Fiery Surrender (Trinity Masters Book 11)

by Mari Carr

  “Ready for me?” he asked softly.

  “Fuck me,” she demanded.

  Rich grabbed her ankles and yanked her even farther down the bed, until her ass was almost at the edge, her feet dangling. He knelt on the floor and examined her pussy, opening her with his thumbs, casually brushing her clit.

  She moaned, not sure if she wanted to protest—she was still sensitive from the orgasm with Langston—or beg for more.

  Rich rose at the sound of the bathroom door opening, one hand continuing his casual exploration of her pussy as he spoke to Langston.

  And damn it, that was hot, too. He was just going to casually talk to their third as he started to fuck her with two—no, three—fingers.

  “Pile up the pillows and sit on the bed. You need to be leaning back at about a forty-five-degree angle.”

  She felt the bed dip and tipped her head back, watching upside down as Langston threw the pillows into a pile and scrambled onto the bed. The fact that he’d just come didn’t seem to diminish his enthusiasm.

  Rich pulled his fingers from her pussy, and she made a sound of protest at the loss.

  “Grab her and hold her against your chest. Use your legs to hold hers open so I have easy access to her pussy.”

  “Hell, yeah,” Langston drawled. She’d noticed earlier his southern accent was thicker when he was drunk, but it was even more pronounced when he was aroused.

  Hands hooked in her armpits, and then Langston was hauling her up the bed. She gasped as she felt his cock between her shoulder blades, back, finally resting at the top of her ass as he settled her against him. The back of her head was in the crook of his neck, her rear end a few inches off the mattress.

  Langston’s legs were between hers, and when he bent his knees and heel-toe walked his feet apart, her legs were spread wide, her pussy lips parting, her body open and exposed. No part of her touched the bed; she was suspended on Langston, his hard, hot body cradling and restraining her.

  His hands settled over her breasts, nipples against his palms. She moaned then, turning her head to watch as Rich rolled a condom onto his own cock.

  “I wanted to do that,” she murmured.

  “Next time,” Rich’s voice wavered, and his hands weren’t steady. He was at the edge of his own control. Good. She wanted to see him lose that control. To succumb to pleasure.

  Langston released her breasts. “Raise your hands for me, sweetheart. Put your hands on my head.”

  She did, brushing one cheek with her fingers before sliding her hands between the back of his head and the pillow. His hair was short on the sides and back, tightly curled on the top where it was longer. Not enough to grab the way she had with Rich’s hair.

  Langston once more cupped her breasts, and with his hands there, she wouldn’t be able to lower her arms very far.

  Rich cursed as he finally finished getting the condom on, then knee-walked to the center of the bed, between their spread legs.

  Langston slid his hands down her belly, pinching her labia and spreading them wide.

  Rich stared down at her pussy. “Beautiful.”

  “She feels good,” Langston murmured. He released her, his hands traveling back to her breasts, leaving damp trails on her skin as his fingers, wet from her pussy, slid over her.

  “Mina, can you come again?” Rich asked.

  “I don’t think so, not a big one.” If it wasn’t for her burning desire to feel Rich’s cock inside her, she would have flopped down on the bed from exhaustion. “But I can orgasm, little ones, from penetration.”

  Rich nodded and looked at Langston. “Keep her nipples hard?”

  “My pleasure.” Langston’s lips brushed her temple, her cheek, even as he pinched and twisted the tips of her breasts.

  Dichotomy of hard and soft, sweet pain and tenderness, made her throat tight. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the physical while ignoring the emotional impact of Langston’s touch. That effort was helped when Rich’s hands brushed her inner thighs, thumbs swiping over her wet labia.

  He thumbed her clit once more, then shifted forward. Instead of planting his hands against the mattress or pillows, he reached out, grabbing the headboard. She opened her eyes, staring up at his throat, the underside of his jaw. She raised her head and licked him, then blew over the wet flesh.

  Rich shivered, and Mina smiled. “Fuck me, Rich.”

  It was a command, a plea, and it was as if her words shattered the last of his self-control.

  His cock bumped against her belly, and he cursed, reaching down with one hand to angle the tip toward her sex. The wide head of his cock brushed over her clit as it slid down the valley of her pussy.

  He tucked the head into her entrance, and she’d been right, he was thick. If not for Langston fucking her first, and the orgasm Rich had given her through oral, she would have been worried about taking him.

  Instead, she wanted it. She wanted him to fuck her, open her, penetrate her.

  “Jesus, Mina,” Langston growled in her ear, his fingers rolling her nipples.

  “Did I say that out loud?”

  “Mmm-hmmm.”

  “I can’t wait to do just that,” Rich panted.

  “Then don’t,” Langston growled. “Fuck her. Fuck her hard.”

  Rich surged into her pussy in one quick, almost violent thrust. Mina shrieked as his thick cock tunneled inside her. She dug her nails into the back of Langston’s head, her body bending until she was suspended between.

  Rich withdrew and then surged in again, his jaw tight. Mina reared up and nipped his chin. Langston pulled her nipples, letting them slide between his fingers. Her pussy clenched in response, and Rich must have felt it because he moaned and thrust in again.

  He was going slow, holding himself tight inside her for a moment before withdrawing again. It was maddening.

  “Make him hurry up,” Mina begged Langston.

  “Why? I like watching his cock slide in and out of your pussy,” Langston rasped in her ear.

  Mina raised her head enough to look down, to see what Langston was watching. Rich’s hard cock emerged from her pussy, the condom glistening, and then surged in again.

  A bolt of pleasure made her body tight, and she dropped her head.

  “Go faster,” she begged. “Go faster and I’ll come.”

  Rich bent his head, nipped her lower lip with his teeth, then adjusted his hold on the headboard, braced his knees, and started to fuck her hard and fast.

  Mina hissed in pleasure, each muscle in her body tightening bit by bit as an orgasm built deep inside her. This angle meant every so often, the broad head of Rich’s cock hit her G-spot. With the physical stimulus of Rich’s cock in her pussy, Langston at her back holding her open and toying with her breasts, she was going to come again. But this didn’t feel like any orgasm she’d ever experienced before. Because it wasn’t just her body that was ravished, overwhelmed.

  Mina felt things she’d never felt before. Her heart raced—from exertion, from excitement and from…God…she didn’t want to acknowledge the last. It wasn’t love. It was too soon for that. But damn if it didn’t feel like something that could definitely blossom into that emotion.

  She started to pant, her breath occasionally catching and holding as a particularly hard thrust or tight twist of her nipples made her tense.

  “Close, close,” she panted.

  “This is so hot,” Langston murmured.

  “Mina,” Rich groaned, a wealth of feeling in her name.

  Langston switched from twisting and pulling, to stroking the very tip of each nipple with the sides of his thumbs.

  In that moment, Rich thrust in deep at the same time her pussy clenched, and together, all those stimuli pushed her over the edge. Mina screamed, lost in sensation, throwing her head back against Langston’s shoulder, then rearing up to nip Rich’s neck.

  He cursed, thrust in hard once, twice, a third time, and then he groaned in pleasure. Mina watched the play of muscles in his jaw,
visible despite the beard.

  “Bite him,” she whispered to Rich.

  He let go of the headboard, chest dropped down onto hers as his cock twitched inside her. She felt the brush of Rich’s beard on the top of her shoulder and then heard Langston’s gasp as Rich’s teeth found his shoulder.

  A moment later, Rich went limp on top of her. Mina lay squished between them, shaking and shivering in reaction to the orgasm.

  She and Rich were both spent, and Langston, despite it being his first ménage, did exactly the right thing. He grabbed Rich’s shoulders, easing him off Mina and forcing him to roll to the side. She moaned when Rich’s cock slid out of her.

  Langston’s fingers brushed gently over her pussy, as if he wanted to feel what Rich had done to her. She whimpered because now, even that gentle sensation was too much.

  “Shhh, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

  Langston helped her close her legs and then rolled her onto her side so she was up against Rich. Mina lay her cheek on Rich’s shoulder. She was sweaty and starting to get cold, but too tired to do anything about it.

  “That was…” Langston said softly. “I…”

  “Langston?” she murmured.

  “Yes?”

  “Crawl in and pull the covers over us.”

  She heard a soft, relieved sigh, and behind her the mattress dipped. A moment later, the heavy duvet covered them. The fabric was cold, and she shivered, but then Langston’s warm body pressed up against her back.

  Mina smiled against Rich’s shoulder and slipped into sleep.

  Chapter Ten

  A wet bikini top could be thrown a surprising distance if the strings were tucked in. Rich watched in satisfaction as the top half of Mina’s bikini landed in the tall shrub that bordered the backyard.

  Mina, standing waist-deep in the water, crossed her arms under her now-bare breasts. “Really?”

  Rich grinned and pushed back, until he was treading water in the deeper end of the long rectangular pool.

  Mina followed him, jumping when she was in range. She planted her hands on his shoulders and pushed him under.

  Rich sank into the clear, cool water. Grabbing Mina, he dragged her down with him. He’d planned to kiss her, but when she thrashed, he settled for kissing the tip of each breast, her nipples tight in the chilly water, before releasing her.

  He surfaced a moment later, shoving his wet hair off his forehead. Mina had swum to the side, holding on with one hand, her body shoulder-deep in the water.

  “Are you going to go get my top?” she asked haughtily as he swam up next to her.

  “No. I like looking at your tits.”

  “If my boobs get sunburned…”

  Rich reached out through the water, covering her breasts with his palms. “I’ll protect you.”

  “You’re an idiot,” she said, but she was smiling.

  Rich wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her in for a soft kiss. She tasted like salt—it was a saltwater pool—and Mina. It was a flavor he was familiar with after the past forty-eight hours.

  When they broke apart, Mina’s gaze slid to the terrace where they’d eaten dinner that first night. Langston sat in the shade created by the second-floor balcony. He had on a pair of speedo-style swim trunks and a T-shirt. None of them had brought swimsuits—they’d packed for Boston—but the villa had a stash of swim gear. Rich was wearing tighty-whitey-style trunks, which he’d hated, at least until he saw the way Mina eyed his dick.

  “What do you think he’s thinking about?” Mina asked.

  The past two days had been glorious. Cicely kept them well stocked in food and wine, but also gave them plenty of privacy. If this had actually been a honeymoon, it would have been damn-near perfect.

  Except this wasn’t a honeymoon, and since late last night—after another round of mind-blowing sex—Langston had started to withdraw.

  The smiling, carefree, up-for-anything, not-afraid-of-bombs guy had been replaced by a brooding, silent man who would smile when they talked to him, respond if asked a direct question, but then he always slipped back into heavy silence.

  “Guilt,” Rich said. “He’s feeling guilty.”

  “Because he’s planning to dump us.” Mina dunked her head under, slicking her hair back as she surfaced. “We should tell him that we know, that we’ll help him do it the right way.”

  Rich grunted. The thing was, he was starting to like Langston, not just feel for him. He was funny and wickedly smart, though that wasn’t apparent when he’d first met him. Jesus, that had been the last thing Rich had thought about him. Langston had also loosened up in the bedroom, becoming less hesitant and more aggressive, though they’d kept everything focused on Mina.

  “This isn’t going to last,” Mina added, and Rich wasn’t sure if she was talking to him or to herself.

  “This is his decision, and he needs to wrestle with it,” Rich said. Though he felt for the guy, he wasn’t going to waste time trying to make Langston feel better about his choices. His uncle always used to say, “We’re free to choose our path, but we have to live with the consequences of that choice.”

  Or—wait—was that something he’d read in Stephen Covey’s Seven Habits of Highly Effective People?

  Fuck if he could remember.

  He floated on his back for a moment, looking at the crystal-clear sky. If anyone had asked him a week ago, he would have said there wasn’t a more beautiful place on Earth than his ranch outside Dallas. It sat next to a large lake, and with its rolling gold and green hills and breathtaking view, he figured it was about as close to heaven as a man could get. Now, he’d found paradise again on the other side of the world.

  Though he wasn’t completely sure if that was because of where he was or who he was with.

  Rich grinned as he thought about his home. He couldn’t wait to take Mina and Langston there.

  Then, his smile faded.

  He wasn’t going to take them there. His home wasn’t going to be theirs.

  Rich didn’t regret pushing for the three of them to have sex. All the solid, logical reasons he’d had two days ago still applied, though they weren’t quite as solid, or logical, in the sober light of day as they had been when his dick had been in charge.

  Either way, it was increasingly obvious that if they weren’t very careful, feelings were going to get involved. Though there’d been plenty of fucking and intimacy, their conversations had remained light, without as much sharing as had happened at that first five-bottle dinner.

  “You’re punishing him?” Mina’s tone made it clear she didn’t like that idea.

  “No, I’m giving him space.”

  “But I thought we were going to coach him on what to say to the Grand Master at the marriage ceremony?”

  “We are.”

  Mina’s eyes narrowed, and she started to swim backwards away from him. “You just want to keep having sex.”

  Rich followed her to the shallow end. “It’s our civic duty to teach him how to be in a ménage.”

  “Civic duty…” Mina rolled her eyes, snatching her sunglasses off the side of the pool and putting them on before taking a seat on the steps, her bare breasts wet and lovely.

  Rich was momentarily distracted, but when Mina called out, “Langston?” he forced himself to focus.

  Langston looked over and offered a weak smile. His expression was distant, faraway.

  Mina crooked her finger.

  Langston heaved himself up from the table and came to sit on the edge of the pool beside her, his feet in the water. “What happened to your top? Not that I mind the view.”

  Mina pointed to the shrubs, where her bikini top was a white speck against the green. “Rich stole it and then threw it in a bush.”

  Langston looked at him. Rich knelt in the shallow end, at the foot of the pool steps. His cock was semihard, thanks to Mina, and if they were going to have a serious conversation, he needed to keep his dick underwater where the chill would help him get himself under co
ntrol.

  “Nice.” Langston held out his fist.

  Rich grinned and bumped it with his own.

  Mina cleared her throat and crossed her arms, this time hiding her breasts. Rich suppressed a sigh. Once they had this conversation, things would change and that bothered him. There was something special, almost magical about this place, and the time they had here. This conversation would bring reality crashing in, and he would prefer to put that off for a bit.

  “Langston, you’ve been quiet.” Mina’s voice was soft. “I know we don’t know each other well—”

  Rich snorted, and she shot him a glare.

  “—so I might be wrong, but it seems like there’s something on your mind.”

  “I’m sorry, to both of you. I’ve just been…”

  “Worried?” Mina asked.

  “Yes.” Langston sighed and circled his feet in the water, watching the ripples rather than looking at either of them.

  Okay, Mina was right. They should tell him they knew he didn’t want to stay married, and they were planning to help break the union. Poor guy. It looked like guilt was eating him alive.

  Mina glanced at Rich, then back to Langston. “I think we know what you’re worried about. Why don’t we get dressed—”

  “Wait, what?” Langston’s feet stopped moving, and he glanced at Mina, brows furrowed. “You’re wondering about the battery and the adhesive, too?”

  Mina opened her mouth, then closed it.

  It took Rich’s brain a moment to switch gears. “Battery? Are you talking about the bomb?”

  “Yes.” Langston’s face dropped back into that worried expression.

  “What do you mean, you’re worried about a bomb?” Mina’s voice was no longer soft. She sounded like she was cross-examining a witness.

  “The battery in the bomb here had the packaging stripped off. That’s fairly standard because one of the best ways to identify a bomb maker is to track how they sourced their parts.”

  “Give me your shirt,” Mina demanded. “I’m not having this conversation with my boobs hanging out.”