Montana Falls (Red Diamonds #5)

Chapter Ten

T he moment I stepped into the hotel’s gym steam room, the thick, damp air wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, almost as good as a hug from one of my men. I shut the door behind me and the warmth hit me instantly, sinking into my bones and easing the tension I hadn’t realized I’d been holding onto. Okay, that was a lie. It was tension that I was pretending not to hold on to because I didn’t want to worry anyone. Which was difficult, seeing as I was not alone in the room and the people present were far too good at knowing I was stressed hard enough to turn gray for real, not with dye.

“Hey, Mish. Looks like we caught ourselves a wild Sapphire.” Price’s voice cut through the air as he doused a tray of hot stones with more water, dressed in nothing but a towel around his waist.

The soft hiss of the steam filled the room, rising in gentle clouds from both the stones, and the smooth tiles lining the walls and floors. It smelled faintly of eucalyptus, crisp and sharp, cutting through the heavy humidity and making the air feel clean despite the heat. My nose tickled from the smell, but it wasn’t bad. It was almost… peaceful.

“Hey, papi . I thought you were gonna go in the hot tub? Not sit in the dark with just Misha.”

The room itself was dimly lit, the steam creating an almost mystical haze around everything. I could see Misha lounging on the wooden bench along the far wall, his head tipped back against the wall, eyes closed. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and droplets of moisture collected on his skin, gleaming in the low light. He looked…relaxed, for once. Completely at ease.

He also only wore a towel, but it was a little messy and loose around his waist.

Almost like it had been recently undone.

I felt the heat seep deeper into my muscles as I crossed the room; the floor cool underfoot despite the heat.

“We were going to, but then we saw this room was all empty, so…” Price snickered a laugh as I sat down on the bench opposite Misha.

The wood felt softer than expected against my skin, and I let out a small sigh.

Misha cracked one eye open, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “It’s not so empty anymore, though, is it?” His voice was low, teasing.

I smirked, settling back, my skin already glistening from the moisture in the air.

“I am here to entertain and find a way to make myself relax. If you want to do something fun, then you tell me.” I almost yawned.

We were only taking a break after our delicious Kody made breakfast, to wait for Misha’s computers to find anything else we could use, and for Beau to call me back once he’d visited the airstrip. Ideally, he would let me know he had Cassie’s decapitated head in a box, waiting for me to collect. But I doubted I would be that lucky.

Either way, it meant I had free time. A long and hopefully fun stretch of time.

Price chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a strange flutter through my chest as he took a seat next to me, and pulled me onto his lap, my back against his chest.

“I have a few suggestions that could be relaxing. Or stressful if the door opens up again.” He said.

Despite the mild danger of being interrupted, I shrugged, enjoying the way the heat was making my limbs feel heavy, my mind drifting off to orgasms and fun that was long overdue.

“I am up for fun suggestions. But only if I’m not… stealing the moment.” I said.

Misha shifted, opening both eyes now, his gaze locking onto mine.

He was so fucking pretty it was unfair.

“You could never steal a moment, sweetheart.” He said.

“You only make them better.” Price added as he gave me a squeeze.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips.

“I thought to give you time to yourselves sometimes. To just be you without me there. Not that I mind being there – you know I like it – but I just figure that sometimes you need to be alone. So if I interrupted that alone time on accident, then I am sorry and I can go… go somewhere else.”

Misha waved a hand, cutting me off. “We appreciate it, but it’s honestly okay. We almost never had you back the last time you were gone, so I don’t care if you’re with us every minute of every day.”

“Exactly. And with how many people you have to spend time with, it’s really not hard for us to be alone if we wanted to.” Price tugged my towel open, letting it drop as he pulled my legs wide. “There are also more things we can do together.”

“Oh, yeah?” I leaned back, letting my head rest against the warmth of his chest. “Tell me all these fun things we could do together.”

Misha scoffed, but there was a glint in his eye that told me he was enjoying this just as much as I was. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”

“I want to eat candy all day and nap.” I crossed my arms with a mock-serious look on my face. “After you both fuck me until I can’t walk straight for a week. Does that sound good?”

Their laughter filled the small room, the sound bouncing off the walls and mixing with the hiss of steam. It was dark enough that we wouldn’t be entirely obvious, but light enough I could see everything as Misha moved from his bench and dropped to his knees before me.

He trailed kisses up the inside of my thigh as Price bit and kissed my throat.

“You have to be quiet.” Misha breathed. “If you’re too loud, someone will interrupt us and you don’t want that, do you?”

It was hard to be quiet. I tried. Really. But, as I had told the others far too often to be a brat, Misha had a talented fucking tongue. He was so enthusiastic as he devoured me and the tiny moans he let out that vibrated against my skin were enough to make me shake. It honestly wasn’t a shock that he had me screaming barely a few minutes later as Price kissed me hard enough to steal my air.

“I think she likes your mouth on her pussy.” Price chuckled into his kiss. “What else do you think she’d like, Misha? You can pick.”

“Whatever we want to do to her.” He got to his feet and pulled me down until I was lying on the bench, not Price, and my legs were quickly put over his shoulder. “She’s going to lie there and take both of us, and she’s going to enjoy it anyway.”

It shouldn’t have been so hot that he wasn’t talking to me. He was just telling Price what they would do, and there was no asking. The fact he was going to take what he wanted from me made me shiver, and my brain didn’t register it as something bad. It was more like… like I was his. Theirs. We belonged to each other so completely, with an extraordinary amount of trust, and I fucking loved it.

I shouldn’t have moaned harder as Misha buried his cock inside of me with a moan, and didn’t wait a single moment for me to adjust. He just fucked me like I belonged to him and didn’t once talk to me. He just ordered Price to join him.

“Let her suck your cock,” He panted as his fingers dug into my hip. “I want to listen to her choking.”

Price did as he was told, and a second later I couldn’t breathe. The pair of them worked far too well together, fucking me at the same pace and roughness until everything inside of me lit up like the fourth of July and I screamed.

Or at least, I screamed as well as I could with a giant dick in my mouth that was making tears stream down my cheeks.

I was barely finished spasming before both of them pulled out and Price grabbed me at Misha’s behest and moved to the bench until he was almost lying down. He slid me down onto his lap, my legs straddling him and my head on his chest as he held up my quivering frame. If he wasn’t hugging me, I would have slid to the ground and curled into a ball, unable to do anything but breathe and whimper.

But then Misha moved behind me, and I knew I wasn’t done.

“We’re going to try something.” He swirled his fingers in my pussy, gently pushing in and out. “I wanna see how she feels with you at the same time.”

Price cocked his head as he grabbed my hips, lifting me up just enough he could carefully push his cock inside of me and stretch me entirely too full. My own wetness and Misha’s tongue had made things more than lubricated enough that it was only good pain that made me whimper.

“You think she can handle both of us? I don’t wanna break her.” Price laughed, but it did weird things to how we were connected. Like the vibrations were making things even better.

Misha grabbed hold of my hair, tugging on it until I turned to face him. His eyes were blown wide, and he looked so damn relaxed that I didn’t care in the slightest what he asked of me. I would have let him call all the guys down to do their worst if it meant he looked so happy.

“She’ll like it.” He kissed me hard, his tongue tangling with mine. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart? Tell Price you want us both to fuck your pussy and fill you up with cum.”

“Please.” I whimpered between his kisses. “I want both of you. I need it.”

He pulled my hair harder until I looked at him and his wicked smirk.

“Open your mouth.” He whispered as his other hand moved lower, rubbing his cock between my thighs.

I knew what he wanted without the rest of his command, so opened my mouth wide, letting him spit on my tongue. He didn’t even have to ask me to swallow it because I knew the kinky fuck and what he liked.

I also knew as he pushed his way inside of me, forcing me to take both him and Price, that I wasn’t going to be doing this as a one off. He was going to thoroughly wreck me for the rest of my life, and I loved it. Craved it. I needed them more than anything and I could no longer imagine living without them, no matter how ridiculous that sounded.

“Fuck, gorgeous.” Price panted as he started moving a little faster, the pair of them taking a moment to work out their thrusts until they matched. “Why was that so hot? I’m so fucking hard right now.” He smirked at me. “Open your mouth again. I wanna try.”

I did as he asked, and he mimicked Misha. Seeing as he cursed, and the pair fucked me harder when I swallowed, I took that to mean Price liked it. I knew I did. Even if a part of me was confused as fuck about why. I didn’t care to question it, though. Not when my brain was a little too busy concentrating on the rapid, rough thrusts of two of my men, as they kept going over and over and over again until my body almost set aflame.

This time I screamed into Misha’s kisses as I came, and he did the same. He fell apart with a moan, coming a little inside me, a little on me, in the way Misha always did. Price followed suit a second later, and the three of us collapsed onto the bench, barely managing to pull our towels back into acceptable places.

Price stroked his hand down my skin, swirling his fingers in pretty patterns.

“I love you.” He whispered to us both.

“I love you more.” I panted back. “Forever, even as ghosts.”

Misha whispered similar sentiments as we lay there for a while, just holding each other. Luckily, nobody came back in for a while, but eventually, reality began to intrude, and I knew we couldn’t stay here forever as much as I wanted to. So we made our way to the changing rooms.

A second later Price and I sat side by side on the wooden bench, still giggling and damp. I tugged my towel tighter around my body, trying to savor the brief, quiet moment we’d stolen in the middle of all the bullshit…

Reality came back almost instantly, though, as I should have predicted.

Misha was opposite us, his head bowed slightly, the familiar glow of his phone screen reflecting off his face as his entire body suddenly went rigid.

I watched as his face shifted—something between shock and grim satisfaction settling into his features. He grabbed his phone tighter, his fingers swiping across the screen with that sharp, focused intensity that sent a chill down my spine. I didn’t even have to ask what had happened; I already knew. My pulse quickened, my stomach tightening as the moment stretched in agonizing silence.

“What is it, papi?” I asked, tone hard.

“John,” Misha said, his voice low, tight. “I’ve found him.”

I straightened up, suddenly wide awake and free of post sex lust. “Where?”

Misha’s jaw clenched as he scanned the alert on his screen. “The Meridian Hotel. Just around the corner of it specifically.”

The words hit me like a punch. The twins were in that hotel. They were hiding out there with the CSG members I’d managed to call down, as they grieved and panicked and were filled with pain I had slightly caused.

My heart skipped, then started hammering in my chest. John, that stupid psychopath, was right there. He was close—too close.

I could practically taste my victory or another potential loss like poison on the air.

“We have to go. Now,” I said, my voice a little sharper than I meant it to be. But there was no time for second thoughts, no time to be gentle. Every second we spent here, John could be slipping away, and worse—he could get to Hades and Ares first. They had no idea what kind of danger was lurking right outside their door.

I grabbed my clothes off the bench, shoving them on with shaking hands, the adrenaline surging through me.

Misha was already moving, his expression dark, controlled. “I’m pulling up the live feeds. We’ll catch him even if he moves again,” he said, his voice calm, but I could see the tension in his eyes.

I fumbled with my shoes; my fingers clumsy as I tied the laces of my boots. “Should we call them? Tell them to stay inside or warn about John being nearby?”

Misha shook his head, already zipping up his jeans, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. “We move now with your plan. If we spook him, he’ll disappear again.”

“Agreed.” Price added, as he hurried to make a call to the others as he yanked his clothes on, too.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe, to focus. They were right. John was slippery, always one step ahead, always disappearing before we could get to him. But we had a plan, and we had the element of surprise, almost.

He didn’t know we were tracking him. He didn’t know we were ready and waiting to catch him and end his bullshit reign.

“Okay, let’s go catch us an O’Malley.” I threw our towels into the dirty basket for them, and followed my men out the door, my heart pounding in my chest as I once more went on a mission against John.

Only this time, I was chasing him. And he wasn’t getting away again.

Not this time.