Body Shots (23 page)

“God, you must have been so scared,” Mollie said, her voice full of concern.

“When we got to that awful house, he took me upstairs and put me in the chair. He told me he'd rented it a few months ago. He's been living so close and I didn't even know.” She shuddered. “Anyway, I tried to get up, to get away, but he was ready. He tied my wrists, my ankles. He started questioning me about Trent and Mac. About our relationship. He said a lot of ugly things.” She looked up at Mollie, seeing her concern, and quickly finished her account. “He must have gotten Mac's number from my cell phone. I don't know, but after that he left me alone.” To her complete horror she started crying again, and through trembling lips she said, “I was so scared. I really thought he was going to kill Mac and Trent.”

Mollie hugged her, soothing her the way only a best friend could. “They're both way too tough to be brought down by a guy like Richard.”

Crystal forced back the tears and nodded. “Yes, they are, thank God.” She remembered the moment Mac and Trent had stormed through the door, looking for all the world like conquering heroes. And she knew they'd always be her heroes.

Mollie laughed. “And right about now, Mac is probably breaking all the speed limits trying to get back here. He's been worried sick for you. He cares about you a great deal, honey. Trent, too.”

“I hope so, because I think I love them—both of them.”

“Damn right you do.” Both women jumped when they heard Mac's deep-timbered voice.

Mollie crossed her arms over her chest and gave Mac a stern look. “Just how long have you been standing there?”

Mac strode to the bed and dropped all the things Crystal had asked for onto the end of it. “Long enough to know that Crystal loves me.”

“I'd tell you how incredibly rude it is to eavesdrop, but it'll have to wait until the room stops spinning.”

Right away Mac was contrite. “Tell us what to do to make you feel better.”

“Love me,” she whispered, taking a leap of faith. “Just love me.”

“Always and forever, angel.”

“Yeah, what Mac said,” Trent replied as he strode into the room, carrying a tray laden with tea. He placed the tray on the bedside table, then sat down beside her. “We've loved you from the first moment we saw you.”

Crystal's heart filled, and tears sprang to her eyes. “I feel like the luckiest woman in the world right about now.”

Mac cocked his head to the side. “And why is that?”

She reached up and kissed his cheek, then did the same to Trent. “Because I have the two of you. Almost makes me feel like a glutton.” She winked and let a small grin escape. “But not quite enough to give you up.”

Mac took her face in his hands. “You're amazing and the only woman we've ever wanted to share our lives with.”

“Mac's right,” Trent said as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and hugged her into his side. “You're the only one, baby.”

Crystal settled against Trent and realized how right it was to be there. “So, how about we go to Hawaii for my
recovery?
”

Mac and Trent both chuckled. “Anything you want, baby,” Trent said, “it's yours.”

“Ditto,” Mac murmured.

Oh God, she truly was the luckiest woman alive.

EPILOGUE

 

C
rystal stood on the balcony, staring out at the clear blue water. Hawaii was simply beautiful. And so much more romantic than she'd imagined. She'd been beyond pleased when Trent and Mac had offered to take her on a weeklong trip to the tropical islands. It was exactly what she'd needed to recoup from Richard's
Fatal Attraction
episode. And although it had taken a ton of work to get Kinks 2 up and running, Mac and Trent had made it happen. God, they were amazing when they put their heads together. They'd designed the new club to bring in maximum profits, while still keeping a private club feel. Mac had agreed to take on the job of running the new club, while Trent handled the first Kinks. It worked out perfectly.

The warm weather in Hawaii was perfect for sunning and boating. Now, as the cool night breeze off the water sent a chill down her body, Crystal watched the dark waves slowly rolling in, then back out again. It was their first night there. She wondered whether Trent and Mac would even let her out of bed to enjoy the sights. Or whether
she'd
let
them
out. She grinned at the thought, then heard a shuffling from behind. Turning her head, Crystal watched Mac and Trent striding toward her. They were dark, strong, and mostly naked. Her body stirred to life.

“Why are you out here when we're in there?” Trent asked.

Crystal barely suppressed the need to moan. Trent's deep voice always had the power to turn her on. Of course, his bare chest and sexy black boxer-briefs didn't hurt, either. “I'm enjoying this beautiful evening. It's amazing here, Trent. Thank you for this.”

Trent took her in his arms and held her tight. “You're welcome, baby.”

Crystal pushed backward and peered to the left of Trent to see Mac in a pair of navy blue pajama pants, a sexy grin on his handsome face. “Why are you over there?” she asked.

He leaned close and pressed his lips to her temple. “Because I want you back inside.”

She stepped out of Trent's arms and followed Mac into their suite. The hotel was beautiful, the room ridiculously expensive, and yet it could be a hole-in-the-wall for all she cared. Her sole concentration was on Mac and Trent in that moment as he tossed his pj's on a chair and headed toward her, a gleam of wicked intent lighting his eyes.

As if they'd done this a thousand times, Crystal walked backward until her knees bumped up against the end of the bed. Mac gently pushed at the center of her chest, knocking her back onto the gorgeous, ivory-colored comforter. She scooted up the mattress so that she lay in the center. Trent, in all his bronzed and dark-haired glory, stripped out of his clothes and spread out on the bed next to her, while Mac lowered himself on top of her. Their well-muscled bodies and the intensity in their deep eyes was enough to have any woman drooling, but the heavy weight between Mac's legs had her aching and wet. She peeked over at Trent and realized he was every bit as hard.

Mac pushed his pelvis against her, gaining her attention. With the single-minded purpose of making him squirm, Crystal began smoothing her right hand over his pectorals. She ran her fingers through the coarse dark curls that covered his chest, then inched her legs upward until they were wrapped around his lean waist. She let her sex slide along the length of his cock, luxuriating in his deep groan of satisfaction.

“You make me crazy, angel,” Mac confessed as he teased his fingers down the front of her, setting off several little fires along the way. “Ah, soft as flower petals,” he groaned as he kissed her. His lips, so warm and firm, tasted hers with luxurious thoroughness, as if he wanted to spend a good long time pleasuring each and every part of her body with his mouth. When he flipped them both over, putting her on top, she started to protest. His pleasurable torture continued, distracting her. By slow degrees, he took playful licks of her tongue and nipped her lower lip with his teeth. When she felt a pair of masculine hands cupping and caressing her bottom, Crystal broke the kiss and looked beside her to see Trent propped up on his elbow. The intensity in his silver gaze scorched a path clear to her core. His fingers dipped into the cleft and touched her clitoris. Crystal moaned. He stroked her swollen pussy lips, and her body vibrated at the touch. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she finally admitted, unable to contain the glorious feelings rioting inside her any longer. “Both of you.”

Trent dipped his finger into her pussy, sinking deep, then murmured, “I fucking love hearing you say that, baby.”

“Damn, me too,” Mac said, his voice a low rumble of sound in the quiet room.

With Trent's finger thrusting in and out, Crystal was having a hard time concentrating. Her body was on fire. “I didn't think it was possible to love two men at the same time—until now.”

“As long as we're the
only
two men,” Trent said teasingly as a second finger joined the first. “And we're going to want to hear you say those three little words a lot. Like, at least ten times a day.”

“I have a little something for you,” Mac interjected.

“You and Trent are all I need,” she said, meaning every word.

In another heartbeat, Trent pulled his fingers free. She let out an unhappy whimper. “Come over here and I'll give you more,” Trent invited as he moved to his back and held out his hand. Yeah, like she could say no to the dark-haired devil. Crystal slid off Mac and moved on top of Trent. True to his words, Trent's fingers found their way between her legs. Soon he was pushing two of them deep inside her and driving her body higher and higher. When Mac reappeared on the bed, he was holding a small red gift bag. She might be turned inside out by Trent's talented fingers, but even that couldn't completely kill her curiosity. “What is it?” she asked.

“Open it and see, angel,” Mac murmured.

Crystal propped her head on her elbow on Trent's chest and took the bag from Mac. She peered inside and her breath caught. “Oh Mac, it's beautiful.” Her voice caught, and tears stung the backs of her eyes. She tugged it out and held it up. It was a diamond-encrusted sub collar with a heart dangling from it.

“You have our heart, angel,” Mac whispered tenderly. “Always.”

“Always,” Trent confirmed.

Mac took the bag and collar from her trembling hand and gently placed them on the table next to the bed. “Later, we'll put it on you. For now, there's still the little matter of your pleasure.” She watched as he picked up a tube of lubricant and popped the top.

With tender care, Trent pulled his fingers free of her pussy, then drove back in, harder and deeper. Crystal threw her head back and moaned. He stroked her clit and she trembled. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mac move behind her. Large hands caressed her buttocks. A moan erupted from deep within Crystal as Mac let his lubricated finger drift back and forth over her puckered opening. She wanted him there. She was so hungry to feel both men buried deep inside her that she started pleading.

Trent lifted and sucked one hard nipple, setting off a maelstrom of need inside her. Mac lowered his body over hers and kissed the base of her spine. “You want to be fucked, angel?”

“Yes, Mac. God, yes!” she cried, pushing her ass backward to take more of his exploring finger.

“Mm, that's right,” Mac urged. “Take it.”

A second slick finger joined the first, and little by little he stretched her, preparing her ass for the invasion of his cock. Crystal shuddered as Trent's fingers moved in and out of her wet cunt, fucking her with slow precision, as if he had all the time in the world. Trent's thumb pressed against her clit, his tongue licking and playing with her nipples. Mac's warm, firm hand took hold of her hip and held her still while he pressed a third finger inside her ass. Crystal dropped her head to Trent's shoulder as her body began to spiral out of control. When she squeezed her bottom, Mac cursed.

“Goddamn. You make me crazy. So fucking crazy.”

Crystal couldn't concentrate on Mac's words as sensation after sensation bombarded her.

Trent flicked and teased her nubbin and whispered sweet words of encouragment as he suckled one needy breast, then the other. Mac kissed an arousing trail down her spine, and Trent rammed his fingers deep inside her pussy. Crystal lost it.

Her climax came out of nowhere, hitting like a tidal wave and knocking her into another realm. She screamed, her back arching as her body flew apart. She collapsed on top of Trent, exhausted, every nerve ending humming.

Mac's rough voice just barely broke through the erotic fog coating her mind. “My dick is going to feel so damn good inside this tight little ass.”

Trent slipped his fingers free of her dripping mound and cupped her chin, lifting her gaze to his. She watched, transfixed, as he licked each digit clean. “Delicious,” he breathed out. Trent pushed upward, and Crystal felt the heavy weight of his cock pressing against her pussy. Her body went from sated to famished in a heartbeat.

With slow, deliberate movements, Trent tucked the head of his cock between her swollen folds, then pulled her down to press a kiss to her lips. She rocked against him when his tongue flicked over her lower lip, nipping and driving her into a horny stupor. A few inches of his rock-hard erection slipped deeper as he vowed, “I swear I'd live forever like this if I could. My dick all snug and warm inside your pussy, hell, yeah.”

Good thing he didn't wait for a reply because Crystal was utterly incapable of speech. She felt another hand smoothing over her back to her bottom. She turned her head to look at Mac. In one hand he held a tube of lubricant, and in the other he cupped a handful of her plump flesh. She watched as he squirted a portion of it onto his dick and smoothed it up and down his shaft. Her vision blurred as he began a slow glide inside her ass, filling her. She felt the familiar sense of fullness as his cock stretched her inner muscles. Trent flexed his hips and buried the rest of his cock inside her throbbing pussy.

“Please,” she cried.

Mac picked up the pace, fucking her a little faster, while Trent seemed content to take his time. Crystal's body held both men tight. Mac's hips slammed against hers as he pumped her ass with his cock. Trent let loose a low growl and began moving in time with Mac. Soon both men were dancing to the same rhythm. Trent's fingers dug into her hips as he thrust hard. Mac shouted her name and hammered her ass. Once. Twice. Suddenly both men erupted, jets of hot come spilling inside. Crystal felt every pump, every spasm of their cocks, and it spurred on her own orgasm. She flew over the edge, barely aware of Trent's strong arms surrounding her and Mac's gentle hands petting her hair and back. She collasped on top of Trent, her breathing ragged, their sweat mingling.

Mac carefully slid out of her body, then plopped down on the bed beside them. He reached out and brushed a lock of hair off her face as Trent kissed the top of her head and whispered, “Thank you.”

Crystal blinked away some of her lethargy. “For what?”

“For not giving up on us.”

She forced her limp neck muscles to lift her head and realized he was staring at Mac. Both men turned their gazes toward her and grinned. “I love you,” she blurted out, again, as her watery gaze took in the sight of them. They were totally sex-crazed and wildly inappropriate. And she wouldn't have them any other way.

“Damn,” Mac groaned, “I'll never get tired of hearing you say that, angel.”

“Ditto,” Trent agreed before swatting her bottom. “Now, who's up for round two?”

Crystal let out a deep sigh. “I think I've died and gone to heaven.”