Wet For Her Warriors (Book 5 of the WILD -- Warriors Intense in Love & Domination -- Boys of Special Forces) (14 page)

“You can hear
him, too, can’t you, starshine? He needs to see me fuck you. Take you hard.
Bury myself to the balls in you. Kind of like—this.”

With his hands
clawing her hips, he pulled her body forward as he thrust hard, invading her
fully in one plunge.

“Ahhh!” Lani
arched her back and screamed it to the sky, hating him and loving him in the
same surreal moment. She kept her arms stretched out because honestly, there
was no other choice. She had no strength. All the energy in her body flowed
toward the cave that was captive to Kellan’s thick, hot cock.

“Holy fuck,” he
rasped. “You’re taking me so deep, Lani. It’s so good. So damn…”

He cut himself
off with a groan. The air was filled with the violent sound of his balls
against her ass. Lani bit back her scream, using the violent energy to clamp
her body tighter around his shaft. His cock grew in its demand for release; her
clit throbbed in its lust for completion. She curled her hands into the moss, borrowing
the strength of Mother Earth to keep from losing control. It was hard, so damn
hard not to let his lunges stimulate her to orgasm, especially as he pumped
even harder. His thrusts coincided with the increase in Tait’s frantic cadence.
Both men growled in the throes of their primal need.

“My sweet starshine.
You have no idea how beautiful you look right now. Neither of us can keep our
eyes off of you. Such perfect tits, bouncing every time I fuck into you. Such
an obedient body, spread wide in surrender. Such a gleaming, wet pussy,
clamping me so tight…”

“Kellan,” she
managed to whimper. “Oh gods, Kellan!”

“You want to
come, don’t you, sweetheart? You’re so close…”

“Yes. Ohhhh,
yes!”

“But you won’t,
will you? Not until I’m ready. Until
we’re
ready. Say it for me,
sweetheart. Focus on me and say it.”

“I—I won’t come
until you’re both ready.”

“That’s our
girl. Our good, sweet girl.”

A strong wind
suddenly kicked up, sending untamed energy through the forest. Lani breathed in
deeply, smelling hibiscus, papaya, and pineapple…and salt, sweat, and sex. She
moaned, joining the symphony of harsh male grunts that consumed the clearing.
Screw the ganja; this was a high that couldn’t be paralleled: the beautiful,
feral energy of two warriors with cocks that needed to explode…because of her.
She still couldn’t see Tait, but she guessed his body and face were a lot like
Kellan’s now: taut with passion, focused on release, eyes fixed on her open
nudity with unbridled lust. Just thinking of it made her vagina clench with wet,
wild need.

“Kellan!
Please!”

Like a miracle,
a snarl erupted from the bushes, seeming to concur with her urgency.
Thank
you, Tait
!

Kellan gave her
a tight nod.
Finally
.
“Yeah. Surrender to it, starshine. Scream
for us, baby. Come hard for us.”

As if she needed
it, he slicked a thumb over her distended clit. The single contact, along with
Tait’s long groan, sent her spinning into a vortex of pure bliss. Her entire pussy
convulsed, consuming her with blistering joy. The euphoria increased upon
hearing Tait groan in the throes of his own climax.

“Damn,” Kellan
growled a moment later. “Damn, sweetheart. You’re going to make me blow like—”
His roar practically shook the fruit out of the trees. “God
damn
it, Lani.
Yesssss.”

She exulted in
how his cock expanded against her walls, stretching her even tighter before his
cum left him in a long climax. Lani wrapped her legs around his waist before
succumbing to the urge, too intense now, to touch him again, too. He groaned
his approval, dropping his head in order to claim her in a deep kiss that made
her wish for the power to freeze time.

Fulfillment
rushed through her like a tsunami, lifting out all the garbage of her life,
making it feel like floating pieces of nothing. For the first time in a long
time, her mind was actually free. Without a care. Without a decision that
extended beyond what part of his back she wanted to explore next with her “unshackled”
hands.

For the first
time in a long time, she was…happy.

Any second, she
expected the inevitable. Her brain was going to echo with the screech of mental
brakes. Loud ones. There’d be a cogent explanation for them. This was all just
post-orgasm endorphins at work, combined with the extra electricity generated
from the wind. She could once more tell herself this had been solely about
sex—hell, she wondered how much longer Tait was even going to continue hanging
out—but why? She refused to acknowledge logic again right now. The bastard
needed to go take a long break.

She needed to
just…be. To keep feeling the soul-drenching, bone-deep satisfaction that had
come with Kellan’s soft words.
Good, sweet girl
. Her eyes closed as she
let the perfection of that moment drench her again. Though Tait hadn’t said a
word, she’d felt his deep approval, too. She smiled, sorely tempted to toss a
glance at the foliage where she still felt his presence, and fling a saucy
zinger.
How was
that
for lifting the dome off my platter, Sergeant
?
But that would entail an explanation to Kellan about their conversation from
this afternoon, leading to her memory of the kiss that followed and the furious
blush she’d try to hide after that. True to form, she’d ride the massive fail
whale on that front. Unacceptable.

The irony of it
didn’t escape her. Was she was actually squirming at the thought of Kellan
learning that Tait had kissed her, after the jungle fever the three of them had
just shared?

Maybe the shit
under her emotional dome really was a casserole of crazy.

Or maybe that
kiss meant more than you’re giving it credit for
.

She didn’t
realize she’d given volume to her scoffing laugh, until Kellan shot an inquisitive
glance over his shoulder while pulling his khakis back on. Since he only had
the pants halfway up his ass, she thanked herself for the timing. Was there any
part of the man that wasn’t muscled perfection?

“A half-moon for
your thoughts?” he quipped.

“Just enjoying
the view.” At least it wasn’t a lie.

“Once we’re back
at the house, you can ‘view’ a lot more if you want.”

She giggled,
acknowledging stomach tingles she hadn’t felt since seventh grade. “You’re
insatiable.”

“When it comes
to you, I am.” A curious grimace crossed his face, as if the admission surprised
him. He banished it by shaking his head fast, then pulled up the pants and
offered a hand to help her up. Once she stood, he pulled her in for a long,
hot, tongue-tangling kiss. Lani let him take over, melting into his strength
with a sigh. What a damn good thing he wouldn’t be here long. She could get dangerously
addicted to kisses like this…

Even when
thoughts of Tait made her pull back from them. More accurately, the emptiness
in the air that he left behind. How could it be that she felt his presence, and
lack of it, like some strange light switch got flipped in her soul?

“He’s gone,
isn’t he?” she asked Kellan quietly.

He nodded. “Likely
bugged for Franzen’s again.”

“Will he be
okay?”

Another
contemplative frown crossed his face. “I may have to finagle a reason to stick
around here if you don’t watch it, woman.”

Damn it. There
went her stomach, trying out for a tumbling act again. “Why?”

“Because that
enormous heart of yours is going to get you into trouble one day, and someone
needs to be here for the rescuing part.” He chuckled when she socked him in the
chest. “Don’t worry about T, okay? I’ll go over and see him tomorrow. He likely
needs some time to process.” He rolled his eyes. “At least that’s what he calls
it, after all the shrinking his big lid’s been through. If you ask me, they’ve
all been poking around in the wrong place. It’s his fucking heart that needs
the work. It was long before Luna, too.”

She took a turn
to frown now. “What do you mean?”

 He sighed.
“T-Bomb is…special. He’s more than a good soldier. He’s a good
man
. He
has a Super Bowl-sized heart. It deserves—”

“Cheerleaders
and foam fingers?”

He laughed with
her. “Damn close. Celebration. And joy. God knows, life’s shown him more than
enough agony and sacrifice.”

Lani wanted to
press for more details, but Kellan gave himself another dismissive head shake and
tugged her hand into his, effectively closing the conversation. She tucked her
head against his shoulder, telling herself that was for the best. Deeper
discoveries about either of these men would only make their departure
harder—and she’d already started steeling for a bumpy good-bye.

No.

She crammed the
thought away while snuggling tighter to Kellan as they made their way toward
home. If logic was banished for the night, so was melancholy.

The wind hit a
strong speed as they crossed the garden and half-jogged to the house. It
brought the smell of a strong rainstorm with it, making her hope that Coach
Price had called an early end to Leo’s fencing practice. To her relief, they
entered the kitchen to find her little brother hunched over the pizza pan, inhaling
the leftover contents in his practice sweats.

“Hey,
kaikaina
,”
she greeted. “Are you
still
hungry? I thought you already grabbed some
dinner with the guys from the team.”

Leo grunted.
“That was a half hour ago.”

“Oh, yeah.” She stepped
next to him and bumped shoulders, though her shoulder now hit him a few inches
above his elbow. “Forgive me for overlooking
that
pertinent detail.”

She moved a hand
up to squeeze his neck in affection but Leo shrugged her off, ducking deeper
over the pizza. She rolled her eyes toward Kellan. He held up his hands with a
smirk. “Your sister makes good pizza, yeah?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Hey,” she
chastised. “Manners?”

Leo let out the
universal teen boy chuff of irritation. “Yes, Sergeant Rush. My sister makes
excellent pizza.”

“Thanks for the
support,” she jibed. Leo only grunted again.

“How was
practice?” Kellan queried. “You’re on the fencing team, right?”

“Yeah. It was fine.”

Lani succumbed
to a wave of alarm. Yes, Leo’s communication style was largely chat-speak
shorthand, but her brother had also been fond of inserting his new nickname for
Kellan into every interaction he could. When “Slash-gasm” was officially a
no-show for the conversation, she looked at Leo with heightened concern before
glancing back to Kellan. She was a little vindicated to see a concerned frown
on his features, too.

“Just ‘fine’?”
she prodded her brother.

Leo sighed. “It
wasn’t brain surgery. It was practice, okay?” After grabbing a soda from the
refrigerator, he pivoted for the back stairs, back still hunched and hoodie
still up.

“Hey!” Lani
rushed after him. “We’re not the enemy,
kaikaina
.”

“I have
homework.”

“Yeah?” She
grabbed the back of his jacket and yanked, toppling his hood. “Well first, you
have an apology to—”

Her breath
clutched in her throat. She felt her jaw working to find words but she was
shock’s speechless bitch thanks to the black-and-blue welt that swelled up
Leo’s left eye and cheek. A gasp finally escaped as she stumbled back.

“Whoa.” Thank
the gods for Kellan, who’d obviously dealt with sights like this more than she.
“If this was ‘just practice,’ dude, I’d love to see what you do in competition.”

Maybe her thanks
for the man was premature. She whipped her stare between the two males. “Are
you two
laughing
about this?”

Kellan shrugged.
“You have a better suggestion?”

“Are you
serious, Sergeant?”

“Are
you
?”

“Look at him!”
Despite her dictate, it was torture for her to do the same. Since she’d decided
to toss logic out the window for the night, she had to fumble to find it again,
to dissect her rage. She was angry—make that enraged—with whoever had done this
to him, not the kid himself. But Leo was the one standing here. And like it or
not, she had to consider that damage like this wasn’t usually one-sided.

“Oh, I’m
looking,” Kellan replied in a tone that sounded like they were still taking
their post-coital stroll through the garden. To Leo, he murmured, “Just assure
me the other guy is worse off.”

Leo raised a
sideways fist. “You know it.”

As Kellan lifted
a fist to meet the bump, she snapped, “You are
not
helping.” The grin he
turned back to her, deepening his dimples, only worsened her frustration. How the
hell did he make her want to slap him and jump him in the same damn moment?
“And you,” —she pivoted back at Leo— “are grounded. One week.”

“What?” Her
brother winced as his face retaliated for the effort of trying to return her
glare. “Why?”