by Bobbi Brattz
One corner of his mouth rose as he fought back a smile.
“No, you won’t need them at all. We aren’t finished tonight. Now, dress up and let’s get to the dining room. They’re waiting for us.”
“Yes, Master Piers.”
She reached up and kissed him softly, cupping his cheek with her hand.
Now all he had to do was lie through his teeth and tell her it meant nothing to him. He was wallowing in pain from not being able to keep her with him. It was going to take a lot of effort on his part to hide how he felt. The strange thing was that she acted like he felt, like she wanted more of him. His heart hardened at that because he knew she would leave for good in three weeks. The least he could do would be to make every day count.
* * * *
Dinnertime was a serious affair with the group. Tara and Rae were chatting about the disrupted honeymoon while Piers, Kona, and Mateo talked quietly about the shooter situation.
“Piers, what’s the status on the guards and cops watching the resort?” Mateo asked in low tones.
“We’ve got four cops who run by in cruisers every few hours and twelve security guards patrolling the entire resort. I know it doesn’t seem like many compared to the size of this place, but with the rest of the staff on alert, we should be able to cover it all.”
“Are there any leads?”
“Mateo, whoever this is, it’s got to be either a guest or a newer staff member. The rest of your staff have been with you for years and I know you trust them, but we have five members who are fairly knew within the past year. Other than that, we have over four hundred guests to choose from.”
“I’m not so sure I like the odds, Piers. Is there anyway we can flush him out?”
“I have an idea of how to do so, but it could be dangerous.”
“Well, come on, Piers. Tell us your idea.”
“Look, Tara, it isn’t the easiest or safest route, but I talked it over with Van and he thought it was a great idea. First, we have to put you back in your room and postpone getting your door fixed.”
“What?” Rae was livid. “What are you thinking? She could get killed.”
“That’s not what I meant. Here, I’ll explain. Don’t shoot me until you’ve heard the details, then you can blast me all you want.”
“Go on,” Mateo urged, pouring more wine for everyone, except for his new wife because of the baby.
“Well, it’s a bit tricky, but here’s how it goes…”
* * * *
“She’s protected, so you can’t kill her, you fool. What an idiot you are. You failed twice to get to her. The first time you missed her heart, and the second time you only knocked the medic out and stabbed a bunch of pillows. You’re useless,” the woman in the mirror snarled.
“I am not. I found out which room she’s in, didn’t I? Tonight I’ll get her and this time she’ll be dead!”
“They’re watching for you. Look at all the security guards and cops that are wandering around looking for you. You’ll be caught and punished for your stupidity. Piers will never want you after he finds out what you did.”
“Yes, he will,” she shouted at the image. “You watch and see. He’ll be begging me to make love to him. He loves me. He does!”
“Liar. How are you going to get into the house?”
“I heard a security guard talking on his walkie-talkie today. He said the locksmith can’t fix the patio door lock on the bedroom today. I’ll simply have to check the doors and find the one that’s broken. It will be easy.”
“They’ll catch you. You have no chance at all.”
“Shut up, you–"
“Go ahead and smash the mirror again. Let them all know that it’s you trying to kill her. Smash it! I dare you.”
She growled, ready to hit the mirror again, but someone knocked on the door and stopped her.
“Shit. That had better not be the police again.”
It took her a minute to calm down enough to put on her pitiful expression and answer it.
“Hello? Who is it?” she said in a sweet voice as she opened the door.
“It’s a security guard. I heard yelling. Are you all right?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I had the television on much too loud. Is everything okay? I heard there is a killer about. I’ve been terrified to leave my room.”
“You’re safe, ma’am. I was simply checking to make sure you’re not being disturbed. Have a nice night.”
“Thank you. I will.”
As she closed the door she heard laughter in her head. She rushed back to the mirror and hissed, “Stop it! Stop bothering me.”
She grabbed a spare blanket and covered her reflection up so she could have some peace.
“Now I need to get ready for tonight. I’ll get her this time.”
When she pulled out the gun from behind a large plant, she polished it and made sure it was loaded. Tonight, Tara would be dead and Piers would finally be hers.
Chapter 17:
Silent Rage
Thunder boomed as the rain fell hard, saturating the ground. There was no luau on the beach that night due to the weather, so everyone remained indoors.
Tara began to hint it was to be an early night. “Why don’t we go for a midnight swim?”
Though Tara and Rae wanted to spend some time alone without any male intervention, the guys refused to let them out of their sight.
“No, Tara, that’s out of the question. No matter how many guards we have around the house, we’re not putting you on display for that psycho. You’d be like a duck in a pond at the pool.”
“Piers, you always manage to put a damper on my fun.”
Pouting, Tara put on a good show for the group, though what she really wanted to do was get Piers and Kona to herself. Rae would be there tomorrow to chat with, but the night was the only time for the ménage.
“Well, I guess I’ll go to bed then,” she murmured, eyeing Piers and Kona.
“Tara, it’s so early. Are you sure you won’t stay up a while longer?” When Rae asked the question, her eyes told a different story. She seemed to want to go to bed as well, but for her own reasons.
Biting back a smile, Tara stretched and yawned for good measure.
“Well, I guess it’s settled. It’s an early to bed night with no plans for an early to rise,” Kona quipped. He was looking at Tara with a come-hither stare, which she did her best not to acknowledge.
“Mateo, I, too, think it’s time for bed.”
Rae took his hand in hers and pressed it against her cheek. She looked so in love that Tara felt her eyes tear up. She blinked quickly to hide them. Mateo cleared his throat.
“I guess it’s unanimous. Goodnight, everyone. See you in the morning…late in the morning.”
“Good night, Mateo and Rae,” Piers said, winking at Tara. He stood up and took her hand to lead her to the bedroom.
Kona was on their tails. “I must be tired. I know I’m ready for bed at eight o’clock. Grrrrrrr…” He tickled Tara gently, at which she squealed.
When they arrived in front of the door at the end of the hallway, Piers picked Tara up and carried here across the threshold.
“Careful, big boy, people will think we’re married.”
The moment she said that, Piers frowned. He seemed uncomfortable, and that just wasn’t like him. He took her to the bed and put her down on the edge of the mattress.
“Time to undress, darlin’.” Always ready for loving, Kona helped her take off the tank top and shorts while Piers stood back and watched, silent now.
Her shoulder gave her a twinge but she hid it well, not too well though, as Piers studied her. She was afraid he’d stop their lovemaking because of her shoulder, but Tara spoke up, hoping to change his mind.
“Masters, may I ask a question?”
Laughing, Kona tugged lightly on a braid. “That was a question, silly.”
“May I ask two more then?” She smiled at him then waited for their approval.
“Ye
s, you may,” Piers said, his voice husky like he’d had a shot of brandy.
“Can we, um…make love with both of you at the same time?”
Once again, Piers watched her as though not sure of her shoulder.
“If we can do so without harming you, then yes, we can.”
He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a strange toy. It looked like a cock but had a number of balls in a row, beginning from small and gradually getting larger.
“What is that?” she asked, curious.
“It’s called a butt plug. It will prepare you for entry.”
“In my ass? Won’t that hurt?”
“You’re too tight for us both to fit in your channel.”
Kona smiled, taking her hand in his.
“Don’t fear the thing, Tara, it will only hurt for a few seconds. I will go very slow and use lubricant to be able to slide it in properly. It’s the only way we can both fit into you at the same time. You have a thin membrane that will stretch you enough that we’d fit you since you are already so tight. Don’t forget to use your Kegels when we’re inside. Trust us?”
“Um…yes, I do trust you both, but I’m not so sure I trust that contraption.”
Piers smiled. “The easiest way is to put your legs over my shoulders while I insert it. You do want us together within you, don’t you?”
“Hell yeah, but I’m a little leery of it.”
“That’s okay, honey. Remember to loosen up your muscles as we work it. The more you relax, the less painful it will be. I’ll enter your pussy, then Kona will take your ass, then we’ll begin the ride of your life. Believe me, it will be worth it. Are you ready?”
“Ye–yes. I’m okay with it.”
He leaned down and kissed her until she was breathless, his tongue sliding next to hers, mating and loving her. As Kona took over, he pressed the butt plug forward, but when she tensed up, he stopped.
“Like Piers said, you need to relax your Kegels.”
“It hurts!”
“It won’t in a minute, but you have to allow it in. Now try again.”
Kona eased another inch inside and she groaned, waiting for the pain to ease. It was difficult to keep from tightening the muscles around it but she did it, and when he inserted the last inch, she took it all. The pain was gone, and in its place was a strange sensation of pleasure.
“Oh, I’m good now,” she said, surprised.
Piers nodded at Kona, who slowly removed the plug.
“I think you’re ready, sweetheart.
“Okay, but will it hurt again?”
“No, it shouldn’t.”
Piers lay down on the mattress and motioned for her to climb on top of him after he put on the condom. Kona, too, used one.
“Tara, I want you to mount me. Take it slow if you have to, but don’t move around too much or I’ll be done by the time Kona touches you.”
Both men chuckled, but Tara was more interested in getting Piers inside her. She ached to have him fill her, though she was nervous about Kona’s part in it. Would it hurt once more or would he slide right in?
When she was in place, Piers shifted his hips and pushed upward, moving in barely an inch, then two, three, and four, but he stopped to wait for her to get used to him. Tara wanted all of him and sank down hard, gasping as her channel contracted around him.
“Oh, that feels so good!” she moaned.
Piers gasped. “Hold still now. Don’t move at all.” Sweat beaded his brow as he lay back and waited for Kona to move into place.
Tara was unsure, but wanted to continue. She shifted slightly and Piers groaned, placing his hands on her hips to hold her steady.
“I want to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore, Tara, but we both have to wait. I promise you, you’ll love what we’re doing to you. Now, lean forward and place your hands on my chest.”
As she did what he asked, both of them moaned at the contact of skin on skin. Tara smelled his faint cologne, curling into him as she was lured by the sweet scent. When Kona pressed his cock against her anus, she shivered, unsure of herself. Tensing at first, she paused when she felt Piers’s hands soothing her back then remembered to loosen up.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered in her ear.
His chest was warm and covered with a fine sheen of sweat. With the tip of her tongue, she tasted him. When he hissed, she knew he liked it so she did it again, using more of her tongue. His arms tightened around her.
Another inch inside her, Kona stopped.
“Are you all right, darlin’?”
She took stock of how it felt and decided it was strange, but actually felt good. She nodded. “I’m okay. Keep going.”
Now she could feel the slide of cock against cock as the thin membrane between them stretched. As Kona pushed forward, he was still cautious but she wanted more.
“All the way, Kona. Please, go in all the way.”
“Are you sure?”
The sensations were incredible as he moved. Piers was panting now, sweat trickling into his eyes. She cupped his cheek and kissed him, her tongue sliding over his until she trembled. One more push and Kona was in as deep as he could go. She’d taken all of him.
“You’re spectacular, Tara. Now, Piers and I are going to go in opposite directions and–"
“Kona? I love you dearly, but shut the hell up and move it!”
Piers chuckled, pressing his hand on her back and smoothing it over her skin in a circular pattern. First he took her shoulders and gently lifted her, careful with her wound.
“Sit up and let Kona hold you, sweetheart.”
When Kona had her pinned to his chest, his strong arm circling her chest, Piers moved, pressing upward until he was completely within her. She moaned, the pleasure too much to bear. Both of them moved in opposite directions. Piers pulled out slightly while Kona moved in, then they switched, building up a pattern until she cried out, both of them filling her until she couldn’t breathe for fear they’d stop.
“My God, you are tight. I can’t believe how awesome this feels. Piers, you should have told me how amazing a ménage can be. I feel like I’m going to explode any minute.”
Tara dropped her head back on Kona’s shoulder and gasped for air. He kissed her shoulder, nuzzling her neck with his nose. Sensitive, she quivered and used her Kegels to tighten over them both. Together they groaned, making Tara feel like she had control. She squeezed them once again with the same result, the friction between them driving her wild with sensations. Both men moved unbearably slow until she wanted to scream.
“Please, please, I want…I need you both to move faster.”
Piers sucked in a quick breath. “Honey, we don’t want to hurt you. Your shoul–"
“—is fine. Now move it!”
Kona laughed behind her, his chest shaking against her back.
“You heard the lady. Move it!”
Together they built up the pace until Tara couldn’t tell who was doing what. They were moving in sync, none of them speaking except with their bodies. She felt the most incredible sensations that stunned her. Never before had she been so in tune with a bedmate, their bodies working together to achieve a goal of blissful release.
“Oh my God, this is unbelievable. I’m going to come. Please…please,” she cried, aching for the climb.
Piers struggled for breath, his chest pumping up and down along with his hips.
“Wait, wait for us. Hold back, Tara. Keep going, but hold back.”
“That’s impossible. I can’t,” she said with a hiss, unable to breathe.
“You can. You will. Kona, stop!”
“Nooo, please keep going.”
“Not unless you wait for us.”
“All right! All right. I’m waiting. What an insane feeling.”
They began to move again, building up speed until they all were gasping, the maelstrom of sensations driving her crazy with need.
“Now, please, now!” she shouted.
“Yes, we come t
ogether,” Piers said, dropping his head back upon the pillow as she felt him throb within her. Kona, too, moved so fast she couldn’t stop if she wanted to. All three found bliss together, both men pumping their seed within her. She was so lost in her release that she found herself floating in a world where blinding white light burst around her, and she fainted.
* * * *
It was pitch black, with no moon to give her away as she moved through the bushes toward the house. She knew the guards were close, but they wouldn’t be able to see her in the black pants and top. Her head was crowned with a black balaclava. Only her eyes were visible.
The first guard visible was standing alone smoking a cigarette. She pulled out the kitchen knife she’d stolen and prepared to attack him. Another man called out, moving in closer to the other one, so she stayed back, waiting patiently for her opportunity.
When the guard moved away from her, she took her chance and used the bushes for cover. With the two of them talking, she was able to get close to the gate and slip through without being detected. Sweat soaked her hat and shirt, the heat oppressive. Thunder boomed in the distance and lightning flashed. Nearby the pool, she saw another guard. With his back turned he couldn’t see her, so she slowly snuck up on him, watching carefully for any others, but he seemed to be the only one guarding the patio doors.
Creeping past the bushes and flowers, she made it all the way to the patio door off the dining room and tried the door. It was locked tight. There were three more patio doors, so she moved on to the next one. It was locked as well.
Third time’s the charm.
The third one opened silently, and she slipped inside the darkened room. She waited for a moment so her eyes could adjust to the light that peeked out from beneath the door, and saw her target. The bed was only a few feet away, and on it rested the woman who brought out the rage in her, the woman who held Piers’s attention.
Slowly, she edged her way toward the woman. Covered by a white sheet, Tara never moved a muscle. Knife in hand, she crept closer, closer, closer, and raised it. Plunging downward, the blade hit home. No sound came from the figure. Blind with fury, she stabbed it over and over again until she was breathless, tears pouring down her cheeks.
