by Angel Payne
The guys exchanged one of their spidey power stares, making Lani’s stomach roll like taking the first climb on a monster roller coaster. A thrill lay ahead. And lots of fear, too. Tait’s own kiss, delivered to the middle of her back, didn’t help the former win out over the latter. Neither did his whispered command for her to relax.
As soon as he reached down and spread her ass a little wider, she determined the reason why. “Oh!” she cried, unable to help herself. Kellan subdued the sound with his mouth.
“Sshhh, sweetheart,” he murmured. “He’s going to make it better.” As he brushed her hair back with big, gentle strokes, Tait turned in order to get a better view of…things. There was a discernible squirt of lube, followed by the cold infusion of the liquid to her back hole. Kellan kept up his sensual rhythm as Tait worked the lube into her ass, rolling his fingers in masterful swoops. Everything below her navel started vibrating again. Clenching in all the right ways again.
“Oh.” She repeated it in a whisper this time. “Kamahaˋo…that’s…”
Incredible. Unbearable. Wonderful. So damn wonderful.
Kellan kissed away her voice once more. “We know. You don’t need to say anything. Just open your senses and experience it, starshine.”
She nodded, smiling to give him a sign of her trust in him. In them both. After the climax Tait had brought her to, she didn’t think her body would bear much more pleasure—
But oh, how she was wrong.
“Ahhhh!”
It was a high gasp that likely drove all the dogs within earshot crazy, but her two hunks only gave cocky chuckles. Of course. They’d been totally in league about this. About how Tait would slide the thin steel rod into her ass in place of his fingers then flip a switch to make the damn thing start vibrating. They’d known exactly what the treatment would do to every inch of her vagina, just beyond the thin membrane of her anus, to the walls that gripped Kellan’s cock…then on to every sensitive inch of her pussy. They knew it would stimulate her in ways that yesterday’s “fun” hadn’t, pulling her into a vortex of lust completely different than what she’d experienced with Tait.
Through it all, Kellan never stopped giving her every inch of his cock. With each long, intense stroke, it was clear he longed to saturate her in pleasure. His body was bronze and beautiful, his smile was wide and wicked, his adoration was open and obvious. “You enjoying that, sweetheart?”
“Wh-what—” She shook her head, trying to form words. “Wh-where did you—”
“A little present we picked up for you along with the takeout last night.”
Tait chuckled. “You ever notice the store that’s four doors down from the Chinese joint?”
“That’s a really interesting strip mall,” Kellan cracked. “Pun thoroughly intended.”
“W-well—this is a hell of a lot better—than chow m-m-m—”
She stammered into inarticulate silence when Tait clicked the remote for the wand again. Her sex flared in pure bliss. She was going to scream. It wasn’t a matter of if, but when. She stabbed a pleading stare across the pillow at Kellan. Help me!
He gazed back at her, smile now gone, replaced by angles of domination and passion. Without wavering his eyes or the pace of his body, he grated, “T. Come over here. Now.”
Tait’s face appeared in her line of vision. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Not a damn thing.” Kellan gentled his lunges long enough to thread some fingers through her hair. “We’ve simply made our girl feel so good, she wants to scream—and we’re going to let her.”
Tait grinned again. “Outstanding.”
She threw a questioning stare at them both—until the control module for the wand appeared again in Tait’s grip. Her stare turned to a glare, she was certain of it. Were they serious?
Tait answered her question with one of his own. “Do you trust us, Hokulani?”
She closed her eyes. And nodded a slow yes.
“Dear fuck.” Tait murmured it this time. “Your submission is so gorgeous, baby.”
Kellan didn’t add anything to that. His body became a piston, hard and sculpted as his face, as he built up the rhythm of his thrusts again. Within seconds, the tension in her pussy coiled tighter. That forced her anus to constrict, doubling the pleasure of the wand’s pulsations. She looked up at Kellan with the same pleading look. You want me to scream? Well, here it comes, buddy.
Kellan curled his darkest satyr’s smile. “Muffle her, T-Bomb.”
His friend complied by clamping his big hand over her mouth, sealing her lips in as tight as duct tape. She was still able to breathe through her nose but being held down by him like this came as a sudden shock. A flagrant subjugation.
A turn-on like she’d never known.
“That’s good, baby,” Tait praised. “You’re making me hard all over again, just with the power of your incredible eyes.”
Kellan gripped her thigh, wrapping it harder against his muscled waits. “Now I want to hear her scream.”
“On the same page, brother.”
“Hit the wand again.”
The second Tait flipped the switch, Lani gave them what they wanted. The wand sounded like a small mixer, forcing Tait to slam down a pillow to drown its naughty grinds as it flailed her ass, vagina, and clit with a thousand pulses of fire. The magnificent torment tore through her body, ripping her throat open on a shriek of raw passion. A tidal wave of sensation slammed, threatening to rip her mind from the moorings of reality itself. She reached out, needing them both as anchors, gripping Tait’s neck with one hand and Kellan’s with the other. Their gazes darkened yet warmed at the same time. She could happily drown in the magic of their eyes.
“Good girl,” Tait murmured. “You’re our very good girl, Lani. You’re taking it so well, baby. God damn, your whole ass is vibrating. Kell, I wish you could feel this.”
“Who says I’m not?” Kellan opened his lips enough to let her see his clamped teeth. “God damn, starshine. My cock’s never felt anything like this before.”
Tait, the bastard, started pumping the wand in and out in time to Kellan’s plunges. Lani screamed harder against his hand. “Ohhhh, yeah,” he whispered. “That’s it, baby. Come for us one more time. Give it all to us.”
As if the walls of her vagina simply awaited his clearance, they thrummed and pounded, squeezing that special button inside that off her orgasm like a subsonic boom. Lani grinded her fingers into the guys’ necks as her heart stopped, her lungs seized, her mind flew, and her pussy detonated. Just a few seconds later, Kellan reached back and pulled the wand free in order to grab her ass with both his hands, leveraging her tunnel for his deepest drive. His orgasm started with his tight grunt and continued with tremors that shook every inch of his massive frame. At last he crushed her mouth in a kiss, pulling free the final knots on what little was left of her emotional composure.
The tears came, silent and potent, as she gazed up into the faces of the men who’d taken her body, her spirit, and her mind to places she’d never dreamed possible. Who’d forced her to shirk the silver domes, to befriend the voices on the wind, to unleash the wildest passions in her body. Who’d taught her that in her submission and softness, she could be her strongest. They were her two demons yet her matched angels. Her tormenters yet her rescuers. Her grey and gold. Her yin and yang.
Her heart and her soul.
The tears came harder. The realization wasn’t fair. Its timing was a more hideous injustice. Why did she have to recognize her feelings now, just hours from the moment that they’d leave this cottage to fight her battle?
All right, so the Army wasn’t flying in a whole battalion just because of her. The security of the whole country hinged on who triumphed at Hale Anelas, and she was confident the US would be that victor—but at what price? Had destiny brought her Kellan and Tait only to take them from her on the steps they’d defended last week?
“Lani?” Kell pulled his body from hers, tossed the condom aside, and stretch
ed out beside her, mirroring Tait’s posture. “Sweetheart, are you all right?”
Tait scraped the hair away from her face. “We didn’t hurt you, did we?”
“Was there something you didn’t like?”
“You should’ve said something—”
She cut them off with a misty laugh. “Excuse me, security? I need to file a report. Someone’s taken my two Doms and replaced them with these fourteen year-old girls.” After they fell into a sulky silence, she reached to the thick waves on both their heads and tugged hard. “Okay, how’s this for screwed-up teenager? I’m—I’m falling in love with you.” She sniffed to fill their thick silence. “Yeah, both of you. Feel better now?”
Kellan was the first to move. With a gaze luminous as spring mist, he leaned and claimed her lips beneath his in a tender caress. “Save room at the end of that drop, sweetheart, because here I come, too.”
She couldn’t let that one go without sobbing again. After Kell kissed her a few more times, she turned a tender smile toward Tait. He twisted his lips, clearly at war with himself about what to say. She pressed a protesting finger on the middle of all those sexy angles, ordering a halt to his battle. “It’s okay,” she said. “There’s no gold stars here for forced words. Just acceptance for the honesty in your eyes.”
He lifted his head in order to catch that finger between his lips. After tenderly suckling it, he flicked his gaze to his friend. “Hey, Kell?”
“Hmmm?”
“Did we do something seriously awesome on a mission and forget about it? Otherwise, I don’t get how a couple of dorks like us got gifted with a star like this.”
The lush curves of Kellan’s mouth gave way to their own smile. “I don’t think we should tempt the universe with that question, dude.”
Lani shot him a frown. “Why not?”
“Because it might realize it made a mistake.”
She stuck out her chin. “Well, it can’t do that.”
“Oh, no?” Tait kicked up his brows. “In our line of work, babe, you learn real fast about the universe.”
“The sadistic bastard,” Kellan put in.
“Gets his kicks on random take-backs.”
“Word.” Kellan swung a sideways fist into the air over her head. Tait met the bump, only to drop out of it then land his hand directly on her left breast. Not shockingly, Kell’s hand ended up in the same position on her right breast. “Damn,” he muttered. “Sorry about that. It has a will of its own sometimes.”
“Yeah,” Tait added. “Mine, too. Guess my hands just crave to touch things of beauty.”
While Lani giggled, Kellan gave a whistle of approval. “Nice save, brother.”
She took advantage of the chance to slide her hands up both their arms, savoring some beauty of her own in the form of their muscled landscapes before cupping both their prominent jaws once more. “Maybe I don’t want to be saved.”
They answered that with tandem growls, interrupting themselves long enough to take turns in kissing damn near every thought out of her mind.
Except for the truth behind her words.
I don’t want to be saved.
They were both here, in this shitty and dangerous situation, because of her. Because of the duty they felt to save her. She didn’t blame them for it. She didn’t even fault their profession for it. Gods, these two had probably spent their baby years “guarding” their teddy bears from the “evil force” of the washing machine. Protectiveness was branded into their DNA. Though maddening, it was simply another amazing fragment of why she loved them both.
That didn’t mean she couldn’t circumvent it. Especially when it was completely in her power to do so.
This entire situation would go away—if the caves beneath the ranch did.
Her heart cracked. But the fissure was wide enough to allow clarity in, along with its friend, determination. An added encouragement: the plot would be ridiculously easy to carry out. Swiftly, quietly, and alone. By the time the guys woke up and figured out what she was up to, the damage would be done. The tunnel, and nearly everything on top of it, would be gone.
It wouldn’t keep Kellan and Tait out of danger forever. Aue, every line of their job descriptions started with the word. It only meant that they wouldn’t be killed because of her. Not at the will of maggots like Cameron Stock and Gunter Benson. Not outside her front door.
Over the last few days, she’d heard them both lecturing Leo about making right choices. This was the right choice. Though the two men in her arms would never see it that way, her heart and soul voiced their firm approval to her plans. The heart and soul that hadn’t just been captured by these two amazing warriors but transformed by them. Changed from insecurity and suspicion to confidence and trust. Guided to becoming more of the person she wanted to be.
She owed them so much—and had no idea how she’d ever show them the real depths of her gratitude.
But she could start to try.
* * * * *
As she’d hoped, they both fell asleep. Yeah, they’d been slinging their macho soldier shit about taking turns for naps, but that was before both of them had their heads on real pillows and their bodies in a real bed, after working their toned asses off to give her some mind-bending orgasms in said bed.
They’d be out deep for only a few minutes. After the years they’d spent on missions, their minds were trained to pop in and out of REM sleep faster than most people changed TV channels. Even with that working for her, slipping out from between them wasn’t easy. Tait roused enough to loop her by the waist with a groggy protest about keeping her close. He called her “Hoku-lulu” this time, instead of “Luna,” which she wryly considered a step in the right direction, before telling him it wouldn’t be pretty if she didn’t pee soon. He’d let her go with no more objection then fell right back to sleep, thank the gods.
After that, she made a quick stop in the dining room with paper and pen in hand. She owed Leo an explanation, though already knew he’d understand what she was about to do. In his way, her little brother had fallen just as hard for “T-Boner” and “Slash-gasm” as she had.
Now she stood outside the cottage with the keys to their rental car in hand. Though she’d followed them here in the jeep, the rental ran quieter. Still, she vacillated. What if the guys heard her starting the car? Her ass, perhaps more, would be marked for the punishment of her life.
She huffed. “Who are you kidding, Hokulani? The second you drive out of here, the punishment’s a sure thing.” And every bone in her body told her Tait and Kell could make punishments as bad as they were good…
A shiver vibrated down to the soles of her feet.
“Knock it off,” she chastised herself. “You have the means to make this all go away—so get this party started and do it, damn it.”
Without another backwards glance at the cottage, she marched to the rental, got in, and drove off the base as quietly as she could.
Once she got to the highway, she opened up the engine—relatively speaking. The rental had the pickup power of three donkeys and a gopher, but it got the job done in getting her to the turn-off near Kaipo’s market. The store was dark. Not a surprise. The eighties alarm clock at the cottage had done a glaringly good job of telling her what time she got out of bed, meaning that by now, it was well past midnight. The big Samoan had long ago hung the Closed sign, probably a little early in order to take advantage of the great surfing weather, before going home to his gorgeous wife and three rambunctious boys.
For a tiny moment, she tried to imagine herself in the same kind of situation. A home full of laughter. Healthy, happy kids. A husband who worshipped the ground she walked on…
That was where the dream fell apart. Trying to envision Tait or Kellan in that role, without the other, shattered her fantasy. She didn’t want to dream of a life without loving them. She didn’t want to think of an earth without them on it. Which was why she was going through with this plan.
She filled in for Kaipo at the store
when he wanted to treat Natia and the boys to special trips, so it was easy to let herself into the store in order to retrieve the items she’d need. She left cash on the counter for the fire starter, flashlight, and batteries, then locked up again and made her way to the car.
Where Luna decided to pay her a fun little visit.
She shook her head to clear it of the presence, so recognizable now, who wafted into the fabric of her mind like a wisp of cool wind. Given the muggy heat of the night, she likely would’ve welcomed the intrusion under other circumstances. But she had a good idea of why the woman’s spirit had chased her down here and now. Unlike the first two occurrences, the timing on this one sucked like rain on a Sunday.
I’m not that easy to get rid of, girlfriend.
Lani sighed. “Are you here to lecture me about how they’re trained Special Forces professionals who confront danger like this every day?”
Why would I waste time on that? You already know it and are ignoring it. But I get that. I did the same thing, for the exact same reason. You think this could be the op where they won’t get lucky—and thank God you’re here to save them from their fatal date with destiny.
She smiled into the darkness. Since she knew every rut and bump in the road between here and home, she purposely left the car’s lights off, just in case Benson and Stock decided to stake an early claim on the ranch. “So you do understand,” she murmured.
Sure I do.
“Thank you.”
I also understand that if you get yourself captured or killed on this crazy stunt, it’ll destroy Kellan.
“Damn it.”
And Tait, too.
“You can go away now.”
Thankfully, her mind was silent after that.
Fortune smiled on her again; everything at the ranch was equally quiet.
After driving up the main road and passing the mansion, she turned down the truck road to the barn. The dirt lane was a mire of mud due to the heavier rains lately, making her doubt the decision not to take Kaipo’s delivery truck for this, but she knew if Benson and his “friends” were sneaking around, the rental would lend her the most anonymity. As an extra precaution, she snagged Tait’s Seahawks cap and tucked her hair beneath it. Now she appeared like every other island girl…who snuck around a barn in the middle of the night…proclaiming her devotion to the Seahawks.