Fire Dancer [Dr. Love Shark 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read online

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

  “No! Please, continue. It feels tight, but good⎯so good.” Her hair cascaded across Van’s body, a silky curtain of black.

  Van slipped his fingers through it, and moaned. “You are incredible.”

  Heat suffused her face and body at his words. She gasped as Logan slid deeper within her.

  “You’re doing great, Layla. Relax, and let me do the work. Just a little more and we’ll be home.”

  “Logan, keep going. I want you to go faster.”

  Van chuckled. “You’re a greedy lover. I like that about you. Let’s take our time. I promise you that the pleasure will be worth it.”

  Finally, Logan was in to the hilt, breathing heavily and tense against her back. He slipped an arm around her waist, groaning, as did Van. Waiting until she stretched, taking both of them, Logan began to move slowly, while Van grasped her hips to hold her steady, pulling her close to his chest.

  “This is amazing,” she cried, panting as both men shifted inside her. Breathing them in, Layla leaned into Logan and placed her head upon his shoulder while he shifted his hips forward and back slower than she wanted.

  “Move it!”

  “All right, sweet one. Hold onto your hat!”

  The harder her men thrust their hips, the nearer she came to the precipice, her heart pounding. Higher and higher she climbed, her channel clamping around them until she fell over the edge within seconds. They waited for her to finish, her muscles contracting around them.

  “You are such a tight fit,” Van said, caressing her breasts, his finger and thumb pinching her nipple. Whirlwinds of sensation rolled through her belly at his words.

  “This feels so amazing. I can barely breathe,” she whispered, shifting her hips until they both cried out. “I want more.”

  Logan snickered. “We’ve created a sex monster.”

  “I agree with her,” Van added, his voice low and husky, filled deep with passion.

  When her eyes met his, she grinned. His were soft with bliss, the blue irises deepening to cobalt. Layla used her pelvic muscles to hold them tight, getting more pleasure herself as she tried to please them.

  Once again, they moved in sync, offering her everything she asked for, and then some. Faster and faster they moved, sliding together, building up an incredible friction that had them tensing as their release neared.

  “I’m…going to come,” Van cried out, hissing as he closed his eyes tight for a moment.

  “Hold on,” Logan cried out. “I’m coming close, too. Layla, are you ready?”

  She couldn’t answer as she began to contract around them, her pussy clenching, milking them both. Together they shouted, reaching the pinnacle all at once. During that endless moment, they flew up and fell over the precipice, dancing along waves of release until they collapsed as one.

  Lying together on the bed, Layla struggled to catch her breath. She was sandwiched between both of them in a tangle of legs and arms.

  “That was the most incredible thing that’s ever happened to me.” Her voice was a breathy whisper. Neither man complained or answered as she dozed off, sated and exhausted.

  * * * *

  Hot! The water cascaded over her tender skin as she showered alone. During the night they’d all three showered together, but Layla wanted some time alone. She had a lot to think about. It was time to get back to the resort and focus on her fire dance practice. With a number of new moves to practice, she’d had little time to work on them.

  Dropping her head back, she rinsed her hair in the steady stream, washing all the suds from her body. She noticed that every inch of her was well loved, aching from the vigorous night in bed. This was the second night in a row that she’d had little sleep, but she relished the feeling of satisfaction.

  She turned off the water, smelling bacon as she dried her body. Realizing that she was famished, she hurried and got dressed, her wet hair hanging low down her back.

  When she entered the kitchen, it was to see Van flipping eggs in a frying pan. She moved up behind him, slipped her arms around his waist, and rested her head on his back.

  “Good morning,” she murmured, allowing him to turn around and kiss her.

  “Good morning to you, too, honey. Are you feeling okay?” His eyes studied her as though looking for pain or discomfort, but she had none.

  “I’m fantastic! What an incredible night. Where’s Logan?”

  “He’s cleaning up the living room for you.”

  She laughed, happy that Logan was trying to keep the house in order.

  “I’m famished. You two need to feed me more often if you’re going to use my body so well.”

  Chuckling, Van turned away, flipping the eggs onto a plate and buttering the toast.

  “Can I help?” she asked, wondering why he fell silent all of a sudden.

  “No, thanks. Everything is ready. You could pour the orange juice if you want to.”

  “I’d be happy to. I’m not sure I can sit down, though,” she said, joking with him.

  He didn’t take it the way she meant it. He faced her once again, his eyes full of concern and a little anger.

  “We did hurt you, didn’t we?”

  Placing her palm on his chest, she shook her head. “It’s a good hurt, Van. I feel great, honestly.” When she kissed his breast, she tasted him, sliding her tongue over the hard muscles. As she breathed him in, his clean, fresh scent, she thought about showering with them both and smiled. They’d enjoyed lathering each other up until passion took over once again.

  He didn’t appear to believe her, frowning. Layla smoothed his brow with her fingers, pushing back his hair. “Believe me, it’s true.” Reaching up, she kissed his lips gently. “It’s true.”

  Though he studied her carefully, he didn’t seem too sure about her admission. Layla took the two plates and filled them with bacon, eggs, and pineapple.

  “You can bring the toast. I’ve got this.”

  Silent, he brought it to the table and sat down with her.

  “Have some coffee.” She poured the brew into the cups, adding cream to hers. He liked his black, she knew from eating at Mateo’s place. She’d studied him when he wasn’t watching her.

  “Thanks. Are you sure⎯”

  Frustrated at his persistence, she held up her hand. “Not another word, Van. You’re being too protective. I’m not a glass doll. Now, when we’re finished eating, I want you to take me to the resort.”

  “You’re not going to the resort until we find out who the arsonist is.”

  Choking on her orange juice, she sputtered. “I’m going there today. Believe me, I’m not afraid of him anymore. I know you all have my back.”

  “It’s not a matter of fear, Layla. It’s your safety we worry about.”

  “Worry all you want, Van, but I have a job to do and I’m not giving it up.”

  “I’m sorry, honey, but you aren’t leaving this house until we find him.”

  Glaring at him, she stood up, ready to walk out permanently. He moved in close to her, slipping his arm around her waist from behind.

  “Honey, we promised Kona that we’d take care of you, and that’s what we’re doing. Who better to watch over you than a cop and a firefighter?”

  When she tried to pull away, he tightened his arm and began kissing her neck. For a moment she resisted then stopped, falling under his spell once again.

  “We want you to stay, Layla,” he murmured against her sensitive skin.

  Logan entered the room, having heard Van’s words. “I agree.” He nodded, watching her with caution in his eyes. She felt herself losing the battle, and that annoyed her to no end.

  “You two are impossible. If you’re with me at Mateo’s, you can still take care of me, can’t you?”

  Both men paused, not about to give in. Frustrated, Layla tried to move away from Van, but he only tightened his grip, kissing her with more fervor. Her knees went weak as she lost some of her anger and relaxed i
nto him.

  “You fight dirty, Van,” she murmured.

  Logan grinned, watching them as he sipped his coffee.

  Turning her around, Van seized her lips. Her pussy contracted, a million birds fluttering around in the pit of her stomach. After a full night of passion, she was still ready for more. He lifted her onto the counter and continued his sweet assault.

  Breathless, Layla gave in as Logan moved in closer, pressing his hard cock against her until she sucked in a breath, closing her eyes in surrender.

  They can distract me all they want, but I’m leaving afterward—though much later than I expected to go.

  Their kiss deepened, his tongue slipping in between her pearly white teeth. Van watched them, fisting his cock as he sat at the table.

  “You two make it difficult to concentrate,” Van said. “This time, I’ll watch.”

  Logan increased the intensity of his domination and succeeded in making her forget that she wanted to leave. Pushing aside her robe, he slipped inside her, entering her soft glove in one swift thrust of his hips. She gasped, a little tender from their night together.

  “You are a devil, Logan,” she whispered, accepting his offering as she dropped her head back on her shoulders to give him access to her neck. She’d not told them of the sensitivity there, but he seemed to know it was her weakness.

  Layla gasped as he placed his hands on her ass, securing her in place as he moved, setting a rhythm, and she followed. All thoughts of practicing the fire dance evaporated as she rode him, her body responding like a violin string, sensitive to his mastery.

  While Van watched, she prepared herself for orgasm, climbing higher as she closed her eyes and pushed her hips forward.

  “You two are beautiful together,” he said, his voice low and husky.

  The faster Logan moved, the more she lost herself, his gentle touch turning her thoughts into a sweet battle of pleasure.

  He brought her higher fast until she peaked, the climax picking her up and throwing her over the top. He came with her in a rush of desire, crying out.

  When she was finally able to breathe, she placed her palm on his chest and pushed him away.

  “You play dirty, Logan.”

  He only laughed, looking pleased with himself.

  Van smiled. “It’s my turn,” he growled, letting his cock have free reign as she moved over to him, straddling his lap. It only took a moment for her to slide down onto his incredibly hard cock.

  This time when she rode him, she kissed his chest, licking where she nipped at his skin with her sharp teeth. There was no winning the game at that point, so she threw herself into the moment, enjoying every second.

  “Ahhh…You are so gentle, Van, but I want it harder. Please stop being a gentleman and give me more.”

  Once he checked the look in her eyes, he must have seen her surrender because he did as she asked, his hands on her hips as she rode him.

  “You make me forget the world, Layla.”His hands guided her as she rode him. The thought of stopping never occurred to her as she worked him up to an orgasm. Her thighs slick with cream, she dug her fingers into his shoulders and moved faster.

  “I want you to come with me.” Her voice was now soft with yearning.

  “I’ll be with you,” he said, his teeth tight together.

  That turned her on even more as he moved within her, thickening and hardening so that she felt him even deeper inside her. She squeezed her Kegel muscles. His eyes widened as he came, every muscle taut and hard. Layla shouted out, stunned at the intensity of the climax. She thought she was going to die from bliss as she slumped against him, barely able to catch her breath. She stepped away from him, laughing with delight.

  “You both tried to distract me from my goal to get to the resort, but I’m still going.”

  Logan laughed. “You’re a little brat, aren’t you?”

  “Get used to it. You could make love to me all day long, and still I’ll be going to work.”

  Van’s phone rang. When he answered it, his expression changed from passionate to cold in a heartbeat. Whoever it was, they had bad news for him. He hung up the cell and looked at them with a grave expression.

  “That was Mateo. He was up half the night. The arsonist struck again, but this time it’s at the resort.”

  Chapter Eight:

  Sweet Capture

  Layla, Van, and Logan arrived at the resort shortly after breakfast to meet with Mateo. The police and fire department were still working on discovering the cause of the blaze.

  “What happened?” Layla asked Rae.

  “Someone set the storage unit on fire. It smoldered for quite some time before the flames were seen by a guard.”

  “I’m going down to talk to the fire chief,” Van said, staring down at Layla. “You stay here with Rae. I don’t want him seeing you.”

  “You can’t hide me forever, Van,” she snapped, wanting to find the man and have him put in jail.

  “She’s right. How can you expect her to stay out of sight when that maniac keeps destroying everything in her path? It’s like he knew she wasn’t here last night, and burned the unit down out of spite.” Rae appeared to be furious at the circumstances.

  Van stopped for a moment and studied her.

  “I think you’re right on that point. He knew she wasn’t here, and retaliated.”

  “Do you think so, Van?” Mateo asked.

  “I do. Layla, you have to stay out of sight. Do you understand me?”

  “No. I think it’s time I let him know that I can’t be scared off. I’m staying here and doing the luau tonight.”

  “Maybe I should cancel the luau,” Mateo suggested.

  Layla shook her head, anger sending heat to her cheeks.

  “No way! I’m doing the luau. Maybe you can catch him using me as bait.”

  Van spoke up in a low growl, furious. “You’re not doing it, and that’s final!”

  Glaring at him, Layla snapped, “You can’t tell me what to do, Van.”

  “Wanna bet?”

  “Try me.”

  Rae spoke up, “Now, you two stop it. I agree with Layla that she should do the luau. After all, if he can’t see her, how will we catch him? Besides, you will all be there. I suggest we place some undercover cops within the crowd. If we do this right, the nightmare should be over soon.”

  Mateo nodded. “I agree with Rae. We need to do something to get the guy.”

  “I don’t agree. It’s too dangerous. I’ll get some cops to mix with the guests, but Layla doesn’t need to do the fire dance.”

  Van faced Layla down, though she kept her stubborn chin up and stared back at him, anger flushing her face with heat.

  “I’ll do the fire dance tonight and every night there is a luau, and that’s final, Van. No arguments.”

  Mateo snickered. “She’s not about to let you tell her what to do. Layla, I had no idea you were stubborn.”

  Kona walked into the room. “Neither did I⎯Layla, I agree with Van. You won’t be doing the dance until the firebug is caught.”

  She narrowed her eyes and snarled, “Go to hell with Van.” Standing up, she left the room, heading for the pool. It was mid afternoon and hot. She stripped off her T-shirt and shorts, revealing her bikini, and dove in to cool off.

  Rae followed suit and joined her.

  “Those men are so controlling. They think we’re like delicate flowers, prone to be crushed beneath someone’s feet. I agree with you, if it’s any consolation, Layla.”

  Swimming up to Rae, Layla hugged her. She was still fuming but also scared to death of what might happen when she did the fire dance. Would the pyromaniac try to harm her? Cold snaked through her veins as fear set in, but she was too determined to stand up and fight to let it stop her.

  “I have to admit that I’m frightened, but I’m tired of running from the things in my life that hold me back. It’s time I stopped hiding behind my brother and fought my own battles.”

  Rae smiled. �
�You’ve grown a lot in the past few days. I’m impressed.”

  “Thanks, Rae. I don’t know what I’d do without having you as a friend.”

  “Thanks to you. Now, tell me all about your past two nights with Van. Is he as wonderful as he seems?”

  Blushing, her body burning with heat, Layla leaned close to Rae and whispered, “We did the ménage with Logan.”

  Surprised, Rae laughed aloud. “And? Give me some details.”

  “Well, Van is very sweet and gentle, and Logan is more the opposite. Together, they make me mindless with desire, and I love it.”

  “Van treats you like a flower, right?”

  Layla snorted. “Yes. He’s got to learn that I’m not breakable.”

  “What about Logan?”

  “Rae, he’s so funny, and a great lover, too. I can’t decide which one I like better, but I think Van wants more than a fuck buddy.”

  Shocked, Rae stared at her openmouthed.

  “I know. I’ve even changed the way I talk. The past few days have been liberating. Now, let’s discuss how we can draw out the stalker.”

  Sitting on the steps in the pool, the two women went over their plans for the evening, hoping to catch the man and end the terror.

  “I got a call this morning from my seamstress, and she’s got two more costumes ready for me. One is in bright orange leather with a native design on it, showing the phoenix bird rising from the flames.”

  “Will you have it for tonight?”

  “Yes, Sue told me she’d drop it off here.”

  “Great. Do you have everything else you need?”

  “Well, I could use another shopping day or two to get the rest of the things I want, but that can wait. I am getting hungry. Isn’t it past lunchtime?”

  Checking her waterproof watch, Rae nodded. “It’s half past one.”

  “No wonder. I guess we should get something to eat.”

  “I’ll get Moki to serve us out here. She’s got some awesome squash soup cooking. It smells delicious.”

  “That would be great. Rae, what did Mateo do when you were in trouble here last summer?”

  “He did exactly what Van and Logan are doing, trying to protect me. It drove me half crazy, and of course I rebelled. Don’t worry, Layla, things will work out. Let’s eat then we can find out if your costumes are here.”