“As a matter of fact…” He pressed her hand to his shoulder and angled her body toward the back booth and Logan Ross, who sat at the end of the bench seat, one brow raised. Then Joe Chavez’s hand slid over her rump, rucked up the edge of her skirt and rubbed the globe of her ass.
Sarah drew in a deep breath and glanced around the dance floor, but no one could see what he was doing. His large body blocked their view. Fingers slid between her cheeks, arrowing downward, sliding deeper between her legs until they touched the moisture spilling from her body.
“Answer seems a very wet yes. Baby girl, you gonna let us take care of you tonight?”
Sarah wanted to deny him. To prove her will was strong. But he thrust a single digit inside her and swirled it, and her knees nearly buckled beneath the wave of heat that suffused her body. A thigh nudged between hers, supporting her weight. She clung weakly to his shoulders.
“Come with us. Now.”
“I’ll come this second, if you’ll just go a little deeper,” she whispered.
A sexy chuckle shook the chest she cuddled closer to. “Don’t you want to know how we plan to tame you, kitten?”
Her heart stuttered. “Both of you?”
“At first. I think I need a little help getting the lessons across.”
She tilted up her chin. “I don’t need any lessons. I know how to fuck.”
“But you don’t know how to obey, do you?”
“Who says I want to learn to obey a man?” she said, weakening. Her body melted against his.
“You do,” he said swirling his fingers in the excitement spilling over his hand.
“I’m a little bored tonight. Maybe I’m just curious.”
“Whatever you want to call it. All I know is that when I challenge you, you melt like butter. The thought of a man taking charge of your body excites you. You want this.”
Before she could voice a response, his fingers pulled away and clasped her wrist again, tugging her toward the booth and Logan.
Logan scooted toward the wall, and she found herself sandwiched between the two men, but not before Joe pulled up her skirt high enough that her bare bottom slid across cool vinyl. “Wouldn’t want you to spoil your pretty skirt,” he murmured.
As if he cared about her clothing. She snorted.
Logan lifted his beer with one hand, the other settled between her legs. “Relax. No one can see a thing. Let me take care of you.”
Sarah stiffened. Relax? Her sex was drenched. Between Danny’s “helpful” naughtiness, Joe’s bossiness, and Logan’s gentle, but persistent pressure, she felt like all her defenses were slowly unraveling. Not a bad sensation, but she’d so wanted to be the one in charge tonight.
She settled her back against the squabs and slowly parted her legs.
Fingers stroked her inner thighs in lazy circles. “You get your bike out of the bushes?” Logan asked, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “No problems.”
“Can I get you folks something to drink?” Cody Westhofen sidled up next to the booth, his gaze dropping to where Logan’s hand disappeared. “I take it you won’t be staying long. Want me to get your tab?”
“What are doing here, anyway?” Sarah gasped, trying to close her legs, but Joe’s wide palm slid down to cup her inner thigh, preventing the move.
Cody’s crooked grin widened when she glared. “Tara’s short-staffed. And since she has to be here, I said I’d lend a hand.”
“Glad things are working out between you two,” Joe said. “She finally let you slip those knots?”
“Let’s just say, we take turns.” His chin jutted toward Sarah. “Looks like you both have a handful.”
“Appreciate the advice you gave me,” Joe murmured.
Sarah narrowed her gaze on Joe, and then lifted an embarrassed glance to meet Cody’s smiling face. “Men are such gossips.”
“Had to help out the deputy here. Can’t let the fairer sex think they have the upper hand.”
Joe lifted his beer in a rueful salute. “This one’s gonna wear the proof on her sexy little ass.”
Sarah’s breath caught.
“Wish I could be there to see it,” Cody said, smiling ruefully, “but Tara would have my balls.”
“I’ll be sure to give you all the juicy details.”
As Cody walked away laughing, Sarah dug her fingernails into two thick wrists. “Not funny guys. I’m not some blow-up doll. You were discussing me like I didn’t have a say in anything.”
“You don’t,” Joe said, his words clipped. “That’s what I’m trying to impress on you. From here on out, you’re mine.”
“Then why are you letting him finger me?” she said, jerking her head toward Logan.
“Because it’s what I want. And you’ll do whatever I ask.”
Sarah simmered. “Go to he—”
“Cody’s got our ticket ready,” Logan interjected.
“You go pay,” Joe said, sliding his hand away and standing beside the booth. “I’ll hustle her to the truck.”
“Maybe I’ve changed my mind,” she gritted out.
Joe’s eyes narrowed. “Do you want me to bend you over the table and let everyone here see how much you really want this?”
Sarah’s jaw fell open. The thought that he might follow through on his threat was horrifying. So, why was she sitting in a puddle of her own desire?
Chapter 3
Joe walked briskly toward his truck, not slowing his steps despite the steady flow of cursing from the woman teetering on heels behind him.
His blood had been simmering slowly ever since he’d spotted her strolling into the bar, chatting up her old beau, Danny “Dawg” Denton.
Then she’d deliberately baited him, encouraging Danny to slide up her skirt to give the room a peek at her creamy cheeks. In her tight little skirt and next-to-nothing top, she should have looked slutty. Instead, she seemed more like a little girl playing hard to be a grownup. Like a woman trying a little too hard to be bad.
Logan had laughed softly beside him. “Looks like she wasn’t waitin’ on your call for long. But the good news is, you read her like a book.”
With her soft bottom winking beneath her flirty skirt, he’d been out of his seat so fast he’d nearly toppled the table.
“Slow down, will you?” Sarah griped behind him, tugging against his firm grip.
He reached his truck, opened the passenger door, and turned to grip her waist.
“I can manage on my own,” she hissed.
“This is more fun, don’t you think?” he said, lifting her up and sitting her sideways at the end of the bench seat. He reached for the bottom of her skirt and rolled it upward.
Her hands reached to tug it down as he continued shoving it up.
“We can wrestle over this scrap of fabric,” he said, still seething inside, “but we both know you aren’t shy.”
“Maybe I don’t want to flash my vijajay to the entire parking lot.”
“Who’s gonna see? I want your skirt around your waist for the drive to Logan’s.”
Her face screwed into a fierce scowl, and then curiosity lent a gleam to her eyes. “Why Logan’s house and not yours?”
“Logan has better toys.”
Her blue eyes rounded. “Oh.”
“Better hurry it up,” Logan said, striding up behind him. “Dawg was making his way to the door.”
Joe flashed her a determined look. “Pull it up, or take the damn thing off. It wasn’t covering anything anyway.”
Sarah bit her lip and lifted her bottom as he slid up the skirt. Once again, her naked bottom settled onto a cool seat, this time leather.
“Get to the middle and straddle the stick.”
He darted out of the doorway, and Logan stepped up, arching an eyebrow until she flounced to the center and clumsily swung a leg over the stick shift mounted on the floor of the cab.
Joe slid behind the wheel. “Wave at Danny so he knows you�
��re all right. Don’t want him breakin’ down Logan’s door ’cause he thinks you might need rescuing.”
Sarah glanced through the windshield and saw Danny pushing through the double-swinging doors. She lifted a hand to wave, and he halted, his gaze narrowing on the two officers flanking her.
“Boyfriend?” Logan asked.
“Like you don’t already know.”
“Old boyfriend,” Joe amended. “But not the man for you—otherwise you wouldn’t be here now, would you?” Joe put the truck in reverse which forced her to widen her legs as he shifted the gear. “Comfortable?” he asked as he pulled onto the road leading the opposite direction from the town.
“You’re joking, right?”
“Logan!”
“Right,” Logan murmured then placed his hand between her legs again.
Deft fingers trailed up her knee, tickling her inner thigh, then pressed something cold between her folds.
She gasped and tried to wriggle away, but where could she go?
“Hold still,” Logan said. “I’m just putting a little metal egg inside you. Something to keep your mind busy.”
A low hum filled the cab as the egg vibrated.
“Jesus.” Her inner muscles clasped around it, forcing it out, but Logan pressed against the end to hold it in place.
“One of your toys?” she said, clenching her teeth against the riot starting between her legs.
“This toy’s for your pleasure.”
The emphasis on the word “your” didn’t pass her by. “This how you two spend your nights off? Double-teaming some poor girl?”
Logan draped an arm around her shoulders, while his fingers kept the egg lodged inside her. “No, tonight’s special.”
His thumb pushed the egg deeper, and the vibrations increased. Sarah couldn’t help but lean back in his embrace to tilt her pussy higher. Hoping the darkness of the cab would cloak her action, she slid fingers toward the top of her cunt and rubbed her clitoris.
Logan curled his fingers around hers and placed her hand on her bare thigh. “Much as we love proof you’re a horny little thing, you don’t get to come until we say so.”
She huffed. “That was crude.”
“You’re sitting in a truck with two men you barely know, and you just fingered yourself. Tell me you didn’t like it when I called you horny.”
Joe cleared his throat. “Anything you want to know about us, Sarah? We have the advantage here, seeing as how everyone in Paraiso has their own ‘Sweet Sarah’ tale to tell.”
Logan’s fingers smoothed down her thigh to cup her knee and pull it toward him, opening her wider.
Then Joe’s hand settled on her leg and smoothed upward toward her pussy.
She tensed as his fingers strummed her as though pressing piano keys. Then he circled the end of the egg protruding between her folds and pushed it deeper, his fingers following it inside.
Sarah’s hands came down on Logan’s and Joe’s thighs, and she dug her nails deep as she sank in the seat. They were doing it again. Pretending there was nothing extraordinary happening here. Just a conversation. “You know each other well?” she panted. “Did you know each other before you came here?”
“We’re both from San Antonio,” Joe said evenly. “Worked at different substations, but we liked the same clubs.”
His fingers filled her. Three of them—long and thick. “Bars?” she gasped.
“Private clubs,” Logan said. “Some drinking involved, but that wasn’t the draw.”
“What was…the draw?” she bit out as the vibrations increased.
“The scene,” Logan said, his hand slipping over her shoulder to palm her breast, his thumb starting a slow, wicked up and down glide that had her nipple beading hard. “I’m a Dom, Sarah. Do you know what that is?”
Dom? What? “Whips…chains?” she gritted out.
“I’ve used them, but it’s more than equipment.”
“More…” she groaned. Equipment, fingers—she didn’t care.
“Need me to decrease the vibrations?” he whispered. “Wouldn’t want you to lose your train of thought.”
“No! The more at the clubs…what did you mean?”
Logan bent closer to whisper in her ear. “I train submissives, sweetheart.”
“But you came here,” she gritted out. “Why? You’re not going to find women like that here… Into the kinkier stuff.”
Logan chuckled. “I find them everywhere I go. I was the one who first alerted Joe that you were a likely candidate.”
Sarah froze. “Well, your kink radar needs adjustin’. I don’t want to be submissive to any man.”
“Joe and I think otherwise. But I can understand you bein’ a little scared to admit it to yourself.”
“I’m not scared,” she said, but her voice lacked conviction—only because Joe was flicking her clit with this thumb.
“Sure, you are,” Logan said, his voice soft and sexy as warm silk. “And you’re incredibly aroused. You do know your entire body’s quivering, don’t you? That your pussy’s pulsing, sucking on the egg now. I can hear the wet noises you’re making.”
Lord, she’d hoped they couldn’t hear that. “It’s just the vibrations. I like dildos. Have a collection of my own.”
“Liar,” he said, amusement in his rumbling whisper. “Maybe you have toys, but you like this. Like the little thrill from fear of the unknown. You’re already wondering what it’ll be like to feel the flick of a lash.”
She moaned. “Are you guys gonna make me crawl around on my knees and call you Master?”
“Only if you need it.”
Another flick against her clit made her gasp. “How will you know…if I need that?”
“Our job is to figure out your needs. Introduce certain aspects of the life and see what works for you. Joe’s not a Dom. Not really. But he’s willing to do whatever you need to make you happy. To free you.”
Joe’s fingers withdrew and made lazy circles around her opening.
Sarah took a deep shuddering breath. “Anyone around here can tell you I’m already free. Free and easy.”
“Sweetheart,” Joe said, “You’ve been crying out for a man to take you in hand.” He lifted his to change gears.
Sarah straightened in her seat to have a look around, grateful to have a moment free of frisky fingers to gather her scattered thoughts and shore up wilting defenses.
He turned into a rural subdivision outside of town where the lots were several acres large. Plenty of privacy. Plenty of live oaks and mesquite trees to shut out curious gazes.
Joe brought the truck to a halt in front of a darkened house near the end of the street, with only one light from a distant house blinking in the distance.
“I’m going to go inside and get set up,” Logan said. “You and Joe can talk. Want me to take the egg, Sarah?”
She nodded wordlessly, and Logan slipped his fingers inside her to retrieve his toy.
Once the door closed behind him, she shifted her gaze to the stick shift between her legs.
Joe angled his shoulder to rest against his door and turned his body toward her. “Tell me something, Sarah.”
She sniffed. “I’m an open book. Obviously.”
“If you don’t want this, I’ll take you home. If you want me to stay with you when we get there, I’ll love you, however you want it. Straight up sex. But if you think you’d like to do a little exploring, see whether this is for you, we’ll go inside now. Thing is, if you walk through those doors, there won’t be any going back.”
Sarah swallowed. “Would you think me a coward if I chose to go home?”
Joe reached for her hand and enclosed it. “No. Your choice isn’t part of the game.”
“Will you be disappointed in me?” she asked in a little voice.
“Do you really care what I think?”
She stayed silent for a long moment. “I think I might,” she said, even more softly.
His lips twitched. “Never thought you were
a girl who didn’t know her own mind.”
Her gaze slid away. “This is all new. I haven’t ever…” She took another breath and tried again. “I haven’t had two men. I haven’t ever tried anything so extreme.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Fuck no.”
“Do you at least trust the fact that we won’t hurt you?”
Again, she shrugged. “You can’t be all that bad, or you never would’ve been hired. The town does pretty thorough background checks before they hire cops.”
“That’s right. There’s nothing to find. No skeletons in the closet. No bound and gagged women lying in my bed either.”
Sarah looked out the window toward Logan’s front door. “He said this isn’t your thing.”
“I’ve always been curious. I’ve experimented some. I can take it or leave it, but I wouldn’t be here now if I didn’t think you needed this.”
“What is it about me that makes you think I need this? Do I give off a freak vibe?”
“I’ll explain it to you later. Come inside?”
She turned to tangle her gaze with his. “Do I have to act happy about everything?”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t cuss me out at least once tonight.”
She frowned. “I can’t back out? I don’t get any safe words?”
“You won’t need them. If it’s too much, it’ll be in a good way. If it gets too heavy, I’ll make him stop.”
“You’re both going to have me? Fuck me? And you’re all right with that?”
Joe’s features grew taut. “I won’t share you ever again. And you won’t be flirting with other men either.”
Sarah let her eyelashes dip. “But flirting’s a biological thing—natural for me.”
“You’re going to learn some discipline, because I’m a jealous man. You need to learn to restrain your natural inclinations, except when you’re with me. Ready?”
“Sweet fuck,” she whispered.
“It will be. Promise.”
* * *
Joe heard the string of curses from the playroom and met Logan’s grin.
Joe grabbed his tackle box and strode through the playroom, not giving Sarah a single glance, and then sat at the table and opened his box.
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