Oak, Sophie - Found in Bliss [Nights in Bliss, Colorado 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (18 page)

“I want you, too,
dushka
. I need you.” Alexei was suddenly behind her, his heat sinking into her body. His hands found her hips. “Let us take you home. Let us show you how we feel.”

She leaned back against him, her eyes still on Caleb. “Please, Caleb.”

He moved forward, his body crowding hers. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Never knowing what it felt like to be between these two men would hurt her. “Caleb, if we don’t even try, I’ll regret it. I want you. It has to be enough for now.”

His mouth was so close. “I’ll try, but I’m damaged, Holly. I’m not whole, and there’s nothing you can do to fix me.”

She would see about that. “Kiss me.”

“I can do that.” Caleb leaned forward, and his lips met hers, gently exploring. His hands moved from his sides and found her hips. His tongue teased out, licking at her lips before she opened and allowed him in.

Strong hands reached from behind and boldly cupped her breasts. Her nipples immediately sprang to life as Alexei’s fingers brushed them. His body pressed against her back while Caleb’s pushed at her front. She was caught in between them, neither giving her an inch of space. She could feel two hard cocks straining. Caleb’s pressed against her belly. Alexei rubbed his along the small of her back. He leaned over and nuzzled her ear, his hot breath causing her to shiver. His tongue played along the shell of her ear, and he murmured low, sexy words in Russian.

“What does that mean?” Holly asked when Caleb finally let her mouth go to explore the skin of her neck, kissing and nipping her flesh.

“Let me translate for our Russian comrade,” Caleb offered. He pulled her hips to his and stared down at her chest. There wasn’t any hesitation left in Caleb’s eyes. Those green eyes were predatory now. He wanted her, and he would have her. She could feel it.

“Please do.” Alexei chuckled. His hands cupped the undersides of her breasts and pushed them up as though offering them to Caleb.

“He says he wants to fuck. He says you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever seen, and he can’t wait to get inside you. He wants to shove his cock deep inside that pussy of yours, and he never wants to leave. He’ll just live there. He won’t want to eat or drink or even breathe. He’ll just fuck you for the rest of his life.”

“He is right,
dushka
. I take back all thoughts that Caleb would be bad translator. He is very good. Now let me tell you what he is thinking. He is wondering why he waited so long. He’s wanting you from the moment he lay his eyes on you, and he can’t stand the thought of going one more day without being with you.”

“You’re not a bad mind reader, Alexei.” Caleb sank his hand into her hair. “Are you sure you want this? I don’t think I’ll be able to stop if we go much further. Two men can be demanding, Holly. If you want to take this slow, tell us now, and we’ll back off and go at whatever pace you want.”

It was obvious to Holly that Caleb needed a firm hand. “I want it, Caleb. Take me home and make love to me now.”

“Yes, take her home,” a deep voice shouted.

Holly came out of her haze and realized they were standing just outside of Trio. The lights from the tavern spilled out into the twilight, and Nate Wright stood by the door, his big, authoritative presence a reminder to her they weren’t alone. And that her nipples were probably showing.

Maybe Caleb was right about the dress.

Caleb pulled her forward, pressing her chest into his, protecting her from embarrassment. Alexei slipped from behind her and stepped forward. Holly noticed the sheriff wasn’t the only one looking at them. There were at least ten faces pressed against the glass, looking out at the action.

Nosy busybodies. Including her best friend, who gave her a big thumbs-up. She giggled against Caleb’s chest, her embarrassment rushing away. They would gossip in Bliss. The whole town ran on it, but they would be happy for her, too. No one would look down on her. They would cheer her on.

“Do I need to give you a ticket?” Nate’s head turned, and his eyes narrowed. Cam stood beside him. “Damn it, Briggs, are you a deputy or not? You were just going to let them go at it in the middle of Main Street? Don’t you know how these things go around here? If you let this threesome get away with it, Max and Rye are going to start jumping Rachel in public just to prove they can. It’ll be a free-for-all.”

Cameron Briggs grinned. “Sorry, Sheriff. What can I say? I believe in the power of love between one woman and her chosen men. Besides, I thought if we gave Doc there time to think, he’d talk himself out of it.”

“No,” Caleb said. He loosened his hold and then leaned over, scooping her into his arms.

Holly smiled because she knew that “no” meant “yes” to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck. There was no way to mistake the warm satisfaction on Alexei’s face as he looked at them.

“Hey,” Nate said. “You can’t just say no to a ticket.”

“No.” Caleb proved he could.

“Go. Take her back to car. I’ll deal with sheriff.” Alexei winked at her. “Try to wait for me.”

“No.” Caleb had started walking toward her little car. He shouted the word over his back toward Alexei, but there was a smile on his face as he said it.

“Hurry!” Holly called out. Alexei’s big body got smaller as Caleb walked further away.

When they got to her car, he set her on her feet and held out his hand for the keys.

“It’s okay. I can drive.”

“No.”

She sighed. “Caleb, you can’t tell me no all night.”

He pulled her close. Now that he’d touched her, he seemed to want to be really close. His face rubbed against her hair. She reveled in his affection. She’d expected that Alexei might be deeply sensual, but Caleb’s obvious need for contact softened her heart. She brought her hands up to his waist.

“I won’t tell you no all night. But we’re going to have a talk about this dress. I can see your nipples. It makes me want to tear off what little material there is and get those breasts in my mouth. I will say no to this dress, Holly.”

His voice was thick and rich, like molasses, clouding her senses. Even the way he told her what to wear seemed sexy. “Caleb, I can’t let you dictate to me.”

“Really? Then you won’t care if I run around without a shirt on or if I choose to join the Naked Man March. I hear the women of the town are going to set up lawn chairs and cheer the biggest penis.”

“No.” She gave him back his favorite word. She really didn’t want him to do that. Once a year, the men of the Mountain and Valley Naturist Community marched through town on their way to the Wild Man Retreat that was supposed to bring them back to their masculine selves, apparently by showing off their junk. The sheriff had tried to arrest a few of them last year but rapidly discovered a distaste for dealing with that many penises. Nate Wright took that day off to go fishing.

“See, we can compromise.” He kissed her again, making her forget her argument.

Alexei jogged up behind them. “Let’s us to go. I got us out of ticket, but we need to take her home.”

Yes. It was time to go home. It was time to be with her men.

* * * *

Vince took a slow sip of beer and tried to disappear into the background. He slumped down trying to disguise his height. He was a tall man. People tended to remember his height. In New York no one noticed his Italian dark looks. He blended. It was hard to do here. Everyone knew everyone else in this weird little town. And they seemed to have the strangest relationships. It was very difficult to figure out who was with whom.

And his target seemed to like to draw a fucking crowd. And to switch cars.

His first attempt had failed. It gnawed at him. The truck was perfect. Even if the yokels had figured out someone had cut the brake line, allowing the fluid to slowly drain, no one would ever think it was the sunny tourist who smiled but didn’t talk much. He was just another granola-loving hiker.

But his target was still walking and talking and apparently about to have three-way love. That was unexpected. He’d counted on a lover, but certainly not two. They had to separate at some time. And now the threesome seemed to be down to one car. Maybe he could try again.

A big guy with scars marring his face stood over the booth Vince occupied. He’d been tending bar when Vince had come in. There was a waitress walking around. She seemed like a little mouse of a woman, young and pretty, but nothing impressive. She hadn’t studied him the way this big guy did.

“Get you another beer?” the big guy asked.

If Vince had to guess, this guy had experience. There was something about the eyes and the way he held his own. Cop. The big dude had been a cop once. Vince put on his best “man of the people” smile.

“Sure. I’m on vacation after all.” He opened his face, allowing his eyes to go wide. “This is a great little town you have here. I’m staying in Pagosa Springs, but they told me there was some great hiking out this way. And the sand dunes are incredible.”

He’d picked up a bunch of pamphlets touting local attractions at the motel in Creede. He’d learned the lay of the land. Locals, he’d discovered, usually got bored talking to tourists. A couple of minutes of gabbing about how pretty everything was and their eyes glazed over, any suspicion giving way to the need to get on with their lives.

“Yes, they’re beautiful. And there are a lot of romantic places around here. I’m sure your wife probably loves it.”

Yep. He would rather have dealt with the waitress. The big guy was probing. It was time to start lying. “Girlfriend. She was a little tired today. She stayed back in the motel. I had to get out a bit.”

“Long drive from Pagosa. Guess you heard about how good the beer is. I’ll get you another.” The big guy turned, but not before giving him another long look.

Fucker. This was supposed to be a simple job. Now some fucking ex-cop had stared at him long enough that he could probably draw his face from memory. He thought about leaving before the guy could get back, but that would look even more suspicious. He was stuck.

And now the sheriff was here. Awesome. And he wasn’t some round-ass rural jerk who couldn’t get his head out of his anus. He looked lean and sharp. And he was talking to the big guy.

Damn it.

His cell phone vibrated, signaling he’d received a text. Yeah. That was what he needed. This job was rapidly devolving into a clusterfuck that wasn’t worth his money or time.

The target is still moving.

No fuck the target was still moving.

He was ready to leave. There would be another job. He typed back as he prepared to get the hell out of Bliss. He’d head back to New York where no one bothered to look at the people around them. He could fade back into blissful anonymity.

Sending back the down payment. Job not worth it.

The ping back was almost immediate.

500,000 more.

Someone really wanted the target dead. Damn it. He couldn’t turn it down. His fingers hovered over the keys.

Done. Second attempt tomorrow.

He nearly cringed as the big guy walked back with a beer in his hand. He didn’t like to drink on the job, and there was no question that he was on the job. It would be his single biggest payday to date. He couldn’t walk away. He just needed a few days to learn the target’s habits. He’d hoped for an easy job, but it was more complicated than he’d imagined. It didn’t help that the target had two people close all the time. He might have to take out all three of them. It would cause more scrutiny than he would like, but he could leave the country for a while.

“Thanks. Everyone’s so friendly around here.”

The big guy smiled, but it was a feral thing, a showing of teeth. “Yeah, we are.” He looked down at the smart phone in Vince’s hands. “Don’t rely on that too much. Cell service here has been spotty for months. You’re lucky you can get a text. It looks important. I’ll let you get back to it.”