by Lexi Blake
Holly took a deep breath as Alexei pressed in. Pressure built. She closed her eyes.
“It’s all right, baby,” Caleb whispered. “It only feels like it’s going to tear. It won’t really. The sphincter ani external muscle is an amazing thing. It’s called a voluntary sphincter. It opens when you let it. It’s sensitive, like the perineum. Anytime you want to lick my perineum, feel free.”
“Alexei, make him stop the anatomy lesson.” He would go on forever if they let him.
“This I cannot do, dushka. Our partner gets turning on when he talk about body parts. We must be getting used to this.”
“Hurry up,” Caleb said. “I’m dying here. The sphincter might be a patient muscle, but my cock is dying. She’s so fucking tight.”
“A little more. Just a little more.” Alexei’s voice sounded strangled.
He thrust in and around her asshole, forcing his cock inside in gentle pushes. Every move made her burn in amazing contrast with the cool sensation of her pussy. In and out, Alexei worked her ass, opening her and making her ready.
She heard him groan and felt him slide deep inside her ass, the walls finally broached. She was open to them, completely vulnerable.
Alexei flexed inside her. “Oh, dushka, this is what I wanted. This is what I need. I can feel everything.”
It took her a second, but she realized what he was saying. He could feel Caleb. He could feel Caleb’s cock sliding along his and he could feel her. The three of them together. It was so intimate, more than she could have imagined. It was more than the physical. It was sharing.
They began to thrust in earnest. Caleb pushed up while Alexei dragged his dick out. Every nerve in her backside lit up.
She pushed toward Alexei, trying to get that dick back in her ass. Caleb pulled on her hips, filling her pussy. Any way she went was another intimacy, another pleasure. She rode the wave. She rocked back and forth, forcing her pussy onto Caleb’s cock. She shoved back and got an ass full of hard dick. She moaned and wailed her pleasure, feeling every inch of them, glorying in the fact they were deep inside her. They belonged to her. She, Holly Lang, had two men, and they were magnificent.
“Please. Please.” She was so close. The need grew like a wave about to crash. Caleb pumped up and Alexei thrust in, the seesaw effect jostling her back and forth between them. She rode it, letting her body find the rhythm. In and out, back and forth, every inch of her felt on fire. Alexei’s hands gripped her hips and Caleb’s her thighs. She could feel them brushing against each other, working together to keep her in place. She felt possessed, beloved, wanted.
“I am close. Her ass is so tight, so good.” Alexei flexed inside her.
“I’ve never felt anything like this.” Caleb looked up at her, his eyes clouded with emotion.
“Please, I can’t stand it anymore. I need to come.” It was driving her wild. She was so close to something powerful.
And then she felt a hard pinch to her clit, and she went over the edge. She felt her men go wild, pumping into her, grinding as they came.
She slumped forward, letting her body rest against Caleb’s. Alexei’s cock came out of her ass as he kissed her back and let his head find her shoulders. He pulled them all to the side, but kept them close, the heat of their bodies surrounding her.
Caleb’s eyes opened. She could still feel his cock nestled against her pussy. His arms went around her.
This was what she’d wanted. To have him wrapped in her arms. “Tell me what you need to tell me.”
Chapter Sixteen
Caleb realized why she’d decided to have this conversation in bed. He felt different already. Before when he’d thought about telling her, he’d felt frozen. But there was no way to feel frozen when her arms were around him and he could smell her and feel the warmth of her skin. He reached down and slipped the condom off his cock, rolling it in a tissue and tossing it in the trashcan across the room. He settled back in, surprised at how comfortable he was with the big Russian snuggling in behind Holly.
He was happy Alexei was here. Somewhere along the way he’d grown to give a damn about the man.
Holly’s hands strayed to his hair. The early evening light filtered in, making the room seem soft and intimate. It was a small room. No more than a bed and a chair and a dresser. He wasn’t sure how all three of them would fit, but he knew they would try.
“Caleb?” Holly asked.
He couldn’t put it off any longer. He cuddled against her. It was easier this way. He didn’t feel alone, and he realized how long he’d felt that way—forever. Maybe right up until this moment.
“I married Caroline because it seemed like it was time. I had graduated from med school at an early age.”
“Like the Doogie,” Alexei said.
Caleb thought about groaning but laughed instead. Since he’d started taking the Russian at face value, he’d learned that Alexei kept him from being so damn serious. “Not exactly Doogie Howser, but I was nineteen. I was a bit of a prodigy. I finished my residency when I was twenty-five. I was supposed to open a practice in Chicago. I did what was expected of me. I married the right woman. I opened an office in the right part of town. I was empty inside, and I didn’t know why.”
Alexei sat up, watching him with an encouraging smile on his face. Holly simply waited. She’d waited a long time for him to talk. She’d been so damn patient with him.
“I got invited by a friend to do some charity work in Africa. It was six weeks in Sierra Leone. I immunized babies and performed some surgeries in conditions I wouldn’t have believed possible. I administered a lot of AIDS meds. I watched a lot of people die. And I felt something. It was different than the upscale patients I saw who complained about scars and talked on their cell phones the whole time I was examining them.”
“They needed you.” Holly’s hand smoothed his hair back.
“I guess so. I was always the smart one. Eli was our dad’s shadow, and Josh was the rebel. I got lost in the middle somewhere. But in that tiny clinic, I finally felt like someone needed me. Not because I was a Sommerville, but because of what I could do. I finished my six weeks, came home, and immediately announced I was starting a clinic and moving to Africa for at least two years.”
“Your wife, she did not like?” Alexei asked.
He could still see the look on her face. “No. She did not.”
“But it would be an adventure.” Holly’s eyes narrowed in confusion.
She would see it that way. Holly would have packed up with him and followed him. She would have stood by his side, his partner in all things. Hell, the Russian would have gone with him, standing guard over those he held dear. How had he gotten so fucking lucky?
“Caroline didn’t see it that way. She rarely left Michigan Avenue. She liked to shop and throw parties. She liked being a doctor’s wife, but she greatly preferred being a Sommerville. I didn’t realize it until a few years in that she thought I would change my mind and go into politics. She was disappointed to say the least. She let me go to Africa. She told me she wasn’t coming with me. I explained that it was something I had to do. I walked out on her. I left her with the house and the money and walked out.”
“Caleb, did she come after you?” Holly asked. “She can’t have loved you too much if she didn’t come after you. I would have hauled your ass back home if I couldn’t follow you.”
“I didn’t see her for almost a year. I set up my clinic in a township. There were always skirmishes going on. The blood diamond trade had completely torn the country up. There were always groups of soldiers coming around, some of them as young as nine and ten years old. They would come through and take what they wanted, and I would start over again. And then one day they decided they wanted me.”
Holly gasped. “They figured out who you were.”
Caleb sighed. “A magazine ran an article on me and my clinic. It wasn’t a huge leap to know that my family would pay a lot of money to keep me safe. The day I was kidnapped, Caroline showed up with
divorce papers. She’d been having an affair, and she wanted to leave me. She told me what a pisspoor man I was and how much better my brother was than me.”
“Your brother takes your wife?” Alexei asked, horrified.
So he didn’t know everything. “Yes. Eli had an affair with Caroline. I don’t even know how angry I am with him anymore. Josh barely speaks to him. It wrecked our family, and I didn’t even love her. Eli loved her. He lost a lot. It doesn’t excuse what he did, but I can’t hate my brother any longer. I have to find a way to move on.”
“Caroline was there when the soldiers came?” Holly’s eyes had filled with tears.
Even as he told the tale, he felt his soul lifting. He felt the burden being split, pieces of hurt being taken on by these people who cared about him. The horror still closed in on him, but he wasn’t alone. “They killed her. They shot her in the back. They took my nurses and raped them before killing them. I had to listen. I still hear them sometimes.”
“Oh, baby.” Holly’s arms tightened around him as though she could protect him. His fierce Holly would have tried. She was a precious gift, and he was suddenly damn glad to have a partner. Alexei would never let anything happen to her. It gave him great peace.
“How long did they keep you?” Alexei asked.
Forever. “A few months. Eli got the ransom message through the embassy. He thought it was a joke at first. Then they found the clinic and Caroline’s body. He paid the ransom, but they weren’t satisfied with it. They came back for more. They moved me around a lot. Then they settled into an abandoned government shelter. They locked me up in a closet. I stayed there for at least six weeks. I hated it when they took me out. It was always to beat me or force me to do something. They would throw shit at me. Come up behind me with bats.”
He could feel Holly’s tears on his chest. He soothed a hand through her hair. It felt right to share it with her. It felt right for her to cry because he finally realized what it meant to love. It meant sharing the burdens of his soul. It meant Holly could cry for him when he couldn’t. She had the right to cry for him, to ease his mind the same way he had the right to protect her. These exchanges were sacred, and to deny them lessened the love between them.
“I was so scared, baby. I wanted to die. I was more scared to live than I was to die. When Wolf found me, I could barely walk.”
Her head came up. “Wolf?”
He nodded. “Wolf Meyer was a member of the SEAL team that rescued me. He found me. He got me out of the jungle.”
“He gets banana bread.” Holly cuddled closer. Holly made the world’s best banana bread. It was her gift for people she cared about. It looked like Wolf Meyer had just made the list.
“Eli was waiting for me. He’d aged ten years in the months I’d been gone. He’d spent millions of dollars, used every favor he had to get me back, and I couldn’t look at him without wanting to kill him. What kind of man does that?”
“A man who has been betrayed,” Alexei replied. “No matter what he did, he still betrayed you, Caleb. You had right to be angry.”
“I don’t want to be angry anymore. I just want to be here. I want to live here in Bliss and take care of my patients and have a life. I want that so badly, but I can’t even sleep in a bed. Holly, baby, I sleep in my closet. It makes me a freak, but it’s the only place I feel safe.”
“We can make it work. We can expand the closet,” Holly assured him.
Alexei snorted. “We are not all going to sleep in closet, dushka. Caleb will heal, but for now I have plan.”
He got out of bed. He didn’t bother to cover up, simply walked across the room without a stitch on. Caleb envied Alexei his comfort. He was a man who didn’t have a problem with his own skin. He couldn’t help a little smile as Holly’s eyes strayed. He could tell he was going to have to amp up the workouts if he wanted to keep up with his partner.
He tightened his hold on Holly, reveling in their closeness. He was so tired. Weary even, but he felt light at the same time. He wouldn’t leave tonight. He would stay with her. He would pace the floors, stare at the ceiling. It didn’t matter. He wouldn’t spend the night away from her. He could do this. He could handle it.
He was startled as the bed jerked and moved. Holly’s head came up.
“Alexei, what are you doing?” Holly asked as the bed slid across the floor and bumped against the wall.
“I am fixing problem.” He climbed back on the bed, sliding under the covers. “Caleb, put your back against wall. Holly, you will press against his front. He will be surrounded.”
He already was. He could feel the wall against his back and Holly turned over, scooting back against him, wriggling that gorgeous ass until it nestled against his cock.
“I appreciate this,” he said, his cock already stirring. “But I don’t think it’s going to work. How am I supposed to sleep when all I want to do is fuck her again?”
“You will get used to this. Close eyes. Try.” Alexei settled in, lying close to Holly. They were all snuggled together with Holly in the middle.
“I’m not going to need my electric blanket this winter.” Holly sighed as she slid her hand over his waist. “I hope this works. I like being in the middle.”
“Get used to it, dushka.” Alexei settled in.
Caleb wrapped his arm over Holly’s waist. It wasn’t late, but she could probably use a nap. He would hold her while she slept. He would lie here and get used to the feeling. He could still see the door. No one could come up from behind him. Maybe he could be okay.
He closed his eyes, breathing in her scent. He let his mind wander as Holly’s breathing evened out. Now that his secret was out, maybe he could pull money out of his trust fund and build a bigger cabin for the three of them…four of them. Mick would be here, too.
He should build a bigger cabin and expand his clinic. He needed better equipment. Maybe an MRI. If he had an MRI, then he could shove Holly in it when she got sick.
He fell asleep to the thought of a bright, shiny new imager.
* * * *
Alexei rolled out of bed. The evening had slid into night. The room was dark, but there was no doubt that the doctor was finally getting some sleep.
Perhaps he shouldn’t worry about getting a job. He should go to school and become a therapist.
If he lived that long.
He found his jeans and pulled them on. As quietly as he could, he left the bedroom and started toward the kitchen. They would be hungry when they woke up.
Was he doing the right thing? Jessie’s words came back to him. Was he putting Holly and Caleb at risk?
“Hey. Is all the crazy make-up sex done?”
He turned and saw Mick coming in the back door. He liked the young man. Despite the fact that Mick’s coloring was different, he reminded Alexei so much of Holly. It was in the way he smiled and held himself.
“The up making is finished. We are fine. I was going to make dinner. You are hungry?”
Mick smiled. “Not exactly. The women around here like to feed a growing boy. I’ve had lasagna and brisket and enchiladas and a whole bunch of cookies. I was the official taster. Remind me not to taste for Nell anymore, though. She puts tofu in everything. And there was a woman there who thought I should eat beets. I didn’t think beets were real. I kind of thought they were something parents told their kids about, like the boogeyman. They’re real and they’re horrible.”
“I will not cook beets, then.” He actually liked them, but they were obviously not for Mick. “I will make something you like.”
The phone rang. Alexei answered it quickly, not wanting to wake Caleb.
“Hello?”
“Alexei, thank god.” Jessie’s voice sounded small over the phone line. “I’ve been worried about you. Look, we got some information about the man I nearly caught this afternoon. We have a credible source who claims that Angelo DiStefano hired a hit man to kill you.”
He gripped the phone and tried not to show his anger. DiStefano was one of
the men he’d put in jail. Would it ever be over? “I understand. Do we have identifications on this man who has been sent?”
“I got a look at him. Hope at the sheriff’s department sketched him. The sheriff faxed it back to our office, and we’re going to see if we get anything, but you have to see that it’s time to come in, Markov. It’s too dangerous.”
“What does Michael say?” He knew what Michael would say, but he was drawing out the conversation, putting off the moment when he had to leave them. He couldn’t stand the thought. “Can I talk to him?”
“No,” she said suddenly. Her voice calmed. “Not right now. He’s in the shower. He thinks we need to get you in hiding. Tonight.”
Of course he did. “I will come and talk to you. I need to get my things out of motel anyway. I will be there in twenty minutes. You can meet?”
“Absolutely. I’ll be there. Alexei, I’m sorry about this, but you’re doing the right thing.”
He hung up. He wasn’t so sure about that.
“Was it the cop again?” Mick asked.
“Yes. I need to go see her.”
“No, you don’t.”
Alexei shook his head. “It is not so simple.”
“It’s very simple. She wants you to go back into hiding. You can’t do that. You owe my mom. Don’t leave her.”
How did he make him understand? “I owe your mother safety, too. I don’t want to leave. I love her. I love the family we are to be building, but I can’t make her target.”
“I think the men of this town can handle it. I didn’t get more than a foot inside my bedroom before I had six guns aimed at my head. Some of the women are scary, too. Remind me never to piss off Rachel Harper.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “If you walk out, I worry they’ll fall apart. You’re the glue that brought them together. Everything in life is a risk. I think my mom would rather take the risk than be safe and not have you.”
But how could he live with himself if anything happened to her?
