by Gemma Snow
Table of Contents
Books by Gemma Snow
Title Page
Legal Page
Book Description
Dedication
Trademark Acknowledgements
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Epilogue
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Book three in the Triple Diamond series
They’ve always been a trio—why should love be any different?
Ever since their first days together at Quantico, FBI agents Ev Monteiro, Lucas Vallejo and Quinn Langston have had one another’s backs. They’re as close as friends can get, sharing everything from an apartment to past traumas few others know about.
But that all changed when Quinn and Ev confessed their feelings for each other six months ago…then three days later when she started having erotic dreams about the other most important man in their lives.
She’s hopeful that a trip to Wolf Creek, Montana, for a friend’s wedding can help her put those frustrating desires to rest, but when she gets there, Ev finds two examples of just how well unorthodox relationships can work. Maddy and Lily Hollis, the owner of the Triple Diamond B&B and her sister, are both happily involved with two men and it only serves to make Ev’s situation all the more complicated.
But before Ev is able to untangle her feelings or have that impossible conversation with her two best friends, they’re thrust into a violent situation that might just rip away any future they could have shared.
And if all three of them do make it out alive, will they have the courage to defy the status quo and embrace what might be waiting for them?
Dedication
To the incredible friends I’ve made in the romance community. Your support and love are unparalleled and I am so lucky to have met each and every one of you.
Trademark Acknowledgements
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Captain America: The Walt Disney Company
Three Musketeers: Alexandre Dumas
Tinker Bell: J.M. Barrie
Disney: The Walt Disney Company
Tarzan: Edgard Rice Burroughs
Magnum: Kahr Arms
Saturday Night Live: National Broadcasting Company
Playboy: Playboy Enterprises, Inc.
National Geographic: National Geographic Partners (21st Century Fox and National Geographic Society)
Slytherin: J.K. Rowling
Spiderman: The Walt Disney Company
Ford: Ford Motor Company
Twister: Hasbro, Inc.
Godzilla: Toho Co., Ltd.
Peter Pan: J.M. Barrie
Harley-Davidson: Harley-Davidson, Inc.
BMW: Bayerische Motoren Werke AG
Chapter One
“Quinn.” Ev fisted his shirt. His seeking fingers slipped below the waistband of her panties and found the slick, wet heat there. It had been a long week for both of them, and the second they had made it somewhere more private than a conference room at the FBI headquarters for longer than a passing glance, they had ripped at each other’s clothes and made it as far as the couch.
“So ready for me, baby,” he murmured against her cheek, the brush of two--day-old stubble a potent, animalistic aphrodisiac that made Ev arch up and press into his fingers with desperate need.
“Damn it, yes,” she ground out, wanting him to go faster, to do something, anything to alleviate the insane pressure building within her.
“Patience,” he said, but the increased speed of his fingers deep in her body belied his control and Ev simply pulled him down for another blistering kiss, dragging his shirt free of his dress pants and fumbling to unbutton it while distracting her with those lingering, achingly slow strokes.
“I don’t want to be patient,” she said around his kiss, biting, licking, kissing, sucking wherever she was able to get her mouth. “I want you. Now.”
Quinn chuckled, but the sound came out low and husky and she knew he was as close to the edge as she was, as desperate to take her as she was to be taken, and the knowledge of how much he wanted her sent a new, far more potent wave of arousal surging through her body. He slid his fingers free so he could stand to kick off his shoes and yank his pants and socks off in one fluid movement. Even in the soft light from an early dawn, his skin glowed, dark and golden, contrasting with light-blue briefs that did little to hide how much he wanted her. Those piercing green eyes, as much a gift from his one Irish ancestor as was his name, Quinn Langston, scanned hot and heavy across her whole body, perusing her one free breast and her spilled, mussed hair and swollen lips.
“I fucking love looking at you like this, Ev,” he said, voice raw with honesty and rich with arousal. “I love seeing you all spread out and waiting for me.” His words, or maybe the tone of his voice, sent a new tremor of lust down her spine, and she shifted to push her slacks from her thighs. Quinn beat her to it, coming down to his knees between her spread legs and pulling her pants free way too slowly. He tossed them to the side, then slid his hand up her leg, moving in torturous circles near, but not near enough, to her covered slit.
“For fuck’s sake, Quinn.” Forget formidable FBI agent—right now she sounded ab
out as intimidating as a horny bunny rabbit. Quinn only grinned, a rare but totally killer smile bright across his devilish face.
“Just teaching you a lesson, baby,” he managed, and before she could get a word in, he lowered his head to her pussy and lapped at her wet, silk-covered hole. Ev gripped the couch so hard her muscles screamed, but the pleasure washing over her, demanding she simply give in to the release, was too much, overwhelming and wild, and she knew she couldn’t hold it at bay any longer.
“Come, Ev,” he said, his mouth still so close to her pussy. “Come now, baby.” And it was the tone of his voice that did it, bursting the dam of her pleasure until all she could do was ride the intense, ferocious wave, screaming his name as she did.
Quinn leaned on the back of the couch to bend down and kiss her, a smug grin on his face and rare laughter spilling from his mouth.
“Shh, banshee,” he muttered around kisses. “You’ll get Lucas all excited.”
Right now, Ev wouldn’t have been bothered if her director at the Bureau called her into work, let alone that her roommate was asleep down the hall. All she could think about was getting Quinn inside her. About five minutes ago.
“Now,” she demanded, loving the humor in those green eyes, loving that she could be the one to make such a normally stalwart, serious man smile. “I mean it.”
He repeated her words, mocking with gentle sarcasm, then he stripped himself of the white muscle tank he wore, exposing toned, powerful abs, dusted in a light strip of hair that led down to the waistband of his briefs. Quinn liked to tease her. He was not a man to cede control easily—not that she was all that good at it either—and he enjoyed pushing her to the breaking point. Ev wasn’t going to deny that she liked being pushed. She sat back and simply indulged in the slow ease with which he slid his briefs down those dark, muscled thighs, exposing a thick, throbbing cock she couldn’t seem to get enough of.
Then he was there, right there, sliding her panties down and away, then teasing her entrance and not slipping into her wet pussy like she so desperately needed him to do. He slid across her wetness and she rocked up to meet his touch, to somehow steal the connection he denied her.
“Say it,” Quinn demanded, control wavering, need coloring his voice low and demanding. “Say it, Ev. Tell me what you need right now.”
“Your cock inside me, goddammit.” The words came out on a harsh breath. “I swear to fuck…”
In that moment, he pressed deep inside her, stretching her needy body, turning the word into an expletive of pleasure. He was big, long and thick and it took a moment for her body to accommodate his size, even after all the months of them catching each other on couches and beds, ships passing in the night. But she did adjust, then she rocked into him with abject desperation. Quinn clearly wanted to say something snarky, but his control was more than fraying now. It was cracking right through and Ev knew she had him exactly where she wanted him—buried balls-deep inside her.
Powerful, controlled, all-important Special Agent Quinn Langston was at her mercy, and damn if that wasn’t some heady shit. Of course, in a thousand different ways she was at his mercy too, but the only one that mattered right now was the way he drove potent, impossible pleasure into her body with every stroke of his cock. Ev wrapped her legs around his waist, pulled him as close to her as she could and rode him as wildly and desperately as he rode her.
She was so close, so very near the edge of breaking, that when Quinn brought his hand to her breast, the movement rough and needy, and stroked her nipple, she fell out from under herself, giving in to the ride, thrusting against him once, twice and once more before she shattered around his cock. The pulsing tightness of her pussy brought Quinn right over the edge with her, and he let out a string of curses and released inside her, thick and hot and enough to chase aftershocks of pleasure through her body.
He leaned against the back of the couch, catching his breath while keeping his weight off her, then bent down to give her a kiss. His mouth tasted like her desire, another reminder of this insane, combustible thing between them that had been going on for so long before either of them had realized it.
“I’ll get us a towel,” he murmured into her hair. “Be right back.” He was slow and careful when he pulled free from her body, and Ev missed the feeling of him instantly, her skin cold without his touch. It was odd, that. For so long, she’d been so accustomed to being alone, to having friends—close friends, too—but just a few months into this new thing with Quinn had her all sorts of topsy-turvy and thrown off her axis.
And it wasn’t just that she cared for him. She did, deeply and recklessly, the kind of emotion that scared the ever-loving daylights out of her. But according to her sister Aurora, those kinds of feelings were the good scary and she could objectively see that. No, those emotions, the fear she might ruin her incredible friendship, the potential for heartbreak, for getting too close—those weren’t what snuck up in the middle of the night and gave her doubts and insecurities about the future.
But she couldn’t bring herself to think about the creepy shadow thoughts now, not in the early dawn, with streaks of pink and gold cutting through the blinds and giving the false impression it was warm outside. No, not in the much warmer afterglow of long-overdue lovemaking with her very hot boyfriend, thanks very much. There wasn’t anything else to think about, not now and not ever.
Ah, but there is, isn’t there? Because if there wasn’t then why would you keep wondering if this is it?
But before she could flay herself for that ridiculous thought, Quinn came back into the living room. He kept his hair short these days. Back in their early weeks at Quantico, he’d gathered the near-blond afro into a ponytail at the base of his neck and even in those very first times they’d gotten to know each other, Ev had wondered how he would respond to having his hair pulled in the throes of passion like they had just shared. Of course, he looked too young with his hair like that, too much the volatile, angry veteran he’d once been. Now, five years later, Ev could sit back and appreciate how he’d aged like a fine wine, all beautiful cuts of shadow and lightness, high, strong cheekbones and full lips demanding to be sucked. Of course, he put out a scary-as-hell demeanor, but she knew what it took to bring a man like Quinn Langston to his knees.
Literally.
“You’re looking like the cat that got the cream,” he said with a grin just as smug. He joined her on the couch, wiping away the remnants of the morning’s activities with a warm towel.
“More like the cat that got to cream,” she said before she could stop herself. What would her coworkers say about her now? Quinn wasn’t the only one who put on a hard-as-hell exterior when he went to work. Ev could not only be an unapproachable ice queen at the job, but she’d worked hard to perfect the look, just as Quinn and Lucas had both created personas for themselves from the early days, whether they knew it or not.
Quinn opened his mouth to respond, but her phone went off somewhere and Ev jumped up from the couch, only just realizing how cold the room was when the movement made cool air brush her nipples and goosebumps break out across her skin. She wrapped a blanket around her body and grabbed her pants, looking for the sound. Locating it in her pocket, she answered without looking at the name.
“Monteiro.” Do I really sound so out of breath?
“Well, I certainly hope so, since I haven’t heard any news of a wedding.”
Relief made her shoulders sag and Ev settled into the couch, tucking herself under Quinn’s arm. He tossed another blanket over her bare body and she snuggled closer to him.
“Tudo bem, mãezinha?” she greeted. “Why are you calling me this early? I thought Dad was working the night shift at the restaurant now.”
“Night shift, pah.” Her mother’s energetic tone gave Ev the impression she’d been up for hours and had used as much control as was in her arsenal to wait until after the sun had risen to give her youngest daughter a call. “Evangeline, your father owns six of the most successful restauran
ts in the whole state and you call it a night shift.” In truth, it was an old habit from when her father had worked the night shifts in other first-generation Portuguese restaurants when she was only a child, but Ev knew damn well why her mother insisted on pointing out the number and level of success of each of their businesses every time she called.
“I’m happy with my job, mãezinha,” she said. “And Quinn and I are still dating, before you ask.”
Her mother humphed. “Well, as long as you’re not married. But I do want you to know—Estela Patrício, her son is coming to town next weekend…”
“No, mamã,” Ev said, keeping her voice firm. It was the only effective method of communication. “I’m dating Quinn and I’m very happy about it. Now, is there something else? Because we have a plane to catch.”
Her mama tutted, repeated the information about Estela Patrício’s son, a businessman, gossiped about Ev’s sisters, gushed about her brother then repeated the information about Estela Patrício’s son one last time.
Ev glanced at the clock mounted above their useless fireplace.
“I’ve got to go now,” she said, cutting through her mother’s sentence. “We didn’t land until three last night and I’m catching a flight in, like, an hour.” More like four, but exaggeration was another tried and true technique where her mamã was concerned.
Finally, finally, her mother wished her safe travel, bade her visit—not next weekend, mamã—and hung up the phone.
Ev sighed and glanced up at Quinn. He grinned, the sated, amused grin she didn’t see nearly enough of on his handsome face.
“Don’t laugh at me,” she muttered, but he reached out and tweaked one nipple at the same moment, which made her squeal and wiggle out of his embrace in a vain effort to protect herself.
