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The house they were staying in for the spring was beautiful. Old and spacious, lacking electricity, but updatedwith the luxury of modern plumbing. The large soaking tub in the bathroom was a major selling point.

“Where’s she hiding?” Ryan said in a low voice from the staircase. The light from the oil lantern he was holding preceded him as he stepped onto the landing and turned to face her.

As always, when she saw him, her heart did a double tap in her chest. The soft, warm light from the oil lantern softened his features and cast a shadow on his face that made him look more intense than usual.

“There she is,” he said, his voice a soft rumble. He moved into the room and put the oil lamp onto a small accent table to the right of the door.

“You found me,” she said with a mischievous smile, butterflies in her stomach as he walked toward her.

“My wife,” he said in a low voice that went straight between her thighs, drawing her into his embrace when he closed the distance between them.

“Yes,” she breathed, thrilling at the very idea. She put her arms around his neck and leaned into him.

They’d married less than twenty-four hours ago in Miami before they hired a ferry to bring them out to the island. It still felt surreal, something that made her smile every time she remembered. Every time she looked at her ring.

It was a simple band, just what she wanted. Nothing like the overwrought emerald monstrosity that Linus had presented her with.

“Our wife,” Lindsay’s voice said, petulantly.

Ryan drew her closer, possessively, making Evie laugh.

“Your wife,” she said, nodding agreeably at Lindsay who stood in the doorway with that twinkle in his eye.

“Our wife,” Alex agreed, arms slipping around Lindsay’s waist. He rested his chin on Lindsay’s shoulder, watching Evie and Ryan with a keen interest that made her suppress a shiver of anticipation.

“That’s not what the paper says,” Ryan said.

“Paper be damned,” Lindsay said, dismissively. He turned his face to brush his nose against Alex’s cheek, then he pulled out of Alex’s grip to limp toward them.

“You’re going to get her all dirty,” Ryan said, pivoting to put himself between Lindsay and Evie. His big bodyblocked Lindsay from view, but she could picture the look on his face perfectly.

“Oh, yes,” Lindsay said with glee. “Yes, I’m going to.”

Evie tried to wriggle out of Ryan’s grip, but he held her fast. “Unhand me,” she said, trying to give him a severe look.

“No,” he said, simply, and then he lowered his face toward hers. Try as she might, she couldn’t resist him anymore now than she could the first day she laid eyes on him. His lips were firm and then melting, his tongue coaxing her lips open so he could taste her mouth. She made a sound through her nose.

Another pair of hands were slipping around her waist now, caressing her stomach through the thin silk of her dress.

She recognized Lindsay’s warm, mouthwatering scent as he pressed his lips to her shoulder.

Slowly, she and Ryan parted lips and she wasn’t at all surprised to find Alex standing between them, looking up at Ryan with the worshipful expression he reserved only for him. He picked up one of Ryan’s hands and one of Evie’s hands and pressed one to his lips and then the other. Then, he unfurled Ryan’s mutilated hand and, watching his face closely, slid one of Ryan’s remaining fingers into his mouth. Ryan watched him with eyes that brightened with hot intensity.

Lindsay’s hands traced the line of her hips and she tore her eyes away from Ryan’s face to look down at them and the way they reverently caressed her belly, her ribcage, and then made their way up to her breast, naked under the thin fabric of her dress. She slid her hands over his and put her head back against his shoulder, savoring every sensation.

“No undergarments, Mrs. Lockwood?” Lindsay whispered in her ear.

“None at all,” she said, biting her lip to curb her smile. She opened her eyes to find Ryan and Alex watching them, their interest apparently piqued by this information.

“Always so thoughtful, Dolly,” Alex said, relinquishing Ryan’s hand. He stepped between her and Ryan so that he could slide his hands over her hips and down the small of her back. He pressed the front of his body against hers, the growing hardness of his cock very evident against herlower belly. She smiled at him as he leaned his face toward hers until their foreheads were pressed together. He took a deep breath through his nose and let it out through his mouth as his hands clutched at her flesh hard enough to bruise. His mouth hovered near hers, making her lips sting with the need to be kissed.

Then, his head was being tilted backward and Evie didn’t realize until Ryan was lowering his face toward Alex’s that he had a fistful of Alex’s pale hair. He claimed Alex’s mouth with a brutality that he reserved only for him, throwing fuel on the flames of her lust. Lindsay’s lips on the side of her neck, her ear, causing her to moan and grind back against him.

“If you keep doing that, you might find yourself really dirty,” Lindsay said with a breathy laugh against her ear.

“Good,” she murmured. “There’s a bathtub in the other room.”

“I’ll go fill it,” Ryan said automatically, relinquishing Alex’s mouth. His eyes glowed like stars. He tilted forward until he was leaning over Alex’s shoulder and pressed his mouth against hers. Her hand stole into her thick, beautiful hair for a moment while they enjoyed the rich, messy beauty of another kiss.