by Lexi Blake
Laura’s bedroom was small but ultrafeminine. There was a queen-size bed that dominated the room. It filled up most of the space, and the rest seemed taken up by a dresser and small lounger. He tossed Laura on the bed with its richly decorated quilts and stared down at her.
She was stunning. Her skin was rosy from the sex she’d had with Cam. She looked beautiful and well loved.
“I want you, bella.”
“I want you, too, Rafe.”
“Show me. Spread your legs and touch yourself.” He had watched her give to Cam. He needed to be in control now. He needed her to give to him.
Cam walked into the room. He clung to the wall, his expression almost apologetic. He started to turn and walk back out.
“Where are you going?” He didn’t want Cam to leave. He wanted Cam to help him. He wanted a partner. “Get behind her. Spread her for me.”
“Are you sure?” Cam asked.
“Do I often say things I don’t mean?”
Cam gave him a silly grin and jumped on the bed behind Laura. He wrapped his arms across her chest, her back to his front. Laura relaxed against him. They were happy together. They were relaxed and happy and willing to play.
“Spread your legs, baby. Rafe wants to see your pussy.” Cam’s fingers found the hem of her skirt and pulled the cotton fabric up. Her small black undies were bunched up and soaking wet. It looked like Cam had merely shoved them to the side in his haste to get inside.
Rafe corrected the problem. He knelt on the bed and let his hands slide up her long legs, reveling in every silky curve. He took a long, slow tour before he drew the small piece of cotton off her body, leaving her perfectly plump pussy in full sight. It was a vision. She was shaved and glistening. The lips of her pussy were slightly swollen from Cam’s use, and her juice made it look slick and inviting.
He couldn’t miss the long, thin scar that ran an inch above her pelvic bone. There were other scars from where de Sade had stabbed her repeatedly. Emotion choked him. He leaned over and kissed that scar.
“I don’t want to think about that tonight. Can’t we just have fun?” Laura asked, her eyes pleading with him.
He nodded and forced himself to look away from the scars. He wanted her, and beyond that, he wanted to please her. He let his fingers slide across her clit. He wanted to dive into that dessert, but he needed something from her first.
His hands went to the front of his slacks. He carefully pulled the zipper down while he watched Cam turn Laura’s head toward his. His partner took their lover’s mouth in a long, slow kiss. Rafe shoved his slacks off along with his boxers. He toed out of his loafers, and then his shirt hit the floor, too. He felt better naked. God, he always wanted to be naked with her.
“I think Rafe needs some attention, baby.” Cam let go of her mouth. He palmed her breasts one last time. “You better give him some.”
Rafe knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to feel her mouth on his cock before he took her pussy. “Come on, bella. Get on your hands and knees.”
Her eyes were languid, her movements lazy as she did what he asked. Cam pulled her skirt off her body so she was totally bare except for the sunny yellow heels she wore.
“Where do you keep the lube, baby?” Cam asked.
“In the nightstand.” She flushed. “I only use it when I…”
Rafe petted her hair as he moved into position. “You use a vibrator?”
Cam pulled out her purple rabbit-head vibe and a small tube of lube. “It’s a bit small. I don’t suppose you have an anal plug?”
“No,” she said on a breathy huff. “I play around with a vibe from time to time. I do not anally plug myself to have fun on a Saturday night.”
“Well, bella, I think that sounds like a very fun Saturday night. We’ll need to go shopping.” He widened his stance and took his cock in hand. It was pointing her way like it knew the way home. “We might have to go to Denver. I doubt this place has a well-stocked sex shop.”
“I think you would be surprised what you can find here.” Her tongue peeked out from her cherry red lips. His cock jumped.
“Come on, bella. Lick me.” He didn’t want to argue Bliss’s many attributes. He wanted a blow job.
That little pink tongue swiped over the head of his cock, and he counted himself lucky he didn’t spew right then and there. He forced the need down. He wanted to make this last.
Laura whimpered.
“It’s all right, baby. It’s lube. I’m going to get your ass ready. I won’t take it tonight, but soon. It’s nothing more than my fingers tonight.” Cam was on his knees behind her, his hand hidden behind the luscious curves of her heart-shaped ass.
“What’s he doing to you?” He wanted to hear her voice as she talked about getting her ass ready to take a pounding. Fuck, he couldn’t wait for it. He wanted to watch as Cam pounded into her and know that it would be his turn to shove his hard dick up her sweet ass.
“He’s pushing his fingers in. I don’t know if I like it or not.” She wiggled as though trying to accommodate him.
“Let me play, and then I’ll eat your pussy. You like that, don’t you? You like when I eat your sopping wet pussy like it’s a slice of pie I can’t get enough of.” Cam’s eyes were looking down. Rafe could imagine. He was looking down, watching his fingers disappear into her tight, puckered hole. “Let me play, and I’ll give you what you want. Now suck Rafe’s cock.”
She leaned forward and pulled his cockhead between her lips.
Rafe shoved his hands in her hair and gritted his teeth. Her tongue was lighting sparks all over his cock. She teased him with little licks that never stayed in the same place, but dashed and tantalized all over. She licked a path from the tiny slit of his cockhead down to his balls, where she traced the line that separated them with her tongue. It felt so good. Rafe’s cock was pulsing in anticipation.
She sucked his balls, causing them to tighten with pleasure. She popped one and then the other into the heat of her mouth, lavishing them with affection.
She groaned suddenly, the sound reverberating across his taut flesh.
“Sorry,” Cam said with a grin that told Rafe he wasn’t at all sorry. “I added finger number two. She’s really tight.”
Rafe eyed his partner. “Stop playing and give her what you promised. I’m not going to last forever.”
Cam frowned, but he pulled his fingers out of her ass. “Fine, but we do have all night, you know. I don’t intend to sleep.”
“Says the man who already came inside her.” He was on edge. He needed to come. He needed to fill her up, but he didn’t want to do it if she didn’t come along for the ride. Cam could take care of her while she took care of him.
Laura looked up at him, her blue eyes half-closed and a smile on her face. With a deliberate wink, she reached out with her tongue and delicately licked at the arousal pooling on the tip of his dick.
She was playing with him. He wasn’t having that. The caveman that was always lurking under his very modern surface surged to the forefront.
“You take me deep,” he growled.
He shoved his hands in her hair and guided his cock to her mouth. He wasn’t going to play. He was going to invade and conquer.
She groaned as he thrust in. Cam had disappeared. All Rafe could see of him now were his knees sticking up. He’d done exactly what he’d promised and buried his face in her pussy. Cam was making a meal out of her.
“You take care of me,” Rafe ordered. He would take his turn pleasuring her later. He would eat her pussy and suck her breasts. He would rock into her until he hit that special place that sent her soaring, but for now, he wanted to fuck her hard.
Laura’s mouth opened obediently, and he thrust in. He was immediately assaulted by how tight and hot she was. His balls drew up. He pushed in another inch and then two, all the while praying he could last. He wanted to do this forever. Her tongue laved the underside of his cock. Even the brush of her teeth against him was sensual.
He pulled back and thrust in.
Her tongue managed to whirl around him and sucked him deep. Her mouth pulled on his cock. She moaned around him, and he found a soft place at the back of her throat. The orgasm shot from his balls outward. He could feel her throat working around him as she swallowed everything he gave her.
He shook as she licked him clean. She groaned, and her face was tight with pleasure. Rafe’s cock popped out, and he could see that Cam was eating her pussy with great enthusiasm. Her whole body was flushed, and she ground her pelvis down. She was incredibly beautiful as she took her pleasure.
Rafe got on his knees and kissed her. He could taste himself in her mouth, and he felt his cock start to twitch to life again.
When she came, he drank down her cries of pleasure.
* * * *
The plane dipped slightly, turbulence making for a shaky flight, but he didn’t mind. The agent seated next to him had long since turned a faint shade of green, but it didn’t bother him a bit. He was meant for far greater things. He wouldn’t go down in a government-owned airplane.
It was late in the night, but luckily the higher-ups had decided this particular errand couldn’t wait. It was an hour longer to Colorado, and then they still had a drive ahead of them. He wouldn’t be able to see her until the morning. He couldn’t get off the plane and rush to her doorstep the way he wanted to.
He had to play it carefully.
“Here are the portfolios I had made.” The unctuous little ass passed him one of the manila folders. “It has all the latest updates.”
The Marquis de Sade smiled blandly as he took it. He had another name in this world, but secretly he preferred the one the press had given him. Oh, he preferred when they referred to him properly with his full name. That dumb bitch reporter had Americanized it by calling him “de Sade” as if it was simple slang. She obviously needed some remedial French to know she was calling him “of Sade.”
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He couldn’t do anything about it. The name had stuck, but one day he would make the reporter pay.
Still, mangled or not, it had a ring of authenticity. In the old days, society knew how to take care of its dregs. Men of power made the decisions, and they were carried out in the most brutal way imaginable. Justice was swift, and no one apologized for it.
They certainly didn’t spend hours pulling together files and worrying and hoping that they had their shit together. The FBI was a joke.
But it did pay the bills.
He let his fingers drum across the small tabletop in front of him before opening the file. It was everything the team had been able to pull together on Laura Rosen’s new friends.
Laura. He could still see her laid out on his table. He could still see the intoxicating mix of fear and outrage in her eyes. She had been a lovely woman, elegant and perfect. She’d cared for herself in a way few of his victims ever had. He’d culled from the lowest of society. Laura had been a bit of caviar among the hamburger meat.
She’d fought him like the others hadn’t. There hadn’t been crying and begging from her. She’d cursed him the entire time. Even when he’d forced a knife through her womb.
She’d taught him he could be something more, something grander than he was. She’d moved him in such an elemental way that he’d stopped his work for years, only taking it up again when he thought she was gone forever.
His little rabbit had taught him so much.
It was almost time to take a final lesson from her. It was almost time to break free.
One of the many suited agents stood up. “We’ll be landing in Alamosa in a bit. Some of the agents from the Denver office will meet us there. They’ve been fully briefed on what’s happened and are ready to back us up if we require it. They say this town she’s in is known for being a trouble spot.”
He’d read up on Bliss. It seemed they liked to think of themselves as true, pure Westerners. They tried to take care of their own.
They hadn’t met anyone like him.
His rabbit thought she’d found someplace safe to hide away. She was about to find out how wrong she was.
He answered a question someone posed to him, carefully keeping on his outward mask. No one here had ever seen his real face. They never would because they would never catch him. He was smarter than all of them combined. These sad men around him couldn’t conceive of his greatness.
Only one woman had ever come close. The one who got away.
Killing her was going to be bittersweet. There was a part of him that wanted to force her by his side. She was a woman worthy of him, but her adherence to morals kept them apart.
He would kill her. He wouldn’t underestimate her this time. He would take her, let her see his real face, and he would put her down. She was really too lovely for the world, anyway.
And when she was gone, he could finally continue his work.
Maybe he would start in Bliss.
Chapter Nine
Laura thought seriously about climbing back into bed. Rafe and Cam looked scrumptious lying together. She stared at them for a moment, enjoying the way the early morning sunlight caressed their naked flesh. Cam was lying on his stomach, his arm outstretched. It had been wrapped around her waist, but now it looked as though he was reaching for Rafe. Rafe’s dark hair fell over his angelic face. He looked years younger while he slept, as though all of the worries he normally carried fell away when he closed his eyes. She had the urge to kiss those gorgeous lips of his, but she knew where that would lead her—on her back, where she’d spent the majority of the night before.
Four rounds of nasty, athletic, sweaty sex had left her a little bit sore. A nice, hot shower had taken care of the sweat, but she was still moving slower than normal.
She glanced up at the clock. Damn it. She needed to hurry if she was going to make her shift. The fact that she’d broken her five years of celibacy didn’t mean that the gas station was going to run itself. If she didn’t make it in, Bart would either have to call in someone else or work himself. He was almost seventy-two. He didn’t need to be on his feet like that, so this time, she got to be the one who walked out the morning after sex.
Cam shifted in his sleep, a huff coming out of his mouth as his hand found Rafe’s stomach and wrapped around his waist. Rafe turned, but his hand slipped over Cam’s. She could have sworn he called Cam “bella” in that deep voice of his, and then they stilled again.
She wished she had a camera.
She slipped out of the bedroom, leaving the men to their much-needed rest. Coffee. She needed coffee. Damn, she could even smell it. She shut the door, careful to not make a sound, and then nearly screamed when she turned and saw a man sitting at her table.
“Wolf,” she hissed the words out. “You nearly gave me a damn heart attack.”
Wolf took a long drink of coffee. “Sweetheart, you have no idea. First, I suppose this means our fake engagement is truly off. I’m deeply wounded. I expected you to take at least a few days to mourn our lost love before you hopped into bed with actual, real human beings.”
His sarcasm was getting on her nerves this morning. She strode across the room, grabbed a mug, and poured herself a cup. She had to give it to Wolf. He knew how to make coffee. “I thought we worked this out last night.”
Had she been thinking last night? She stared out her small kitchen window as she sipped her coffee. The Rio Grande was visible, the river shining like a jewel in the early morning light. The river was always in motion. Was that what she’d craved the night before? She’d been stagnant for a while. She loved the peace of her new life, but everyone else was moving forward. In the years she’d been in Bliss, she’d watched Max and Rye find their perfect woman, Callie had come out of her shell for Nate and Zane, and Stef had finally stopped hiding from his love. Even Holly seemed to be moving on. Only Laura felt like she was stuck.
“Was it bad, sweetheart? Did they hurt you?” Wolf was studying her with a single-minded intensity.
She shook her head. “It was wonderful. I’m just thinking about what it meant. Why do I do that? Why can’t I simply enjoy it? Why do I need to put a label on it?”
His lips curled slightly. There was a beard coming in across the skin of his jaw. He looked the slightest bit scruffy and it suited him. “You’re not a good-time girl. You’re always going to want a home and a family. You’re always going to seek out stability.”
Was that what she was trying to find with them? Was she racing headlong into another disaster because she needed a family? She had a family. She had Holly and Nell, and even Henry. Henry stopped by Laura’s cabin at least twice a week, a toolbox in his hands. He did it because Nell loved her and Henry loved Nell.
Damn it, she wanted that.
Wolf leaned forward, his elbows making contact with the table. “Your brain is racing, but I wonder if you’re making the right connections. I want you to think about this, sweetheart. You didn’t rush into a relationship with the first man you saw. You waited. You want them. Those two men in there aren’t interchangeable for anyone who would put a ring on your finger, or you would have been dating all this time.”
“Maybe they just showed up at the right time.” She’d needed a while to get over what happened to her in DC. Hell, she wasn’t sure she would ever get over it, but last night had proven that at least she was ready to get physical again.
“Don’t fight this,” Wolf said with a sigh as though he knew his words would go unheeded. “You’re only going to cause more trouble for all three of you. Now, I came out for a reason.”
“Other than to scare the crap out of me?”
He grinned. “That was a bonus.” His face lost its jovial expression. “The feds took over the Movie Motel last night. Men in suits rented out every room Gene had.”
A cold chill crossed her skin. “Did Gene get them talking?”
Gene liked to talk to everyone who came to his place. The Movie Motel was the largest inn in town. It was pretty much the only inn in town.
“They followed Rafe and Cam out here. According to one of the lead men, your boys were well aware that the team, as they called it, was on their way. I take it they didn’t bother to mention that they were bringing all their friends out here?”