Wrath's Storm: A Masters' Admiralty Novel by Mari Carr (desktop ebook reader .txt) 📕

siblings and their off-color sense of humor and constant teasing.

And Walt was beginning to think the same of Jakob. If he ever managed to get the stick out of his ass.

Walt bailed out of the conversation, merely answering her question with an eyebrow he cocked in Jakob’s direction.

“Yesterday,” Jakob began slowly, “when we realized you were gone…”

Walt tried hard to hide his grin. Jakob was talking. His word count rising.

“I…Annalise…I…all I could think about was that I’d never…” He paused just before the best part.

Walt was two seconds away from saying, “Carry on,” when Annalise spoke first.

“You never what?” she asked.

“Kissed you,” Jakob said, the words more breath than sound. “I want to kiss you.”

Annalise smiled. “Then kiss m—”

She didn’t have the chance to finish her invitation before Jakob leaned closer and stole the words with his lips on hers.

Annalise’s hands found their way to Jakob’s chest, her fingers tightening in the material of his shirt.

Walt sat there, spellbound, watching as their lips parted, their tongues touched. Jakob had reached up to hold her face in his large hands, but the grip was soft, tender, cognizant of her bruised face.

Before he could think about his actions, Walt shifted closer, placing a kiss on Annalise’s bruised shoulder before adding one to the bite mark on her neck.

Jakob stopped kissing her at her breathy laugh.

“Kissing it all better, Dr. Hayden?” she asked.

Jakob lifted his chin just once, an unspoken directive for Walt to continue. He didn’t need to be told twice.

He twisted Annalise toward him and lowered his head to her breasts, placing “healing” kisses to the bruises there as well before stroking his tongue over the firm tip of her nipple.

“Ah,” Annalise sighed, her head drifting back, her eyes closing.

“No.”

Her eyes flew open, finding Jakob, who said, “Don’t close your eyes. Watch us.”

Annalise sucked in a shaky breath, then nodded.

Walt hadn’t meant to take them from zero to sixty. Hell, he hadn’t even meant to step in, part of him still feeling like the outsider here, the interloper.

Annalise and Jakob had been together for years, quietly longing for each other. Now that they’d come clean, now that they were free to explore that longing without fear of danger lurking in the shadows, shouldn’t he step away and give them that chance?

Lost in self-doubt, Walt didn’t realize he’d stopped until Jakob’s hand landed on his shoulder. “Keep going. Our girl, remember?”

Walt had used those words yesterday in the car as they raced to save Annalise. They’d slipped out unbidden, but there was no denying they’d felt right.

And they still felt right, hearing them repeated back to him by Jakob.

“Our girl,” Walt whispered, just before he stroked his tongue over her nipple again.

“Oh God,” Annalise cried out, one of her hands latching onto the back of his head as he continued to kiss and lick her breasts.

Jakob tugged off his shirt, then shifted, spreading his legs to pull Annalise between them, her back now resting against his bare chest. Jakob cupped her breasts, holding them up to Walt’s continued ministrations.

Walt kept his kisses soft, not wanting to hurt her. He startled for just a moment when Jakob released one of her breasts, so that he could run his thumb over Walt’s lower lip. Walt captured his thumb and sucked it into his mouth.

“So hot,” Annalise breathed.

Jakob pulled his thumb free, then rubbed the wet digit over Annalise’s nipple.

“Are you going to watch me fuck Walt, Annalise?” Jakob asked. “Watch me bend him over this bed and take him hard and fast?”

“Yes,” Annalise said. “Please.”

Jakob sure as shit made up for his silence outside of the bedroom. The man was the master of dirty talk.

“I want you to be sure to concentrate, to pay attention while I take his ass.”

“I’ll pay attention,” she promised.

“It won’t be easy, because Walt’s going to be between those sexy legs of yours, sucking on your pretty clit, driving you wild with his fingers and tongue.”

“Jesus,” Walt murmured, so turned on he couldn’t see straight.

Jakob ran one finger over her bruised shoulder, placing a kiss on it as well. “I’m afraid your body isn’t ready for more just yet. You need time to heal.”

“No. I am ready. I want you. Both of you,” Annalise insisted.

Jakob shook his head. “And you’ll have us, but not today.”

“Jakob—” she started.

“Don’t worry. Walt’s going to make you come. Going to make sure you’re well taken care of, aren’t you, Walt?”

Walt didn’t bother to reply. Instead, he straightened, pulling his shirt off, ready to put every single one of Jakob’s promises into action. He was just reaching for the waistband of Annalise’s sweatpants when there was a knock at the door.

“Shit,” Walt cursed. “Room service didn’t take long.”

“Fucking interruptions,” Jakob muttered.

Annalise released a shaky laugh. “Guess I should get it. Don’t want to traumatize the hotel staff.”

Walt looked down and realized he and Jakob were sporting very pronounced hard-ons, their pants tented.

Jakob pulled Annalise’s T-shirt back over her head, but didn’t bother with her bra. “Liebling, stay here. I’ll grab the food. We’ll eat it in bed.”

Annalise curled one leg under her, smoothing out the sheets for their bed picnic, as Walt attempted to adjust his jeans, the denim uncomfortable as hell.

Jakob, ever vigilant, looked through the peephole, then cursed.

“What’s wrong?” Annalise asked.

Jakob sighed as he opened the door. He nodded his head once as a show of respect before stepping back to allow their company in.

Walt frowned as Vadisk entered, followed by a slim woman with long dark hair and piercing eyes. Walt looked at Vadisk, then pointedly at the bed. “I thought your text said we wouldn’t see you until tomorrow.”

Vadisk gave him a rueful grin. “The admiral wasn’t inclined to wait.”

Walt glanced back at the woman as Vadisk did the introductions, gesturing to her as he spoke. “This is Nikolett Varda, the admiral of Hungary.”

Chapter Sixteen

Nikolett’s brow quirked as she glanced at all of them. Annalise wished she had a bra on. The men, her men, looked a little bit