Primal Passion

by Mari Carr

  Deni tried to pull her face away from his, tried to gasp in some much needed air, but Price growled, releasing one of her breasts to grip her head, to hold her in place. He bit her lower lip and then soothed the soreness with his tongue.

  Gunner added his fingers to the game, roughly pushing two inside her. She jerked and would have fallen off the chair if her men weren’t holding her in place.

  Pure physical hunger gave way to intelligent thought. Deni gave up trying to understand, to catalog, to piece this together. Some things couldn’t be reasoned out. It was passionate, perfect.

  Deni came as they continued to touch her. Then one orgasm gave way to a second. Price released the handcuffs and massaged her shoulders.

  Gunner stood and took off his pants. “I want your mouth on me.”

  She licked her lips and moved forward, starving for a taste.

  Gunner gripped her upper arms. “Wait. Not here.”

  He led her to the loveseat. Sinking onto the cushions, he tossed a pillow on the floor and directed Deni to kneel on it between his outstretched legs. No sooner had she bent her head closer, then Price joined her on the floor.

  He tugged her hips back, nudging her sex with the head of his cock. She was wet, so he slid in easily. After the initial pain of their claiming last night, she’d come to realize she was made for these men, their bodies fit.

  She grasped Gunner’s cock, sucking the head into her mouth as Price pushed in to the hilt. Gunner cupped her head as he taught her what he liked. She tried to learn, but Price was doing his best to distract her.

  His thrusting started slow and deep, but as the heat of the moment grew, so did his speed and strength. Deni followed suit, taking more and more of Gunner into her mouth.

  Gunner tightened his fingers in her hair as Price gripped her hips, fighting for more leverage. It was all too much. Too good.

  Deni stiffened a mere second before Gunner said, “Fuck, baby. I’m going to come.”

  She refused to release him, dying to taste. Gunner erupted and she swallowed as the last remnants of her climax shuddered through her.

  Price stilled. “God damn. That’s hot. Watching you suck his cock. Listening to both of you as you come. Fuck. A man could get addicted to this.”

  Deni continued to suckle on Gunner’s cock though it grew soft. Gunner pulled her away, running his fingers along her cheek. “You’re beautiful.”

  She smiled. She’d lived a lifetime without hearing those words. Deni didn’t comprehend how much she’d longed for them until that moment.

  Price leaned forward and placed a kiss on her back. It was then she realized he still hadn’t come.

  “Want me to stop?”

  She shook her head, pressing her hips more firmly against him. “Never.”

  He chuckled and began to thrust once more. “Well, don’t worry. This isn’t going to take long.”

  Price was true to his word. Within a dozen strokes, he was there—jets of hot come filling her. Her eyes had closed as drowsiness came to claim her.

  She wasn’t sure which man carried her to the bedroom. All she knew was she was between their hard bodies once more.

  The research was complete. This was where she was meant to be.

  Chapter Five

  Price splashed water into his face and ran his hands along his cheeks and jaw, enjoying the feeling of being clean-shaven. He’d spent three days holed up in the hotel with Gunner and Denise, none of them anxious to return to the real world after nearly sixty hours spent in a haze of sexual bliss.

  Unfortunately, reality was a bitch and she held all the cards. He had to attend a meeting with the Bennett Securities stockholders today and he couldn’t miss it.

  Gunner had received a call from his supervisor at work earlier. He was needed back in D.C. the day after tomorrow.

  Gunner had convinced Denise to allow him to accompany her to the lab today. He planned to set up his laptop and catch up on some work while watching over her. They’d convinced her to hand more duties over to her research assistant, Curtis, just in case she was forced to go into hiding again. Price was uneasy allowing her to return to work. Gunner’s friend in the Boston FBI office, Jasper Young, had questioned Denise about the break-in at her apartment. The bomb recovered was what Agent Young referred to as a run-of-the-mill YouTube variety that didn’t have much more power than a firecracker.

  Denise took that news to mean she was in the clear. She told Agent Young about her run-in with the Reverend. Young knew of the man, claimed he was an amateur terrorist with more followers than sense. He’d stressed that while the man’s past offenses included arson, disturbing the peace and vandalism, it didn’t mean he shouldn’t be considered a serious threat.

  Of course, Denise had failed to hear that part. She’d focused instead on the information that he wasn’t a killer, using it to justify her belief there was no reason she couldn’t return to the lab.

  Price walked out of the bathroom, retrieved his suitcase from the bed and carried it to the living room of the suite.

  Gunner and Denise were there, waiting. His driver would drop them off at the lab before taking him on to his office. They’d agreed to move from the hotel to his house today. Price was excited about the prospect of moving Denise and Gunner into his childhood home. He’d spent too many years alone in the huge mansion he’d inherited following his parents’ deaths. It was past time for the rambling place to become a home again, complete with his partners and—God willing—children.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  Denise nodded as she lifted her hair, securing it into a ponytail. She’d bought a pair of dress slacks and a pretty blue blouse from the small boutique located in the hotel lobby.

  Price had sent his personal assistant with two of his best security guards to sift through the remains of Denise’s belongings and pack up whatever could be saved. He intended to surprise her tonight with what they’d found. His assistant assured him they’d recovered over half of Denise’s wardrobe, quite a few undamaged books and a box full of pictures and other knick-knacks that hadn’t been harmed. He hoped having some of her own things would make the move to his place easier for her.

  Gunner picked up his laptop and suitcase. He’d stow his stuff in the trunk and the driver would deliver it to Price’s house. “Sort of looking forward to seeing how the other half lives, Price. It’s been a real hardship for me these past thirty-two years, brushing my own teeth and wiping my own ass. Looking forward to handing the task over to one of your umpteen thousand servants. Not going to lie. I’ve harbored more than a few French-maid fantasies.”

  Price grinned while Denise slapped Gunner on the arm. “Watch it, hotshot. The Grand Master said no straying.”

  Gunner winked at her and grabbed her ass. “Deni, with you in my bed, do you really think I’d have the energy to cheat? Not to sound crass, but my cock is sore from three straight days of fucking you. I’m going to have to go back to D.C. just to recover.”

  Price didn’t admit it, but he felt the same way. They’d been insatiable.

  Gunner tickled Denise, making her laugh. Only three days in and Price suspected Gunner was well on his way to becoming his best friend. Price didn’t usually trust others easily. He could count on one hand the number of close friends he’d had in his lifetime. Typically, money got in the way. Price had been born with several silver spoons in his mouth. As a result, he’d met more than his fair share of fortune-seekers, men—and women—who’d offered friendship and then held out their hands for more.

  Gunner didn’t seem impressed by Price’s wealth. Instead, he’d actually begun to tease Price about it, good-natured ribbing. Price realized Gunner was one of those rare people who had a knack for looking straight into someone’s soul and seeing them for who they really were. No doubt it made him a crack FBI agent.

  But it also made him a good person. Gunner had dug beneath Denise’s eccentricities and offered her friendship at a time when she didn’t have anyone. Now, he had don
e the same for Price. He’d burrowed beneath the tough-guy exterior and accepted Price’s need for control, his overzealous desire to run the show. Gunner had been willing to follow his lead at first, averting what could have turned into a nasty pissing contest.

  However, time was proving Gunner had just as many—if not more—alpha qualities as he did. Price suspected Gunner had swallowed some of his own pride initially to make things easier for Denise. For that, Gunner had earned Price’s unwavering respect and admiration.

  They may have come from different backgrounds, but they had one definite commonality—to love and protect Denise. That goal strengthened the bond between them.

  “Come on.” They grabbed their stuff and left the hotel room. Price squinted at the bright sunlight when they hit the street and it occurred to him he hadn’t been outside since the day of the introduction ceremony. Some honeymoon, he thought with a grin.

  Roman opened the door as they approached the limo. Price gave his driver instructions and then he joined his partners inside.

  “One of these days we’re going to have to initiate the limo,” Gunner said, running his hands along the cool leather seat.

  “Another fantasy?” Denise asked.

  He nodded. “Hell, yeah. I’ve had a thousand fantasies about you these past few years, Deni. Looking forward to making them a reality.”

  “Really? Fantasies about me?”

  Price shook his head. Denise still struggled to accept they were both unquestionably attracted to her. He wondered how long it would take before she became self-confident with her looks, her sex appeal. She may have come to their relationship a virgin, but in three days she’d shed her inhibitions in the bedroom, unleashing a wild side that took them all by surprise.

  “Yep. Lots of them. I’ve imagined us on the beach, in a limo, in the bathroom of some ritzy restaurant, too horny to wait until we get home. I’ve even pictured me bending you over that counter in your lab and burying myself inside you from behind.”

  Denise squeezed her legs together, obviously affected by Gunner’s descriptions.

  Unfortunately, they had the opposite effect on Price. “No sex without me.” He wasn’t sure where the words had come from, but he didn’t like the idea of Denise and Gunner finding their pleasure if he wasn’t there as well. They would be alone for hours in the lab today and, if the past three days were any indication, it would be damn near impossible for them to keep their hands off each other. The request was unreasonable, impractical. Undeniable.

  Gunner narrowed his eyes, studying Price’s face. There was no way Price could soften his features, take away the threat he was certain his new friend could see there. “You realize I’m returning to D.C. in two days. There’s no telling how long it’ll be before I can come back to Boston. Is this really a line in the sand you want to draw?”

  Price considered what he would be giving up. Gunner would expect the same promise from him in return. He knew that. Even so, he couldn’t let go of the feeling that it would be wrong for him to sleep with Denise without Gunner there. Maybe it would fade with time, but for now…

  “I’m sure.”

  Gunner’s frown disappeared, replaced by his usual pleasant smile. “Good. I feel the same way.”

  “So do I,” Deni whispered.

  Gunner leaned his head against the back of the seat. “Damn. I’m afraid we’re all in for some long nights.”

  “And cold showers,” Price added.

  “I don’t know about that. Let’s face it. You’re both going to jack off, so I think I might expand on my masturbating skills. Maybe buy myself a vibrator.” Denise’s face reflected pure mischief. She obviously took joy in taunting them, proud of her ability to make such a dirty joke without blushing.

  Price pulled her closer, cupping her face firmly in his hands. “No toys.”

  “What? No way. That’s not fair.”

  “Fingers are one thing, Denise, but you’re not using any toys to get yourself off.”

  She frowned and it took all the strength Price had not to laugh. God, they’d unleashed a sex maniac. And she was all theirs. She didn’t reply. Price watched as her mind searched for some loophole. He was becoming accustomed to her long lapses into silence. Denise was a thinker who struggled to put things into words. He could only assume that came from being an only child and spending years alone without friends her own age.

  “Denise. Promise me.”

  “I was sort of hoping to try a vibrator. I wanted to see what it felt like.”

  Price grinned. “Fair enough. We’ll buy one and use it on you tonight.”

  Her face brightened. “Really?”

  Gunner groaned. “You two are going to have to stop talking or we’re going to have to instruct your driver to take a few dozen laps around the block while we take care of this.”

  Price glanced at the obvious erection in Gunner’s pants. Nice to know he wasn’t alone in his arousal. They’d all come no more than two hours ago and already Price felt restless, hungry, horny.

  He’d been wrong to demand that they limit their sexual interludes to times when they were all there.

  “We’re here.” Denise reached for her messenger bag as the limo pulled up outside her work. “I’m going to have a terrible time explaining why I’m arriving at work in such style.”

  Price grabbed her when she shifted, pulling her onto his lap. He gave her a long, hard kiss, hoping it would encourage her to wrap up her work early. “I’ll be here to pick you up at five.”

  She nodded, her lips puffy from so much kissing. She didn’t appear to mind. “Okay. Five.”

  Gunner chuckled. “Damn. We’re seeing a major breakthrough here. Deni’s not fighting us for more lab time.”

  She smirked at Gunner and then cupped Price’s cheek in a way that couldn’t be described as anything less than genuine affection. No one had ever touched Price that way.

  She smiled sadly. “I’ll miss you today.”

  Price swallowed heavily, touched by her admission. “Ditto, beauty.”

  Roman opened the door and Gunner and Denise got out. Price watched as they walked into the lab, then sighed and rested his head against the seat. The limo had traveled nearly ten blocks before Price realized he was grinning like a damn fool, a lovesick smile plastered on his face.

  The Grand Master would have a field day when he found out Price was falling in love with the quirky little scientist.

  Time to get his head back in the game. He rarely missed work, so he could only imagine the pile of paperwork he’d have to wade through today. Somehow he’d put Denise and Gunner out of his mind. Eight hours. Surely he could do that.

  He glanced at his watch. Or maybe he’d call and talk them into meeting him for lunch. Four hours. Price suspected that was the most he’d be able to manage.

  Four hours.

  “Listen, I think we could sit here for hours debating the worthiness of—”

  Price stopped talking when his personal assistant opened the door of the boardroom and waved to him.

  “Yes, Bridget?”

  “I’m very sorry to interrupt you, but there’s an urgent call on line one.”

  Price frowned. Bridget knew better than to disrupt a meeting with the stockholders. “Bridget—”

  “It’s from a Gunner Wells with the FBI. He insisted. Wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

  Price’s chest tightened. Denise.

  He stood quickly. “If you gentlemen will excuse me.”

  A couple of men nodded, while he read the curiosity on more than a few faces. No doubt they were dying to know why an FBI agent was calling him with an urgent message. They’d just have to wonder. Price had no answers to give them.

  He walked to his office quickly, shut the door, picked up the phone and pressed line one. “Gunner?”

  “I know you’re in the middle of a big-ass meeting, but you might want to get over here. Curtis has been shot.”

  “Fuck. Where’s Denise?”

  “
She’s fine, but she found him. She’s pretty shaken up.”

  “I’ll be right there.” Price didn’t bother to ask for details. He’d get them once he was sure Denise was okay. He pulled his CFO out of the boardroom and told him he’d have to finish the meeting. Fortunately, he had a good man in place. The CFO simply nodded and said he’d handle it. Then he gave his personal assistant instructions to cancel the rest of his appointments for the day. He called for Roman to meet him in front of the building as he headed for the elevator.

  He drummed his fingers on his knee during the return trip to the lab. He’d been an idiot to think the threat against Denise wasn’t real. His gut had told him she was in serious danger, but he’d let Denise and that damn FBI agent, Young, convince him it wasn’t as bad as he feared.

  His heart raced as he considered what this shooting meant. In his rush to get to Denise, he hadn’t even asked if poor Curtis was okay. Price hoped so. It was obvious Denise thought the world of the young man. She’d be devastated if he was killed.

  He leapt from the limousine as soon as Roman pulled up to the curb, not bothering to wait for his driver to open the door. “Stay close,” he instructed the man.

  If he felt like there was still a looming danger, he’d hustle Denise out of the building and to his house. He made a mental note to call his butler and inform the man to beef up security around the property.

  He was met at the door by a police officer, who started to turn him away.

  “It’s okay, Officer Riley. I called Price.”

  The officer stepped aside as Gunner approached. Obviously Gunner had been flashing his FBI credentials around.

  Together, they walked toward Denise’s office as Gunner quickly filled him in. Apparently, Denise had begun checking her trials as soon as they hit the lab. She’d spent almost an hour going over Curtis’s findings and filling Gunner in on her work. Then Gunner had set up his laptop, settling down to work while Denise borrowed his phone to call Curtis, concerned about the man’s tardiness.