Captivated with Them (Dirty Twisted Love, #3) Page 15

  “Enjoying yourselves, you two?” Kodee’s deep voice came from the side of the pool.

  We broke the kiss, and I squinted at the bright sun, Kodee’s broad shoulders and narrow waist creating a V-shape. Like the rest of us, he wore very little clothing these days. I’d say it was simply too hot for clothes, but actually, we all enjoyed seeing each other walking around half naked.

  “Absolutely,” Dillon replied, throwing him a grin.

  I untangled myself from Dillon and swam to the edge of the pool, bringing my face level with Kodee’s feet.

  He offered his hand to help haul me out of the pool. The water threatened to tug down the tiny scraps of material of my bikini, and I yanked back up the bottoms before I could expose myself. Not that any of the guys would have minded.

  The bikini had its work cut out for it, anyway. There was a lot more of me for the item to cover than there had been only a couple of months ago.

  The diet of fried seafood, fresh bread, cured Spanish hams, and cold beers, all accompanied by salads drizzled with expensive olive oils, had gone a long way to putting some meat on my bones. My hips had grown rounded, my breasts filling out at least another size, much to the pleasure of the guys. I knew I’d have to watch myself at some point soon, but this was the first time in my life when I’d been able to eat without having to fear if someone was going to come and take it away from me, and I was enjoying myself. Besides, I knew the guys would love me, no matter how thick or thin I was. That was the thing about unconditional love.

  Ryan was lying on a sun-lounger, reading a book, and he put it to one side for the moment, distracted by our antics. It was good to see him relaxed. He was like a different person since we’d left America, with no sign of the night terrors that had haunted him for so long. Gordon had put Ryan in touch with a professional in the city who’d been able to help him get the new, high-quality leg he’d ordered. He was much happier being back on his feet, and so far, he hadn’t had any more problems with the limb. His nightmares had also subsided—the more relaxed, laidback, Mediterranean lifestyle suiting him.

  In fact, it suited all of us. Even Dillon had learned how to chill out.

  Gordon Little hadn’t suffered any repercussions for helping us escape. It was hard to know the exact details when we were so far away, and we didn’t want to get Gordon talking about it, only to find his phoneline had been tapped or something similar. But it seemed Frankie’s men had remained tight-lipped with the authorities, preferring to handle things themselves, we assumed, and had even been vague with the details about what kind of vehicle the shooter had been driving. Gordon had reported his car stolen, but he’d never been linked with the shooting that had occurred outside of the airport. No one would have associated the mild-mannered prosthetist with a bunch of criminals, and it had all happened so fast that we figured Otis hadn’t gotten a good look at who’d been driving.

  The police theorized the shooting was a gangland repercussion to do with the killing of Joe Nettie that had happened during the trial, though they hadn’t been able to point their finger at anyone.

  It had been a tense few days and weeks for Gordon, but in the end, he’d been able to relax and assume no one was coming after him.

  The past few months had been better than I could have ever dreamed. We’d left the city, wanting somewhere quieter, and found a four-bedroom villa near the beach. The villa had tall walls surrounding the grounds and a large gate leading onto the property, so not only did we feel secure here, we also had our privacy. Even better was the pool the villa came with. We didn’t have a huge amount of money, but the guys had some saved in an offshore account that we’d been able to tap into. It was enough for us to live on, for the time being, anyway. Spain was far cheaper to live than America. We hadn’t ruled out going back to the States at some point in the future—and we may need to if we were unable to find work here—but for the moment it was more important that we keep our heads down.

  We spent our days walking on the beach, eating tapas, and drinking cold beer. It was an idyllic life, and even though each of us would never fully lose the feeling that this life had only been borrowed, and that we may have to move on one day, we were happy for the moment.

  At first, I’d been filled with guilt at the thought that I’d abandoned Skye and May to what would have been my fate as well if the guys hadn’t stepped in, but then Kodee had explained to me what they’d done with the passports. We kept an eye on the internet, watching for any news about what might have happened to them. Then one day, a tiny article appeared online about how a group of people had been stopped at passport control. The young women had fake passports, the men with them suspected of human trafficking. Links had been made back to organized crime in New York City, and the head of the criminal cell, Manuel Capello, had been arrested on suspicion of human trafficking, illegal arms trade, and drugs, among other offences. The girls had both been reunited with their family members, and I hoped they were happy.

  Kodee took his turn to kiss me, and I pulled my thoughts away from the past. He ran his hands down my back to cup my ass and squeeze the rest of the water out of my bikini bottoms. My hair, also wet, dripped down my spine, but I didn’t mind. The sun was still hot and would dry me quickly enough.

  Behind me, Dillon hauled himself out of the pool. I stopped kissing Kodee long enough to glance over my shoulder to see him shaking water out of his dark hair. His muscles were highlighted when wet, his skin tan from months under the Spanish sun, fading the tattoos that were scrawled across his arms and torso. I took a moment to admire him.

  He stepped forward, sandwiching me between his body and Kodee’s. From the sun-lounger, Ryan watched.

  I wriggled, deliberately grinding my butt provocatively against Dillon. “You can’t get me any wetter now,” I teased him.

  He growled and lowered his head to bite my shoulder. “Wanna bet?”

  It was a bet I was more than happy to take on. I reached behind me and placed my hand over the front of his swim shorts. I gave him a squeeze. “I hope you’re planning on making good use of that.”

  “Hey, back off, Dillon,” Kodee said, though he was only teasing. “I thought it was my turn.”

  “Now, now, boys. You can both have me at the same time.”

  Kodee wiggled his eyebrows. “I like the sound of that.”

  So did I.

  Dillon dropped onto the sun-lounger beside Ryan’s, straddling it and shuffling up to the far end to create some room. These were no cheap plastic constructions—they were solid wicker beds, with thick, white mattresses for us to lay our towels across.

  Kodee tried to keep hold of me, as though they were playing tug-of-war, with me between them, but Dillon won. He tugged me down onto the lounger, his arms around my waist, his chest pressed to my back. Kodee relented and took the other end, also straddling the lounger, with me facing him.

  On the bed beside us, Ryan watched with dark lust in his blue eyes.

  Kodee kissed me again, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts to his broad chest. My nipples were still hard from being in the cold water, poking through the flimsy material of my bikini. I skimmed his shoulders with my palms, enjoying the smooth skin and hard muscle beneath. Behind me, Dillon had leaned in and was kissing my neck, my skin puckering in goosebumps. His fingers found the bow holding the top of my bikini together, and he pulled one end, unravelling the knot. The twin triangles were now only held up against Kodee’s chest, and, seeing what Dillon had done, he deliberately pulled back, letting the bikini fall.

  “Well, this looks like fun,” Ryan said from beside us. “Room for one more?”

  Kodee grinned at him. “Always.”

  Ryan was wearing shorts, so his new leg was proudly on display. It made him look like some kind of bionic man—a total badass. He moved in behind Kodee, wrapped his arms around him as well, and reached between us to rub at his cock.

  Dillon used the same trick to rid me of my damp bikini bottoms, pulling
at the strings on each hip to undo them and tugging them away completely.

  I loved being naked between them. There was no greater pleasure in life.

  Ryan freed Kodee’s thick, heavily veined cock from his shorts, and masturbated him, while kissing his neck and shoulders. I watched Ryan’s fingers slide up and down his shaft, arousal coiling low and tight in my belly. Fucking hell, they were so hot together.

  A click of a cap opening came from behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder. Dillon was holding a bottle of oil he pretended he kept for tanning, but that we both knew was going to be used for something else entirely. From behind, he pushed his hand between my thighs, and I sat back on him, grinding down. He tipped the bottle of oil up and dribbled it at the cleft of my buttocks then used his hands to spread my cheeks, allowing the oil to drip down over my asshole.

  While Ryan stroked Kodee, Kodee pushed his hand between my thighs as well, seeking my pussy. I was on my knees, and I stepped them farther apart, giving both him and Dillon room. His thick finger found my clit, circling it a couple of times, before sliding down between my folds and opening me up to him. At my rear, Dillon’s fingers probed my ass, and I sucked in a breath.

  “God, that feels good,” I gasped, addressing them both.

  I reached back for Dillon’s cock and discovered he’d already rid himself of his shorts. I circled my fingers around his girth and pumped him slowly.

  “You wanna take us both at the same time?” he asked me.

  “Abso-fucking-lutely.” I smiled back, the cat who’d gotten the cream.

  I was the luckiest girl alive. Sex was always like this—a combination of each of us. There was no jealousy; no one felt left out. We took care of each other, in every way possible.

  More oil dribbled onto my ass, and Dillon’s finger pushed past my tight ring. I sucked air in over my teeth at the sting of pain, but my body quickly got used to the invasion. He placed kisses to my bare shoulder. I had two men’s fingers inside me now, one finger-fucking my pussy, the other my ass. I bucked and writhed between them, barely knowing what to do with myself.

  Kodee helped himself to some oil, slicking it over his cock then dribbling some onto my tits. My nipples were already tight, puckered, and sensitized, but with the additional of the oil and Kodee’s big, firm hand, his touch almost drove me insane. I kept my gaze locked on the sight of Ryan’s hand around Kodee’s dick, and Ryan leaned over Kodee’s shoulder and kissed me, pushing his tongue inside my mouth.

  Dillon stretched me open, going from one finger to two, and then three. Part of having three men to pleasure meant I was certainly no stranger to anal sex, but that didn’t mean it didn’t sting a little. It felt incredible, though, and I knew I’d come before any of them even got inside me.

  “Oh, God, that feels too good.”

  “Fuck, Rue. I’m going to fill up that sweet little ass,” Dillon growled from behind me.

  “Yes, do it. I want it. I want you to fill me up.”

  And I did. I wanted to be consumed by them fully.

  I gasped and rested my forehead on Kodee’s brown shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut, focused only on the pleasure building in my core. Dillon’s fingers pumped inside my ass and Kodee fingered my pussy, keeping up the same rhythm. I built higher, tighter faster, my mind blurring, and I reached the point of no return. My pussy gushed, and I cried out, clinging hard to Kodee, my strokes on Dillon’s dick forgotten during my orgasm.

  “Good girl,” Kodee said with a sexy grin. “Now it’s our turn.”

  They gave me a moment to catch my breath, Dillon slipping his fingers from my body. Then his cock pressed at my asshole, and I sat back on him, feeling myself stretching around his girth.

  “Oh, fuck,” he hissed over his teeth. “You’re so fucking tight,”

  I sank down deeper, taking him, inch by inch, into my ass. When I was right down to the root, I pulled Kodee toward me.

  “Now your turn,” I told him.

  Ryan held Kodee’s dick at the base, maneuvering him to fit me. Dillon lifted himself slightly, so I could angle my pussy just right. I gripped Kodee’s cock in my hand, helping Ryan, and positioned the head at the entrance to my pussy. With Dillon still buried deep in my ass from behind, I slid down onto Kodee’s dick as well.

  We stayed like that for a moment, my body getting used to the invasion of two cocks at once, and the men getting used to the feel of my pussy and ass wrapped around them. I was so full, it felt incredible.

  Ryan came to stand beside the bed. His cock was in his hand, which he offered to each of us in turn.

  I leaned to one side and took him in my mouth. I sucked him, sliding my lips up and down his shaft, and then I released him so Kodee could lean down and do the same. I loved seeing the men go down on each other.

  When Kodee let Ryan’s dick slip from between his lips, Ryan repositioned himself so Dillon could suck him next.

  As sexy as watching them was, I had two cocks filling me. While Dillon was sucking Ryan, I rocked my hips.

  At first, they alternated thrusts, Dillon pulling out and then driving back in, and then waiting while Kodee took his turn. They were slow, patient with each other, but it didn’t last. Our momentum built, and within minutes they were both fucking me hard.

  “Fuck, I can feel your cock inside her,” Dillon groaned to Kodee. “That’s insane.”

  Ryan’s hand was on one of my tits, and he rolled and pinched my nipple while he masturbated furiously with his other hand. I turned my head, and he kissed me hard. Reaching out, I covered his hand on his dick with my own, squeezing him, so we were both rubbing him off together.

  My breath expelled from my lungs in short, fast pants. Sweat prickled my skin, between my breasts, upper lip, and forehead. We were a jumble of hands and mouths, of tongues and cocks. I wriggled and bucked between them.

  Kodee’s fingers found my clit, strumming me higher and higher into a kind of madness of ecstasy. My second orgasm tipped me over the edge, and I was caught up in a whirlwind of pleasure, toes curling, eyes rolling. My cries must have been heard by neighbors several plots over. The men came, too, Dillon’s cock jerking inside my ass, Kodee holding himself deep while he filled me. Ryan swore, and a splatter of hot cum hit my tits.

  We stayed in position for a moment, all of us breathing hard, our bodies coated in sweat. Then Ryan leaned back and grabbed his towel from where he’d been lying, and we both laughed a little as I wiped myself down.

  This was what happiness was—true happiness. Unafraid. Unapologetic. Completely accepting. My heart swelled with the power of it.

  Dillon wrapped his arms around my waist, and I twisted in his arms to kiss him.

  “I love you, Rue,” he said, holding me tighter.

  “I love you, too.” I turned to look into the faces of the other men. “I love all of you.”

  Kodee swept my damp hair from my neck. “This is all we need, right here. The four of us, together.”

  “Yes, the four of us,” Ryan agreed. “We all fit perfectly together, don’t we?”

  I touched my fingers to the item of jewelry at my throat. The quaternary knot that represented the four of us, never-ending.

  “Yes, a perfect fit,” I told them, smiling back. “Forever.”

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  Acknowledgements

  Thank you to my long time editor, Lori Whitwam. You have been such a support to me over the years, and I do truly appreciate it!

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  About the Author

  Marissa Farrar has always been in love with being in love. But since she's been married for numerous years and has three young daughters, she's conducted her love affairs with multiple gorgeous men of the fictional persuasion.

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