Night Is Darkest (25 page)

“You lay back. Relax. Enjoy the show.” Mason kissed her brow. The jumping muscle in his jaw attested to the inferno of desire raging in his system.

“Show?” Tyler grew suspicious as his mind gained clarity.

“On your knees, Ty.”

He didn’t hesitate a single heartbeat as he opened his mouth and prepared to take Mason’s glistening cock into his throat to drain it.

“Not like that. Hands and knees. You need to be fucked, don’t you?”

“Hell, yes.” He spun to mimic Lacey’s earlier pose. On his knees, shoulders and the side of his face pressed to the heated stone. His softening cock dangled between his thighs. The head dipped into the tepid spring which felt like the welcoming heat of a mouth. He reached behind him to grab his ass, spreading it to tantalize his stubborn lover.

Mason snarled as he wrapped one bulging arm around Lacey’s waist before lifting her hips from the pool. The fingers of his free hand delved inside her swollen pussy. She groaned, trying to escape, but he pinned her in place while he scooped the remnants of her arousal and Ty’s come from her sated body. She surrendered the lubrication with a sigh of relief when Mason re-submerged her tender flesh in the healing waters.

Ty attempted to watch, fascinated, when Mason spread the slippery proof of their lust across his puckered hole. Instead, he had to settle for witnessing Lacey’s spellbound expression. Appreciation for their intimacy radiated from her satisfied eyes, ratcheting his need to epic proportions.

“Please Mason, take me.”

The other man’s slick finger rimmed his asshole then nudged inside the clenching ring. Ty took a deep breath then focused on relaxing. Mason’s broad digit sank into his welcoming body, spreading the natural gel over every surface he could reach.

Tyler moaned as the wriggling invasion stimulated forbidden territory. Lacey scooted closer for a better view. She knelt beside Mason, repeated his collection process then added another dollop of lube to his hole.

“You want to try it, doll?” Mason’s gruff tone exposed his lust at the idea.

When she probed Ty’s hole, thick and thin fingers penetrated him in tandem, working the cream into his rectum. He moaned and thrust back to encourage them to delve deeper. His cock responded, lengthening once more, extending further into the heated liquid below him.

“I want to see you fuck him.”

Mason’s cock bumped against his ass. They both jerked at the contact.

“Hands off, doll, or I won’t last another minute.”

Resounding smacks and moist slurps indicated the pair exchanged a wet kiss while Mason aligned his cock. The bulging head rode the seam of Ty’s ass until it aimed for his orifice.

“I can’t go easy, Ty,” Mason growled. “Brace yourself.”

“I’m ready. Do it.”

Agony and ecstasy raced up his spine when Mason buried himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. Tyler couldn’t say who moaned loudest, but he thought it might have been Lacey. She lay beside him, capturing his mouth for a soul-stealing kiss while Mason gave him time to adjust to his intrusion. Her dainty hand snaked out to fondle his cock and balls. The triple stimulation had him pushing back against Mason’s quivering abdomen within seconds.

“That’s so fucking good, Ty.” He withdrew his steel-hard cock until just the head remained.

Tyler clenched, afraid he’d pull out. Instead, Mason slammed back inside as far as he could go. The impact thrust Ty’s cock through Lacey’s fingers, which cupped him. He forced his eyes open to meet her languid gaze. She flexed her hand around his burgeoning erection.

“Impressive, Ty.” She bit her lower lip while working her hand in counterpoint to Mason’s thrusts which began to come faster, longer. “Take his fat cock. You should see his face. You’re driving him wild with that tight hole.”

When the hell had she gotten so wicked?

“Shit, yeah!” Mason confirmed her taunting even as his balls began to swing against Ty’s in time to his escalating thrusts.

Lacey’s thumb swiped over the head of his cock beneath the water just as Mason hit the sweet spot in his ass. Every muscle in his body tensed. That went double for his asshole, which strangled Mason’s pounding hard-on. The skilled bastard nailed his prostate with each rapid slap of his hips until his body strung tight with pleasure.

“Ty!” Mason’s fingers clamped on his waist, digging in as he held him where he wanted and drilled his ass. “Fuck! I’m going to come.”

Lacey moaned then stroked him faster.

Stars exploded in his vision when Mason’s cock bulged a moment before scalding come decorated his ass. Tyler absorbed each ounce of pleasure and made it his own. Knowing he had fulfilled both his lovers brought him unfathomable joy. It tipped him into one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

Lacey milked his cock as seed bubbled from his balls. The lustrous strands swirled in the water beneath him before floating gently away, disappearing into the depths of the spring. Exhausted, he went limp in both of his lovers’ clutches. Mason settled them on their sides, still joined, while Lacey snuggled up to his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her, tucking her close as he continued to shudder. Entwined, they soaked in the refreshing pool and their love for each other without another word.

Chapter Seventeen

When Lacey awoke the next morning, she dreaded opening her eyes.
Please, God, don’t let that have been a dream.
Cruel doubts pricked her heart. She’d hit her head, taken multiple painkillers. The entire utopia could have been nothing more than a vivid hallucination. The cloudlike mattress she lay on didn’t feel familiar but that didn’t necessarily mean anything.

“Come on, sleepyhead.” Tyler stroked her hair. “Quit faking. I know you’re up.”

She gulped, then squinted in the dazzling light pouring through the now open curtains in the cabin. Her entire body sagged in relief.

“What’s that for, little one?” He bent over to examine her from his position near the side of the bed. “Are you feeling alright?”

She nodded but the frown lines marring his striking features didn’t fade.

“What’s up?” Mason strode from the other room with a towel wrapped around his waist as though he had some kind of sick radar that monitored her stress level.

“Nothing. Relax, boys.” Lacey brushed off their concern as she exited the huge bed. When she bent to unzip her duffle in the hunt for some decent clothes, Mason groaned.

“Give a guy a break here, doll.” He sauntered close then tugged her upright until he could envelop her in a bear hug from behind. He kissed her cheek then murmured in her ear. “I want to put some distance between me and this place before I use the sat phone we borrowed to check in with the department. But I’m not going anywhere until you spill. What’s wrong?”

Their stubbornness precluded any lie. At least she didn’t have to look them in the eye when she admitted her insecurity. “I was scared last night was another amazing fantasy or some kind of delusion.”

“Son of a bitch. Lacey, I know we fucked up. Me especially.” He spun her around to face him. Tyler crossed to bracket her between them. “But you never have to worry again. We’re not going anywhere without you. We love you.”

She refused to cry. She’d had enough of that to last a lifetime. Instead, she nodded then laid her head on his chest while Ty settled his cheek on Mason’s shoulder to kiss her nose. He broke the tension as though nothing momentous had just passed between them.

“Looks like it’s you and me for a while. I’m going to cook us some breakfast, then we can sample some of the facilities. Want to try horseback riding? Maybe go for a hike?”

“That sounds like a plan. Except, if you truly love me, you’ll let me cook instead of subjecting me to burnt toast or more Spaghetti-O’s. They just don’t sit well for breakfast.”

Mason barked out a laugh. “Good point. I could go for an omelet right about now but you should put some clothes on first. It’s still a little chilly in here.”

He smacked her ass then swung her bag onto the bed for her. When she unzipped it, Rob’s gun glinted in a shaft of golden sunlight. Mason’s breath hissed out.

“You can’t be carrying that around, Lace. It’s not a toy. You don’t have a permit.” His cop face returned in an instant. “Hell, you’ve probably never held a freaking gun before this one, have you?”

She blushed. “No. I-I’m not sure why I grabbed it. It just felt right to have something of his nearby.”

Tyler stepped between them, shielding her from the brunt of Mason’s displeasure. “I agree with one thing. If you’re going to have it on you, you better know how to use it. After we eat, and Officer Hardass leaves, I’ll take you to the target gallery for a quick lesson. We can get you the proper paperwork when we get back to town, okay?”

“Thank you.” Something in her chest felt lighter, though she couldn’t say why it meant so much to keep the relic. Rob had seen the weapon as a tool of his trade, nothing more. Yet, for some reason, she felt compelled to keep it close.

“Fine,” Mason grumbled. “Am I doomed to a lifetime of getting overruled by you two?”

“Nah, we compromised.” Tyler winked at her.

“Whatever.” He grabbed his jeans and a navy crew neck sweater then tugged them on. “Let’s get going. I want to hear the latest.”

***

Tyler savored the delicate weight of Lacey’s hand in his as they strolled through the dappled patches of sun on the forest floor. They shared a companionable silence while they made their way to the range he’d spotted on the map of the grounds. He carried both his and Rob’s guns in the waistband of his jeans.

Birds whistled in the branches overhead while animals disturbed by their presence rustled the brush. The air smelled like damp leaves and pine. The crisp morning had forced them to shrug into hoodies but didn’t require the bulk of heavy jackets yet. He could stay in this paradise forever. The prior evening would remain burned in his memory until he died and maybe beyond. To the depths of his soul, he understood his relationship with Lacey and Mason was fated.

They rounded a bend in the rough dirt trail. Up ahead, a weathered wood stand sat at the top of a long, narrow clearing. A row of multicolored targets and an assortment of animal forms stretched into a line at the other end. A shed, covered in flecking maroon paint as well as a healthy dose of vines, perched at the entrance to the practice area.

Ty fished out their room key to disengage the padlock. He jimmied the door until it creaked open. The dim interior overflowed with stacks of compound bows and hunting rifles. Shelves lined each wall of the storage space complete with neat stacks of ammunition in a variety of calibers. He selected a box of .40 Smith & Wesson cartridges.

“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea, Ty.” Lacey worried that poor spot on her lip again. “We could just keep walking or head for the stables.”

“Don’t be nervous, little one. There’s nothing sinister about a gun. You just have to respect it and get comfortable with it.”

She inhaled then nodded. “Okay, show me what I need to know.”

They squeezed into the first wooden cubby together. Tyler pulled the guns from his pants and set them on the counter in front of him. “Most important. This lever is called a safety. When it’s flipped on, the gun won’t fire. You should always check its position first. With a semiautomatic you didn’t load yourself, like this one, there’s no easy way to tell if it’s loaded. Assume that it is.”

He knew hers wasn’t since Rob would never leave it lying around that way, not to mention the fact that he’d personally verified it after she’d pulled it on him the other night. So he handed her his identical weapon then gestured for her to proceed.

“Go ahead. Check the safety then pick it up. Always point the barrel away from yourself.”

She curled hesitant fingers around the grip then did as he instructed. “It’s always heavier than I expect.”

“Yeah, we’ll get to that in a minute.” He mirrored her actions with Rob’s gun. “Now, press this little switch here to release the magazine.”

The metal container hit the surface of the shelf and spilled bullets. “Damn!”

She grabbed for them and, in her instinctive reaction, tilted the barrel.

“Stop.” The stern tone shocked her since he used it so rarely.

She froze. When she realized her mistake, she grimaced. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Yes. It’s the same way Rob and Mason taught me. Your focus has to be on the gun at all times. Everything else is background.”

“I understand.” She collected the scattered ammo while keeping the barrel aimed straight down the range. He swapped their pistols, feeling odd about having his out of reach.

“Perfect. There’s one more critical step. The top of the gun slides back to chamber the first round in the magazine. Once you start firing, the action of the gun will take care of this for each remaining bullet.”

“How many will it hold?”

“If you use .40 caliber in this gun, you get twelve shots.”

She nodded, still keeping the barrel aimed away from them. She learned faster than he had.

“To be sure the gun isn’t loaded you can make to chamber a bullet while the magazine is detached. This will eject the loaded bullet, if there is one.”