It Takes Three to Fly [Sweet Serenity 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Mia Ashlinn

  He didn’t care whether or not Shane followed him—not right now. He needed to feel Katie-Anne in his arms. He needed his lips on hers. The past month had been too hard on him, and he was too starved for her.

  Landon crossed the yard, his strides long and harsh. She jostled up and down over his shoulder but didn’t make a peep. He held her tight to him, keeping her safe and secure in his arms.

  Her dress had ridden up, giving his hungry hands a chance to touch the longest, prettiest legs he’d ever seen. “Why are you wearing a short skirt in the middle of winter?” Landon asked with a growl. Only Katie-Anne. “You have to be freezing, kitten.”

  “Not now,” she croaked, clenching her legs together as though hiding the moisture he knew had to be there.

  Landon wasn’t cold either. His body felt ablaze, his skin so tight he felt as though he would burst out of it at any second. Tearing into the heated barn, Landon made his way to the bedroom adjacent to the office then burst into the room and flung her on the bed, following her down and covering her body with his. “That’s better.”

  “Um, Landon…”

  “Not now. Just not now.” That was all Landon said before he smashed their lips together, his mouth ravaging hers. He wanted for the kiss to be perfect, to be memorable. But the time for that had passed.

  Fevered desperation gripped Landon’s body the moment their lips met, and he went insane. At first, she held still, not letting his demanding tongue inside her mouth. Then, when he least expected it, she moaned and opened her lips. Landon dove inside the heated cavern, his tongue tangling with hers. His mouth danced over hers, and she softened her lips against his as she wound her arms around his neck.

  She played with the hair at the base of his neck, her tiny fingers winding the short strands around and around. Shifting beneath him, she rubbed her entire body against his, and he groaned loudly. The deep, desire-filled sound masked the noise of boots against the floor as Shane joined them.

  Landon slid his hands down her sides then pushed them up underneath the sweater she wore. She wriggled with a moan, granting him better access. He glided his hands up the side of her ribcage to the outer edge of her satiny mounds. They seemed larger, more swollen in his hands. But it could have been his imagination.

  Jerking his mouth from hers, Landon groaned, “God, I’ve missed you.”

  She looked up at him, her eyes looking dazed, and smiled sweetly. “I—”

  “Well, look at what we have here,” Shane interrupted whatever she’d been about to say, pissing Landon off royally. “My best friend and my wife in bed together.”

  Katie-Anne gasped. Blinking up at Landon in confusion, she spoke to Shane across the room. “I’m not your wife any longer.”

  Holy fuck. This is going to get ugly. Landon rolled off of her, sitting up and facing the man who was about to blow the socks off their woman. He’d be lucky if he didn’t end up smack in the middle of the crossfire that would inevitably erupt.

  Reaching out and taking her hand, Landon helped Katie-Anne sit up. Instead of moving, she remained where she was, next to him.

  Shane stood by the door with his body reclining lazily against the wall and his feet crossed at his ankles. He looked far too calm, far too relaxed. That wasn’t going to last long.

  “Are you sure about that?” Shane inquired, his question sounding as though he was leading her somewhere. Of course, he was about to lead her somewhere. She just didn’t know it yet.

  Katie-Anne cautiously watched Shane who eyed her. The two seemed to be at a complete stand-off, which had Landon’s heart rate increasing. This is not good. Not good, at all.

  Katie-Anne ended up caving first and snapped, “I’m sure. When you signed those legal papers, it dissolved the marriage.”

  Shane grinned condescendingly, his face so arrogant that even Landon wanted to slug him. “Who said I signed those stupid things?”

  Landon shot his hands out to stop her from launching herself at Shane, but she was off the bed before he had a chance. She rushed toward Shane aggressively. “You better have signed them, asshole.”

  “Or what, little one?” Shane asked, sounding completely unaffected by her antagonism. “Are you going to punish me? Are you going to leave again? What are you going to do? Because the way I see it, you are stuck with me until I decide to sign them or until a judge will grant you a contested divorce.”

  Shane smiled arrogantly, looking down at Katie-Anne who looked volatile enough to kill him just so she didn’t have to look at him. “Don’t forget, Judge Caldwell collects cars, and we are his favorite mechanics.”

  Katie-Anne gasped. “You wouldn’t.” The shock on her face and in her voice was priceless.

  “Oh, but I would,” Shane disagreed. “I have fucked up many times. And, hell, I may not even like you or your lifestyle half the time. But you are mine, Goddamn it. And I won’t give you up without one hell of a fight.”

  “Aw,” Katie-Anne sneered, “how sweet. I don’t like you, but you belong to me.” She snorted. “Fuck you. I belong to no one.”

  “Bullshit,” Landon growled, responding for the first time since Shane had entered the picture. He jumped off the bed and stormed across the room, trapping her body between his and Shane’s. “You’re mine. Damn it, you’re ours—even if the bonehead said it in the stupidest way possible.”

  “Hey,” Shane grumbled. “It came out wrong, asshole.”

  “Can’t we discuss this later?” Landon asked, staring pointedly at Katie-Anne. “We have more important things to discuss than your less than appealing declaration of ownership.”

  Shane flipped Landon off, but he ignored him. He was otherwise occupied with Katie-Anne who had started to squirm between them, obviously trying to get away. Like either of them would allow that to happen.

  Landon put his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and ground his hard dick against her backside. “Kitten, keep that up, and we’ll show you who owns that delectable body of yours.”

  Katie-Anne glanced over her shoulder at him and bit her bottom lip without uttering a word. She didn’t stop her movements in the slightest. In fact, she seemed to be swaying and shimmying now, instead of squirming. I think someone wants to be fucked and possessed. Oh, kitten, I have you.

  Landon dropped his head to the curve of her neck, nuzzling the soft skin there. He smelled a hint of the perfume she always wore. It was subtle but still there. “I think you want us to own you.” He licked her salty flesh in a single lash then slithered his tongue upward to her ear. “I think it turns you on.”

  She shook her head feebly, but her body trembled between theirs, proving his point without words. “No,” she sighed.

  “Yes,” Shane agreed as he cupped her face in his hands. “You want us to own you.”

  She jerked her head side to side again, fighting against Shane’s hold. “No.”

  Landon nibbled on her ear. He started at the lobe before sweeping up the curve then back down again. “Just like you own us.”

  “No,” Katie-Anne moaned, her body deflating between theirs. “I don’t own you.”

  She sounded so sad that it nearly broke Landon’s heart. She really had no clue what kind of hold she had on him and Shane. They’d pissed around for years, and Shane was right. They’d fucked up—more than once. But, surely, she couldn’t be that oblivious. Even when they’d fought their feelings and desires, they hadn’t been able to stay away from her long.

  “Kitten,” Landon whispered into her ear. “You own us in more ways than you’ll ever know.” He kissed his way down her jaw, heading straight for her neck. “But I plan to show you for the rest of our lives.”

  Katie-Anne cocked her head to the side and gave him perfect access to her neck, which he took advantage of. He kissed the swanlike slope softly then bit into it mercilessly without warning her.

  “No,” she keened as her body jerked. She panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly against Shane’s chest. “You can’t. I can�
�t. We can’t.”

  Shane chuckled darkly. “Yes. I can, you can, and we will.” Then he kissed her, cutting off whatever response she would have made.

  Leaving his lips against her neck, Landon brought his hand up and tangled it in the lengthy, silken strands of her hair. With a tug, he pulled her head back, tearing her lips from Shane’s, until his lips could come down and meet hers.

  Landon kissed her ravenously before releasing her lips. And, using his hold on her hair, he urged her head back toward Shane’s for another kiss from him.

  Shane groaned, taking her lips once again. With a sigh, Katie-Anne put her hands onto Shane’s chest. She grabbed the fabric at the hem of his sweater in her hands and yanked his sweater up, but Landon stopped her, refusing to release her from Shane’s kiss.

  Landon’s clench on her hair tightened, and he growled, “Not yet.” Then he caught the hem of her blouse in one hand and jerked it up as far as he could. Shane snagged the other side of her sweater, helping him pull it up. The two of them worked, perfectly in sync, to get the sweater to the point where she had to remove her arms from the sleeves.

  “Arms up,” Landon ordered.

  Katie-Anne complied instantly without comment or complaint. Landon tugged her hair, forcing her lips from Shane’s so they could tug the shirt over her head. The moment her shirt hit the floor, he spun her around. “Strip,” he growled.

  Landon caught a glimpse of hesitation in her eyes but he, also, saw the desire swirling there as she fought her need to submit. Ms. Control had a submissive streak that most people never suspected. Only he had, and he planned to tap into it—as soon as he could.

  After her moment of doubt seemed to pass, she stepped to the side and turned to face them. For the first time, Landon saw the bra she’d chosen to don, and he groaned. “A cupless bra?”

  “Fuck,” Shane groaned.

  “Um,” she muttered shyly, “I need the support, but the lacy cups rasp against my nipples. It isn’t very comfortable.”

  “Kitten, feel free to throw out every lace bra you own,” Landon told her, pointing at her beautiful breasts. “That is fucking hot.”

  She smiled at them then reached for the side zipper of her skirt. With trembling hands, she lowered the zipper clumsily, moving way too slowly.

  Obviously reading his mind, Shane snapped, “Faster.”

  “Okay,” she murmured with a little annoyance and a lot of satisfaction, “Sir.”

  Shane chuckled darkly. “I like the sound of that coming from your mouth, little one. Now, get your skirt off. You’re testing my patience.”

  She nodded then pushed the fabric over her hips and slithered it down her legs. Stepping out of her skirt, she dropped her hands to her sides and stood before them like the sex goddess she was.

  Landon’s cock throbbed as he ogled his woman from head-to-toe. The lacy shelf bra pushed her breasts up, drawing attention to the rosy tips standing at attention. Her barely there panties and sexy-as-hell garter belt gave way to black thigh high stockings and too-tall stilettos. This woman was perfect in every way.

  When neither he nor Shane said anything, Katie-Anne flushed an adorable shade of pink and lowered an arm to shield her breasts from their gazes.

  Shane, apparently, didn’t like that. He clamped his hand around her arm, his hold appearing to be stern but not painful. “Never cover yourself in front of us or we’ll tie your hands behind your back and take you for a walk in the park,” he warned. “You’re gorgeous.”

  “W–w–well,” she stammered. “I’ve gained a little weight since before. I j–just eat more when I’m upset s–s–so my diet has fallen to the wayside lately.”

  “And?” Landon asked. “Kitten, you look better than you ever have before. We adore your body just the way it is.”

  Her mouth formed a perfect O, reminding him of how her soft, peach lips looked wrapped around his dick as she took him all the way to the back of her throat and practically swallowed him whole. He had nearly died from the ecstasy racing through his veins on its direct path to his ready-to-explode cock. The woman knew how to give one hell of a blow job. And he was ready for another one right now.

  Landon’s erection ached with the need to feel her sucking him, milking every ounce of cum from his body and filling her own body with it. He groaned. “Don’t do that, Katie-Anne. My control is hanging by a thread.”

  “Good,” she replied with a spark of her old sass.

  “Mine is shot to hell,” Shane remarked gruffly. “Remove your panties and bra but leave on everything else.”

  “Don’t you dare take anything off, Katie-Anne Blakemore.”

  Chapter 9

  Katie-Anne wanted to scream, and she wanted to cry. She wanted to beg, and she wanted to plead. But, she couldn’t decide what she wanted to do more when she spotted Jaycee and Shannon in the doorway of the bedroom Gray had built in the barn for him and Cade when they needed to work off a little steam.

  This is a good thing. They stopped me from doing something stupid. Right?

  Katie-Anne, mentally, rolled her eyes. Jaycee and Shannon had fucked up everything, and she wasn’t happy about it—even though she should be.

  Landon and Shane both turned, blocking her from her friend’s’ view. Katie-Anne stooped down and picked up her clothing then redressed herself. “Hi, girls,” she murmured before she stepped around the men. Breathing deeply, she strolled toward the door like she had no cares in the world. “You have perfect timing.”

  “Fuck that. Their timing sucks,” Landon grumbled.

  She nearly smiled at his male petulance but managed to tamp it down. They didn’t need to know how much she agreed with him. It was better that she kept her legs closed for the time being.

  If only I can remember that when they touch me. And, fuck, when they tell me what to do. She couldn’t finish that thought. It would be detrimental to her highly aroused pussy. Just the mere thought of being ordered to do anything by Shane and Landon had her panties dampening all over again.

  She’d always loved to be dominated in the bedroom, but if those two went all Dom on her, she would be fucked—in every way possible. I would love every minute of it.

  Katie-Anne shoved herself in between her two friends and looped one arm around each of them. “Let’s go back up to the house,” she suggested with a serene smile. Or at least she hoped it was tranquil. Right now, she wasn’t sure of anything, except that she had to get out of here before she begged them to do something they would all regret later. “I am thirsty. I think another glass of milk would taste good.”

  Everyone in the room stared at her like an alien had invaded her body. Disregarding their stares, she guided her friends out of the room without another word to Shane and Landon. She could hear the two men cursing as she left.

  “That little incident won’t change our dare,” Jaycee told her with a smug smile as they stepped out of the barn and into the night. “I think it just upped the ante.”

  “Bitch,” Katie-Anne sneered, but it was halfhearted. She, unfortunately, wanted to stay now. She couldn’t explain it, and she didn’t want to. But something had changed in that room. She just didn’t know what. As soon as she did, she would reassess the situation.

  It looked as though her dare might be a blessing in disguise. She hoped.

  * * * *

  The following morning, Katie-Anne, Jaycee, Shannon, and Landon’s foster sister, Sarah Matthews, entered the only adult store in town, The G Spot. As soon as the doorbell jingled, the owner, Ella Dawson appeared from the storeroom. She lit up, her face going from pretty to downright gorgeous. The tall woman had more curves than most women around here, and she worked it well.

  Ella had been a plus-size model in New York City before she moved back to her hometown a year or two ago amidst a major scandal. She rarely talked about those days with anybody, not even Shannon, who she’d become increasingly close to over the last couple of months, or Sarah, who was her next door neighbor in one of Serenity’s qu
aintest apartment buildings. And, despite Ella’s evolution into their inner circle, she had left Jaycee and Katie-Anne in the dark as well. Although, Katie-Anne recognized that, at this point, she and Ella were the least close in the bunch due to her extended trip. Like the distance between the two of us will last.

  Katie-Anne had always liked Ella. She was one of those contagious people who no one could help but gravitate toward—even if they wanted to. Not that anyone did. Between her wild child antics and amazing sense of humor, she was beloved to pretty much everyone who knew her. The fact that Katie-Anne respected the hell out of the vivacious woman cemented her new status in the group of girls. At least from where Katie-Anne stood.

  Ella did what she wanted. She said what she wanted. And she didn’t give a fuck what anybody thought about it. That alone made her priceless.

  Flipping her wavy brown hair over her shoulder, Ella greeted them, “Hey guys! Are you here to check out all the goodies Shannon and I ordered for her honeymoon?” She wiggled her eyebrows audaciously. “The triplets are going to just die.”

  Shannon laughed. “I don’t want them dead, Ella. I want them horny.”

  “No worries about that,” Ella replied with a bold smile. “They are going to jump your bones until you beg them to stop.”

  Jaycee snorted. “That’ll be the day.”

  Laughing, Ella agreed, “So true, Jaycee. She has years to make up for, and everyone knows about this one.”

  “Ah,” Shannon exclaimed indignantly but then shrugged. “Yeah, that’s me. I’m a total pervert.”

  “Pervert, shmervert, Shannon,” Ella said. “We all have a little bad girl in us. Now, come on. I cannot wait for you to see this stuff.” She grabbed Shannon’s hand and dragged her toward the back of the store. “I might have ordered a little extra something-something for you.”

  Jaycee followed Shannon and Ella, but Katie-Anne stayed back with Sarah. She wanted to have a few minutes of peace before the wedding craziness resumed. Plus, she wanted to gossip. Over the last few months, she’d found herself growing closer to Sarah. They had more in common than she’d ever thought.