by Angel Payne
“To start with,” Tait went on, “I’d want to grab every inch of this fine, gorgeous ass.”
“Errmmm, you mean like you are right now?” Her smirk was just as sarcastic as her gibe. Kell arched his brows in warning, though it was probably too late. The T-Bomb Dom had officially been awakened, meaning her sass would earn her at least a tiny swat.
Sure enough, the next sound out of her kiss-plumped lips was an enticing yelp, coinciding with the smack Tait delivered to her wriggling backside. The guy silenced and stilled her with his next move, pulling her hands off Kell to shackle them in a commanding grip over her head. With her wrists joined in his grip and her neck beneath his mouth, Tait growled low, openly enjoying the moment before spanking her a second time. “No,” he murmured, emphasizing with a wolfish bite over her carotid, “it’d be a lot more like that.”
Lani’s face went through a fascinating transformation. Kell looked on as her eyes widened a little and her lips parted with new need. “Ohhhh,” she rasped, letting her head fall back. “Gods, why is it so warm now?”
“What is?” Kellan stepped forward to take advantage of her new position, spreading his hands across both her breasts. The camisole she wore under his sweatshirt had minimal padding, thank fuck. “Talk to us, Starshine.”
“My…my backside.” Her forehead pursed as she clearly struggled for focus on the words—just the way he liked it. Her nipples jutted against his fingers. Her wrists writhed in Tait’s sensual captivity. “It’s hot. And tingling. It…feels…so…aiwaiwa.”
“Mmmm. Yeah. Aiwaiwa. My point exactly.” Tait’s arm flexed as he massaged the stunning curves of her ass again. “It’s only the beginning of the treatment I’m fantasizing for these naughty buns of yours, girl.”
Her captivation seemed conquered by confusion. “W-Wait. You want to spank me more? Like make me wear pigtails, call you Daddy, and beg you for my punishment?”
Kell thanked God that elite sniper work required the ability to stifle emotions. But even his skill at the feat almost crumbled against his laughter at her suggestion—especially when guessing Tait would drool a bucket if she appeared in a plaid mini, knee socks, and a knotted shirt over a red lace bra.
His buddy’s reaction, not restrained nearly as well, confirmed that supposition. After letting out a long rumble, Tait slipped his grip from her wrists in order to shove both his hands beneath all her clothes. From the positions of the lumps beneath her clothing, Kell guessed he’d dug his fingers in hard to the sides of her waist.
“You have the begging part right, dreamgirl. But I wouldn’t make you bend over for detention swats. Not your first time in Sergeant Bommer’s class.”
Lani’s tongue sneaked across her lips. She looked a little drunk, clearly trying to comprehend how she stood here, pressed so intimately between the two of them. “So…what’s the purpose of class, then?”
Kellan watched as T worked one of his hands toward the front of her body. As he dipped lower, making her mouth drop in flagrant arousal, Kellan ground his teeth until his jaw ached. God knew, his cock was already there.
“Pleasure, Hokulani,” Tait told her in a husky murmur. “That’s what Sergeant Bommer’s class is always about. Your pleasure…and ours.”
He’d let a significant pause lead to his last two words. And ours. Kellan watched T carefully after that, rewarded for his diligence when his friend glanced up. They smiled together. The shorthand of their friendship was up to speed once more, letting them silently agree on the same significant message.
Let’s give this goddess a night she’ll never forget.
Of course, that was their plan. Securing Lani’s buy-in on the concept was going to be a different challenge. As soon as she figured the intent of Tait’s words—and she would—they’d learn just how high the wall of her resistance would be. In case they were dealing with a steel-lined fortress instead of a thatched fence, Kellan breathed down his erection a little. He noticed Tait doing the same as he extracted his hand from beneath her clothes.
Lani sure as hell didn’t make their efforts at composure any easier. Tait’s words had made her chest rise and fall with more urgency, and her gaze raced between the two of them like she sought permission to reach into Lucifer’s candy jar. Dear fuck, woman. If it’s sweets you want, I have some hard treats right here.
While his brain lingered in that torture chamber of a thought, she turned toward Tait. The result was a view Kellan would remember forever: her profile, soft and vulnerable in the lamp’s glow yet so breathtakingly honest. And so thick with desire…
“I like the sound of this class,” she whispered.
Tait looked as stunned as Kell felt. And elated. Fuck yeah, elated. “You’re certain?”
Lani nodded, swiveling her magical gaze between them again. “I want to give you pleasure. Both of you.”
Tait leaned closer. “You’re really certain?”
Kellan shot his friend a glare. “Dude, don’t you know how to quit when you’re ahead?”
“And don’t you remember how I play this fucking game?” He snorted before turning back to Lani. The woman returned his gaze with worlds of expectation in her eyes. Normally, that kind of blind trust would scare the crap out of Kellan. But this was Tait Bommer, the one person on the planet who wasn’t going to abuse such a gift. Spending hours on rooftops with a guy didn’t leave a lot of his life unexposed, ensuring Kell knew, better than anyone, about Tait’s understanding of broken trust and its lasting pain.
That didn’t mean T was going to be gentle about making his point to Lani. With another growl, deeper now, the guy used a ruthless grip in her hair to pull her back around to face him, latching her stare on to him. A gasp spilled from her lips. Her eyes dilated. Her chest pumped harder.
“Slash has told you I like a little control, right? Sometimes, that phrase changes to a lot of control.” He lowered his head in order to skim his mouth along hers in a back-and-forth tease. “Times like this one.”
A tiny sigh echoed up Lani’s throat. That, along with this incredible view of her unfolding passion, heated Kellan’s blood to unbearable levels. With a grunt, he shifted in his shorts. Unable to resist, he reached and palmed her ass for himself.
“Wh-What do you mean by…‘a lot’?” she whispered.
Tait prefaced his answer by capturing her top lip between his teeth. “I mean that nothing makes my cock swell more than the idea of ripping those pants off you, bending you over the back of the couch, and laying into your bare ass with my palm until it glows deep red. Nothing turns my brain to fire more than wondering how your screams will sound because of it. And nothing makes my balls pound harder than thinking of watching Kell rub out the sting of my spanking, just before he plunges his dick into your pussy from behind.”
“Oh,” she squeaked. “Ohhhh.” It became a moan as T bit her bottom lip.
Kellan merged his groan to her arousal. “For the record, I’m really on board with that flight plan.”
“For the record”—Lani’s rasp came between the little bites she gave Tait’s lips in return—“I am too.”
Tait’s face went through a transformation. Kellan had seen it happen before, on the few nights he’d gone to the Bastille dungeon to witness the guy in scenes with eager submissives. The change happened when Tait crossed his final mental bridge into Dom brain. His eyes gained hoods with their hot concentration. His cheeks sharpened. His mouth firmed. His very posture changed, tautening yet bending as he focused his power completely on his partner. T had attempted an explanation once. He called the process “being invited into her soul.” At the time, Kellan had openly laughed at his friend, had even called it a pretty crowd of words when one would do fine. Foreplay. Now, he rammed a mental boot up his ass for the foolishness.
Without relenting his hold on her head, Tait scanned her whole face before demanding, “Do you absolutely want this, dreamgirl? You completely understand what you’re asking for?”
Lani sent him a steady smile. �
��I may live on an island, Sergeant, but I read. And I dream. And I…fantasize.” She let the implication of that sink in for a few seconds before going on. “I want you to make my fantasies come true…please. I know what I’m asking for.”
T gazed hard at her once more. “Then you also know I’m not going to be gentle.”
Lani trembled. Her nipples jabbed to full erection, discernible even through the layers of her clothes. “Yes,” she replied. “I know.”
“And you know that unless you scream ‘red,’ your safe word to stop everything about this night, I’m going to smack that luscious bottom until I think you’ve had enough?”
She processed that one a lot longer. The moment Kellan figured she’d performed a “Lani mind game” on herself and declared this “fantasy” too wild for her reality, she looked back up and declared, “Yes. I understand. Red is my safe word, and I only use it for a full stop.”
Tait jerked half a smile at her in approval. “And the rest, too, babe. The part about my hand on your flesh…”
“Yes.” Her voice was a breath this time. “I understand.”
“And my will acting as proxy for your needs. That I’ll do the thinking…and you’ll do the feeling.”
“Yes, Tait.”
“Yes, Sir, will be just fine, dreamgirl.”
Her face softened, her eyelids dipping with arousal. “Oh, yes, Sir.”
“Ah. Very nice. Maybe you have been practicing this fantasy, Hokulani.”
“Perhaps.” She let her gaze shift to both of them in anticipation. “A little.”
Tait slipped his hand from her scalp to her shoulders and then down the length of her body, kneading her curves with rough possession. With a nod, he motioned for Kellan to do the same. “Then you probably know what comes next, babe.”
She swayed between them. Little sighs tumbled from her at every commanding sweep of their hands. “M-Maybe,” she whispered. “Especially if it means more of this…”
“Oh, yeah,” Tait assured. “So much more. But before we can feed our goddess’s soul, we want to see her body…all of it. Let us see your naked beauty, Lani…all of it.”
Chapter Fourteen
Unbelievable. She called this the fulfillment of her erotic dreams, but Tait couldn’t remember ever having, let alone realizing, a fantasy this incredible. There was an upside there. Knowing his libido would never give his dreams permission for something like this confirmed the reality of it. Thank fuck.
That was only the beginning of his gratitude. It continued on to the woman who’d entrusted Kellan and him with her naughty secrets. As for Kellan himself? There were few times when Tait was totally wordless, but this was definitely one of them. He hoped his glance at the man, full of as much thanks as he could cram into a second and half, communicated how thoroughly his mind was blown. That by inviting him into the cocoon of their island passion for tonight, Kell actually made him look harder at the island into which his life had become. It wasn’t a sight he enjoyed anymore.
Time to slip another board into his bridge back to humanity.
Kellan gave him a smirk in return, letting him know the message was received, before helping Lani unfasten her bra. The lace fell away and her breasts came free, fully bare for Tait’s gaze at last.
Dear Christ, she was stunning.
“Dreamgirl.” He ran reverent fingers over her nipples. “You make my knees weak.”
“Mmmm.” She licked her lips as he intensified his caresses, circling his thumbs around areolas that tightened into mahogany ovals, centered by nipples now resembling sweet little cinnamon sticks. “That makes two of us, then.”
Kellan reached around from the back to unhitch the latch on her pants. “She’s still way overdressed, Bommer.”
“Roger that. Big-time.”
Lani huffed. “I’m overdressed? Sir?” She added the addendum only after he pinned her with a pointed glare. “I— I mean that maybe you two would be more comfortable in less, as well?”
Kellan groaned before fitting himself tighter behind her. “Smart women are so fucking sexy.”
“Agreed once more.” Tait tilted Lani’s face up with a finger beneath her chin and then kissed her lightly. “We’ll start shucking in a minute, impatient one. Right now, first things first.” He made sure she understood his reference by finishing what Kell started, tugging at the waistband of her pants, dragging down her underwear along with it. Within three seconds, he had the clothes puddled at her feet, finally exposing all of her glorious nudity. “Goddamn,” Tait growled, palming the luscious curve of her waist. “Just as beautiful at this distance as you were from the bushes, babe.”
She sighed and let her head fall back again. “Does this mean ‘first things’ have been handled?”
He took a knee in front of her in a smooth sweep, flashing a wicked glance at Kell during the dip. “Dreamgirl, they’ve only begun.”
Before the woman could conceive a comeback let alone issue it, he parted her dark curls with a couple of fingers and flicked out his tongue to taste the slick treat beyond.
“Ohhhh!” Lani’s moan layered atop another timpani roll from the sky. Both sounds vibrated through Tait, stirring the beast inside who thrived on taming this incredible creature beneath his tongue. With primal hunger, he licked at her folds again. With untamed passion, Lani shrieked and bucked. “Aiwaiwa. Tait— Sir— Ahhhh!”
“You’re turning me way the fuck on with those screams, babe. Every time you let one out, your whole pussy trembles.”
Kellan inserted a long growl into things. “And look at what it’s doing to her tits. Mmmm…these nipples are perfect for biting.”
“And clamping.” He didn’t miss the extra moisture that dotted her labia as soon as he said it.
“Gods!” Lani’s keen was an aching, nearly pleading, sound. She added another scream when Tait pulled back to spread her intimate wings. Her folds shimmered and trembled for him.
“Damn,” he exclaimed. “Her clit’s so hard already. So moist. You have to see this, Slash.”
Kellan slid around and crouched next to him. “Yeah…this has definitely become a favorite view.” He pressed a finger along the crest of dark pink flesh that Tait had separated from the rest of her glimmering pussy.
“Is she always this responsive?”
Kellan chuffed. “Why do you think you haven’t seen a lot of me?”
Tait joined him on the chuckle as he rose back to his feet but let his humor go for the chance to capture Lani’s mouth in another tongue-twisting kiss. “You wearing my buddy out, dreamgirl?” he challenged. “Well, I don’t tire as easily as this fuzzball.”
Kell grunted. “I’m at striking distance to your wank noodle, Bommer. You gonna revise that?”
Tait grinned. Kell wasn’t good for the threat, and they both knew it. Yeah. They did, didn’t they? For the first time in a year, they stepped totally in sync with each other. The comprehension was jolting but amazing. He was at last fearless again. And confident as all fuck.
“You want a revision? Send an email to my editor.” He congratulated himself on making Lani giggle. The action made her breasts jiggle in decadent ways, instantly dipping him back into one of the best preludes to Dom space he’d had in a very long time. “Personally, I vote for stripping as naked as this goddess.”
“Now you’re talking my language, man.”
The new gleam in Lani’s eyes proclaimed her own approval for that plan. If Tait’s blood wasn’t pumping so hard to start the swat party, he would’ve simply stared at her like an idiot for the next ten minutes. Would there ever be a moment when the woman didn’t captivate him like this? “Don’t worry. You get to watch, dreamgirl—from your position on that couch.” He wheeled around to give her ass a commanding smack. “Knees spread on the seat cushions. Ass nice and high. And notch in a good grip on the back of that thing. You’re going to need it.”
With a shivery little sigh, she hastened around the couch but stopped to whimper when Tait and Kell
pulled off their shirts together. Tait was impressed as fuck when Kellan beat him to the punch on slicing a reprimanding scowl at her. Well, well, well. He’d always respected Kell’s clear preference for the vanilla side of sex—granted, it was boiling vanilla, if the screams of the guy’s lovers through hotel walls bore any weight on the subject—but now he had to consider there may be an unrealized Dom inside Sergeant Rush after all.
That could all change once everyone was fully naked.
Yeah, yeah; it wasn’t like Tait had never seen the Slash-master in his bare-assed glory before. But this, as the saying went, was a different ball of come. Four of them, if every nut sack in the room was being fully accounted for. The situation wasn’t your typical third-wheel’s-a-charm date. It was a gift, plain and simple, extended by a guy who took the term “brother” pretty damn seriously. That tagged Tait to return the integrity. Okay, his erection raged as hard as Kellan’s—but that didn’t mean he planned on putting it anywhere except his own palm tonight.
“Come on, man.” He offered a warm grin while beckoning Kellan to follow him to the couch. “You can watch me melt this raindrop of ours. I’ll turn her into the perfect puddle for you to fuck into oblivion.”
As Kellan replied with an approving growl, Lani made a sweet little mewl. Tait expected she’d drop the kitten act any minute, though. The opportunity was too ripe for her to slide in at least one sarcastic zinger, if only to mask any lingering awkwardness she had. But the beauty stunned him by keeping her head bowed low and her hips raised high, even rolling them a little as he and Kellan came near.
He nearly froze in bewilderment. In-fucking-credible. There wasn’t a shred of self-consciousness in how she presented herself, not an ion of discomfort in her atmosphere. He dropped a knee to the couch and leaned over, gently tilting her head so he could see her face. He smiled as she dragged her eyes open. Her irises had deepened to thick, burnished pewter. Her lashes swept her cheeks as she blinked with indolent arousal, entrancing him and igniting him with each languorous glide.
