Midnight Fantasy [The Doms of Sybaris Cove 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  “Watch it, sub. I can think of some very creative ways to use my bow on you.”

  “You’d ruin it,” said Garrett, laughing.

  “I have old ones I don’t care about.”

  She shivered at the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes. “Maybe you could suggest a new product at Phoebe’s Playthings?”

  “Hey,” said Garrett. “That’s my department, not his.”

  Javier rolled his eyes, and then he rose. “My cello is upstairs.”

  Renata followed him out of the room, and then they heard the TV turn off and Garrett was next to her. She smiled up at him. “I was afraid you weren’t going to come along.”

  “I’ve heard him play already.”

  “He’s jealous,” said Javier.

  “I am. It’s true. I have no talents.”

  Renata stopped walking and put her arms around Garrett. “Ah, not true, okay? You have a lot of talents. I’ve seen them at work, and don’t even get me started on your skill in bed. Both of you.”

  Garrett gave her such a tender look she thought her heart would burst. It struck her how much she’d unwittingly hurt both men, yet they’d forgiven her, just like that. Those weren’t the actions of men who deserved to be cursed. She truly hoped Petra knew what she was doing and this would soon be over for both families.

  “Come on,” she said. “I want to hear Javier play his cello. It’s been a long time.”

  His music room overlooked a view of the ocean in the distance, and the implication of marking this space as the one where he played wasn’t lost on Renata. How many times had he sat here and wished he could travel? While she listened to him warm up and then breeze through scales, goose bumps broke out along her arms and legs. His playing had improved so much since high school that there was no doubt in her mind he could have done something professional with it, if he’d had the chance.

  The passion he put into each piece he played for them showed on his face, and in every miniscule body movement. It mesmerized her, and also made her sad for him. What must it be like to grow up and know you could never leave?

  They had a sliver of hope now, but what if Petra was wrong? What if the curse couldn’t be lifted? And why had some of them been able to leave the island? Was it because they hadn’t tried to leave it for the purpose of never returning? Had they been safe from the curse because they’d each been on a mission to save a life? Was that the secret to breaking this?

  When Javier finished, a fine sheen of sweat covered his face and arms. Renata waited until he’d put away the cello, and then she walked over, sat on his lap, and kissed him like she never would again.

  There was no need for words. She let her mouth and hands speak for her. His performance had been so moving, and she wanted him to know that. He tangled his fingers in her hair and returned the kiss, forcing soft moans from her.

  Garrett was behind her now, stroking her hair and her back. He moved his hands between her and Javier to caress her breasts through her clothes, and that was sexier than if she were naked right now.

  When she finally released Javier’s mouth, he stood with her in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. Garrett followed, and then while Javier laid her on the bed, Garrett took off his clothes. Javier stood and removed his, and then when Renata started to undress, Javier’s voice stopped her.

  “Hang on. We’re going to do that. Slowly.”

  She would never get enough of that sexy, dominant voice. Javier crawled on the bed and brushed his hands over her breasts, then took off her sweater. He teased her nipples through her bra until Renata thought she’d go out of her mind with need. “I used to imagine what these looked like.”

  “Now that you know, do they live up to your fantasies?”

  His grin made her pussy wet. “They’re much better.” He took off her bra, and then straddled her chest.

  Garrett removed her jeans, socks, and panties, and then he cupped her pussy with one strong hand. “This is what I fantasized about. I used to imagine what it would be like to sink my cock into it.”

  Renata could barely think, let alone speak. They’d done it to her again. She was rendered speechless as Garret licked and sucked her clit and Javier kept up his teasing on her nipples. He moved closer to her face, and she didn’t wait for him to ask. Javier slipped his dick into her mouth as Garrett slid his cock into her pussy.

  Renata closed her eyes and absorbed the sensations, wishing she never had to leave this house. The hell with the outside world. Nothing existed except these two. They fucked her lazily, which was sexy as hell and also good because she was quite sore.

  They switched places once, still torturing her with slow fucking, and then both men pulled out and Javier led her to his shower.

  “You did promise,” he said, grinning.

  “I know I did.”

  The men took turns washing her, and then she lathered their bodies, washing them in turn from their muscled chests to their legs. She traced the Taino tats on their bodies with her tongue, and by the time the water began to cool, her pussy was so wet she wasn’t sure where her juices began and the water from the shower ended.

  Their hands and mouths were all over her, and she could barely breathe. The water and shower gel allowed her to rub against them with minimal friction, and the sensations that produced teased her need for them into a frenzy.

  They stepped out of the shower, both men dried her off, and then Javier lifted her onto the bathroom counter. She lay back and spread her legs, and he grabbed her hips and shoved his dick into her pussy again. This was a new experience. Fucked on top of a bathroom counter. She loved it. It was so raw and spontaneous.

  Garrett watched, pulling on his cock, and that’s all it took for Renata to come again. She cried out loudly as the contractions went on and on, and then Javier withdrew and Garrett took his turn. Neither man had come yet by the time he stopped, but she didn’t have to wait long to find out what else they had in mind.

  Javier led her to a chair in his bedroom and then took out bondage cuffs from a dresser drawer. They fitted them around her wrists then asked her to put her arms behind the chair. Once they were, they clipped the cuffs together. Then they told her to put her legs together and placed the cuffs around her ankles, also clipping them to each other.

  “Going to be kind of hard to reach my pussy this way.”

  Garrett chuckled, but Javier stood in front of her, hands behind his back, feet apart, like he was about to pronounce sentence. Renata shivered at the look on his face.

  “Safewords apply,” he said. “Do you remember them?”

  She nodded.

  “Verbally consent, please.” His tone and face were serious. “That’s very important. We both need to know that you consent, and we need to hear it.”

  “All right. Yes, I remember them. Red stops it immediately, and yellow is for everything else.”

  “Good girl.” They both stood in front of her now, and each man pulled on his own cock. When Renata realized what they were going to do, she almost safeworded out of frustration. But she was enjoying the show too much, and it was sexy as hell. It didn’t take long for them to come, and when they did, they splashed it on her face and breasts.

  She tried hard not to laugh, but the whole thing felt like a porno, and it was so silly. But at the same time she loved that they were already this comfortable with her. Once they untied her and cleaned her up again, each man held her close and stroked her hair and back, telling her how much they’d enjoyed that.

  When they finally got around to eating lunch, it was closer to dinnertime. And it hardly mattered to Renata what they all did with what was left of this perfect Saturday. She was happier than she’d ever been. This was exactly where she wanted to be, and if Javier and Garrett asked her to move in here with them tonight, she’d do it. In all these years, her feelings for both men had never dimmed, and she now realized that. She wasn’t going to lose either of them again, no matter what she had to do.

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  Sunday morning, Javier woke to an annoying noise that at first he didn’t realize was his cell phone. By the time he found the phone, he’d missed the call. Frowning, he called back Nando,. “What’s going on?” Nando never called him this early, and especially not on a weekend.

  “Not implying anything, but only asking because she was last seen with you and Garrett. Is Renata with you?”

  “Why do you need to know?”

  Nando sighed loudly into the phone. “I don’t. But Petra and Nita are going out of their minds looking for her. Is she with you?”

  A nasty chill ran through Javier’s body. “She’s here. Why are they looking for her? What happened?”

  “Can I come over? This isn’t something to explain on the phone. Graham and Leta want to come, too.”

  “How did you three end up looking for her as well?” Javier’s fear was temporarily overshadowed by his curiosity.

  “Nita called Graham after Petra talked to her friend on St. Croix. Apparently he found information on the demons involved in the curse that Petra and Jan couldn’t have known about because it’s not in the clues or Shona’s diary. And now Renata needs to hear it.”

  Javier didn’t like the tone of Nando’s voice. It was too measured, but at the same time, he sensed a disturbing undercurrent he couldn’t put his finger on. “All right. Come on over. I’ll wake up Renata and Garrett.”

  “Thank you.” Nando sounded relieved, and Javier didn’t like that either. What the fuck was going on? He disconnected the call and stared at his phone for what felt like a long time before he finally sprinted upstairs to wake up Renata and Garrett.

  Renata hadn’t had time to do more than throw on clothes by the time Leta, Nando, and Graham arrived, so Javier hoped the three didn’t start asking questions. She definitely looked like she’d just rolled out of bed. He and Garrett had barely defined this new relationship with her, and they weren’t in any position to try and explain it to others. After Javier quickly told her what Nando had said on the phone, she took a seat on the sofa next to Garrett while Javier answered the door.

  Javier was used to seeing Leta, Nando, and Graham blissfully happy. To say the looks on their faces right now were nothing short of devastated was an understatement. He asked if they wanted anything to eat or drink, but all three shook their heads.

  Javier sat next to Renata, and the three took seats across from them. Nando leaned forward and clasped his hands. “There’s no easy way to say this, so I’m just going to tell you what Nita told me on the phone.”

  Nando addressed Renata. “Friday night, after the meeting at Asa’s house, Petra Skyped with Zaire de Morales, her friend on St. Croix she spoke of. He’s a Santeria practitioner, as well as being experienced in voodoo magic, and has had dealings with loa and demons. She told him everything she told us at the meeting, and then asked him to come to Sybaris Cove and lift the curse.”

  “That’s good, right?” asked Garrett.

  “Hang on. There’s more. While Petra was talking to him, he told her some facts about these particular demons. Apparently he’s had dealings with them before. He believes the curse didn’t affect Estevan, Liam, Merrick, or Tom because they weren’t trying to leave the island. They were trying to save a life.”

  “We were right, then,” said Javier.

  “Yes, probably. But otherwise, Zaire believes the curse is still in place, because like I said, he’s had dealings with these demons and their curses before. He said that these demons aren’t patient. It’s been three generations since it was cast, and we still haven’t learned to mend our ways as a whole. So, to lift it, Zaire believes the demons will require another boon. Another sacrifice.”

  Javier exchanged a glance with Renata, whose skin was far too pale. He placed an arm around her shoulder. “What do they want this time?”

  Javier had never seen his cousin look so uncomfortable. “Zaire asked Petra all kinds of questions about the documents and about the stories in Shona’s diary. Then he said that because the original curse had demanded a sacrifice as a boon for them to cast it, and because it’s been so long but we all still haven’t learned to behave, to lift it would require a descendant of the original woman…a living Fontanette.” Nando sighed out loud again. “That a living Fontanette be sacrificed.”

  Chapter Ten

  Renata wasn’t sure whether to laugh or bolt from this house and hop on the first available flight off the island. At this point, she didn’t care whether that was in the cargo hold of one of the planes belonging to Cove Cargo, or in a seat on one of McMurphy Flight’s planes. It hardly mattered. Her parents were dead, and she had no siblings. She was the last living descendant of the Fontanette family.

  “But he’s not certain,” said Garrett. “This Zaire…he isn’t certain about this. This was only a guess on his part, right? That’s how it sounds from what you said.”

  Garrett was always the voice of calm reasoning at work, and he was now, as well.

  Nando nodded. “Yes. It sounded that way to us, too. Graham asked Nita and Petra both a lot of questions when Nita called this morning, and that’s what Petra took away from the conversation with Zaire. That this was conjecture on his part.”

  “Well, we need to find out for sure.” Garrett stroked her hair. “I mean, there’s no point in getting crazy over this until we know for certain. When is this man coming here?”

  “Today. Scott McMurphy is flying to St. Croix this morning to pick him up.”

  Garrett slapped the arm of the sofa with his free hand. “Well, there. You see? Nothing to worry about. We’ll talk to him.”

  Garrett’s voice was too shrill, and he was never this animated. Renata watched him carefully.

  “I’m sure there’s another way,” he said. “And fuck it all. If it comes to that, no one is going to go along with it this time. The damn curse has stood this long, so it can just stay that way.”

  Javier, Nando, Leta, and Graham all nodded.

  “Absolutely,” said Nando. “You’re right.”

  “What difference does it make whether it’s lifted or not?” asked Graham.

  “No one will care,” said Javier. “And no one needs to know about this outside of this group.” He narrowed his eyes. “No one else does know, do they?”

  “They won’t hear it from us,” said Leta.

  “Phyllis knows,” said Graham quietly. “Nita mentioned her reaction when I spoke to her on the phone.”

  “What did she say?” asked Renata.

  “She said Phyllis crossed herself about twenty times and began reciting prayers.”

  Renata hugged herself as a violent shiver ran through her. “This is crazy.”

  Javier cupped her face. “Nothing is going to happen to you.”

  “We won’t allow it,” said Garrett. “This is completely crazy. Let’s just wait until Zaire gets here and has time to calm down and look at all the information in person. There has to be another way to lift this curse.”

  “If you say so.”

  When Leta, Graham, and Nando finally left, after expressing similar sentiments that no one on this island would let anything happen to her, Renata used the excuse of wanting to take a shower to get some alone time. She let the warm water wash over her, but it didn’t help. All it did was bring back memories of the previous afternoon when all three of them were in here together.

  She tried to hold off the tears, but they came anyway. She knew no one would expect her to offer herself as a sacrifice, but that wasn’t the point. If Zaire was right and the only way to lift this curse was to kill another person, then there was no hope for Garrett, Javier, or any male member of their families. There was no hope for any of the children the Raleighs and Durantes might have. Or for their grandchildren. The curse would go on forever.

  And in time, her story would be told, and she’d be the root cause of this curse. The person whose life had mattered more than lifting a curse that had been in place for over sixty years. Maybe one day a young girl wou
ld write stories about this generation, and her name would be in it as the person who caused the curse to remain attached to both families for eternity.

  And what would become of all the triads on the island, like Leta, Graham, and Nando? None of them would risk having children. Not now. Not after coming this close to having the curse lifted and then finding out that there was now no hope of it ever going away.

  What if none of the Raleighs and Durantes decided to have children from this point on? Both families would end with this current generation. Phoebe’s Playthings would fall into someone else’s hands in about fifty years or so, and then it wouldn’t be the same company.

  No one would run it the way Asa and Tim now did, or the way Arizona and Dallas would once they took over as CEOs. It would cease to exist one day, and they’d trace it back to this moment in time. Right now. This point where a woman named Renata Fontanette had refused to give up her life to save an entire island.

  When she emerged, Renata did the best she could with her tangled mess of hair and then put on clean clothes. Garrett had made them another feast for breakfast, but she barely ate anything. Nothing Javier or Garrett said penetrated the fog in her brain.

  Finally, Garrett asked if she wanted to take a drive to the southern end of the island. “I love to walk along the beach there, with the rocks and hills. It’s much more interesting than the northern end, where the water is smooth and peaceful.”

  “Kind of tempting fate by doing that, no?”

  Garrett scooted his chair over so he could take her hands. “Stop this. Right now. We don’t even know if Zaire’s assumptions are correct. And even if they are, so what? We’re not going to kill another person just to lift this curse. Do you honestly think anyone on this island would be okay with that?”

  She shook her head as the tears threatened again. “No. But hear me out.” Before she lost her nerve, she told them everything she’d been thinking in the shower, from how none of them would have children now to what she imagined would become of Phoebe’s Playthings.