“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….”
