Page 76 of Power's Fall

“You can keep me, us, safe from here,” Dahlia said to Vadisk, her gaze flicking between them.

Montana raised his brows and jerked his head to one side. Dahlia didn’t miss a beat, rolling out of the way.

Vadisk was big, but physics were physics, so when Montana braced his feet, planted his hands on Vadisk’s back, and shoved, he lost his balance and cursed as he fell onto the bed, hands braced on the mattress.

Montana grinned—until Vadisk rolled, hooking his foot behind Montana’s thigh and yanking him onto the bed too. Montana landed on Vadisk, his breath whooshing out as Vadisk grunted.

Dahlia gripped Montana’s shoulders, tugging him toward her. “Careful, remember you’re supposed to be team-fuckingme, not each other.”

Montana looked at the window, jaw clenching. This wasn’t what he wanted, but it seemed like it might be the only way to get Vadisk to participate. Yesterday, by tacit agreement, he and Vadisk had been careful not to touch each other. Only her. While they were trying to trigger the blackmailer, none of them thought it wise to go too far. After all, homosexuality was illegal in Russia.

In the next few minutes, Vadisk’s pants were off, though his shirt stayed on to hide his tattoos, and they were all back on the bed, in almost the same positions they’d been in earlier—Dahlia in the middle, her back to Montana, Vadisk on her other side, her hands roaming over his bare flesh.

“I like this. Being with the two of you like this,” Montana murmured.

Dahlia didn’t verbally agree, but luckily, Montana was very good at picking up on context clues. So when she gave him another one of those tempting ass wiggles, then tightened her grip on Vadisk’s cock, he knew she was totally on board.

Montana placed a soft kiss on the spot he’d bitten, shifting closer until his lips were by her ear. “Shake that ass again,” he dared her.

She glanced back at him, her smirk pure sin as she rose to his challenge.

“Our wife is frisky this morning,” Montana said to Vadisk, even though his eyes were currently locked on his own dick resting against Dahlia’s perfect ass. Suddenly, another vision popped into his mind as he saw himself parting those cheeks and claiming her ass instead.

He tried to remind himself they had a lifetime to explore every single one of their sexual fantasies, but that didn’t help him find his patience the way he hoped.

Vadisk shifted on the bed, turning to face them, his cock still in Dahlia’s hand. “You want your husbands to fuck you,Sonechko?”

“What was your first clue?” Dahlia purred.

Unable to resist, Montana raised his hand, then brought it down hard on her tight and utterly spankable ass.

Dahlia jerked in surprise. “Do that again,” she demanded in the least submissive tone he’d ever heard. Suddenly, Montana was torn between attempting to tame her or responding, “Yes, Mistress.”

Both sounded like a good time.

In the end, Montana gave her what she asked for, spanking her a dozen times more, some slaps little more than taps, a few hitting harder, with added force. The way she moaned after those heavy-handed spanks told Montana exactly what kind of spanking she preferred.

Vadisk winked at him, clearly enjoying their little show.

Montana gently caressed her pink ass while Dahlia continued to stroke Vadisk’s cock.

Not wanting to be left out of the play, Vadisk entered the game.

None of them spoke as they touched, pressed close enough together that they shared the same space, the same air.

Montana couldn’t recall another time when he felt this close to someone. There was something about them that called to him. He wasn’t sure if it was thisBand of Brothersnightmare mission they were on, or the fact they were his, or simply because of who they were deep down inside, but he could swear he actually felt his heart swell as he reveled in this embrace.

The constant fear surrounding the fact that they were in Crimea and in very real danger faded away for the first time since they’d arrived in this country. In his mind, he’d locked the three of them in this bubble where they were the only people who existed in the world. For right now, he chose to believe they were safe. He was fully aware all hell could break loose at any moment, but he didn’t care, too wrapped up in this perfect moment.

The future played out in his mind, as he imagined the three of them waking up like this every morning, touching, kissing, getting lost in the magic of being together, a trinity.

Montana brushed Dahlia’s hair over her shoulder, baring her neck to his lips, running his tongue along it before nipping her earlobe playfully.

She huffed out a silent laugh that was cut short when Vadisk leaned in, kissing her deeply.

From his front-row seat, Montana watched his spouses, saw their tongues touching, tasting, heard the soft groans of pleasure and hunger. It was the only music in the otherwise silent, peaceful room.

He was falling hard and fast for these two incredible people.

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