Wet

by Angel Payne

  “About how sweet your cunt can grip a man’s cock, baby.”

  “Things are about to get better, brother.” Kellan intensified his assault on her ass. He prodded at her walls with all three fingers, expanding her wider. “Much better.” The wolfish confidence in his tone was a gut-flipper of a turn-on. Still, Lani tensed when he withdrew his fingers from her entrance. Not more than a second later, he pressed the well-lubed knob of his erection there instead. As her membranes screamed, her mouth whimpered. “Relax, Starshine. The head’s the hardest part.”

  “N-Now you tell me,” she grumbled.

  “Concentrate on me for now.” Tait leveled his face in order to brush her lips with his. He increased the pressure as Kellan worked his dick into the first inch of her anus. Lani screamed into his mouth as Kellan began penetrating her with eye-popping pressure. “Breathe, baby. Push out then take a little more. Breathe. An inch at a time. You can do this.”

  “No,” she whispered. “I can’t.”

  “You already are,” Kellan grated. “And fuck, is it good. Lani—goddess—my dick’s never felt anything like this.”

  “Second that intel.” Tait tunneled one hand into her hair as he slid the other between their bodies, curling a couple of fingers along her clit. “You’re so hot for us, dreamgirl. So hot and wet and ready to take both our cocks.”

  She let out a deep sigh, confirming every one of his words as true. Her sensitive nub responded to his fingers, trembling with the force of her need. Having them both inside her was a fulfillment beyond imagining, awakening her sex to a call of erotic fulfillment. Her breath spiraled and grew into a long, primal moan.

  “Yessss.” Kellan grabbed both her ass cheeks, squeezing them to bring back the burn of his spanking. “Almost there, sweetheart. You’ve got me so deep now. You’re squeezing me so tight.”

  Tait growled as his dick expanded inside her. “Do you feel me too? Do you feel my dick sliding on that special spot in your pussy? Open your senses and feel it, Lani. Beautiful goddess…you deserve it. You deserve all of this, after everything you gave me today.” He pulled his fingers back a little, which should have been a torment for her but wasn’t. Without the stimulation on her clit, Lani focused on what he’d said. Aue, there was a different kind of feeling inside her now. Kellan’s cock throbbed through her membranes, adding to the fullness of Tait’s, bringing a sexual fire she’d never experienced before.

  “Gods,” she rasped. “What the hell is happening?”

  “Clamp down.” Tait’s instruction was a rod of sensual steel. “Clench it all in, babe. Hold our cocks as hard as you can. Feel our dicks pulsing for you, every inch of them hard and thrusting. We both want only one thing: to feel you coming apart for us.”

  Kellan pushed once more to seat his cock completely in her ass. His long groan erased away her last bits of pain. He pressed himself over her, suckling her nape as Tait again took her mouth. “You’re so perfect, Starshine. So amazing. So brave.”

  Tait pulled back enough for her to see the golden iridescence in his gaze, focused solely on her. “You’ve given us so much today, baby. Let us give you this.”

  Kellan added to the wonderful burn in her ass by rolling his hips. “Come for us, beautiful girl,” Kellan commanded. “We need to feel your orgasm around our cocks.”

  Denying them would have been telling her heart not to beat anymore. It halted anyway, succumbing to the burst of fire that started deep inside her sex and then exploded through her clit and pussy. She was a ball of silver-white flames, a sun captured, a comet turned into the willing plaything of these two demigods. She screamed, throwing her head back into Kellan’s brutal kiss, her mouth consumed by his bellow as he rammed her even deeper and heated her back passage with his climax. A moment later, Tait groaned as he emptied his cock too.

  In the immediate aftermath, she began to shake. Her muscles turned to rubber. Her mind suddenly felt like a schizophrenic pinball machine. Tait and Kellan, still both inside her, felt the strange change and hung on tighter—but their murmured reassurances only made the ordeal worse. Her soul needed to find the exit door again. She couldn’t remain out in the emotional open like this. It was nice to take a little visit to vulnerability, but now it was time to make a dive for the bunker of reality again, and—

  Too late.

  A significant wind blew past the car.

  And with it, a whisper of sound…in her mind.

  Tears spilled. She shook her head.

  It’s okay, girlfriend. Please don’t fight me. I’m only here to help. I just wanted to know if you’d convey a little message for me…

  “Lani? Lani!”

  “You think we should take her to a hospital, T?”

  She peered up at the two of them from where she lay in the jeep’s bed, flat on her back. She had no idea how much time had passed, though a guess said not much. She was still naked. Hell, the guys hadn’t even zipped up, though their used condoms had been stowed—well, somewhere.

  A strange giggle left her.

  When the guys peered down in confusion, she laughed even harder.

  What a difference eight days could make. Now she was the one in the prone position, feeling like she’d been sucking down half a bottle of vodka. Her mirth clearly didn’t help their befuddlement.

  “Dreamgirl?” Tait leaned forward. “You okay? You phased out on us.”

  Kellan snorted. “What he means to say is, you scared the living shit out of us.”

  “Yeah. That too.”

  “Can you sit up?”

  They coordinated efforts to pull her upright. Once done, they both pulled off their shirts. Kell pushed the neck hole of his over her head. Tait tucked his into her lap. She took in both their rippled torsos and bit her lower lip. “Maybe I should phase out a lot more.”

  They both rolled their eyes. “Drink this.” Kellan pushed a bottle of electrolyte drink into her grip. The Boy Scout struck again. She wanted to giggle again, but they kept staring like she’d turn into a ghost any second—which wasn’t such a farfetched notion, considering what she was about to say.

  “I’m fine, okay?” She set down the drink and brushed her knuckles across the stubbled edges of both their jaws. “I’m better than fine, actually.”

  Their eyebrows jumped in tandem. Tait found his voice again first. “Okaaay. Care to expound on that any further?”

  She pushed her arms through the arm holes of Kellan’s shirt, carefully folded her hands in her lap, and leaned against the jeep’s back door, hoping it lent a little stability. Though she was grinning like an idiot again, filled with joy about getting to play messenger girl this time, the circumstances were still a little unconventional.

  Maybe a lot unconventional.

  “I need to relay some information,” she finally stated.

  Their mutual scowls didn’t surprise her.

  “What…kind of information?” Kellan queried. When she took a second to close her eyes, he lurched forward to grab her. “Sweetheart! Stay with us!”

  “I’m right here, you big dodo.” She chuckled. “It’s your own damn fault. Concentrating is a little hard, given the scenery.” While reopening her eyes, she murmured, “I think she agrees with me.”

  Tait cocked his head. “She who?”

  A grin spread across her lips. “The one who says that you need to move on, Weasley. If not, she’ll find some cosmically terrible way to kick your ass.”

  The man straightened his head. And his shoulders. And took in the scope of her words with a heavy nod—until the weight of their meaning crushed him, dragging down his head and hunching his shoulders.

  Kellan was the first to grab one of those shoulders as Tait succumbed to the force of a release six months in the making. There was an unmistakable sheen in Kellan’s deep gray eyes, so easy for Lani to recognize because the tears in her eyes matched. The three of them held each other, rocking a little, swallowing a lot, washing away pain in tears that were unfettered, unapologetic, unashamed.r />
  How was she going to say goodbye to them?

  It suddenly became the hardest and the easiest question in the world.

  Undoubtedly, she’d never opened herself up to any man, let alone two at the same time, as she had with them. Nor was she likely to ever again. But in the gift of this moment, she also saw fate’s sublime hand in bringing them to her life, here and now. They’d taught her how to feel again. To trust again. To once more believe that the impossible could be very real.

  When Tait lifted his tear-salted lips and kissed her, she felt a thousand feet tall. When Kellan leaned over and added his passionate embrace, that figure was doubled. Though things were still a mess back at Hale Anelas, she was bolstered now about her ability to handle it. She’d take on a hundred Gunter Bensons if she had to—and win.

  The resolve filled her with a burst of brilliant joy, matched only by the two walls of hard, heated soldier flesh pressing around her once more. As Kellan and Tait cajoled her into just a few more minutes of enjoying their jungle lust cocoon, she didn’t forget to close her eyes and reach inward, tiptoeing into that special place in her soul once more, to let her heart whisper two words to the presence who waited for her there, somehow filling her mind with an image of high-heeled boots, lavender fingernails, and a divine Catwoman smile.

  Thank you.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Kellan trailed a couple of fingers down the side of his water bottle, watching as the last rays of the sunset filtered through Hale Anelas’s orchard and rose garden, turning the condensation into liquid gold. His motions were as relaxed and lazy as the breeze sifting through the hibiscus blooms along the rails of the back lanai.

  They were also a lie.

  What a difference twenty-four hours could make.

  When he and Tait returned from the monastery with Lani yesterday, he’d changed into a T-shirt he’d never worn before: a gag gift T had given him during the team’s vacation to Los Angeles, before the trip wasn’t a vacation anymore. There was a stick figure on the front of the thing, wearing a dork-ass smile and accompanied by the line Life is Good. He’d thrown a shit ton of sarcasm at the guy, telling him the shirt would be worn when the saying really held true. With that in mind, he’d expected to be using the thing as a car rag in a few years. Yet last night, he’d ripped off the tags and proudly pulled the fucker on.

  The lip he’d expected from Tait about it? Nonexistent. The guy, clearly flying on their mutual high of camaraderie and connection, actually grinned and gave him a fist bump. They usually saved shit like that for special occasions like the opening night of a Vin Diesel film or drilling a kill shot through a terrorist’s skull.

  They’d made up an excuse about running to grab some dinner so they could sneak in their update call to Franzen. Trouble was, their CO had no news, except that Colton had passed their information to the proper CIA division and careful follow-up on their intel was in play.

  The news had been a weird relief. In many ways, Kell desperately wanted his revelation to hit a dead-end so they could continue dealing with Benson as nothing more than the pretty boy lowlife developer they’d originally assumed. Buy-offs to the local permits officials were toddler games compared to what shit Benson could be in with heavy hitters from Pyongyang and Tehran.

  Their good fortune continued when they returned to the house with their Chinese takeout feast, though it hadn’t seemed that way at first. Lani was waiting for them in the living room, trays set up for the food and last night’s episode of Scandal cued on the DVR. She made the torture worse by having changed clothes herself, flopping on the couch between them in a cute little tank top over shorts that hugged her ass and not much else. Great. It had been an hour of lukewarm chow mein, Olivia Pope melodrama, and a hard-on of unrelenting fury—a torment that he at least didn’t have to endure alone, if he read Tait’s pained glances correctly.

  Unbelievably, the guy stood up as the show ended to make the noble though half-assed move to leave for Franz’s place again. The moment had awkward spray-painted all over it, especially in light of everything that had happened during the afternoon. But before Kell could give him a proper what-the-fuck smack, Lani stood as well, converting to full minx mode. With a kitten’s grin over her shoulder, the woman told T he could do what he wanted, but she was taking advantage of Leo’s late practice to take a long shower—and damn, it would be nice to have some help washing her back.

  A half hour later, balls deep in the woman’s pussy while she “soaped” his buddy’s cock with a hand job from heaven, Kell knew it’d be a shower he’d never forget.

  After they’d all toweled off, he’d let Tait collapse into bed with Lani, sensing they needed the extra time with each other. He supposed the decision should have been weird, but it wasn’t. It had simply felt right.

  Perhaps the knowledge that this “arrangement” was temporary, along with the healing she’d brought to T with the afternoon’s revelations, had lent him the bold thought—but his gut started nagging at him with a different impression of things. A number of them, actually. He’d stuffed the thoughts right back down into their origin point, the valley in a soldier’s soul that wasn’t meant for the light of scrutiny. The place called vulnerability.

  He’d kept his mind well out of the valley for the rest of the night, even saving Lani from Leo’s scrutiny by falling asleep in front of the TV, before Tait shook him awake just before dawn so they could call Franzen again. Once again, their CO relayed that there was no news from the spooks. Kell’s solace had gotten another hall pass.

  Three hours ago, fate called in that chip.

  They’d known it as soon as Franz came on the line, during the call that took place during their “afternoon jog” on the beach. The man’s voice was tight, without a single line worthy of a movie marketing slogan. Instead, he went straight to confirming the two of them were alone and could speak freely. Not a good sign.

  Kellan had unearthed a bigger information landmine than anyone had dreamed. Intelligence agents in Iran and North Korea had confirmed mysterious “travel plans” for high-ranking generals in their countries, cross-referenced with flight plans from private jets that had landed at Lihue three days ago, having somehow skirted the customs process in Honolulu.

  While the FBI had been tasked with discovering who had been paid off and where, the task for the CIA—and now, their two-man Spec Ops team—was far more immediate. After a day and a half of hard searching, the spooks had found their two needles in the five hundred and fifty-two square mile haystack of the island. Surprise, surprise; both generals were shacking up at the same off-the-map luxury retreat, making cell phone calls to the exact same number. There was no information available for the burner phone, which had been purchased with cash by a local kid who’d been paid off for the transaction, but they’d at least secured a GPS lock on the device.

  Whoever the generals were talking to was sitting on the beach a quarter mile south of Hale Anelas.

  Franzen had stirred the shit pot even thicker by informing them about the conversations overheard by the spooks. Both agents confirmed that a meeting was happening tonight in something called “the cave.” All he and Tait had to do now was find that bad guy, approach him undetected, and then learn where this “cave” was located. And by the way, they didn’t know what he looked like. And oh yeah, the spooks needed the information as soon as possible. And another thing: if their cover was blown, the army’s official line would be that they were AWOL soldiers, acting without the government’s knowledge or permission.

  “Piece of fucking cake,” Kell grumbled.

  Lani’s laugh, spilling out of the kitchen door like a string of bells, turned his mental disconnect into total hell. Tait was still inside with her, issuing reassurances that he and Kell would be fine while she accompanied Leo to college recruitment night at school. T always was better than he at feigning charming and jovial, though the second they hit the path toward the beach, he was back to being the epitome of don’t-fuck-with-me
steel. “You have your knife?” he queried in a terse mutter.

  “Affirmative,” Kell answered. The feel of the Bowie he’d “borrowed” from Lani, strapped to his calf, was added security he hoped not to use.

  “Let’s do this shit,” T snarled. “If these assholes are behind any of Benson’s monkey-fuckeries, I guarantee I’m gonna knock some douchebag heads.”

  Kell didn’t know whether to celebrate or hassle that statement. The good news was T-Bomb was back in his full, furious, focused soldier glory. That was also the bad news.

  They hit the beach but kept as close to the trees as they could. Kell rolled a silent prayer toward the emerging stars that Tait had opted for an easy silence instead of attempting one of his mind-whack heart-to-hearts. A little therapy, especially right after Luna died, had been a good thing for the guy. A lot of therapy had turned him into a psychobabble freak show.

  “Kell…this is probably a good time to clear the air.”

  He flashed a glare at the sky. This is what I get for the shout-out of gratitude?

  “Slash-tastic? You listening?”

  “Actually, I’m trying not to.”

  “Fuck.” Tait halted his pace for a telling moment. “I guess some things don’t change.”

  Kellan stopped too. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

  Tait cocked his head. “I thought you cared about this woman. A lot.”

  A flare of ire hit his chest. “You usually come up with better bait than that.”

  “And you’re usually better at avoiding the hook.” He straightened his head. “Which means I’m right.”

  Just like that, the anger vanished. In its place, a strange curiosity spread. He took a turn at the Dr. Freud head tilt. “Nail on the head, buddy. You absolutely are right. Is that what you’re after? Can we move on now?”

  The answer to both questions was no, and he knew it. There was a good chance Tait did too. Kell just hoped his switch-up to honesty would satisfy the guy for a while.