Heart of the Storm (Triple Diamond Book 4)

by Gemma Snow

  “Promise, Hollie,” Cade added. He stopped kissing her neck and Sawyer stopped moving his fingers below the hem of her shirt at the same moment, and Hollie sighed, though the sound came out petulant and needy.

  In the firelight, Sawyer raised one thick eyebrow, and he brought his hand to her mouth to rub his thumb across her swollen lower lip.

  “Brat,” he murmured. “I look forward to teaching you a lesson. Starting with taking direction properly, Hollyhock. If you want more, you’re going to have do as you’re told.”

  Hollie hadn’t exactly been celibate in her years away from Montana and all the secrets it held. She’d indulged in her fair share of adventurous sex, the kind that fit the way she lived her life. An experience or several in a specific club in downtown Denver had taught her that being told what to do was something that worked two hundred percent of the time, but nothing had prepared her for the controlled, measured command in Sawyer’s voice, or the rough hold of Cade’s hand wrapping her wrists together behind her back.

  “I promise,” she managed, her voice husky and unfamiliar. “Now, God, please someone touch me.”

  Neither of them moved.

  “You want to be fucked on the table?” Sawyer asked. “Right in front of the window, spread out and displayed for the world to see?” It went without saying that not a soul without a death wish was outside in the current storm, but Hollie felt the weight of those words regardless.

  “Yes,” she managed. “On the table. Both of you.”

  Both of you.

  As if she hadn’t been dreaming of this moment, this fantasy for years. As if the table, the couch, the bed, the floor, hell, her backyard, hadn’t factored in the way these two men had taken her. She’d fantasized about them on their own too, but those specific lonely nights, the ones where she gave herself over to the truly depraved desires, had looked a hell of a lot like this.

  Sawyer pressed his finger into her mouth and she yielded to him without question, sucking him deep and not bothering to hide the groan that escaped her lips at the sensation. She wanted so much more, but she had no doubt that Cade and Sawyer would play by their own rules, ones that would undoubtedly turn her entire body into rubber by the end of the night.

  “What do you think, Easton?” Sawyer asked. “Should we give the lady what she wants?”

  It was the first time she’d heard Sawyer ask Cade a question without a bite to his tone, and her heart swelled at the idea that they could come together—for her.

  But Cade shook his head, and God, for playing the good-boy role so fucking well, that man could smirk like a pirate captain before a raid. His dark eyes were lidded and the smile on his face promised pleasure like she’d never known before. From their kiss earlier in the week, Hollie already knew, could already guess what their coming together would be like, how it would push her body to the very limits.

  “She’s not desperate enough yet,” he said to Sawyer, though he was looking directly at her. “Gonna make you scream my name tonight, Hollie. And you’re gonna love every fucking second of it.”

  “Right up until she screams my name louder,” Sawyer replied, and though she wasn’t looking at him, she could hear the arrogant smirk in his voice too.

  “If someone doesn’t fucking touch me, I swear to God, I’ll do it myself,” Hollie muttered. She kicked her shoes off and pulled her sweatshirt over her head to toss it somewhere to the side. She pulled the ponytail down too until her hair curled over her bare shoulders, then started on her pants.

  “That’s quite enough of that,” Sawyer muttered. He pushed her back on the table and began the slow work of unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. He made a point of brushing over her skin with every inch of denim he pushed down and Hollie tried to arch into his touch until Cade’s strong hand pressed down into her hip.

  “Let us take care of you, Hollie,” he said. “Trust us. Or at least trust me and let Sawyer figure it out…” His tone was teasing, though, with none of the menace he normally used to speak with Sawyer. But then he moved one hand to the strap of her tank top and pulled it down, exposing the light blue lace bra below, and she wasn’t thinking too much about the inexplicable male ego, except in regard to how it made her feel. She didn’t afford herself too many luxuries out in the field—her shirts were regulation, her boots meant for work and not design, but she loved a nice set of lingerie.

  Judging by the dark groan that had just come from Cade’s throat, so did he.

  “I never thought I’d be grateful for a government windbreaker,” he muttered. “But if I knew you were walking around wearing this every day, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything.”

  “It’s a match set,” Sawyer growled, when he pulled her jeans free and tossed them to the side. She felt exposed and desired, half on the conference table in her lingerie, loose hair spilled across her breasts.

  “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he added. He positioned himself between her legs and slid down to his knees. Cade brought one hand up to her breast and slowly began to tease the swollen flesh. She needed more—her body was already right at the edge of control and resistance and they were tempting her slowly, kisses to the inside of her thigh, not-enough touches across her swollen nipples. Cade brushed her with the tip of his thumb and she hissed at the contact.

  “More.” Honestly, the only word she could come up with right now. He wasted no time. He leaned over the table and took her lace-clad nipple into his mouth, brushing it gently with his teeth.

  “Bite me, fuck, Cade, please…” It was garbled and mumbled, but she seemed to get the meaning across just fine because he pressed his teeth into her swollen flesh, the hum of pain and pleasure a beautiful riptide across her entire body. He bit harder this time and the need between her legs increased, slick heat building up her spine.

  “You like a little a pain with your pleasure,” he muttered. “That can be arranged.” He wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her up to meet his kiss, all the while massaging her swollen breasts. Her mind was so wrapped around the way he felt against her mouth that she nearly lost it when Sawyer pressed his lips to her wet panties.

  The sensation was overwhelming and not nearly enough at the same time. His thick beard tickled the inside of her legs, made her ache for more texture, more touch, something that would help her ride the mounting pressure.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he growled against her pussy, the words sending vibrations through her body that made Hollie arch up in need and frustration. “Gonna be so fucking slick sliding into you.” He stroked her with his fingers and tongue, the sensation of lace against her entrance delicious but not enough. None of it seemed to be enough as the two men coaxed her to orgasm with sinful promises and rough touches. She wrapped her hand in Sawyer’s hair and pressed him into her body, enjoying the soft chuckle he made against her skin.

  “You’re looking for a little punishment, aren’t you?” Cade asked, and somehow that Dom voice was a natural part of him, seamless and fitting, as if telling aroused women what to do was part of who he was. Hollie had no complaints.

  “You wouldn’t dare,” she moaned, trying to push him, trying to make him carry out the unspoken threat left in the air.

  “It would be my pleasure to punish you, sweet one,” he murmured. “The very idea of turning your pretty ass red is enough to make my cock leak. And I wouldn’t even let you taste it because I know that’s what you want.”

  She couldn’t deny that. The idea of taking Cade in her mouth while Sawyer took her body from behind had shivers of untethered pleasure shooting up her spine.

  “Please,” she managed, though God only knew what she was begging for.

  “Please punish you or please let you suck my cock?” he asked. “I don’t know if you’ve earned it yet, princess.”

  “Keep talking to her like that,” Sawyer growled. “She’s so wet.” He slid his tongue across the entrance to her pussy with a slow, deliberate movement that made Hollie buck wildly, despite the two sets
of powerful hands holding her in place.

  “Is that what you want, darlin’?” Cade teased, his finger barely tracing the curve of her breast, so lightly it was driving her mad, combined with the assault of Sawyer’s tongue on her heat, enough to make her combust with just a little bit more…

  Please.

  “Tell me, Hollie,” Cade continued, as if he had all the self-control in the word. Fucker probably does. “Do you like being told what to do? Do you like being spread out on the table for us to touch and taste? Do you like taking orders?” Sawyer slowed his relentless motion against her pussy and she strained to get more contact.

  “Answer him, Hollie,” he said, standing to position his body between her sprawled legs. “Tell us what you want and you’ll get it.”

  Her mind was going to mush, but Hollie could come up with the important information despite the haze of sensations wracking her body.

  “Yes,” she said, moaning at the sensation of Cade’s fingers against one breast and Sawyer’s cock throbbing against the inside of her leg from behind his jeans.

  “Yes, what, princess?” Sawyer demanded. “I know you have filthy, dirty thoughts in that brilliant brain of yours and I want to hear every last one.”

  “Yes, I like being told what to do,” she managed. Her release was so close, if only someone would just touch her. “Yes, I like getting fucked at both ends, Jesus Christ, yes, I like getting punished.”

  “You’re getting punished right now,” Cade whispered to her. “Do you like it?”

  Hollie could only let out a desperate groan. Her body was rioting with need and one touch would be enough to send her right over the edge.

  “Please,” she managed. “Sir.”

  In the darkness, Cade’s gaze flicked to Sawyer’s then Sawyer sank back between her thighs and pressed his mouth to her at the same moment as he slid one finger under her lace panties and inside her needy hole.

  Hollie screamed. She bucked against him once, twice, once more, and the world fell out from under her and she broke apart in a cataclysm of need and pleasure and aching want. Sparks of light danced at the corners of her closed eyes and her body trembled with her release. She rode the cresting waves until the intensity began to recede and she finally opened her eyes. Sawyer and Cade were both standing before her, their expressions equally potent, but so incredibly different. Sawyer looked almost carnal, as if he were ready to throw her over his shoulder and carry her to bed. Cade had the intense look she had seen in her club countless times, a man holding on to his control, but so capable of causing a storm when he let it go.

  “Hollie.” Sawyer was the first to speak. It made sense, in an odd sort of way—since her brain had most definitely not put itself back to rights after all the mind-boggling pleasure. But he was the gentle giant of the two, strong and powerful and never afraid to back down from a fight, but the man would play Santa Claus at church without being asked twice. Firefighters.

  Hmm, I never thought I’d have a Christmas fetish…

  “Talk later,” she murmured, her voice husky from the moaning they had so easily pulled from her. “We have unfinished business.”

  Chapter Eight

  Without waiting for either of them, she slid off the table and walked over to the rug before the fire. It was soft and cozy and far more comfortable than the chilly conference table had been. Not to mention, she was going to have a hard enough time coming to work without thinking about…well, coming, actually. Best move the fun away from the real reason I’m here in Wolf Creek. Which she was not going to think about right now.

  “Now, do I have to start by myself or are we going to turn this into a party?” She was nervous. It wasn’t like her to ramble, but now that the maddening pleasure they had plied her with was beginning to subside, it was difficult not to be overwhelmed by all the reasons this was a remarkably terrible idea, despite how very much she still wanted it.

  “Honey, a man would have to be dead or gay not to want you,” Cade said, his smile dipping into that dangerous smirk, and he practically swaggered over to where she stood, Sawyer hot on his heels. “I think we’re going to take our time with you, what do you think, Matthews?”

  They were standing before her, appraising her mostly naked body, and Hollie couldn’t help the thrill of raw satisfaction she felt at their dark gazes. Matters were far from settled between the two men and even further from settled where she was concerned, but if they were willing to put aside past disagreements to make her feel like that all over again, she certainly wasn’t going to be the dumb woman who stopped them.

  “Mmm, she is sweet,” Sawyer said to Cade. “I can’t wait to feel her.”

  It shouldn’t have turned her on, this sense of being talked about like she wasn’t even in the room, these dark and dirty promises. But Hollie had long ago learned to embrace the wild and exciting things that made her feel alive, inside the bedroom and out, and she only wanted more.

  “Then what are you waiting for?” she asked. She came to stand between the two men, pressing her back into Sawyer and grinding against him. She began the slow unbuttoning of Cade’s shirt. He wore a plain white T-shirt below his button-down and part of Hollie wanted to say ‘fuck it’ and rip the damn thing in two, but a far larger part of her wanted to tease the two men the way they had teased her, taking her right to the brink and not quite pushing until they nearly lost their minds.

  Sawyer seemed to be halfway there already, if the straining erection pressing against her ass was any indication. God, he felt large and hot and Hollie ached for him, for something to curb the sense of emptiness and need that had her returning his harsh touch despite having just found her pleasure a moment ago. The only signs that Cade was starting to lose his cool were the darkening expression in his deep brown eyes and the guttural groan that tore from his throat when she slid her fingers below the band of his pants to pull his shirt free. She might have been putty in these men’s hands, but she did know a thing or two about seduction and turn-about was most definitely fair play.

  Sawyer pressed a kissed to the back of her neck, but she wasn’t about to cede control to him, not again. So she slid Cade’s shirt from his strong shoulders and pushed it off and onto the floor, then turned to face Sawyer, whose expression was rich with heat that made Hollie want to give up on the whole charade just to take him right then and there.

  We’re getting to that.

  Still, her fingers were far less steady when she pushed his Henley up his tight, muscled chest and, with Sawyer’s help, over his broad shoulders, then his head. He tossed the shirt aside and she brought her hand up to smooth his loose red waves out of his eyes. His gaze was burning her though now, making her pussy ache and pulse, and Hollie didn’t have it in herself to wait. She pulled his hair hard and dragged Sawyer’s lips to meet her own.

  All hell broke loose. She heard Cade kick off his shoes behind her. Then he was kissing along her back and running his hands up and down her arms at the same time. Sawyer pressed her against Cade’s front, all the while kissing her with the force of the storm outside. He brought one of his strong hands to her bra and quickly unfastened it, helping her free of the straps and throwing it to the floor.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growled, before leaning down to take one straining nipple in his mouth. He bit down slightly on the hardened flesh and Hollie leaned back against Cade’s hard chest for support when her legs began to give way, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him down for another smoldering, potent kiss. She reached for Cade’s belt and she fumbled with it, pulling it free with the kind of snap that brought to mind nights similar to this one. Only nothing was similar to this, not like this, with the two men she had once cared about most in the world showing her pleasure like she’d never truly known with just their fingers and mouths.

  Then Sawyer’s mouth was moving lower and he was pulling her lace panties off his with his teeth before sliding them down her legs. She kicked them off and nearly squealed when his large hand came t
o cup the swollen flesh of her cunt, dripping and slick and so, so empty. Sawyer didn’t wait, simply slid a thick finger into her heat, and Hollie nearly screamed at the contact and relief. She arched back into Cade when Sawyer added a second finger, moving them slowly in and out of her body until Hollie was moving wildly against him.

  “Don’t come,” Sawyer demanded. “If you come, you don’t get any more.”

  “I don’t think she can do it,” Cade stated, matter-of-factly, as if Hollie wasn’t squirming wildly in his arms. “I think just hearing us talking makes her want to come. Right, Hollyhock?” He turned to her. “If I so much as tell you that I’m going to fuck your sweet, pretty mouth while Sawyer takes you from behind, you’ll cream all over his hands, won’t you?”

  “I have more self-control than you might think,” she managed, though the effect was mostly lost to the husky tone of her voice and the way she writhed helplessly against Sawyer’s hands.

  “You do not,” Sawyer whispered, bringing his mouth to her other ear so Hollie was entirely and completely boxed in by these strong, beautiful men playing her body like a goddamn harp. “You jump first and never ask questions. You’re fearless and brilliant and impulsive and you go after what you want.”

  Despite the haze of pleasure surrounding her, Hollie was reminded that these men knew her, deeply, far more intimately than a single night of pleasure. They knew what she had dreamed of, what she had feared. They had seen her soul, and though nearly a decade had passed, she couldn’t help but think they still could.

  “Mmm, and what do I want right now?” she asked, riding them both at the same time, two swollen, throbbing cocks behind taut pants pressing against her body and keeping her trapped—as if she would ever try to escape from this.

  “You want to be filled,” Cade said, wrapping one arm around to roughly caress her peaked nipple. “You want to be fucked hard and fast and rough. You want to jump over that edge of control and never look back.” He pinched her swollen flesh hard and she gasped and bucked against Sawyer’s rough hands. “But you’re not going to get that. You’re going to get controlled. You’re going to get patience. And you’re going to get everything you’ve ever wanted. On our terms.”