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

and he had to force back the guilt he felt every time he saw her injuries.

“I should have—”

Before he could finish, Walt’s hand landed on his shoulder. “No. There’s no place for guilt or regret here tonight.”

Annalise nodded. “Tonight is for us. The three of us.”

Walt gave them a crooked grin. “If I was a good guy, I’d ask if you all were sure you really wanted me here. But I’m not taking any chances you’ll say no.”

Jakob lifted his chin as he pierced Walt with his gaze. “I thought I told you to take your clothes off.”

Walt reached over his head and pulled his T-shirt off in one smooth tug. Jakob let his gaze slide over the man’s bare chest. It was apparent the doctor took very good care of himself, with the trim physique of a man who was no stranger to running.

Annalise stepped between them, turning her back to Jakob. “Can you help me with my bra?” she asked him as she reached out to run her fingers along Walt’s pecs.

Jakob unfastened her bra, tugging it away from her body before dropping it to the floor. He wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts in his hands.

“I believe this is where we left off,” Jakob murmured before placing his lips against the side of her neck, which she’d tilted to allow him easy access.

“At least one of the times,” Walt joked as he stepped closer, the two of them caging Annalise between them. “Not sure I’ll survive another case of blue balls.”

Walt kissed her. As he did so, he reached around her body, tugging the hem of Jakob’s shirt from his jeans, drawing it upwards.

Jakob took the hint, stepping back for just a moment to remove his shirt completely.

“If this affair between the three of us continues for much longer,” Walt said, his eyes meeting Jakob’s over Annalise’s shoulder. “I’m going to have to start lifting weights. Buff up a little so I can compete with our man.”

Annalise turned so that she was facing Jakob, placing her hand on his bare chest, her fingers exploring his muscles. Her palm stilled just over his right pec, so Jakob reached around her, for one of Walt’s hands, pressing it next to hers, letting them both feel the heavy thudding of his heart.

“Take off your pants and get on the bed,” Jakob said, his cock throbbing, in need of release. “We’re going to finish what we started this morning.”

“And yesterday,” Annalise whispered. “It feels like it’s been a million years…”

Annalise and Walt wasted no time divesting themselves of the rest of their clothing. Jakob watched as Walt pulled back the duvet and gestured gallantly for Annalise to climb in before he joined her.

Annalise laughed softly and Jakob shook his head, amazed that he was here, and shocked by how naturally, how easily the three of them fit together.

He’d spent too much of his life as the square peg trying to squeeze his way into the round hole. None of those feelings of inadequacy were present here. More than that, he felt a freedom he hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

The freedom to ask for what he wanted, to laugh with reckless abandon, to say everything that was on his mind, and to love without fear of loss or rejection.

Walt kissed Annalise, his hand skimming along her side, causing her to shiver with desire. “It’s been so long,” she admitted.

As Jakob opened his jeans, pulled his cock out over his boxer briefs, precum dripping from the head, he felt the truth of her words intensely. “Too long,” he added.

Walt lay on his side, his weight supported by his elbow. “I’m going to go out on a limb and say neither of you has taken a lover since you met.”

Annalise nodded. “Been sort of busy. Stalker and all that.”

Jakob barked out a laugh, shocked by her words.

“Joking about it? Already?” Walt asked.

“I’m tired of crying,” she admitted.

“I get that,” Walt said, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. “No more crying then.”

“How long has it been for you?” Jakob asked, curious about this funny doctor who crash-landed into their lives just a few days earlier.

Walt shrugged. “Jesus. I don’t know. Maybe seven, eight years?”

“What?” Jakob and Annalise said in unison.

“If you want the truth, I’ve only ever had sex with two people.”

“Long-term relationships?” Annalise asked.

Walt shook his head. “No. Casual flings and neither lasted too long. I had a brief affair with another one of the doctors I did my residency with. He popped my guy cherry. Then—if you’ll excuse the cliché—I had an off-and-on, friends-with-benefits deal with a nurse who was stationed with me in Guatemala, during my first tour with Doctors Without Borders. She popped my girl cherry.”

“And that was it?” Jakob asked, stunned.

Walt winked at Annalise. “Been sort of busy. Saving lives, hunting serial killers, and all that.”

Annalise pushed on Walt’s shoulder, straddling his waist. “So we’re going to pop your threesome cherry?”

She slowly slid up and down, Walt’s erection nestled between the slit in her legs, his dick suddenly slick from the juices of her body.

Walt blew out a long, unsteady breath. “Too much more of that, sweetheart, and this will be over before it even starts.”

Jakob walked next to the bed and ran his fingertips along Annalise’s spine, not stopping until he reached between her legs to touch her opening and Walt’s now-wet cock.

She leaned forward, taking her weight only on her good arm, lifting her ass in obvious invitation, wanting Jakob’s fingers to delve a little deeper. Rather than yield to her unspoken desires, he lifted his hand and lightly slapped her ass.

“Patience, Annalise,” he warned. When her body healed, he had every intention of exploring the pleasure to be found in sweet discipline, the vision of Annalise draped over his thighs as he and Walt spanked her causing him to go light-headed.

“Jakob,” she breathed.

“For now, we’re going to play this out exactly as I said this morning. Roll over onto your back and