Secret Scandal (Trinity Masters Book 7)

by Lila Dubois

  Irina jumped in the still-open rear passenger door, then slid over the bench-style seat into the back with Eli. Looking up, she caught Jasper’s gaze in the rearview mirror. She gave a thumbs-up; he nodded. She felt rather than heard the engine roar to life.

  Irina spent five agonizing minutes looking out the back window, watching for followers.

  When she was sure they were not being followed, she turned her attention to Eli.

  “Please,” she whispered. “Please be okay.”

  Chapter Eight

  “Eli, can you hear me?”

  Eli groaned, which made the banging in his head worse. Reaching up blindly, he groped for the speaker’s face. Identifying lips by feel, he covered them with his hand, then said, “Shhh.”

  The lips moved against his palm. Kissing him.

  Kissing. Hmm. He hadn’t realized this was a kissing sort of situation. Plus he would have sworn the speaker was male.

  “Here, this will help.” Now it was a woman talking.

  Hands slid behind his shoulders and head. He was lifted and something pressed against his lips. Water. Cold, clear water. He gulped it thirstily. When someone said “open,” he did. Pills dropped onto his tongue and he swallowed them down with more water.

  His head and shoulders were lowered once more onto something soft. A pillow. A bed.

  Some part of his brain had been trying to rouse him to panic, insisting they were in danger, but as his head touched the pillow, that lingering feeling settled down and faded away. He was safe.

  “Water?” He kept his eyes closed. He didn’t know where he was, and didn’t want to risk opening his eyes. His head no longer pounded, but felt both fragile and heavy, like a thick glass globe.

  The hands were back, lifting him from the bed, holding a straw to his lips.

  “How are you feeling?” the woman asked.

  He knew her. “Irina.”

  “Yes, it’s me. Oh thank God, Eli.”

  There’d been a man here earlier. “Jasper?”

  There was a pause, then the male voice answered. “Yes.”

  Eli opened his eyes. Color and light danced slowly and elegantly before him. He hummed a waltz under his breath, imagining the streaks of light as Ginger Rogers and the colors as Fred Astaire.

  “Eli? How are you feeling?”

  Irina’s face appeared above him. There was something different about her face, and her hair swung loose. She looked younger and more vulnerable.

  “Am I drunk?” he asked idly.

  “Is that how you feel?”

  “Yuppers.”

  Irina’s head turned, her hair swaying. Eli reached up, sliding the glossy locks through his fingers.

  Another face appeared beside Irina’s. Jasper reached out to take Eli’s wrist. He looked down at something, his brows knit in a frown.

  “It hasn’t actually been that long. He’s probably still under the influence of whatever they used to drug him. We could pour coffee into him and—”

  Eli’s focus shifted from Jasper’s words to his surroundings. The lights and colors had resolved into distinct objects. A room with cream walls. A TV resting in a dark armoire. Two tall lamps, one on a desk, the other beside a large armchair.

  Jasper and Irina were standing beside the bed. Irina wore a T-shirt. Jasper wore loose pajama pants, his chest bare. There were scars on his chest and one arm.

  Eli had seen those scars before. He’d seen both of them naked before. That was important.

  Eli’s eyes drifted closed as he tried to remember.

  He’d seen them naked at their binding ceremony. They were his trinity. He finally had a trinity.

  They were his and he was theirs and they were mostly naked. He was on a bed.

  Eli opened his eyes. “Take off your clothes.”

  Irina and Jasper, who’d been talking to one another, both swiveled to look at him.

  Jasper’s lips twitched.

  Irina’s eyebrows rose. “What?”

  Eli tried to raise his head, but couldn’t. He did manage to raise his hand and point at them. “Take off your clothes.”

  “Why?” Irina asked.

  “Because you’re mine.”

  Irina glanced at Jasper, who shrugged.

  Irina looked between them then pulled the shirt off. She wore underwear nearly the same color as her skin.

  Jasper backed up a step. Eli moved his hand, including Jasper in the pointing. “You too,” he demanded.

  Irina grinned. Jasper looked unsure, his eyes crinkling.

  Eli frowned in irritation. This was taking too long, and pointing was making him dizzy. He closed one eye. “Take his pants off.”

  Irina slid around behind Jasper and worked his pants down and off.

  “Her,” Eli said. He’d meant to say, “Now take her underwear off, I want you both naked.” But that was a bit too complicated. The furniture and walls were starting to soften and melt into nothing more than color and light.

  He blinked to focus, and was glad to see that Jasper had understood. He dropped to his knees beside Irina. Hooking his fingers in her panties, he slid them slowly over her hips, down her legs.

  “Now what?” Jasper asked, and his voice sounded different, husky.

  “Come here,” Eli demanded.

  They climbed onto the bed, naked and pale. He reached out, fingers brushing against bare flesh, the contrast of his dark hand against the extra-pale flesh of Irina’s breasts making her gasp.

  Or maybe it wasn’t their contrasting skin tone that made her gasp as his fingers closed over her breast, squeezing gently.

  “Eli, we shouldn’t do this, you’re…ah…” Irina’s voice trailed off as Eli managed to get coordinated enough to stroke her nipple. That had taken more energy than it should have. His hand dropped to the bed.

  “Jasper, you do it.”

  “Do what, Eli?”

  “Play with her.”

  The bed dropped as Jasper moved, positioning himself behind Irina, who was crouched at Eli’s hip.

  Irina gasped again as Jasper grabbed her hips, jerking her so she was no longer sitting back with her ass on her heels, but kneeling up.

  Eli lay before her, his gaze heavy-lidded, his voice low and husky. They’d pulled into this out-of-the-way motel a few hours ago. They had gotten some aspirin and water into him, figuring he’d sleep off whatever the bad guys used to drug him.

  But it seemed sleeping was the last thing on his mind.

  “Jasper,” she whispered. “We shouldn’t. If he weren’t drugged…”

  “We won’t take it too far. But he said we’re his. And that’s true. Until the Grand Master says otherwise.”

  “Don’t you think we should—”

  “Spread her legs,” Eli growled. His dark gaze raked over her naked body.

  Jasper shifted behind her, then used his knee to force hers open. His naked body was warm at her back. His cock pressed against her ass. Irina shuddered in pure arousal.

  “Does this turn you on?” Jasper’s words were low, whispered into her hair. “To have him ordering us to perform for him? Do you like him ordering me to touch you?”

  No. Say no, some rational part of her mind argued. If you’re ever going to hold your own with two husbands, showing any sign of sexual submission is a bad idea.

  “Yes,” she breathed. “I shouldn’t, but…”

  “You belong to us, don’t you?” Jasper was no longer whispering. His words were for Eli as much as her.

  Eli rumbled in agreement. He lifted his hand, which waved in the air before dropping to the bed. Jasper reached out, taking Eli’s hand in his.

  “Where do you want to touch her?” he asked Eli.

  “Everywhere.”

  Jasper brought Eli’s hand to Irina’s breasts. Her arousal was so acute that Irina shuddered from that simple touch. She reached up to push their hands away.

  “Hands down,” Jasper snapped. “Do you need to be tied up?”

  “No,” Irina said
.

  “Yes,” Eli replied.

  “Take off his belt, then give it to me,” Jasper said.

  Irina held still, the proverbial deer in headlights, unsure that she was hearing this right, that this was really happening. She always imagined that when she first met her trinity, they would spend some time talking through their sexual history, discussing preferences, and then maybe planning out how they would have sex the first few times, since there were more logistics involved with a ménage.

  Jasper’s free hand slid under her hair, his thumb and forefinger settling into the spots just behind her ears. He forced her to bend forward.

  “Take off Eli’s belt and give it to me.”

  Eli’s hand, cradled in Jasper’s, squeezed and stroked her breast. Irina slowly unbuckled the belt, then worked it free of Eli’s slacks.

  Doubling it up, she raised it over her shoulder, passing it to Jasper. He released her neck to take the belt.

  “Put your wrists together,” he said. Irina started to slip her hands behind her back, but Jasper stopped her. “No, in front.”

  The belt was looped around her wrists until the buckle and holes aligned. It wasn’t tight, it wasn’t even secure. But it wasn’t really about that, and the symbolism was powerful.

  “Arms up, on your head.”

  Irina raised her arms, resting her bound wrists on top of her head. This left her torso bare and defenseless. A point shoved home by Eli’s sudden pinching of her nipple. Irina gasped and hunched forward.

  “What?” Jasper asked.

  “He pinched me. Hard.”

  “And did you like it?” Jasper asked.

  Irina didn’t answer, not wanting to reveal that she had liked it. They were her trinity, her husbands, yet she was having trouble bringing down her walls. She was afraid.

  Eli grasped her nipple and twisted slightly, wringing a small cry from her. Her pussy clenched in reaction, and she tried to close her knees. Jasper’s leg between hers prevented the move.

  “She likes it,” Eli said. “I want to check.”

  Jasper guided Eli’s hand from her breast down her belly to her spread thighs. Ten fingers slipped between her legs, over her swollen, wet labia. Irina shuddered, overwhelmed. There were fingers on the outside of her sex, fingers spreading her open, fingers searching for her clit, and two fingers sliding down, searching for her entrance.

  Her highly sensitized body, which hadn’t yet come down from the adrenaline high of the fight, reacted as if the foreplay had been going on for hours instead of minutes. Her pussy clenched, her teeth gritted, and she rocketed perilously close to coming as fingertips massaged and rubbed her clit.

  “Fuck her,” Eli demanded in the bass rumble that did nothing to lessen her arousal. “I want to watch you fuck her.”

  Jasper bent her over, pushing her down so her head lay on Eli’s chest. Irina started to shift, to lift herself up, but they were there, anticipating the move. Eli raised his free hand, the one not buried in her pussy, and reached for her bound hands. Jasper reached out to help him. Eli grabbed the belt, dragging it across his body and pinning her hands on the far side of the mattress.

  Jasper slid his hand from her pussy and spread her legs. She could feel his cock, resting hot and hard on her ass. His fingers feathered along her hip. Irina buried her face against Eli, breathing in his scent. She couldn’t stop herself from moving against his fingers as she waited for Jasper to thrust into her, to fill the aching need that sat molten hot at her core.

  “What do you want, Eli?” Jasper’s voice was ragged.

  “Fuck her,” Eli demanded.

  “And then?”

  “I’ll eat her out.”

  The crude phrasing sent a wave of arousal through Irina as her mind’s eye painted an image of her sprawled on the bed, Jasper twisting her nipples as Eli licked her clit. Her pussy clenched.

  “Then?” Jasper’s fingers once more joined Eli’s at her pussy, but now he was coming at it from the back rather than the front. He toyed with the entrance to her body, stroking and pressing, then wiggling one of his fingers in, adding them to the two fingertips Eli already had in her.

  “Then I’ll fuck her pussy and you fuck her mouth.”

  “Then?”

  “I’ll fuck her ass, while you lick her pussy.”

  Irina gasped and whimpered against Eli’s stomach, aroused and terrified all at once. Or maybe she was terrified by how aroused she was.

  “Then?” Jasper demanded, his voice a prod, driving them all deeper into this dark sexual world that Eli’s words were painting.

  “I lick her pussy while you suck my cock.” Eli’s voice was stronger, his words more lucid.

  Irina felt Jasper still, and realized this was the first time Eli had mentioned directly touching Jasper, or vice versa.

  “Then?”

  “I’ll fuck you while licking her.”

  “Then?”

  “Stop!” Irina cried. She couldn’t wait anymore. “Fuck me, please.”

  Jasper’s weight shifted the mattress under her knees, and Irina sobbed in happy anticipation.

  Cold air washed over her as Jasper slid off the bed. Irina raised her head, looking around frantically. She tried to rise, but Eli still held her wrists, keeping her pinned across his body.

  “Jasper?”

  “It wouldn’t be fair to do anything more without him.” Jasper was standing at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips. His shoulders were hunched, and his cock was thick, hard, and glistening. Irina had never considered cocks particularly attractive, but the sight of Jasper’s made her mouth water. She wanted him in her mouth, her pussy.

  “Please,” she whimpered. “He’s right here.”

  Eli’s fingers slid over her clit, and Irina stopped talking, focusing.

  “I don’t want to fuck up our relationship with him any more than we already have.” Jasper pulled on the sweats he’d been wearing, wincing.

  “Fuck her,” Eli said again.

  Jasper came around to Eli’s side of the bed. He bent and kissed him. Irina twisted her head to watch. A shudder of fresh arousal rocked through her.

  Jasper broke the kiss, rested his head against Eli’s. “I hope you don’t hate us in the morning.”

  Eli frowned. “You’re mine. That’s all that matters.” His hand clenched in Irina’s pussy, fingers pressing deeper into her, thumb dragging over her clit. “Mine.”

  Irina shuddered and thrashed.

  “You’re right. But you need to rest, and frankly, I don’t think your body is up to this.”

  Eli frowned, lifting his head to look over Irina at his crotch. There was no telltale bulge in his pants. “Well damn.”

  “We should wait, until we can all…participate,” Jasper said.

  Irina took a fold of Eli’s shirt in her mouth and bit down to hold back the begging that was waiting on her tongue. Jasper, damn him, was right.

  Jasper detangled Eli’s fingers from her bindings then helped her roll off Eli, onto her back beside him. Irina closed her eyes and tried to calm her body. They were done. They were stopping.

  “I’m not done with you.” Eli’s voice was a growl in her ear.

  Irina tensed, eyes snapping open.

  “Jasper,” Eli said.

  They must have used some secret boy telepathic connection to have a conversation Irina wasn’t privy to, because Jasper lay on her other side, tight against her—the queen bed wasn’t big enough for the three of them. He took her wrists and unbuckled the belt. Irina expected him to unwind the quasi-bindings, but instead he forced her arms over her head and looped the belt through the rungs of the shaker-style headboard. He wound the belt not only around her wrists, but between them, turning the loose symbolic ties into functional bindings.

  “What are you doing?” Irina arched and twisted.

  Beside her, Eli chuckled. He rolled on his side to face her then dropped his arm onto her belly, hand sliding toward her pussy. Irina clenched her knees together and
twisted her hips.

  “Stop,” Eli growled. “Spread your legs. I want your pussy.”

  Irina could have sobbed from arousal and frustration. Yet she spread her legs, wanting, needing to have him, to have both of them, touch and own her. This was the hottest, sexiest thing that had ever happened to her. Perversely, the frustration was making her even hotter.

  Eli settled his hand on her pussy, wiggling his fingers until her labia were being held open by three thick fingers, his middle finger lying tight across the top of her clit. Eli closed his eyes, apparently happy and relaxed.

  Jasper adjusted his pillow, scooting down the bed until his head was level with her breasts. He draped his arm across her abdomen, his forearm lying alongside Eli’s. He settled his hand on her breast, middle and index finger on either side of her nipple. He squeezed and plucked. It was an idle, lazy motion.

  Jasper closed his eyes.

  Irina lay tense and tight, ready and waiting for the next move, for the touch that would send her over the edge into orgasm. Seconds built to a minute, a minute into two. Her husbands’ breaths evened out, falling into a deep rhythm of sleep.

  “Oh you have got to be kidding me.” But she whispered it, unwilling to wake them. Irina closed her eyes and prepared for a long night.

  “Jasper, wake up, I have to pee.”

  Jasper opened one eye. A lovely breast, topped with a rosy nipple, waited to greet him. He flexed his hand, feeling a second breast under his palm. The nipple trapped between his fingers tightened in response to the movement. Jasper plucked it idly as he yawned.

  “Ohhh, Jasper…”

  Irina’s body arched into a taut bow, her breast lifting into his hand. Jasper shifted his gaze lower. Eli’s hand still cupped her pussy, and based on the way her hips where moving, she was doing her best to either fuck herself on his fingers or get off by rubbing her clit against him.

  He twisted her nipple, watched her shudder in reaction.

  “Have you been aroused this whole time?” he asked.

  “Please,” she pleaded.

  “Please what?” Eli rumbled. He propped himself up on one elbow, gaze roaming over both Irina’s naked body and Jasper’s bare chest.

  Eli’s hand moved against Irina’s pussy. Her teeth clenched in reaction and she moaned. Jasper cupped her breast, squeezing the base and offering it to Eli.