Safe and Deputized with Ecstasy [The Heroes of Silver Island 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tonya Ramagos

  Drake growled. “Geezus, I love it when you talk like that.” He pulled his hips back, thrusting them forward once more, and the move pushed his cock deeper into her ass even as it angled her pussy in a better position for Rhett.

  His gaze locked with hers, emotions swirling in his eyes, Rhett pushed his cock inside her pussy in a slow glide that had her panting as her pussy stretched to accommodate his massive dick, with Drake’s equally large cock taking up space by its place in her ass.

  “Damn, sweetheart.” Rhett’s eyes closed as intense pleasure and concentration overtook his expression. “I’ve always loved how tight you are when we’re both inside you.” He eased his hips back, his cock nearly slipping out of her pussy before he worked his way in again, this time as deeply inside her cunt as he could reach.

  “Fuck!” Drake gripped her hip, the tips of his fingers biting into her flesh as the move drove her ass back on his cock.

  “Oh, yes.” Alex hissed the words as Drake took control of the pace. Every nerve in her body sang with the erotic passion of his thrusts as he rammed her ass. Rhett’s cock retreated from her pussy in an alternating rhythm of Drake’s dick in her ass, both of them claiming the command over her body as they’d done with her heart years ago.

  “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.” The words became a mantra as the pressure built in her womb. She thrashed between them, turning her face into the pillow beneath her head, only to turn it again. Raking fingers of pleasure, pain, sharp sensations, and fiery explosions of hunger ripped through her body as they fucked her.

  “Alex, sweetheart…” Rhett’s voice was gruff and barely audible as his expression tightened as he neared his release.

  “Damn. You’ve. Always. Felt. Too. Good.” The tightness in Drake’s voice made each word its own sentence as his body went rigid against her back.

  Drake’s hand slipped between her body and Rhett’s. The pad of his finger found her clit, manipulated the throbbing bud in pressured circles, and she exploded. She heard Rhett’s animalistic growl as his hot cum filled her pussy, listened to Drake’s roar of pleasure behind her as he shot his semen into her ass, and she screamed as her orgasm ruled her soul.

  This is how we’re meant to be.

  Breathless, her heart pounding a ferocious rhythm, and her body humming in the aftermath of stupendous ecstasy, every muscle in Alex’s body relaxed as the words Rhett had spoken the last time they’d made love skated through her memory. Those words had scared her then, especially after the three of them had agreed to enjoy that night and walk away with no regrets. They didn’t scare her now. Rhett had been right. This is how they were meant to be and she wouldn’t allow anything to take her away from this again.

  “You’re thinking awfully hard.”

  Alex opened her eyes and smiled at Rhett as Drake’s fingers danced up her arm to free her wrists. Ignoring the ache in her shoulder from having her arm stretched over her head for so long, she cupped Rhett’s nape and pulled his face down to brush her lips to his. “Don’t worry. You would like what I’m thinking.”

  Drake leaned over her. “Would I?”

  She shifted between them so she could see them both, winding an arm around each of their necks as her gaze danced back and forth. “I love you. Neither of you will ever know how hard it was for me to go, how sorry I am that I hurt you, or how badly I hurt myself.” She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat and angled her head back as a frustrated moan escaped her lips. “God, I wish I didn’t have to leave again.”

  Rhett’s entire body jerked beside her as the hand Drake had been using to caress her abdomen and belly stilled.

  “What do you mean, you wish you didn’t have to leave again?”

  She righted her head and met Drake’s gaze, surprised by the anger mixing with the caution in his gaze. “I have to go back to Waterston. I have things I need to—”

  “So that’s the statement you were making with all of this.” Rhett rolled away, slid to the edge of the bed, and got to his feet. “You’re ours, you love us, but not enough to stay with us.”

  Alex scrambled to sit up as Drake pulled away, too. She tried to pull him back, but he moved out of her reach. Shocked and thoroughly confused, she gaped at both of them. Then realization dawned and she briefly closed her eyes as a giggle escaped.

  “You’re laughing?”

  There was so much derision in Drake’s tone that it only made her giggle more. She stifled it the best she could and rose to her knees in the center of the bed. “Let me finish before you string me up by my toes, okay?”

  Drake crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her, his eyes full of the same coldness that had been in them the last time she’d accused him of wanting to string her up by her toes. On the other side of the bed, Rhett mirrored Drake’s stance, though his eyes were full of pain and disbelief instead of ice.

  “I can’t just quit the FBI. I have to give notice, which I’ve already done to Cooper, but I have to go back to Waterston for a couple of weeks to make it official.”

  “You…quit?” The disbelief in Rhett’s eyes rang in his voice, but it took on a whole different meaning.

  Alex smiled at him. “Yes, I quit. Or at least, I’m in the process of quitting. I have a place there, too, an apartment to pack, bank accounts to transfer…I have a life there to close before I can fully start my new life here.”

  “You’re really staying?” The ice in Drake’s eyes melted as he unfolded his arms and moved closer to the bed. “That’s your decision? You’re not going back for good?”

  “Yes, yes, and no.” Alex pursed her lips and looked at them in turn. “How do the two of you feel about working with me again on a permanent basis, because Sheriff Cabelly has a badge waiting for me as soon as I return to the island?”

  The smile that unfolded on Rhett’s lips could’ve lit the room. He jumped onto the bed, dragged her into his arms, and kissed her breathless. Then he eased back and gazed down at her with nothing but love and happiness in his eyes. “Does that answer your question?”

  Alex giggled. “Better than any words could have.” She sobered and met Drake’s gaze as he slowly returned to the bed. This time, when she reached for him, he came willingly into her arms. “What about you?”

  He leaned in, his mouth hovering over hers, and the warmth of his breath ignited a fire in her system that sizzled straight to her pussy. “Since we seem to be answering your question with actions rather than words, how about I show you?”

  Epilogue

  Three Weeks Later

  Alexandria spotted Drake and Rhett waiting for her at the Welcome Center even before the excursion boat reached the island. It seemed to take forever for the boat to travel that last quarter-mile, get secured to the dock, and lower the platform for the newcomers to depart. As she walked down the ramp, her gaze dancing between her men, she wondered how she could have ever given them up for five long years when the last two weeks had seemed to drone on forever.

  She weaved her way through the departing visitors on a direct course toward them and walked straight into their arms. Yes, this was where she was meant to be, snuggled warmly against the hard planes of their bodies for the rest of her life.

  “Damn, I missed you,” Rhett whispered as he nuzzled his face against her ear.

  Alex smiled up at him. “Damn, I missed you, too.”

  Drake shifted until he stood behind her, his arms folded tightly around her waist. “How did it go?”

  She laid her head back on his chest and angled her face so she could look at him. “It was hard,” she admitted, wanting to give him nothing but the truth. “Cooper’s agents in Galveston caught a lead last week on Bella McDonald’s murder that ties to both Abigale Brigdon and Patty Smart. He tried to get me to stay…” She shook her head. “It wasn’t an easy request to refuse.”

  Understanding swirled with love in his eyes. “The job on the island isn’t going to be as exciting for you.”

  She wound an arm behind her and cupped h
is nape. “Maybe not, but I’m sure my coworkers can pick up the excitement slack.”

  He chuckled, dipped his head, and took her mouth in a dominant, heated kiss.

  “See,” she said breathlessly when he pulled back. “It’s already happening.”

  Rhett hooked a finger beneath her chin, turning her face toward his. “Promise us there aren’t going to be any regrets, Alex.”

  “The only regret I have is not staying with the two of you five years ago.”

  The kiss Rhett gave her was far sweeter than Drake’s had been, but no less heated. “Your things arrived this morning. We stashed all the boxes in Drake’s room for now.”

  “We discussed hitting Marcus up for a bigger cottage,” Drake commented as he moved to her side and laced his fingers with hers. “For a woman that spent the last five years buried in her work, you sure found a lot of time to shop.”

  Alex threw her head back and laughed as Rhett took her other hand and they began making their way down the sidewalk toward the main drag of the island. “Even a career-minded woman needs things now and then.”

  “Baby, you’ve got enough stuff to supply half the women on the island with things for the next decade.”

  She rested her head on Drake’s bicep as they walked. “So I’ll put most of it in your room. You won’t be needing it anymore anyway now that the three of us are sharing Rhett’s.”

  “Speaking of sharing my room, the bed his gotten awfully cold since you left.”

  Alex felt a seductive smile curl her lips as she looked at him. “Hmm, I wonder what we can do to warm it up?”

  Drake gave her hand a squeeze. “I’ve got some ideas.”

  The wicked promises she saw swirling in his eyes when she looked at him sent whips of heat slashing at her breasts, pussy, and ass. “I can’t wait for you to show them to me, but the two of you are on official duty and I need my badge.”

  Rhett chuckled. “It’s driving you crazy not having one, isn’t it?”

  Alex winced. A badge, whether it be police department, FBI, or sheriff’s department, had been the biggest part of her for so very long. “Is it wrong that I feel naked without it?”

  Rhett kissed the top of her head as they cross the street in front of Divine Playthings. “No. Your dedication is part of what made me fall in love with you.”

  “Even if you do go overboard with it sometimes,” Drake added, letting go of her hand in favor of splaying his fingers on the small of her back. “Cabelly’s already got your uniform in. It’s hanging in the women’s restroom. We’ll meet you in his office.”

  Rhett pulled open the door to the department for her and the men went their separate ways as they all walked inside. Alex found her new uniform hanging on the back of the door in the women’s restroom and thought it funny how idea of putting it on filled her with more happiness than any uniform she’d ever worn.

  She quickly changed and made her way to John Cabelly’s office, executing a runway model turn as she stepped inside and stopped in front of Drake, Rhett, and the sheriff. All three men grinned at her.

  “How does it feel?” Rhett asked.

  She looked down at the beige uniform shirt and women’s cargo pants she wore with brown ankle boots and nodded. “It’s definitely a change from the WIB I’m used to, but I think I can handle it.”

  Drake lifted a brow. “WIB?”

  The sheriff smacked Drake’s bicep as he caught the reference. “She wasn’t a man in black, Palmer.” He snagged the Glock and badge off the desk beside him. “You’ll need these to make it official.” Rather than pass them to her, he gave them to Drake. “I’ll let the two of you do the honors of swearing in our newest deputy.”

  Drake gave Rhett the badge as both men moved closer. “Repeat after me. I, Alexandria Sykes, do solemnly swear.”

  Alex repeated each phrase Drake spoke, her gaze dancing between his and Rhett’s as Rhett pinned the badge on her shirt, knowing they weren’t just deputizing her on the Silver Island Sheriff’s Department. They were deputizing her with ecstasy forever.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Tonya Ramagos is a best-selling author of erotic romance series such as The Heroes of Silver Springs, The Service Club, and The Heroes of Silver Island, as well as many single title romances. She also writes old west novels under the name Bonnie Parker. She is a full-time author writing exclusively for Siren Publishing, in her opinion, the absolute best publishing company in the business. An avid reader, hiker, and dart thrower, she lives in the Chattanooga, Tennessee area with her boyfriend, their five children, and four cats.

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