Chapter Thirty-nine
AT his grandson’s bald question, King swallowed his tongue and coughed up a fur ball, at least that’s how he felt.
Morgan and Aiden grinned like baboons.
The triplets were going swimming . . . in the beautiful, beautiful buff. And they were nearly as pleased as King and his friends were. Well, at least he was cool with the idea—well, hot with it, actually—though he was only hot because Harmony was doing it.
Damned if he didn’t want to get naked and swim with her. Not too smart after her symbolic key, and their night of glorious sex, during which he’d lost all control, which he hated more than, well, coughing up a fur ball.
Nevertheless, last night had been the best, and scariest, sex ever. It was out of body scary. I want more scary. I can’t live without her scary. And who could blame him? Any man who had sex with the Orgasmatron would be turned on, and scared, except that he didn’t want any other man having sex with her.
Harmony Cartwright had perfected the art of the multiple orgasm. She took charge and rode the big O into extended multiples, times infinity, one after another. He should be wearing slings and bandages, after last night. What a workout. Good thing he was already using a cane. He ached everywhere: in his back, his arms, and especially in his contented cock. Except it wasn’t that contented anymore, with the naked swimming and all.
She’d ridden him hard all night, and he was ready to do her again. Go figure. More than ready, because, well, she’d inspired, manipulated, choreographed . . . his first multiple orgasm. Okay, only two in a row, but he’d nearly died of rapture. Damned if he hadn’t wanted more . . . until that emotional commitment key thing, a gift he didn’t have the guts to use.
Some pleasures in life weren’t good for you, and he guessed Hellcat Harmony was one of them.
“Dad,” Reggie said, pulling him back to his surroundings.
“You rang?”
“Jake and I are going upstairs to take our own ritual baths. Harmony gave me some of the eucalyptus, lemon-grass, rosemary, and lavender oil she and her sisters are going to put on before their swim. After that, Jake and I are taking a nap . . . a long nap.”
“I think that’s a very good idea,” King said as he watched them go.
When he turned back to the room, he saw Harmony watching him, as if she could peel away his layers to reveal his secrets. He wasn’t fond of that probing, intrusive look of hers. But, great guns, was he fond of her.
“Let’s go undress,” she told her sisters, while she watched him. “We’ve got a bonfire and a ritual to prepare for.”
King shook his head. “Shouldn’t you conserve your energy for a ritual?”
Harmony tilted her head, as if she were about to impart a great secret. “Certain . . . sensual . . . exercises . . . increase our power.”
“Then you must be pretty damned powerful.” The echo of his words mocked him. Good thing Reggie and Jake had gone up.
Eighteen minutes later, the gorgeous, sexy, unselfconscious trio came downstairs wearing identical short black lace beach robes . . . and what—if anything—beneath them?
After the girls crossed the kitchen to go out the back door to the beach, Morgan and Aiden rushed to the kitchen window, and King limped sedately behind. “Did they make it to the beach yet?”
“Not yet,” Morgan said, his face plastered to the glass.
King looked down his nose at their hormonal-teen-type snooping, and yet, he was going to join them. He turned to go back into the great hall. “We can get closer and see better from the old tower,” he called from behind the stairs. “Beat you up there.”
“No fair,” Aiden called as the goofs went running up the stairs, “we don’t remember the way.”
King hit the Up button on the elevator.
When Aiden and Morgan got to the tower, trying to catch their breaths, he had already opened the shutters and casement. “Two grown men racing up the stairs to play Peeping Tom,” he said.
Aiden chuckled. “The way I see it, we’re three sexually healthy adult males, watching three sexually healthy adult females, who invited us to watch. There go the robes.”
“Now that’s what I call a sand-witch,” King said. “Must be why my mouth is watering.”
Morgan clapped a hand to his chest. “They’re spreading oil on each other. I think I’m having a heart attack.”
Aiden looked to the heavens as if in thanks. “Life doesn’t get any better than this.”
Morgan scoffed. “Sure it does. We get to spread the oil on them.”
“Then they spread it on us,” King said, fueling the fantasy.
Aiden lit up. “You think it’s edible oil?”
Morgan barked a laugh.
“We’re sick bastards,” King said, transfixed by the sight. “Look at them, three stunning, voluptuous mermaids, symbols of feminine sexuality, stars of the sea, returning to the place of their birth.”
“The mermaid,” Aiden said, “is the siren whose irresistible call leads men to their doom.”
Morgan shook his head. “Not really. The mermaid as siren is only an ancient myth, though her lure is powerful.”
King gaped. “They teach you that at the seminary?”
“Aren’t mermaids a link between passion and destruction?” Aiden asked.
“Then give me passion,” King said.
Aiden nodded. “And give me destruction.”
“Hey how did we get on a mermaid kick? Oh, yeah,” Morgan said. “King started it.”
“Pretty poetic for a straitlaced brass ass.” Aiden slapped him on the back. “Are you converting, King?”
“To what? Witchcraft?”
“No,” Aiden said. “Humanity. Are you growing a heart?”
King nodded toward the girls, up to their beautiful asses in water. “She wants me to.”
“Fancy that,” Aiden said. “Can’t imagine why.”
“Didn’t you pay your penance yet, King?” Morgan asked. “About time you got a life, don’t you think?”
“Son of a bitch. That’s the third time I’ve heard that this week.”
“I rest my case.” Morgan leaned out the window. “Third time’s the charm.”
“Let’s mosey on out there and sit on the beach,” Aiden suggested.
“Who are you, Doc Holliday? Mosey?” King shook his head.
“Oh come on,” Aiden said. “You know you want to go down there as much as I do.”
“I don’t know,” Morgan admitted. “You know the witch everybody else thinks is the gentle and quiet Pollyanna?”
“The one you call a bitch,” Aiden said.
“Yeah, her. She looks me in the eye, and I shut down.”
“Sexually?” King asked.
Morgan blew out a breath. “I’d probably be better off. No, my brain shuts down and I stand there dumb as a rock. And my cock, well, that’s like a rock, too.”
Aiden looked confused. “How can she scare you, if you don’t believe in the paranormal?”
“It’s not the witch that scares me, but damned if I know what does. She’s the most mysterious of the three, don’t you think?”
“Maybe,” King said. “But Harmony’s the most open. Too open, I think. Scary open.”
“’Cause you could fall in, huh?” Aiden kept an eye on the girls. “Storm, she’s the rebel. I could really get into rebels.”
Morgan elbowed him. “Cut the crap. You already have.”
“I wish.” Aiden paled. “Did you forget about the islands?”
Morgan shook his head. “That was more than a year ago. You turning celibate on us now?”
“He’s right,” King said. “You gotta let the beast out of his cage. You won’t find a woman more open to adventure than Storm.”
Aiden nodded. “I’ve been thinking along the same lines lately.”
“Think harder,” Morgan said.
Aiden winced. “Couldn’t get any harder.”
The girls’ laughter caught their attention, the sound sluicing over King like cool air on a warm day, except that it raised his body temperature instead of cooling it.
Morgan did a double take and gave his full attention to the scene on the beach. “Guys, Harmony’s waving us down. Let’s go.”