Triple Major

by Lana Hartley

  Just the two of us and nothing else.

  No imminent threat of danger. No need to grieve.

  No guilt. No sense that I should be somewhere else.

  I belong here.

  As my heart begins to slow, I try to sit up. Nate smirks, and with one hand, he holds me back down. I look up at him curiously, but he says nothing.

  Instead, he torments me with a knowing grin.

  Nate rolls to my side, forcing me onto my back. With the hand that held me down, he lifts my arms above my head, holding both of my wrists.

  “Do you know how fucking worried I was about you?” he asks, voice low and almost a growl in my ear.

  With his free hand, Nate runs his fingers up and down my body. He carves lines in between my breasts. He’s careful not to touch me too much—he wants to make me want it—and it’s working.

  I want him to touch me, I want him to run his hands all over my body.

  I remember how it felt to have his fingers inside me, stroking at my G-spot. Making me come. Again and again.

  “I’m sorry,” I whimper, arching my back up into his touch.

  But Nate’s grip on my wrists keep me down.

  “You’re mine. All mine.”

  He holds my breast firmly. The sharp pain turns to pleasure, and I gasp. My pussy quivers in anticipation.

  “I’m yours,” I agree, nodding my head vigorously as I can. “I promise, I’m yours.”

  “You’re fucking right, you are,” Nate says, and his hand moves to my nipple. He rolls the sensitive bud between his fingers, pinching at it and pulling. “You’re mine. Mine to touch.”

  I arch my back into his touch as he pulls away.

  “Mine to tease.”

  His hand dives back to play with my breasts, alternating between the two. His other hand punctuates each sentence by pushing my arms down into the bed, pinning me further.

  Nate leans his body against mine, and I feel his thick cock push up against my leg. He’s starting to get hard again, just from watching me writhe under his touch.

  “I’m yours, Nate,” I plead.

  He pinches my nipple again before his hand trails down my body.

  “Use me. Please. Do whatever you want with me.”

  Nate pretends not to have heard me. He parts my legs, and then his hand slips over my pussy. With his index finger, he circles my clit, which is still throbbing from the attention it received earlier.

  I moan.

  Nate’s hand continues to play with me, teasing at my clit. His fingers occasionally slide down, slipping into me for a second or two. They spread my wetness over my pussy.

  “Fuck, Nate...” I whisper.

  I push against the restraint of his arms, but he wastes no effort in pushing me down again. Holding me still.

  He can do whatever he wants to me.

  “Nate, please,” I moan, breathless.

  He’s barely touching me, but I can feel an orgasm beginning to build. His fingers speed up, his cock stirring against my leg.

  I grind down into his touch.

  “Nate, please!”

  He still says nothing, ignoring my voice.

  Instead, Nate focuses on my body.

  He’s going to make me come, and he knows it. He’s waiting for it.

  I feel my legs begin to tremble; my hips buck into his hand.

  “Nate! I’m yours! I’m—Fuck! I’m—”

  My body jolts, and my pussy clenches tightly as I come. I still wish that his fingers were inside of me.

  I long for something to fill me up. To pound me into the bed.

  I feel Nate lean into me. He kisses from my collarbone up to my neck. Then, he lightly traces the outside of my ear with tongue.

  He bites on my earlobe and whispers, “You’re mine to fuck.”

  Nate pulls me on top of him, spreading my legs as wide as they can go. He stares at my cunt as it slides down onto his thick cock, still spasming from its orgasm.

  He groans, gripping my waist. He holds me in place as his entire shaft fills my pussy and throbs inside me.

  I try to buck my hips, to ride his length and feel it rub inside me. But he holds me still.

  “Say you’ll never leave me again,” he says in gravelly tones.

  He thrusts once. His shaft strokes every nerve inside me and sends a jolt of pleasure through my body.

  “Say that you’re mine.”

  Another thrust.

  “No other man can have you.”

  And another. Each time he strokes my G-spot, I cry out.

  “I’m yours!” I moan. “Only yours!”

  I try and roll my hips, but his grip is unwavering.

  “Yours to use! Please—whenever you want me, I’m yours.”

  I’m desperate now. Breathlessly begging for another release.

  “Whenever?”

  One of Nate’s hands lifts from my waist to my breast. He cups it in one hand and begins to play with it casually, as though he wasn’t buried to the hilt in my needy cunt.

  “Whenever! I’ll never leave you! I need you!”

  With an animalistic growl, he begins to thrust into me, the hand on my waist lifting away. His fingers intertwine in my hair grabbing a fistful and pulling me down.

  I brace myself on his chest—my hands splayed over the thick muscle. I can feel his heart pound beneath my touch.

  We move together. Nate pulls my hair so that he can capture my lips within his own. We kiss passionately, and as I pull away he bites my lip, dragging the soft flesh between his teeth and releasing it again.

  I come again quickly. I’m still sensitive from before, and it feels as though every time we fuck, he thinks of a new way to drive me wild.

  Even though I’ve come, he doesn’t pull out of me. He keeps pounding away, but now, his hands move from my hair and my breasts down my waist and under my ass.

  He cups my cheeks, before I begin to feel myself being lifted from the bed.

  Effortlessly, he carries me to the mirror, his thick shaft still buried inside of me.

  He pulls down and lowers to me the floor in front of the wall-sized mirror. He spins me around, so I can see myself—the love bites, the faint redness where he had spanked my breasts and my ass, the wetness that’s spread from between my legs and peeks from the inside of my thighs.

  He stands behind me, and I feel the tip of his cock push against my folds.

  It teases me, dipping into my pussy for an inch, and then out again.

  “Look at yourself,” he commands, pulling my hair back behind my shoulder.

  And I do.

  My tan skin glistens with sweat. My chest heaves with the energy. My cheeks are flushed, and my hair’s in wild curls from having Nate’s hands in it.

  I’ve never looked sexier.

  Nate must think so, too.

  He pushes his cock into me again, and I catch a glimpse of my face as I moan.

  “I see the most beautiful fucking girl in the world, Sienna,” he whispers in my ear.

  He leans over my body, pushing me forward until my hands are on the mirror.

  I spread my legs a little, pushing back onto him.

  “I see the most gorgeous, maddeningly captivating woman that I have ever seen in my life.”

  His hand holds my waist, and the other dips down my body and between my legs. I feel his fingers begin to toy with my swollen clit until my legs begin to shake.

  I’m almost scared that I’ll fall to the floor.

  But I know that Nate would never let me get hurt.

  So, I relish in the submission.

  Nate wants to treasure me, and fuck, I want to let him.

  “And that woman is all mine.”

  He begins to slide in and out of me. Slowly at first. He watches my face in the mirror, how my jaw drops open and my eyes roll back into my head as he brushes against my G-spot.

  He holds me against him, even when I can barely hold myself up. My hands claw at the mirror, and I wish that I could touch him. But
he makes this all about me.

  He wants me to come. I can feel it in his relentless pounding.

  “Oh, Nate! Nate! Fuck, Nate, I’m gonna—”

  He kisses my neck, and when his fingers pinch my clit, I explode.

  My entire body rocks with an orgasm, and my knees begin to tremble, threatening to give way beneath me. Nates cock pulses inside me, and I feel him coming as my cunt clenches around him. He catches me, holding me up with those strong arms.

  He picks me up and carries me back to the bed.

  “You’re a fucking tease, Sienna,” he tells me, throwing me down onto my front. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk.”

  A stinging slap falls on my ass, and I whimper in pleasure.

  “Then I’m gonna fuck you until you forget everyone else.”

  He spanks me again, and then I feel him straddle me. He’s going to fuck me into the mattress. I push my ass up into the air for him to take.

  And he does.

  Until I forget everyone else.

  I’ll never need another man.

  I’m his.

  Nate

  It’s been a few days—and yet, my obsession with Sienna’s growing.

  After the dark things we’ve experienced together, I know there’s no going back.

  She’ll be mine forever. She is mine forever.

  I’m becoming possessive of her in ways I never could’ve imagined. The passion she ignites within my soul is un-fucking-believable. She sets my heart on fire and makes me calm at the same time.

  How is that possible? She drives me fucking crazy. And yet, I can’t get enough.

  At this point in the game, her safety is paramount. And my concern for her safety is growing.

  Something’s gonna have to be done about Edison soon. I’m afraid he’ll get to her.

  I know the guy well enough to know he has a plan up his sleeve.

  He doesn’t act on spontaneity. He’s very calculating.

  And so I need to be a step ahead of him at all times.

  If history has taught me anything, it’s to not underestimate Edison Shaw. There’s a reason he has his legendary reputation as a coldhearted killer.

  He’ll stop at nothing to get what he wants. He has absolutely no moral compass.

  And therein lies the difference between him and me. I at least have some shred of integrity left.

  Edison? He’s a shell of a man. Evil personified.

  I know from personal experience that Edison will go out of his way to make people suffer. I’ve seen that firsthand. I’ve been forced into doing some of the sufferings myself.

  Again, I blame this man for leaving blood on my hands and conscience.

  There’s no going back.

  I may never be free of the crimes I’ve had to commit, but Sienna can. As my little prisoner this entire time, she doesn’t get that I have actually been fighting for her freedom.

  She just doesn’t get it, though I’ve tried to make it clear.

  I have to make my move against him now before he comes after her.

  Sienna’s in the apartment somewhere. My only solace is in knowing that she doesn’t understand how deep this thing really goes.

  I tried to paint a picture of the danger that awaits if she tries to escape. She really has no idea what a vicious, nefarious character we’re dealing with. She has no idea about my boss.

  I’m excited for the day when I won’t have to call him that.

  I’m my own boss. With that in mind, I make sure James and Titus gets here ASAP.

  I call them, and they agree to meet me at the penthouse in about ten minutes. That gives me enough time to go find Sienna. It doesn’t take me long.

  She’s lying out by the pool, as usual. She’s an LA girl through and through. She loves the sun.

  At least now, she finally has a decent swimsuit.

  Although I would like the view better if she was naked. But obviously, I can’t have that happen in front of my guys.

  I’ll never let anybody look at Sienna the way I do. My claim on her is strong. She’ll never get out from under my grasp.

  My cock hardens even now as I watch her sun tanning in her little bikini. She’s a fucking vision. An angel.

  I think how fucking lucky I am. And then the gloom sweeps in again and eclipses my happiness as I remember what kind of deplorable human being I have to deal with.

  One more job, and Edison will be out of the picture.

  I sit in the sumptuous living room of the penthouse. It overlooks the pool and the city. Titus and James walk in.

  “What’s up, man?” James says.

  “I think you guys know. The time is drawing near. We have to formalize our plans to take down Edison.”

  They take a seat, but not before helping themselves to some scotch.

  Only the best for me and my men.

  They bring the bottle over. I pour myself a shallow drink. I don’t need much right now.

  “So what’s it gonna be? We gonna kill them or send him to prison?” Titus asks.

  “What’s his location?” I ask him.

  “Well,” James says, “you’re not gonna like this. But he’s made his way to the city. He’s in his estate. He’s likely looking all over the place for you.”

  That’s the thing about Edison. He’s like a dog with a damn bone. He won’t let go until he has what he wants.

  Apparently, I’m his new target.

  This would frighten any other man under the sun.

  But not me. Because I know I’m stronger and better and wiser than him.

  I know the old bastard has nothing on me. He doesn’t scare me. Why?

  Because he created me. I know his methods better than he knows himself.

  “Alright, then. The time really is drawing near. We got it put this thing to rest,” I say to them, taking a thoughtful sip of my scotch.

  Don’t get me wrong—it’s no easy thing to take out Edison Shaw. He’s a man of power for a reason. But I know I have the upper hand.

  I watch Sienna out by the pool. Delightful, innocent, without a care in the world except for the hole in her heart of having lost her father.

  Fucking Edison.

  He did this to her.

  I admonish myself for not taking him out sooner. Maybe if I had been just a little bit earlier, she wouldn’t have lost her dad.

  These are things I can’t consider now. I push all thoughts of guilt out of my mind. I only have the future to live for.

  The least I can do for Sienna is to take out her mortal enemy. Because that’s what he is.

  He’s her enemy, and he is my enemy first. There’s no way out of this except bloodshed.

  “We’re gonna have to kill him,” I say.

  Titus seems to have another idea.

  “We could go that route, Nate. Or I have something else in mind. There are some guys in town. Some very big players. Some politicians who have connections. We can land him in prison for the rest of his life. We could go so far as to put them in solitary confinement so he’ll never be able to raise forces against you, even from within the walls of the cell. He’s really that bad of a man. They could lock him away forever.”

  He says the words, and my heart feels a little bit better. If I can avoid killing a person, I’ll do that, even if it’s Edison.

  “That sounds like a plan,” I say. “When do these so-called guys get into town? Or do they live here?”

  “Oh, they don’t live here,” he says. “But they’re willing to come here to meet with you, Nate.”

  “Then arrange it,” I say.

  And with that, I know the plan is set into motion. Soon, my beloved will be safe.

  I watch her tanning in the sun. Her long blonde hair and her tight little hot body are laying out on the lounger. She’s wearing sunglasses.

  She looks like a beauty, Venus herself personified.

  And she’s mine.

  Sienna

  I continue to feel shut in.

  There
’s no escape.

  No way out.

  I don’t mind being Nate’s prisoner now, but I’d like to go outside every now and again. His terrace and the pool are getting old if you can believe that.

  Yes, I’m living in the lap of luxury. But it all means nothing if you don’t have your freedom.

  I know Nate is planning something I just don’t know what. And my fear for his safety is increasingly on my mind.

  I’m falling for Nate.

  There’s no way around that. He’s the man I’ve been dreaming of all these years. And I finally found him.

  Or he found me. I haphazardly entered his life again.

  All of it will be for naught if he dies at the end of this.

  I get the feeling that his boss or whoever he’s been working for is a very dangerous man. I just hope Nate knows what he’s doing.

  He seems so in control all the time. I can’t imagine him failing at anything. But I just pray deeply in my heart that he doesn’t fail at this. One wrong move could mean the end of his life, and I fear the end of my life as well.

  I’ve been sun tanning all day.

  I might’ve caught a bit too much sun. I feel exhausted.

  I slip into jeans and a black lace camisole. And then I put on black flip-flops. There’s no use getting dolled up. I’m not going anywhere anyway, as per usual.

  I walk out of my room to go find Nate.

  Surprise, surprise—James and Titus are here.

  They’re always next to Nate. There like the damn rat pack.

  I walk into the living room. They’re all there, having drinks and talking in hushed tones.

  “Hey guys,” I say.

  Upon making my entrance, Nate’s eyes are all over me. They rake over my body, and I feel tremors just from being underneath his gaze.

  Every time I see him, this happens. My heart catches in my throat a little bit.

  I become a little bit nervous. And my heart sets on fire.

  This is desire.

  This is passion.

  This is everything.

  “Hi baby,” Nate says as he gets up to greet me.

  He walks over to me and kisses my cheek. As his lips brush against my skin, I feel increasingly heated. There’s no getting away from this, no getting away from him, not ever.