A Perfect Trifecta: Delta Heat, Book 3 (9 page)

Craig’s expression was one of wonder and patience. “I didn’t know,” he said. “Didn’t understand.”

Jenn gave him a soft smile. “Serving is loving. You’ve never truly submitted because you’re not a whore at heart, Craig. You need one Dom to serve. Just like me.”

Aiden sensed the moment the two of them bonded as they shared smiles.

“Who the hell’s in charge here?” he grumbled, unsure about the emotions swirling around and inside him.

“You are, Sir,” Craig said, with a one-sided grin. “My ass certainly knows it.”

Aiden gave a sharp, unexpected bark of laughter. “So that’s how it’s going to be?”

“Only if we’re very lucky,” Jenn said, her cat’s eyes gleaming.

Aiden shook his head. It was almost too much to take in. Likely, it was all about the sex. Subs tended to get emotional when they were pushed. Some got violent, some believed themselves in love.

The feeling would pass. The next time they all met, they’d give each other sheepish smiles and hope no one would mention they’d taken things a little too far. So why did he feel as though that scenario might crush him?

“Go with it, Sir,” Jenn said. “Don’t think so hard. We’re here for you.”

With his chest feeling crowded, he shook it off. “Jenn, why don’t you lie down in front of Craig.”

Her expression brightened instantly. When she was on her back with her knees spread and Craig had gone down on his elbows to eat her out, Aiden turned his attention back to his own raging hard-on. He was glad he’d distracted them, because the warmth blossoming between the pair made him feel cold.

This was just sex, and he’d fucked plenty of men. Didn’t really have a preference for men or women, which he knew was rare. The dark hole winking at him would serve just as well as a lush, hot pussy. Leaning forward, he dropped spit into Craig’s crack, then fingered him, tucking one digit inside and finding it hot. The ring was nicely relaxed. He’d have no trouble working himself inside.

Aiden knew he was being clinical. Shutting down again. Making this about being what he was, a Dom, and not a man. Certainly not a man hoping to fall in love with the couple who were happily engaged in front of him.

Jenn’s sighs were soft, kittenish. She’d had her blowout orgasm. Now she was quite content to get some cosseting. Jenn was most certainly a hetero female. Fully into men. Something Aiden, being a man, appreciated.

Satisfied he wouldn’t harm Craig, he gripped his own cock, glided tip to root then back up, and squeezed it just beneath the crown. With his fingers, he spread Craig’s cheeks and pressed forward, setting the tip of his cock against the small entrance. With a flex of his hips, he pushed gently inside, lips drawing away from his teeth at the heat and gripping pressure.

“Holy shit,” Craig muttered, lifting his head from Jenn’s pussy.

Aiden met Jenn’s gaze. Her expression was expectant, excited. She licked her lips, and he wished he could kiss her right then and there. He pushed again, sliding deeper. With each inward stroke, he came closer and closer, until his groin hugged Craig’s hard ass.

Once he was as deeply embedded as he could be, he straightened, gripped Craig’s hips and began to rock.

Craig sank again, his mouth open, his tongue desperately searching Jenn’s folds, seeking her pleasure and sweet distraction from the powerful surges taking him from behind.

Aiden was huge, stretched him until he burned and ached, and the pleasure of it was indescribable. Jenn’s belly began to quiver, and he concentrated his efforts on the swollen nubbin at the top of her folds, sucking it hard, drawing it from beneath the thin hood, sucking until it was fully erect like a tiny, blunt penis. He gripped the base with his lips and slathered the tip with his tongue, rubbing soft then hard, ignoring the fingers pinching his earlobes and the way she squirmed and jerked beneath him.

He needed to focus on something besides the thickness reaming his ass, because he wanted to blow.

A hard hand reached beneath him and ringed the base of his cock, and Craig sighed, thankful the responsibility of holding back was off him. Until Aiden began moving his fingers on Craig’s cock in powerful, twisting strokes.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Craig’s lips clamped harder around Jenn’s clit and she sobbed.

“Not yet,” Aiden said loudly. “Not yet…”

The thrusts grew more powerful, thudding against his ass, driving deep—hard, rapid penetrations that drove him crazy, made thinking about anything else,
anyone
else impossible.

Craig bit Jenn’s clit and she howled. Her body arched, writhed. Her hips slammed up. Her orgasm had his balls cramping painfully hard.

Craig braced a hand on the floor and grasped Jenn’s shoulder to shove her under his body because he needed her there. Jenn complied, wriggling wildly to get into place.

The hand on his cock pulled free. Fingers clenched on his hips and thumbs dug into the bruises on his buttocks. The strokes deepened, lengthened. Craig raised his head, closed his eyes and prayed to keep it together.

Another stroke and he knew he was going to lose it.

“Now, boy,” Aiden panted. “Now!”

Aiden’s hips crashed into his, jerking his whole body. His balls burst, semen spurted in scalding pulses. Craig pushed up on his elbows and tilted his ass, wanting more, needing the crush of Aiden’s thrusts.

When the other man’s movements slowed, Craig opened his eyes. Jenn lay beneath him. A beautiful, sweaty mess, come streaking her belly and breasts.

Aiden’s body shuddered behind him then slowly withdrew.

Craig didn’t watch as his Dom walked away. He backed up and knelt, gave Jenn his hand and pulled her up to sit beside him.

“He’s going to need a little space,” she whispered, her fingers smearing the whitish streaks on her skin.

He gave her cheek a kiss. “So will I.”

Her smile was slow and sweet. “Don’t give him too much time or we’ll have to start from scratch again.”

Co-conspirators now, lovers who were falling in love, he kissed her mouth. “Take care.”

He pushed off the floor and turned. Aiden was washing at the sink again and didn’t look back. Wishing he knew exactly what he should say, instead, Craig kept silent and left the room.

Chapter Seven

Throughout the next week, Jenn and Craig kept in close contact, calling and texting each other. But after Saturday’s marathon, per Jenn, Aiden hadn’t mentioned Craig’s name once, and then he’d left Jenn for his two-day shift at the firehouse.

Craig was beginning to think that one night was all Aiden would allow. Craig had spent the intervening days trying not to imagine an arrangement where the three of them could be together. In the moments when he was weak, he dreamed of living with them, caring for Jenn’s needs when Aiden was gone. Serving Aiden’s along with Jenn whenever the fireman returned. But the picture in his mind was only a dream.

Aiden hadn’t felt the same attraction. The same screaming need.

This night, Thursday night, he met with his closest friends at Marti’s bar. Everyone was there—Jackson, Beau, Gus and Mondo.

Beau’s slightly flat features and slanted black eyes studied him. So closely, he drew Mondo’s attention too. Jackson was too busy giving Marti sultry looks. Gus had his pretty Domme, Ash, perched on his knee. His hand was beneath her skirt, so the two didn’t notice the extra attention Craig was getting.

Craig gave Mondo and Beau a hot glare. “What?”

Beau shrugged. “Just wondering. Heard you had a date with Jenn and that fireman who wiped the field with you. Wondered how that went.”

Mondo grunted and his gaze roamed away a little too nonchalantly.

Craig shook his head, his stomach plummeting. “No. Tell me you weren’t watchin’ with security.”

Mondo shrugged. “You’re my friend. Think I wasn’t going to make sure that bull played nice?”

Heat suffused his face and neck. “Then you saw.”

“Everything. Yes.” Mondo’s gaze cut back to him with only the barest hint of a smile. “I would have intervened, but it looked like you were enjoying it too much.”

Jackson swung his head toward Craig. “What’s that? You and Aiden Byrne? I thought it was just…playin’.”

Craig’s cheeks burned hotter, but he prayed the dim light in the bar didn’t betray him. “That’s all it was,” he grumbled. “Playin’.”

“Then how come you’ve been so quiet?” Jackson asked. “Even Marti asked me if you were unhappy. I didn’t know anything was wrong.”

Guilt added to his embarrassment. He and Jackson had been friends a long time. They’d always shared everything. He’d even helped Jackson land his girl. “There’s no fixin’ this. Nothing’s broke.”

Mondo’s dark gaze, always so astute, didn’t give him any wiggle room. “Then you won’t mind that I invited Jenn to drop by.”

Craig shifted backward in his seat. “Why’d you do that?”

“Aiden’s sleeping after his shift. I thought she might be lonely.”

“Jenn’s Aiden’s girl.”

“Jenn’s her own woman.” The voice was soft but firm and coming from right behind him.

Craig glanced over his shoulder at Jenn. She looked gorgeous. Her dark hair fell in a soft cloud around her bare shoulders. The slim blue sheath she wore ended several inches above her knees. Rising to his feet, he asked, “Should you be here?”

“Because Aiden might wake up and decide he needs service?” Her nose wrinkled. “He has two hands.”

The table erupted in laughter. But not for the reason Jenn might have thought.

Craig’s glance darted past her curvy figure to the tall man striding toward the table. His heartbeats hammered against his chest. By Aiden’s taut expression, he was furious.

Aiden came up close to Jenn’s back, his expression controlled but with angry splotches of color in his cheeks.

When her gaze noted the men weren’t looking her way, she glanced warily behind her shoulder. “Oh…hi, hon.”

“Think I didn’t notice you sneak out of the apartment?” he growled.

Craig’s body reacted to that tone, heating, his cock stiffening.

“I figured you needed your rest, baby,” she said, patting his cheek.

“Then why not go to the grocery store? We’re out of milk.”

Jenn’s bottom lip protruded. She tilted her chin high. “I’m not a servant. Not your slave.”

“But you want to be.”

She flipped back her hair. “Well, I’ve changed my mind. I want a smarter master.”

Craig pursed his lips. Lord, she’d gone and done it now.

Aiden lifted his hands and gripped her upper arms.

Gus pushed Ash gently off his lap and stood. The two men had a table between them, but Craig didn’t think that would be much of barrier if they decided to wade in to fight.

But it wasn’t Gus’s fight.

Craig set aside his chair and faced Aiden, keeping his expression carefully neutral. “Jenn stopped in to have drinks with friends. Why don’t you join us too?”

Gus cussed under his breath, and Craig thought maybe Mondo was chuckling, but he wasn’t going to break stares with Aiden when the other man looked mean enough to chew rocks.

“Jenn, let’s go.”

Jenn slipped onto Mondo’s lap and put her arm around his shoulder. “Mondo here’s a smart Dom.”

Mondo shook his head. “Bad move, sweetheart,” he whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear.

Aiden curled his fists at his sides. Mondo hadn’t tried to seize control, but he sure hadn’t backed him up.

“You’re on the wrong lap,” Aiden bit out.

Jenn’s gaze got meaner, narrower, and she slipped off Mondo’s lap and slid her arm around Craig’s waist. Craig didn’t lift his arm to make room for her, but he didn’t push her away.

Something Aiden noted with a deepening frown. He took a step back and raked a hand through his hair.

For the first time, Craig read indecision in the emotions scrolling across Aiden’s face.

Aiden took another backward step then turned on his heel and left.

Mondo canted his head, studying Jenn’s face then Craig’s. A smile began to twitch on his lips. “Can I give you two a little insight?” he whispered, this time low enough only the two of them could hear.

“Please,” Jenn breathed.

Mondo hunched toward them both. “We Doms like to think we’re in control. We like knowing that we understand the dynamics of any sexual situation. But when our hearts enter the mix, it’s confusing. Sometimes, we need leading… Not topping from the bottom, which you try to do a little too often, Jenn, though I know you like a tender ass. But you ambushed him on Saturday. He wanted to play, expected a sexy romp, but you two made it about so much more.”

“We made it about what we needed…” Craig said softly.

“Yes.”

“How do I make this right?” Craig asked, turning to Mondo.

“Give him a way to take back control. He’s already in deep. He wouldn’t be so angry if he weren’t into you both. But he wants to be the one to make the next move. It’s all subconscious. I’m sure he doesn’t feel anything now but frustration and anger, and more than a little regret that you had to stand up to him. Give him something that puts him back on solid ground.”