Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

D ahlia stepped out onto the patio in her bikini, the sun dipping low on the horizon. It was going to be a beautiful sunset, the sky already awash in orange and pink. She turned on the lights illuminating the pool, not because they needed them at the moment but because…if this interlude lasted as long as she hoped, it would be night before they finished, and she wanted to make sure…

She swallowed heavily.

If the blackmailer was watching, she wanted to make sure they got their shot.

While this had been her idea initially, she worried about being able to "perform" like this. They would be out in the open, exposed.

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, though she wasn't sure if nervousness or excitement were the cause. She'd never set out to deliberately do something inappropriate or insensitive when traveling. Being a good citizen of the world meant being mindful and respectful of other people's cultural norms. An argument could be made that since the villa was secluded, and privacy was specifically mentioned as a feature, this wasn't inappropriate. That argument didn't lessen the anxiety that made her shoulders tight. Taking a steadying breath, she forced her shoulders down.

Dropping a towel on one of the lounge chairs, she walked to the edge of the deep end and dove in, hoping the cool, refreshing water would calm her down. She swam a few laps back and forth across the pool, only emerging to suck in a quick breath of air before going down again.

There was something about swimming that soothed her. She enjoyed the way the water muted the sounds surrounding her, bringing peace not only to her world but to her thoughts as well.

By the time she'd swum a dozen or so laps and reached out for the edge, Vadisk and Montana were there. Both of her men were sitting on the edge of the pool, watching her. Every trace of anxiety vanished as she soaked up their hungry, powerful looks.

They were both sexy in their own way. Vadisk with his dark, smoldering looks, tanned skin, piercing black eyes, and his hulking build that made her feel tiny in comparison. With him, she felt a genuine sense of security, but it was laced with the slightest threat of danger that was enthralling. He was strong—physically and emotionally—and while she knew he'd never use that strength against her, to hurt her, she had a feeling he could definitely put it to good use in the bedroom. He wore swim trunks with that damned ever-present long-sleeved shirt. However, at least this time it was completely unbuttoned.

Montana had the fair complexion of a redhead and a boyish appeal that was intoxicating. His auburn hair looked redder in the dying light of the sun. He had an easy smile and quick wit that made her want to smile all the time. Being with him was as natural as breathing, and she knew it would be so simple to fall in love with him. God. She was already halfway there.

"Are you coming in?" she asked, her voice taking on a naturally sultry tone. She was so, so ready for this.

"We were enjoying the show," Montana said.

"Oh," she said, eyes slightly narrowed. "I wasn't aware this was going to be a solo performance."

"This one is going to have several acts," Vadisk retorted.

Yep, she thought. There was that hint of danger in his voice that made her nipples hard, her pussy wet. Ordinarily, she would have attributed those things to the fact she was in a pool, but there was no denying the heat she was generating despite the coolness of the water.

Vadisk gestured toward her swimsuit. "Take off your bikini top."

Dahlia toyed with the idea of playing coy for about a second and a half before her own desires won out. She untied the string at the nape of her neck, then the one halfway down her back. Unable to resist, she tossed the top in their direction, Montana catching the wet material before it could land in their laps.

She noticed the fact there was at least a couple of feet between Vadisk and Montana. When they'd discussed setting this trap for the blackmailer, using themselves as bait, they all agreed that given where they were, and Russian attitudes toward homosexuality, it would be best if the guys didn't touch.

Before either of them could ask, Dahlia took the liberty of pushing away from the edge of the pool so that she could slip off her bikini bottoms. Those, she made sure to toss directly at Vadisk. He caught them one-handed, giving her a wicked grin.

"The water is beautiful, boys," she said, beckoning them toward her with a crooked finger.

Montana took the bait, pushing off the side of the pool. They were near the middle of the pool, but closer to the shallow end than the deep, so the water only came up to mid-chest on him. Because he was always standing next to Vadisk, she tended to forget that he was a fairly tall man as well, his six-foot frame towering over her smaller five-feet-eight.

He slowly strolled over to her. When he reached her, he gripped her hips in his large hands, lifting her until her bare breasts were snug against his equally bare chest. Dahlia wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. The water had done nothing to relieve his current condition. She moaned softly when she felt the bulge of his erection, only the material of his swimsuit between them.

Montana lowered his head, kissing her deeply, his tongue dipping in and out of her mouth the way she imagined his cock would. She pressed her center harder against him, delighted by his groan, vibrating against her lips.

They kissed for several minutes, and while Dahlia was enthralled by the way Montana took her mouth and her lips, she never forgot Vadisk was there. His gaze on them felt every bit as strong as a real caress. She could feel him surrounding them, a part of the kiss even though he was several feet away.

When they separated, Dahlia glanced in Vadisk's direction, a tiny gasp crossing her lips at the look in his eyes. She'd seen hunger before, but this was so much more than that. He looked ravenous.

Their gazes locked for a moment as she waited—hoped—Vadisk would join them in the pool. He didn't. Instead, he pulled his feet out of the water and walked toward the wide stairs at one end of the pool. He gripped the railing down the center of the stairs, stepping down until he reached the third one. The water lapped around his knees.

"Come here," he demanded, gesturing for Dahlia and Montana to join him.

Dahlia padded over, enjoying the feeling of the water on her skin. Skinny-dipping was high up on her list of favorite things to do. There was something so freeing about gliding naked through water. Sometimes she felt as if she'd been misplaced at birth, certain she was meant to be a mermaid.

Dahlia reached Vadisk first, Montana walking behind her, holding back. When he reached the stairs, he sat on the lowest one.

"Kiss him," Montana commanded.

Dahlia was becoming accustomed to Vadisk's sexual demands, but hearing the same level of alpha in Montana's tone was one hell of a turn-on. She wouldn't call herself a submissive. She would never be the woman who let a man call all the shots in the bedroom because she had her own needs and zero problem expressing them. She'd never be able to say the words "yes, sir" without rolling her eyes a little bit, and while she didn't mind bondage and spanking, she also viewed those games as a tit-for-tat situation because sometimes she liked to be the one tightening the knots.

But that didn't mean she didn't also have fantasies that thrust her into a more submissive role. She was hella turned on by the ideas of chase and captivity, and consensual non-consent. Obviously, she and her husbands were nowhere near that level of game playing.

This relationship was in its infancy, which required them to take baby steps. However, given the men's natural alpha tendencies, she had high hopes for their future in the bedroom.

Vadisk sank down on the lowest step as well, the water covering him to his waist, unconcerned as the hem of his shirt got wet. He parted his thick, muscular thighs, creating a space for her.

She lowered herself down until her face met his, his lower body cradling hers. Once she was in place, he closed his thighs around her, applying enough pressure to make her feel trapped…in the most tantalizing way.

God, it felt as if she'd waited a lifetime to touch this man the way she wanted to. It was hard to believe that a week ago they'd been virtual strangers—nothing more than a face on a video call, a signature on an email.

Vadisk kissed like he lived. Like he was on a life-or-death mission, paying attention to every detail, analyzing all the threats and disarming them. She'd never felt so consumed. When he nipped her lower lip, just shy of breaking skin, she whimpered. Dahlia hadn't experimented much with pain, probably because her past relationships had remained in the casual category. As a legacy, she'd known better than to let herself fall for anyone who wasn't a member of the Trinity Masters, fully aware and committed to the idea of allowing someone else to arrange her marriage.

As Vadisk continued to lay claim to her mouth, she was certain she could have scoured the earth for a million years and never found men better suited to her than these two. Score one for the Grand Master.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Montana. He was reclined slightly, his elbows resting on one of the steps above where he sat.

"Jesus," Montana murmured. "I could watch you two all night and never get tired of the sight."

Vadisk gentled the kiss, giving her a soft smile, resting his forehead against hers. "It feels so good to finally touch you."

He'd mentioned a few times how difficult it was for him to hold himself back from them, to stop himself from giving in to his desires.

Dahlia had felt the same.

Given the force of his kiss, she thought perhaps he'd underplayed how much he was hurting.

"None of this has been easy." There was an edge to Montana's voice that wasn't usually there.

So they'd all been suffering the same longing. And from the glances Montana and Vadisk exchanged, it was easy to see their restraint in holding back from each other was still chafing.

"Soon," she offered, wishing there was some way the three of them could come together in the way they wanted…needed. The moment that thought crossed her mind, she remembered their purpose tonight, and all nervousness fled, replaced instead by sheer determination.

It was time to root out the bastard so that the three of them could start their lives together. She refused to remain in limbo in goddamn Crimea for one more second longer than she needed to.

Rising from the water, she stood before them naked, droplets sliding down her skin. Though it was still warm, bordering on hot, she got a chill from the evening air. The sun was just now dipping below the surface of the sea, the patio lights shining down on her like a spotlight.

She gave them both a wicked grin as she tapped her chin, looking from Vadisk to Montana, then back to Vadisk. "Decisions, decisions."

"What is it you're trying to decide?" Vadisk narrowed his eyes. Oh yeah. He was a hard-core alpha. God, this was going to be fun.

"I'm not sure which one of you I want to go down on me first." As she spoke, Dahlia drew her hands over her body, teasing herself with a too-light touch on her nipples before gliding her fingers lower.

She was just about to hit the jackpot when Vadisk's hand shot out, gripping her wrist tightly.

He shook his head. "Bad girl. That's ours to play with. Which means, we're the ones who get to decide who and when."

Dahlia laughed, then lightly slapped his cheek a few times. "You're so cute."

The low growl that followed her words told her Vadisk, who was more grizzly than teddy bear, didn't appreciate being called cute.

"Is that how you want to play it, Sonechko ?" he murmured, his voice so low she had to lean forward to hear him.

Now, as always, his pet name for her had her insides turning to mush. None of her past lovers had ever used terms of endearments. She wouldn't have thought that was something she even wanted until Vadisk called her his little sun and her heart swelled.

"As far as I can tell, we're not playing anything. Yet," she taunted. She didn't mind a little verbal foreplay if the conditions were right. Usually over dinner, toward the end of dates that she knew were going to end in sex.

Right now was not the right time because she was too needy. If one of them didn't touch her within the next few seconds, she wouldn't be held responsible for her actions.

Vadisk chuckled, the rumble of it going straight to her pussy, more effective than her vibrator.

He patted the top step, shifting over a bit so she could step by him. "Sit here."

Dahlia considered pushing back, simply because it might set a bad precedence if she followed his orders too easily.

She dismissed the thought instantly. It was clear they were finally getting to the good stuff. Besides, she had the rest of her life to push this man's buttons.

"Open your legs, wife," Montana murmured, moving through the water until he was in front of her. His cock was testing the limits of his bathing suit, the damp material straining to contain him. Montana's height was in direct proportion to the size of his dick. It was impressively long, and she couldn't wait until he was inside her.

She was curious about Vadisk's cock. He'd been too far away the other night for her to get a good look. Even with the nightstand lamp on, he'd been cast in shadow, her damn failing night vision making him difficult to see.

Rather than wait to find out, she reached over, cupping her hand over his bulge.

Holy. Fuck.

Vadisk's cock was thick and rock-hard, just like him.

That was going to be a challenge.

One she couldn't wait to rise to.

Montana watched her stroke their husband's cock for a moment or two before taking over.

"Pull out his cock, Dahlia. Let's have a look."

Dahlia wasted no time reaching for the drawstring, untying it. As she worked to free Vadisk, Montana took away the decision of who was going down on her. He settled a couple steps lower than where she sat, twisting his body until his face was slightly above her pussy.

Gripping her knees with firm hands, he drew them apart, bending forward to run his tongue along her slit.

Dahlia gasped at the much-needed sensation, briefly forgetting she'd been given an assignment.

Vadisk stepped up to the top step of the pool just to their sides, the height putting him in the perfect position for her to tug his bathing suit down, until it clung to his large thighs.

His cock popped out, bouncing off his stomach. He shifted closer, until it was mere inches from her mouth.

She licked her lips, then moaned when Montana parted her labia and sucked her clit into his mouth.

It occurred to Dahlia belatedly that, while they'd briefly discussed their sexual experiences, she'd failed to mention she had never engaged in a menage. It wasn't that she'd been saving herself for her marriage or anything. It was simply that the opportunity had never presented itself.

She was struggling to keep up and they'd barely begun. "I've never…" she heard falling from her lips, before she could stop herself.

Vadisk cupped her cheek, turning her face up to his. "Given a blowjob?" he asked, grinning like a jackass.

She shot him a look. "No. I've never participated in a menage."

"Oh." Vadisk's smile softened. "Neither have I."

"Really?" she asked, surprised. Vadisk struck her as a pretty virile guy. She sort of imagined him as the type who'd been beating girls away with a stick since reaching puberty.

"I've only been in the Masters' Admiralty a few years. To be honest, I'd never seriously considered a threesome prior to that. I'm, um… I might have some control issues when it comes to bedroom games."

"Might have?" Montana asked sardonically.

Dahlia giggled.

Vadisk snorted. "I found compatible partners, male or female. Never two at the same time though."

"Why not explore threesomes after you joined?" Dahlia asked, aware this was a silly time to initiate this conversation, but also feeling like it was one they should have.

"Since becoming a member, I've been busy chasing down bad guys with the MPF and keeping Nik safe from assassination attempts. It's been hell on my social life."

Montana and Dahlia laughed, though Montana's faded quickly when she and Vadisk turned their attention to him.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, computer geeks and people who were stuck on submarines are notorious for being players. Put my name down in the menage virgin column."

Dahlia had no idea why their answers pleased her so much. Maybe it was because in this, they were on equal footing. Or maybe because now they had the opportunity to be each other's firsts.

"Okay?" Vadisk asked, his hand reaching for hers and guiding it back to his cock as he wiggled his eyebrows.

She took his hint, wrapping her hand around his dick firmly. "Okay." Or at least she thought she was until Montana bent down and licked her again, his thumb rubbing circles on her clit. That was when she decided she was very, very, very okay.

Words fell away after that. Dahlia continued to stroke Vadisk's dick, her fingertips barely meeting around his wide girth. Her other hand slid through Montana's hair, her fingers gripping tight to his head as he drove her crazy with his teeth, tongue, and thumb.

Despite the fact it was evening and her feet were submerged in the cool water of the pool, Dahlia felt a drop of perspiration slide down her back, her body temperature rising as Montana slowly built her arousal until she was panting for air.

Vadisk ran his fingers through her hair, pinching her earlobe between his finger and thumb in a way that was way more erotic than she might have expected.

She shifted slightly, using her grip on Vadisk's dick to pull him closer.

He ran the back of his knuckles over her cheek, then stroked her lower lip with his thumb before using it to pull it down.

Dahlia took the head of his cock inside, her mouth stretched to its limit. Vadisk growled low in his chest, the sound so sexy, Dahlia moaned in response.

She continued to use her hand to stroke the base of his dick, aware there was no way she could take him all the way in. Deep throating wasn't something she'd ever attempted, and she sure as hell wasn't going to start with Vadisk's monster cock.

Not that he seemed to mind. His hips shifting in time with her strokes, he murmured curses each time she hollowed out her cheeks, sucking harder.

"Fuck, Sonechko . You are so beautiful. So fucking beautiful."

And while she was completely turned on by Vadisk's praises, she could only give him fifty percent of her attention because Montana was distracting her in the best possible way.

His mouth should be registered as a lethal weapon because she'd never had a past lover so in tune to her body's responses. And she'd slept with women. Somehow, the brilliant man knew exactly where to touch her and how much pressure or suction to use.

Her muffled cry rumbled over Vadisk's cock when Montana pressed two fingers inside her, curling them and finding her G-spot in one pass.

One. Fucking. Pass. And he'd found the keys to her city.

"I don't know what you're doing, Montana, but keep it up. You're driving our woman crazy," Vadisk murmured, his voice thick, betraying his own arousal.

Montana took Vadisk's advice, driving his fingers in and out, always including that crook of the fingers that had every nerve ending in her body exploding in unison.

"Mmm," she mumbled, unable to speak with Vadisk's dick in her mouth. Her grip closed tighter on the base, her strokes speeding up until her pace matched Montana's.

She was seconds away from her orgasm and completely helpless to stop it. She wanted Vadisk there with her, and then she was going to pay Montana back a million times over for his service on her behalf.

Because…damn.

Vadisk's breathing became labored. She looked up at him, his eyes locked on her mouth wrapped around his cock.

"I'm not going to last," he warned her.

She gave him one tiny nod before doubling down.

True to his word, Vadisk came, jets of come coating the back of her throat as he muttered in Ukrainian. " Prekrasnyy. Anhel. Sonechko. "

She didn't know what all the words were, but she didn't need direct translations to know the impact she'd had on him.

It seemed to rival…

Dahlia threw her head back, Vadisk's dick falling free. "Fuck! Jesus," she gasped, when Montana sucked her clit into his mouth, his fingers curling, then scissoring.

Dahlia jerked hard as her body went supernova, her vision flashing bright white behind her closed eyes.

She felt Vadisk's hand on the back of her head, supporting her neck as her back arched almost violently. The orgasm was so strong, it almost hurt as Montana drew it out, still using her clit against her, stroking it as he wrung out every drop of pleasure.

Dahlia remained there for several minutes, almost as if she was suspended, Vadisk cradling her head, Montana's hands now gripping her upper legs, his thumbs rubbing comforting circles on her inner thighs.

When she finally opened her eyes, she had to blink several times before she could focus on them.

"You're going to have to show me what you did to make her explode like that," Vadisk said, smiling down at her and Montana.

Dahlia wasn't sure she could survive this marriage if sex was always going to be that intense and powerful. God, she was shocked that orgasm hadn't broken bones.

Rather than tell them that, she reached out to Montana, who'd risen from where he'd been sitting. It was obvious he thought they'd finished, even though his cock was still pitching one hell of a tent in his bathing suit.

She quickly untied the drawstring and pulled him out, not giving him time to say anything as she took him into her mouth.

"Shit," he said in surprise, his hands cupping her cheeks. "Dahlia. You don't?—"

She sucked harder, taking him deep in her haste. So deep that the head of his cock hit her gag reflex.

"Easy," Montana said, gently holding her steady.

She lifted her gaze, meeting his, as he gave her that boyish grin that was ridiculously charming. The corners of her lips lifted in reply, and then…it was on.

Vadisk, who'd pulled his bathing suit back up, dropped down next to her, his thigh pressed against hers. She could feel his desire to participate, to touch their lover, his need almost palpable.

He didn't. His need to protect stronger than his arousal. To touch Montana now would be far more dangerous than their spying. However, while he couldn't touch, he could still speak.

"Grip the base of his cock like you did mine, Dahlia. Give it a nice, firm squeeze."

She did as Vadisk commanded, more than willing to serve as his hands and mouth as well.

Montana groaned when she tightened her grip. One hand clenched in a fist by his side so that he didn't block Vadisk's view, the other wrapped around the side of her neck.

"Suck on it," Vadisk demanded in a low rumble. "Run your tongue along that ridge just at the bottom of his head."

Montana cursed. "Fuck. Me."

"Not tonight," Vadisk taunted. "But soon. Soon we're all going to be together the way we were meant to be. We'll touch and fuck and drive each other wild. I'm going to grab my own taste of Dahlia's sweet pussy. I'm going to stretch out your ass, Montana, going to get you ready to take my thick cock inside you."

As Vadisk spoke, Dahlia pushed her mouth up and down Montana's long dick, taking him faster, sucking him harder.

Between Vadisk's dirty promises and her blowjob, Montana reached the point of no return within minutes, both of their names on his lips as he came inside her mouth. She swallowed his come down, just as she had Vadisk's.

She'd never felt closer to anyone than she did these two in this moment.

And they were hers.

After Montana withdrew from her mouth, Vadisk grabbed towels for them, handing one to Montana before wrapping one around Dahlia. They entered the villa in silence, all of them reveling in the moment, unwilling to break the spell.

Dahlia held her breath when they approached the room she and Montana shared, worried Vadisk might try to return to his own.

She was thrilled when he opened the door, stepping inside after them and locking it.

"I should sleep in my own room," he said, even as he walked over to the bed and dropped the towel.

"If someone was watching, we've already revealed ourselves as lovers," she insisted, hanging her own towel over the back of a chair and crawling into bed naked.

"No pajamas, huh?" Montana asked, grinning. It clearly wasn't a complaint when he stripped off his bathing suit, tossing it into a corner of the room before climbing into bed next to her.

Vadisk wasted no time joining them, releasing a long, almost peaceful sigh.

"Finally," he whispered.

Dahlia closed her eyes, letting that word sink in as she drifted off to sleep.

Finally.