by Katee Robert
She looked down, down, down to the sea below. “Did you have to build your damn pool on a cliff?”
“The whole house is on a cliff.” He lowered his head until his lips brushed her ear. “He’s watching.”
“Of course he is.” She pressed back against him, shivering at the feeling of his hard cock against her ass. “Are you ready for me to make it up to you?”
He nipped her ear. “I’m listening.”
“The pool steps.”
Galen didn’t need more urging than that. He tossed her over his shoulder, dunking her in the process, and carted her across the pool to the steps. Where he dropped her into the water again. Meg came up sputtering. “You’re such a dick.”
“Guilty.”
She pushed on his shoulders, guiding him back to sit on the top step. They sat at an angle, so Galen faced Theo. His gaze flicked over her head before settling on her face, all the confirmation she needed. Theo was watching them instead of lost in his own thoughts.
Now they just needed to tempt him into the water.
Kind of like how Theo and I had to tempt Galen into playing with us that first night.
She smiled at the memory and licked her lips. Galen looked like some sea god who’d wandered into the wrong body of water. His dark hair was slicked back, and droplets of water clung lovingly to his chest, descending in tantalizing drips to his stomach. Lower.
She ran her hands up his thighs as she stepped between them. The water didn’t quite hit her waist. This whole thing would work better if it was shallower, but she liked the picture Galen presented too much to tell him to move out of the pool. His cock jutted thick and heavy against his stomach. Oh yeah. This is going to be good. Meg shifted her hair over one shoulder, took a second to adjust her angle, and then dipped down and took Galen’s cock into her mouth. It would have been more comfortable to go to her knees on the bottom step, but they were giving Theo a show.
Galen, of course, figured it out immediately. “He’s starting right at your ass, baby. Water’s low enough, I bet if you lift your hips, he can see your sweet pussy. That’s where you want him, isn’t it? Driving into you while you suck me off.” He wrapped her hair around his fist and leaned back. “Fuck, if you could see yourself right now.” He went still. “Spread your legs a little more. Yeah, like that. Arch that spine, baby. He’s getting up.”
Meg obeyed. The water lapped at her pussy, its touch nowhere near strong enough to get her where she needed to be, and all the more erotic for the teasing. With Galen’s words wrapping around her, she could feel Theo’s gaze on that most private part of her, just like he described. Come play with us, Theo. Touch us. Suck us. Fuck us.
Us.
Was there ever a more erotic word in the English language?
Galen gave her hair a tug. “Don’t let his eye-fucking your pussy distract you from how you’re going to make up that little stunt to me. Suck me like you mean it.”
She shivered and ran one hand up to brace herself on his thigh and hip. With her free one, she cupped his balls, letting the water and her fingers play with him as she sucked him harder. Her jaw already ached from his size, but it was more than worth it to hear his quiet curse when his cock bumped the back of her throat. Meg withdrew completely and flicked her tongue around his crown and then down to his base. She belatedly realized that she’d closed her eyes somewhere along the way and opened them.
The way Galen watched her stole her breath from her lungs. He wasn’t just a man getting the blow job of a lifetime from a naked chick in a pool while his best friend looked on. His dark eyes held something beyond lust, beyond desire, beyond even possession.
“Brace yourself, baby.”
Her mouth was full of his cock, so she didn’t get a chance to ask him what he meant before hands closed around her hips and a cock was shoved deep inside. Theo withdrew and shoved into her again, hard enough that she lost control on Galen’s cock and took him deep enough to make her eyes water. Galen moved before she had a chance to. He yanked her off his cock—off both their cocks—and spun her around to land in his lap, with her legs on either side of his thighs. “You want to pound her pussy, Theo? To take your frustration out on her?” He dragged her finger through her wetness on display. “Here she is.”
She’d never seen Theo out of control before. His blue eyes held a legion of storms. He closed the new distance between them and shoved into her again, filling her completely. Galen braced her hips, holding her in place to take Theo’s thrusts, goading him on with his words. “That’s right, Theo. She’s wet and tight and ready for whatever you give her. Let go. She can take it.”
There it was again—that delicious feeling of being their plaything.
Theo caught her hip with one hand and Galen’s shoulder with the other, driving into her again and again, both of them holding her in pinned and open for him. It was…
There were no words.
Theo gave one particularly savage thrust and bent down to set his teeth against her neck. “This is what you wanted.”
“Yes.” She couldn’t wrap her legs around him so she ran her hands up his back, holding him as close as she could. “Give it to me, baby. Give it all to me.” All his anger and frustration and desire. Galen was right. She could take it.
She wanted to take it.
Galen hooked the back of Theo’s neck, towing him up for a kiss. “Let go. We’ve got you.”
Theo’s started moving again, fucking her against Galen’s chest as if he could merge the two of them—the three of them—if he just applied enough force. Meg relaxed into it, letting herself be buoyed between these two men. As if sensing her surrender, Galen shifted one hand down to stroke her clit, tightening the spiral of pleasure already coursing through her. With Theo’s face against one side of her neck and Galen’s breath ghosting across the other side… Perfection didn’t begin to cover it. They encompassed her. Overwhelmed her.
They made her feel safe.
Galen kept his stroking her clit to the tight little circles she loved even as Theo drove into her. He growled against her skin. “When he’s done with you, it’s my turn, baby. That blowjob just got me going, and I’m going to take it out on your pussy the same way Theo is right now.” He laughed, low and mean. “He’s riled up. A couple minutes to recover and he’s going to be ready for you again. How long can you hold up before you cry for mercy?”
“I can take it,” she gasped.
“Good. Because you damn well will.” He pressed down hard on her clit.
It was too much, just like he must have known it would be. Meg came with a cry, and Galen kept up that gloriously delicious touch as Theo went wild inside her, his strokes losing their rhythm as he cursed and came. He didn’t immediately pull out, though. He kept them sealed together as he ran a hand up the center of her body to bracket her throat. “Meg.”
He said her name like he owned her.
Like maybe she owned him, too.
He lifted her off Galen and nodded at his friend. “Chairs.”
“Yeah.”
Theo tossed her over his shoulder and walked up the stairs out of the pool. Meg slapped his ass. “I’m getting tired of being hauled around like some kind of war prize.”
“No, you’re not.”
No, she really wasn’t.
By the time they made it to the chair set Theo had been on earlier, Galen was already there with three towels. He draped one around her as soon as Theo set her on her feet and passed one to Theo. They dried with quick, efficient movements, but Meg couldn’t help glancing at Galen’s hard cock. He had made her a promise, after all.
“See something you like?”
“You know I do.”
He shook his head. “Shameless.”
“You like it.”
“Children,” Theo warned. He dropped into the same chair he’d occupied earlier. “Bend over the table, princess. Legs wide.”
The table was some kind of faintly rough rock—granite, maybe—and she shivered
as she obeyed. It was cold against her damp skin, rough against her sensitive nipples. She braced her hands flat on the table on either side of her head, giving herself over to whatever Galen would do. Doing something she spent so much of her life fighting tooth and nail against.
Surrendering.
Galen stepped between her spread legs, the hair on his thighs coarse against her skin. He speared a single finger into her. “You’ve filled her up, haven’t you, Theo? Left her all wet and ready for me.”
“You can thank me by sucking my cock later.”
Galen’s laugh rolled down her spine. “Believe me, I will.” He guided his broad cock into her in a single, steady thrust. She expected him to lose control the same way Theo had, but Meg should have known better. They were too well balanced to lose it at the same time, though she couldn’t help wondering what it would be like if they did.
If she’d survive it.
It would be a glorious way to go.
He leaned down, pressing himself against her back, pinning her between the cool rock and his warm body. “How you holding up, baby?”
Checking in.
Her chest felt too full, and it took her several breaths to formulate a response. “I’m good.”
“Mmmm.” He pumped slowly, letting her feel every inch of him. He touched her bandage, as if reassuring himself that it was intact. “I changed my mind. We’re going to do this a different way.” Galen pulled out of her and jerked his thumb at Theo. “Bed. Now.”
She half expected him to haul her in there, but he just took her wrist and towed her after him into the house. Galen sank onto the bed, seemed to consider and positioned himself with his head near the foot of the mattress. He pulled her on top of him and angled his cock into her. “Better.”
He was letting her control the pace. Letting her decide what was too much for her. The feeling in her chest got worse. Or maybe it was better. She couldn’t be sure. Meg bit her bottom lip. “Yeah. It’s good.”
Theo stood over them and gave his cock a rough stroke. Just like Galen had predicted, he was already growing hard again. God, what did they feed these Thalanian men? Theo glanced at her bandage, a flicker of guilt in his blue eyes. He met her gaze and some of wildness retreated. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
His mouth twisted. “Would you tell me if I had?”
“I would tell you if you had.” Galen reached up and grabbed Theo’s hands, pulling him to the edge of the bed. “Focus, asshole. You want that blowjob or not?”
Theo traced them with his gaze, starting at the top of Meg’s head, caressing her face, lingering over her breasts and where she was joined with Galen’s cock, and then up Galen’s chest to this face. “Yeah, Galen, I want you to suck my cock. I’m just as irritated at you for that little show as I am at her.”
“I know.” He didn’t sound the least bit sorry.
As Theo braced himself on the mattress and guided his cock into Galen’s mouth. Meg started moving as she watched him disappear through Galen’s lips. “Oh god.” It had been good watching them fuck. Better than good, though there was a healthy dose of longing and spurned lust in there. Riding Galen’s cock while he sucked off Theo? She braced her hands on Galen’s chest and moved faster, chasing her pleasure even as Theo’s danced across his expression.
“You two are nothing but trouble,” Theo muttered, thrusting deep, his blue eyes gone dark. “How am I supposed to figure out a way through this with you playing in the pool, sucking his cock and flashing that pussy at me as if I’m going to ignore such a blatant invitation.” He rode Galen’s mouth even as she rode his cock. “That’s right, Galen. You know how I like it.”
It was too good. Too good and too perfect and she just wanted to make it even more so. Meg leaned back and reached down to cup Galen’s balls. “Think I can make him come before you blow?”
Theo gave her a wicked smile. “We’ll find out.”
Galen shifted, grasping her hip with one hand and Theo’s thigh with the other. He urged on her strokes and as she played with his balls. It wasn’t enough. His control was too good. Already, pleasure danced along her nerve endings, teasing her with another orgasm to match the first. She fought it, trying to prolong the perfection of the moment. Meg pressed two fingers to his ass as she thrust down, grinding over him. Galen’s hand spasmed on her hip and then he was coming, filling her up. Oh god, oh god, oh god, that feels so good.
Theo withdrew from Galen’s mouth. “On your stomach.” He glanced at Meg. “She looks like she needs another orgasm, don’t you think?”
Galen hauled himself up, toppling her onto her back. He kissed Meg like he needed her more than he needed air, and then shifted to the side and stroked a hand down to cup her pussy. “Next time, you ride my mouth, while he rides my ass.”
She shivered and opened her legs wider. “Yes.” Meg watched Theo grab the lube and position himself behind Galen. Yesyesyesyesyes.
Galen laughed against her neck. “You love watching us, don’t you?”
No point in lying. “It gets me halfway there just by being in the room.”
Galen pushed two fingers into her as Theo guided his cock into his ass. His hand mimicking Theo’s hips, fucking her even as he was fucked. Meg twisted and kissed him, riding his hand as she came. She melted back to the mattress, watching them through her haze of pleasure. “You’re the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen. Especially like this.” The way Theo watched Galen… There was no doubt in her mind that they loved each other. She’d never doubted it.
For the first time since this all started, Meg allowed herself to dream that they might look at her the way they looked at each other.
That they might love her, too.
16
Meg woke up wrapped around Theo. On his other side, Galen spooned him as if trying to protect Theo with his own body, even in sleep. Both their expressions were relaxed. It didn’t exactly make them look innocent—nothing short of a miracle could do that—but it was as if they’d put down their respective burdens for a little while. They were lighter.
She wanted to bundle them up and keep them here forever. To say to hell with their respective obligations and responsibilities and to throw out her life plan and just be together and pursue their happiness.
I love them.
Meg’s breath caught in her chest, fluttering on panicked wings. No, she couldn’t possibly love them. They hadn’t even been together three weeks. People did not fall in love in three weeks. Not even with funny, calculating, ambitious exiled princes. Or with their grumpy, driven, protective bodyguards.
She could tell herself it was the sex clouding her judgment, but it would just waste precious time to circle back to the same conclusion. Somewhere along the way, she’d gone and fallen for them both. Maybe it was when Theo had carried her across an entire fucking field to get them to safety. Or when he’d spoken about his parents, his country. The exact moment didn’t matter, because he’d slipped beneath her defenses and compromised her heart.
With Galen, she could pinpoint the exact moment.
Yesterday. In the kitchen. With his concern for Theo palpable in the room. The softness beneath his spiky exterior.
God, she was so screwed.
She slipped out of bed and made a quick trip to the bathroom. After doing her business, she splashed water onto her face and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t look that different than she had three weeks ago. A little more tanned, maybe. Her body all sorts of marked up with the evidence of amazing sex with two men. She’d put on a little weight and had lost a little of the gaunt look she’d fallen into over the summer.
But she just looked like herself.
Like Meg.
She shook her head and slipped out of the bathroom. Both men were still asleep, but even after the time away from New York, she wasn’t used to resting so much. The last two weeks were different, because she’d been healing, but now that she felt better all around, restlessness stole through her. Ma
ybe hiding out here for the rest of our lives isn’t such a foolproof plan.
The house was set up in an upside-down U, with the kitchen and living area on one side and the bedroom on the other. There were no doors between them, but it gave the illusion of privacy without sacrificing an inch of the view from the windows that stretched along the entire wall facing the Aegean Sea.
She padded into the kitchen and rustled around until she found the coffee. It took another few minutes to decipher the coffeemaker, but eventually Meg had it going. She stretched as the tantalizing scent drifted through the kitchen and smiled. Coffee makes everything better.
Meg turned to the windows and froze.
A man stood on the other side. He was tall—taller than both Galen and Theo—and dressed entirely in black from his shirt to his jeans to his boots. Brown hair with the kind of bronzed skin that spoke of either hours spent in the sun or really excellent genetics. A gnarled scar around his throat where it looked like someone tried to garrote him.
And he had a gun pointed directly at her chest.
She lifted her hands, but considering she was standing there naked as the day she was born, the gesture didn’t make sense. He pointed at the sliding glass door, and she hesitated. Was the glass bulletproof? It seemed like something Galen would have installed in a house he owned. He was paranoid like that.
But she couldn’t guarantee it.
If she let him in, he could kill them all.
If she didn’t let him in, he could shoot his way through the window and kill them all.
Her options sucked.
“Open the door, baby.”
She jumped. She couldn’t see Galen around the section of the wall separating the bedroom from the rest of the house, but apparently his spidey senses had tingled and he was awake. Thank god. She inched to the door, painfully aware of the gun trained at her chest. She flipped the lock and scrambled back.
