Elegant Seduction (Trinity Masters Book 6)

by Mari Carr

  Grant lay on the floor by the baby grand. He was unconscious, blood dripping from a cut on the side of his head.

  “Oh my God!” Elyse ran over to him just as Grant stirred.

  There were a few things disrupted, but the damage done to the penthouse was minimal compared to what had been done to Grant’s place in L.A. Clearly, Grant had interrupted the search.

  Sebastian bent down and helped Elyse pull Grant to a sitting position. As his wits returned to him, Grant’s temper exploded.

  “Fucker snuck up on me. Knocked me on the head with that lamp.”

  Sebastian looked at the lamp lying next to them on the floor.

  “How hard is your freaking head?” he asked, hoping to calm Grant down as Elyse grabbed some towels from the kitchenette. Grant grinned at Sebastian’s question, but Elyse didn’t find the humor.

  “You could have been killed.”

  “I don’t think murder was on their minds.”

  “Their?” Sebastian asked.

  “Two guys. I surprised one of them when I walked in. He pulled out a gun. Asked for the map. I told him I didn’t have it.”

  “He had a gun?” Sebastian didn’t like the absolute terror in Elyse’s eyes as she asked the question.

  Grant nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t see the second guy at all. He must have ducked behind the kitchen counter when I came in. Asshole knocked me on the head and they took off.”

  “So they’re still looking for the map,” Elyse said.

  “That seems to be the hot-ticket item, doesn’t it?” Grant said as he looked at Sebastian. “It all happened fast. They had obviously intended to do their search and get out before we returned.”

  “Did you recognize them?” Sebastian asked Grant.

  “Only got a look at the first guy. I’ve never seen him before. I don’t think he’s a member of the Trinity Masters. He looked more like a hired thug.”

  Elyse gently wiped the blood off Grant’s cheek, studying the cut. “It doesn’t look too bad now that the bleeding has stopped. But it might need a stitch or two.”

  Grant shook his head. “It’s fine. There’s a first-aid kit under the sink in my bathroom. You mind grabbing it, Elle? I’ll get by with just a Band-Aid.”

  Elyse left the room to retrieve the kit.

  Sebastian stood up, feeling helpless. And angry. “Goddammit,” he said, slamming the hotel door loudly and then throwing the lock.

  “You don’t know who wants that map, do you?”

  Sebastian shook his head. “Specifically? No. Generally? Yeah. I’ve got an idea.”

  “More fucking code,” Grant muttered as he gripped the coffee table, intent on standing. Sebastian reached out, taking his arm and helping him off the floor. For a second, he thought Grant was going to shake him off, but he didn’t.

  Elyse returned, frowning. “Why are you moving around?” She pulled out the piano bench and bid him to sit back down. She worked quietly and efficiently to clean up the last few drops of blood, then she pinched the edges of the cut together and bandaged it tightly.

  Once she had him cleaned up, she took a step back to study her handiwork. “I still think you should go to the hospital. Even if you don’t want the stitches, you could have a concussion.”

  “I don’t,” Grant said, his voice sounding as strong as ever as he stood up. “Fucker just grazed me, knocked me silly for a few seconds. I’m fine now.”

  As Sebastian watched Elyse fuss over Grant, two things occurred to him. One, the purists were still at work, and two, Grant wasn’t one of them. Sebastian had never been more certain. Perhaps Juliette wouldn’t consider Grant’s knock on the head as proof of anything, but for Sebastian, it only solidified what he’d known for days. Grant was no bad guy.

  Whatever strength had kept Elyse going appeared to wane. She let out a small cry of distress and then, just like that, she was in Grant’s arms, kissing him as if their lives depended on it. “You could have been killed!”

  She’d said it before, but it hadn’t sunk in. Suddenly, Sebastian felt the same fear. The guy had pointed a gun at Grant.

  Her fear was contagious. Sebastian felt the same overwhelming need to touch them, to rejoice that Grant was still there. Still alive.

  He stepped closer to the couple and just like that, he was enveloped in the embrace.

  Sebastian had resisted this as long as he could; tried to hold himself back in favor of the mission. He couldn’t do that anymore. Seeing Grant unconscious on the floor, bleeding, had shaken him loose from his damn stupidity. He’d been wrong to keep pushing them away, for fighting this.

  But how could he come clean now? Would Elyse and Grant forgive him for lying to them and for pretending this trinity was permanent?

  He’d never find the words to convince them how sorry he was.

  Elyse’s lips landed on his, her kiss so sweet and passionate, the fears fell away. There was one language they all understood. For now, it was the only conversation Sebastian wanted to have.

  He reached for the side fastening of her skirt as Grant wrapped his arms around her waist.

  Elyse held still as Sebastian drew the zipper and then the wool skirt down, taking her panties with it. Then she took it a step further, leaning over to tug off her soft leather boots. Her change of position had her face level with Sebastian’s crotch, her ass bumping against Grant’s still-covered cock. Little minx knew exactly what she was doing to them, but she feigned innocence as she drew off her boots, kicking them, the panties and the skirt out of the way. Then she stood between them once more.

  Unable to resist, Sebastian reached out and shoved two fingers inside her pussy. She was soaking wet, aroused, ready for them.

  He’d spent the past few days walking around in a daze, feeling confused, horny and frustrated. Sex seemed to be the only thing the three of them could do that didn’t trigger the trip wire that blew him to smithereens. When they were together like this, he could forget all the rest.

  If Sebastian were thinking clearly, he would never have let this start without having the discussion that was long overdue. Problem was that conversation would guarantee this wouldn’t happen, and he was too selfish to give up what very well may be his last time with them.

  Adrenaline raced through his system, his dick hard enough to pound nails into concrete.

  Sebastian ran his thumb over her clit, applying pressure and taking perverse delight in the way her face flushed. Her eyelids fluttered, then started to close. He leaned toward her and bit her earlobe. “Open your eyes, Elle. Look at me.”

  She responded to his demand the way she always did, instantly, but with that vein of annoyance in her eyes. She felt compelled to submit to them, but obviously thought she should put up a fight. God, she turned him on. Made him want to push her harder, to test limits they’d only begun to explore. She had no idea all the things he wanted to do with her—to her.

  “Do you see my face?” Sebastian asked, his voice dark. He didn’t bother to hide his own fears.

  She nodded.

  “Now look at Grant.”

  Her gaze drifted over her shoulder to where Grant remained, quietly watching everything unfold. For once, he was allowing Sebastian to take the lead.

  “We’re still here.” Sebastian could read the fear on her face. Her expression matched the same emotions coursing through him. They needed this moment, needed to touch, to fuck hard, to know that they were here—together and safe. “Grant’s okay. I’m going to protect you. Both of you.”

  He’d never meant anything more in his life. Grant didn’t reject his comment, even though Sebastian feared he would take offense at his suggestion that he couldn’t take care of himself.

  Instead, Grant’s features softened. “You were both worried.”

  It wasn’t a question. His tone seemed laced with wonder. Elyse turned and enveloped Grant in another tight hug. “All I could see was you lying on the floor and all that blood.”

  “Head wounds bleed like a bitch.” Grant
meant to lighten the moment. When Elyse didn’t smile, he tightened his grip. “I’m okay, Elle. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Take me,” she said, her voice shaky. “God. Take me hard. I need to feel you both inside me. I need…I just…need.”

  Sebastian reacted without thought. Twisting her toward him, he thrust his fingers inside her again more roughly. “I need you too. Need you both so fucking bad.”

  She grasped his shirt, using the material to pull him closer. “Kiss me.”

  Before he could grant her wish, she rose up on tiptoe and kissed him—hard. Then she bit his lip. Sebastian relished the slight tang of blood on his tongue and he narrowed his eyes, promising retribution.

  He dragged his fingers from her dripping pussy and unhooked his pants, pulling out his dick. “Is this what you want?”

  She didn’t hesitate, didn’t demur. She wrapped her hands around him and stroked him with a firm grip that almost had his knees buckling with desire.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  Grant released her as she dropped down, kneeling in front of him. She looked over at him. “Open your pants too.”

  Obviously Grant’s desperation to fuck was stronger than his usual need to control. He unzipped his pants and stepped close, just as Elyse’s lips parted, sucking Sebastian in.

  Sebastian gripped her head, unable to resist controlling her motions. “Suck it,” he commanded.

  Elyse responded to his demands, his dominance sparking her arousal, making her hungrier. For several minutes, Sebastian drove her hard, fucking her mouth, unable to offer her any gentleness.

  As his balls began to tighten, he pulled away, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a pop. He wasn’t letting this end so quickly.

  Elyse lost no time turning to Grant, opening her mouth and offering their lover the same beautiful torture.

  Sebastian watched Grant’s cock disappear between her plump red lips. Grant gripped her hair, tangling his fingers in her long tresses.

  “That’s it, Elle. God, your mouth is sweet,” Grant said.

  She moved faster, took Grant deeper. He tightened his hold, pulled her hair until she winced…and moaned.

  Sebastian’s tenuous grip on his control snapped at the sound. Grasping her upper arm, he pulled her away from Grant and drew her up.

  He twisted her away from him until Elyse faced Grant. “Bend over at the waist. I’m going to fuck you while you suck Grant off.”

  He pressed on her shoulders with a firm hand and Grant was there, ready for her.

  Grant cupped her cheeks and guided her lips back to his cock. While Sebastian felt the need for strength and control, Grant’s need for her was the opposite—full of affection and care. The break-in had affected them all differently.

  Sebastian felt the pulsing need to reclaim some of the power, a victim of a fucked-up circumstance. That ended here and now. He was taking charge and doing things his way from this point on.

  Meanwhile, Grant seemed to want the softer, more comforting touch.

  And Elyse, as always, managed to give both of them exactly what they needed.

  Sebastian grasped Elyse’s hips, losing no time in sliding inside her tight, slick heat. He’d never get enough of her. Of this.

  The three of them moved in unison. Though they’d only been together a short time, they had become experts in this. It was perfect.

  Sebastian took her hard and deep, her grunts muffled as Grant’s cock filled her mouth. They were taking her. Pushing her. He watched her hand sneak between Grant’s legs. Sebastian could imagine her cupping their lover’s balls, squeezing them. Grant groaned—the sound equal amounts of pleasure and pain.

  “Harder, baby,” Grant urged. “I like pain too.”

  Sebastian would have enjoyed watching Grant lose some of his tightly maintained control if Elyse weren’t working her own voodoo magic on him. Her inner muscles clenched tightly around his cock, her ass slamming against him, forcing him inside her in a pounding motion he would have feared too rough for her. She was setting the pace despite his best efforts to claim the upper hand.

  Sebastian didn’t give a shit.

  They were with her. Together.

  He wasn’t giving up on them. And he prayed, after he told them the truth, they wouldn’t give up on him.

  That thought had him moving faster. Elyse matched him blow for blow and he began to worry they’d leave bruises on each other.

  Meanwhile, Grant stroked Elyse’s hair, whispering, “Shh, baby. It’s okay,” in an attempt to slow her down. To calm her. It appeared to work as she slowed her pace, gasping for breath.

  Then Grant reached out and cupped Sebastian’s cheek in an affectionate way that triggered some serious desires inside him. “It’s okay, Seb. I’m not dead yet,” he said, his voice tender, warm, funny.

  Sebastian’s fingers loosened their grip on Elyse’s hips. It was only when he slackened his hold that he realized he’d been white-knuckled. He stilled his motions. Sebastian and Elyse shuttered as awareness returned.

  They’d turned into ravaging beasts. Even now, Sebastian was struggling to cage the wild animal the stress of the past hour had unleashed.

  Then Grant leaned forward and kissed him. His lips were warm, soothing. When Grant parted his lips, Sebastian followed suit, their tongues touching, stroking.

  Elyse started to move again, slowly this time, swaying between them as they leaned over her, kissing. Grant pressed his forehead against Sebastian’s for a second, and then moved away to caress Elyse’s pretty face as she sucked him. “I’ll never get enough of you, Elle,” Grant murmured.

  Sebastian picked up Elyse’s easier pace, rocking into her, seeking to find that little spot that made her crazy. When she released a small squeak of pleasure, he knew he’d found it.

  Then he reached around her hip to touch her clit, stroking the tight bud until Elyse was gasping. He was so close to coming, yet he wanted to hold off, to drag this out as long as he could.

  Elyse took that option away from him. From both of them.

  Grant fell first, his hands tightening on her cheeks as he came in her mouth. His climax triggered Elyse’s and she cried out mere seconds after Grant pulled away from her lips. Her pussy clenched and milked Sebastian’s cock, taking him down as well.

  For a whole minute, none of them moved, unwilling to break the spell. And then, it was over.

  Grant lifted Elyse into his arms and carried her to the Jacuzzi in the master bathroom. She sat on the edge as he turned on the water, filling the tub. Sebastian stood in the doorway silently.

  They were all in states of disarray. Elyse was naked from the waist down, while he and Grant had done little more than hitch their open pants back up over their hips.

  “Get undressed,” Grant said, directing his comment to Sebastian over his shoulder. As he spoke, he gently unbuttoned Elyse’s blouse, taking that and her bra off before tackling his own clothing.

  Sebastian didn’t move through it all. He’d expected Grant to demand answers. After all, the guy had just taken a nasty blow to the head because of the map and Sebastian’s secrets.

  Grant helped Elyse into the tub and crawled in next to her. When he spotted Sebastian still standing in the doorway, he lifted one eyebrow. “We can talk in here.”

  Sebastian wasn’t sure he wanted to be naked when he confessed all. Then he recalled the altar. The way he’d kept his clothing on beneath his robe, refusing to leave himself exposed, to show them anything.

  Elyse and Grant had both come to that ceremony hiding nothing, with their arms and minds open, ready to embrace their future, no matter what it held.

  As they watched, Sebastian divested himself of his clothes. He was tired of holding back and hiding from them. Once he was naked, he joined them in the hot water, groaning with pleasure when the strong jets pulsated against his tense shoulders. It didn’t help enough.

  The next few minutes were going to be uncomfortable for all of them.

  “You kno
w who broke into my apartment? Who cracked me over the head?” Grant asked.

  Sebastian nodded. “I have a suspicion.”

  “One that has to do with the map?”

  Sebastian didn’t hesitate to reply. Now that he’d made the decision to come clean, nothing would hold back the truth. He’d simply have to deal with the fallout later.

  “Yeah. I think so. You said your great-grandfather worked with McCarthy. Do you know anything else about his political career?”

  Grant shook his head. “No. To be honest, I stopped looking when I found out the guy was a key figure during McCarthyism. That’s not exactly something to be proud of, is it? I take it from your question he did something worse than send suspected Communists to prison?”

  Sebastian had promised himself he’d tell them all of it, but he hated what his information might do to Grant. “He was a part of HUAC right from its inception. You know what that is?”

  Grant nodded his head, while Elyse shook hers. “I don’t. Take pity on the girl who was a slacker in school, and use little words please.”

  Sebastian kissed her on the tip of her nose. “You weren’t a slacker, Elle. It’s an acronym for the House Un-American Activities Committee. Came about in the late thirties as Congress tried to uncover Americans with Nazi connections. It evolved into the hunt for Reds about a decade or so later.”

  Elyse tilted her head. “It sounds like they were trying to protect democracy, but your tone tells me they weren’t that noble.”

  It was Grant who answered. “Let’s just say finding solid evidence before pointing the finger wasn’t big on these guys’ minds. They destroyed a lot of innocent people’s lives. It turned into one big witch-hunt. Not exactly a proud moment in American history.”

  “And your great-grandfather was a part of that?” Elyse asked.

  Grant nodded. “But I suspect he did worse, right?”

  Grant forced Sebastian to hold his gaze, so he gave him all of it, sharing the information Devon had uncovered in the CIA files. It was bad enough to think your ancestor was a crazy patriot extremist. Sebastian took no pleasure in telling Grant about Richard’s suspected sympathy for the Nazis or the way he abused his political power to advance his own twisted agenda.