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  Rex Sterling

  First Wife Club

  Treasure of the Hidden Harem

  Copyright © 2021 by Rex Sterling

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

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  Chapter 1

  Miss Samantha Monroe, decked out in a skimpy white bikini, perched on my lap as I steered my boat, the Topless Mermaid, through the marina and past the rows of half-full slips. She sipped on a bottled water and gazed out over the bow with her golden blonde hair piled high atop her head and secured with a ponytail holder. The fading afternoon sunshine reflected off her mirrored Ray Bans, and with her free hand draped across my shoulder, she casually stroked the short hair at the base of my neck.

  As the water lapped off the hull, we passed yachts of every size and shape, sailing boats, and even a pair of fishing trawlers. Across the dock, the Salty Parrot’s half-lit neon sign called out to me like a friend. After a long day at sea, I craved a shower, something to eat, and an ice-cold beer. But before any of that could happen, I had to get the newly found map piece in Hazel’s capable hands.

  I dialed back the engine to a crawl, savoring the last few minutes of alone time with Sam. I slid my arm around her slim waist and cupped her tight ass cheek in my open palm. “Two minutes until we arrive. Can you help me with the ropes like I taught you?”

  She nodded. “Yes, baby, but it looks like we have a welcome party,” Sam said as she leaned into me and pointed toward the dock.

  Her smooth tanned tit bulged against my arm, her nipple straining against the thin top. My cock throbbed against Sam’s ass and she intentionally wriggled my swollen manhood between her ass cheeks and squeezed, teasingly. “It’s the redhead.”

  “Brooke?” I peered over Sam’s shoulder and crooned my gaze over the aft deck of an over-sized yacht and glimpsed my partner in crime, Brooke Fox, sitting on an old lawn chair at the end of my slip with one smooth long leg crossed over the other, tapping her toe impatiently.

  Even from a distance, the strawberry blonde beauty set my stomach fluttering. She wore her hair up in a tight ponytail and her dark sunglasses offset her pouty pink lips. She wore a tight white tank top with a pair of black shorts and matching open-toed sandals. With her arms folded over her chest, she glowered at the boat as we glided up to the open slip.

  “She looks pissed,” Sam whispered.

  “That’s just her resting bitch face,” I said. “She’s angry a lot.”

  “She looks like she needs to get laid,” Sam said.

  “Oh, you have no idea,” I said.

  “Is she the jealous type?” Sam asked.

  I chuckled and kissed her on the cheek while I gave her ass a gentle pat and squeeze. “You’re about to find out.”

  Sam grinned mischievously. “Do you want her to be jealous?”

  “I wouldn’t mind,” I said. “As long as she doesn’t kill me.”

  “By the time I’m done with her, she’ll be begging to jump your bones.” The little blonde troublemaker gazed down at her tits and adjusted her bikini top, pulling it a shade lower to reveal the edge of her tan lines and more of her already impressive cleavage. “Whatever you do, don’t jump in to save her.”

  “Save her? What do you mean?”

  “Do you love her?” Sam asked, gazing back at me over her shoulder.

  My stomach dropped, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “Sam, we just spent two days —”

  “No, baby. Stop,” she said, cutting me off. Sam pivoted on my lap to face me. “Whatever feelings you and I have for each other are separate. I’m not going anywhere, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have feelings for Brooke and me. Does that make sense?”

  “That doesn’t bother you?”

  She shook her head. “I’m confident with my feelings, and the intense way you look at me tells me exactly how you feel about me.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “What way is that?”

  “You love me,” she said. “You just haven’t said the words. But someday you will. It’s okay to admit it.”

  She probably wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t up to confirming her suspicion. “Do you love me?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said without hesitation. “I love you with my entire heart.” She leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. “See? It’s easy. I think you love Brooke even if you’re too macho to admit it. That means you’ll want to jump in and protect her when she’s feeling jealous. I’m telling you not to. Okay?”

  I stared at her with my jaw agape as the dock rapidly approached. “What planet are you from?”

  Sam giggled and kissed me again. “It takes a strong man to be with me.” She kissed me again, this time parting her lips before our tongues darted together. “You’re my guy. Got it?”

  “No more boyfriends?” I asked.

  Sam shook her head. “I’m looking at my boyfriend. Someday, I’ll marry you.”

  My cock throbbed against her warm ass, wriggling on my lap, and I swallowed away a lump forming in my throat.

  Sam reached down and squeezed my cock. “I’ll take good care of him tonight. Don’t you worry.”

  My cock twitched in her firm grip, and I tried to still my racing heart. “Meet me at the Salty Parrot in three hours,” I said.

  “Perfect.” She kissed me one last time before she got up. “I’m yours all night long.”

  As I maneuvered the boat around the slip, Brooke stood on the dock and stared at us with her hands on her hips. Her lips formed a full pout. Although I couldn’t see her eyes behind her dark sunglasses, her body language told me she wasn’t happy.

  “Greetings, partner,” I called out from high in the captain’s nest.

  Sam scrambled down to the aft deck and grabbed the lines like I taught her before she smiled at Brooke. “Hi Brooke. I’m Samantha. Can you tie us off?”

  “Sure,” Brooke said curtly before Sam tossed her the line.

  Sam’s tits jiggled and even Brooke’s gaze fell on the shapely blonde’s incredible
rack.

  “Thanks,” Sam said. “Trap went on and on about you the entire time we were gone. I feel like I know you already.”

  “That’s funny,” Brooke said as she tied off the line. “He didn’t mention you to me.”

  Now I understood what Sam meant. I fought the urge to interject and explain myself. Instead, I pretended not to overhear as I gave the engines just enough reverse throttle to line up the boat inside the slip as we slid toward the approaching dock.

  “Trap and I recently reconnected,” Sam said as she sauntered across deck, chest out, and gathered the second line in hand. “Do you know Butch’s ex-wife, Lindsay?”

  Brooke frowned, then her jaw dropped as if in recognition. “You can’t possibly be her daughter.”

  Sam giggled. “That’s me.”

  I killed the engine and grinned down at Brooke. “Hi gorgeous. Are you happy to see me?”

  “Where the hell have you been?” she asked. “You should have been back yesterday.”

  “How long have you been waiting?” Sam asked as I killed the engine.

  “Not long,” Brooke said. “The Mermaid has a GPS tracker on board. I tracked the entire trip online.”

  I scrambled down the ladder. “I thought you were busy with your in-laws,” I said, as I secured another line and grabbed the portable gangway.

  “They aren’t my in-laws. I’m not married,” Brooke said as she glared at me and folded her arms over her chest.

  “Right. Sorry,” I said as I struggled to place the heavy gangway between the dock and the boat.

  “Congratulations,” Sam said. “Trap told me you were engaged.”

  “Thanks,” Brooke said unenthusiastically. “How did you end up on the trip? Trap told me he was going alone.”

  Sam turned to face me and frowned. “Baby, do you need help with that?” She lowered her sunglasses, perching them on the end of her nose. Then she flashed me a dimply smile and winked.

  Brooke’s jaw dropped, and she gaped between Sam and I. “Are you two an item or something?”

  I started to speak and Sam grabbed my hand, squeezing it as if in a reminder before she turned back to Brooke. “Does fooling around the entire time make us an item?”

  I could practically see the steam coming out of Brooke’s ears as an aura of intense anger simmered around her.

  “From where I come from, it does,” Brooke said, barely containing her jealous rage.

  “Then we’re definitely an item.” Sam turned back to me, perched on her tiptoes, and kissed me gently on the lips. “He’s probably worn out.” She turned back to Brooke. “Last night it rained, and it was so romantic. Trap and I spent the night —”

  Brooke raised her hand. “I don’t need the gory details.”

  Sam shrugged. “You’re right. Sorry. TMI. I have a tendency to go all in when I’m really into someone. You know?”

  “No. I’m not sure what you mean,” Brooke said. “I just came here to find out what Trap discovered on the island.”

  I grimaced and climbed the short stairs leading to the gangway while Sam followed behind, her hand still locked with mine.

  “That’s a long story,” Sam said as we stepped out onto the dock beside Brooke.

  “I’ll take the short version,” Brooke said, her tone frosty.

  Sam turned back to me and took my other hand, before coming in close and whispering loud enough for Brooke to hear. “It’s okay if you show her the picture. I don’t mind.” She winked at me again and smiled mischievously.

  “I’ll explain on the way,” I said, gazing at Brooke. “I’m going to see Hazel. You want to tag along?”

  “You bet your ass, I do,” Brooke said.

  “I’ll let you two take care of that,” Sam said. “Can you drop me off at the sorority? I’ll drive back later and meet you at the Salty Parrot.”

  Brooke lowered her sunglasses and gaped at me, wide eyed and slack jawed.

  I inwardly cringed. “Sure,” I said nervously, stealing a sideways glance at Brooke. “Let me grab your bag and we’ll get going.”

  Sam perched on her toes, wrapped her arms around my neck, mashed her big tits into my chest, and pulled me into a kiss just long enough to make it uncomfortable for Brooke. “Thanks, babe. You are the world’s greatest boyfriend.”

  Chapter 2

  We piled into my truck, with Sam taking the middle seat, pushing in close beside me. During the trip to Sam’s sorority, Brooke and I remained silent while Sam chattered, placing her hand deep on my inner thigh and stroking my leg with her thumb. Brooke simmered in the seat beside her, gazing down at Sam’s hand every few seconds, grunting single word responses to Sam’s questions.

  When we reached the sorority, I climbed out first and grabbed Sam’s bag while the bubbly blonde scampered out after me.

  Sam threw her arms around my shoulders and pulled me into a fiery kiss before backing off just enough to meet face to face. “I can’t wait to see you in a few hours.” She let go of my neck, leaned back into the truck, and smiled at Brooke. “It was really nice to meet you and congrats again on your engagement. The way Trap talks about you, made me kind of jealous at first, but it looks like you’ve put him squarely in the friend zone, which is awesome news for me.”

  Brooke forced a thin-lipped, hostile grin. “Glad to help.”

  Sam retreated from the truck and stood before facing me. She pulled me into a deep hug, then whispered in my ear. “I may have overdone it a little, but she’s clearly into you.”

  I came away from the hug and smiled down at her. The way she came at Brooke left me feeling more than a little uncomfortable. I had strong feelings for Brooke, and I hated seeing her hurt. But maybe Sam was right. Brooke needed a little push to change her life. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

  Sam gave me a final wink and a smile before she bounded off up the front stairs of her sorority house and slipped inside with a final flirtatious wave back at me.

  When I slipped back into the truck, I had never felt Miami so cold. Brooke wouldn’t even look at me, staring straight ahead with her arms folded over her chest.

  “She’s got a lot of energy,” I said, trying to cut the ice.

  “Most nineteen-year-olds do,” Brooke said.

  “Actually, she’s twenty,” I said, earning a withering stare from Brooke.

  I fired up the engine and headed for the university. “How are your parents?” I asked.

  “Fine,” she said. “No….” She let out a long sigh. “That’s a lie. They aren’t fine. They fucking hate Logan’s parents almost as much as I do.”

  “Sorry,” I said. “I won’t pry.”

  Brooke shook her head and stared out the window while I drove in silence. After a few minutes went by, I dared to speak. “Why are you so angry with me?”

  “I’m not angry,” she said, her tone flat and borderline hostile.

  “Then what’s got you so upset?” I asked, reaching for her hand.

  She snapped her hand away and whirled on me. “Don’t you fucking touch me.” Her green eyes blazed with fury and she looked ready to throw a punch.

  “Fine,” I said. “Have it your way.” I turned around and accelerated through a green light.

  A full minute of silence passed before Brooke turned her attention from the window to me. “You’re fucking a twenty-year-old blonde bimbo,” she said. “You’re everything I thought you were.”

  “She’s not a bimbo,” I said. “Sam’s been with one guy before me. And who exactly do you think I am? Brooke, you’re engaged to another man,” I said, my voice rising with anger. “How clear do I have to make my feelings? You don’t want me. You’ve made that more than clear.”