving as another shot was poured over my skin.

  I whimpered this time, Foster’s tongue doing much more than lap at tequila as he moved his mouth lower. His lips fastened around that sensitive little inch by my hipbone, where my tummy started to slope down into the waist of my panties. My hips actually raised a half inch as his wicked tongue lapped at my skin, a moan catching in my throat before he pulled away.

  My body tingled as he leaned in, his lips brushing me like Zane’s just had, and coming back with the lime.

  The table was silent then, the three of us all looking at each other.

  “I think,” Zane murmured, leaning into me as he pulled me into a sitting position on the edge of the table. “I think you should show us where you’re staying.”

  Heat pulsed through my body as my eyes went wide. I glanced at the two of them — two gorgeous, hot, strangers who very clearly wanted to move this past drinks on the beach.

  And God if I wasn’t thinking it too.

  But this was crazy, right? I’d never in a million years thought of—

  Well, no, that was a lie. I mean, of course I’d at one point or another had the fantasy of two men wanting me and sharing me — what girl hasn’t? But that’s all it’d ever been, a fantasy. A dark, wicked thought in the back of my mind that only came out at my wildest, and again, only in fantasy.

  But here it was, in front of me. Here on this dark beach with two men oozing sex and danger, it was right there for taking.

  Just how much rebound vacation sex was I looking for?

  “I’m… I’m not sure,” I said noncommittally.

  “I am,” Foster growled, moving against my leg. “I’m pretty sure you want to show us. Maybe we could bring this party there.”

  “You’re very forward,” I husked out, my eyes locked on his.

  “We’re forward guys.”

  “I can see that.”

  Zane leaned in, and I gasped as his lips almost brushed my ear. “How’s this for forward, darlin? How about, we want to take you back to your overpriced cabana, tear that dress that daddy probably bought off of you, and take our time with every inch of that sweet body?”

  Time froze for a second.

  “No one bought this for me,” I whispered.

  “It’s still going to get torn the fuck off.”

  Foster’s lips brushed my other ear. “And then we’re going to use the pieces to tie you to your big king-sized, plush bed. Then me and Zane here? We’re going to cut those fucking lacy, expensive as fuck panties you’re probably wearing off and were going to put our mouths over every single inch of you.”

  Zane’s hand dropped to my bare thigh, his strong fingers teasing over my skin and making my heart leap into my throat. “And then we’re going to take turns fucking you.”

  Holy. Fuck.

  “Too forward?” Foster grinned into my neck.

  My face was bright red, my breath coming in shallow gasps as every inch of my skin burned and tingled.

  “No,” I whispered, my eyes darting between the two of them.

  I was freaking out. And incredibly turned on. And wanting this more than anything.

  “You want to say yes to this,” Zane growled into my ear, his bare chest pressing into my arm.

  I swallowed.

  “You have it all over your face, darlin. You want to say yes to this.”

  “Why don’t you let yourself go?” Foster growled.

  Slowly, I nodded.

  “My cabana is that way.”

  What am I doing?

  The men grinned as they helped me down from the table, each of them taking one of my hands. “Lead the way, gorgeous.”

  Chapter 6

  My pounded the whole way back to my cabana. I mean, fantasy was one thing, but was I seriously about to invite two strange, gorgeous men into my bed?

  At the same time?

  There was something so dirty, and so slutty and wild about it that had my skin tingle as we walked barefoot over the sand towards my room. I walked up the stairs to the door ahead of them, turning the knob and shivering at the feel of two sets of eyes trailing over my body from behind.

  This was it. This was the “now or never”, ?
??do or do not” moment. This was my last chance to turn and tell them that I was sorry but this was beyond my comfort zone.

  Except I wasn’t sure if it actually was.

  I stepped into the room.

  “So, should we get that drink—”

  I gasped as my words were cut off by Foster’s lips on mine. His kiss was hard and demanding, his hands pulling me close as I melted into him. I moaned into his lips, letting him pull me against him and opening my mouth for his tongue.

  He pulled back, leaving me gasping and panting, our eyes wild as we stared at each other.

  And then suddenly, Zane stepped forward, brought his hand up to cup my jaw, and pulled me into a second kiss. I moaned as I molded my body to his, hands grazing those perfect arms as he hungrily drank the kiss from my lips. I felt Foster move behind me, his hands on my hips and his lips brushing my neck. I whimpered, feeling the two big, dominant men sandwich me between them.

  Foster pulled my face around, claiming my mouth as it left his friend’s. I moaned, feeling two huge bulges at the front of their shorts throbbing against me from both sides.

  I gasped into Foster’s mouth as I felt Zane’s hands move up over my belly, his finger hooking into my tank top and slowly pulling it up. I gasped as he peeled it up to just under my breasts, his fingers brushing my skin before skimming it off. He groaned. I’d gone braless, and I whimpered into Foster’s mouth as Zane’s hands came up to my bare breasts. Fingers teased over my nipples, making them stand out at attention. The feel of his lips on my breasts, his tongue swirling over one pink nipple had me sagging against his friends, moaning into his kiss.

  Foster’s hands slid down my hips, pulling at my sarong skirt before suddenly yanking it undone. It dropped to my feet, leaving me standing there pressed between two gorgeous men in just my panties. His hands moved over the front of them, a finger delving between my legs to rub at the growing wet spot at the front. I moaned as he rubbed my pussy, his friend lapping at my nipples and toying with my breasts.

  The men moved harder against me, hands and lips getting more demanding, and rougher. I gasped, losing myself in the craziness of it all and the filthy fantasy I was actually about to experience.