Fiery Surrender

by Mari Carr

  For the next thirty minutes, they demolished everything in the place. At one point, Rich started lobbing teacups in the air like baseballs, while Langston swung his bat and shattered them midair. When Mina got tired of swinging the heavy sledgehammer, she tossed it down and picked up a wooden chair instead, beating it against an old printer until both the machine and her makeshift weapon were utterly destroyed. They continued to scream over the ear-piercing heavy metal music until they were hoarse, breathless.

  When the music stopped, they lowered their weapons. The employee returned to the room, grinning from ear to ear. “You all are troublemakers. I like it,” he said in a heavy Boston accent.

  Rich looked around the room. Nothing was left intact. They were surrounded by indistinguishable pieces of wood, metal, and glass that covered the ground like deadly carpet.

  “That was fucking awesome!” Langston declared, punching a victorious fist in the air.

  Mina, red-faced and sweaty, laughed as she pulled off her hard hat. “I feel…so much…better,” she said, still panting from her exertions. “What a rush.”

  Forty minutes later, they were back in the hotel suite, still laughing, still reliving their “glorious kills” in the rage room.

  Rich locked the door, tossing his jacket on a chair nearby. He looked at Langston, wondering if the other man would tell him the truth if he asked again what he’d been discussing with the Grand Master.

  “Shower or Jacuzzi?” Langston asked.

  And Rich realized he wasn’t ready to dampen this warm, relaxed feeling.

  “Jacuzzi,” Rich and Mina said in unison.

  Rich suspected the hot water would go a long way toward soothing muscles that were going to be sore tomorrow.

  Langston led the way, filling the tub as the three of them stripped off their clothing. There was no shyness between them anymore. Being naked in their presence was starting to feel as natural as being fully dressed.

  They’d been utterly exhausted when they left the rage room, but Rich was starting to catch his second wind. Especially when Langston sank down into the tub, drawing Mina in with him. She rested her back against Langston’s chest, the other man reaching around her to cup her breasts.

  Rich’s cock thickened as he watched. Mina twisted her head so that she and Langston could kiss, and he recalled last night, the way they’d tied him to the bed. He had never—never—been restrained in bed, always approaching bondage as the top.

  Langston had challenged his authority. And Rich had fucking loved it.

  But tonight, he felt the need to reassert his own dominance.

  “You coming in?” Mina asked when Rich remained apart for too long. “The water feels fine.”

  He chuckled and climbed into the tub, facing Langston and Mina. Langston hadn’t exaggerated much about the Jacuzzi, which was the size of a spa. There was more than enough room for the three of them. Rich grasped Mina’s feet and pulled them onto his lap, pressing his thumbs firmly into the soles, loving the way her eyes drifted closed and she moaned.

  She’d been a bundle of nerves when they left the suite, but Langston had indeed found the perfect cure…for her and for Rich. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d felt so relaxed.

  He felt so loose, so tranquil, in fact, Rich was considering putting a rage room in, next to the gym in his basement at home.

  Langston reached for the soap, gently washing Mina as Rich continued his foot rub. Sex with each other was still new, so they’d approached each interlude with a sense of almost desperation and impatience.

  Tonight, they were in no hurry, perfectly content to allow the sexual tension to ratchet up slowly, in inches rather than miles.

  Once Langston finished washing her, Mina took the soap from him, treating him to the same soft cleansing before shifting closer to Rich.

  “Your turn,” she murmured seductively as she lathered up his chest and arms. He sucked in a deep breath when her sudsy hand slid along his cock, taking him from half-mast to rock-hard in an instant. She focused her ministrations there for several minutes until Rich pulled her hand away.

  “Behave,” he whispered, pointing to his dick. “I have plans for him tonight and they don’t include a hand job.”

  Mina laughed softly. “What do they include?”

  He studied her face, and then shifted his gaze over his shoulder to Langston. “Me in your pussy, while Langston fucks your ass.”

  Rich chuckled at the utter astonishment on Langston’s face. He had to hand it to the other man. His recovery time was impressive. It took mere seconds for the words to sink in before shades of the dominant lover Rich had seen last night reemerged.

  But then an unfamiliar ache rumbled in Rich’s chest as he recalled Langston’s conversation with Juliette this afternoon. He kept hearing the Grand Master reassuring Langston “it will be okay.” Langston had a unique relationship with the Grand Master, so it was possible she’d grant his request, even without invoking the Bloody Binding rule.

  Now that he knew what Langston could do, how valuable he was as a member, as a person, Rich thought it possible that the Grand Master would grant Langston’s request just to keep him happy, keep him in the Trinity Masters. Beyond that, she obviously wanted Oscar and Walt to join the Trinity Masters as well. Would Langston use them as a bargaining chip?

  The hard truth was…it was his fault they were in this boat. He had initiated sex between the three of them because he’d been horny and wanted to have sex with Mina…and Langston. Sure, he’d spun it as a way of helping Langston understand how trinities worked, but that had been a flimsy reasoning even when they’d been drunk. He mentally rolled his eyes when he considered how he’d felt almost magnanimous that first night for suggesting it.

  He’d imagined it would be hot, raw, but ultimately casual sex.

  He hadn’t anticipated feeling anything for the man. Hadn’t known he’d been setting them all up for…for what? Heartbreak? Is that what this feeling was?

  Mina slid back across the tub, straddling Langston’s legs, kissing him once more.

  Fuck.

  Rich wasn’t the only one who was going to be hurt. He knew Mina well enough to know she was falling for Langston as well.

  Which meant he should call a halt to all of this now.

  And if he was a smart man, he would.

  Mina broke the kiss and looked over her shoulder at Rich. “Why are you all the way over there?” she purred.

  Rich slid across the tub, kneeling behind her, his cock nestled against her ass, as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her shoulder. Then he reached out and ran his hand over Langston’s shoulder, wanting to touch him as well.

  He was a goddamn fool.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Mina shooed the boys out of the bathroom. Baths were relaxing, and also good foreplay, but she needed to wash her hair and shave her legs. She pushed them out into the living room of the suite, and then grabbed her suitcase, hauling it into the bedroom so she could get her toiletries bag. Before she hopped in the shower, she picked up her phone and placed a quick order.

  Thirty minutes later, clean, scrubbed, with freshly blow-dried hair, she walked out into the living area just in time to see Rich shutting the suite door, a paper bag bearing a pharmacy logo in his hand. Langston was standing beside him.

  Mina bit her lip, delighted she hadn’t missed this, and watched as they both bent their heads to peer into the bag.

  Rich reached in and pulled out the small white box. “Lube?”

  “Lube,” Mina agreed, drawing their attention. They looked over, two tall, strong men. She’d had both of them, in turns, and briefly had both of them inside her when she’d been sucking Rich’s cock while Langston fucked her.

  But tonight she was going to have one in her ass and one in her pussy. Ever since Rich had mentioned it in the tub, her imagination had been running in the background, picturing, imagining exactly how intense and amazing that would feel. She had goose bumps, and it wa
sn’t because she was cold.

  “There should be gloves, too,” she murmured.

  Langston looked in the bag and pulled out a small packet of medical gloves. “You thought of everything.”

  “I like to be prepared.” Mina was wearing one of the hotel’s huge Turkish towels, which she’d wrapped around herself and rolled at the top to keep it in place. Now she started to tug, loosening it. “And I expect you two to take care of me, prepare me, before fucking me.”

  She dropped the towel.

  Langston sucked in air, a massive compliment since it was hardly the first time he’d seen her naked.

  Rich tossed the box of lube in the air casually, then caught it. “You know, I always travel with a small tube…”

  “Slut,” Mina purred approvingly. She kicked the towel out of the way. They were fully clothed and she was naked. They were going to use her, fuck her…

  She was already panting with desire and nothing had happened yet. She couldn’t wait until they had their hands on her.

  Maybe Langston would be rough and dominant with her, the way he’d been with Rich.

  “We’ll take care of you,” Langston said softly, passing the gloves back to Rich, who dropped them into the bag.

  He started to walk toward her and Mina’s breath caught, anticipation of the rough, hot fucking making her light-headed.

  Langston brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers, and then kissed her forehead. Mina twined her arms around him, pressing her naked body against his clothed one.

  “Why did you bother to get dressed?” she asked before nipping at his neck.

  Rich arrived at their side, his gaze soft and almost…tender…as he looked at them. He stroked a hand down her back. When he reached her ass, she wiggled it, hoping for a spank.

  Instead, he dropped to his knees beside her and kissed her hip, the dip of her waist.

  They were both good, considerate lovers. Trying to make sure she was ready before they fucked her hard.

  But she didn’t need any more gentle foreplay.

  Mina took a step back through the open door and into the bedroom. She crooked her finger and backed up until she hit the edge of the massive bed.

  Langston gestured for Rich to go first. He rose and walked into the bedroom.

  Really fucking slowly.

  She was going to explode if these two didn’t hurry up.

  Oh. Oh.

  They were doing it on purpose, going slow to torture her. Diabolical. She grinned.

  Well, she’d just have to tempt them to hurry up.

  Mina turned and crawled into the center of the massive bed. Still on her hands on knees, she looked over her shoulder at them. “Don’t make me wait anymore, lovers. I need you.”

  Langston broke first, coming to the bed and sitting on the left side. He reached out a hand and stroked her back, over her ass, and then down her thigh to the back of her knee. Mina arched like a cat, humming her approval.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said softly.

  “You are,” Rich agreed, coming to stand on the other side of the bed. He put a knee on the mattress and Mina’s blood started to pound, her nipples hard in anticipation. Rich leaned forward and kissed her shoulder, her back. He stroked her cheek as Langston had and tucked her hair behind her ear.

  “Stop playing with me and fuck me,” she demanded.

  “We’re not playing with you,” Langston said softly. “You deserve to be cherished.”

  “Cherished,” Rich repeated. “Good word.”

  Langston turned so he had both hands and one knee on the bed, then he leaned in to kiss her. He rubbed his lips softly over hers. She bit his bottom lip. He kissed the corner of her mouth. She parted her lips and licked him.

  Rich went back to petting her, his hand firm but chaste, even as it ran over her naked ass, fingertips passing within inches of her very wet pussy.

  Langston withdrew, kissing her cheek, her ear.

  “Stop,” she begged. “Stop teasing me.”

  Both men pulled away.

  Aggravated, Mina flipped over, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed. She stared at both of them.

  Rich tucked his hands into his pockets. “Mina, what I said in the tub, that doesn’t have to happen,” he said softly. “You deserve to be—”

  “If you say cherished, I’m going to scream,” she snapped. While she’d been in the shower, something had gone wrong with both of them. Instead of having hot double-penetration sex, they were acting like she was some virgin they were trying to seduce.

  “Why are you two being such boner killers?” she demanded.

  “What?” Langston sank back to sit on the side of the bed, looking a bit like a kicked puppy.

  Rich crossed his arms. “Boner killers? Really?”

  “You are killing my lady boner with all this…whatever it is you’re doing.”

  “We’re making love to you,” Langston said softly.

  Mina put her hands over her face, careful not to fuck up her carefully applied, “oh look, I’m not wearing makeup” makeup.

  “What happened while I was in the shower?” Her words were muffled, but they heard.

  “Nothing happened,” Rich declared, starting to sound irritated.

  “Then why are you two being such testicles?”

  Langston blinked in surprise. “Being what?”

  “I’m calling you a pussy,” Mina said ruthlessly. “But honestly, pussies are tough, so I’m calling you a testicle because they’re delicate.”

  “That’s not going to catch on,” Rich snarked.

  “It will,” Mina shot back. If they weren’t going to fuck her, maybe she could fight with Rich. She’d known him long enough that they could probably get a really good fight going. He’d done some shit when they were in their twenties she could drag up.

  “You don’t want us to make love to you?” Langston asked.

  “For fuck’s sake… No. I wanted you two to fuck me. I wanted anal. I wanted both your cocks in me at once. If there’s some light spanking in there, even better.” Beyond irritated now, she scrambled to the side of the bed and climbed off. Indignant, sexually frustrated, and uselessly naked, she stomped toward the bathroom. She’d left her suitcase in there after pulling out her toiletries.

  She was almost to the bathroom door before Rich looped an arm around her waist, hauling her back against his chest.

  She grabbed his forearm and shoved. “Too late. Moment’s over.”

  “I don’t think so, darlin’.”

  The muscles in his forearms were hard as steel under her palms, and his voice was a menacing growl in her ear. Her libido, which had collapsed in despair, sat up.

  “Rich…” Langston was on his feet, watching her struggle in his arms from the far side of the bed.

  “We could have been gentle with you.” Rich’s other hand cupped her bare breast, thumb flicking her nipple.

  Mina yelped, the sensation sudden and electrifying.

  “But now we’re going to be rough with you. That lube you got? You’ll have to beg us to use it.”

  Her brain short-circuited as arousal, a magnitude stronger than what she’d felt before, swamped her. Oh yes, this was exactly what she wanted. That didn’t stop her from panting, “Let go.” She wiggled in Rich’s arms, causing his hand to tighten on her breast. “I’m not going to have sex with you.”

  Big lie.

  They were going to have all the sex.

  “Either of you.”

  Bigger lie.

  She was going to have all the sex with both of them at the same time.

  “Oh, yes you are.” Rich released her breast and grabbed her neck, index finger under her jaw forcing her to tilt her head back against his shoulder.

  “Rich, let go. She said no.” Langston circled around the bed, eyes dark with anger and worry.

  “She didn’t. She’s said a lot of shit, but she hasn’t said no.”

  Langston reached for them, but Rich hauled h
er backwards. “Mina, if you want me to stop, say ‘no.’”

  “Fuck that,” Langston snarled. “Affirmative consent. And you, we, don’t have it.” He jerked Rich’s hand from her neck, then moved past him, forcing Rich’s arm backwards.

  Rich released her as he stumbled back, and Mina turned to watch, panting.

  Langston released his wrist, and then threw a punch at his arm. Rich dodged.

  “For fuck’s sake, Mina, you want to say something?!” Rich demanded.

  “Would you both take off your shirts before you keep fighting?”

  Langston whipped around to look at her, eyes widening. Sweet man, trying to protect her from her own dark needs. She smiled at him. “You’re a good man, Langston.”

  “So you were—”

  His words cut off with an “oof!” as Rich tackled him, both of them crashing onto the bed.

  She winced, waiting to see if the frame would break, but when the hotel remodeled the suite after the fire, someone had clearly been prepared for the possibility of insane, horny trinities and reinforced the furniture.

  “Now rip off his shirt with your teeth,” Mina called out.

  Rich rolled off Langston, and then jumped to his feet. His gaze was hot, face set in hard lines. That was either anger or arousal. Hopefully both.

  Mina retreated, one step at a time. Rich matched her, step for step, and with each, he shed a bit of clothing. Toeing off one shoe, then the other. Removing his shirt.

  She started to circle around the bed.

  Langston propped himself up on his elbows and watched them. “Just to confirm, you’re okay with this?”

  “If by ‘this’ you mean some rough, hot sex with both of you, and not taking turns, I mean at the same time—” Mina’s back hit a wall. She was trapped. Crap. But also…yay!

  Langston bounced off the bed. “Sweetheart, I’m worried we’ll—”

  “Be too hard?” she murmured hopefully. “Fuck me so long and rough that I pass out? Take me until—”

  Rich lunged, and she dove out of the way. Her libido was screaming at her to just stand still, but another part of her was irked that they’d been so dense earlier. She wanted to force them to be rough with her, to stop treating her like a vestal virgin.