Kane, Samantha - Brothers In Arms 06 (17 page)

“Is it all right?” he whispered.

Alecia laughed weakly. “Yes, yes, better. Perfect.”

He pushed back in and Nat whimpered. Palu loved that sound. Loved that he was making both of them cry out with pleasure when he fucked them. He needed to hear them, to push them, to make them feel this way over and over. For a moment he thought about what he’d seen when he’d watched Nat and Alecia fuck that first night, 87

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the intensity and need. As he pushed back inside Alecia, driving his cock along Nat’s length inside of her he looked down at Nat and with shock he realized that both Nat and Alecia looked at him with the same intensity and need. He hadn’t seen it, hadn’t wanted to see it, before. There was desire, but there was also tenderness and vulnerability in Nat’s face. Palu took that trust and tenderness and gave it back in the rocking of his hips, in the rhythm of his thrusts. He was ready now, ready to see it.

Palu understood at last what he could give them, why he was here. They did love each other, but those early years of their marriage created a chasm they simply couldn’t cross. A week ago Nat had told him they wanted to get away, not only from her father but from their past. They wanted a new beginning. Could he give them that? God, how he wanted to be with them for a new beginning.

Right now he could give them what they both craved, the satisfaction of sharing each other. With their other lovers Palu believed that the satisfaction came from returning to one another when the interlude was over. The end of each affair was another chance for the two of them to prove their love. If that was what they needed from him, he would gladly give it to them.

But he thought there was more here with him. Why, he didn’t know. But they had told him that they were doing things with him they hadn’t done with other lovers.

What did that mean? He hoped it meant they were experiencing the same terrifying feelings he was. Alecia had asked him to love her. Good God, couldn’t she tell how much he loved her?

The thought brought everything in him to a halt—thought, feeling, breath, heartbeat. He loved her. He loved Nat. He was thirty-six years old and he’d never been in love. He’d never put himself at risk like that. Yet now here he was in love with two much younger, already married people. A man and a woman who loved each other so much they forgave the sins of the past and sought a new, brighter future together. Who did he think he was, interfering in that? Could he love them? He could give them his body as they liked, and secretly, silently, give them his soul. Or he could bare that soul and see what they might discover together.

Alecia shuddered beneath him. He felt every tremor in her warm, sweat-dampened skin, felt the muscles in her back and buttocks flex as she tried to arch into him.

“Love me, Palu,” she said again in a broken voice. Nat was staring at him intently, his eyes narrow and bright. Palu couldn’t deny it. He no longer wanted to.

“Yes, Alecia,” he whispered, lowering himself down onto his forearms, pressing deep inside her, pressing against Nat inside her. They both gasped and he felt Nat’s cock jerk as Alecia bowed her back and pushed against him, holding him there. “Yes, I love you,” he whispered, his heart beating a terrified tattoo in his chest.

“Palu,” Nat groaned. His neck arched as Palu pulled out and slid back in. Alecia’s flushed cheek lay on Nat’s shoulder and she looked at Palu out of tear-filled eyes. She was biting her lip, and Palu reached out with his thumb and gently pulled it free.

“Tell me,” Palu begged. “Don’t be silent.”

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“I love you,” she whispered brokenly. “I think I have from that first night.”

Palu felt as if a crushing weight was lifting from his chest. He looked at Nat. Were those tears on his temples? Palu reached up a shaking hand and brushed his soft brown hair there and found it wet.

“You know how I feel,” Nat whispered. “You know.” Nat licked his lips, and Palu wanted to kiss him again. He wanted to make Nat forget he was supposed to be in charge. “Love me, Palu,” Nat whispered, and Palu’s smile was filled with joy.

It was as if the words freed them all. Suddenly they couldn’t fuck fast enough or hard enough. Palu had never known this kind of need. He had to show them how he felt, had to fill them with his cock, his seed, his love. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that Nat was trying to set a rhythm. Each time Palu pulled out Nat pushed in. Their cock heads slid against each other and down the shaft as Alecia squeezed them tight, little tremors in her cunt and her arse making both men groan.

Alecia was crying out, but she bucked in their arms, taking them and giving back as they fucked her wildly. Palu pulled back up onto his knees and he wrapped his arm around Alecia’s waist and brought her with him. As she rose up it changed the angle for all of them, forcing Nat deeper, and Palu’s cock drove more directly into Nat’s each time he thrust.

“Yes,” Nat hissed. “Fuck me, Palu. Fuck me like that.”

Alecia laughed wildly. “No, fuck
me
like that,” she said.

He couldn’t reply. He was lost, lost. He hadn’t known it would be like this. He hadn’t known it could be. He tried to focus, tried to grab this moment and make it a memory. The lavender scent of Alecia’s hair, the feel of her skin, slick with almond oil and sweat, the heat and pressure of her arse, the first woman he’d ever fucked like this.

Palu slid his hand up her arm and buried it in her golden blonde curls, closing his fist until she moaned and leaned back into him.

And Nat. Nat was driving his hips up, his hands gripping Alecia’s hips to hold her steady against their driving thrusts. His chin rested on his chest as he tried to hold his head up to watch what they were doing. His shoulders were knotted with effort, the freckles there almost lost in the rosy flush of arousal that painted his pale skin. The muscles in his arms stood out in stark relief and Palu felt an overwhelming urge to sink his teeth into those firm muscles. He wanted to devour him. He could still taste the flavor of Nat’s semen in his mouth, feel the beat of the veins in Nat’s cock on his tongue.

As Alecia moaned at the grip of Palu’s fist in her hair, Nat’s gaze flew up and collided with his. Palu felt the tremors inside Alecia as she neared her peak, heard the desperation in her voice. He could see the sheen of sweat on the bridge of Nat’s nose and the dust motes flying through a weak beam of late afternoon sunlight as it cut across the bed, and time seemed to stop. Then Alecia jerked free of Nat’s hold and began to fuck them, driving herself up and down, small cries escaping with each downward thrust.

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Palu grunted and closed his eyes and held still. He didn’t want her to hurt herself.

She dragged the hand Palu had around her waist down her stomach and pressed it against her cunt, pushing his finger between her wet, swollen lips. He found the treasure she was seeking there, a hard button of desperate desire, and he circled it roughly, pressing against it on each rotation.

“Palu,” she screamed.

“I want to come with you, damn it,” he growled, and he forgot about being careful.

Instead he rammed his cock in her again and again, chasing his release as she sobbed her pleasure. Nat was fucking her just as hard and she loved it, loved them, and she told them so, over and over. Palu smiled with relief as he felt his balls tighten painfully and a tingle of heated sensation raced down his spine. And then he was coming, coming inside her, in hot wet, aching spurts, filling her.

“Fuck yes,” Nat cried out, and his shoulders curled up off the bed as he jerked and Palu felt the heat and vibration of Nat’s release in Alecia’s cunt. Nat whimpered as he came, and Palu’s cock somehow managed to revive enough to give him one last bolt of lightning hot pleasure at the sound.

When it was over he just kneeled there, breathing heavily, holding Alecia up. She was limp, exhausted, lying trustingly in his arms, her head turned and her cheek resting on his chest right over his heart. He looked down and caught a small, sleepy, satisfied smile on her face. Nat wore an almost identical smile. Nat’s eyes were closed, his hair was dark with sweat, his hands flung out to his sides as his chest rose and fell rapidly with his heavy breathing. They all sounded as if they’d run a race.

“What do we do now?” Palu asked quietly, amused. The ragged and breathless sound of his voice surprised him.

“Nothing, anything,” Nat answered in an equally ragged voice. “Does it matter?”

“Everything,” Alecia whispered. She raised both arms over her head and wrapped them around Palu’s neck in a languid stretch that forced his softened cock out of her passage. “Oh,” she cried out softly, sounding disappointed.

“Everything,” Palu agreed fervently. He glanced over her shoulder to see Nat sliding his hands up her splayed thighs in a soft caress.

“Yes,” Nat agreed, meeting his eyes. “Everything.”

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The sun had set. They’d cleaned up and had fallen asleep tangled in each other’s arms. When Alecia awoke several hours later it was to find Palu at her back while she was pressed up against Nat’s chest, her head tucked under his chin. She had never felt so safe and warm as she did then. Now they were all awake, but the others seemed as reluctant to get out of bed as she was.

Palu was stretched out on his stomach, his legs spread, while Nat investigated his
tatau
yet again. Nat was kneeling between his legs while he ran his hands over Palu’s buttocks and thighs, tracing the swirls. Alecia grinned at him. He was like a little boy with a new toy. Although she had to admit that she was just as fascinated with Palu’s
tatau
.

Alecia half-reclined on some pillows facing them. “I have read,” she ventured tentatively, “that women in the Pacific islands have these markings as well.”

Palu opened his eyes and smiled sleepily at her. His cheek was resting on the back of his hand. He looked incredibly young and happy in the candlelight. “Hmm, have you?” he answered. “I thought you were unfamiliar with them.”

Alecia blushed. “In the past week I have read some pamphlets.”

Nat snorted and leaned down to rub his nose in the small of Palu’s back. Palu shivered. “And a book or two or three,” Nat told Palu. “Don’t let her fool you, Palu. She is a voracious reader.”

Palu’s smile grew. “I can see I shall have to study each night to keep up with her.”

Was he teasing? Alecia thought he must be. She would never know as much as Palu. He had traveled the world and had written one of the books she’d read. She didn’t realize she was frowning until Nat reached over and smoothed the furrow between her eyes with his finger.

“Don’t frown so, Alecia,” he chided gently. “Palu was teasing. He didn’t mean anything by it.”

Palu rolled over to his side, nearly toppling Nat. Nat steadied himself and then settled back down on Palu’s thigh. Palu bent his arm and rested his cheek in his palm as he studied Alecia silently. She wanted to squirm under his scrutiny, but she held still.

“I do not question your intelligence, Alecia,” he finally said. He picked up her hand and kissed her fingertips. “Why do you?”

Alecia shrugged helplessly. “I was not educated as you and Nat were, Palu,” she told him, irritated at his lack of understanding. “I am sure that I shall never know what you two do, no matter how many books I read.”

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Palu merely grunted and continued to regard her intently for a minute. “Tell me what you learned of the
tatau
,” he asked suddenly. Without warning he rolled again, this time to his back, and Nat cried out with a disgruntled, “Stop!” as he nearly fell off the side of the bed. Palu grinned playfully and grabbed Nat’s hands to pull him back up onto Palu’s legs. The new position made Nat lick his lips as he reached down and began to trace the
tatau
on Palu’s stomach and hips, avoiding his groin. When Palu thrust his hips up, trying to force Nat’s hand onto his hardening cock, it was Nat’s turn to grin wickedly.

“You’re not answering me,” Palu said, turning to look at her again. “What did you learn?”

Alecia was nervous, afraid to show her ignorance. But inside she knew that Palu would not disparage her. He would answer her questions. And she had so many questions. She leaned over and traced one of the swirls on his shoulder. “Your father’s book said that these swirls represent the leaves of the fern. Are there so very many of them there, then?”

Palu nodded as he looked down at her finger where it traced the design. “Yes. They eat them, build with them. They use them in countless ways. The fern is very important to many groups there.”

Alecia found that fascinating. “And they grow wild?”

Palu laughed. “Oh yes. It is hot there, Alecia, and humid. Like the orangeries here.

Ferns grow everywhere. I myself have catalogued over thirty species.”

Alecia blushed again. She’d known that about the climate. “What about the other designs? The dots and the band on your arm?”

It was Palu’s turn to blush. “I’m afraid I was in a great deal of pain at the time. My grandfather,” he paused and looked up at her, “my mother’s father, of course, chose the designs for me. There was a religious ceremony as they applied the
tatau
, and the women sang of its meaning. But I was out of my head and only understood one word of every five.” He shook his head. “In some way it identifies me. Other Polynesians would know by looking at them where I was from and who my family is.” Alecia was tracing the band around his arm. “That signifies strength. Although what kind I’m not sure.”

“Inner strength,” she said without thinking. She darted a glance at Palu, who looked surprised.

“Why would you say that?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I think that it must take a great deal of inner strength to grow up as you did, a child of two worlds, one of the first of your kind, torn between customs and loyalties.”

Palu reached out and traced her cheek with his knuckle tenderly. “You have understanding, Alecia, which cannot be gained from books.”