Most Wanted (Triple Diamond Book 3)

by Gemma Snow

  But finally, somehow, she pulled back. Her eyes were heavy with lust and when she turned to face Quinn, she saw something similar in his deep green gaze.

  “Come here,” she murmured, pulling him against her back and twisting to capture his mouth with her own. It was nearly the same position they had been in on the dance floor back in the mess hall, Ev captured between these two men, the hard caress of their bodies against her own driving her into a tailspin of desire. But it was different, too, because this time she knew the score and she refused to be a passive participant in the one night of her life where she could indulge in those secret, dangerous desires that might ruin everything. But there was no time for negativity or fears or early regrets. No, now she was going to make love to these two men just as they’d promised to make love to her.

  “I guess I do have a voyeuristic streak after all,” Lucas said, his voice husky against her neck. “What else are you going to do to him, Evvie?”

  What aren’t I going to do to him? To both of them? She broke away from Quinn to nip at Lucas’ neck, while she started on Quinn’s belt. They were still just standing there in the small living room, all their clothes safely on, and already Ev was losing her fucking mind to the heady sensation of being looked at like she was some rich dessert they both wanted to eat.

  “Turn around, baby,” Quinn said. She’d never understood the BDSM lifestyle, though lord only knew she’d run into it enough times in her job. But when Quinn Langston used that tone of voice in a command that she knew was about to bring her into a whole world of pleasure, Ev most definitely got it, and kind of, sort of wanted more.

  “Or what?” she asked, but before the word was even out, Quinn’s hands were up her dress, pushing it up her thigh. He wrapped his fingers around one of her plump ass cheeks and squeezed, hard.

  “Don’t be a brat, Evs,” he growled. “Turn around and lean over the back of the couch.” He squeezed harder and the sensation, the line between too much pressure and not enough, made her a little wobbly on her feet when she finally turned around and bent over the couch.

  “More, Evs,” Quinn demanded. “Show Lucas what a good girl you are.”

  Pleasure overrode her senses and Ev leaned down across the couch, her forearms resting on the pillows, her legs parted for balance. Just a few more inches and her dark purple lace panties would be on full display to both of them. The thought made a ripple of desire shudder through her whole body.

  Then, before she could ask them to touch her, to do something that might help alleviate the pressure building deep within her, strong hands pushed her dress all the way up and spread her legs wider. She nearly stumbled, but Lucas, it was definitely Lucas, steadied her with a hand on her ass.

  “So pretty,” he murmured. “Do you mind if I taste, Evvie?”

  Mind? Do I fucking mind?

  “God, please…” It was the only thing she could get out. Spread wide and anticipating like this, all rational thought had fled.

  “Not God,” Lucas said against the small of her back. “Just us.”

  Then his mouth was there, pressing against her silk-clad pussy, making her arch against him with not nearly enough leverage. He tapped her ass and the sensation zinged through her, making her cunt pulse around emptiness.

  But before she could demand, beg, ask him to please, goddammit, give her what she needed, his mouth was on her fully, savagely demanding her pleasure. The erotic slide of his tongue across the silk of her panties nearly made Ev scream and she clutched at the pillow, at the sofa, her pleasure mounting higher and higher, spiraling out of control.

  “That’s right, baby. Come all over his mouth.” Quinn’s voice was low and demanding and Ev’s breath caught in her chest. Her mind whirled, her heart leaped. Then Lucas, his tongue still assaulting her senses, found the swollen nub of her clit and pinched.

  She came undone, the world spiraling out from under her feet. She screamed Lucas’ name and the pleasure captured her by surprise. She nearly lost her balance, but Lucas’ strong hands held her steady when her knees began to shake and her shudders of after-pleasure coursed through her.

  “Jesus Christ, Evvie. You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He slid back, caressing her wet pussy one more time before he stood.

  “She is, isn’t she?” Quinn’s voice had the low, gravelly quality of a man already desperate, but holding himself back. “Want to test your voyeur theory, Lucas?” he asked.

  “You asking if I want to watch you fuck her against the back of the couch?”

  How could such crude words, words spoken like she wasn’t even in the room, turn Ev’s blood to molten desire? She was a proud, powerful woman in her own right, and yet the idea of Lucas watching Quinn fill her from behind, made her swollen breasts ache and her cunt pulse in need.

  “Do you want that, baby?” Quinn stroked her back before palming her ass in his large hand. “Do you want to be on display for us? Tell Lucas and me what you want.”

  Like the bastards don’t fucking know.

  “Somebody fucking touch me…” God, is that really my voice?

  “So needy…” Quinn moved his hand lower before he pressed the silk of her panties to the side and slipped one large finger deep into her waiting cunt. Ev jerked at the sensation, but Quinn steadied her hips with his other hand.

  “Tell me, baby… What do you need?”

  Ev tried to buck again, but Quinn’s grip was firm. Instead, she growled, “Fuck me against the couch while Lucas watches… God, please.”

  Quinn moved back, pulling his finger free of her body, before the telltale sounds of his undressing carried through the small cabin. Then his hands were on her waist, sliding those soaked panties down her hips. Gently, he lifted one foot, then the other so she could step free of them. Ev spread her legs wide for him without conscious volition.

  She thought he might make her beg again, but it seemed as if Quinn was already at his edge too, when he pressed the swollen head of his cock against her hole. She was so fucking wet he nearly slipped right in, but he held himself steady, waiting for something…

  “Slow, Quinn. I wanna see you fuck her real slow.”

  A shudder of pure fucking lust beat a path from her brain to her cunt and Ev actually shook, just as Quinn pushed his large cock inside her. He paused with just enough of himself buried in her body to make Ev lose her fucking mind, then he carefully, slowly, pushed deeper, giving her what she needed at a pace so slow Ev wasn’t certain she was going to survive.

  “How’s it feel, Evvie?” Lucas came around to look her in the eyes. He lifted her chin roughly and the power in the movement made her pleasure burn molten. “Quinn’s got a nice big cock, doesn’t he? How does it feel inside you?”

  “Fucking big,” she managed. “God, I feel stretched and…so fucking good…”

  Quinn settled himself all the way inside her at that exact moment and she let out a whimper of insane need.

  “I wonder how you’ll take having two cocks buried deep inside you,” Lucas murmured, his gaze so intense it might actually make her come right then and there. “I bet you’d love that, Evvie, being stuffed and filled to the brim.”

  There wasn’t anything else she could do except nod, not when Quinn kept up his torturously slow assault on her body and Lucas whispered those filthy things to her.

  “Have you ever taken a cock in your ass, sweetheart?” Lucas murmured, still caressing her face, her cheeks, her heated neck.

  “Once.” She choked out the word. “I… One time…”

  He nodded, seemingly in approval. “Good. Then it’ll be easier to fill you up later, when you ride both our cocks at the same time.”

  “I want you now…” Her voice was nearly ripped from her throat when Quinn hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her. “God, Lucas, please…”

  Though his smile was smug, she could see the threads of his self-control wavering and she pushed on. “Fuck my mouth, please? I…” God, it was hard to think. “I get wet
sucking cock…”

  Quinn slid home just when she said it. “She does,” he growled, his desire pulsing thick and full inside her. “You should hear the sounds she makes.”

  Lucas pulled his jacket off and laid it over the chair, then undid his cuffs and kicked off his shoes. He left his shirt unbuttoned, hanging open, baring a hint of the shadows and light caressing the powerful muscles below. He shucked his pants and came to stand before her on the couch in just a pair of fitted boxer briefs.

  “Fucking tease,” she growled, when he pulled back too far for her to lick the impressive bulge outlined against the cotton.

  “Goodness, your mouth does need to be filled,” Lucas muttered. “But I like to delay my gratification, so I’ll listen to you beg for my swollen, leaking cock before I decide if you deserve it.”

  Jesus Christ, she’d only just admitted to herself that maybe getting ordered around in the bedroom wasn’t the worst thing in the world and here she found herself in bed with not one but two Doms? Fucking great. Fucking great.

  “You’re pouting, baby,” Lucas said. He looked like a hungry animal, standing there half-undressed, his body coiled in tight, complete control. “Quinn’s right. You are a brat.”

  “I’m not pouting,” she managed to get out, but it lost a lot of its luster when Quinn brushed his hand under her pussy and rubbed her slick, swollen clit. “Oh, fuck.”

  “Now you’ve got the idea,” Quinn murmured in her ear, his weight pressing against her back, sliding his thick cock deeper into her body at an angle sure to drive her to complete and utter fucking madness.

  “Lucas, I… Can I please suck your cock?”

  This seemed to please him and a predatory grin spread across his face, one that left no doubt in Ev’s mind he planned to eat her up. Again. One hot FBI agent was a lot to handle, but two she might not survive.

  Lucas stalked over to the couch and slowly, torturously slowly, pushed his briefs down, allowing his leaking cock to spring free into his hand. Ev’s mouth watered and she bucked back into Quinn’s thrusts. Lucas continued to tease her, sliding his hand up and down his thickness in slow movements.

  Finally, blessedly, he stopped his teasing and moved close enough to brush his cock along the seam of her lips. The movement was somehow carnal and gentle all at the same time, and Ev’s pussy pulsed hard around Quinn’s cock. She opened her mouth and thank God, Lucas didn’t tease her anymore, didn’t make her wait to beg, just edged his cock between her lips and deep into her mouth.

  He was bigger than he looked. His cock bumped the back of her throat and Ev schooled her breathing to take him deep, as he wrapped his hands in her hair and tilted his head back, eyes closed, like some ancient Greek god in the throes of wanton pleasure. The knowledge that she was the one causing such pleasure made Ev weak at the knees and she was grateful for the two powerful men keeping her steady and oh so happy between them.

  “So good…” His words came out a jumble. “Cariña, I’m not gonna last if you do that.” She sucked him harder, inhaling the masculine scent of sweat and leather that was so familiar and erotic all at once, so totally Lucas. She wanted to give him pleasure, especially as her own rose higher and higher with the pound of Quinn’s cock deep inside her and the knowledge that she was stuffed between the two sexiest men she’d ever known.

  Quinn changed his angle and hit her hard, deep, making bright lights flash behind her slammed eyelids and allowing her to relax enough to suck Lucas down even farther. He swore in Spanish, a tangle of street slang coming out in base, undulating need, and buried his hands deeper into her hair.

  “Quinn, whatever the fuck you just did, do it again.” His voice was guttural, rough and nearly broken. Ev could relate.

  Then she couldn’t do anything at all because Quinn drove deep into her again, hitting that spot hard, each new thrust a wave pushing her too close to the edge. The knowledge that her pleasure would be overwhelming and all-encompassing was both terrifying and tempting all at the same time.

  “Evvie, baby, I wanna feel you come on my cock.” Quinn sounded ragged and needy and she nearly lost her grip on the couch each time he pounded into her. “Please, baby, I’m begging you to come all over me.”

  He really was. The powerful, controlled, expert agent Quinn Langston was absolutely begging her to come on his cock. And the thought brought her so close to the edge that the next time he brushed her clit with his large, strong fingers, Ev fucking shattered.

  She lost herself to the pleasure, suspended above her body for a breath, a frozen half-second before it all crashed down on her at once in a dizzying, overwhelming fireshow of pulsing need. She clutched at the couch, moaning around Lucas’ cock and shuddering hard, wave after wave of sweet desire bursting through her.

  Finally, slowly, her body came back into itself and she released Lucas’ cock from her mouth long enough to get a breath in.

  Quinn slid his hand up and down her back in a smooth caress and Lucas stroked her cheek, his eyes soft, full of a muted, gentle desire that was altogether more terrifying than the wild man he normally was.

  “Can you come again for us, baby?” he asked, sliding his thumb along her swollen lower lip. Ev sucked it into her mouth without even thinking and he groaned, deep, thrumming through her. She shook her head and released his digit.

  “It’s too much,” she managed, her voice still coming out in gasps, slow and achingly husky. “I…can’t.”

  “I think you can,” Quinn whispered. “We’ll take care of you, baby. You trust us, right?”

  Trust them? Hell, they’re literally holding me up right now, since I can’t possibly stand on my own two feet.

  Still, she nodded. She trusted them with everything she was and more.

  Lucas slid his cock across her lips to replace his wandering fingers, and Ev accepted it greedily, making him moan when she sucked him so hard and deep that he gripped the couch and let out a string of curses she couldn’t possibly understand. Behind her, Quinn stroked her swollen clit, his fingers teasing between her folds as he oh so slowly slid in and out of her still-quivering pussy.

  “That’s right, Evs, nice and slow,” he murmured.

  And it was nice and slow and gentle and sweet and now that her head was back on her body, Ev suddenly didn’t want nice and slow or gentle and sweet. No, now she was back to that stoking, rioting fire burning a path from one gorgeous man’s connection to her body to the other and she was losing her fucking mind. With Lucas’ cock buried in her mouth, she couldn’t say so, however, so instead she arched back hard against Quinn and took Lucas deeper than before.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  He didn’t hold back. The only time she ever saw him do so was when he scoped the city streets, biding his time, waiting for the opportune moment. But Lucas Vallejo didn’t hold back when it came to the passion she sensed coursing through him, the feelings now beating against her mind and body like the shores of an island during a hurricane. When he swore and when Quinn gripped her hips like that, riding her harder, tighter, higher, Ev lost the ground beneath her feet, lost the world around her and simply rode and rode and rode.

  Lucas finished first. He pumped into her mouth once, twice, one more time, muttering in a bastard child of Spanish and English and sailor about how sweet her fucking mouth was wrapped around his cock. His words stoked the last defiant tendrils of need within her and she burst free from her body in a swirl of pleasure that brought Quinn right with her, and he exploded across her bare ass until the three of them slumped against the couch, their labored breathing and the crackle in the fireplace the only sounds to break through the otherwise still cabin.

  Finally, slowly, Ev came back into herself. The room was warm, though she wasn’t sure whether it was from the heat of the near fireplace or the two large bodies beside her. Still, her skin goose-pebbled and she moved in an effort to right the dress on her body and maybe grab a sweater or six to keep her from ever touching either of them again. Because touching Lucas—touching Lu
cas and Quinn at the same time—it hadn’t made her want him any less. Not even a little bit.

  When you play with fire…

  “She’s thinking,” Lucas said, pushing himself up from the couch and looking down at her. Quinn stood, too, grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped her skin clean with a gentle touch. Then he helped Ev to her feet, smoothing down her dress as though he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

  “Of course I’m thinking,” Ev bit back, taking comfort in the knowledge that at least this bickering, intimate element of their relationship hadn’t been completely warped by the madness in which they had just indulged.

  Nope. The intimacy levels here are just fine.

  Quinn ran his hands down her back, stroking her messy hair, which made a soft whimper escape her lips. It should have been sweet. It should have been gentle and comforting. They should have brushed their teeth in the mirror then climbed into bed together to read or watch a movie in domestic bliss. That was what the last few months of dating Quinn had been like, when they had been able to snag a few moments of said domestic bliss amidst the chaos of their jobs.

  But right now, when she looked over at the dangerous, promising expression in Lucas’ eyes, at the way his dark hair curled around his broad shoulders and his stance indicated no compunction with his half-naked form, Ev knew they weren’t going to bed. They were going to bed, whether it was a good idea or not.

  “The point here was for you not to think,” Quinn murmured against her ear. It was so familiar and yet, it felt different too, like she had just discovered a new side of this man, a previously caged, controlled piece of him let free of its moorings. “But we know that’s not really an option, so we can help. If you want.”

  He was giving her an out, a chance to acknowledge that this thing between them, it was a terrible idea. It could only lead to heartache and more trouble than it was worth. But though Ev considered herself a strong woman, capable of withstanding the tests and challenges life had long thrown at her, she wasn’t strong enough to walk away from this.