Trifecta: The Program Book 1.5 Page 2

  But that’s another story.

  Right now, Summer wants to play. And I love a game.

  “Isn’t it funny how that works out, Tinkerbell?” I wink at her grinning.

  The car door is open and she slips in easily, her keys quickly sliding into the ignition bringing the beast revving to life.

  With her hand on the door ready to close it, she says, “Let’s see what you got.”

  My dick stirs.

  “Oh, Tinkerbell, you’re so cute. Let’s see how cute you are when we get home.”

  I close the car door on her wide eyes.

  Good, a little apprehension is a good thing.

  My phone pings as I pull my helmet on, fasten the strap under my chin, and throw a leg over my bike to straddle the sweet machine. As I pull it from my jacket pocket, Summer’s leaving the parking lot, her tires squealing from the acceleration.

  Bad, bad girl, I chuckle.

  Might as well do something to deserve my punishment, Tink ;)

  “That’s my girl,” I laugh, the sound muffled by the sleek face helmet.

  I shoot Rock a quick message. There’s no rush, I’ll give Summer a minute to think she’s going to win this little game we play.

  We’re leaving now.

  Not waiting for a reply, I slip the phone back in my jacket pocket and start the motorcycle. It’s so sweet, silent but fucking deadly. She’s my ninja, sleek, powerful, incomparable, and invincible.

  Heading out onto the quiet streets of Riverbend, nighttime is just blanketing this sleepy little community. There are only a few cars on the main road, and so spaced apart, it’s like there’s no one around at all. I go through the gears until I’ve hit a hundred miles per hour almost instantly. The high begins to seep through my system, the same one I get every time I get on a bike, especially this one. I don’t ride it. I become one with it, it an extension of me, and me with it, the power flows through my veins, and it feels what I want it to do. This is an immediate place of Zen for me, and I fucking love it.

  Up ahead turning off the main road, I see the tail lights of Summer’s Charger.

  Here I come, Tink, ready or not.

  I grin as I eat up the small length of asphalt between she and I. When I make the turn, I estimate she’s already up to seventy miles per hour just ahead of me. I lean down lower into the machine and let go on the throttle. I propel past her so fast, she’s only a blur, along with everything else around. In my mind, I can hear her startled gasp and laugh. I shift down to normal speed.

  And wait.

  It takes less than a minute for Summer to pass me. This time she’s got her hand out the window waving at me. I let her get a half a mile lead on me before accelerating again and leaving her behind.

  She’s never out of my sight though, never too far behind me that I wouldn’t be at her instantly if I had to. This is meant to be fun, I keep it just enough to be thrilling, but not crazy enough to be deadly.

  On the short country road on the outskirts of town, we continue this game of tag, both of us going back and forth, until we come to Rock’s long gravel driveway, now Summer’s as well. I’m always behind her when we go down. I guess it began when I wanted to have her completely in my sights during those early days after the kidnapping. If Rock couldn’t be with her, one of us other guys were, but I spent the most time with Summer after Rock. I needed to see her clearly at all times when I brought her home, and I needed to keep anyone else away from her.

  I still do, that hasn’t gone away, it probably never will.

  Anyone except for those we trust.

  As we come up to the log cabin style house, there’s a lone figure leaning against a post on the front wraparound porch.

  I pull up around the front of Summer’s car alongside Rock’s Harley and pull off my helmet.

  “Hi, princess,” Rock’s steady voice carries through the air. “You did it again, didn’t you?”

  I have to stifle my laugh when Summer shoots me a glare over her shoulder.

  “Snake,” she says tightly.

  “I just told him we were leaving.”

  “Yeah, like three fucking minutes ago. You two were flying. You’d be dead if a damn deer ran out in front of you, Summer. How many times do I have to tell you not to race?” Rock sounds pissed, and he is. A little. He’s right. But she just handed him a reason to let his twisted side come out and play tonight.

  She’s knows it. And I’d bet my right nut that’s probably a big reason why she does shit like this.

  She loves it.

  There’s a darkness in Summer as well. A delectable beautiful little whore that loves everything we dish out to her.

  She comes alive in it.

  She became free in it.

  She soars in it.

  “Strip, princess, right fucking there.”

  CHAPTER 2

  Rock

  Am I a twisted son-of-a-bitch because I love this shit?

  “What?!” Summer squeals, “Right here in the driveway?” She looks around nervously, her eyes wide and disbelieving.

  I push myself off the post and walk down the two steps of the front porch. I’ve been semi-hard all damn day just thinking about tonight, and right now my dick is becoming more demanding to get on with it.

  “Yes, princess, right here. And if you keep pushing it, I might just call old Mr. Jenkins down the road and have him sit his wrinkly ass down in that fucking rocking chair and watch,” I grin at her, but she knows I’m dead serious.

  “You wouldn’t,” she shakes her head slowly.

  “Would you like to try me? He’d pass up Jeopardy for the honor of watching us make that sweet ass bright red any day.”

  “Rock…,” she takes a step back.

  “Tinkerbell,” Snake leans into her car and turns on the headlights leaving me illuminated in their brightness, “he’s not joking.”

  “What’s it gonna be, princess, you’ve got three seconds to decide,” I cross my arms across my chest with my feet spread firmly in place.

  “Fine,” she huffs as she drops her purse on the hood of her car and pulls off her jacket.

  “Maybe we should call Bull and Gringo,” Snake says as he comes to stand next to me.

  Summer’s standing sideways as she’s disrobing, the side of her profile facing us is completely dark due to the bright headlights. She turns her face toward us at Snake’s suggestion and I bet there was a glimmer of heated anticipation in her eyes. I know the night the four of us had her flashed through her mind just like it did mine. And Snake’s.

  She was infuckingcredible that night.

  I love this woman so damn much, every time I stop to think about it, I can barely breathe.

  “This is supposed to be a punishment…for her,” I reply slowly.

  Snake laughs.

  He knows what I mean.

  Summer loved that night. We all did. The four of us had been waiting for it since she showed up in town out of nowhere. I’d wasted months just watching her through the window of my shop.

  I was so stupid, thinking I’d scare her off.

  “You are just mean Rocco Silva,” Summer pouts as she puts her jacket with her purse on the car then starts to pull up her shirt.

  I don’t respond.

  My attention is fixed on her beautiful tits hugged in her powder pink bra now that her shirt is gone.

  Snake and I watch her peel the garments from her body, the straight legged jeans come off next, then the bra, her breasts jiggle when she turns to place it on the growing pile next to her, then she shimmies her panties down her legs.

  The only sounds are the crickets and the occasional chorus of bullfrogs from the nearby stream. No one’s around, nobody can see this Aphrodite standing in front of us.

  I hear the rasp of Snake’s zipper. He’s taking his cock out.

  Summer turns to face us now completely naked, her figure a dark silhouette with the lights surrounding her, making her look like she’s glowing.

  She is fuckin
g glowing, because she’s so radiant.

  “Bend over the hood of the car, princess,” I instruct.

  My voice is gruff. And my dick is now completely hard.

  She doesn’t reply as she turns to take the few steps to the side of the car, the sound of gravel crunching softly beneath her feet. I don’t move yet. Now that she’s out of the spotlights, her body is bathed in the moonlight. She’s so damn beautiful, the sight makes my heart hurt. When she bends and lays her upper body across the metal, the only thing I want to do is kneel behind and bury my face between her legs.

  I can’t.

  She needs to understand I’m not kidding about speeding like that. Something could happen. If something happened to her, I would lose any sense of humanity I have left in me. There would be a blood bath, I would submerge myself completely back in The Program and take all of the worst assignments they could throw at me. It would be wrong, but it wouldn’t fucking matter. I would make life pay for what it did to her, and it wouldn’t make a difference who paid the price.

  The first ones would be her father, the fiancée, and his fucking father. Slowly. Painfully. I would torture them to make them feel an inkling of what they put her through.

  I shake the morbid thoughts from my mind.

  “You coming?” I ask Snake.

  I glance a look at him. He’s got his hand wrapped around his hard-on.

  “I’m gonna watch this, you go ahead,” he replies smoothly.

  I smirk.

  He gets off on this just as much as I do.

  I give him a hard look.

  “You’re lucky I don’t beat your ass as well.”

  He turns his face to mine. One half is dark, the other light. Just like him. Just like me.

  “Only if I get to do you too.”

  We stare each other down for a moment, our eyes boring into one another’s.

  My dick throbs achingly once.

  I break our stare and approach Summer, my footsteps heavy on the rocks as they float away in the darkness. I stand at her side and resist the urge to stroke her bare flesh, balling my fists to keep them at bay. I can hear her heavy breathing now that I’m standing next to her.

  She’s apprehensive. She enjoys getting spanked, especially when I do it, or Snake does it, for that purpose, to stoke her flames, make her flesh sing, to push her into a headspace no drug can give her. First, I’m going to make it hurt.

  “Summer, how many times do I have to tell you it would kill me if something happened to you?”

  I hear her deep intake of breath.

  “I know, Rock, I’m sorry. But Snake was there…”

  SMACK, on her right cheek. Hard.

  Summer’s loud squeal punctures the air.

  “I don’t give a fuck if the Secret goddamn Service was there. If you crashed nothing could save you.” The reality of my words constrict my throat.

  “I’m sorry Rock,” she whimpers.

  SMACK, on her left cheek.

  “You’re going to remember this next time you’re tempted,” I’m breathing heavy.

  I swing my hand down eight more times on each of her plump cheeks. The sound of my hand slapping her ass fills the night. My palm is burning and hot, I know her skin must be on fire.

  When I’m finished, I can’t resist smoothing a palm over her burning round cheeks. I need to soothe her, even if it’s just a little, not only for her, but for me as well.

  I slide my fingertips to the inside of her thigh.

  “Spread your legs, princess.”

  When she does, I glide my hand upward to graze over her slit.

  She’s wet.

  I fucking moan.

  “That was a punishment, Summer.” My voice is low and husky.

  “I can’t help it,” she answers quietly.

  “Does it hurt?” I ask as I trace a line back down through her folds.

  “Yes.”

  “That sweet pussy is wet, isn’t it Rock?” Snake asks from where he’s still standing. He hasn’t moved, cock in hand.

  “Fucking dripping,” I grit out.

  “Tink, Tink, Tink, we’re not going to fuck you,” Snake comments.

  I hear Summer take a deep breath. I can feel her eyes on me.

  “Punishment, princess,” I answer her unasked question.

  I hear Snake approaching.

  “My turn,” he says, his voice low and husky.

  Sick fuck that I am, even after I just spanked the hell out of her, the heat in my loins sends a shot through me.

  I turn and take a step toward Snake. Right in front of him. He drops his arms to hang at his sides, hands balled tightly.

  Grabbing his cock hard, I bring my face close to his. “I should bend you over that fucking car too.”

  Snake can handle himself. I know this. But there was a time I thought he had a fucking death wish. Some shit just doesn’t go away, I’m not sure if that damn demon still haunts him.

  He slides a hand to the back of my head and grips a handful of my hair, pulling it, bringing my face an inch from his.

  “Fucking do it,” he taunts me, dares me.

  Our eyes battle, pushing each other, seeing who’ll flinch first.

  I squeeze him harder, his thickness pulsing in my hold. He slams his mouth onto mine, our teeth clashing, tongues thrashing, as his hips thrust into my grip. I let go and smack his dick, fast, once, then twice. He growls into my mouth and pulls harder, then pushes me quickly away.

  “Don’t think I won’t, son-of-a-bitch.”

  He palms my crotch and squeezes my bulge. “Like I said, do it.”

  “It’s coming.”

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  I want to shove him down over the car right next to Summer, kick his feet apart, his ass bare, his balls hanging between his legs, and beat his ass until it’s bright red.

  But I won’t stop there. So I don’t. Not now.

  I know Summer’s been watching the exchange between Snake and me. I’m sure it made her wetter.

  “Your turn.”

  I step back into the light so Summer can see me, watch me stroke myself while Snake takes over. He places one hand between her shoulders blades.

  “Slide back, baby, and arch your back. Stick that pretty ass of yours in the air and spread those feet.”

  Fuck!

  I jerk open the zipper of my jeans and pop the button. I’ve got to have a chokehold on my dick when Snake starts.

  Summer gets into position.

  I fucking groan.

  She looks like she’s ready to get fucked hard and fast.

  With the first contact Snake makes, Summer moans, “Oh, God…,” long and low.

  “So wet, Tinkerbell,” his hand comes down again.

  My dick throbs in my grasp.

  Four more swats and I’d bet my ass they’re landing on the juncture between her thighs right on her pussy, and with each one I can see her push back into Snake’s hand.

  “Please…,” she moans.

  My dick swells in my hand.

  Snake pulls his hands from her body and takes a step back. Probably because he doesn’t trust himself to keep from burying his dick inside her.

  I don’t know which was harder; delivering the punishment, or refraining from the pleasure.

  Without a doubt, both.

  “Stay just like that, Tinkerbell,” Snake’s returning to where I’m standing in the glare of the headlights. “Watch, don’t move, keep your legs wide open, and your hands right where they are.”

  My balls are so tight, my dick is so hard, I’m ready to blow.

  When Snake is at my side, I don’t realize how hard I’m choking my dick until his hand wraps around mine. His grip tightens, then releases just a fraction, making me slightly loosen my hold. He starts to guide my hand up and down my shaft as his own hand mirrors the movement up and down his length. I reach over and wrap my hand around his sliding up and down his shaft.

  “We’re going to come, and you’re going to watch,”
he states quietly, but it’s not gentle. It’s just this side of evil.

  I hear her moan. So do I.

  Our movements are slow at first, each of us are so close to the brink, we’re trying to hold off and enjoy it as long as we can.

  Summer’s ass lifts a little more and her legs get straighter.

  Our hands move faster over our cocks, mine throbbing and begging to find release. Snake glides his hand over my swollen head, smearing the wetness seeping out around it.

  I fucking growl.

  Summer’s hips roll.

  “Don’t. Move.” My voice is tight with the command.

  She lets out another low moan.

  Snake grabs my balls and squeezes them.

  “Fuck,” I growl and grip his sacks tightly in my free hand.

  “Fuck you,” he grits out.

  I’m pumping my cock furiously, so is Snake. The orgasm is coiling tightly in my loins, sucking everything from my balls, until my body tenses as it jolts through me and streams of hot semen fly out of me.

  Beside me Snake’s load is shooting from him in long jets.

  I don’t bother to tuck myself back into my pants before walking to Summer. I lean over her and press a trail of kisses down her back until I reach her ass cheeks and pepper the flesh in kisses.

  “So mean, the both of you,” she whimpers.

  I chuckle against her skin.

  “In the house, princess. We’re not finished yet.”

  She straightens.

  “You can’t be serious?”

  “As a damn heart attack, Tinkerbell,” Snake replies. He loves it as much as I do, this game we play.

  I gather Summer’s things, switch off the headlights, and follow her up the steps.

  “I cannot believe this,” she mumbles.

  “In the kitchen, princess, it’s dinnertime.”

  Snake fucking laughs.

  CHAPTER 3

  Summer

  I’m going to kill them. Both of them!

  It’s killing them too. I saw it when Rock grabbed Snake, and they kissed. It was angry and punishing.

  My body is thrumming with need. My ass is burning. My sex is tingling from the swats. Snake knew exactly what he was doing, he always does. Each time his hand landed on me, it was like a tender bite to my clit, and every contact sent a shot of electricity through me, hot and hungry. Only this time Rock wasn’t plunging into me, catapulting me toward the orgasm screaming to erupt.