Montego Bay (Moresome International, Book One) (Multiple Partner Romance) by Demi Alex Read Online Free PDF Page A

needed to get laid and let loose. I wasn’t fucking frigid. I was deprived.
    I forced the negative thoughts from my mind, and took in the beautiful views on the pool deck. Everyone appeared seductive, and seemingly comfortable in his or her skin. I was determined to be the same. I drank the delicious cocktails and played at improving my flirting skills, enjoying my new friends and their witty conversation.
    We were on our second round of drinks when Al leaned his elbows on the table and met my gaze dead on. “What’s his name?”
    “Whose name?” I swiveled the straw and dunked the cherry three times, then took a tiny sip because I decided I needed to slow down. The hum dancing beneath my sun kissed skin had nothing to do with the band and everything to do with the bartender’s heavy hand.
    “The guy you’re trying to get over? The dickwad that let you get away?” Al insisted.
    “It’s not like that.” I plucked the cherry from the sweet drink and popped it in my mouth. “Not at all,” I managed between clenched teeth as I yanked off the stem.
    “Not at all?” Al said, grinning at G, and G winking back at him.
    I took my time chewing every last bit of the delectable fruit, made a show of wiping tasty drops of juice from the side of my mouth, and pasted on a huge smile. “Nope. I’m not here to get over a guy. I’m here to get one. But…well, first I need to decide which one I want.”
    G raised a hand in the air, and I smacked it with an exaggerated hi-five. “Do tell, sexy lady. Don’t bait us like that and leave us hanging. Talk.”
    “Well,” I drawled, pausing and taking another sip. “I need to lose my inhibitions. Get laid. Rediscover, or discover, what it’s like to let go at the hands of another.”
    “That’s easy. You’re very beautiful, sweet as heck, and have a body to die for. Just choose a fuckmate,” G replied.
    “It’s not that easy. I haven’t been laid in forever, and when I was getting some action, it wasn’t too great.”
    “You mean he wasn’t great,” G interrupted.
    “Because, baby girl, you’re hot as fuck,” Al added. “I’d do anything to put a satisfied smile on that beautiful face of yours.”
    “Anything?” G asked, throwing his husband a knowing look.
    “Anything,” Al confirmed.
    Little sexy fire ants sassed up my arms, down my chest, and pooled at the juncture of my thighs. Wow. Saying these men were hot was a definite understatement. Guess the dampness on my panties wasn’t helping to put out the fire.
    “So, you’re ex was a horrible lover. Ever had a real lover?”
    “What?” I said, returning to earth and sucking down way too much of my drink to quench my thirst.
    G laughed, wrapped an arm around my waist, and settled his hard groin against my hip as he suckled the soft flesh of my earlobe. Slow, sexy, hot. Did I mention these men were hot? Liquid flames erupted in my body and my tummy flipped.
    “Al asked if you’ve ever had a real lover,” G murmured. “One who knew how to make your body sing with one orgasm after another?”
    More than one orgasm? Was he serious?
    I shook my head and licked my lips. “No. I’ve only been with two men. My asshole-ex, and the guy in school that took my virginity. But we only had sex once. We were both virgins, so I can’t really blame him. We did make each other happy in other ways—if you know what I mean.” I couldn’t tell them how great his mouth had been or how good he tasted. It was simply too much information.
    “But nothing with the most recent ex?” Al switched his drink order to scotch, clearly annoyed for my experience.
    I shook my head.
    “Fuck him,” Al exclaimed, draining his glass and bringing it down on the hard surface of the table with a thud. “No. I take that back. Don’t ever fuck him again. The jackass is probably some greedy two-inch dick that doesn’t know how to use his equipment.”
    “Well,” I began, but erupted into a fit of laughter when I’d processed what