Tropical Sin: Bandicoot Cove, Book 3 by Lexxie Couper Read Free Book Online

don’t—”
    A knock on the suite’s door stopped her. She and Aidan looked at each other, a small grin playing with the corners of Aidan’s mouth. “That’ll be Mason.”
    “Oh, let me open the door.” McKenzie scrambled away from him, almost falling off the bed as she did so. She was happy, so damn happy she wanted to shout it to the world, no matter how clichéd the notion. “I wanna see his face when he sees what we’ve been up to.”
    “Mack!” Aidan burst out, throwing a pillow at her as she all but sprinted for the door.
    She dodged it, throwing him a wide smile over her shoulder as she messed her hair up more and smoothed out her rumpled T-shirt until the hem fell just below her backside. She wrapped her fingers around the doorknob and gave Aidan one last look over her shoulder. “Wanna bet he threatens to tell Mum?”
    Before Aidan could answer, she flung open the door.
    And found Nick Blackthorne leaning against the doorframe, his pitch-black sunglasses perched atop his ink-black hair, his piercing grey eyes fixed completely on her.
    “Hello, McKenzie Wood from Goss Weekly. Any chance I can join in?”

Chapter Four
    Aidan didn’t just scramble from the bed; he leapt from it. He stared hard at the rock star leaning in the threshold, his heart thumping fast. “What the fuck are—?” he began, a second before Nick’s gaze slid to him and he realized he was standing in the middle of a hotel room with his tackle—still semi-hard and probably glistening with McKenzie’s juices—on show.
    Jaw clamping shut, glare locked on Nick’s smiling face, he shoved his dick back into his cargos and yanked up his fly. What the hell was Nick Blackthorne doing here? And what the hell did he mean “join in”?
    “Nick?” McKenzie’s startled voice shattered the suffocating silence, and from the corner of Aidan’s eye he saw her step back from the open door, her eyebrows dipping in a stunned frown. “I…we…you…”
    She stammered over the personal pronouns, each one passing her lips in a short, breathless hiccup, her normal poise nowhere to be seen.
    The rock star raised his eyebrows, a grin Aidan would have sworn was cheeky playing with his lips, if not for the hesitation in his eyes. And the uncertainty.
    Nick himself, it seemed, didn’t really know why he was here. Or what was going to happen next.
    “How can we help you, Nick?” Aidan held the man’s stare, a heavy beat thumping in his temple, his throat. If what the singer was going to suggest was what Aidan suspected…
    An unbidden image flickered through his head, McKenzie, naked, pressed between them both, her head thrown back as both Nick’s mouth and his own explored the perfection of her throat, her breasts.
    His pulse quickened and his balls—so recently depleted—grew hard. Jesus Christ, what was he thinking?
    “I came to ask…” Nick paused, rubbing at his mouth with a hand before raking it through his hair; hair, Aidan couldn’t help but notice, much more messy than it had been at the bar. “I wanted…” He let out a harsh breath, shaking his head and stepping backward. “Fuck,” he muttered, turning his face away, “where’s the cool fucking rock star when I need him?”
    Aidan’s pulse beat faster. He narrowed his eyes, knowing he should do something, say something. But what? What exactly did he want to say?
    Before he could work that out, however, Nick swung his stare back to them both, looking first at McKenzie and then Aidan, a calm resolution falling over his face. A face hundreds of thousands of women—and likely a few men—fantasized about over and over again. A face, when combined with a voice unlike any the world had heard, that elevated Nick Blackthorne beyond fantasies.
    “I want to have a threesome,” he said, that ambiguous accent almost all Australian now. “So fucking much I’m aching all over.”
    McKenzie’s mouth fell open, but not before Aidan was at her side, his stare locked on Nick. “I