Trinity Masters: Primal Passion Part 8

Gunner leaned back. "I'm still not sure I can get the transfer to Boston. It may just be the two of you for a while."

"You'll get the transfer."

"How do you know so much about the inner workings of the Trinity Masters, Price? This is the third time you've alluded to knowing something more than Deni and I."

"The Trinity Masters isn't run by one man."

Deni put down her fork. "It isn't? I thought the Grand Master held all the power."

Price shook his head. "Ultimately, all decisions are made by the Grand Master, but there is a triumvirate standing behind him. Three members who support him, offer counsel, handle day-to-day issues that may arise."

"You're one of those three?" Gunner asked.

Price nodded.

"But you didn't know about us, about the ceremony," Deni said.

"I suspect the Grand Master knew I would be resistant to this particular match. I would have fought him on it because I didn't understand the reasons behind it."

It was the first time Deni felt as if she shared a common trait with her self-a.s.sured, powerhouse lover. Neither of them could easily accept commands without also being offered reasons.

"So you know who the Grand Master is." Gunner's curiosity was almost palpable. Deni didn't share it. It had never bothered her not to know the man's ident.i.ty.

Price grinned. "Is it the CIA or the FBI who coined the line, I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you?"

Gunner snorted. "I think it actually came from some d.a.m.n spy movie."

"My mother will never believe that you and I are a couple, Price." Deni tried to steer their conversation back to important matters.

Price covered his heart with his hand, pretending to be wounded. "What? She never pictured her little girl with a billionaire playboy?"

Deni laughed. "Afraid not." She glanced at Gunner. "But she would believe I was dating you. You're the only person who's ever really stuck around, been a friend."

Gunner shook his head. "I'm always surprised when you say that. You're gorgeous and funny enough that it's not completely impossible to overlook your nerd tendencies."

Deni tore a crust off her bread and lobbed it at Gunner's head. "Jerk," she teased.

"So you and Gunner will be the couple, and eventually you should get married to solidify the union."

"What about you?" Gunner asked.

"I have more money than G.o.d. I think that ent.i.tles me to be a bit eccentric. I'll take a sudden interest in stem-cell research, become very good friends with one of the field's top scientists and her boyfriend. I'll build Denise a lab on my property with a connecting house for the two of you. My staff is well trained and trustworthy. We'll make this work."

Deni was amazed by Price's quick response. She'd never met anyone so self-a.s.sured, so confident.

"Sounds like a plan," Gunner said.

She studied his face, wondering if he was truly okay with Price's proposal. Gunner seemed to take everything in stride, accepting their new fate so easily. She wished she could roll with the punches as well as he did. Instead, she felt like she was struggling to keep up.

"Can I borrow your phone?" she asked Gunner.

Gunner handed his cell over without question. Deni dialed the number to her lab, certain Curtis would be there and wondering where the h.e.l.l she was. Sure enough, he answered on the second ring.

She took a few minutes a.s.suring Curtis she wasn't dying. Poor man couldn't think of any other reason for her absence. Once she calmed him down regarding her health, she gave him detailed instructions on what she needed him to do over the course of the next two days. With any luck, she'd convince her so-called captors to release her by then.

"Thanks, Curtis. See you in a few days." She clicked the phone off and returned it to Gunner.

"Feel better?" Gunner asked.

She nodded.

Gunner laid his phone on the table. "I'm surprised you didn't try to give him some coded message that would alert him you were being held against your will."

"How do you know I didn't? Maybe all that science-speak was nonsense and only Curtis is smart enough to figure it out. I bet he's on the phone with the police as we speak."

Gunner laughed. "Police? Yeah. I'm not worried."

"Finished eating?" Price asked, putting down his fork.

She nodded, and it occurred to her she'd eaten the entire meal in the nude while Gunner and Price were fully dressed. Where had her shyness gone? Why did this suddenly not feel so strange?

Price glanced at Gunner and then back at her. "Good. I think it's time we deal with your punishment."

She frowned. "I thought losing my clothes was the punishment."

Gunner grinned. "Nope. That was just a perk for us."

She started to stand, wondering if she could make it to her bedroom without being caught. Of course, considering the fact Gunner had managed to unlock her locked door, she wasn't sure what good running would do.

Price rose and pressed her back into her seat, his hands remaining firmly planted on her shoulders. "Don't move unless we tell you to."

Deni bit her lip, aware of the arousal Price's command had provoked. Her nipples tightened, her p.u.s.s.y grew damp.

Price dragged her chair away from the table, twisting it until she was facing the rest of the room, completely exposed.

Gunner moved to stand in front of her. "Put your feet around the legs of the chair."

She complied without asking why. Something told her the only answers she was going to get in the next hour or four would be presented physically rather than verbally.

Gunner reached into his back pocket and Deni gasped when he produced a pair of handcuffs. He handed them to Price who pulled her wrists behind her back and snapped them into place.

Within seconds, they had her open and restrained. Deni's heart raced. Excitement tinged with the tiniest bit of fear coursed through her. She couldn't wait to see what they'd do next.

Gunner knelt in front of her and softly caressed her knees as he looked up at her. "Sore?"

She shook her head. He didn't seem to buy her answer, so she added, "Not really."

He nodded. "Scared?"

She grinned, shaking her head again. "Of you? No."

She thought he'd laugh, but instead his face grew more serious. "You should be."

His words caught her unaware until she recognized something in his face she'd never noticed before. Given her previous inexperience, she wondered if it had always been there, but she hadn't known what it was.

Gunner was looking at her with a hunger that took her breath away. "Oh."

"I can't always promise you easy, Deni. I want you too much."

She blinked rapidly and then realized Price's hands were still on her shoulders, his fingers tightening. Last night this had all seemed so much simpler. They were kind, careful with her.

Now, in the bright light of day, she could see all too well what she'd signed on for. Life with two powerful, dominant, physical men. Could she handle that?

She closed her eyes. The best way to find an answer was to experiment. "Show me," she whispered.

Her request unlocked the floodgates as four large, strong hands took over. Gunner pushed her legs farther apart, digging his fingers into the globes of her a.s.s to drag her closer to the chair's edge. Then he bent his head and thrust his tongue inside her s.e.x.

Deni groaned, her head falling back. The sensation of Gunner's mouth on her p.u.s.s.y, nipping at her c.l.i.t, stroking her, would have been overwhelming enough, but he wasn't the only man in the room.

Price leaned over, kissing her upside down. It would have felt whimsical, almost fun, if Price's hands weren't upping the ante. He cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, squeezing the flesh firmly before moving in for the kill. He took her nipples between his fingers, pinching lightly at first and then adding more pressure.

Deni tried to pull her face away from his, tried to gasp in some much needed air, but Price growled, releasing one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to grip her head, to hold her in place. He bit her lower lip and then soothed the soreness with his tongue.

Gunner added his fingers to the game, roughly pushing two inside her. She jerked and would have fallen off the chair if her men weren't holding her in place.

Pure physical hunger gave way to intelligent thought. Deni gave up trying to understand, to catalog, to piece this together. Some things couldn't be reasoned out. It was pa.s.sionate, perfect.

Deni came as they continued to touch her. Then one o.r.g.a.s.m gave way to a second. Price released the handcuffs and ma.s.saged her shoulders.

Gunner stood and took off his pants. "I want your mouth on me."

She licked her lips and moved forward, starving for a taste.

Gunner gripped her upper arms. "Wait. Not here."

He led her to the loveseat. Sinking onto the cushions, he tossed a pillow on the floor and directed Deni to kneel on it between his outstretched legs. No sooner had she bent her head closer, then Price joined her on the floor.

He tugged her hips back, nudging her s.e.x with the head of his c.o.c.k. She was wet, so he slid in easily. After the initial pain of their claiming last night, she'd come to realize she was made for these men, their bodies fit.

She grasped Gunner's c.o.c.k, sucking the head into her mouth as Price pushed in to the hilt. Gunner cupped her head as he taught her what he liked. She tried to learn, but Price was doing his best to distract her.

His thrusting started slow and deep, but as the heat of the moment grew, so did his speed and strength. Deni followed suit, taking more and more of Gunner into her mouth.

Gunner tightened his fingers in her hair as Price gripped her hips, fighting for more leverage. It was all too much. Too good.

Deni stiffened a mere second before Gunner said, "f.u.c.k, baby. I'm going to come."

She refused to release him, dying to taste. Gunner erupted and she swallowed as the last remnants of her climax shuddered through her.

Price stilled. "G.o.d d.a.m.n. That's hot. Watching you suck his c.o.c.k. Listening to both of you as you come. f.u.c.k. A man could get addicted to this."

Deni continued to suckle on Gunner's c.o.c.k though it grew soft. Gunner pulled her away, running his fingers along her cheek. "You're beautiful."

She smiled. She'd lived a lifetime without hearing those words. Deni didn't comprehend how much she'd longed for them until that moment.

Price leaned forward and placed a kiss on her back. It was then she realized he still hadn't come.

"Want me to stop?"

She shook her head, pressing her hips more firmly against him. "Never."

He chuckled and began to thrust once more. "Well, don't worry. This isn't going to take long."

Price was true to his word. Within a dozen strokes, he was there-jets of hot come filling her. Her eyes had closed as drowsiness came to claim her.

She wasn't sure which man carried her to the bedroom. All she knew was she was between their hard bodies once more.

The research was complete. This was where she was meant to be.

Chapter Five.

Price splashed water into his face and ran his hands along his cheeks and jaw, enjoying the feeling of being clean-shaven. He'd spent three days holed up in the hotel with Gunner and Denise, none of them anxious to return to the real world after nearly sixty hours spent in a haze of s.e.xual bliss.

Unfortunately, reality was a b.i.t.c.h and she held all the cards. He had to attend a meeting with the Bennett Securities stockholders today and he couldn't miss it.

Gunner had received a call from his supervisor at work earlier. He was needed back in D.C. the day after tomorrow.

Gunner had convinced Denise to allow him to accompany her to the lab today. He planned to set up his laptop and catch up on some work while watching over her. They'd convinced her to hand more duties over to her research a.s.sistant, Curtis, just in case she was forced to go into hiding again. Price was uneasy allowing her to return to work. Gunner's friend in the Boston FBI office, Jasper Young, had questioned Denise about the break-in at her apartment. The bomb recovered was what Agent Young referred to as a run-of-the-mill YouTube variety that didn't have much more power than a firecracker.

Denise took that news to mean she was in the clear. She told Agent Young about her run-in with the Reverend. Young knew of the man, claimed he was an amateur terrorist with more followers than sense. He'd stressed that while the man's past offenses included arson, disturbing the peace and vandalism, it didn't mean he shouldn't be considered a serious threat.

Of course, Denise had failed to hear that part. She'd focused instead on the information that he wasn't a killer, using it to justify her belief there was no reason she couldn't return to the lab.

Price walked out of the bathroom, retrieved his suitcase from the bed and carried it to the living room of the suite.

Gunner and Denise were there, waiting. His driver would drop them off at the lab before taking him on to his office. They'd agreed to move from the hotel to his house today. Price was excited about the prospect of moving Denise and Gunner into his childhood home. He'd spent too many years alone in the huge mansion he'd inherited following his parents' deaths. It was past time for the rambling place to become a home again, complete with his partners and-G.o.d willing-children.

"Ready?" he asked.

Denise nodded as she lifted her hair, securing it into a ponytail. She'd bought a pair of dress slacks and a pretty blue blouse from the small boutique located in the hotel lobby.