Primal Passion (18 page)

As Price took Deni’s breast into his hand and
lifted it to his lips, Gunner decided he wanted back in the
game.

He ran his finger around Deni’s sex, feeling
as Price’s thick cock pressed into her. He gathered up some of the
moisture there, coating his finger with it. Then he pushed the tip
into her anus.

Deni stilled as he forged farther. Without
lube, he wouldn’t dare take her with more than a single finger.
Deni genuinely liked anal sex and they’d both claimed her that way
often. Even so, they had never been careless, never failed to
prepare her properly, to make sure the act was one they could all
enjoy.

Once his finger was completely lodged, he
wiggled it playfully, relishing the sound of her breathless laugh.
Then Gunner indicated for her to continue her movements on top of
Price. Deni had only started thrusting on Price once more when
Gunner realized he had more to give.

Reaching down with his free hand, he cupped
Price’s balls firmly.

Price’s head flew back against the seat.
“Holy fuck.”

Gunner didn’t halt his assault. He was in
this far, he might as well keep going. He continued to apply
pressure to Price’s balls as Deni bounced on his cock. Gunner added
more fuel to the flame burning inside Deni as he started fucking
her ass with his finger.

Time stood still as they each reached for
their climax, wild animals seeking satiation and not caring how
they got it. Price came first, his fingers tightening on Deni’s
waist. Then Deni screamed out her release before collapsing against
Price’s chest.

Gunner didn’t move from his place on the
floor, though he removed his hands from his lovers.

Price’s gaze captured his and held it. Then
Price slowly nodded. Gunner understood. Maybe not tonight, hell,
maybe not even this year, but somewhere down the road, he and Price
would be mapping a new path, one unlike anything either of them had
ever experienced.

Deni lifted her head, glancing at Gunner over
her shoulder. She shifted off Price’s lap, claimed the center of
the backseat and beckoned Gunner to join them.

She took both of their hands in hers and
Gunner wondered at the sudden seriousness on her face.

“I just wanted to say that I love you. Both
of you. I’ve never really said that to anyone, and I know you both
sort of got stuck with me, but I was hoping maybe you…”

Her voice faded away, and Gunner realized she
actually looked worried that they didn’t feel the same way.

Gunner squeezed her hand and turned her face
toward his with a finger on her chin. “I love you too, Deni. So
much it hurts sometimes. You’re my friend, my lover. My wife. I
feel so lucky to have you in my life.”

A smile covered her face as he bent to kiss
her. It was a slow, sweet, gentle melding of lips. He hoped she’d
be able to feel the truth of his words through the touch.

As they parted, Price was there. He reached
for her and pulled their petite lover onto his large lap. “I think
I first started to fall in love with you at the lab the day we met.
You were a white-hot mess with those safety glasses hanging on your
nose, the pencils in your hair, the dead cellphone in your purse.
Deep inside, I couldn’t help but think this woman needs me. And I
need her. I lived most of my life dating perfect women. Women with
classic beauty, poise, flawless manners, the right upbringing—”

“Wow. This took a bad turn,” Deni teased.

Price grinned. “What I’m saying is, I thought
they were perfect because of all those superficial, stupid things.
The fact is you’re the perfect one.”

Deni smiled. “Perfect is a hell of a lot
better than special.”

Price laughed. “You’re both. And more. God,
Denise. You’re everything to me.”

She wiped her eyes, not bothering to hide the
tears their words had produced. Gunner had come to recognize her
happy crying. “You both said that a lot better than me.”

Gunner grinned. “It’s not a contest. It’ll
never be that between us.”

“Just love?” she asked.

Gunner nodded. “And laughter. And maybe half
a dozen kids.”

“And lots of games of hide and seek,” Price
added.

Deni wrapped her arms around both of their
necks and pulled them closer until the three of them were only a
breath away from each other. “I love you. Now, how soon until we
can head to the island?”

Epilogue

The Grand Master walked down the long
corridor and released a sigh of relief. The triad of Price, Gunner
and Deni had caused him a few sleepless nights as he considered how
much could be lost if things didn’t go well. Seeing them today at
the binding ceremony, recognizing the unmistakable love in their
eyes, had set his mind at ease.

He entered his chambers, walked to his desk
and sat. Before he could call the next trinity to the altar, there
was a member in need of help. Marco Polin and Damon Corzo had been
playing with fire for years. College friends, they’d joined the
Trinity Masters together and then used the fact that they would one
day be placed in an arranged-marriage ménage as an excuse to
indulge.

Marco was a world famous cello player who had
done more to make classical music sexy than anyone in the past
hundred years. Damon had been groomed for law practically from
childbirth and was one of the youngest partners in a heavy-hitting
international firm. In a few more years, he would be a judge and in
a prime position to help further the vision of the Trinity
Masters.

But Damon was being blackmailed. His
predilection for sharing pretty women—sometimes two or three at a
time—with Marco had caught up with them. Photos of the two of them
and some showgirls romping on a bed in Vegas had been delivered to
Damon with a demand for a million dollars.

Unless the blackmailer could be found, Damon
would never sit on the bench, and Marco’s career, which was built
on the back of the courtly love of the world’s women, would be
over, eliminating an important artistic voice.

But catching a blackmailer was no easy thing.
There was only one Trinity Master who might be able to do it.

The Grand Master opened the file. Tasha Kash,
born Natasha Kasharin, daughter of Russian spies, was a secret
weapon of the United States government both abroad and
domestically, and possibly the most dangerous member of the Trinity
Masters.

The Grand Master had served as the leader of
this secret society for nearly a decade, inheriting the position
from his father. In all those years, he’d yet to make a match that
didn’t take.

While that track record was impressive, it
was also frightening. With each successful match, he felt more and
more pressure to succeed.

And this next triad may be the riskiest one
ever.