Fiery Surrender

by Mari Carr

  “You brought in an expert for the bomb.” Mina gestured to Selene. “Let me be your expert for this, before you make any accusations.”

  “I don’t need to convince a jury.”

  “But you should be able to,” Mina insisted. “I was there, in Italy. I’m…I’m the one who accidentally switched the tablets. Nothing we saw or heard indicated that Luca Campisi was a member, or knowledgeable about the Masters’ Admiralty. The clumsy nature of the attempts to retrieve the tablet further support their statement that they were unaware of Luca’s work.”

  “They just so happen to have employed a terrorist?”

  “They were investigating bombs, so they went to a bomb expert. It’s not so coincidental when you account for all the factors.”

  Sebastian rose and went to stand at the Grand Master’s right. He bent and whispered in her ear for several moments. Finally, the Grand Master nodded.

  “I will open a dialogue with the Europeans. From now on, they will talk directly to me.” The hood turned, staring at Langston. “You will not accept any calls from your sister until you hear otherwise from me. Understood?”

  Mina reached under the table and squeezed his hand. Langston’s jaw flexed, but he said, “Yes, Grand Master. They shouldn’t have used her as their messenger.”

  “And keep an eye on this one.” She pointed at Oscar.

  “Yes, Grand Master,” Levi said. “I’ll put someone on him. And on Dr. Tanaka?”

  “Yes.” With that, the Grand Master rose, coat swirling out like Snape’s robe as she turned and left the room. Sebastian, Franco, and Devon went with her.

  Levi walked to the table and looked around at them. “All right, everyone, we’re going back to the hotel. We’re taking the whole top floor. Oscar, are you going to behave, or do you want to be drugged and ride in a cart?”

  Oscar held out his wrists. “I’ll behave.”

  Mina glanced once more at the bomb diagram on the table. It seemed their part was done. The situation would now be handled by the Grand Master and her counselors. Mina shrugged, trying to rid herself of the heavy feeling that still clung to her.

  When Rich kissed her hair and Langston took her hand, the feeling faded.

  But it didn’t entirely disappear.

  Luca had designed a city-killer bomb, and they had no idea if this horrifying weapon was all just theoretical, or if it existed…and was out there right now.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Langston paced the length of the living room for the seven-millionth time in two days, glancing out the window as the sun set behind the Boston cityscape. He was coming out of his skin. Since leaving headquarters, they’d been sequestered in the suite and told to remain there while the Grand Master dealt with the bomb situation and the Masters’ Admiralty.

  They were stuck here with Levi, the babysitter, until Luca Campisi was found. After more than a week spent in constant motion with precious little sleep, the three of them had remained in bed all day yesterday, watching rental movies on the large-screen TV in their room and taking lots of catnaps.

  Levi was still keeping guard, but now that they’d taken over the entire top floor of the hotel, he’d moved his sentry position to the hallway, after dragging out an oversized armchair from their suite, so he could keep an eye on not only their room, but Oscar’s and Dr. Tanaka’s, too. Since this was still technically their honeymoon, Levi was now giving them their space, only coming into the room to deliver their meals. The guy really did hate room service, so he had someone he trusted stopping by with takeout.

  While Langston was a bachelor, he’d become a pretty good cook out of necessity, because he lived too far out of town for delivery. Something he was grateful for, now that they’d spent the last few days living on fast food, pizza, and Chinese food. Jesus, if he never saw a slice of pepperoni again, it would be too soon.

  He’d gone to Oscar’s room this morning to try to apologize for the way his brother had been drugged and dragged into headquarters, but Oscar had been grumpier than usual and in a big damn hurry to get rid of him. Langston had expected his brother to be happy for the company, but Oscar had all but shoved his ass out the door, slamming it behind him. In a huff, Langston had come back to the suite and tried to find a way to kill time.

  “Sit down, Langston. Your constant pacing is driving me insane.” Mina set down her laptop and gave him a pointed glare. Now that they’d caught up on their sleep, they’d decided to try to get some work done. Rich and Mina had been away from their day jobs for too long, but while Rich and Mina could work from anywhere with just their phones, laptops, and internet access, the bulk of Langston’s work was done in his workshop.

  He’d opened Pspice, one of the specialized software programs he owned, and tinkered with some schematics, but his fingers itched to do some actual experimentation. Plus…he couldn’t stop thinking about the bomb schematics they’d found on the tablet.

  A city killer.

  Juliette had kept the tablet at headquarters, along with all the printouts. He wished she’d given him copies. At least then he’d have something to work on, to make him feel useful.

  “Langston,” Mina said again.

  Damn. He was still pacing.

  “Not sure what you’re complaining about. Your leg is bouncing a thousand miles an hour,” Rich muttered.

  “Better that than the constant sighing,” Mina tossed back, imitating Rich’s long, slow exhalation of breath. “You sound like a grounded teenager on a Saturday night.”

  Wow. So none of them were handling the cabin fever very well. With each passing hour, their fuses got shorter.

  Rich and Mina, like him, were active people, living very full, very busy lives. So putting the three of them in a suite and basically locking the door was the equivalent of trying to put a tornado in a cage. They were ready to start tearing down walls, and if they spent another day in this damn suite…

  “I hate doing nothing,” Langston said, dropping down next to Mina on the couch. “Maybe we should call the Grand Master, offer to—”

  Rich shook his head. “She said she’d be in touch if she needed anything from us, but I’m not holding my breath. This has escalated to something much bigger than us. We’re just foot soldiers, and the generals have taken over the battle.”

  Imagining powerful billionaire Rich as anyone’s foot soldier was mind-boggling, yet Langston knew he was right.

  “We could rent another movie,” Mina suggested, reaching for the remote.

  “I can’t watch any more movies. Besides, we already watched the ones we could all agree on, and I’m not sitting through that horror flick Langston wants to watch, or your chick flick.” Rich had put his phone down an hour earlier and started reading a book. He marked his page with a bookmark and laid it down on the table next to him. “If we didn’t have the constant shadow out there,” Rich jerked his thumb toward the hotel hallway, “there’s a great tequila bar not far from here. We could indulge in a few flights of tequila, along with chips and homemade salsa.”

  “Damn,” Mina said. “Tequila sounds really good right now, but there’s no way Levi is going to let us leave. Not as long as Luca is still out there, waiting for a chance to reclaim his tablet. Now, if there was a way to let him know that we didn’t have the tablet…”

  Langston stood up and started across the room again before he realized what he was doing and turned toward Mina. “Sorry. I suck at sitting still. I have all this energy and no way to burn it off.”

  Mina’s face lit up. “Langston. You’re a genius.”

  “What? I didn’t say anything.”

  “I know exactly how to burn off some energy.”

  Rich was standing before Mina finished speaking, grasping her hand and tugging her down the hallway. “Excellent plan. I’m in.”

  “Damn. I am brilliant,” Langston said, as he followed them both into the bedroom.

  Yesterday, they’d made out a little, and even had sex twice, but both times had been slow exp
lorations, lots of touching and kissing. And while he and Rich took turns with Mina, Rich hadn’t deliberately touched Langston since the night he’d spanked his ass.

  Langston had played that over in his head more than a few thousand times, trying to sort out the way it had made him feel. He’d always considered himself a straight guy, but this last week, he’d found himself looking at—attracted to—Rich as much as Mina.

  Langston leaned against the bedroom door, watching his spouses. Every time with them was like the first time, something new and fucking hot as hell.

  Mina ran her hand along Rich’s chest. “I’ll go down on you if you go down on me.”

  Rich took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, giving her a quick kiss. “Deal.”

  Mina dropped to her knees, and then glanced over at Langston. “You want a piece of this action?”

  Langston grinned but didn’t move. Instead, he gestured for Mina to start.

  Reaching down, Rich pulled Mina’s T-shirt over her head. She hadn’t bothered with a bra the past two days. “I want to see those pretty tits while you suck on my cock.”

  Mina made short work of Rich’s lounge pants, pulling them all the way to the floor so he could kick them off. Two pieces of clothing gone and they were ready to go.

  Langston watched as Mina wrapped her hand around Rich’s thick cock, stroking him a half dozen times before running her tongue along the underside.

  Rich wasn’t a passive lover by any stroke of the imagination. He fisted a handful of Mina’s hair, attempting to draw her closer.

  From his vantage point, Langston could see Mina’s resistance. It wasn’t that she wasn’t willing. More that she—like Rich—liked control. The two of them had been battling for power in the bedroom since Italy. Though Mina was more than happy to be amenable when she was getting what she wanted.

  Personally, Langston didn’t give a shit who ran the show. For him, it was the give-and-take that mattered.

  And right now…he knew exactly what he wanted to give his lovers. And what he wanted from them.

  Langston pushed away from the door and walked toward them.

  Mina, who had taken the head of Rich’s dick into her mouth, released him with a pop, reaching over, intent on helping Langston out of his own lounge pants.

  He grasped her wrist and held it away—then he dropped to his knees next to her.

  Mina’s eyes widened with surprise for just a moment before she grinned. “Hell yeah,” she breathed, her hand falling away from Rich’s cock.

  Langston glanced up at Rich, who was looking down at him with a “holy shit” expression on his face. The funny part was, that look revealed two emotions, the one that desperately wanted Langston to give him a blowjob and the part that wondered what the hell was going on.

  “Langston,” Rich said gruffly, clearing his throat.

  That was all he managed to say before Langston reached out and took over where Mina had left off. He gripped Rich’s dick firmly, applying way more pressure than Mina had.

  Rich groaned, his hand landing on Langston’s shoulder.

  Langston was no stranger to hand jobs, but the hand and dick had always been his own. He stroked Rich the way he liked it, strong, long pulls, all the way to the head before the tight backstroke.

  “Fuck,” Rich grunted. “So fucking good.”

  Mina watched for a minute before reaching out and claiming her own territory, taking Rich’s balls in her palm.

  Rich closed his eyes, his breathing labored. Langston felt for the guy. He knew how hard it would be for him to hold off his orgasm under these circumstances. He also knew he’d want to make it last as long as possible, especially when Mina leaned forward and took the head of his dick in her mouth again.

  Langston shortened his strokes, giving her room to suck. Then he pulled Rich’s cock from her mouth. “I want a taste.”

  Rich still had one hand on Langston’s shoulder, the other in Mina’s hair. Mina’s hiss told Langston that Rich was gripping her just as tightly as he was him.

  Langston fisted the base of Rich’s dick, holding him steady as he took the other man into his mouth, one deep pass, taking in as much as he could.

  Having a dick in his mouth wasn’t exactly comfortable. And holy shit, Rich’s dick was thick.

  “Shit! You’re killing me, man.”

  Langston smiled as best he could with Rich’s cock filling his mouth. He awkwardly increased his pace as Mina continued to play with Rich’s balls.

  He pulled away for a second, a dark, aching desire making him want more.

  “Suck your finger in your mouth, Mina,” Langston instructed. “Get it nice and wet. Then fuck Rich’s ass with it.”

  “Langston,” Rich said, his voice pure warning.

  Langston held Mina’s gaze. “Do it now.”

  Mina’s eyes lit up as she sucked her finger into her mouth, her gaze locked on Rich’s face.

  He pulled her hair until Mina moaned. “You’re going to pay for this later,” Rich murmured. “Both of you.”

  As far as threats went, that one fell short, especially when Mina huffed out a breathy laugh and Langston took Rich back in his mouth, sucking hard.

  “Spread your legs farther apart. Let me in,” Mina whispered.

  Rich complied, his hips jerking when Mina’s finger disappeared between his ass cheeks.

  Langston released Rich once more. “I can’t see, Mina. Describe it for me. Let me hear what you’re doing to our husband.”

  Mina placed a soft kiss on Langston’s cheek. “You are sexy as fuck right now.”

  Langston stole his own quick kiss, then drew Rich back into his mouth.

  Mina shifted closer, her lips next to Langston’s ear, as he stroked and sucked Rich’s dick.

  “I’m touching his ass,” she whispered, her breath hot on his face. “It’s tight.” She glanced up at Rich when he groaned.

  “If either of you has an ounce of compassion—” Rich’s plea for mercy ended on a sharp intake of breath.

  “Mmm…first knuckle in,” Mina whispered.

  Langston used his free hand to reach down and stroke his own erection. Fuck. He was too turned on himself.

  “And now the second knuckle. I’m stroking him deeper now. God, Langston. I think you’re going to love fucking him.”

  Rich growled, a deep-down-in-the-throat growl. “I swear to fucking God—”

  “Ooo. I’m all the way in, taking him with my finger. Feels amazing.”

  Langston started moving faster, drawing Rich farther into his mouth, until the head of his cock brushed the back of his throat.

  “Motherfuck… Langston. I can’t…I’m going to…”

  Langston shifted back, finishing Rich with his hand. “Mina. Move closer. Rich is going to come on those gorgeous tits of yours.”

  No sooner had he said the words than Rich exploded, their names on his lips as he painted Mina’s breasts.

  Mina’s finger still worked Rich’s ass as he came, while Langston watched, blown away by his lovers.

  “Get on the bed,” Rich said, still breathing heavily. “Both of you. Now.”

  Mina used her discarded T-shirt to wipe away Rich’s come, then wipe her hands before she rose, kicking off her pants as she crossed to the bed. Rich followed her, putting her exactly where he wanted as he pushed her to her back, her legs hanging over the side of the mattress.

  “Open your legs and keep them open. Put your hands above your head. I like it when you look submissive.”

  Mina laughed softly. “I have no problem looking the part, or even playing the part, as long as you’re going to fuck me and make me come.”

  Rich rolled his eyes and then slapped her pussy. Not hard, but definitely enough to catch Mina’s attention.

  Langston was impressed. Despite having one hell of a climax, Rich was more than ready to move them to the next event.

  “Take off your pants, Langston, and straddle Mina’s chest. You’re going to fuck her mouth
while I pay off my debt to our demanding mistress.”

  Mina grinned. “I do love the sound of that.”

  Langston finished undressing, then crawled onto the bed, over Mina’s body. Though Rich had directed her to leave her hands above her head, she was waiting for him. She wrapped her hands around his dick and stroked, mimicking the rough, firm grip he’d just used on Rich.

  “Damn, Mina,” Langston breathed. “Quick learner.”

  When Rich realized she’d moved her hands, he slapped her pussy again. “Mina,” he warned.

  She gave Langston one more caress, and then dropped her hands, palms up, onto the mattress once more.

  Glancing over his shoulder, Langston watched Rich go to his knees between Mina’s outstretched thighs.

  Now it was her turn to hiss as Rich lowered his mouth to her pussy.

  “Oh God,” she breathed. “You’re so good at that. Just a little higher,” she instructed Rich, who merely chuckled.

  “Langston. I’m not in the mood to take orders from her after the way you two just tormented me. Take care of that.”

  “Torment?” Mina said with a wicked grin. “Is that what we’re calling it?” Her joke ended with a moan as Rich went back down on her.

  Langston turned back to Mina, gripping his cock and guiding it to her mouth. “Open up, beautiful wife.”

  Mina was ready for him. She wrapped her lips around his hard flesh, lifting her head a couple of inches off the mattress to take in even more.

  Langston, who had been kneeling, shifted until he was on his hands and knees above her. Rather than using his hand, he lifted and lowered her hips, truly fucking her mouth as Rich had commanded.

  Mina started to lift her hands, but recalled her instructions as well, instead balling them into fists, groaning against their double invasion.

  Langston slowly slid in and out of her mouth, and while he couldn’t see what Rich was doing, he could see it on Mina’s face and hear it in her soft, muffled cries every time their husband found one of her hot buttons.

  For several minutes, Langston lost himself to the pleasure of Mina’s mouth, watching as Rich brought her closer and closer to the edge.