by Angel Payne
“Can she—errr—do that?” his buddy stammered. “There’s a term for that, isn’t there? ‘Topping from the bottom?’””
Tait eyed him. “You really want to go there right now?”
“Excellent point.” He didn’t say anything else as he let Tait lead the way down the hall.
Her bedroom was the larger of the two in the cottage, decorated in comfortable but functional furniture covered in subdued tropical shades. In short, the Army’s version of resort accommodations. Though Tait glanced hopefully at the bed, he ordered all follow-up thoughts into retreat. A bed in the room didn’t always trump a woman’s wrath. Even this woman.
She shut the door by backing up against it. After the thing clicked shut, she stayed there, hands behind her back, throwing her brilliant glare between the two of them. Tears still threatened to manifest in her eyes, frying his gut in remorse again.
He guessed a little levity couldn’t hurt. “Well, you can’t order us to go to our room.”
“Shut up.”
Or maybe it could.
Kellan tried his own approach, gentle but firm. “Okay, we’re a couple of jerks. You know it’s just because we both care about—”
Her sharp laugh sliced him short. “You care about me? Really? And this is how you show it?” She shoved off the door, pushed between them and turned with her fists slammed on her hips. “I was tired of breaking you two up after the first two times I did it.” She nodded hard at Tait. “Though it helps that you can walk a straight line on your own this time.”
It wasn’t a real joke. Wisely, Tait knew it. “Truce declared, okay? We’ll keep our hands off each other.”
She dropped her hands but sustained her suspicious glower. “Prove it.”
He swung back an awkward glance. “Okay, I’ll take first watch outside. Kell, why don’t you grab some dinner, and—”
“No,” she cut in again. “Not good enough.”
He traded a glimpse with Kellan. Let’s make her happy and shake on it. With a resigned breath, he reached out a hand. But Kell never got close with his return extension. Lani grabbed both their wrists and slammed their hands against her body, forcing them into a sudden, joint breast grope. Before either of them could process their shock enough to act, she pushed their grips harder against her beautiful mounds. Tait joined his buddy in a hiss when her nipples instantly beaded and pushed against her sweater.
“Keep your hands off each other by putting them on me.” Her whisper was as urgent as her gaze, jumping between them with the intensity of lightning. “Please, just help me to forget about all of it for a little while. I need the strength of you both…the care of you both…the passion of you both. I just…need you both. Please?”
Chapter Twenty
It was a night for crazy circumstances. And even crazier actions.
Lani was still spitting pissed at both of them, despite how deeply she understood their shoreline antics. Their emotions had been ripped out of the typical sockets today as harshly as hers. Taking out their follow-up rage on the safe targets of each other was a logical progression on the psychological ladder. In the end, it would be a skirmish that meant nothing.
In the end.
An end that was approaching with the subtlety of a freight train. A conclusion to this horrible episode with Benson that would go one of two ways. Tait, Kell, and the guys from the Fifth would either be in time to surprise the Benstock boys and the Koreans, or they wouldn’t. Neither scenario was a promise she’d ever see her ranch—or both her men—again.
This was all the time they had left. Their only remaining moments to stamp the magic of their triad on the ribbon of time and memory.
She let out a tight cry, trying to beat the thought down as melodrama, but one look up at the guys, and the deep purpose in their rugged faces, confirmed it as the bitter truth.
No. She wouldn’t concentrate on bitterness right now. Or good-byes. She’d only soak up their heat, their passion, and their adoration. Make them fill her one more time. One last time.
She swallowed hard and meshed her fingers tighter with theirs. Before she could take another breath, Kellan twisted his free hand in her hair, yanking her head back for Tait’s crushing kiss. Both the guys groaned as Tait sank his tongue deep. She joined her needy groan to the mix when they both pinched her breasts through her clothes.
“Yin needs a turn, too.” Kellan growled it as he drew her from Tait’s mouth then replaced it with his own. He tasted like the wind and sea, musky and salty, a heady combination with Tait’s woodsy scent, hitting her from behind as he pressed against her there.
“Is Leo still tuning out with his music?” came Tait’s query at her ear. She nodded, not an easy feat considering the man already lifted her skirt, glided both hands beneath her panties, and palmed her ass with his bare palms. “Hmm,” he replied in a sensual snarl. “That’s good to know.”
Kellan’s gaze was a breathtaking gray storm as he pulled away from her mouth. “But not entirely helpful,” he added. “We both know how our girl loves to scream.”
“Won’t that make it fun for her to try whispers and silence, then?” He gave her the challenge just as he trailed a finger at the rim of her anus, causing her to gasp and writhe. “Bite it back, babe,” he directed. “Whispers,” —he worked in another finger— “and silence.”
“Damn.” Kellan met her stare directly, brushing the hair off her face. “Look at what that did to these eyes.” He leaned in and kissed her nose. “You like this, starshine? Does it make you hot to know we control every sound off your lips now, every breath you take in and release?”
Gods. She was going to be a puddle of nothing in just a few minutes. Already feeling like her mind detached from her body, she gave Kellan an eager nod. “Yes. Ohhhh yes, Sir.”
Tait stepped around and stood next to his friend again. After giving her a soft kiss on the forehead, he murmured, “You said that so beautifully, dreamgirl.” A smile curled his lips. “Now we’re going to give you a few minutes to reflect on it, too.”
Kellan beat her to the punch in an open display of confusion. “What?”
Tait arched his brows at his friend. “Don’t you think it’s time to go get the boy scout ready pack from the car?”
Kellan chuckled. “I officially hand over the dominant honor badge to you now.”
Tait turned and took both of her hands in his. “And this is Lani’s chance to earn the matching submissive one.”
She let her smile grow. “I’d like that.”
“And we’re both pleased.” Tait lifted a long-fingered hand to one side of her face. “While we’re gone, we want you to prepare yourself for our pleasure. Make your body ready by stripping naked then washing your pussy and ass for us. After that, center your mind by kneeling in the middle of the bed, legs spread, posture straight, and hands still. This tells us, both your Sirs, that you entrust us with your power tonight. That you know we’ll use it to push you a little…fuck you a lot…and gratify you even more.”
Had he asked for half the pineapples on the island along with that, she would’ve found a way to comply. Luckily, her breathy “Yes, Sirs” seemed to suffice. He and Kellan took turns kissing her before quietly leaving the room, which spurred her into instant motion. She had a minute, maybe two at most, to ready herself as Tait had instructed.
Sure enough, she’d just gotten onto the bed and was crawling toward its center when the guys came back in. She froze in place, feeling fifteen again, caught by Mom as she snuck back into the house after making out on the beach with Troy Keweha. Only she hadn’t been totally nude then. Or feeling every nerve ending in her body ignite from just the sound of the opening door.
“Hmmm.” She didn’t have to look up to know the dark panther purr was Kellan’s. A new instinct even picked up the tiny bite of sadistic pleasure in it, curling an answering desire deep in her pussy. “What do we have here?” he added to that while walking to the foot of the bed. She watched from the fringe of her lashes as Tait joined h
im, turning them into a pair of muscled sentinels who drenched her body with their hot gazes.
“Looks like someone who didn’t get into position fast enough.”
Every note of Tait’s tone, so full of predatory serenity, brought out baby bumps of awareness along her skin. Nevertheless, she flashed him a dirty look. She’d be in position, if they hadn’t given her all of sixty seconds to do their bidding.
“But I’m enjoying this position, buddy.”
“Must agree. It’s nice.”
“Look at that perfect curve of her ass…and the silhouette of her nipples…all that hair cascading to the mattress like a waterfall…”
“Roger on everything, man. It doesn’t suck one bit.”
“Maybe that can be fixed.”
Their commentary made her feel beautiful and special, like a precious piece of art—until Kellan’s remark turned her to hot goo. She craved the praise of their flesh, not just their eyes. She whimpered and licked her lips, hoping he was serious about the intent of the words. The man’s harsh grunt indicated that he was. Thank the gods.
Tait chuckled. “Looks like she wouldn’t mind that ‘fix’ at all, brother.”
“You don’t mind?”
Tait tapped something with his hand. It sounded like the leather of Kellan’s well-stocked supply pouch. “I’ve got some prep work to keep me busy but don’t think I won’t enjoy things as I do. Watching this girl’s lips go to work on a cock, even if it isn’t mine, is up there on my ‘Wonders of the World’ list.”
She couldn’t help a giggle. And an eye roll. “Sir, with all due respect, you are full of crap.”
Tait, now standing next to the bed behind her, snorted. “Thanks for the deference, dreamgirl, but you’ll still accept a small punishment for that, as you are full of shit.”
She tossed a coy pout. “Oh, dear. Guess you forgot about the whole thing about Leo being in the next room? Silence and whispers tonight, not smacks and screams, remember? I suppose that makes punishments a little—umm—impossible?”
Tait looked at her, incredulity stamped on his lips—before he traded a confident laugh with Kellan. Lani felt the certainty fade from her face. If she’d just given the punch line, she wondered what the hell the joke was. She was tempted to fire that exact line at the two of them, but the bed trembled as Kellan climbed up beside her, kneeling so his crotch was directly in front of her face.
“Silence is golden in many different forms, sweetheart.” He ran his knuckles along her cheeks, bringing blissful trails of heat, before shifting his hands to his fly. “Your little lip workout gave me a great idea for one.”
She answered with an adoring sigh as he revealed the bulge of his briefs then tugged them down. His swelling flesh burst free, veins standing out along the length of his crimson stalk.
“Kiss it,” he ordered quietly. The moment she did, his dark purple head erupted with a shimmering white drop. “Now suck that off.”
She moaned, all too eager to obey. Kellan hissed and bucked his hips. “Good, Sir?” she whispered.
“It’s a damn good start, starshine.”
His growl turned her senses into a thousand forms of lust. Since the beginning, Kellan had been a lover beyond compare, forceful and passionate, who enjoyed being on top in so many senses of the word. But Tait’s guidance had drawn out the stricter, sexier side of him, a dominant in desire who curled her toes, spun her senses, and drenched her sex in need. Tonight, she needed that leader more than anything, and he was not letting her down.
Kellan raked a hand through her hair, gathering most of it around his fist. He pulled her forward, guiding her lips back to the broad crown now dotted with more drops of pre-cum. “Open your throat, sweet girl. I want to fuck it good before I bury it in your pussy.”
He fed her his cock with one hot surge, consuming every corner of her mouth with his hot girth. Lani felt him shake and swallow, holding down his groan. She forced back her answering cry with a long breath.
Within seconds, she learned that the sound containment ricocheted all the arousal back down through her body, five times more potent than before. Her whole sex quaked. She inhaled again, reveling in a repeat of the sweet tremors in her deepest folds, assuaging the lust by sucking harder on Kell’s cock. A hot breath left him. He threw back his head. They taunted each other in that silent, sexy game for many hot minutes. Who would be the first to snap their silence, even with a whimper?
Lani dared an exultant stare up Kellan’s torso, into his eyes. She was, after all, the one who had the most sensitive part of his body at the back of her throat. Piece of cake.
She’d underestimated how well these two men knew their cake.
In the second before she was certain Kellan would crack, there was a shocking pain near her crack. Were those Tait’s teeth? Was the man biting her on the ass?
No. Not “biting.” Biting. The digs weren’t a few love nips. He dove in at both her cheeks like they’d turned into chocolate frosted donuts with sprinkles. With every sink of his teeth and lips, she twisted the bedspread harder from the exquisite pain.
After five bites, she surrendered the silence contest to Kellan, mewling around his cock. He countered with a gentle shush, though his thrusts in her mouth became more deep and demanding. At the same time, Tait grabbed her back cheeks and pulled them wide, using that new valley as a gateway to seek her sex with his mouth.
In the room, it was so quiet that the ticks of the gaudy red eighties alarm clock could be heard. Inside, Lani was panting, gasping, and shouting for mercy from her two-sided assault of pulsing male desire. In her mouth, Kellan’s cock burned and throbbed. Between her thighs, Tait’s mouth pulled and licked. Aue. They were relentless. Tireless. And perfect. She curled her fists tighter into the bedding, struggling not to scream from their hungry torment. It was so good. So slick and sizzling and hot. She swallowed hard. Again. It didn’t help. A cry bubbled in her throat…
“Don’t.” Kellan’s murmur, sounding strained itself, wove through all her senses. “Don’t do it, sweetheart. Your voice still belongs to us, and we haven’t untied it yet.” When she gave an incensed growl, he released her hair in order to caress her jaw. “Focus it all here. Take what Tait’s giving you then funnel it back to me. Suck me harder, Lani. Deeper. Holy fuck, yes. Yessss!”
Hearing what she did for him, feeling it in every throbbing vein of his cock, unfurled a deep fulfillment in her heart. She loved serving him like this, knowing she affected him like this. Every grunt from his lips and tremble of his body brought a surge of power and a wash of gratitude. This bond was like nothing she’d ever had with another person before—and doubted she would again.
As Tait rode her clit more intensely with his tongue, she knew those cords of connection wound to him, too. After her confession in the garden yesterday, it felt damn near decreed by the angels themselves, if not one in particular. Just as Kellan had entwined himself in her heart, Tait had sewn himself into her soul.
How the hell was she going to let them go?
She wasn’t allowed to consider an answer for that. Tait, taking his turn at the mind reading thing, assured that by taunting her with only the tip of his tongue now. She gasped as he flicked it back and forth, teasing her clit like a bee after nectar. Her sex responded with plenty of thick, warm honey. Her muscles clenched. Her thighs ached. She couldn’t stop the wave of heat, rushing at her faster. Faster…
“Tait, she’s going over. Do it now, man!”
Confusion collided with her passion. Do what now?
In the moments before her pussy exploded, Kell pulled back from her mouth. No, she was hauled from him, flattened onto her back in one mighty move from the soldier who’d just been paving her way into Heaven with his tongue. Suddenly, Tait was the man who filled her vision with his naked glory, and guided his condom-covered cock to her needy, wet entrance. She had no idea when he’d found the seconds to strip and didn’t bother asking. As he entered her in a single thrust, she clung to his shoul
ders with a sigh of gratitude, letting him spread her wider with powerful slams of his hands.
“Lani,” he whispered into her ear. “Let me feel that explosion, baby.” He added a bite to the skin just below it while withdrawing then plunging all the way in again. “Let every inch of my cock know how hard you’re coming for me.”
Her clit, unfolded and unprotected, was sensitive to every damn breeze in the room. It trembled from the power of his words, making her body grip his ramming cock, driving her toward the shimmering peak of her passion.
“That’s it, dreamgirl. Give it up. Let it go.”
She bit into the meat of his shoulder to quell the scream from the climax, bashing her body and senses with unexpected force. Without thinking, she clawed a hand into his dark gold waves, likely ripping a handful of his scalp out with the action. To her delicious shock, Tait reacted with a growl of arousal, leading into the sharper lunges that gave up his own hot release.
He pulled away all too soon, but she cracked open her eyes to find he was being pushed away. Kellan, now breathtakingly nude with his own sheathed erection, moved to fit himself between her thighs. “Number two, sweetheart. You ready?”
She shot him a stare like he’d just chugged the insanity milkshake, but as the man leaned to take her mouth in a luxurious kiss, her body begged for a taste of the drink, too. Kellan stroked himself a few times before thrusting into her with a determined stab, seating himself deep. His heavy breath of passion mingled with hers.
“Damn,” she rasped. “Oh, damn. Th-thank you, Sir.”
“Thank you, starshine.” He kissed her more tenderly this time, rolling his hips to set up a steady, urgent pace for their bodies. “Your cunt is so hot. T warmed you up well for me.”
“Speak of the devil.” The crack came from Tait, who rolled back onto the bed as Kellan twisted to his side, keeping his body inside hers by pulling her leg around his waist.
“Indeed.” Kellan flashed a wry smirk at his buddy over her shoulder.
“Speaking of warming her up…”