For the Bond (Romantic Suspense) (Beyond Blood, #3) (5 page)

Marina blinked, flicking her gaze from my gun, to my face. The girl who was so clever, so sassy. Seeing her turned silent by my presence was... exciting. God, she could get me going by just existing near me.

Glancing sideways, I was going to call to Kite. Tell him the game was done, she couldn't fight back anymore without ammo. Instead, I paused—pulled back to this sexy woman and her shifting expression. Marina breathed in deep through her nose. Was she waiting for me to kiss her? Her smile was sudden. Too satisfied, out of place. Before I could react, she pursed her lips.

A kiss wasn't what was waiting for me.

Wet, thick streams of red exploded from her mouth. They hit me on the cheeks and forehead, some staining the front of my jacket. When she was done, it dribbled down her grin and left her teeth gleaming like blood. It was a terrible sight.

Into her open palm, she spit the remains of some gel capsules. “Two shots,” she said, wiping her lips with the back of her arm. She'd never looked more proud. “That was all I had to hit you with, right?”

Slowly, I rubbed at the paint on my face. It reminded me of this morning, the bloody nose Kite had given me. Today, everyone was getting me with cheap shots. My smirk was tense. “That was very sneaky.”

“I learn from the best.”

From my right side, a loud, raucous laughter started. Both of us turned, watching Kite as he hugged himself and bent double. “Holy shit! She got you!”

Stepping back, I cleaned my face with my sleeve. “We lost, Kite.”

“So what?” He had tears in his eyes, a grin so huge it was contagious. “This is amazing. You need to see yourself, Jacob. Fuck, she got you good.”

In my mind's eye, I did see myself. I could watch them both and tell how silly I appeared. Me, the man who was so serious and calm, standing there with vibrant paint all over my face. Once Marina started laughing, joining Kite, I felt my humor bubbling up.

The three of us, we shook and held our stomachs. Relief, it was glorious—the situation changing from tense to cheerful. I'd never predicted this. I was good at guessing outcomes, and I had failed.

It was a nice failure.

Watching Marina, her eyes crinkling at the edges from her laughter, my mood transformed. I thought of this morning, of last night. Beyond it all, the whole week. This beautiful woman had morphed me. The concern I'd felt over that had melted into what Kite would have said was 'hope' or 'faith' or something similar.

God. I wanted to believe what he believed. Marina, alive and well when this was all complete. The future where we three could laugh like this and smile was one I craved. Coming up with a plan to test her trust was something I had to do.

But not now.

Not in this moment.

She was still giggling when I snatched her face up. The sweet sound vanished under my lips. The paint had a vague flavor, like artificial plastic. It didn't bother me. The hunt was over, Marina had won, but it wasn't as if I had
lost
.

My gun fell onto the leaves, forgotten. Crushing her on the tree she'd used to hide, I held her in place and nibbled her bottom lip. How was every time we kissed more stunning than the last? “You're the winner,” I said, the tip of my tongue tracing her ear. “You get the winner's spoils. What do you want, Marina? Ask for it.”

Other than a shaky gasp, she said nothing. Pulling back, I slid her hair from the ponytail and smiled. Her response was to blush and shake her head. “Not now. I'll keep my favor for another time.”

I was curious. I'd expected her to ask for
something
, no matter what it was or if we could actually reward it. Turning an eye towards Kite, I spotted his thoughtful frown. He was thinking what I was. Marina was too smart to treat this game like it could save her life. She'd beaten us, but that didn't force me to alter her fate. So what would she ask for?

“Fine,” I said, slipping her goggles off and dropping them. Mine followed next. “Then the runner-ups get their wishes. Someone has to celebrate, after all.”

“Yeah?” Her teeth were still pinky-red when she smiled. It matched her flushing skin. “You guys are tied, can you agree on what you both want?”

The leaves crunched under Kite's feet. “Yeah, I think we're wishing for the same thing.” He was dismantling his gear, stripping down to his under-shirt and jeans even with the chilly weather. Clearly, he knew it was about to get very warm for all of us.

Chuckling, I wiped at the paint on her cheeks. “Yes. We're on the same page.” Backing up, I enjoyed how she started to reach for me. Kite filled the space, kissing Marina while I stretched out our jackets on the hard ground. Twigs wouldn't ruin this for us.

Marina wove her hands into Kite's scalp. From here, I could hardly see her under his avalanche. “Turn her,” I said, motioning. He took the cue, adjusting so that Marina's back no longer faced the tree, but was aimed at me.

Pressing my hard chest into her shoulders, I reached around and unzipped her jacket. It was freed, I tossed it gently on the pile. The material of her thin shirt wrinkled under my touch, my grip light as I followed her ribs. She filled my palms with her deep inhale.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, managing to break away from Kite's hungry mouth. Peeking up, I saw how he coerced her back. Her lips would be swollen by the end.

“Telling you would spoil it.” Crouching, I lifted her shirt, kissed the indents above her ass. The skin there was polished in its texture. She twitched, rocking away, but her body was stopped by Kite. Marina was trapped between us.

Inching her jeans down until they pooled on the dirt, I caressed the swell of her muscles. Black panties that hid away her intimate secrets fell away in my grip. She was exposed to the air, goosebumps rising up along her thighs.

Marina was already glistening with arousal. God, the
smell
of her drove me wild. I'd planned to go slower, but her temptation had my cock rock-hard in my pants. Spreading her from behind, I buried my nose and my tongue on her beautiful pussy.

Her squeak was a siren's call. I think she would have been louder, but Kite was drowning her in a long kiss. She'd soaked me with red paint minutes ago. I ached for her to lose control and drench me in her come.

We were all winners today.

Around me, the bridge of her thighs was vibrating. My thumbs peeled her cunt open, exploring her until I was licking between her ass cheeks.
That
made her wiggle, the mini-fight turning my excitement up a notch.

Whenever I thought I'd pushed this girl too far, she kept proving me wrong. Marina was stuck within the reach of my mouth. Even if she bent and twitched while I lapped at her tight ass, the strings of liquid rolling down her inner thighs told the real story. She loved everything I was doing. So did I.

“I think my god damn zipper is about to snap,” Kite growled, breaking their kiss. Feeling my own painful erection, I was sympathetic.

Standing tall, I tipped Marina's head back and nuzzled her temple. “Are you ready?” I asked, fingers whispering down to trace her pussy. I got them soaked, lubed so they could tease lightly over her anus.

Tight as a drum, Marina tried to weave away. “Wait, I've never done that,” she panted.

Across from me, Kite's eyes twinkled. “Guess that makes me lucky,” he said, yanking his jeans down to his ankles in a blur. “I'm the one who gets to be the first.”

I could have argued. I'd prepared her for this new act, after all. And I'd been the one to get a face-full of paint. Really though? I was content to feel Marina, hearing her moan as I tested her limits. There was no reason to argue over who got to take her first... but I wasn't done with her. Not yet.

Around her front, I traced the engorged nub of her clit. Her gasp was fantastic, especially so close to my ear. “Isn't that nice?” I asked. I knew the answer, I could tell from how fast her lungs worked. “Don't you want more?”

Twisting, she laid her heated stare on me, eyes half-shut. “Of course I fucking do.”

The flash of heat that rolled through my belly was immense. I wanted to free my raging hard-on. Instead, I forced myself to remain calm. Still petting her pretty cunt, I began teasing her puckered anus. The noises she made had me dizzy. Marina swept me up the same way I did to her.

Kite was done waiting. He pulled her from me, replacing my fingers with his own. “You're too fucking much,” he hissed through his teeth. “Just watching your face is killing me, Marina.”

I understood the sentiment. Shaking myself, I realized her claws were still in my blood. This was out of my control. God, this woman was the only thing I'd ever known that could do this to me. She wrecked my plots and stomped on my composition.

Shoving aside the train of thought, I unbuttoned my pants. Kite had Marina in his arms, stealing her attention. Somehow, as my zipper-teeth sliced the air, she heard it. Instantly her onyx eyes jumped to me, fixing on how I adjusted my bulge.

Smirking at her hungry stare, I outlined my cock. She couldn't blush any brighter. “Yes,” I breathed out. “You're ready. Bring her here.” Lying on the jackets, I slid the condom out from my pocket. It sheathed me, and my only flicker of jealousy was when I realized Kite wasn't putting one on.

He wasn't thinking about evidence. He was reveling in the ability to shove himself inside of her tight ass without hesitance. I think, in his shoes, I'd have behaved the same.

Kite had started to move her, but she was eager on her own. Kicking her shoes and pants aside in a hurry, she swayed over to me. It was magnificent, I had an angle that let me see her curved thighs and appetizing cunt.

Crooking a finger at her, my smile bloomed. I pumped the base of my cock, a motion erotic enough that she visibly trembled. “What are you waiting for?” I asked, riveted by her plump, parted lips.

Hesitating, the dark-haired beauty—that bold woman—she looked me over and smiled. “I was enjoying the view. Committing this to memory.”

I faltered, heat and lust falling aside at her compliment. That was what she wanted, her eyes drawing me deep as they glimmered. Dammit, she was proud of that line. The number of cheap and clever shots was tallying up.

There were two thoughts in me. One warred with the other, tooth and nail.
Marina's mind is fantastic... she surprises me constantly.
And the other...
She's capable of surprising me.

That's extremely dangerous.

It wasn't a calming realization. It flew away as she bent over me, knees coming on each side of my hips. Marina straddled me in that forest, her pussy hovering right over my swollen cock. She wanted to dip down and fill herself. Instead, I gripped her hips, freezing her in place.

Her confusion was clear, but Kite kneeling behind her turned that furrowed brow into something else. “Both of you?” she asked, twisting to balk at him. “At—at the same time?”

In the low lights, Kite's grin was sharp. “It's our second-place prize. This belongs to us.”

The fierce side of her came through, even if her legs were shaking. “I'm not a prize.”

“Yes,” I said, cupping her neck and pulling her down. Our noses touched, and I knew she would see the specters in my gaze. “You are a prize,
our
prize.” Sliding the underside of my dick over her pussy, I felt her hot breath tickle me. “Right now—in this moment—we own you, Marina Fidel. Every part of you is ours... and if you don't believe me?” Controlling her decent, I guided only the tip of my length inside of her. That mewl went to my core. “Deny it. Push away, try to leave.”

Letting her go, I gave Marina an option. I was inside of her, glorifying in her wet heat. If she wanted to escape and avoid our desires, she could. Nothing held her down but the gravity of her lust.

Staring at me in disbelief, her eyes slowly narrowed. Her chest rose rapidly, stealing her composure. “You're impossible,” she said, clenching her teeth.

I grinned, but my stoic expression was turning to dust. Even just this much, being inside of her hugging walls was addicting.

Heaving out a whistle of air in frustration, Marina pushed herself down my length and gasped. The war was done. She'd conceded to being our prize.

Holding her steady, I caressed her back and tilted her towards me. Over her head, I caught Kite's eye. My nod was tiny.

Bending low, he spread her ass with one hand. The other rubbed his shaft over her tight hole, gently pressing beyond her ring of muscle. I could feel the pressure of her being stretched, the two of us struggling to share the warmth of her body.

“Fuck!” she shouted, tensing in my arms.

Wrapping my fist in her hair, I murmured straight into her ear canal. “Calm down, just try to relax.”

She laughed, a manic noise. “Calm down? You're both about to tear me in two—god! Fucking hell, that's...” Quivering, her slick cunt clamped down on me. Groaning, I let my eyes flutter, the agony of holding still giving me a migraine.

I wanted to pound into her violently. I loved her screams, loved how she shivered and panted. But she needed to adjust to what we were doing. I knew she could, Marina was stronger than anyone I knew.

Grunting, Kite stopped rocking into her. It was clear he was as deep as he could go. “You're so tight,” he said. “Fuck... just fuck. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she moaned, sitting up slowly. Rich skin, high-speed curves, I was gazing up at a painting. Something meant to decorate the ceiling of an old chapel. Marina stole more of me every time I was with her.

I was done holding out. I wanted to crash and burn.

Digging my fingers into her waist, I lifted her up, relished in her weak whimper. “No more playing around. I can't handle the torture of being in your sweet pussy, I need to feel you move. I need it before I lose my mind,” I growled, not caring how I sounded.

Stroke after stroke, I stuffed myself with her cries. My ribcage flared, proving it could contain my rampaging blood. The wet sound of each impact drove me harder, faster. Licking my thumb, I lowered one hand and pet the swollen clit that was calling to me.

Any discomfort Marina felt from having us both slamming into her was replaced. I could feel the shift, the waves of heat that roared through her body and along my cock. She tossed her head, arched to the sky and just let herself shout.