Authors: Angel Payne
“Damn.” Kellan’s
snarl was as rough as Tait’s, coaxing the savage need deeper through her blood.
“You two look fucking hot.”
“It’s because of
her.” Tait it against her lips.
“Well, it’s
not
because of you, brother.”
Lani giggled. Though
Tait responded with a smile, his gaze remained solemn. “It really is because of
you.” He followed the murmur by bracketing her cheeks with his hands, forming a
tunnel between his face and hers. “Your courage, back there in the garden…
aiwaiwa
,
dreamgirl.
Mahalo
, Hokulani.”
Fingers of
emotion clutched the bottom of her throat as he raised his lips to hers once
more. The offering of her native words, followed by his tender worship of a
kiss, was like telling the creature in her blood to roll over and accept a long,
luxurious caress. She returned his kiss with speechless wonder, finally seeing
the depth of what she’d done for him in opening up about an experience she’d
pushed off as a weird mind trick so many months ago. His adoration moved her. Humbled
her.
“Stop,” she
finally chastised in a whisper. “Tait, I don’t need or deserve what you’re—”
He vetoed her
protest with another mouth-meshing kiss. This embrace was deeper than before.
Hotter. Glutted with more intense sweeps of his tongue, with a new grip of his
hand on her head. When they dragged apart, Tait used that hold to tug her head
back, making her gasp from the illicit sting through her scalp. He groaned
while redirecting his mouth to her throat, scraping her skin with his teeth
before openly licking the burn away.
“I’ll be making
the calls on what you deserve,” he charged, “and for that matter, on what you
need.” He gently bit into the valley where her jaw met her neck. “And on the
gratitude we’re both going to show you, once we get back to the house.”
Kellan’s groan
was an open sanction on that. “Damn straight,” he added.
Lani shook her
head, an action of new desperation. She pried her eyes open, hoping he saw the
root of her protest. The she-beast in her bloodstream was hot, hungry, and impatient.
It twisted urgent heat into the tips of her breasts, slunk fevered fire through
her belly and thighs, and danced a demanding beat through every inch of her
pussy, still riding the massive ridge between Tait’s thighs.
He said he’d
know what she needed. Well, she needed them both. Here. Now. Before she recalled
her promise to last night’s midnight rain. Before reality reminded her of why
she’d made the oath to fate, that giving in to her lust for their bodies and
her need for their touches would only worsen the pain of saying good-bye to
them next week. In exponential chunks.
Regrets for another
time.
“Please,” she
rasped, making her way toward the middle of his mouth. Tait’s gaze had been
full of questions, but when she snuck her tongue between his lips, touching the
tip of her tongue to his, his vacillation ended on another impassioned hiss.
When they
emitted tandem moans, Kellan slowed the car. “What’s wrong?” he demanded.
Tait tilted his
head to meet his buddy’s eyes in the rear view mirror. “Do you have condoms on
you?”
Kell chuffed. “Does
a boy scout know how to start a campfire?”
“Thank fuck.”
“Why?”
“Pull over.”
“
What
?”
“She’s not going
to last. And frankly, neither am I.”
There was a
long, torturous pause. “Lani?” Kellan finally called out.
Tait groaned.
She joined him though laughed a little at the end. “Stop the damn car, Sergeant
Rush. I need my yin—
and
my yang.”
His husky laugh
filled the air. “Willingly obeyed, goddess—but enjoy your time on the throne
now. Once I get back there, you’re at
my
mercy.”
“
That’s
my best friend talking,” Tait approved. Lani laughed, until he tucked his head
and recaptured her lips in a fierce, plunging of a kiss. She surrendered with a
long sigh, guessing her mouth would be wonderfully bruised tomorrow—and hoping
many other body parts would be in the same basket.
The second
Kellan slowed the jeep and turned it off the road, Tait unclicked the seatbelt,
too. He flung the restraint aside with a snarl then reset his voracious gaze on
her. With his locked teeth showing between his parted lips, he jammed her skirt
to her waist, clawed both hands to her hips then thrust her body atop his with
the raw strength in his long fingers. It was primal and brutal and wonderful,
matched by the jeep’s rocking force as Kellan guided them beneath a copse of
thick trees. Lani grabbed the back of the seat with one hand and his neck with
the other, a move that jammed her cleavage directly in his face. He reacted
with a long, pleasured growl.
“Damn,” he
uttered. “Opportunity knocks, dreamgirl.”
He punctuated that
by suckling the side of her right breast, sending a thousand shards of heat
across her sensitive skin. That was only his opener. He used his nose to tunnel
beneath her dress, inching his mouth over her bra until he teethed her nipple through
the lace. Lani let him feel the all-over shiver he incited from the nasty
little stab, throwing back her head in carnal bliss. Her eyes slid shut as both
her areolas puckered, shoving her erect nipples against her clothes, bringing
on a harder tremble. “H-how do you kn-know exactly how to d-do that?”
“Ssshhh.” He
issued it while sliding his mouth to her other breast, dropping enticing nips
on her skin along the way, until he sucked in her waiting flesh with a groan of
sensual hunger.
“
Kamahaˋo
!”
Gods, the man had a talented tongue. He circled her nipple over and over, abrading
her skin with the lace he’d soaked, turning the treatment into an exquisite
lesson in how to make a woman wet even before her panties came off. Both her
breasts pulsed and throbbed. So did every inch of her sex. Trickles of arousal continued
permeating her deepest tunnel, preparing her for the full pleasure promised by
Tait’s mouth and hands. Her need became a deafening refrain when Kellan cut the
engine and set the brake.
In her
periphery, she caught the lithe flash of his body as he rolled out of the
driver’s door then opened the one behind it, his moves smooth as a hero from an
action movie. Then he was there, filling the opening, dark and glorious and
huge—and practically burning away her dress with the power of his thunder-gray
eyes. Without veering his gaze by an inch, he fired, “Why is she still
dressed?”
Though Tait
afforded his friend a little glance, his head barely budged from the valley
between her breasts. “Did you want me to have all the fun, dude?”
“Looks like you
already were.”
“No way.” Tait
rolled his hands under, fully encompassing both swells of her ass in order to
spread her thighs a little wider. “We’re just starting things. Aren’t we,
dreamgirl?”
She had no idea
how she managed her answering nod, especially when Kellan interrupted it to
lift her face for his own conquering kiss. As he explored her mouth with his
commanding tongue, Tait peeled back her dress then unhooked the front clasp of
her bra, spilling her naked breasts toward his greedy mouth.
Finally
.
She whined in gratitude as his lips explored her aching nipples once more, making
her fists curl and her blood ignite. But Kellan’s mouth evoked the opposite
effect, melting her muscles, reminding her it was okay to be soft and
surrendering. They really were her yin and yang. The two halves of her desire.
The accelerants of all her body’s fires…and the only saviors from those flames.
They touched her like they’d been rehearsing for it, each knowing what need the
other’s actions would instigate in her then shifting to fill that need with a
perfect kiss or touch.
As if they’d
both been prepared for her.
She let out a
stunned gasp. When her eyes flashed open, too, Tait was there, consuming her
vision with his burnished beauty. He lifted a hand to her face, delving his
gaze into hers. A smile spread across his lips. She was certain he’d not only
read her thoughts, but understood them.
“Baby.” His
voice was thick with meaning. “It’s okay. Turn off the thoughts and simply open
the feelings.”
She ducked her
face away. “But it’s—too much. So much.”
Kellan was
there, too. His lips pressed the top of her head. “What is it, starshine? What’s
wrong?”
Tait drew in a
long breath. “It’s all coming together for her. Angel’s voices are one thing.
The reality of destiny fulfilling them is another.”
She swallowed.
How could he be so damn calm about saying something like that? “I—I don’t know
how to—”
Feel about this. Or how to process it. Or what to do about it
.
Angel’s voices? Destiny? What happened to this being just a fun fling with a
couple of hot soldiers, both of whom she’d sworn off for good not more than
twelve hours ago? Now she clung to them like life rings in the storm they’d
brought. And hated them for it. And needed them for it.
“I know it’s big
and overwhelming.” Kellan skimmed his mouth along her neck. “Do you trust us to
make it better? To burn it away for you?”
She let her head
fall to the side, weighted by her thoughts but freed by his light kisses. “I
want nothing more,” she confessed in a rasp.
Kellan raised
his lips to her forehead. “Us, too, sweetheart. Us, too.”
She dragged her
eyes open a little, gazing up at him and then at Tait. “Don’t take turns,” she
pleaded. “I want—I
need
—” A surge of embarrassment stopped her. Not that
she had any other life experiences to draw on for comparison, but common sense
dictated that calling the shots on a threesome with two men the size of trucks
was
not
in the approved manual.
“What?” Kellan
filled in her hesitant pause, which came as a surprise. “Look at me and tell me
what you need, Lani.” He hooked a finger to her jaw and used it as a rudder to
guide her face, now widened by astonishment, back toward him. “Look at me and
tell me. And why don’t you call me ‘Sir’ when you do so, as well?”
Well, that
solidified a suspicion.
He’d
taken up mind reading, too—and Lani
couldn’t wait to satisfy his mandate. Following Tait’s orders last night, being
the sole subject of his attention and the object of his domination, had made
her feel desired, valuable, and special—feelings that had been missing from her
world for a very long time. While Kellan had brought her to a shattering climax
after the spanking, she’d wondered what things would’ve been like had he accessed
“Sir Kellan” and joined him to Tait’s command. What would it be like to have
both these beautiful hulks to direct her, use her, dominate her?
The
consideration made her quiver from head to toe, but she managed to fumble past
the discomfort. “I need to have you both…Sir,” she stammered. “I want both of
you, filling me at once.” She flicked a shy glance up at them. “When you both
take me at once, I’m overwhelmed. Transported. It’s—” One more attempt at a
smile. No use. A blush overwhelmed her, instead. “It’s amazing. Please, can we
maybe…do what we did last night?”
Tait was the
first to respond. He raised his head to brush her lips with his. “Liked that,
did you?”
“Yes, Sir. Very
much.” The formal address flowed naturally. If they were
going to have a
replay of the scene from Franzen’s living room, then why not? The man’s smile,
made even more roguish by his off-kilter canine, gave her more hope of that
possibility.
All too soon,
his expression sobered again. “First things first, dreamgirl,” he dictated.
“Off with the dress.” With the hand he still had at her hip, he twisted the
waistband of her panties and gave a brutal tug. “That takes care of that.”
Satisfaction toughened his tone. “Slash-man, pop the seat back on your side. I’ve
got this one.”
Sure enough, as
soon as she’d peeled off her dress, she found herself naked and prone atop Tait,
who flashed devilish gold from his eyes and raw sin from his lips. The man’s
face tightened as Kell tugged her bra all the way off, officially making her
their nude, vulnerable play toy. The comprehension was a little scary but a lot
more arousing. The guys only heightened the impression with their mutual growls,
both filled with sensual expectation.
Kellan continued
the sound while sliding fully behind her. He swept his huge, forceful hands
along her thighs, around her hips, over her spread buttocks. As he skimmed a
finger across the sensitive cleft of her rear hole, she gasped in new
awareness, only to have her breath stolen by Tait, who pulled her down for another
wanton kiss. As their tongues tangled, she began to writhe. She needed more of
his hard sex against her aching pussy. She also needed more of Kellan’s
powerful hands on her flesh.
She just
needed…more. Of everything.
“God
damn
,”
Tait grated when their mouths finally parted. “If we could bottle your passion,
dreamgirl, we’d put nuclear pirates out of business.”
“Hell yeah,”
Kellan added. “She’s perfect, isn’t she? Fuck. I have a new favorite view.”
Tait laughed a
little. “And we’ve only just begun. My dick’s still trapped. And
not
happy
with me about it.”