Holiday in Danger (20 page)

“So that means you’re stuck here for a few more days.”

Trent nodded.

“Good.” She reached out and grabbed his hand. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Ian shifted on the cushion and Holly reached for him, too. “And you can’t leave. It’s your house.”

“I have a boat, I could—”

“Shut up. You will do no such thing.” Holly scooted back until she could look at both men at once. “I don’t know what either one of you is thinking or what we’re going to do, but I’m not ready to give you up. Either of you.”

“We’re not going anywhere, Holly.” Trent rubbed his thumb over her knee. “Ian and I talked and, well, we—”

Ian interrupted. “We’re hopelessly in love with you.”

Holly blinked. “You are?” Her head swiveled back and forth, and both men nodded. She broke out into a grin. “I love you, too!”

She couldn’t believe it. She knew her feelings, but to hear it from Trent and Ian? That they were as crazy as she was? Holly pinched herself until she yelped.

“Are you okay?” Trent sat forward and ducked until she looked up.

“Yep. Just checking to make sure I’m not dreaming. Or hallucinating.”

“You did take a nasty blow to the head.”

“Hey! Watch it!”

Ian laughed and relaxed back into the couch and Holly did the same. After a moment, Trent followed suit.

“So are we totally nuts?”

“No. It’s not traditional, but I’ve seen it work. Summer and Blake and Devin are happy. If they can find a way, so can we.”

“Is that what you want?” Trent’s voice had an edge of nerves and it made Holly smile.

“I want to try. Before Brandon and Ivy, I’d been beating myself up over all of this. I pushed Ian away because he had money. I pushed you away because you’d left. But what I should have been doing was letting the past go.”

Holly straightened up. “My mother made bad choices because that’s what she did. If it wasn’t money, it would have been something else. Brandon was an asshole because his father ignored him. He might have focused on his inheritance, but money didn’t make him that way. He was already gone.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I’m sorry it took almost dying for me to realize I can be happy in Midnight Cove. If you and Trent are here, then I’ve got everything I need. Who cares about what other people say?”

Ian leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. “You’re one of the strongest people I know, Holiday Jones.”

Trent rubbed her shoulder and leaned close. “Same here.”

“Well then, what are you both waiting for? There’s an empty bed upstairs calling my name.”

Ian stood. “Bed sounds like a perfect idea. You need to rest.”

“That’s not what I had in mind.”

He held out his hand. “You’re hurt, Holly. You need to recuperate.”

She batted his hand away and stood up on her own. “No. I need you…” she pointed at Ian and then at Trent, “…and you, upstairs and naked. That’s all the recuperation I need.”

“You’re bossy, you know that?”

Holly shrugged and pushed past Ian. “I like to think of it as independent.”

Trent scooped her up from behind and Holly let out a shriek. “Put me down!”

“If you won’t go to bed, then you should conserve your strength.”

“I don’t need to be carried every time we go upstairs.”

“I know. But sometimes you have to let us take care of you.”

Holly rolled her eyes, but draped her arms around his neck. “Fine. But I meant what I said. No sleeping. At least not yet.”

TRENT

H
E
SQUEEZED
H
OLLY
tight against him before setting her down on the bed. Trent couldn’t get over how his life had come full circle.

If anyone had asked him if he’d ever move back to Midnight Cove, he’d have laughed them out of the room. That place? No way. But Holly had changed all that.

The way she looked at him with her big brown eyes full of love. The way she knew just where to touch him to send all of his thoughts to the back of his mind. He couldn’t find that with anyone else.

And Ian? He glanced up at his new partner in way more than business. The man gave her what Trent couldn’t. Stability. Humor. A bit of class. Trent would always be rough around the edges and he’d never be comfortable pushing paper behind a desk.

If Ian could be the man Holly could snuggle up against every night, Trent could be the man she ran to when he walked in the door.

He brushed her hair off her face and leaned in. She smelled like flowers and sunshine and everything he’d never known he missed. “If you hadn’t smashed chocolate cake all over me a few weeks ago, we wouldn’t be standing here.”

Holly smiled and reached for his shirt buttons. “I always knew I’d do great things with chocolate dessert.”

Trent took over and undid the last button before pulling his shirt off his shoulders. “I still think you should rest.”

“And I think maybe you need another cake in your face. Stop babying me. I’m fine.”

He shook his head. He’d never get over her determination. She ran her hands over his skin and he stopped protesting.

She wanted to erase all the memories of Brandon and Ivy with an orgasm? He and Ian could provide. Over and over again.

Trent unbuckled his pants as Ian stepped up behind Holly. While they’d been talking, Ian’d been stripping. He stood behind her, naked and hard, and Trent kicked his pants to the side. Never in a million years had he thought this would work. Two men and one woman? But it did.

Ian tugged Holly’s pants down and off her body and Trent caught her shirt. He pulled it up and tossed it away and she was there, naked and ready and all theirs. Forever.

He took her by the shoulders and steered her to the bed. Everything he wanted was safe and right there, waiting for him.

Ian climbed up behind them and Holly lay back onto his bare thighs. Perfect. Trent leaned over and stroked her breasts with his hands, teasing the soft peaks before licking one into his mouth. Around he swirled, coaxing her nipple into a hard nub. Holly arched against him, thrusting her breasts into his face, begging for more.

That’s it, baby.
She moaned and Ian captured her mouth, kissing away the sound as Trent spread her legs. He ground against her, his dick rubbing against her folds and pushing them apart.

Over and over he stroked her with his solid shaft, coating himself in her juices and swelling her tender skin until she whimpered in need. He licked her other nipple and she cried out, digging her nails into his back and bucking against him.

At last, Ian broke their kiss.

“Trent, please.” Her words came out rough and eager. “I need you inside me.”

She reached for him, but Ian grabbed her arms. He leaned over and flicked her earlobe. “How bad?”

Holly wrapped her legs around Trent’s hips and nudged him with her heels, but he wouldn’t budge. “Answer him, Holly.”

She opened her eyes and found Trent’s in the dim light. “I’m desperate. I want you to fuck me.”

“My pleasure.” He pulled back and thrust, cutting through her wet heat until he’d buried himself completely. Her body spasmed around him, shaking uncontrollably as an orgasm ripped through her.
Damn
. She wasn’t kidding. He rocked her through every spasm, massaging her clit in easy strokes until her quivering subsided.

He never thought he’d have this with anyone, let alone share it with another man. But the way Holly came apart in their arms? It wasn’t just the sex. It was the connection. Love. He’d never stop wanting her. Needing her.

She was his future.

* * *

HOLLY

“Don’t stop.” Holly whimpered as she came down from her high. “Please don’t stop.”

She’d never come so fast in her life, but it wasn’t nearly enough. She needed Trent and Ian to wreck her—to drive her to exhaustion and beyond. To wring every last orgasm from her body until she collapsed.

Ian
 
slid back as he bent down to capture her lips. “Don’t worry. We won’t.”

As Ian thrust his tongue inside her mouth, Trent rocked back and filled her. Hard. Every pump of his hips sent her skidding up the mattress, closer to Ian’s waiting body. God, she wanted him too. She wanted both of them inside her and all over her. Coming with her.

She twisted in Ian’s grasp and he released her. “Come here. I want you.”

Ian grinned and took her head in his hands, angling her upper body to the side as Trent held her hips. She opened her mouth and as Trent filled her from below, Holly took Ian inside her mouth.
Oh!
Hot and hard and ready for her. His cock filled her mouth and bumped the back of her throat and Holly came alive.

Complete abandon and surrender to two male bodies—it was indescribable. Electric. Trent picked up speed, pounding into her, forcing himself deeper inside until the slap of their bodies filled her ears.

Spit dribbled down her chin and she wrapped her fingers around Ian’s shaft, stroking where she couldn’t reach with her lips or tongue.
 

Everything she wanted was right there—both men driving their cocks inside her. To hell with everyone who’d say this was wrong. Holly’d never been more sure of herself. She loved these two men and they loved her and together they’d make magic.

With a groan, Trent thrust hard and sharp. His cock throbbed inside her channel as his orgasm took over, pumping his seed over and over into her depths. She let go of Ian and sagged against the mattress as Trent leaned over her sweat-soaked skin.

* * *

IAN

Fuck
. Watching Trent come apart inside Holly was unbelievable. Ian slid off the bed as Trent caught his breath, his cock still buried inside her swollen sex.

Ian stroked his own shaft, still wet with her spit. He wanted to make her see stars.

As he stepped closer, Trent rose up. His shaft slipped out and Holly groaned at the loss. But she didn’t have to wait long.

Ian slid to the floor and took Trent’s place between her legs. He nuzzled her skin, rubbing his face against her heat. With a gentle grip, he tugged her thighs, scooting her forward until her ass rested on the edge of the mattress and her whole world was open to him. A mix of Trent’s release and hers coated her swollen folds, and her clit peeked out from its hood.

Perfect
. Ian licked, wide and slow, and Holly arched above him, sliding her hands back to find something to hold onto. She found Trent’s hands and gripped them tight as Ian pushed her thighs apart.
 

He spread her wide, opening her body as he licked her harder. Thrusting his tongue inside her slick channel, he lapped at the tender skin, making her tremble and her muscles clench his tongue. God, he could do this all night.

She cried out in short tiny gasps as he fell into rhythm licking and thrusting inside. She bucked her hips, reaching forward with one hand to run her fingers through his hair. She gripped at the long strands, tugging and pulling and massaging his head.

He’d never get tired of the way Holly responded to him—to both of them—and he’d always be ready for more. All the women he’d dated. All the not-good-enoughs he’d settled for over the years. Now he knew why they never satisfied him. He’d been waiting for her. A woman who could handle him and Trent—not just in the bedroom, but as part of her life.

Ian knew he’d spend the rest of his life showing her how grateful he was she’d come back. Starting right now. With a growl, he leaned in and sucked her clit into his mouth. Holly cried out and an orgasm shook her body so hard, her thighs jumped off the mattress.

He should stop and let her rest, but he knew she wasn’t done. She’d be curling up in a ball or pushing him away, not tugging him up her body while she still trembled.

Her words came out drunk on pleasure. “I want you inside me.”

Ian grinned and looked up at Trent. He leaned close and whispered in her ear. “How about you take us both?”

* * *

HOLLY

She lolled against the mattress as Ian flipped her onto her stomach.
Mmm. Yes.

Trent sat on the bed, legs out straight and he took her by the hand. “Up here, baby. That’s it.” He guided her on top of his body and she sagged against him. His cock pressed against her tender clit and as Ian slid up behind, a wave of pleasure coursed through her.

She knew what they wanted. She wanted it too. It’d been too close of a call—too much danger and risk. She wanted to feel them inside her, both of her men giving her all they had. Then she could rest. Then she could heal.

Ian coated her backside in slippery lube and slid his fingers back to the tight, puckered ring of her ass. He circled, rubbing his fingers around and around and a new tingle of pleasure broke through her haze.

As she forced her body to relax, Ian pressed first one and then a second finger against her, working back and forth until they slipped inside. She tensed, but Trent was there, stroking her arms and shoulders and rocking up and down against her clit. His shaft rubbed the swollen nub and soon discomfort turned to bliss.

Ian worked his fingers in and out, pressing until they were buried to the knuckle. With gentle movements, he scissored them, widening her more and more with every stretch. Her ass burned, but in a slow, liquid way—part pain, part pleasure.