Fiery Surrender

by Mari Carr

  “Our hearts,” Rich said.

  “Not him,” Mina said, fighting back a smile. “I say we ask the Grand Master to replace Rich with Levi. I bet Levi is a good communicator.”

  Rich scowled…and growled. “That’s it. Get over here, woman. I’m going to—”

  “Call me ‘woman’ one more time, Tex. I dare you.”

  Rich didn’t reply. He pounced.

  Mina shrieked and ran behind Langston. She put her face on his shoulder and smelled his skin through his shirt. His hand came back, resting on her hip.

  “Give me the girl,” Rich demanded.

  “Over my dead body,” Langston said, clearly picking up the game. “But also, don’t spill my drink.”

  Rich wrapped his arms around both of them, Langston sandwiched between their bodies. Mina stood on tiptoe and peered at them. She didn’t want to miss it if they kissed.

  Langston and Rich were staring at one another, faces level—Rich had maybe an inch on Langston in height, while Langston was more muscular.

  The opposite of their cocks, where Rich was thick and Langston long.

  “Now kiss,” Mina breathed.

  Rich looked at her, while Langston twisted his head to glance back in her direction.

  “Kiss,” she demanded. “I’ll watch.”

  “You’re very serious and professional,” Langston pointed out. “Until you get in the bedroom. Then you’re a—”

  “Nymphomaniac?” Rich supplied.

  “I was going to say demanding and slutty. Slutty in an empowering way.”

  “How about less talking, more fucking?” she said.

  “We deserve at least a little foreplay.” Rich released them, stepping back.

  “Foreplay?” Mina stepped back and pulled off her shirt. “Then come here and play with me.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Langston reached for Mina, swinging her over his shoulder fireman-style while she demanded to be put down. He swatted her ass. “No. We’re moving this to the bedroom where we can close the damn door. I like Rich watching when we’re fucking, but if Levi comes out…”

  “All the more reason to stay out here,” Mina purred, lifting her head from where she dangled so she could see Rich’s face.

  “Keep it up, Mina.” Rich’s tone was pure power. Clearly, their husband had a jealous streak.

  Langston carried Mina into the room and tossed her onto the mattress. Rich closed and locked the door. The dude was seriously worried about Levi.

  “So…” Langston began. Mina had pointed out their biggest failing so far had been a lack of communication, and she was right—though for the sake of Rich’s sanity, he wasn’t going to use the word communication. That ended right now. He needed to spell everything out before he took off a single piece of clothing.

  “So?” Rich prompted. He’d already shed his shirt and had his pants unbuttoned and zipper down when he realized Langston wasn’t undressing.

  “I don’t want any more misunderstandings. This is still our honeymoon. And when the month is up, we’re going back to headquarters, saying ‘I do,’ and that’s it. We’re hitched forever. No practicing bullshit. No pity fucking. Got it?”

  Mina pushed herself up, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Wow. This alpha thing you’ve got going on? Total turn-on.” Then, she crooked her finger at him. “Come here. Now.”

  Langston laughed. She might say she liked an alpha in the bedroom, but Mina would never—ever—give up control.

  Of course, he’d never thought he’d be happy in a marriage with another man.

  Never was probably the most overused, misused word in the English language.

  “You liked the alpha thing,” Langston said, exchanging glances with Rich, who was smiling wolfishly. “I think we should expand on that.”

  Rich nodded. The two of them were definitely on the same wavelength.

  Mina narrowed her eyes and impatiently tapped her foot on the floor. “So many clothes still on. And so much talking. I was promised foreplay.”

  “Thought you wanted us to communicate.” Rich drew out the last word as he started climbing on the bed from the opposite side, kneeling behind her. He was shirtless, but his pants were still on, the front flap hanging open. Rich was going commando so his hard dick was right there, in plain view.

  “Body language is an effective means of—”

  Rich cut off the rest of Mina’s comment when he grasped her wrists, pulling her down on the bed sideways. She tried to twist her lower body, but Langston moved faster, stepping between her legs, his firm grip on her thighs holding her open.

  Mina put up a token resistance, but the budded nipples poking through her bra, her flushed cheeks, and the undisguised lust in her gaze gave her away.

  He knew she liked the alpha male thing, but maybe they could take it further.

  Rich, still kneeling on the bed above her head, shifted her wrists so that he could hold them with one of his. Then he reached down and tugged first one breast and then the other out of her bra. He pinched one of her nipples firmly, slowly applying more pressure until she gasped. Then he repeated the same thing with her other nipple.

  “God,” she said on a breath.

  Langston bent forward, running his tongue gently over the same nipple Rich had just pinched. The two of them began alternating, Langston softly stroking away the sting as Rich pinched the other. Over and over, they alternated as Mina undulated beneath Langston, though she didn’t have much wiggle room. He kept her pressed tightly to the mattress, limiting her ability to move.

  “You’re so beautiful, Mina,” Langston murmured against her breast. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

  “Ours,” Rich corrected. “She’s ours.”

  “Ours,” Langston repeated, loving the sound of that.

  Mina gasped again when Langston added his teeth to the play, lightly nipping the distended flesh. “Please.”

  Rich used his free hand to stroke her hair and to tuck back some that had fallen over her eyes. “Foreplay.”

  Langston wasn’t sure if Rich’s word was a taunt or a promise, but right then, he wanted nothing more than to lie in bed with these two people—mine—all night, just learning their bodies, discovering every single erogenous zone.

  “Keep hold of her hands,” Langston said as he rose. He unfastened Mina’s jeans, tugging them and her panties off together. Then he reached under her to unhook her bra. Rich released her briefly while Langston pulled the straps over her arms, then he resumed his grip, tugging her arms above her head again.

  Rich looked at Langston for further instructions, allowing him to take the lead.

  “You have any ties in your luggage?” Langston asked.

  Rich grinned. “Of course I do.”

  Langston didn’t ask permission. He simply went to Rich’s suitcase, lifted the lid and found what he needed.

  Mina narrowed her eyes when he approached. Rich may have given Langston free rein, but Mina always had her own opinion of how things should be done. “I want to be able to touch you, too.”

  “I know,” Langston said, tossing one of the ties to Rich. “Bind her hands together and then to the headboard. I want you to have use of both your hands.”

  “Langston,” Mina started to protest. “You’re not listening to me. I think you’ll like the way I—”

  Langston ran the back of his fingers over her soft cheek. “Be quiet, Mina, or I’ll use one of Rich’s ties to gag you.”

  She sucked in a breath, surprised by his dark tone, and then shockingly, she remained quiet.

  Once Rich had her wrists secured to the bed, he stood and shucked off the rest of his clothing.

  His erection was thick and hard. Rich said he’d participated in ménages before, but he hadn’t gone into any detail about the male-touching aspects. The two of them hadn’t exactly shied away from touching each other, but there was a big difference between casual caresses and fucking.

  Rich’s dick was a beast, and he didn�
�t even want to consider…

  Langston grinned guiltily when he realized Rich had caught him looking at his dick.

  “Take off your clothes,” Rich urged.

  Langston stripped off his own clothing as his lovers watched.

  “Finally,” Mina murmured. “Get in bed with me. I need you.”

  Langston shook his head and considered making good on his threat to gag her, but he didn’t want to take kissing off the table.

  Tonight, he wanted them to make love to their wife.

  He let that word sink in deep, tattooing it on his heart.

  Mina was his wife.

  Rich was his husband.

  They were his.

  Langston crawled on the bed, kneeling with his ass on his heels, at the foot of the mattress. Rich lay down next to Mina on his side, cupping one of her breasts before kissing her.

  Langston watched them kiss for a few minutes. Rich took his time building the kiss, keeping it chaste at first before applying more pressure, then adding his tongue to the play.

  Mina had told the two of them to kiss earlier in the living room, but they hadn’t. Langston hadn’t considered that something he wanted, but he realized now he did. He really fucking did.

  Forcing himself to concentrate on his own goals, he lifted one of Mina’s feet into his lap. The sexy minx flexed, pressing it against his cock. Langston shifted her away, digging his thumbs firmly into the sole.

  Mina broke away from the kiss with Rich, moaning blissfully. “Oh my God. So good.”

  He continued rubbing her foot, loving her soft cries of pleasure. Then he repeated the massage with her other foot.

  Rich gave up trying to kiss Mina and instead turned his attention back to her breasts, cupping and sucking her nipples, until Langston found himself trying to guess which of them had provoked her moan or her cry for more.

  Mina thrashed roughly on the bed. Langston had to hand it to Rich. The man knew how to tie a knot that held.

  Once Langston finished with her feet, he ran his palms along her calves, grinning when Mina sucked in a deep breath as his fingers tickled the back of her knees. Mentally, he catalogued it all, tucking away all these little pieces of information about Mina’s sexual hot spots, the places that triggered the most intense reactions. She was going to explode for him. Then he was going to rebuild the bomb and set it off again. And again.

  He pressed her thighs apart and lowered his head, inhaling the sweet and salty scent of her arousal.

  Langston glanced up briefly. Rich still cupped one of her breasts, but he was now laying kiss after kiss on the side of her neck, shoulder, and ear. She mewled, practically purring.

  Back of knees, neck, ears, feet. He was gathering quite a list.

  Langston shifted lower and ran his tongue along her slit. Mina’s back arched, drawing Rich’s attention. So far, Rich had been content to let Langston direct the foreplay, but standing on the sidelines was never going to be the other man’s forte.

  Rich sat up as Langston held Mina open with his thumbs and went in for another lick.

  She started to buck, but Rich placed a firm grip on her stomach, pushing her down against the mattress.

  “Hold still, Mina,” Rich demanded, before looking at Langston. “Do that again.”

  Mina hissed in a breath when Langston licked her once more, then sucked her clit into his mouth. He appreciated Rich holding her down because it allowed Langston to slowly drive Mina out of her mind, while giving her no way to escape the pleasure he rained down on her.

  He took stock of everything she loved, noting the way she whimpered when he pressed the tip of his tongue against her clit, how she screamed when he curled two fingers inside her to stroke her G-spot, how she stopped breathing completely when he fucked one wet finger into her tight ass. Through it all, he pushed her higher and higher without pulling the trigger.

  Mina gasped, cursed, pleaded, bargained, and at one point, promised all sorts of wonderful, wicked things, but he didn’t give in.

  Rich watched as long as he could, but he couldn’t remain an inactive participant. He reached out with his free hand, stroking her clit. Like Langston, he took her right to the edge of an orgasm before pulling away.

  “I’m going to murder both of you. Slowly. Painfully,” Mina threatened. “Somebody put a dick in me right now and I might let you live.”

  Langston, who’d been fucking her with his tongue, lifted his head. “Soon.” He returned to her pussy, pressing his tongue inside her again. He knew it wasn’t enough to push her over, but he hadn’t finished his research.

  Mina responded the strongest to his rougher touches. She liked her pleasure laced with pain.

  He tongue-fucked her for a minute or two longer before he felt Rich’s hand on his shoulder, pushing him away.

  “I need a taste, too,” Rich said.

  “Oh God. I can’t take any more,” Mina said.

  Both of them ignored her. Rich released his hold on her, so Mina’s hips bucked a good six inches off the bed when the other man licked her from anus to clit.

  Langston started to hold her down, but Rich shook his head. “No. Untie her.”

  Langston pulled up short and frowned. “She’ll rip us to shreds.”

  Rich chuckled, and then pressed his tongue against her clit one last time. “You ever broken a wild horse?”

  “Fuck you, Rich, I’m not a domesticated farm animal,” Mina snapped.

  Langston shot him an “are you fucking kidding” look. “I was the kid who didn’t even want to hit a baseball, remember?”

  “Well, you’re about to learn.”

  Langston looked at Mina and realized she did resemble a feral beast at the moment, her teeth bared, her cheeks blood red, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

  Her eyes narrowed. “Untie me.”

  Jesus, her words were a growl.

  “I wanted to make love to her,” he admitted to Rich, who laughed.

  “Yeah, I’m going to say that plan went off the rails the second you suggested we tie her up.” Rich turned his attention to Mina. “You want Langston to make love to you, or do you want him to fuck you, darlin’?”

  She struggled against the tie in earnest, the headboard straining. “Fuck me. Hard. Fast. And now, goddammit!”

  Langston didn’t need to be told twice. He reached up and untied the knot around her wrists. Mina was up like a flash, shoving him to his back on the bed like a fucking linebacker.

  She started to straddle his hips, but this wasn’t going down that way. He flipped her, his sudden movement catching her off guard. He thrust inside her in one hard shove, then clenched his teeth and closed his eyes.

  “Condom,” he muttered.

  “Don’t stop. Safe,” Mina all, but growled at him.

  Fuck. The goal had been to drive her out of her mind with desire, with need. But damn…that was not what turned her on.

  And God help him, everything she wanted from him was exactly what he wanted to give her. He’d done the gentle, compassionate lover routine more often than not with past girlfriends. With Mina, he didn’t have to hold back the part of himself that wanted to take, demand, claim.

  He pulled out until only the head of his dick remained, then he plowed back in, ready to lay waste to everything. Nothing had ever felt so fucking good.

  “Jesus,” he cried. “Mina.”

  He only managed to thrust in one more time before Mina screamed and came so fucking hard against his cock, Langston saw stars.

  Three thrusts. She’d come in three brutal thrusts.

  He stilled for a moment. It was that or embarrass himself from coming just as quickly.

  “No.” Rich had been quiet as Langston took Mina, but he reminded them of his presence now, with a vengeance. Langston jerked when he felt Rich’s hand on his ass, just a soft glide of his fingers over skin.

  Then Rich lifted it and brought it down, hard.

  Mina’s eyes had been closed, but they flew open at the sound, loc
king with Langston’s.

  “Fuck our wife, Langston.” Rich smacked him again, five more times. Hard. It fucking hurt. But then…it didn’t.

  “Goddamn,” Langston cursed. All bets were off. This night hadn’t gone at all like he’d planned, but fuck if he could give a shit. It was all so much better.

  Langston started pumping inside her again, even as her inner muscles quivered against him.

  He needed more. Needed to go deeper.

  He withdrew, flipping her to her stomach before drawing her hips up. She landed on her hands and knees, pressing her ass back toward him, seeking him out.

  Rich wrapped his hand around the back of her head, drawing her face up, her lips over his own erection.

  Langston froze, watching Mina take in as much as she could of Rich’s thick cock.

  Rich thrust in and out shallowly, just a few times before he held still and looked at Langston. “Fuck her, Langston. Fuck her hard enough that she fucks me with this sweet mouth. Don’t go slow.”

  He slammed in again as Mina’s back arched, her cry muffled by Rich’s dick filling her mouth. He gave his lovers exactly what they wanted, a hard, rough ride.

  He’d been a fool to think any of them wanted anything other than this.

  He pounded into her, driving Rich deeper into her mouth. Mina went over again, her pussy already too sensitized from her first orgasm.

  Rich’s hands tightened in her hair, fisting it, pulling it. From the pained expression on the other man’s face, Langston could tell he was close, but trying to hold off.

  “Rich,” Langston said. Their eyes met, locked. And Langston lost the tenuous grip he’d held on his control, coming hard.

  “Fuck, Mina, darlin’.” Rich followed them down, pulling out at the last second.

  Langston, still buried inside her, lifted her up until her back was pressed against his chest. Rich stroked his dick, his come landing on her breasts, her stomach.

  “Holy sh—”

  Langston’s phone rang.

  “Ignore it,” Mina said, still gasping.

  Langston wasn’t sure he had enough breath to say hello, but he had no choice.

  Mina shivered as he withdrew and left the bed.