Their Mountain Captive by Kayla Wren

13

Dante

Iam tired of Alec’s nervous schoolboy act. He is cautious, yes. So painfully considerate. But he’s not this shy and uncertain person—I’ve seen the hard glint he gets sometimes in his eyes.

Alec is a man who knows how to take control.

I want to see it.

Roxy’s hand is small under mine, her fingers slender and delicate as they scratch at his shirt. When I hold her gaze, she’s eager. Hungry. She’s a firecracker, our Roxy, and she wants this as much as I do.

As one, we turn to the man stretched between us.

“Angelo…” Alec’s eyes dart to the window. To the thick curtains standing between us and the faded town outside.

“Either he’s here or he’s not.” I slide our joined hands an inch lower, Alec’s ridged stomach shuddering as we go. The t-shirts he bought are so thin, the fabric shiny and cheap. I will be glad to tear it off him.

But first…

“Alec,” Roxy murmurs. “Do you want this?”

His green eyes track to me. Drawn on an invisible line, like he just can’t help it.

Two years, on the mountain together. Years before that, tangled together as mobster and agent. So many cold nights and words choked back. Even now, he’s lingering on the precipice. Fucking coward.

“Say it,” I snarl. “Yes or no.”

His mouth firms in a line. I’ve pissed him off, pushed too far, but when I start to draw my hand away, his own slams down on top of it. Alec holds Roxy and I pinned in place, our fingers spread over the hard planes of his stomach.

“You’re an ass, Dante.”

I roll my eyes. “We are aware. Yes or no.”

Roxy blinks up at him, her chocolate eyes so wide. And it’s her Alec turns to, nudging his nose along her hairline.

“Yes,” he murmurs, the word pressed into her skin.

I’m moving before my next breath. Crawling along his body, settling on my knees either side of his hips. With a tug on Roxy’s hand, she scrambles up in front of me, kneeling over Alec’s stomach and facing down at him.

She’s perfect. Our beautiful buffer.

And so much more than that, too.

I brush her dark hair over one shoulder. Sink my teeth into the muscle, then ease off, licking where I just bit.

“Holy shit.” She’s squirming, so fucking responsive. Alec’s tanned hands grip her thighs, holding her in place, and she tips her head back against my shoulder.

“Kiss him.” I draw my lips up her throat. “See if you can bring the caveman out of him.”

“Alec has an inner caveman?” Her arm snakes around my neck. Sharp nails scratch at my scalp, and Jesus Christ, I could purr.

“Oh, yes. He keeps it buried deep, but I believe it’s worth the digging.”

“Dante.” Alec’s voice is deep. Rough. Roxy’s shiver washes all the way back to me.

She leans forward slowly. Places her hands on his shoulders, her fingers flexing at the substance of him. The way he’s so solid, so sculpted, carved from the pale stone of the mountain. Her long hair swings forward, brushing along his t-shirt, and though I can’t see from this angle, I know the exact moment that their lips touch.

She inhales sharply. He stills, body rigid, and the room is silent except for pounding hearts and shaking breaths. Then his arms loop up, crushing her down against his chest, and their kiss is urgent. Dark and desperate. I glimpse flashes of tongue; the nip of teeth. And all the while I smooth a palm up and down Roxy’s back.

Up and down.

I could get used to this. Playing the conductor. Sitting back and clipping out instructions. But it’s cold sat up here by my lonesome, and as I watch them groan and grip each other, it’s not only arousal thrumming through my blood.

It’s jealousy, too.

“Up.” I grab a fistful of Roxy’s hair. Tug her, firm but gentle, until she peels away and sits back, chest heaving, her body sealed to mine.

“Getting lonely?” Alec asks, and his gaze is knowing. Viciously pleased.

Oh, I will enjoy this.

“More bored than lonely.” Can they hear the lie? It doesn’t matter—I move quickly, smoothing a palm around Roxy’s waist.

Alec bought us all matching sweatpants. I could have shot him then and there when I saw the ugly, shapeless black material; the tragic sight of us matching in the world’s worst clothes. But now I find myself glad for the lack of buttons, as my fingers nudge beneath her waistband.

Smooth skin—uninterrupted.

I still. “Roxy.” I press my smirk against her hair. She’s gripping my wrist, urging my further while holding me tight. “Did Alec not buy you underwear?”

A pink flush creeps down her neck. “No, he did.”

“And a bra?” I trail my other hand up beneath her t-shirt. Follow the silky curves and dips of her body, until my fingertips graze cotton. Some kind of sports bra. “Pity.”

Alec sits up, crowding her further back against me. And now we’re all upright, all pressed together, and he’s close to me too. So fucking near, I can smell the motel soap on his skin.

My hand moves beneath her sweatpants.

“She’s beautiful, no?” I hold his gaze as my fingers dip between her legs. Find her slick and warm, her breath catching as I tease the line of her pussy. “The perfect captive.”

Alec watches me closely for a moment. Like he’s deciding something.

Then: “Perfect,” he agrees, and slides his hand down her sweatpants to join me.

“Oh my god.” Roxy’s forehead tips onto his shoulder. We move together between her legs, our fingers brushing, our eyes fixed on each other. But when Roxy whimpers, we’re both torn away. Drawn back to the trembling woman pressed between us.

“Please tell me you have condoms,” she gasps.

Alec’s mouth twitches. “They didn’t seem vital.” He shifts his arm, sliding a thick finger inside her. My lip curling, I follow suit. I won’t be left behind.

“Bullshit,” Roxy moans as we stroke in and out of her. “That’s such bullshit.” Her hips rock aimlessly. Searching for something—anything. I grind the heel of my palm on her clit.

Alec withdraws his hand, and she just has time to whimper before he tugs the shirt over her head. “Up.” The bra goes next over her lifted arms, then he’s weighing her pale breasts in his tanned hands.

There’s something about that sight. Her creamy flesh and rosebud nipples in his larger hands, all scratched and scarred. I slide another finger inside, my gaze fixed on his hands on her chest.

“Suck one,” I grind out. “Bite her.” I can’t do it from back here. But Alec is done taking my orders. He levels me a look, then ducks his head and licks her. So gently; a flick of the tongue.

“Shit.” She buries her face in my throat. As she pants, her warm breath mists my skin. And when Alec pinches her nipples suddenly, rolling them into hard beads, I feel the sudden whoosh of her gasp.

“You’ll have to forgive Dante, Roxy.” He speaks to her so casually, like we’re drinking coffees in a courtyard, and the blood thrums faster under my skin. I’m so hard it’s painful, so hard my teeth ache. “He doesn’t know how to treat a lady.”

“Not a lady,” Roxy garbles, and my grin is savage as I reach up and palm a breast. I’m rougher than he is, but behind my ribcage, I’m dangerously soft for this woman. Melting into goo.

“Roxy doesn’t mind.” I tug her sweatpants down to her knees suddenly, delivering a sharp smack to her ass. She moans so loud and long that I can’t help the smug smile I give Alec. He glares at me as he takes her hips. Tugs her flush against him.

Hello, caveman.

I fight to keep my face blank as he thrusts up against her, rubbing the hard line of his cock on her mound, only the sweatpants between them. Inside, though, I’m sparking with triumph.

Yes.If I can’t have him like this, she will.

“Off.” His voice is low. “Get off.”

We scramble off his legs. Alec stands, eyes dark as he peels his t-shirt off, then shoves his sweatpants down. We both follow suit, stripping naked in taut silence, too afraid to shatter this new dominant mood that’s come over him.

“Dante.” I jerk at my name. I’d assumed I’d be watching this. Pressed against the wall, fisting my own cock. So when Alec nods at the bed, no room for argument in his eyes, I climb on and stretch out with my throat tight.

He comes to stand at the foot of the bed. Looks at me openly, greedily, and my cock bobs in the cool motel air. For a crazy moment, I think he’s going to climb on top of me. Give me his full weight; let me feel the warmth of his bare skin against mine.

But then he turns to Roxy. “Sit on his face.” A smirk tugs his mouth. “It’s the only way we’ll shut him up.”

I’ve been shut up, I’m quiet, but I don’t say anything. I don’t trust myself to speak. And though a tight kernel of disappointment is lodged in my chest, the second I look at Roxy, hunger roars through me again. My mouth waters.

I pat my chest. “Climb on, bella. Alec wants me quiet. He’s clearly threatened.”

She scrambles onto the bed, all soft curves and wild hair. But she pauses, kneeling beside my head, and murmurs: “Are you sure?”

I grin, shark like. “Very sure. Give me a taste.”

She swings a leg over. The room goes dim.

She’s everything I hoped for. Slick and salty, so shameless in the way she rocks and moans. Roxy rubs herself against me without fear, without apology, and I snarl against her flesh. Smack her ass and urge her hips to rock harder. She pauses for a second, shifts her weight, then distantly I hear a ragged groan. The unmistakable sounds of someone sucking a cock.

Good. Yes. I want them both to get off. I plunge my tongue inside her entrance, rubbing my nose on her clit, and my growl is muffled when a hand wraps around my cock.

It’s small. Slender.

Fucking Roxy. So perfect.

But then another hand joins, bigger and rougher, with calluses on the palm. This one squeezes me harder, tugs me faster, and I choke out Alec’s name as I come with my face pressed into her pussy.

As soon as my ears stop ringing, I bear down on her. I lick and stroke and suck until she’s shaking, her thighs twitching on either side of my head.

Alec comes with a sharp gasp. So. Now I know what that sounds like. Roxy flops off me to one side, and cool air rushes over my cheeks.

Alec snorts when he sees me. Flushed and sticky. He strides to the bathroom then comes back, tossing a threadbare towel onto my chest.

“I made a mess of you,” Roxy mutters, slumped against the headboard. She’s pink and sweaty herself, her hair sticking to her forehead.

“Good.” I scrub the towel over my face. Then roll over and draw it gently between her thighs. When I glance up, Roxy watches me, so tender, and I can’t breathe.

I toss Alec the towel.

“I’ll see if there’s any hot water yet.” I slide off the bed and cross the room, feeling their eyes on my back.

It was perfect. She’s perfect. He’s always been perfect.

And now we have to let her go.