“Go shower and find dry clothes. Ryan and I will figure this out.” United, for a time at least, they had no choice but to work together. Neither one of them would be willing to leave her until they were sure she was safe from Ryan’s stalker and free from her ex.
He waited until her door closed and walked to the end table where her cell lay and picked it up.
“The number’s under the name Rob and it’s the only call she’s had today that I know of.”
“Last name?”
“I don’t know it. Yet.”
“At least we know she’s safe here with you. I’ll dig up everything I can on Rob as soon as I get back Monday morning. Dean threatened to report my ass if I show my face before then.”
“I always did like Dean.”
Chapter 18
“Tired of the rain, or tired of being cooped up here all together?” She dropped the filmy curtain and looked to Ryan who sat on the couch with one long jean-clad leg stretched out in front of him.
“I like the rain and a good storm. I guess I’m just a little bored. You don’t have to entertain me, really.”
“I have something else in mind. Why don’t you put something pretty on. Parker left a gift for you on your bed while we ate lunch. Put it on and meet us in my bedroom.” She didn’t miss his use of the word “us.” She’d suspected this was coming and had even looked forward to it. But now that the time was here, she was struck by a case of nerves.
She wanted this and had agreed to follow wherever Ryan led without regrets. The time to follow through had come. She reached up on tiptoe, kissed Ryan on the cheek, and whispered in his ear. “Yes, Ryan.”
She caught a glimpse of dark satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as she turned away. Closing the door behind her, she found a large black bag with Crave’s logo waiting on the bed for her. With equal parts wariness and excitement, she fingered the ribbon handles. Would Parker have gone pretty and fussy, lacey, or downright naughty in his choices? She’d thought she’d come to know him well, but in this, she had no idea what to expect.
What kind of lingerie did he like on a woman? Would he have chosen something with Ryan in mind? There seemed to be an odd tension between her men that continued to mystify her.
Reminding herself that her men were waiting, and more than likely getting impatient, she took a deep breath and opened the bag. Inside was a somewhat large and flat package wrapped in dark purple tissue paper and tied with a black ribbon. She pulled it out and laid it on the bed. With a trembling hand, she untied the bow and opened the paper.
And gasped. A deep burgundy-colored corset sat nestled in the paper. A layer of fine black lace covered the satin material and black ribbon rounded out the trim and detail work. Picking it up, she found a matching thong beneath it. The matched set was one of the most beautiful things she’d ever owned.
Parker hadn’t purchased this with himself or Ryan in mind. He’d been thinking of her. He knew her tastes better than she knew herself.
Eager to see how the lingerie felt, she stripped, adjusted the black ribbon lacing in the back, wrapped it around herself, and fastened the hidden hooks in the front. She slipped on the miniscule thong, braced herself, and moved to stand in front of the mirror.
A smile the size of Texas lit up her face. Her men would be speechless when they saw how beautiful she looked. The swells of her breasts highlighted by the plunging sweetheart neckline weighed heavy and full, eager for a man’s touch. When she turned around to admire the wide ribbon lacing up the back of the corset, the tail of the black satin bow brushed the top of her ass.
She dug around in her torn tote bag until she found a small cosmetic bag. She didn’t have much in her work tote, but she did have some flavored lip gloss, eyeliner, and eye shadow for those tough nights when she needed a pick me up. She did the best she could with her meager supplies, ran a brush through her hair, and went to find her men.
Her men. It was a phrase she’d used repeatedly in the last little bit and it continued to slip right out, as if the phrase was part of her everyday vocabulary. Whispering those two little words aloud felt natural on her tongue.
What if the phrase wasn’t a temporary one, but one meant for a lifetime?
Planning to find out, she went to the closed door of Ryan’s room. Straightening her spine, she opened the door and found both men, shirtless and barefoot, standing at the foot of the bed. Parker leaned against one post at the bed’s end, arms crossed against his bare chest. His normally tense jaw dropped and he straightened to stand tall as she entered the room.
Ryan leaned back against the opposite post with one ankle crossed over the other, hands in jean pockets, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Silent and still the only reaction she saw was the slow sweep of his eyes taking her in from head to toe. The heat of his gaze burned her flesh as he made one more silent survey.
Without a word he raised one hand and crooked his finger.
* * * *
He heard Parker’s indrawn hiss as Lacey turned to answer his call. No doubt Parker’s view of Lacey’s ass rivaled the beauty before his own eyes. Lush, curvy, and made for sin, her body was a wet dream come to life. Yet, that wasn’t the best part. The icing on the cake was the glow of a confident woman who knew she was sexy and could please her men. He prayed they didn’t let her down.
He hooked a finger under her chin, ensuring her full attention. “Are you sure you’re willing to turn your body over to the both of us? We’ll make it good for you, but we won’t play lightly. Today is all or nothing. Be sure.” He made his final attempt at being the good guy. If she wanted this and embraced ménage with both eyes open, he and Parker were more than happy to guide her.
But you couldn’t dangle red meat in front of a starving dog and expect it to be civil. Every man had limits and Lacey would tempt any male with half a brain. He wondered if she had any idea how important her answer had become to the both of them. She truly had the power within her to cripple them.
“I’m sure. I want this.” Containing his relief might have been one of the hardest things he’d ever done.
“Good. Don’t move.”
* * * *
She felt the warmth of Parker’s chest at her back and the world went dark as he slipped a silken blindfold over her eyes.
“Lacey, love, you are stunning. I’ve never seen a lovelier sight in my life.” Ryan at her left ear.
“Ry? I have to get this one thing out of the way and then I’m good to go.” Parker at her right ear, with his heat at her backside, warmed her from knees to nape. Two hands slid down her sides and stopped at her hips. He shifted and a muscled wall brushed the backs of her legs. Something, a finger maybe, traced the bow’s tail, marking a trail of tingling sensation along the way.
A sharp bite nipped the bottom curve of one ass cheek. An open-mouthed kiss lessened the sting, and the vibrations of a low moan rumbled through her. “Couldn’t resist, I can’t get past the sight of this delicious ass. I had to have a sample. I can’t believe something so beautiful belongs to us.” Large hands palmed her cheeks and rubbed, separating the globes. “I have to say I did fine job of selecting your gift. I have never seen a sexier sight in my life. You see, this is why Ryan and I get along so well. One look at your sexy ass covered in nothing but this little strip of lace and I’m ready to throw all my good intentions out the window.” A lone finger ducked under said strip and ran a slow glide from the top of the thong, almost to the bottom. The fabric in the front pulled tight, making a decadent friction rub against her clit.
“He’s willing to indulge my impatience to a point but then he reins me in, making sure we stay on track. Right about now, he’s giving me the evil eye. Mine are still fixed on your ass, but I know he’s got that one funky eyebrow arched higher than the other while he waits for me to comply. Do you know why I am willing to let him take the lead? In the bedroom he has a one-track mind and I can guarantee whatever he’s planned will make both our suffering worthwhile. Every part of
you will receive more pleasure than you think you can handle.”
“You should take another look at the front view. These breasts are to die for,” Ryan whispered it into her ear while a finger traced the top of the bodice. “Remove the corset, Lacey. It’s beautiful on you, but I prefer your nudity. Nothing compares.”
On a shaky breath she began with the topmost hook. Cool air brushed a kiss over each section of skin she revealed. The brush of satin over her nipples was replaced with warm, wet suction the instant her breasts were freed. Each sweet draw sent a duplicate ache directly to her pussy.
Without warning she was lifted and carried to the bed. Parker. She would know the breadth of those shoulders and the hand on her ass anywhere. Placed flat on her back, she forced the tension from her muscles and the questions from her mind. She’d given herself to them, it was time to let go and enjoy every touch.
“Give me your hands, love. Ryan won’t be satisfied until he ties someone up. Lucky you.” Giving her hands and her trust to Parker she let him position her arms above her head. “These ties are wide satin and shouldn’t chafe, as long as you behave.” The cool material was snug on her wrists, but not too tight.
Someone stripped her panties from her and hooked a thick arm under one leg, bending the knee and pulling it out to the side. Another arm mirrored the first and opened the other leg, spreading her open. Open and exposed, her pussy was completely bared to them both.
“Eventually we want to take you at the same time, in ways you’ve never been taken before, but you’re not ready for that quite yet. This pretty little asshole is just too tight for one of our big cocks. As tempting as it is to take this tight little opening of yours, we won’t hurt you.” Ryan painted dark and seductive images with his whispers.
“What we can do is prepare you. We’ll do whatever it takes to ensure your sweet body will take both of us. Together,” Parker, on a near growl, rumbled in her other ear.
From her breasts to her pussy, she was one quivering puddle of need, feeling both empty and full at the same time. Slick fingers found her ass and one digit pressed in, gaining entry. A decadent pressure took over as one finger turned into two.
A hot mouth closed over a nipple as something cold pushed lightly against her hole.
“Relax. Exhale.” The dark pressure increased, stretching her with an indescribable feeling. Not quite pain, but not exactly the pleasure she knew. Something cool and hard filled her. They’d plugged her. She’d read about it, seen the toys online, but never thought she’d actually have the experience.
“You’ll keep that in until I say otherwise. Each time you move and feel its presence, I want you to think of either Parker or I filling your ass with a hard cock.”
Someone licked her other nipple and a soft touch whispered over her clit. Wet, achy, and wanton, she couldn’t control the arch that bowed her body. A light smack landed on her pussy in warning. Behind the blindfold, in the dark, she assumed the punishment came from Ryan.
“Hold still. You’ll get Parker hot and bothered if you keep flashing that pretty pussy at him. He’s already drooling.”
“Too late. She had me hot and bothered the moment she opened the door.”
She heard Ryan’s exasperated sigh.
“Have at it then.” A hot mouth closed over her pussy. His tongue slid up her in one slow, sinful glide and then circled her clit. Long, lazy strokes continued to lap up her juices while two fingers held her clit hostage in easy grip. Using barely enough pressure to keep her on the edge, he held the bud, without giving her enough pressure to push her off the edge of orgasm.
Someone took her mouth in a hard kiss. Ryan. Deep and possessive, she knew his mouth like she knew her own.
Mindless with pleasure, helpless in their control she could go nowhere except for where they took her. She could have only what they gave her.
The sounds of rustling reached her ears the same time Parker pulled away from her pussy. He released one leg then met her mouth in a decadent kiss, his flavor mixed with hers in a sensual blend of heat and spice.
The blunt tip of a cock rubbed over her clit and then paused, notched perfectly at the opening to her body. The thick member pushed in, gliding along her slick tissue, filling her with an incredible pleasure.
Dim light filled her vision as the blindfold disappeared. Someone had turned off the lights and only the gray light of a stormy day leaked through the filmy curtains, but her eyes locked on the man above and inside her. Ryan. Dark, intense, unreadable, his gaze never left hers as he took up an intense pounding rhythm, pushing her closer to the edge of bliss. The always intense feeling of his large cock, added to the additional sensation of the plug, multiplied the sensations tenfold.
“Suck me. Take my cock in your mouth.” Parker’s voice at her side sounded tense, strained. Unable to remove her locked gaze from Ryan’s, she turned her head a fraction and took the head of Parker’s cock into her mouth.
Pounding harder, faster, Ryan gripped her ass in a tight hold and tilted her hips just so. He rubbed a thumb over her clit and bumped her G-spot with his cock. She orgasmed on a sharp gasp, her body tensing tight and releasing in an explosive rush. Parker pulled back allowing Ryan the room to wrap his arm under her arched spine and crush her tight to his chest. Breaking eye contact, he tucked his head into her neck, bucked, and groaned. On a shudder, he pressed a kiss to her neck and pulled out.
Parker gave him a quick, questioning look and took his place between her legs and slipped on his condom. With one hand at the juncture of her leg and pussy and the other on his erect, straining cock, he moved in and slid home in one smooth thrust. Rocking his hips in an even, unrelenting gait, he reawakened her still sensitive body.
Thrust after thrust, he merged his body with hers, taking her with him as he raced toward climax. The delicious friction of his cock rasping across her swollen, hypersensitive core sent her spiraling into a second orgasm. Parker pushed deep inside, tight against the plug, then groaned low and deep. Her pussy spasmed, clenched, and released in a bright release.
Parker pulled out, freed her arms, and removed the condom. He snuggled close behind her back, wrapped an arm around her waist, and held her as if everything were right with the world.
It would have been except one thing was missing. Ryan.
Chapter 19
Through the kitchen sink window, Parker watched the rain come down in a slow but steady drizzle through the grim midday light. If the latest forecast proved correct, the rain would end by early evening. By tomorrow morning the creek would be low enough that he could get back to town and his investigation.
“Lacey, I’m almost finished cleaning up here, why don’t you pick one of the movies I brought up? I’ll put one in before we go stir-crazy.” Being cooped up in the cabin was taking its toll on him and he hadn’t even been here the entire weekend. He couldn’t imagine Ryan’s frustration.
His friend continued to sit with his back to them at the table and pretend to write. And though he stared at a monitor full of words, his fingers hadn’t moved in hours. Typically when the man was up to his nose in a new manuscript, a hurricane couldn’t slow his progress.
He doubted the man had written more than two paragraphs in the last hour.
He’d barely spoke two words during lunch and he wasn’t the only one who noticed. Lacey had initially tried to draw him into the conversation but hadn’t found any success. Ryan was pulling away again and the idiot would screw up the best thing to ever happen to him if he didn’t get his head out of his ass. No doubt he had come up with some asinine reason to keep himself from what he truly wanted and needed, but this wouldn’t do.
“Did you bring anything other than guy movies?” Lacey crinkled her nose as she looked through the small stack of DVDs beside the TV.
“Guy movies? Those are all Nick Andrews movies. Everybody loves Nick Andrews, especially women.”
“He’s great to look at, but there’s nothing but blood and gore in them. He needs to br
oaden his audience.” She shook her head and put one in the player.
“Broaden his audience? Women from the ages of two to one hundred and two adore him. He’s supposed to be the ideal man.”
She released a snort so loud it shocked him, then made him laugh.
“Ideal? He’s sexy as sin and has more money than I could ever hope to spend in a lifetime, but he’s probably a jerk. Scandal is his middle name. The only quality on my list of ideal traits lower than cheating is lying. Then again the two go hand in hand. No, thank you.”
“What qualities make up your ideal man, then?” He sat beside her on the couch and handed her a bowl of popcorn.
“All I want is someone who is honest and considerate. You’d think I was looking for the holy grail of men.”
The urge to pummel the yet-to-be-investigated Rob hit him hard. No question, he’d done a number on Lacey. When he got back into town Monday morning he’d check in with Dean for any updates on their case. The second item involved a lot of digging for dirt on Rob. His gut told him there was plenty waiting for him.
“If you could create your ideal man, surely you wouldn’t stop there. What would he look like?” He prayed he wasn’t shooting himself in the foot here.
“Truly, looks aren’t even in the top ten qualities I’d choose. No doubt it’s a bonus when someone is easy on the eyes and the chemistry burns hot, but I’d rather have a confident man who doesn’t shy away from commitment.”
“And in the bedroom? What traits would you choose there? You can’t deny the importance of intimacy in any relationship.” He was in a sad state. Staging a hypothetical conversation with Lacey had given him a hard-on the size of a baseball bat, while Ryan continued to sit and stare at his laptop screen, only adding more irritation to his mess of feelings.
When she nibbled on her lower lip he knew he had her. She had a secret in there and he needed her to reveal it like he needed his next breath. But what if he was wrong and her wants weren’t what he hoped? Everything he planned could crumble. And how did he get her to spill whatever delicious thoughts spun inside her head?
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