I Spy a Dark Obsession sa-3

by Jo Davis

  Jeri gave him a slack-jawed look. “Off the record, I’ll bet.”

  That was a bit too close to the truth, so he led them to the door and let them in. “Shall we?” Simon, impeccably dressed though it was nearly eleven, met them in the foyer.

  “Good evening, sir. Your outing was a smashing success, then?” To his credit, he didn’t even blink to find two women on his boss’s arm.

  “It was. Could I get champagne, strawberries, and warm chocolate brought to my suite?” He made his request simple, seeing as Mrs. Beasley had gone home hours ago.

  “Right away. Will that be all?”

  “Yes. After you bring the tray, I won’t need you any more this evening.”

  “Very good, sir.”

  “Thank you, Simon.”

  The butler paused and for a second Michael thought he caught a hint of reproach in the elderly man’s eyes. Then he turned and strode for the kitchen, dignified as usual, leaving Michael to think he must’ve imagined the man’s disapproval.

  Shaking off a wave of irritation, he showed the ladies upstairs. He was a grown man, for God’s sake, and didn’t require anyone’s permission to indulge in a tryst in the privacy of his own home. Which didn’t explain why he was vastly relieved that he didn’t encounter Bastian on the way to his room.

  Pushing aside an uncomfortable feeling very much like guilt, he closed the door to his suite behind them and got a kick out of watching the two go over every square foot of bedroom, sitting area, and bathroom, squealing about this and that.

  “A butler!”

  “I know! All proper and English, too, just like the dude from that old Arthur movie.”

  “Jeez, look at this shower! A football team could fit in here.”

  “You would know.”

  “Oh, shush!”

  More giggling. He kicked off his boots, letting them explore to their hearts’ content. They had all night. While they were occupied, he stashed his weapons so he didn’t frighten them into sending out a distress call to the brother. A soft knock sounded on the door, and he opened it to find Simon balancing their tray of goodies.

  “Just put it on the table in the sitting area.”

  The old man completed the task gracefully and then gestured to the sealed bottle. “Shall I pour?”

  “No, I’ve got it. Thanks.” He clapped the man on the shoulder. “I’ve kept you up too late, my man. Get yourself to bed.”

  Simon’s lips quirked. “I daresay I won’t have quite the same enlightening experience as you, sir.”

  “You old dog,” he said, laughing. Simon rarely joked, and when he did, he was funny.

  The man lifted his chin, giving Michael an imperious look down the length of his nose. “Indeed. I possessed quite the bite in my day. Good evening.”

  “Good night.”

  He shut the door again and locked it for good measure, trying to imagine Simon as a young Englishman carousing in London. The picture wouldn’t form.

  “Michael?”

  He swung his gaze around to see the twins emerge from his bathroom, stripped to their lacy black bras and panties. Thoughts of Simon left his brain along with all his blood — which promptly headed south. His cock revived and his body hummed in anticipation. He was so damned hungry, and right now nothing mattered more than sating himself all night long, until he lay limp and exhausted. He’d go until his recovering body could no longer hold up, and then they’d sleep, hopefully going another round in the morning.

  “Gorgeous,” he murmured. “Champagne?”

  “Please,” Jeri said, and her sister nodded.

  Uncorking the bottle, he poured them each a flute and filled plates with strawberries and drizzles of warm chocolate sauce. Taking his flute and plate, he walked to the side of the bed and set them on the nightstand while he turned the covers back. “Treats like these were meant to be enjoyed in comfort. Don’t you think?”

  Eagerly, they hurried to the massive bed and crawled onto it, careful not to spill their drinks or fruit. He didn’t bother to tell them they needn’t worry — he planned for the three of them to make a very big mess in this bed before their time together was done.

  “You’re too dressed,” Jackie complained good-naturedly.

  “Then I’d better fix that.” Slowly, he peeled off his shirt, bracing himself for the worst of their curiosity. The women gasped, and Jeri moved to the edge of the bed, reaching out to feel each of the scars on his chest and abdomen.

  “Are those… from bullets?”

  “Yes, they are. I have a dangerous job.”

  “This one was so close to your heart,” Jackie breathed, her questing fingers joining the tentative exploration.

  His breath hitched. God, he’d missed a woman’s touch, not to mention the attention. “Too close. Actually, the one in my stomach is what nearly killed me. It took hours of surgery to put me back together. I’ve just recently recovered.”

  “Ooh, poor baby.” Jeri’s lower lip stuck out in a cute pout that struck Michael as being completely sincere.

  Not only did he lust after these two, he genuinely liked them. “It’s okay. I’m much better now.” Until Dietz makes another move. But he slammed the lid on that intrusive thought.

  “We’re glad,” Jackie said. “And we’re going to help you celebrate. Get naked and climb in.”

  The two sultry beauties made way for him as he peeled off his socks and then his leather pants. He’d worn no underwear, and his cock sprang free, pointing the way to bliss. He crawled between them and propped himself against the headboard, reveling in how they snuggled against each side of him, sipping the bubbly and plucking the strawberries from the plates in their laps to nibble on them.

  “It occurs to me that you two are the ones overdressed now,” he pointed out.

  “We want you to take off the rest,” Jeri said. Dabbing one finger in the chocolate sauce, she smeared it over one of his nipples and began to lick it off with leisurely flicks of her tongue.

  “Sounds like a plan.” He moaned as Jackie gave the other nipple the same treatment. “Damn, that feels good.”

  Jeri made a low noise of satisfaction. “You like?”

  “Hell, yeah.”

  Jackie piped up. “I’m thinking this chocolate tastes better on him than on the strawberries. What do you think, sis?”

  “I believe you’re right, for once.”

  Fuck, yes. I’m in heaven. Maybe I died after all.

  Grinning like an imp, Jeri scooted off the bed, and in seconds returned with the small silver bowl of sauce, complete with a small ladle.

  And that’s when things got very delightfully messy.

  Three

  I’m in hell. Christ, make it stop. Bastian rolled in bed and mashed the pillow over his head, trying to shut out the incessant giggling. When he’d heard the muted roar of the Camaro and realized Michael was home, he’d intended to talk to him, to attempt to mend the awkwardness between them. Halfway down the stairs, he halted, glued in place by Simon’s greeting and Michael’s request for champagne and strawberries.

  For one stupid moment, he’d allowed himself to dream.

  After hurrying back to his room, he’d listened and had his second-worst fear confirmed. Michael, the idiot who’d gone out without an armed escort, was home safe — but not alone. The knowledge crushed his chest in a ruthless grip, squeezing the breath out of him.

  If Dietz wasn’t out there somewhere, waiting for another shot at Michael, Bastian would leave. Not just this house, but the state. He’d give up his position working at Michael’s side, move away, and never look back. Maybe he still would, after Dietz was put behind bars.

  Until then, he was forced to keep his tears deep inside, where they cut like ground glass. Bleeding him slowly to death.

  Michael squirmed, beyond excited as Jeri scooped a spoonful of chocolate and began to drizzle the sauce from his chest to his belly. All over his turgid, leaking cock and aching balls.

  “Mmm, he makes a nice hot
-fudge sundae,” Jackie purred. She licked a trail of sauce streaking down his side.

  “Banana split,” her sister corrected, crawling between his knees to grasp his cock.

  One soft pair of lips suctioned a nipple while the other surrounded the spongy head of his cock. He hissed in pleasure as wet heat slid down his shaft, laving off the slick syrup. Two mouths driving him crazy, slender fingers kneading his balls, until he couldn’t remain passive any longer.

  Gently, he pushed Jeri off his cock, ignoring her whine of protest. Sitting up, he reached around her and released the clasp on her bra, easing the straps forward. Her pretty breasts freed, he tossed the garment aside and cupped them, pinching the rosy nipples between his fingers. She moaned, leaning back to give him better access, and he bent, teasing one with his teeth and tongue.

  “Lie back and let’s get these off,” he said, reaching for the waistband of her panties. She raised her hips and he slid them down, tossing them. “Spread your legs.”

  Her knees parted to reveal slick, pink pussy lips and a small strip of pubic hair above, sculpted to accommodate her bikini line. Ordering her to stay there, he turned to Jackie and removed her undergarments as she wiggled in excitement. The twins were identical underneath their clothing, and he couldn’t wait to taste them both.

  Moving between Jeri’s slender legs, he reached for the bowl, which had tipped in all the activity, spilling some chocolate onto the sheets. He hardly cared. Grabbing it, he dribbled some on her pussy, the action reminding him of a baker icing a pastry. A treat for him to feast upon. He set the bowl aside and positioned himself on his hands and knees between her thighs. Spreading his knees wide, he bent to her, ass in the air.

  “Play with me, honey,” he said to Jackie. Then he flicked Jeri’s little clit, began to tongue the nub, relishing the smooth flavor of chocolate and woman. Parting the folds, he licked her slowly, hyperaware of her sister scooting on her back underneath him, between his spread thighs. Lining herself up with his cock.

  “Fuck my mouth, big guy.”

  Easing forward, he sank his length into that hot cavern, chills of pleasure dancing along his spine. “Damn! Yes, take it all, baby.”

  Manipulating his balls, she opened her throat for him like a pro, urging him on. All the way in, her nose buried in his groin, sucking him, throat muscles squeezing. Slowly he fucked her face and ate the sweet cunt spread for him. The decadent noises of them slurping, making little sighs and moans of delight, brought him closer to the edge of orgasm than he wanted to be.

  “Not yet,” he said hoarsely. “I want to fuck Jeri.”

  “What about me?”

  “Don’t worry, honey. You’re going to sit on my face while she rides me.” Shit, the image had him near exploding already.

  “Yes!”

  The three of them disentangled and Michael fetched a condom from the bedside drawer. While the pair argued over who got to put it on him, he performed the duty himself, sparing the women bloodshed. “Ready.”

  Jeri straddled his hips, and he struggled not to come as she sank onto his rigid cock. Beautiful. Her body taking him in, hugging him like a velvet glove. Nothing finer than being buried in a woman’s pussy. Except eating it.

  She began to fuck herself on his length while Jackie straddled his face. Gripping the headboard, she lowered herself to his waiting mouth. He nibbled and licked at first, teasing lightly, getting her there. It didn’t take long to drive her mindless, and soon she was moving, demanding more. He ate her then, sucking the needy flesh, savoring the juices coating his face.

  His balls tightened and he thrust up into Jeri with rapid strokes. Flesh slapped on flesh, bodies seeking and taking. Enjoying each other. So wicked and so fine.

  The orgasm sizzled in his balls and he couldn’t hold off. He shot hard with a shout, pumping furiously into his partner, and she joined him a second later. They rode the waves, and he remembered poor Jackie, trembling on the precipice because he’d gotten distracted. He latched on to her clit, working the nub, and it sent her flying in the throes of her own release.

  Drinking greedily, he thrust and sucked until the woman moved off him and collapsed. They lay replete, grinning like fools, covered in sticky chocolate and cum. He hadn’t felt so relaxed in days; this was exactly what he’d needed to get rid of that weird tension he’d been experiencing around Bastian. He was simply starved for pussy — nothing more.

  “Shower, sleep, and then rounds two and three,” he suggested. They ran giggling for the huge shower, and he followed, feeling pretty damned pleased with himself.

  His world — at least the part regarding his orientation — was right again.

  Life could go on.

  Close to dawn, Michael awoke wrapped in fresh sheets and warm females. They were spooned together with Jackie in front of him, Jeri behind. His cock had awakened first and rode Jackie’s ass, and it apparently liked the way she was rubbing her rear against his lap. Half-asleep and not wanting to spoil the spontaneous moment, he carefully reached over her for one of the several condoms he’d left on the nightstand.

  Fumbling, he opened the package and managed to cover himself. Smoothing a palm over one butt cheek, he dipped his fingers into the crevice between her thighs, urging her to spread for him. “Come on, sweet thing,” he whispered into her hair. “Let me in.”

  “Oh yesss…”

  She pushed back and he slipped into her pussy from behind. Gripping her exposed hip, he sheathed himself to the balls and began to move. Fucked her with languid strokes, increasing the tempo until his release gathered and shot from his balls. They shuddered together and went still, basking.

  He fell asleep still inside her.

  Bastian’s ears were bleeding.

  Groans, sighs, and thump, thump, thump. All goddamned night long. Out of all the people in the house who didn’t sleep last night, he was the one who’d had the least fun. One word from Michael and things could get ugly, fast. With any luck, the asshole and his new friends were still comatose.

  Shower and coffee. Lots of coffee, the only morning food that mattered.

  Dressed in one of his best dark blue suits, white shirt, and tie, he jogged downstairs, a man on a mission. Fill the travel mug, be nice to Simon and Mrs. Beasley, and get the hell out of Dodge. Simple.

  Would’ve been a great plan if Michael and two dazzling beauties weren’t huddled around the breakfast table, laughing, sipping orange juice, and nibbling croissants, having a splendid time. That Michael wasn’t an inconsiderate lover who kicked his bed partners to the curb at sunrise didn’t make Bastian feel one fucking bit better.

  “Homicidal” is the word of the day, brought to you by the letter H.

  Jesus. His attempt to sneak past the alcove where they were gathered was foiled by a friendly chirp.

  “Oh, hello! Michael, introduce us.”

  Bastian stopped in the doorway and faced the group, stifling a snarl.

  “Yes, who’s your friend? God, he’s a cutie!”

  So were the women, a fact he’d appreciate so much more were they not adorably rumpled and glowing from multiple climaxes. Bastian skewered Michael with a withering stare, and the man’s smile dimmed. Bastian remained silent, content to let him fumble.

  “I, um, these are my… this is Jeri and Jackie,” he said weakly, waving a hand at them. “Girls, this is my best friend, Bastian.”

  He had to admit, they were pretty cute, and gazing at him in open curiosity with guileless expressions on their identical faces. Despite his hurt, he didn’t have the heart to be rude to them. “Ladies, my pleasure.”

  The one with red streaks in her hair swatted Michael’s shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell us you had a supersexy best friend in the house? We should’ve invited him to play!”

  Bastian raised a brow at Michael as if to say, And why didn’t you?

  A flush colored Michael’s cheeks. “Well, I—”

  “Maybe Bastian doesn’t like the group scene, dingbat,” her sister said.
Then she gave Bastian a speculative, hungry look. “Do you?”

  Uh-oh. Caught like a three-legged antelope in a race with a lioness. He was in love with Michael, not dead. His best friend looked ready to disappear… And suddenly Bastian was enjoying himself.

  He gave her a wicked grin. “Which sister are you?” he asked the one who’d posed the question.

  “I’m Jackie.”

  “Actually, Jackie, I love group scenes. I love sex, period, with both women”—he shot Michael a pointed, heated look—“and men.” Let them assume what they would.

  Jackie beamed. “Oh, wow!”

  “Damn, I’ll bet that’s hot!” Jeri’s wide-eyed gaze bounced between him and Michael, brimming with speculation. And lust. “Can we watch? Please?”

  The flush on Michael’s face deepened to the color of an eggplant. Bastian turned on the full force of his charm, taking evil delight in his friend’s discomfort. He’d feel bad later. Much later.

  “Oh, I think our friend here might be a teensy bit shy about that sort of thing. He’s still in the closet, you know,” he said in a conspiratorial voice.

  The girls nodded in tandem. “Hey, no problem,” Jeri said. But neither of the sisters could hide their disappointment.

  “I’m not in the closet,” Michael said stiffly. His protest was ignored.

  “Perhaps another time?” Bastian suggested in answer to Jeri’s suggestion. He glanced at his friend. Was it possible for a person’s head to explode?

  “Sure!” they squealed together.

  “Michael has our number,” Jackie informed him.

  “I’m sure he does.” He gave them a wink. “Unfortunately, I have to run. One of us has to bring home the bacon, so to speak. Until next time?” He blew a kiss at Michael. “Later, sweetie.”

  The women chorused their enthusiastic agreement while Michael sat in angry silence. And no wonder, with the ideas Bastian had planted in their pretty heads about their living arrangement. Michael was visibly furious that he’d insinuated they not only had sex, but were a permanent couple who played around.