Ashlinn, Mia - Destined to Be Three [Sweet Serenity] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Mia Ashlinn

  Number Two stepped forward to defend his comrade, but Cade was quicker and a hell of a lot meaner. He grabbed the man by his collar, spun him around, and slammed him against the counter. Cade got in Number Two’s face and snarled, “You fucktard. Keep your hands off of him, or I guarantee you will regret it. I would love nothing more than to rip off your dick and shove it so far up your ass that you choke on it.”

  Number Two sputtered and spat a bunch of mumbo jumbo, but Cade ignored him as he watched Gray punch Number One again. He reared his arm back for a third hit when Jaycee launched herself at the idiots.

  “All of you are being immature assholes,” she scolded, elbowing her way into the center of the circle. She pointed at the bleeding cowboy and the restrained cowboy. “You two need to disappear. I don’t give a shit where you go. Just get away from us.”

  Turning and pointing at Cade, Jaycee ordered, “You, let the bastard go. They’re not going to pull anything. Even they’re not that dumb.

  “And you,” Jaycee informed Gray as she stalked him, going toe-to-toe with him, poking her finger into his chest, “are going to let them go without any more bloodshed. Do not push me on this, buster.”

  Impatiently, Jaycee tapped her foot while waiting for their obedience.

  All four men stared at her with equal parts shock and indignation.

  Number One looked at Number Two and grumbled, “Hell, she ain’t worth it. No piece of ass is.” Then he stomped off angrily with his friend following behind.

  She hadn’t taken two breaths before Gray and Cade moved into her personal space, making her body temperature rise rapidly.

  Gray greeted her mockingly, “Hello, there, hellcat.” His lips twitched as he made a half-assed effort to hold back a grin that was sure to be condescending.

  “Asshole,” Jaycee replied as coldly as she could summon considering her cunt was going up in flames.

  She crossed her arms over her tight, throbbing nipples. There was no need to give Gray any more ammunition against her, her hormones included.

  Karma was one evil bitch, and she’d cursed Jaycee well. The more her pigheaded men fought her, the hotter she got. The need to surrender overrode her common sense.

  “No kiss for us?” Gray taunted.

  Calm down. She had to keep her cool. Otherwise, she would kill them or fuck them on the floor of this oh-so-lovely establishment.

  “I think that’s our cue to leave,” Katie-Anne said, looping her arm around Shannon’s elbow.

  Shannon whined, “But I want to stay. I was about to see if the bartender had a stash of popcorn behind the counter. This will be better than a movie.”

  Katie-Anne snickered, pulling Shannon away. “Come on, Shan, I’ll take you to see a real movie. I have a feeling a sister does not need to be present for this one.”

  As soon as they had gone, Jaycee, Gray, and Cade were enveloped by blessed stillness. She didn’t let that lull her into a false confidence, though. The explosion was coming.

  Cade, Mr. Impatience, conceded first. “Why don’t we go somewhere a bit more private and talk?”

  “No,” Jaycee cried with more volume than she’d intended.

  “Aw, come on, darlin’,” Cade griped. “We don’t want to air our dirty laundry in front of a bunch of strangers.”

  Theatrically, Jaycee pretended to survey the empty bar with her eyes. When she was confident her point had gotten across, she arched an eyebrow at Cade. “What strangers?”

  Gray watched their byplay emotionlessly, not joining in but not speaking or moving, either. She wanted to grab the trough at the end of the bar and pour all of the ice over his head. Then he wouldn’t be so damn stoic.

  “Fuck me,” Cade thundered. “Do you have to make everything so damn difficult?”

  “No thanks, Cade,” Jaycee thanked him with sarcasm dripping from each word. “If you need to be fucked, Gray’s your man.” She patted Cade’s broad chest, attempting to ignore the feel of his muscles under her hand. “It was a nice offer, though.”

  Gray finally lost his patience. “Goddamn it, that is enough,” he shouted.

  Cade and Jaycee didn’t question him. They shut up and waited for his next words. When he said nothing, they all stood together awkwardly.

  After several moments of very intense, unnerving silence, Gray spoke. “Jaycee, we are going to talk. It may not be today, but it will happen. If you want to leave right now, go for it. But, you need to get one thing through your thick skull. Leaving isn’t going to change a fucking thing. It’s temporary, sweetheart.”

  Not giving him a chance to change his mind, she did what she did best. She ran.

  Chapter 4

  Cade still seethed two hours later, sitting with Gray in the nicest motel in Paloma, Kansas, which wasn’t saying much. “Shit, this is a dump,” he complained, picking up the already-used plastic cup someone had left behind and tossing it into the trash can across the room.

  Gray glowered at him.

  Defensively, Cade threw his hands up in surrender. “Just saying.”

  “Stop bullshitting me, Cade. You’re pissed at me for letting her go.” Gray angled his body back and reclined against the headboard impatiently. He folded his arms across his chest in obvious annoyance. “Just get it off your chest.”

  Cade pounded his fist on the table. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

  “Don’t hold back anything,” Gray directed dispassionately.

  Cade ignored Gray’s sardonic tone. “Don’t be a bastard, Gray. You let her go, again. Have you lost your mind?”

  “Do go on, Cade,” Gray encouraged, persuasively, in his too-calm voice.

  Cade knew he was so spanked when he finished his tantrum. Gray would make sure of that, but at the moment, it felt too damn good to stop. Cade figured if he was going to get punished, he might as well earn every smack.

  “Goddamn it, Gray. We’ve been here before. Don’t you dare fuck it up! I can’t lose her a second time.”

  “I am not fucking up a damn thing, Cade. If you would calm down for a minute, you would see that.”

  Cade lost it. “Don’t be a prick. I am not calm, and I won’t be calm until she is lying in bed between us. Why do you have to act like you don’t care? I know you love her. I was there the day she walked out and never came back.” He ran his hand through his thick hair in frustration. “Can’t you admit it’s killing you like its killing me? This is never going to work if you don’t let the past go and start opening up to us.”

  “Don’t you think I know that? Damn it, Cade. I lost her once because I couldn’t give her all of me. I have no intention of doing it again. But, it isn’t easy.”

  For as long as Cade had been with Gray, he’d never seen the man lay himself so bare. Maybe they were making progress, after all.

  Swamped with the need to be closer to Gray, Cade stood up and walked to the bed before sinking down next to him. It was hard to not reach out and touch him, but Cade knew Gray would not be receptive at this point.

  Cade would have to wait for Gray. It was too damn bad patience was not his forte. “We’re in this together, Gray. One for all and all for one. Or some bullshit like that.”

  Gray’s lips quirked. “Talk about being hypocritical. You want me to have some deep, emotional conversation, and you’re cracking jokes.”

  Cade winked overtly at Gray. “And you love me, asshole,” he reminded him.

  “Unfortunately, for me,” Gray teased with obvious affection.

  “Good. Now, can we jump to the portion of the evening where you fuck me? I’m horny.”

  Gray laughed, an honest-to-goodness laugh. “You always sucked at waiting for what you want.”

  “I just love to suck.”

  “Of that, I have no doubt.” Gray crooked his finger. “Come here.”

  Cade didn’t hesitate. He crawled toward Gray, reaching him straightaway since the bed was too small for two large men to keep their distance. Cade lay down next to Gray and waited.


  “I think that I said come here. Not lie next to me.” Gray’s impatience was palpable.

  “My apologies, sir,” Cade retorted, keeping his head lowered so Gray wouldn’t see the broad grin on this face. He felt like provoking Gray tonight.

  Gray tsked him. “What have I told you?”

  Cade remained mute and refused to raise his head.

  “I am Gray. You are Cade. Jaycee is Jaycee. We do not live the D/s lifestyle, and I will not answer to Sir or Master. Ever.”

  Cade barely held back a chuckle. He loved to torment Gray.

  When he finally reined in his expression, Cade lifted his head to meet Gray’s deliciously dark eyes. They always reminded him of chocolate ganache, soft and smooth.

  Gray’s eyes smoldered. He looked like a volcano moments before erupting, and Cade was the tourist standing at the bottom, admiring the view. He was about to get singed, and he couldn’t be happier about it.

  Cade’s cock hardened instinctively, knowing Gray was as hot for him as he was for Gray. From the time he’d had his first hard-on, his dick had never failed to respond instantaneously to Gray or Jaycee.

  The thought of Jaycee and Gray made his head nearly explode, his cock lengthening to epic proportions. All he wanted was to get his dick inside of Jaycee’s hot little cunt while Gray fucked him from behind, the harder, the better.

  Fuck. Gray would tan his hide if he came without any kind of foreplay. Stopping his train of thought, Cade wondered why that was a bad thing.

  “I like that expression on your face,” Gray commented, amusedly. “You’re thinking of being naughty. A naughty Cade is a very good thing. I get to reap the rewards, and then, I get to spank that fine ass for being naughty.” Gray leaned close enough that Cade felt his humid breath against his lips. “It’s a win-win situation for me.”

  Cade shivered as a cold chill raced down his spine. Gray’s velvety tongue glided across his bottom lip then his top lip before swiping his bottom lip again.

  Cade opened his mouth with a groan. Gray pounced, fusing their lips together. They didn’t close their eyes. They simply stared at each other, Cade’s green eyes to Gray’s brown ones. The intensity of their look sparked a fire between them, causing a temperature spike in the room. Cade’s skin heated, and a small bead of sweat formed on his forehead. He pressed his restless body closer to Gray.

  Gray attempted to invade Cade’s mouth, but he blocked him. Cade propelled his tongue forward, meeting Gray’s raiding tongue, and pushed it away.

  Gray wouldn’t have any of that. He growled and plundered both hands through Cade’s hair, stopping below his crown. Gray grabbed two fistfuls of hair and tugged, hard.

  A rush of exquisite pain radiated from Cade’s scalp. He gasped as Gray yanked with enough force that his only option was to break the kiss.

  Gray lowered his head to Cade’s right ear, never loosening his grip. “So, you want to play with the big boys, do you?”

  “Fuck yeah,” Cade answered with a guttural groan as Gray nipped his ear. The nip mixed with the stinging pain on his scalp generated a tidal wave of pleasure that crashed through his bloodstream and made a beeline for his already-engorged cock.

  “Then you better bring it,” Gray challenged cockily and crashed his mouth to Cade’s once again.

  Gray plunged his tongue into Cade’s mouth, asking no questions and giving no answers, just dueling tongues, clashing teeth, and a battle for submission. Cade had zero chance of escape—not that he wanted it. So he surrendered, giving himself over completely to Gray’s deep, devastating kiss.

  Kisses were compared to dancing, but this was no dance. This was pillaging and plundering without remorse. Gray took what he wanted, and damn the consequences.

  Gray let go of Cade’s hair without ever breaking their insanely intense kiss. He planted his sizable hands on each side of Cade’s broad shoulders.

  Cade wanted to protest, but stopped when Gray threw his leg over Cade’s body and pinned him to the bed.

  Even fully clothed, Cade felt Gray’s steely cock pressing against his lower abdomen. His own hard-as-a-rock dick was so close to Gray’s ass it tried to burst free of the confines of his jeans. He’d never been inside of Gray’s ass, but that was irrelevant to his dick. Sometimes, the need to fuck Gray was nearly unbearable. However, Cade loved Gray and would never push for something he knew Gray didn’t want.

  Gray raised his head and grinned sensually. He had an odd, fiendish gleam in his eyes that made Cade squirm.

  Cade hadn’t ever seen his lover like this. He was wild and untamed. His flushed face had hardened into granite. His once-brown eyes had transformed into pitch-black orbs. If this was any other man, Cade would turn and run. But this wasn’t another man. This was Gray.

  Adrenaline pumped through Cade, leaving his body quaking in need.

  Gray jerked upright and ripped off his shirt.

  Fuck. Cade had seen Gray without his shirt a million times, but it never failed to transfix Cade. His heart stopped. His mind shut down. The only thing in the world was Gray’s rocklike abs, every muscle and indention calling to him.

  Cade loved to explore every dent, dip, and groove with his tongue, leaving a wet trail behind. He was turned on by the thought of his saliva on Gray’s body. If that made him a Neanderthal, then let the chest pounding commence.

  Cade’s hands moved from the bed of their own volition, heading directly for Gray’s tanned, work-hardened stomach. He started at the bottom, gliding his hands over Gray’s abs slowly in what he hoped to be a torturous motion. If Gray’s sudden intake of air was any indication, he was doing fine.

  Cade continued his upward climb, slowing his hands to a crawl to increase Gray’s torment. Gray’s muscles contracted and bunched with every centimeter Cade covered.

  Cade reached Gray’s chest. The compulsion to pinch Gray’s nipples was irrepressible. Gray would murder him for pushing like this, but he didn’t give a damn. He was going to get all of Gray tonight.

  Cade guided his hands to Gray’s nipples and circled their outer edges. Gray’s nipples hardened and he groaned. Spurred on, Cade flicked each nipple lightly, one at a time, until Gray moaned.

  “Fuck,” Gray cursed. “You’re pushing me.”

  “Yeah. That’s the general idea,” Cade said as he grasped both nipples and squeezed.

  Gray bucked upward, his back arching as his hoarse shout filled the room. Damn, Cade saw the appeal of being the one holding the control. He didn’t want to give it up, but he wasn’t an imbecile. This was a temporary delight he should savor for as long as Gray allowed it. And Cade planned to revel in it—for now.

  Cade toyed with Gray’s nipples, rolling them between two fingers and giving them the occasional pinch.

  Cade knew he’d pushed Gray to his breaking point when Gray fell on him. Gray smashed his lips to Cade’s. The kiss was raw, hard, and punishing. Gray’s nips turned into bites, and Cade tasted a slight hint of copper against his taste buds. He knew that flavor and it inflamed him. He was bleeding—not a lot but enough to taste.

  Cade’s cock lengthened and pushed against his pants. He moaned, needing more than what Gray gave him.

  Gray wrenched his mouth away from Cade and ordered gruffly, “Get this fucking shirt off before I rip it off.”

  Cade felt the loss to his soul when Gray moved away from him and stood quickly.

  Following Gray’s example, Cade leaped off the bed on the opposite side of him. Both men savagely tore at their clothes, every stitch hitting the floor at the same time.

  The two nude men stared each other down, daring the other to admit defeat. They both knew Cade would cave first, but it was hot nonetheless.

  “Damn.” Cade half walked, half ran around the bed without waiting for Gray’s command. His aching cock bobbed with the steps he took, but he ignored the slight discomfort. His focus was on Gray and fucking.

  Cade dropped to his knees in front of Gray. He eyeballed Gray’s huge cock. The beauty was unmistakabl
e. It was not as long as his own, but what it lacked in length, it more than made up for in girth. Gray’s shaft was covered in smooth skin which led to his purplish, mushroom-shaped head. One large, bulging blood vessel ran down the middle of Gray’s cock. The blood pulsing through the vein caused a slight twitch.

  Gray grasped the base of his cock with his large hand and aimed it at Cade. He stopped within licking distance of Cade’s already-salivating mouth and started to pump. His hand moved up and down the shaft, the skin bunching and sliding as he went. A drop of fluid seeped from his slit. Gray brushed his finger across the moisture and swiped it up. He extended his finger to Cade and smiled wickedly. “Feels so good. Want to taste?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He thrust his finger inside Cade’s mouth.

  Cade jerked backward and spat, “Bastard.” He was going to get a little revenge on Gray later. The tease was using his oral fixation against him. Cade loved to suck cock. It was one of his favorite pastimes, and Gray knew it. The contradiction of an unyielding shaft with soft, smooth skin fascinated Cade, and the tangy taste drove him mad.

  Eating pussy was Cade’s other favorite pastime. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on Jaycee’s juicy cunt. Feasting on her pussy had fueled many dirty dreams even though he’d never gotten a sample.

  Cade’s mind flooded with fantasies about her cream while Gray’s cock dangled in front of his opened mouth like a steak in front of a starving dog. And that was it. Cade broke. His mouth executed a perfect dive for Gray’s cock, and he had Gray’s dick halfway down his throat before Gray could protest.

  Gray didn’t let it show if he’d been planning to object. He was too busy swearing, “Son of a bitch, Cade!”

  Cade’s chin hit Gray’s balls. Saliva pooled in his mouth and he swallowed.

  With a groan, Gray grabbed a fistful of Cade’s hair. The fear that Gray was going to stop him rode high, agitating him, but Gray never pulled his head back. Instead, he used his grip on Cade’s hair to hinder his movements, but did not push him away, just held him immobile. Gray hauled his cock backward until only the tip remained in Cade’s mouth. The next thing Cade knew, Gray plunged his cock back into Cade’s mouth as far and fast as he could.