by Milly Taiden
Ice licked his lips and met her gaze. “I’d be happy to massage you.”
She winked at him with a grin. “I’ll hold you to that.” She glanced at the clear pool water and sniffed. “I don’t smell chlorine.”
“That’s because this is an Eco pool,” Ice said, still holding her hand as they walked around the room.
She frowned. “A what?”
“Eco pool,” Frost replied. “Eco pools don't use salt or chlorine. A natural oxidation system sanitizes and cleans the water with no chemicals. It cleans all the scale and calcium out of the pool pipes and pumping equipment.”
“Wow,” she said, glancing down at the clear blue water. “I’ll have to tell my mother about this. Is it easier to maintain?”
“Absolutely,” Frost said. “We’re sensitive to scents, so chlorine was out. Salt pools are still using chlorine but in a different scale. Too strong for our noses anyway. This was the only way. Plus, it takes very little upkeep and works for us. Our cleaning lady knows how to run it and keeps it clean.”
“It looks so inviting,” she said.
Suddenly, Ice was behind her, his hands on her sweater. “Then let’s get in the water.”
She was ready to debate when she realized she really wanted to get in. With both her men. Were they her men? They were for right now. Clothes were tugged off in a rush and then she was in the warm pool water with both men. Yes!
Frost groaned, cupping the heavy mounds of her breasts in his hands and thumbing her nipples. “Fuck, Raven. I can’t get enough of you. Every single inch of you is so beautiful.”
She pressed her chest forward into his hands. Her blood sizzled as electricity traveled from her nipples to her clit. She moaned. The hair on her arms rose with her arousal.
“Does it feel good?” Ice asked, his lips rubbing against her ear and his hands roaming down her back to grab her ass. “Fuck, you’re so sexy. I want to lick every inch of you.”
“Yes,” she groaned, sliding her fingers into Frost’s hair and tugging his head down to her chest. “Suck me. Lick me.”
His lips split into a sinful smile. “My thoughts exactly, princess.”
Frost lifted her breasts to his lips and licked. “You taste like candy. Perfect.”
She leaned her head back into Ice’s shoulder and glanced around. It had grown dark outside and the colors of the northern sky lit the night.
“Do you like it?” Ice growled by her ear.
“Yes. It’s beautiful.”
Frost sucked her nipples, biting down and leaving them wet, stinging points. He slid a hand down, cupped her and slipped a finger between her pussy lips to her entrance and then up to her clit. “Your tight little pussy is ready for us.”
Ice pulled her to one of the hydrotherapy massage seats lined to one side of the pool. He sat at the edge and slid back into the seat.
“Come here. I want your pussy tight around my cock,” Ice murmured.
She rushed to do his bidding, her body desperate for an orgasm. She climbed over the seat and straddled him. Frost came from behind, grabbed her by the waist and helped her slowly lower until Ice’s cock pressed at her entrance.
“Know how we’re going to make you ours?” Ice asked, his eyes glinting with passion.
She leaned down and pressed her lips to his. “Does it really matter? I welcome whatever you want to do. As long as I enjoy it.”
He nibbled her lip. “You will, beautiful. We’ll both fuck you at the same time again. Have you screaming for more,” he said in that deep voice that made her pussy cream. “I’ll stamp myself in your pussy and Ice will slip into your delectable ass.” He swiped his tongue over her bottom lip. “We’ll hold you and our mark will appear somewhere on your body once our dragons claim you. Then, we’ll both come inside you.” He inhaled at her neck. “We’ll be a perfect triad.”
“God, that sounds amazing,” she groaned, taking his cock in one smooth glide. His cock spread her open. Every inch she slid down, she felt his large size stretching its way deep into her.
“Fuck!” she moaned, her body in flames.
He leaned back, pulling her with him. Her ass up, Frost spread her cheeks and dropped something warm her hole.
“Don’t worry, love,” Ice reassured her. “That’s going to make it extra pleasurable for you.”
She kissed Ice. God, how was it possible to be this emotionally attached to both men so quickly?
Frost pressed slick fingers into her ass. One at first. He worked it in and out, getting more of the warm liquid into her hole. It didn’t seem to matter that they were all wet. The liquid made her super slick. Frost added a second finger. Her anal muscles stretched pleasurably as he continued. Another finger was added. He pushed in and out, spreading the fingers open and then pulling them out.
“Yes,” Frost grunted. “Push your sexy ass back.”
Was that what she was doing? She was so far gone, mindless with need, but she’d rocked back and forth on his fingers and Ice’s cock. Frost slid his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. He pushed the head of his cock into her, going slow and smooth. She gasped at the feeling.
“Yes, baby. That’s exactly how you do it.”
She moaned and wiggled on Ice’s length. Frost propelled back and did it again. The experience was erotic and arousing.
She pushed back into Frost’s cock during one of his thrusts, taking him all the way in. Goodness. Her body was already winding up. She couldn’t move. Both men were balls deep inside her. Her pussy quivered on Ice’s cock. She wiggled a little and felt her clit rub against his pelvis.
A rough moan slipped from her. She’d never felt so aroused. Frost held on to her by the waist and propelled back, slamming back into her hard. From the front, Ice lifted his hips and thrust into her pussy, timing it perfectly. So perfectly. When Frost reared back, Ice plunged deep. When he slid down, Frost drove into her ass.
“How fucking sexy is that sound,” Ice said against her lips. “It’s all us, baby.”
She kissed him and gripped his shoulders. “Us?”
“Yes, love. Us. Skin slapping. My cock deep in your heat. Both of us deep. Owning you.” He locked gazes with her. “No other sound compares. So fucking sexy.”
She clung to Ice, her lungs gasping for air as both men fucked her mercilessly. Tension wound tight in her belly so fast, she didn’t realize she was coming until she dug her nails into his arms, letting her body unravel while both men continued to drive in and out of her.
They pressed forward at the same time, Frost’s hands were on the back of her shoulders. Ice’s hands were on her hips. Fire shot from her shoulders down her back. Pleasure rushed through her. She screamed loud, her pussy fluttering wildly on Ice’s cock and her ass squeezing Frost.
She choked on her breaths. Her body softened but theirs stiffened and they growled, both men coming inside her. Filling her with their seed. God, she’d never felt so turned on.
Frost removed himself out of her ass, but Ice stayed put, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her over him in the warm pool water.
He smiled softly and it made her heart flip over. “You’re perfect. Your body. Your mind. Everything about you. I never want to leave your body.”
“I love how you feel inside me,” she admitted, enjoying his still hard cock rubbing her tender sex.
Elton John’s “The Bitch is Back” rang in the distance. She lowered her head and kissed Ice, enjoying their intimacy. No way was she stopping that to answer her mom’s call. She’d call her back in the morning. After they did more wonderful things to her body. Trust her mother to be the one to call right after she had amazing sex. She couldn’t even be angry. It was her mother’s words, after all, that got her laid.
17
Raven stretched, snuggled between her two men in their amazing master bedroom. They had hands, arms, legs, and everything else wrapped around her, keeping her plastered to the bed. Unfortunately, there was something pushing on her bladder, too. Wiggling, she made her w
ay under the appendages to the foot of the bed. From there, she was able to get to the bathroom.
Last night had been momentous. Never had she been so lost in sex, so lost in the feelings created inside her. It would be damn near impossible to let these two go. She wondered if they’d accept a marriage of three. No. She shook her head. That was stupid and illegal. One would always be jealous of the other. That would never work out. Men simply didn’t work that way. Even though these guys shared well.
Stomach growling, she thought about breakfast—and the donut store they visited last night. Her craving went bazonkers. She hadn’t had a donut in forever. And she’d worked off enough calories last night to eat a dozen.
Quietly slipping on casual clothes from the bag she brought over, she snuck downstairs and out to the SUV. She was sure the guys wouldn’t mind if she borrowed the truck for a quick trip into town. Hell, she planned to be back before they knew she was gone.
The roads were clear of snow, so she was confident there would be no problems getting there and back. In fact, if they protested, she’d smear icing along their incredible cocks and lick it off. That would shut them up.
The drive being quiet, she had time to think about Juliet. The mercury test kit was really strange. It had to mean something. She remembered what Frost had told them last night about what the doctor said about mercury poisoning and brain damage to children. The article in Juliet’s office had the same thing. Her heart died remembering the kids at the diner who seemed different. She wondered if those children had been exposed to mercury in the air or their food somehow.
Frost mentioned that insomnia was another symptom. That conversation with the waitress Annie, she said the men were there early every morning, not sleeping well. Could those be related, too?
Now she got to thinking about what else Annie said. There was that whole thing with the “hooping” cough. The waitress said it was almost an epidemic. She was exaggerating, of course, but there was usually some truth to stories like that.
Frost said the doctor mentioned liver problems first as a symptom of poisoning. Were strange liver problems cropping up here? Then she remembered the jaundice guy at the rig. Holy shit. There had to be a connection between mercury and...what?
Was that what Juliet found? Mercury contamination somewhere?
But that wouldn’t make sense with the work she was doing on the iceberg. But on the permafrost dirt, they’d found the indigo piece of cotton swab and high quantities of the element.
Mercury and the iceberg? She saw no connection there.
Mercury and the ground? Juliet tested a bucket of dirt. Permafrost dirt, specifically. She brought back a sample of that soil, so it must be important.
Mercury and the oil rig? The sleepless men all worked at the rig. The jaundice guy obviously did. Could the children be kids of those who worked at the well?
There was a link she wasn’t seeing. Think how Juliet would think. Good god, her friend was so damn smart, it was creepy sometimes. Many times when Raven accidentally asked her about work, Juliet gushed with scientific mumbo-jumbo and huge leaps of logic way over Raven’s paygrade.
So why not make a big leap herself? Suppose Juliet was allergic to mercury—was that even a real thing?—and working on the iceberg. She started sneezing, or coughing, or turning yellow, after a few days of working on site. So she ordered a testing kit to verify the amount of mercury in the soil and found a high amount and...what?
How was she exposed to mercury in the ground? She drove across it. She didn’t eat it...but she did eat fish, which she doesn’t like. Maybe the food wasn’t to eat, but to test!
She slapped the steering wheel. “Oh my god. That’s it,” she yelled to no one. She pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed Frost since his name was alphabetically first in the contact list.
“Hey,” he answered, “where are you?”
“Oh, right.” She’d forgotten about leaving them in bed. “I’m getting donuts for breakfast, but listen. I figured it out.”
Raven went on to explain the connection, or mostly a connection, between the rig and Marge’s food at the diner. There were some gaps, but she figured that was where Juliet’s big scientific words would fill.
The men were stunned. “It makes sense,” Ice said on speaker phone with Frost at the cabin.
“That’s what I thought,” Raven said. “What should we do?”
“We need to go to the sheriff. He’ll know who to contact, or at least be able to stop the rig from operation,” Frost replied.
The diner came into view as she crossed the township city limits. “First, I need to warn Marge. She can’t cook any more fish.”
“All right. Stay there. We’ll be there shortly,” Frost said.
“I have the truck,” she realized. “How—”
Both guys chuckled. “We’ll fly in,” Ice said.
That meant at least one of her guys had to be naked. No way. Nobody was going to gawk at her men in the buff except her. And she knew women here liked to gawk. She about ripped eyeballs out when Ice had his shirt off yesterday.
“No need,” she replied. “Just wait for me to get back. You both can help me fill in the gaps before we tell the sheriff. If we don’t have solid proof, he may not believe us,” she said.
“True,” Ice replied. “We’ll have breakfast ready when you get back.”
Parking in the diner’s lot, Raven hopped out of her vehicle and ran inside. There were more cars here than she expected this early. Like Annie said, several men were there early drinking coffee and looking like zombies. Maybe she shouldn’t say too much yet. Talk to the sheriff first.
“Good morning, missy,” Marge said. “Take a seat wherever you want.”
Raven ran up to her. “I swear to you, Marge,” she started, “I will do everything I can to make sure the children of Antler grow up to healthy and strong. I’ll call or promote or advertise anything needed to heal all the sick here. You can’t go on with this, Marge. The town will start dying soon. We can’t let that happen.”
Marge’s eyes were scared wide by this time. “What are you talking about? Who’s dying?”
Raven took the diner’s owner by the hands. “Everyone in town. They are slowly being poisoned.” She sucked in a breath. “I promise, Marge, even if I have to spend my entire inheritance on it, I will find a way to stop this.”
Marge’s face softened. “You’d do all that to help us? Our little town? Nobody has given a shit about us, ever. Even the government abandoned us after the oil wells dried up. The town was broke. No one could afford food or medicine for their children. They certainly couldn’t afford to eat here. The town was almost dead then, too.” A tear formed in her eyes. “Tell me, who is poisoning us?” Raven could tell she cared about the people, but still, she wanted to talk to the sheriff.
“It has to do with the oil rig close to the bay,” Raven said, looking over her shoulder. “I don’t want to say yet. I need to talk to the sheriff first.”
Marge stood stunned for a moment. “The oil rig?” Raven nodded. Marge then got a determined look on her face. “Go to the sheriff. That is a great idea,” Marge replied. “You should go right now.”
Raven paused, recalling the guys wanted to go with her to the cops. They were waiting for her at the cabin.
“You need to see him now,” Marge urged. “He leaves on patrol soon and you might never see him then. Go.”
Raven raced out the door, requiring no further explanation. The guys could wait a few more minutes. As soon as she got the basics out, the sheriff would be curious enough to stick around. Maybe even start to take action.
She glanced down the street to see the sheriff’s truck was still parked out front. Instead of going to the SUV, she walked the other way. By the time she would’ve gotten to her vehicle, she would be almost to the sheriff’s.
Shivering when she walked inside, Raven was greeted with a friendly smile and given directions down the hall to the sheriff’s office. She knocked an
d heard him welcome her in.
He didn’t seem thrilled to see her, but he wasn’t thrilled when he picked her up from the plane, either. She closed the door behind her and sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
“Sheriff White Hawk, I’ve discovered something you need to know,” she started.
His lips pressed together, and his eyes narrowed. “What is it, young lady?”
“I can’t fully explain how, but the oil rig out by the bay is contaminating the water and the fish with mercury, which is poisoning the people in town.” She spit it out without taking a breath.
White Hawk sat back in his chair. “Mercury? What about the oil rig, now?”
“It’s poisoning the water with mercury. The oil rig has to be shut down immediately.”
The door squeaked behind her. She looked back to see Riggs step through the doorway. “I’d have to argue with you on that, Miss Casino.”
18
Ice paced between the kitchen table and living room. He glanced at his watch. Something wasn’t right. “I’m telling you, Frost. She shouldn’t take this long.”
Frost sat at the table researching something on his phone. “Try her phone again.”
Ice pressed the icon in the call log for the last number used. He listened to it ring and ring and ring. He threw his cell to the floor. Frost raised a brow.
“I take it she didn’t answer,” Frost said.
“Fuck you, asshole,” Ice growled. “What the fuck do you think?”
“Listen to this,” the ass completely ignored him. “Large amounts of inhaled mercury can dissolve into the bloodstream to create various illnesses and poison the body.”
“Yeah, okay,” Ice said. “We knew that already. Not the inhale part, but whatever. I’m going, man. You can stay—”
“Wait,” Frost begged. “Scientists have discovered massive reserves of mercury in the permafrost in North America. As the permafrost melts, mercury is released into the air by the tons.”
Ice grunted. “Didn’t know that. But the permafrost isn’t melting that quickly. It should have some time to dissipate, you’d think.”