by Marie Carnay
Trent licked his lips and Holly shuddered. “I don’t think you should discount it just because it’s out of your comfort zone.”
Holly pushed back from the table and stood up. She couldn’t concentrate with both of them staring at her like they wanted to rip her clothes off and pin her to the table. Which would be…awesome. Oh, God. She was such a tramp.
She grabbed her wine and walked into the living room. Whoa. While they’d been talking, the repairmen had come and fixed the door. It was like nothing had ever happened. The glass was back in place. The floors were spotless and gleaming.
Footsteps sounded behind her and she inhaled. “So this is what being rich gets you?”
Ian’s hand slinked around her waist. “Among other things.”
“I’m not for sale, Ian.”
“I never said you were.” He slid closer and his breath warmed her cheek. “But don’t discount what we could have just because you’re scared. People would accept it here. It’s Midnight Cove.”
Holly bit her lip. She couldn’t deny the way both men made her feel. But to fall into bed with them?
Trent walked around the pair of them and stopped in front of her. His dark eyes found hers and her mouth fell open. She couldn’t deny the need in his eyes or the lust barely kept in check.
“I’ve spent too many years making up for the past. I’m not that guy anymore, Holiday. And I want you. Just as much as Ian does. Let us in. Let us take care of you. Even if it’s just for one night.”
“I don’t want a one-night stand.”
Trent’s lips twitched. “Neither do we.”
Ian’s arm pulled her tighter against his chest and Holly swallowed. Could she do this? Could she open a door she thought was closed forever?
Trent slid closer and reached out. His fingertips brushed her cheek and Ian leaned in, trailing kisses across her collarbone. Oh my God. She’d been single for so long she’d forgotten what the touch of a man could do to her. With two? She might explode.
Trent stroked his thumb across her cheek and she leaned into his palm. “Don’t think, Holly. Just say yes.” He stepped closer and her whole body hummed.
Ian brushed her hair to the side and planted a kiss behind her ear. “You’re trembling. Your body’s betraying you.”
“I…I…”
“Want us.” Trent brushed his lips across her cheek. “Say it. Tell us you want this.” He kissed her, lips feather light against hers, and Holly surrendered. To the heat, the need, and the promise of a night to remember.
Her lips fell open and she moaned. “Yes. I’m saying yes.”
CHAPTER TEN
TRENT
A MOAN SLIPPED past Holly’s lips and Trent was a goner. Screw holding back and brooding over whatever she felt for Ian. He wanted her as badly as he ever had before. More. She couldn’t walk out of his life or fall into Ian’s arms without giving it a chance.
He’d thought for years about how she’d feel wrapped in his embrace. How her body would fit against him. How she’d cry out when he sank deep inside her. Now he’d know. So Ian was there too. So what? Ian was right. They wouldn’t be the first threesome in Midnight Cove.
The town didn’t bat an eye. Sure, there were probably whispers behind their backs, but if Summer and her men could proclaim their affection out in the open, Trent and Holly and Ian could tumble into bed behind closed doors.
If it didn’t work, that’d be the end of it. But if it did? They had a chance in Midnight Cove to explore what it all meant. How the three of them could navigate these uncharted waters. He only intended to stay for a vacation, but if Holiday made Midnight Cove her home…
Trent could stay. For her he’d do anything.
He knew he should be concentrating on the threat—the person out there who wanted to hurt Ian and Holly and maybe himself—but not tonight. He’d let the local yokels handle the perimeter defense and he’d immerse himself in a different kind of heat. One he couldn’t wait to lick and kiss and fuck all night.
Snaking his hands up her sides, Trent leaned in. His lips pressed against Holly’s and the taste of wine and sin and recklessness all blended together. His cock strained in his jeans and holy hell, if they didn’t get her upstairs, he’d strip that dress off her right in front of the glass door and take her on the living room floor.
“We need to go upstairs. Now.” The words came out rough. Guttural.
Holly groaned.
Good enough for him. Before Ian could say a word, Trent bent down and ran his hands over her thighs. He picked her up, nestling her crotch against his dick and wincing as she wiggled. “Lead the way, Ian. I still get lost up there.”
Ian laughed and headed to the stairs. “I think we’ll take the master. It’s got the biggest bed.”
“You don’t need to carry me.”
Trent cut off Holly’s protests with a brutal kiss. “Yes, I do.” He followed Ian up the stairs, holding tight to Holly and kissing every inch of skin he could reach. As Ian disappeared into a doorway, Trent growled against her ear. “I want you naked as soon as I put you down.”
“And if I say no?”
“Then I’m ripping that dress off you.” He nipped her ear and loosened his hold on her legs until she slipped to the floor.
“Now, Holly.”
Trent watched as she reached behind her and unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor in a whoosh and Trent inhaled. God damn. Thick, full hips. Breasts overflowing a black lace bra. Thong he’d rip off in an instant. She was a wet dream. A fantasy he’d never expected.
More than enough woman to share.
Trent glanced up as Ian dimmed the lights. He watched as his old friend stepped up to Holly. Ian’s hands landed softly on her shoulders and Trent ground his teeth together.
He didn’t want to admit it, but seeing Ian touch her—watching as she shivered against his skin—it turned him on.
“I shouldn’t be the only one getting naked.”
“If you say so.” Ian smiled against her shoulder and unbuckled his belt.
Trent did the same, tugging his jeans down and stepping out of them as he pulled his T-shirt over his head.
“What did I do to get so lucky? You two are incredible.” Holly’s head swiveled back and forth and Trent shrugged.
“We’re the lucky ones. We have you.” He stepped forward and captured her mouth as Ian slid up behind her. Her lips melted into his and Trent ran his hands up her sides, swiping his fingers over her breasts before pinching her nipples through the lace.
The little buds pebbled in his hand and he flicked them back and forth, stoking Holly’s need and desire until her whole body shuddered.
Ian ran his hands up her arms and under her bra straps, and before Trent could do anything, the lace was gone. Holly’s breasts popped free of the fabric, round and buoyant and glorious. Damn, he could fondle them all night. Her nipples were dusty pink and large and as he bent to take one in his mouth, she grabbed his head with her hands.
How had he ever doubted this? Nothing that lit him up like an inferno could ever be wrong.
Holly whimpered above him, tearing her hands down his body as he suckled first one breast and then another. She found his cock—thick and hard and ready for her slick heat—and she stroked. Her hands ran up and down, circled front and back, and as he pulled back to breathe, she bent at the waist.
Her eyes fluttered open and their brown, bottomless depths looked up at him as she slipped her lips over his tip. Oh, fuck.
* * *
HOLLY
Holly slid down Trent’s shaft, fast and deep. His spongy head hit the back of her throat and she groaned. She was on fire. With Trent’s hands weaving through her hair and Ian’s stroking her ass, she wanted to roar.
She’d thought a threesome would be awkward and embarrassing. How wrong she’d been. One look at the two of them ready and waiting to rock her world, and she’d seen the light. It was empowering. Liberating. Here she was, one woman, reducing two men to animals�
�pure instinct and drive.
Ian tucked his fingers in her thong and the fabric ripped away. She was exposed. Dripping wet and horny as hell and she wanted him to fuck her. Wanted both men to fill her up with their cocks and come inside her.
She’d spent her whole adult life going through the motions. Dating guys who never lit even the briefest of sparks. Who knew it took two to satisfy her needs and base desires?
Ian’s hands ran over the swells of her ass and as she leaned over to take more of Trent’s shaft inside her mouth, Ian’s fingers slipped between her legs.
Mmm. Yes. He stroked her like he’d touched her a million times before. Like he knew exactly where to rub and flick. Where to linger. She moaned around Trent’s cock and ran her tongue over the veiny underside of his shaft. It took all her self-control not to beg Ian to fuck her. She wanted him thrusting inside her. Filling her up while she tasted Trent’s salty release.
Holly shimmed her backside and Ian chuckled. “You sure you can handle both of us at once?”
She groaned. “So sure. Please, Ian. Don’t tease me anymore.”
“I need to find a condom.”
“No.” The word came out rough. Needy. “I’m on the pill. I want to feel you.”
Trent slipped his fingers through her hair. “You heard the woman. Take her, Ian. She wants us both.”
He pulled her face closer to his body and his cock bumped the back of her throat. Holly flattened her tongue and Trent pulled her down again, directing her head as Ian lined up behind her.
He nudged her legs wider with his knees and as she slid down Trent’s shaft, Ian thrust.
Oh! He stretched her wide with his shaft, slicing through her swollen folds, deeper and deeper until his thighs hit her ass. He was long and thick and so damn good.
Ian grabbed her by the hips and worked her hard, thrusting into her and shoving her face down Trent’s shaft. Over and over his tip bumped the back of her throat, forcing her to open wider and take more.
“That’s it. Open up, Holly. Take me.” Trent guided her head and Ian set the pace and in moments Holly became a pendulum—a woman swinging between two men as they worked her as much for her pleasure as their own.
She groaned around Trent’s shaft and as Ian slammed into her from behind, Trent slipped down her throat. She spasmed around his shaft and Ian pulled back.
“Fuck. Just like that.” Trent stroked her head, both hands in her hair as she moaned and let him take control.
Spit dripped off her chin and landed on the floor, and her thighs were coated in her own arousal. Her legs shook with need.
* * *
IAN
Jesus. Ian had never seen something so hot. Holly’s head buried in Trent’s crotch. The look on her face as she deep throated him again and again. It was sexy as sin.
It was one thing to make her come in the car. But to see her bent over and taking all they could give?
Ian groaned and reached around Holly to fondle her breasts. Luscious and full, they hung beneath her like ripe fruit from a tree. He rolled her nipples back and forth, tugging as he thrust inside her.
She moaned and Trent twisted his fingers in her hair. Yes. So close.
One more thrust and Trent came, holding himself still inside Holly’s mouth as he released. Ian watched as Holly swallowed it down, gulp after gulp. Trent staggered back and Holly sagged in front of him.
If Ian hadn’t been holding her up, she’d have collapsed. “Easy, I’ve got you.” He wrapped his arms around her middle and angled her toward the bed. She reached out, bracing herself on the footboard as Ian reached down between her legs.
Trent slid between Holly and the bed and grabbed Ian’s hand. “I’ve got this.”
Ian smiled. Damn this is fun. He pulled back as Trent’s tongue slipped over Holly’s swollen folds and his shaft. He thrust and Holly cried out.
“You’re so fucking wet for us, Holly. Do two men turn you on?”
She moaned. “Yes.”
“Is it better than one?”
“Yes.”
“Better than you’ve ever had?”
Holly shuddered as Trent lapped at her clit. His tongue ran circles over her stretched opening and Ian struggled to hold on.
“Answer him, Holly.” Ian thrust harder and she moaned.
“Yes!”
“Then come for us, Holly. Come all over my dick and Trent’s tongue.”
She complied, coming on a wail as Trent suckled her clit and Ian thrust again. Her muscles clamped around him and he couldn’t hold back. His own release rocketed through him and he collapsed over Holly’s back.
Trent took her in his arms and all three collapsed onto the floor in a sweat-soaked, sex-covered heap.
* * *
HOLLY
Holly rolled over and flung her arm out. What the…? She sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes, and it all came back in the form of two gorgeous, naked men sprawled out on either side of her.
Trent was face-down in an X, the sheet barely covering his ass. His toned back made her think of all the fun they’d had the night before. His hands in her hair. His lips and tongue everywhere.
Ian groaned next to her and rolled onto his back and Holly smothered a giggle. In sleep, his long hair went every which way and he looked so much like the teenager she’d crushed on a million years ago.
She’d wondered if she’d wake up embarrassed or awkward in the morning. But neither were true. If anything, she was relaxed. Happy. There’d been no frantic phone calls overnight. No new threat to deal with. They could forget about the danger for a little while and get to know each other.
After slipping out from under the sheet, Holly eased herself off the bed. She knew just how to start the morning. A pot of steaming coffee and a platter of French toast. Mmm. She could taste it already.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
HOLLY
“YOU MUST HAVE hit your head.”
Holly piped chocolate hazelnut filling into a puff pastry cup and frowned. “Why would you say that?”
“Because last week you were telling me kissing two men was crazy. Now you’re shacked up with them and I had to drag you out of their bed to come help me prep for this party.”
Holly blushed, but couldn’t stop a grin from spreading. “Technically, it’s Ian’s bed.”
The towel that smacked her in the face was covered in flour. “Hey!”
“You’re terrible.”
“I’m happy.” Holly wiped the flour off her face and shrugged. “Besides, if I remember right, you were the one who told me to go for it.”
“I know.” Hillary pulled another tray of puff pastry baked into little shells out of the oven. “I just want you to be careful. How long has it been since you’ve been in a relationship?”
Holly picked up another empty pastry shell and piped it full. “Long enough.”
“I’m just looking out for you. I don’t want to see you hurt.”
“I get it, I really do. But Ian and Trent aren’t like any of my exes.” Holly filled another shell and tried to let it go. She knew Hillary meant well. But Holly had been single so long and now she had a chance at more. A chance to be happy. She didn’t want anything to put a damper on her good mood.
She glanced up to find Hillary watching her. “What is it?”
Her best friend bit her lip and shook her head.
That won’t do. “No way. You’re not going to look at me like you have something to say and then beg off. Out with it.”
“I’m worried about all three of you. Has Trent gotten any more leads? Someone must know who’s been up to all the crazy stuff with Ian.”
Holly sighed. She wished she could say something that would put Hillary at ease. “No. He spent all week tearing Midnight Cove apart. But he’s come up empty. And whoever’s been pulling this stuff’s been quiet. No nasty emails, no break-ins. Nothing.”
“I still don’t like it.”
“Neither do I. But I’m not going to hide from my li
fe, Hillary. I trust Trent and Ian. They’ll get to the bottom of it.”
“I hope so.”
The oven dinged and Hillary pulled the final sheet out and set it on the counter. “I know your trip up here hasn’t been what you’d expected, but thanks for coming. I wouldn’t be able to survive this month without you.”
Holly smiled. With all that had gone on with Ian and Trent, she hadn’t spent as much time with Hillary as she’d wanted to. She hoped her friend didn’t mind too much. “Sorry, I haven’t been around as much as I meant to be.”
Hillary shook her head. “Don’t apologize. I’m happy for you. And you’re coming with me tonight, so we’ll have time to chat.”
Holly nodded. The last thing she wanted to do was cater a huge party in the Cove, but it’s what she came back to do. Her best friend needed her and she wasn’t going to let her down. Even if it made her uncomfortable. She grabbed another tray of empty pastry shells and picked up the bowl of strawberries. “So tell me what this party is for again.”
“It’s a fundraiser for some nonprofit. A casino night. You know, rich people gambling in the name of charity.”
Holly forced herself not to roll her eyes. Casino parties in the Cove had a legendary reputation. Everyone who was anyone would be there. People she hadn’t seen in years would be mingling around tables and eating the little bite-sized treats she’d been making all day.
She snorted and dolloped a spoonful of the strawberries into a shell. “I haven’t been to one of those parties in years.”
Hillary paused. “I forgot you went to a few in high school. It won’t be awkward, will it?”
“Why?”
“I just…he’ll probably be there.”
“You mean Brandon?”
Her best friend nodded. “I should have asked you before I roped you into this. If you don’t want to go—”
“Nonsense. Of course I want to go. Besides, once we set everything up, we’re off the hook for the night, right?”
Hillary nodded. “The facility’s providing all the waitstaff. We’re just delivering the food.”