Heart of the Storm (Triple Diamond Book 4)

by Gemma Snow

  Our terms.

  If only this truce could last.

  He leaned down and trailed his teeth over the curve of her shoulder, nipping heated flesh, each pulse of pain like electricity through her body and mind, beautiful, brilliant, overwhelming, calling to her baser instincts.

  “Now, be a good girl and suck Sawyer’s cock.”

  Hollie groaned at the words, because she was weak, desperate, needy when it came to being told what to do, and right now she wanted nothing so much as his fat, thick cock in her mouth. Well, maybe Cade’s in her swollen cunt, but she was following his rules and doing it his way, and if that meant sliding down to her knees, she wasn’t going to complain.

  They made just enough space for her to kneel before him and Sawyer began the slow, tormenting motions of removing his belt, then undoing his buttons, batting away her hands when she tried to tug on the zipper. He kicked off his socks and boots and stepped out of his jeans with slow, deliberate movements, his dark gaze never leaving hers. Then he stood before her in navy boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the swell of his thick cock.

  For me. He wants me.

  The thought was heady and insane and it made Hollie’s entire body tingle in anticipation.

  “You’re so pretty kneeling before my cock,” he muttered, bringing his thumb to her lip and swiping it across her swollen flesh. Hollie sucked him into her mouth and he groaned, but his grin only grew wider and more devilish, a testament to the way their encounter was impacting him, wild and mad, just as it made her.

  “You should see yourself right now, princess,” he whispered. “You’re like a feast spread out for the taking. And I am so hungry.”

  “Ask him for permission, honey,” Cade demanded. “Use your words.”

  Twin groans echoed through the room. Hollie wasn’t certain when Cade had become their master of ceremonies, but the role was so right and he was so perfectly attuned to everything she needed to give and take that she had no right to complain.

  “Please, Sawyer,” she managed. She knew how she must look, all swollen and ravished beyond anything she had ever felt before. She didn’t care.

  “Please what, princess?” he demanded, his smirk and humor gone, only desperation and need watching her, promising her…

  “Please…please can I suck your cock?” The words came out choked and needy, but fuck if they didn’t make her wet as hell, begging for the chance to lick him and bring him pleasure. She ached for it and wasn’t planning on waiting around much longer.

  Cade wrapped his hand in her hair and, with a rough tug that was just short of painful, tilted her head back to look him in the eye.

  “Try again, Hollie,” he said. “Make it seem like you really want it.” She didn’t just want it. She wanted the chance to prove herself, to make these two men understand that she had always cared for them, that it had always been her and them against the world.

  “I want to choke on your cock,” she said instead. “Please, Sawyer.” It was practically a whimper at this point and Sawyer seemed about as fed up with their game as she was, so he pushed those fucking briefs off none too slowly and kicked them to the side.

  There was no other word for it. He was fucking hung. Sawyer Matthews was muscled and powerful and brawny. He was a prime specimen of male in every way, from his beard to his…

  Every way.

  “Come here, Hollie.”

  She didn’t wait to get asked twice. Hollie leaned up and kissed her mouth to the hot skin of his muscled thigh. Soft, dark hair tickled her cheeks and she slid her tongue over the crease of muscle that led to his groin. His cock was impossible to ignore, swollen and thick, slightly purple at the head and leaking from the tip. Unable to keep from tasting him a moment longer, Hollie leaned over and took his entire plump head into her mouth. Sawyer stumbled slightly and supported himself against the arm of the sofa, swearing as she took him deeper, deeper. He tasted of salt and fresh mountain air, cedar, the kind of hot and homey scents that made her ache to keep him close on cold winter nights.

  She couldn’t get him all the way down, but she could do her damnedest and she slid her tongue up and down his length, riding that delicious vein and reveling in the way lusty curse words fell unbidden from his mouth, as if he had given up holding on to any type of control.

  Slowly, as if trying not to distract her, Sawyer navigated to sit on the sofa, thick legs spread, cock high in the air when she pulled back and focused on sliding her tongue over his tight balls. On an impulse, she scraped her nails across the sensitive flesh and Sawyer bucked hard at her touch.

  But Hollie was all too aware that they weren’t alone in the room, and she turned to face Cade, who had shucked off the rest of his clothes and was coming to kneel behind her on the rug.

  “Don’t mind me,” he whispered, and even that capable, powerful man was starting to lose his control, starting to give over to carnal instinct. “I’m perfectly happy right back here.”

  With that, he slid to his knees and spread his legs apart, stroking her slick folds with ease. Hollie groaned around Sawyer’s cock and he responded with a thrust that pressed him against the back of her throat. She shouldn’t have liked it, but the brute masculinity was hot as hell. The very thought of being taken hard at both ends was making mini tremors pulse through her body unbidden.

  “Do you want me to fuck you while you suck Sawyer’s cock?” Cade asked, his voice husky with need that Hollie understood all too well. “Tell me what you want, Hollie. I’m all yours.”

  And in that moment, she belonged to both of them as well, free to be who she really was, here with friends from once upon a time. She pulled off of Sawyer’s cock, despite his protest, and turned to face Cade.

  “Fuck me,” she managed. “Both of you. I want you both at the same time.”

  Cade barely responded, just grabbed the pants besides him and fished a condom from the back pocket. Thank fuck one of us was thinking clearly. From behind her came the rustle of the wrapper and a moment later his slick head was at the entrance to her throbbing pussy. Hollie tried to rock back and take him inside, but Cade’s strong grip on her hips kept her still while he slid into her waiting body inch by agonizingly slow inch. He was big—not quite as big as Sawyer, but his cock was thick and hard as marble, and it filled her the way she was meant to feel, the way she had been missing for so long. When he hit a particularly sensitive spot, Hollie groaned around Sawyer’s cock and he throbbed hard in response.

  “Whatever the fuck you just did, do it again,” Sawyer groaned. “Fuck, Hol, I’m so close.”

  So was she. The heat was building in her belly again and the very sensation of being filled with so much masculine power was making her body something not her own, a trigger of pleasure and need that was sure to burst again and again before the night was through.

  “Are you about to come with Cade in your cunt and my cock in your throat?” Sawyer asked, the words rough and husky from his swollen lips. “You’re going to come all over his cock and he’s going to keep fucking you, right, princess? What are you waiting for?” He reached out and flicked one of her nipples at the same time as Cade pressed his fingers against her throbbing clit. And she did come. She came hard and fast and over and over, unable to scream around Sawyer’s erection, her body writhing as the shockwaves rushed through her.

  “So fucking pretty when you lose control,” Sawyer said, brushing the hair from her eyes. “I want to see you to it again.” At that, Cade changed his angle and Hollie’s breath caught against the new onslaught of pleasure. She had just come. Hell, she had just come twice and still her body was on fire, aching and demanding and needing so much more than they were giving her. Sawyer’s control was waning and even Cade’s pace had lost some of the slow, even rhythm, instead turning into something reckless and wild, and her next release was already rising from her belly, making her breasts ache and her moans husky and wanton.

  She laved Sawyer’s thick erection with her tongue, sliding from root to tip
before engulfing him fully, reveling in the dark groans torn from his mouth. His arms were straining with the effort to hold back and Hollie didn’t want him to him. She didn’t want either of them to rein it in. She wanted it all, every wide, dangerous moment of it.

  But before she pulled away from Sawyer’s thick erection to tell him to give over to the pleasure, to demand he accept her just as he had demanded she accept him, Hollie felt the press of Cade’s thumb ringing the sensitive entrance of her ass. It made a surge of lust pound through her body and she felt as though she had just stepped out onto a very steep edge of pleasure and base, natural instinct. Ass play had always fascinated her, always called to something depraved and sinful deep inside, but the idea of being filled in all three holes at once, and by these two men, was practically enough to have her coming all over again.

  Instead, she pressed back into Cade’s thumb, hoping for more contact, desperate to feel him inside her tightest hole.

  “Oh, sweet Hollie,” he growled, as if even the stalwart good-guy cop was turning into something of a ravening beast. “You want me to finger-fuck your asshole? You want to be filled good and tight?”

  She couldn’t speak with her mouth full of Sawyer’s erection, but her pussy tightened, and above her, Cade growled at the sensation before he sank his thumb deep into her ass.

  Hollie fucking shattered. Bright lights popped hard before her eyes and she lost all sense of her body in the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure and desire and impossible need. Distantly, she heard Sawyer give a shout, then he surrendered to his orgasm, spilling hot and thick inside her mouth, which only sent her body off on a new wave of pleasure and debauchery. Behind her, Cade thrust once, twice, once more and he went still, shuddering and shaking and giving over to his own release.

  Hollie came to herself slowly, and it seemed as though the men beside her did as well. Cade pulled out of her body with a gentle, careful movement and tied off the edge of the condom. Hollie watched through sleepy, half-lidded eyes as Sawyer lowered himself to the floor beside her while Cade went to dispose of the condom. Outside, the storm raged wild and hard, a harbinger of the damage that was sure to come, but it felt like nothing in comparison to the natural disaster that had just happened between the three of them.

  So much for coming home and not making a big mess of things.

  “Hollie.” Sawyer opened his muscled, tattooed arms and she glanced up at him before deciding that they looked too inviting to turn away from. “We don’t need to talk about it now. Just don’t make your brain explode, okay?” It must have been the sex addling his brain, because Sawyer had been all about the ‘we’ll talk as soon as this is over’ train of thought, but Hollie was grateful for it. She didn’t have a clue where that conversation could begin and she wasn’t quite ready to ruin the moment just yet.

  “Maybe I should go,” Cade said when he came out of the bathroom, looking slightly contrite for the powerful, controlled man he had been a moment before.

  “It’s storming out there, Easton,” Sawyer pointed out, his gruff, mean-old way of saying that he cared, in some way shape or form, about what happened to Cade. That was a start, at least. And one Hollie could work with.

  Not that she had any intention of working with anything, considering that once her work here was done, she was leaving Wolf Creek in the rearview mirror—a sobering thought, considering the incredible passion they had just shared.

  “Don’t leave, Cade,” she said quietly, scooting over so there was room for him to lie beside her on the other side. “We can talk about all this in the morning, but just…don’t leave yet, okay?”

  Cade took a deep breath and glanced from Sawyer to Hollie, his dark brown gaze lingering on her, making her feel exposed and vulnerable in a way that had nothing to do with her current lack of clothing.

  “We do have to talk in the morning,” he said, eyeing her.

  Hollie nodded. “I promise,” she said. Then she shifted between the two men and closed her eyes. All of that could wait—for now, she was going to enjoy every second of the best sleep of her damn life.

  Chapter Nine

  Sawyer was having the best dream he’d ever had. His whole body felt good, like he’d just gone on a long run and was riding high on adrenaline and endorphins, but there was relaxed pleasure too, and his cock was hard and ready for the soft, plush ass pressing against him now. He reached for it, determined to hold it in his hands, to pull it closer and ravish the person making him feel so hot and needy. But the sensation was escaping and he distinctly began to hear a warning alarm, as if he’d tripped the wire in a museum, but this wasn’t a museum and suddenly he wasn’t feeling so nice and dreamy anymore and…

  He sat up before he even realized he was awake, groping for a phone that wasn’t on his usual bedside table or next to his bunk at the firehouse. He found it half hidden under the sofa, and he glanced down, his eyes still heavy and blurry with sleep, to see two state emergency alerts, a dozen missed text messages and two fresh calls from the station number.

  Behind him, he felt movement, and when he glanced back both Hollie and Cade were fumbling for their own phones. Cade had a grim expression on his face and Hollie was muttering under her breath even while she stood and placed the phone to her ear.

  “Savannah, what’s the situation?”

  She moved while she talked, ducking her head under the table and looking around for her clothes. The room had felt so private last night when they’d indulged their every carnal whim, but the three open windows looked out onto the expanse of the Triple Diamond Ranch and B&B.

  “Hollie.” She held up her hand and Sawyer tried again. “Hollie.” This time, when she did look at him, he motioned to the picture window with his head. Her expression changed then immediately changed again when she ducked behind a corner not visible from the space.

  “Can you repeat that, Savannah, I think my signal went out?”

  Sawyer focused on finding his own pants and not the dark need he felt to hide Hollie’s clothes for a good long time and keep her up in a stormy mountain lodge until they were utterly satiated. He got the impression that with a woman like Hollie he was never going to be utterly satiated, but that was well beside the point.

  “What’s your emergency?” Sawyer asked Cade, pulling on his pants and tying his boots in the record time it took a man of his profession.

  “Camilla is down at the reservoir,” Cade replied. “She says the fences are mangled pretty badly. There’s an accident on 301, another one near the school, and we have several disabled vehicles downtown.” Cade straightened and buttoned his shirt as he spoke. “What’s your damage?”

  “Trees, mostly,” Sawyer replied, looking at his phone and texting his ETA back to his station at the same time. They might not have liked each other, hell, they might have been at each other’s throats for years and would continue to be, this last night notwithstanding, but they had both sworn to uphold the town’s safety and best interests and sometimes that meant having to act civilly enough to get the information across. “Power lines are down across town, so mitigating those will be our first task.”

  Hollie came out from around the corner of the room fully dressed. She pulled her hair into a tight ponytail while relaying her conversation.

  “Savannah is down with Agent Flores at the reservoir,” she said. “She said they’re comfortable taking point on that project, but that I’m needed on the Wolf Creek bridge for washouts. Sawyer, I know we talked about you taking lead there, but focus on the downed power lines. Just lend me two of your guys and we’ll be all right.” She was back to being the professional hero, the woman who would run this show in the most efficient, most capable way possible, until everyone was home safe and sound. Not for the first time, Sawyer was damn glad Hollie Callihan was on his team. He pulled his phone back out of his pocket and shot off a quick message.

  “Robbie and Drew will meet you down at the bridge,” he said. “We’ll start on Main first and work our way across town.�
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  Hollie nodded. “Cade, I know you have accidents to triage. Both of you keep me covered and we’ll reconvene here once the dust settles.” She gave them both a very pointed look. “This is the first of what our predictions indicate will be a series of increasingly worse storms. Let’s take it one thing at a time and use what we learn to prevent further damage as the situation increases. The more preventative measures we can take, the better off we’ll be.” She was right, and she was so capable that Sawyer’s chest squeezed just a little in pride.

  Little Hollie Callihan had never been as lost as the rest of them. She had chased adventure, followed her own path and forged a pretty damn impressive life for herself, despite the tumult and craziness. She hadn’t had anyone to fall back on in her life, not really, and she’d done more than okay for herself.

  So have you, Matthews.

  It was something he had understood for years but was only starting to believe. Maybe it was because she was back here in this place, reminding him of so many things he’d thought he’d forgotten for good. Maybe it was simply because it was true, because out of the shadow of his home and his sadness and his desperation, something good had truly come.

  The three of them started outside, fully dressed and ready to face the emergencies ahead no more than ten minutes after those initial calls. Such was the life they all led, never letting their guard down, never being vulnerable, because the second any of them did, disaster could strike.

  Hollie turned to face them at the edge of the path and made eye contact first with Cade, then with Sawyer himself. Her blue eyes were brilliant and full of energy, but he knew there was more there, below the surface. There had always been more below the surface with Hollie than most of the world knew about.

  “Be careful,” she said, her voice quiet, but firm. “Both of you, please. Be careful.”