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Authors: Catelyn Cash
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hair and said happily, “I think it’s my turn to choose the next scenario.”
Chapter Seven
The storm ended sometime after dark, but Jake had already called the mainland to say they were safe, had shelter, and that rescue could wait till morning. Which left the trio with the whole night to indulge themselves.
Kayla doubted there was a position the ancient Mayans had tried that she, Jake, and Seth didn’t attempt, provided there were enough body parts to go round. The men were insatiable, taking her to the very edge of her limits, and she loved every second. When the generator finally packed up, they moved outside and carried on shamelessly by moonlight, the jungle a dark blanket beneath them, stretching to the silver ribbon of the river in the distance. With the night insects kept at bay by the recent downpour and a freshening breeze atop the pyramid, Kayla could easily believe she was in paradise. It was close to dawn before she finally rolled Jake’s sleeping bag out under the stars and curled up with the men in an exhausted, satisfied sleep.
She awoke in someone’s arms but couldn’t summon the energy to open her eyes to see which of the men held her. Instead she basked in the gentle heat of the morning sun on her bare skin.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Seth murmured against her ear, answering the question of which man held her. His erection prodded her lower back.
“No more,” she grumbled. “At least not until I see if I can walk.”
“You’d better start practicing.” Jake, barefoot, shirtless but wearing jeans, rummaged in one of the rucksacks. He found the binoculars and carried them to the pyramid steps, using them to look toward the river. “There’s a boat just tying up at the jetty,” he called out. “And there are more behind.”
“Boats?” Kayla leaped up, ignoring her protesting muscles, and began to search frantically for her clothes.
“First one seems to be full of my students,” Jake said. “They’re unloading the supplies that should have come yesterday. Dammit. They’re never up this early. The other boats look to be full of tourists, so we’d better get a move on.”
Kayla saw her shorts and snatched them up. She found her shirt and boots, but everything else was gone, presumably lost in the storm. Clutching her prizes, she dived into the temple to dress. Hopping from foot to foot, she managed to get the shorts on, then slipped her feet into her boots, not bothering to look for socks or taking the time to do up the laces.
“Where is everyone now?” she yelled. “Can you see them?”
Seth followed her inside, to where he had spread his own clothes out to dry. He pulled his trousers on with the swift efficiency of a man used to dressing in a hurry, though he winced as he forced his impressive erection into his trousers and struggled to fasten them. Shaking his T-shirt out, he walked back to the doorway.
“Can’t see anyone yet,” he reported.
Light streamed in from the doorway, subtly highlighting his powerful body, and Kayla paused her panic long enough to check him out in daylight. She glimpsed his tattoo before he pulled his T-shirt over his head—a sword, wings, and a banner with a motto she couldn’t read but wished she had time to explore.
Seth turned and caught her staring. “Hells bells, woman. How do you expect me to ever get rid of my hard-on if you’re going to walk about topless?”
Kayla, still wearing her shorts, boots, and nothing else, felt her nipples harden into tight little peaks at the look in Seth’s eye.
“Are you blushing?” asked Seth, and she thrilled at his teasing, bantering tone. “You are. Jake? You’ve got to see this. Who’d have thought you were a blusher! A woman who can take two men in her—”
“Seth!” Kayla didn’t consider where she could take two men to be appropriate conversation for the bright light of day.
Hiding her grin, she stuffed her arms into the sleeves of her shirt. With nothing under it, the thin
Chapter Seven
The storm ended sometime after dark, but Jake had already called the mainland to say they were safe, had shelter, and that rescue could wait till morning. Which left the trio with the whole night to indulge themselves.
Kayla doubted there was a position the ancient Mayans had tried that she, Jake, and Seth didn’t attempt, provided there were enough body parts to go round. The men were insatiable, taking her to the very edge of her limits, and she loved every second. When the generator finally packed up, they moved outside and carried on shamelessly by moonlight, the jungle a dark blanket beneath them, stretching to the silver ribbon of the river in the distance. With the night insects kept at bay by the recent downpour and a freshening breeze atop the pyramid, Kayla could easily believe she was in paradise. It was close to dawn before she finally rolled Jake’s sleeping bag out under the stars and curled up with the men in an exhausted, satisfied sleep.
She awoke in someone’s arms but couldn’t summon the energy to open her eyes to see which of the men held her. Instead she basked in the gentle heat of the morning sun on her bare skin.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Seth murmured against her ear, answering the question of which man held her. His erection prodded her lower back.
“No more,” she grumbled. “At least not until I see if I can walk.”
“You’d better start practicing.” Jake, barefoot, shirtless but wearing jeans, rummaged in one of the rucksacks. He found the binoculars and carried them to the pyramid steps, using them to look toward the river. “There’s a boat just tying up at the jetty,” he called out. “And there are more behind.”
“Boats?” Kayla leaped up, ignoring her protesting muscles, and began to search frantically for her clothes.
“First one seems to be full of my students,” Jake said. “They’re unloading the supplies that should have come yesterday. Dammit. They’re never up this early. The other boats look to be full of tourists, so we’d better get a move on.”
Kayla saw her shorts and snatched them up. She found her shirt and boots, but everything else was gone, presumably lost in the storm. Clutching her prizes, she dived into the temple to dress. Hopping from foot to foot, she managed to get the shorts on, then slipped her feet into her boots, not bothering to look for socks or taking the time to do up the laces.
“Where is everyone now?” she yelled. “Can you see them?”
Seth followed her inside, to where he had spread his own clothes out to dry. He pulled his trousers on with the swift efficiency of a man used to dressing in a hurry, though he winced as he forced his impressive erection into his trousers and struggled to fasten them. Shaking his T-shirt out, he walked back to the doorway.
“Can’t see anyone yet,” he reported.
Light streamed in from the doorway, subtly highlighting his powerful body, and Kayla paused her panic long enough to check him out in daylight. She glimpsed his tattoo before he pulled his T-shirt over his head—a sword, wings, and a banner with a motto she couldn’t read but wished she had time to explore.
Seth turned and caught her staring. “Hells bells, woman. How do you expect me to ever get rid of my hard-on if you’re going to walk about topless?”
Kayla, still wearing her shorts, boots, and nothing else, felt her nipples harden into tight little peaks at the look in Seth’s eye.
“Are you blushing?” asked Seth, and she thrilled at his teasing, bantering tone. “You are. Jake? You’ve got to see this. Who’d have thought you were a blusher! A woman who can take two men in her—”
“Seth!” Kayla didn’t consider where she could take two men to be appropriate conversation for the bright light of day.
Hiding her grin, she stuffed her arms into the sleeves of her shirt. With nothing under it, the thin
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