Safe and Deputized with Ecstasy [The Heroes of Silver Island 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tonya Ramagos

  And that was the reason for the regret. He’d wanted to be the one to bring his father in. Except, knowing Drake the way she did, she understood he wouldn’t have merely arrested his father. He likely would’ve beat the man to death in retribution for his mother and the years of hell the man had put them all through.

  “That’s why you came to the island,” she said softly.

  Drake lifted a shoulder along with his wine glass. “There wasn’t anything left for me in New Orleans after that. He’s in jail, Christy is safe, Mom is gone, and—”

  He didn’t need to finish the sentence for her to know what he’d been about to say. She had been gone, too. Guilt tied knots in her belly. She had run away from him and Rhett knowing it was the only way to beat the desire in her heart to stay and, in doing so, she’d not only hurt them both, but she hadn’t been there when Drake had needed her most.

  Rhett came out of the kitchen, placed the steaming casserole dish in the center of the table, and took an overdramatic bow. “Dinner is served,” he said, obviously attempting to imitate a cook in a fine restaurant.

  Alex smiled, both at his effort to break the melancholy atmosphere that had darkened the mood in the room and at the withering look Drake slid his way. Rhett sat and they spooned the casserole on to their plates, falling into idle conversation about the island, shows on television, and whatever else one of them thought of as they ate. Before she realized what was happening, they were cutting up and joking around the way they used to.

  Dinner complete and the bottle of wine empty, Drake got up, gathered the plates, and carried them to the kitchen.

  “Should we move to the living room and find a bloody horror flick to finish out the night?” Rhett asked as he got to his feet.

  Alex shook her head and stood. “The two of you are more than welcome to. I should get back to my cottage.”

  “We’ll walk with you.”

  Rhett danced his fingers over the small of her back as he stepped around her and she knew it was time to make a hasty retreat. The sensation of that soft touch shimmered through her, awakening every nerve ending until it was overly sensitive, ready, and waiting. “I’m sure I can find my way from here.”

  Drake returned from the kitchen, stopping next to Rhett in front of her. “Then we’ll show you out.”

  They walked her to the door, Drake on her left and Rhett on her right. It was Drake who reached for the knob. He eased the door open a few inches before he let go of the knob, flattened his hand on the door, and slammed it shut.

  “Stay.”

  * * * *

  What the fuck was he doing? Drake couldn’t stop himself from saying the word, from reaching for her and dragging her into his arms any more than he could stop his heart from beating.

  “Not to watch television. Not forever.” He rested his forehead against hers and stared into her eyes, knowing he would damn himself for this later. “Stay for tonight. Be with us tonight, Alex.”

  Rhett moved closer and Drake adjusted his hold on her waist to let his friend in. He was dooming both of them to a pain they’d felt before, one that had never truly gone away, and one that would no doubt tear both of their worlds apart when she left again. Knowing that and hating himself for giving into the need didn’t aid him in finding his control to stop. If one night with the woman of their hearts was all they could get, they would take it and somehow learn to survive the fallout in time.

  She trembled in his embrace as one of her arms wound around his neck, her fingers playing in the hairs at his nape. She angled her head to rest a temple on Rhett’s chest and squeezed her eyes shut. “This is a bad idea, for all of us.”

  Rhett brushed his lips to the top of her head. “Don’t think about that now. We need you, Alex. Give us tonight, sweetheart.”

  She opened her eyes and looked at him. The tears glistening in them tore at Drake’s heart. “You told me to watch my step and now you’re asking this?”

  He cupped her cheek and dragged the pad of his thumb beneath her eye, wiping away the tear that started to slide. “Sue me. I need you. We need you.”

  Emotions twisted in her tear-filled amazing eyes as she gazed at him. “And then what?”

  “We wrap up the case.” Drake tried to make it sound simple, though he knew damn well there wouldn’t be anything simple about the aftermath of what they were about to do. “We stay here and you go back to Waterston.”

  Her mouth trembled slightly. “We walk away with no regrets?”

  Oh, there would be regrets. Drake didn’t doubt that for an instant. He could already feel them forming in the pit of his gut. “We appease our hunger for one another and we go on with our lives.”

  She lifted her head from Rhett’s chest and gazed at the other man for a long moment. “Is this what you want, too?”

  Rhett stared down at her, all the love and hope and need he felt for her written on his face. “I haven’t wanted anything more in a very long time.”

  Alex’s throat worked as she swallowed and looked back him. “I can do that.”

  Drake ignored the pain of knowing she could, despite the emotion he saw in her eyes. She wasn’t so sure she could. That might have given him hope if she hadn’t already turned her back on him, Rhett, and her own heart before. He slid a glance at Rhett, saw the man’s infinitesimal nod, and knew if he backed out now he would put a wedge between their friendship that might never mend.

  “Then so can we.” He crushed his mouth to hers, washing away the bitter taste of the lie with the innate flavor of the woman he would love to his dying day.

  He angled his head to take the kiss deeper and felt Rhett move behind her, his friend’s hands pushing between his body and hers to free the buttons of her blouse. Intoxicated by her taste and hungering for more, he wrenched his mouth from hers and nibbled his way down her neck. Rhett parted the material of her shirt, pulled it from the waistband of her skirt, and eased it off her sultry body. Drake took advantage of every delicious inch of her flesh that Rhett exposed, licking and biting his way over her chest until his mouth met with the edge of her bra.

  He pulled back, studying the thin black lace that covered her amazing breasts. “Damn, I used to think you drove me wild in the old-fashioned cotton you used to wear, but this…” He traced the outline of the lace with a fingertip and felt her inhale a quivering breath. Then the lace fell away as Rhett removed her bra and his gaze locked on her beautiful breasts.

  With a growl, Drake dipped his head and took one breast in his mouth. Her nipple was already hard and he flicked his tongue over the tip in a rapid succession that drew sexy moans from her lips.

  Her hands moved between them, fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, and tugged at the material until she’d freed it from his pants. She peeled his shirt off, her delicate palms gliding over his shoulders and down his biceps. Then they were on his bare chest, caressing his pecs before turning on a downward slide to the button and zipper of his pants.

  He caught her wrists before she got the chance to push his pants down his legs and held them at her sides while he devoured her other breast. She shivered between him and Rhett, soft pleading sounds escaping her lips as he danced his mouth back and forth from one breast to the other while Rhett finished taking off her clothes.

  His cock aching to the point of sheer agony, he barely resisted the urge to fuck her against the front door. It wasn’t how he wanted this night to go. If this was the only time, the last time he and Rhett would get to make love to their woman, they were going to do it together.

  Pulling back, he turned Alexandria in his arms to face Rhett, letting his friend have his turn at her delicious mouth and flesh. He let her wrap her arms around Rhett’s nape and smiled when they stayed there only a second before she went to work on ridding him of his shirt. Her movements, though brisk, hesitated often as he pushed her hair to one side and explored her back with his tongue and teeth. He dragged the tip of his tongue down her spine, loving the way she shivered as he lowered to his kn
ees behind her. Cupping one perfect ass cheek in his hand, he closed his mouth on the other and gave it a pressured bite. Her moan was muffled by Rhett’s kiss and her hips swayed, her beautiful ass asking for more.

  He’d been the first man to make love to her tight ass. It had taken him a lot of coaxing and tender words that he usually left for Rhett to say, but she’d finally relented. Once he’d gotten her virgin hole prepared enough to accept his cock, he’d known by the sounds she’d made and her body’s response that she hadn’t regretted giving in.

  “Alex.” He blew a breath over the crack of her ass and then drove his tongue between her cheeks. “I want my hole tonight, baby.” He found her entrance, circled the puckered hole with his tongue, and delved just the tip inside before pulling back. “This is mine, remember?”

  He flattened his hands on the outsides of her legs as he straightened behind her. Rhett released her mouth and her head fell back on her shoulders to rest on his chest, angling so she could look up at him through heavy-lidded lust-filled eyes. “I remember, but…”

  Drake gazed down at her, noted the hint of fear in her eyes, and lifted a brow when she didn’t finish the sentence.

  She gulped and licked her lips. “No one has done that since you.”

  He smiled. She couldn’t know what hearing that meant to him, but he held himself back from telling her so. He’d already exposed too much, already let her in too far, and had already found himself right back where he’d been five years ago, hopelessly in love with her all over again.

  * * * *

  Walk away with no regrets?

  Rhett didn’t have the first intention of allowing either of those things to happen. He took Alex’s hand, led her to his room, and stopped at the end of the bed before drawing her into his arms again. Drake was right there with them, closing in at her back, and dipping his head to nuzzle his face in the bend of her neck.

  “This is how we’re meant to be.” She made a sound that might have been agreement, but had probably been closer to a protest. Either way, he silenced it with a kiss. Drake had obviously told her to watch her step. No doubt, his friend had delivered that warning because of him. There wasn’t any need. He’d already decided what he would do if she didn’t stay with them. The Waterston PD had openings and he needed only to make a phone call for one of those openings to belong to him.

  He danced his tongue soft and slow over hers, shifting his mouth over hers when her head angled to expose more flesh for Drake to explore. He skimmed his hands down her sultry body, loving the way she writhed between him and Drake. Needing to feel more of her, to taste more of her, he licked his way over her chin, skipped his mouth to her shoulder, and bent his knees as he trailed the tip of his tongue down her chest to her breast.

  Her fingers dug into his arms, her grip tight as she tugged him back up. Her eyes were heavy-lidded with arousal as she gazed at him, obviously struggling to find words rather than moans as Drake continued to kiss and nip the side of her neck.

  “Not tonight, Rhett.” Her hands found the buttons of his shirt, worked them free in record time, and pushed the material off his shoulders. Her palms scraped a delicate path of fire down his pecs and along the flat planes of his belly.

  Rhett sucked in his gut, wanting her to go lower, to touch him the way he’d dreamed of her touching him for five long years. He was nearly ready to beg for it when her fingers found the buckle of his belt. With the same speed and determination she’d used on his shirt, she rid him of his pants, going down with them between his body and Drake’s as she pushed his pants and briefs to his ankles.

  “Alex.” He groaned her name as her delicate hand closed around his aching shaft and looked down at her to find her gazing up at him, a temptress’s smile curving her lips. “You know if you do that, sweetheart, I’m going to have even more trouble lasting once I get inside you.”

  “Don’t worry, man. Alex and I remember how to give you a minute to cool off, don’t we baby?”

  Alex tipped her head back, shooting a giggling smile at Drake before she settled her attention back on Rhett’s cock. The first swipe of her satiny tongue over the tip of his cockhead made his knees jerk. Her fisted hand slid to the base of his shaft and began working it in slow and easy strokes as her lips closed to draw on the pleasure-tortured crest.

  Rhett let his head fall back on his shoulders as he fought to breathe. Her hot, tight mouth drew on his cock head as her tongue rasped the ultrasensitive flesh beneath it until pressure built painfully in his balls. He felt her cheeks hollow as she took his cock deeper into her mouth, felt his cockhead bump the back of her throat, and then felt her throat muscles relax as she swallowed his full length.

  “Christ.” He fisted his fingers in her hair, careful not to tug too hard, determined to let her remain in control. That determination damn near did him in as her hand slid between his legs to cup his balls and massage the taut sac.

  “Are you ready for that minute yet?”

  Rhett righted his head to find Drake watching him, an amused grin tilting his lips. Knowing if he let her keep going, he’d soon come down the back of her throat, he gave his friend a nod and watched as the man sank to his knees behind Alex, a set of cuffs in his hands.

  Alex made a whimpering sound as Drake pulled her hands from Rhett’s cock and balls and twisted them behind her back. Taking away her ability to touch had never deterred their Alex. She simply found more creative ways to use her mouth on his cock so the pleasure she was giving him kept him on an uphill climb to blissful oblivion. Brutal ecstasy grew claws in his system as her head bobbed back and forth, her throat, lips, and tongue working his cock until his fingers were fisting more tightly in her hair on their own accord.

  Knowing he was about to lose it, he used his hold on her hair to draw her head back. His cock slid out of her hot little mouth with an audible pop and her swollen lips unfolded in her most sinful smile of the night.

  “Damn, sweetheart, I’d forgotten what a wicked mouth you have.”

  “It can get naughtier if you let me get back to what I was doing.”

  He chuckled, albeit breathlessly. “Not a chance. You’re going to come for us first.”

  Drake pulled her to her feet between them, her hands now bound behind her back. “And we’re about to make that happen.”

  * * * *

  It wasn’t far from happening now. Together, Drake and Rhett held her entire body and being in the palms of their hands. She was theirs to control, theirs to pleasure, and theirs to love.

  Dear God. She was letting it happen all over again.

  Her body stiffened at the thought and Drake reached a hand around her, hooked a finger beneath her chin, and turned her face toward his.

  “Remember what you said.”

  The intensity in his eyes burned a path straight to her heart. She’d told them she could do this. She’d made them believe that she could give herself to them, that all the three of them could have this night together, and she could walk away tomorrow without regrets. Every bit of it had been a lie.

  A lump formed in her throat as she stared into Drake’s eyes. Unable to speak for the emotions clogging her throat, she rose to her tiptoes and brushed her lips to his. He pulled away, a devious smile tilting his lips and wicked promises flashing through his eyes.

  He took a step back and let go of the chain that stretched between the cuffs he’d put on her wrists. “Crawl onto the bed on your knees.”

  She considered the command for a moment before she shook her head. “I have a better idea. How about I sit on the bed while you stand in front of me and strip?”

  Drake’s brow lifted and amusement skittered through his expression. “All right. We’ll give Rhett another minute.”

  She glanced at Rhett, saw him roll his eyes, and stifled a giggle as she turned to sit on the foot of the bed. Drake liked to pretend Rhett needed the minute to cool off, but she’d figured out a long time ago Rhett wasn’t the only one.

  Obliging her request,
Drake moved to stand in front of her. He didn’t make a show of getting naked. He didn’t need to. Each marvelously tanned inch of his ripped body that he exposed made a show all its own. Her hormones sighed in sheer appreciation as each button Drake unfastened exposed more and more of the impressive array of corded muscles and rock-hard planes that had always made her want to drool. Wiry, ash-brown hair speckled his chest, circling his flat, hard nipples. She licked her lips, wanting to flick her tongue over those tight points. She wanted to lick her way down the path that led to his six-pack abs and flat stomach before disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.

  She locked her gaze on his hands as he peeled his pants down, exposing his very brief briefs straining to conceal the enormous bulge of his cock. Anticipation spiked to an all-new high as he reached for the waistband of the briefs and shucked them down his powerful legs. His cock, every long and thick and magnificently large inch of it, sprang free in a glorious jubilation of attention and she nearly came then and there.

  Oh, yeah. Watching Drake get naked was definitely a show far better than anything ever filmed for television.

  Movement out of the corner of her eye drew her attention to Rhett. He’d stepped closer to the foot of the bed as if he intended to crawl onto it beside her. She held up a finger, her lips forming an O of pure female appreciation as her gaze fell from his face, down his sleek muscular torso, and settled on his cock. Her mouth watered and she had to close it to swallow as she found herself unable to tear her attention away from his long, thick dick stretching up his body and nearly reaching his navel. Her mouth simply refused to stop watering as her taste buds exploded with the desire to feast on his cock again, this time not stopping until he shot his cum down her throat.

  “Can I move yet?”

  She snapped her gaze back to his face and saw him grinning at her. She pretended to ponder over his question for a heartbeat before she finally shrugged, gave a little pout, and nodded. “If you must.”