Primal Passion (14 page)

Deni walked away from them and it was obvious
her mind was already at work as she began to clear away some books
and magazines from a side table. “I can set up here if it won’t
bother you, Price.”

Price approached her, shaking his head. “You
aren’t going to spend the next two days working, Denise.”

“But Gunner said—”

“Gunner said he needed two days to sort
things out. He said nothing about you using that time to work.
Personally, I think there are more important things for us to test
out, experiment with.”

Gunner chuckled. Their time in the hotel had
been far too brief for him. And while he knew perfectly well they
were still in the honeymoon phase and that eventually they’d hit
some brick walls they would have to scale, for now he intended to
bask in the insatiable lust he felt whenever the three of them were
together. Besides, they hadn’t touched the tip of the iceberg on
all the sexual activities he planned to explore. “I’d be on board
for that.”

Deni frowned. “I have no idea what you’re
talking about.”

Price grasped Deni’s hand and lifted it to
his lips. “I thought perhaps we could expand on that house-arrest
idea. I enjoyed holding you captive at the hotel.”

Gunner stepped closer, pressing Deni between
him and Price, letting the feeling of being trapped sink in. “You
looked hot as hell in my handcuffs.”

Deni shivered. “There are servants
around.”

Price shook his head. “No. I gave them all
the day off. The house is empty. Our own mansion playground. Do you
still want to escape?”

Deni looked over her shoulder at Gunner. Her
face was flushed and he spotted the interest and the mischief in
her eyes. “Do you two really think you can hold me?”

A dare. A fucking sexy one. Gunner’s cock
went from mildly interested to fuck her now in an instant. “I don’t
think there’s any question about that.” He was no slouch at sexual
threats either.

Deni shook her head, her eyes becoming sad.
It took Gunner unaware. He stepped back. “Deni?”

Price recognized the change as well. He
released her hand. “Are you okay?”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah. I just can’t stop
thinking about what suckers you guys both are.” Before she finished
speaking, she’d taken advantage of the distance they’d provided and
sprinted for the office door. “Catch me if you can,” she yelled
over her shoulder before slamming the door behind her and
disappearing from view.

Price burst out laughing but lost no time in
chasing her.

Gunner heard Price’s surprised, “Where the
hell did she go?” when he threw open the door.

Gunner chuckled and then decided it would
take more than mere speed to catch her. They’d have to be sneaky.
He exited the office by a second door, intending to trap her. He
circled around the house in the opposite direction of Price.
Perhaps they could corner her. When he and Price met in the middle,
it was apparent their little scientist was a master at hide and
seek. They continued along their original paths, away from each
other. Gunner slowed his pace, searching for places where she might
hide and listening for her footsteps.

A creak sounded in the dining room. Price
must have heard it too because suddenly he was standing behind him,
silently pointing to another door. Because of the sheer size of the
house, most rooms had two means of entry. Price took off for the
kitchen, intent on entering from that angle, while Gunner covered
the entrance from the foyer. They approached silently. Gunner was
impressed by Price’s stealth. For a large man, Price was a master
at sneaking around covertly. It dawned on Gunner that Price would
make an excellent FBI agent.

Peering in the doorway, he spotted Price
entering across the room. He stepped into the dining room as well,
but at first glance he found no sign of Deni. Then his gaze landed
on the table. An ornate tablecloth that reached to the floor
covered it. It appeared to be slightly askew. In a normal home,
Gunner wouldn’t have noticed, but Price’s servants kept an
immaculate house. He pointed to the table and Price nodded.

Each of them took an end of the long
rectangular table, but before they could lift the cloth, Deni
darted out from the side, knocking over a chair in the process. She
tried to pass him, but he was ready for her. Gunner grabbed her as
she squealed with laughter. Price joined them, capturing Deni’s
flailing arms and pressing them against her back as Gunner pinned
her against him by gripping her waist tightly.

“Ready to cry uncle?” Price asked.

Deni shook her head and continued to
struggle, though it was obvious she was outnumbered.

“Cry uncle now and we’ll lighten your
punishment. Go easy on you.”

Deni stilled. “Punishment?” There was no
mistaking the breathless excitement in her tone.

Gunner tugged her closer, let her feel his
hard cock against her stomach. “Forget it. Offer’s rescinded.”

Price held Deni’s arms behind her as Gunner
untied the string holding her pajama pants up. Deni stopped
fighting. Her breasts were thrust out from Price’s capture, rising
and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath from the
chase. Gunner couldn’t look away. Her nipples were tight and poking
through the thin material of her T-shirt. He imagined what they
would look like with nipple clamps.

Impatient for more, Gunner roughly shoved her
pants and panties over her hips, past her knees. “Kick them
off.”

She obeyed, bare from the waist down in
seconds.

Gunner was torn between asking Price to
release her so they could strip off her shirt and having him grip
her tighter. He wasn’t sure why he found the image of her
confinement so arousing.

Price took the decision from him. “Lift that
tablecloth and push the dishes and utensils toward the middle.”

Gunner grinned, understanding exactly what
Price wanted. He bared a spot on the table and Price pushed Deni
over the surface. She shivered. Arousal? A chill caused by the cool
wood? It didn’t matter. Gunner intended to warm her up soon
enough.

Price kept his grip tight against Deni’s
wrists. “You were a bad girl, Denise.”

She shook her head, but Gunner couldn’t tell
if she was denying his words or trying to ward off her needs.

Gunner pushed her legs apart and pressed two
fingers deep inside her. She was on fire, drenched. Their woman
loved the thrill of the chase. Good.

Because Gunner would want to do this again.
And again.

He thrust his fingers in and out several
times until Deni moaned, lifting her hips in silent invitation for
more. Then he withdrew. “Nope. No reward for you. This is
punishment, remember?”

Deni closed her eyes and pressed her forehead
against the smooth surface of the table. “Please,” she begged.

Price shifted, holding both her hands with
one of his. With his free hand, he swatted her ass. It was a light
blow. Deni jerked, but Gunner knew it was surprise, not pain that
prompted her response.

“Do that again.”

Gunner grinned at her request and complied.
Unlike Price, he added a bit of force to the motion.

She groaned but didn’t try to escape.
“Again.”

Price answered her call this time. They took
turns spanking her as Deni started to squirm on the table, her body
overheated, looking for satisfaction.

Price thrust three fingers inside her pussy,
and Deni cried out. Price still held her wrists tightly, the
captivity obviously driving her arousal higher.

“More,” she demanded.

Gunner reached toward her sex and his gaze
locked with Price’s. The man nodded in silent understanding. Price
removed two of his fingers, allowing Gunner to enter her body as
well. Their knuckles rubbed together as each of them pressed a
finger deep into her. Deni’s cries encouraged them to push harder,
faster.

Gunner was surprised when Price pulled his
finger out. Then, as Gunner watched, Price pressed his wet digit
against her anus. Deni’s thrashing stilled, but she didn’t try to
get away.

“Yes,” she hissed.

Price entered her, his finger slowly moving
in past the first knuckle, then the second. Gunner withdrew,
returning to her pussy with three fingers. He stroked her slowly as
Price continued to press into her ass.

When Price was fully lodged, they all froze,
the moment charged with electricity, heat, desire. Then they moved,
taking both her holes at the same time.

Her orgasm came hard, her inner muscles
clenching tightly. Gunner felt lightheaded as he recalled how
amazing her climax felt against his cock. His jeans were too tight,
cutting into his dick until he was in true physical pain. He
couldn’t wait another second longer.

“Upstairs,” Gunner said, his voice husky,
hungry.

He expected Price to agree. Instead, Price
shook his head and released his grip on Deni’s hands. He helped her
stand, supporting her with his undeniable strength. Gunner had
always considered himself well built, but that was before he’d come
face-to-face with Price Bennett. Price would give the Mr. Universe
contenders a run for their money.

“Deni,” Price started. “If we go upstairs
now, this experiment continues.”

Deni nodded slowly, but Price wasn’t
appeased.

“Do you understand what I’m saying? I want to
take your ass while Gunner fucks your pussy.”

Deni winced slightly. No doubt she found
Price’s words crude. It didn’t matter. Gunner appreciated his
friend’s blunt honesty.

Gunner cupped her cheek. “Will you take us
both?”

She bit her lower lip and, for a painfully
long moment, it felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the
room. Then she said, “Yes.”

Her agreement released Price’s restraint. He
lifted her and carried her upstairs to his bedroom as Gunner
followed, his head whirling over what they were about to do.
Christ. Sometimes it was hard to recall they’d only been together
in this triad a few days. So much had happened. It felt like they
were constantly moving in fast-forward.

Except for the times when they came together
like this. Then time slowed down as they escaped the world, the
worries at work, the threat to Deni, the craziness of this
relationship. In moments like these, everything just clicked.

Price carried Deni to the bed. He placed her
on her feet and quickly stripped off her shirt. Then he gestured
for her to crawl onto the mattress. Deni took her place in the
middle. One night in this bed and they’d already claimed sides,
pillows.

He and Price both undressed before joining
her.

Gunner reached for her, pulled her in his
arms and kissed her. He was aware of Price moving around behind
them, the sound of a drawer opening and closing, but he was too
wrapped up in Deni’s soft lips, her sweet taste, her hot breath on
his face, to care what Price was doing.

They parted when Price rolled closer, tugging
Deni away from him. “Get in the middle, Gunner. On your back.”

Gunner didn’t mind taking directions from
Price. He’d noticed several times that they’d fallen into a tacit
agreement. Sometimes Price took the lead, other times Gunner did.
There was no contest between them. Just the give and take required
to make a relationship like this work.

Gunner moved into position as Price
instructed Deni to straddle him. Deni lifted her leg, kneeling over
Gunner on her hands and knees. His cock was hard, lying on his
stomach. He reached down to grip it, pushing it up. “Come here,
Deni. I want to be inside you.”

She smiled, lifting her hips and sinking down
so slowly Gunner saw stars. Her innocence was truly gone, and left
in its place was a passionate woman with needs that were almost as
primal as his. There was no denying or refusing them.

When she was fully seated, Gunner gripped her
hips firmly and held her in place.

“Lean forward.” Price gently pressed on
Deni’s upper back until she lay atop Gunner. Her nipples rubbed
against his chest until Gunner couldn’t resist giving them a quick
squeeze. Deni’s eyes glazed with desire as he lightly pinched her
nipples.

“Raise your hands above your head,
Denise.”

Both Deni and Gunner glanced up as Price
captured her wrists once more, securing them to the middle of his
headboard with straps Gunner hadn’t noticed the night before.

“Your captivity isn’t over yet.” Price’s dark
threat caused Deni to shiver.

Gunner tightened his grip on her breasts.
“You’re ours.”

The room fell silent as Price took his place
behind Deni. Like her, he straddled Gunner’s legs, allowing him to
feel the heavy weight of Price’s balls on his shins. He’d never
been attracted to a man, never truly let himself imagine being in
bed with another man, even though he knew it was a distinct
possibility when he joined the Trinity Masters. However, Price’s
nudity and his actions fueled Gunner’s arousal even more. He
wondered if their sexual exploration would stop with the things
they could do with Deni or if—eventually—somewhere down the road,
this ménage would evolve into even more. Gunner would have sworn at
the introduction ceremony hell would freeze over before he’d
consider that. Now he wasn’t so sure.

Gunner watched as Price flipped the cap on a
tube of lubrication. He pressed the nozzle to Deni’s ass. She
started to lift up, but Gunner wrapped his arms around her waist,
holding her in place. She wouldn’t have been able to escape anyway
given the ties on her wrists, but he understood the effect Price
was aiming for.

They both longed to capture, to possess their
precious wife, bind her to them in ways she’d never imagined
existed.

Deni groaned as Price worked his fingers into
her ass. Gunner’s cock was still buried deep inside her and he
could feel the other man’s progress. Jesus. He could feel it.