Chapter 16
DAMIANO
I spent seven years of prison. Much of that time, I was surrounded by violence. Yet I will never get used to the sight of blood, the stench of death, the way a man’s eyes fade after he takes his final breath.
I freeze, staring down at Pointer’s body. He fell awkwardly, half-in, half-out of the storage closet. He doesn’t move, doesn’t gasp, doesn’t beg for help. A clean shot to the head, and he’s gone for good.
“Good riddance.” Seth steps over the body and goes to Madison and Landon.
His words tug me out of my stupor, and I follow him into the storage room.
In the distance, sirens wail. Someone called the authorities. Probably our people with Nove. While it would be easier if we were to quietly make all of this go away, Erich Pointer’s death won’t go unnoticed by the world at large. It is better to finish this ordeal through the proper channels.
Seth squats in front of Landon and Madison. He carefully checks Landon’s eyes and talks to him. Landon blinks, but he seems disoriented. He wasn’t shot—I didn’t give Pointer a chance to pull his trigger.
“He jumped in front of me.” Madison brings her hands to her face—they’re shaking. “He was ready to save my life, even if it killed him.”
“It’s the job,” Landon mumbles, clearly uncomfortable with her gratitude.
He deserves her gratitude, and ours. He would have died for her.
It doesn’t take long before the police and emergency medics arrive.
They block off the scene with tape and officers to guard the area from curious bystanders.
We give our statements in a mix of Spanish and English.
I keep slipping back into Italian, but I get my meaning across.
Someone finds the drunk guy Pointer took hostage, and they take his statement as well.
It’s late and we’re all exhausted, although Madison is showing signs of fatigue more than the rest of us.
Our poor girl has been through so much in the past few weeks.
It isn’t fair that these atrocities keep happening to her, when all I want is for her to be safe and happy. No more fear, no more sorrow.
Finally, we’re able to leave the scene. Landon is taken to the hospital for observation, as the EMTs fear he may have a concussion.
Pointer’s body is carted away unceremoniously.
“Good riddance,” I mutter, echoing Seth’s earlier statement.
Only when we’re ensconced in Madison’s hotel suite do I finally relax. Seth and I start to help get her ready for bed.
“I can put on my own pajamas.” She halfheartedly tries to push us away.
“But it makes us feel better to take care of you.” I pull her into a hug. “Please, bella. We were so worried. Taking care of you, it…” I search for the right word.
“It soothes us,” Seth finishes.
“Yes.” I let her go, waiting to see if she’ll reject our efforts.
Instead, she nods. “Okay. If it makes you feel better.”
We lovingly remove her dress and replace it with her softest pajamas—a matching tank top and sleep shorts. Her curvy body makes my mouth water, but I will my cock to stand down. She has given no hints that she wants sex tonight, not after everything she’s been through.
I turn out the lights and the three of us climb into the giant bed.
Madison takes my hand, and Seth’s. She holds them against her chest. “I can’t believe you were both here in Mexico, all along.”
“You don’t think we would’ve sent you away, do you?” Seth asks.
“You were pretty convincing.” She sounds irritated. “I don’t like being tricked or lied to. I could’ve acted like you weren’t anywhere around. We didn’t need to do the whole subterfuge.”
I squeeze her hand. “You’re right, bella. We should have been honest. We were anxious about Pointer’s spies, and his ability to read a situation.”
“Then it turned out to be useless in the end.” Seth tugs the blanket up higher on Madison, tucking her in. “We even had a body double for you, so he would think you were with us. He saw through that pretty fast.”
“You had a body double?” She sounds intrigued and annoyed in equal measure. “Did she stay in your room with you?”
“No.” I lift her hand and kiss her knuckles. “Are you jealous?”
“I might have been.” She lets out a big yawn. “No more tricks, okay? I don’t want you keeping information from me ‘for my own good.’ You have to trust me, so I can trust you.”
“No more tricks,” I agree, and Seth echoes me.
She’s right, and we both know it. We’re used to being the only ones in charge, and only sharing information about missions with those who need to know.
And although we’re seemingly in charge of Madison in the bedroom, she actually holds all the power.
It’s time we extended that to matters of safety as well.
When Madison’s breathing has evened out in sleep, I look over her to catch Seth’s eye.
“There was a moment,” I say, “when I was tempted to let the hostage die.”
Seth nods, his face sober.
I continue, “I would have done anything to keep Madison safe. That tourist meant nothing to us. Pointer could have killed him, and it would have been worth it to me. I thought of chasing after Pointer even at the risk to that stupid man’s life.”
“But then,” Seth says, “we wouldn’t have been the kind of men Madison would love, would we?”
I gaze at her face, soft in sleep. “Exactly.”
MADISON
Seth stands over me and shakes his head like a dog. Fat drops of ocean water drench my heated skin, and I squeal. “You big jerk! That’s so cold!”
He laughs with a big belly laugh that I’ve never heard before.
It makes me laugh, too, because he sounds so happy and carefree.
Is this what it could be like with the three of us, when we aren’t facing imminent danger?
Seth can laugh and let go? I love Seth no matter what.
But Vacation Seth is happier, because he’s finally relaxing and enjoying life.
Damiano lazily rolls over on his lounge chair to face me. “Would you like me to take him out, bella? I can throw him back in the ocean if you want.”
Seth laughs again. “I’d like to see you try, old man.”
Damiano flips him off. “I am only one year older than you, old man.”
I grin, waiting to see where the argument takes them. Soon, they’re both splashing in the waves, goofing around like a couple of overgrown puppies. I haven’t felt this joyful and fulfilled in years.
It’s been a full week of relaxing in Mexico. Our slow-spaced schedule has included eating some of the best food in the world, drinking fancy drinks, lying on the beach, and fucking. So much fucking.
While I hope that this relationship with Seth and Damiano lasts forever, even if it doesn’t, I’ll never regret this time spent with them, getting to know them, seeing the bright, happy sides of their personalities.
“Bella, I need you.” Damiano walks up, his dark eyes caressing my body. “It’s time to return to the hotel so I can have you squirming on my cock.”
A flood of arousal heats my blood. “Yes, Sir.”
SETH
Madison looks nervously between Damiano and me as we ride the elevator up to our suite. I reach behind her and cup one of her ass cheeks. Damiano does the same with her other. I rub my finger along her crack, through her bathing suit cover-up.
She gasps and gives me a scandalized look. “Seth. This is hardly the place—”
Damiano cuts her off with a kiss. I delve my fingers between her legs, cupping her pussy from the back.
“All of your body will belong to us now,” I whisper. “And it’s going to feel so fucking good for you, Miss M.”
I allow my thumb to massage her asshole, applying just enough pressure to make her wiggle and whimper. We’ve been training her with a couple of plugs, getting her used to the pleasure of being completely filled while we fuck her pussy.
But today, I’m taking her ass.
I watch her submit to Damiano’s kiss, her eyes closed, her body relaxed and open. My fingers stroke between her legs while my thumb continues its assault on her asshole. She’s so fucking hot there, so eager as she gently grinds against my touch.
The elevator chimes when we reach our floor. Dazed, Madison allows us to lead her to our suite.
As soon as our door is closed and locked, Damiano and I turn to face her. She smiles, and her cheeks color from our attention.
“How wet are you, little girl?” I ask her.
She blushes even harder. “Seth….”
“You may call me Sir.” I step toward her until we’re inches apart. “And, if you can’t answer me with your words, I’ll have to check for myself.”
Her green eyes are dark, her lips parted. She glances over at Damiano, then at me. “Go ahead. Check for yourself.”
Such a little brat. My dick is so fucking hard for her. I want to punish her, pleasure her…protect her.
Slowly, I lift her cover-up over her head and drop it on the ground.
Her sexy white bikini has little ribbons on the sides, tied into bows.
All day long, I’ve been looking at those bows.
All day long, I’ve been wanting to grab a string in my teeth and pull.
All day long, I’ve been waiting to watch Madison come apart in our arms.
I kneel at her side, take one of those strings between my teeth, and tug.
Her bikini bottoms fall crookedly, so I use my hands to untie the other bow. As the fabric falls to the floor, I lean my forehead against her bare hip.
Her pheromones fill my nostrils. My dick presses painfully against my swim shorts. I grab it through the fabric, torturing myself with the pressure.
I slide my other hand up along Madison’s thigh. “Part your legs for us, sweetheart.”
She lets out a little gasp as my fingertips make contact with her soaked folds. I slide easily over her pussy, gathering arousal as I go.
Damiano comes over to us and unties Madison’s bikini top. He cups her tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
I change position so my lips can follow my fingertips. The tip of my tongue moves over her clit. She tastes sweet, feminine. I lick her again. Fuck, I can’t get enough.
I lick her until her legs are shaking and her leg muscles go tight. She’s about to climax, but I won’t give her that release yet. I want her coming on my cock—on both our cocks.
“Lube.” I lick her one last time.
She makes a sound of protest when I pull away.
I stand and cup her cheek, kissing her thoroughly so she can taste herself on my lips and tongue. “I’ll be right back. Why don’t you two get comfortable?”
Damiano smirks as he slides off his trunks and sits back on the couch. “I love to watch you on my lap, bella. Come over here and warm my cock while we wait for Seth.”
After procuring the lube, I return to the sitting area to find Madison straddling Damiano’s lap. A bright handprint mars the pale skin of her ass.
“Did someone need a spanking?” I ask.
“Our gorgeous little brat needed some discipline to warm my cock without moving.” He smooths his palm over the pink handprint. “But now she is sitting still like a good girl, as if she could do this all day.”
“I can’t do this all day,” Madison mumbles into his chest.
She sounds sulky, which makes me smile.
“All right, baby girl, we’ll give you some relief.
” I pull off my swim trunks and t-shirt before uncapping the lube.
I pour a generous amount over Madison’s ass, focusing between her perfect cheeks and smearing everything until she’s dripping and slippery.
I lube up my dick as well, relishing the feeling and knowing my hand is nothing compared to what Madison’s ass will feel like.
I stretch her with my fingers, scissoring them up and down to prepare her as best I can.
She makes sweet, needy sounds, half-discomfort, half-arousal.
“Are you okay, Miss M?” I ask. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“Embarrassed.” She sighs. “Nervous. Horny.”
“Embarrassed, why?” Damiano asks.
“It feels so wrong, you two touching me…there.”
“You mean on your sexy little anus?” Damiano smiles.
“Damiano—Sir—that sounds so wrong and dirty.” She laughs softly, like she’s afraid to move.
I trace Damiano’s handprint on her ass. “There’s nothing wrong or dirty about your body. It was made to feel pleasure in all sorts of ways, little girl. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, because I cannot wait to put my cock right here.” I give her an extra stroke with my fingers for good measure before pulling them all the way out again. Then I line up my cock with her glistening paradise.
Fuck, just seeing the tip poised at her little pucker has me damn near exploding. I recite baseball stats in my head, because after all this time waiting to plunge into Madison’s ass, there’s no way I’ll let it be over before we start.
“Ready, little girl?” I ask, bending forward to kiss her shoulder.
She sucks in a shaky breath before letting it out. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s our good girl.” I slide into her too-tight heat.