Hero Undercover: 25 Breathtaking Bad Boys

by Annabel Joseph

  She didn’t want to care for them. But his tenderness after the storm was almost more than she could bear.

  “You have five minutes to recuperate, then we need to get dressed and head to the docks,” Patrick commanded.

  “Whatever you say, Sir,” she replied as she breathed deeply, bringing her heartrate back to normal.

  She wondered if he would uphold his end of the bargain. If Patrick thought for one second she was going to let it go, boy would he be surprised. Sherry didn’t complain when he pulled her up out of bed minutes later and checked her stitches, putting a fresh bandage over them, nor when he started tossing her some of his clothes to wear on the ride home, with hers being bloody and torn from the other night.

  They left the hotel after Nick and Patrick had double checked that they had everything, Sherry walking with each man flanking her. Even after her tussle and near miss yesterday, she wasn’t afraid of stepping out onto the street. If there was anything these two Doms would do, it was protect her. She’d bet her life on it.

  Chapter 7

  Patrick corralled Nick and Sherry back to the villa. The whole op on the island had turned into a disaster. How could they protect Sherry from their work when she was clearly involved now? He rubbed the spot over his chest. It did make him feel good that she had chosen submitting to them, belonging to them over ending her punishment. She’d done precisely as he had asked. And he wouldn’t be forgetting that act of loyalty anytime soon.

  “Cruz wants a report in an hour, Trick,” Nick said.

  Fuck. Of course, he did.

  “Let’s get to work,” Patrick replied.

  “Wait a second. You promised. Now that we are back here in the villa, explain.” Sherry crossed her arms over her chest. She truly did remind him of a Viking goddess ready to lead men into battle.

  “As you might have surmised, we are undercover and using Pleasure Island as a base of operations,” Patrick said.

  “Yeah, I got that part.”

  “What is spoken here is not to be repeated, not to your girlfriends, or family or anyone. There are people’s lives at stake,” Patrick said, with more force than he intended but he needed to drive home the serious nature of what they were dealing with. He understood more than most how awful it felt when someone you loved was never found and you had no idea what happened to them.

  “I’m not an idiot. I get that this isn’t something I can mention, but I do expect honesty from you both,” she said.

  Patrick exchanged a look with Nick before he continued. This little sub would keep them on their toes. Nick was in complete agreement, judging by the expression on his face.

  “We’ve spent the last year and a half investigating a sex trafficking ring. We finally narrowed down the point of origin to here in the Bahamas. Which is why we needed a base here.”

  “Sex trafficking? Really?”

  “You’d be amazed at how many disappearances could be attributed to that. We’ve been working with the island government to track them down. We know that women fitting your description have gone missing in droves.”

  “You don’t think the men from the other night…” Sherry said, fear entering her gaze for the first time.

  “That’s exactly what we think, precious. That’s why it was so imperative that you talk to us before making such a rash decision,” Nick said, grumbling a bit, still miffed over her Houdini act at the shelter.

  Patrick was, too, but it was in the past and Sherry was smart enough not to repeat a mistake like that, especially once they had driven home the serious nature of the case.

  Sherry leaned back against the kitchen counter, and asked, “And Jared already knows all this?”

  Patrick answered her before Nick could. He wanted to direct this anyway. He said, “Yep. He’s been meeting with all the Doms who visit the island. Warning them anytime they head to Nassau to keep an eye out on their subs. All the boat captains know to keep an eye out, as well. He knows why we are here. In fact, he was the one who offered us a spot to coordinate from.”

  Sherry assimilated the information, chewed it over in her mind and had an idea. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the thought. Before she could change her mind, she blurted out, “Then use me as bait.”

  Nick and Patrick both wore stunned expressions for all of two seconds.

  Nick snarled, “Out of the question.”

  They needed her on this assignment. If these people were targeting women who fit her description, the logical choice was to have her act as bait. She shrugged and said, “Fine. Maybe your superior—what was his name, Cruz? —won’t mind using me… if you won’t do it.”

  “Fuck, she has a point.” Patrick ran a hand through his sun kissed tan hair.

  “There’s no point in talking about this. It’s a bad idea and the answer is no.” Nick gave them both an angry glance then stomped away up the stairs, muttering to himself. Something about fools and those who follow them.

  Patrick still hadn’t moved. There was a light in his slate eyes. He said, “I’ll talk to him.”

  “You know you guys need me on this.”

  Patrick tugged her into his arms. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, then said, “We do need you. More than you realize.” Then he gave her a quick kiss. “Relax, have some lunch. We’ll be down as soon as we can.”

  “I have work to do, Sir. I’m on the schedule and have rooms that need to be cleaned.”

  “No, you don’t. I called in your injury. Jared wants you to take the day off so you don’t injure yourself further.”

  She rolled her eyes. It was a scratch. And okay, it was a scratch with stitches, but she was a woman. She had menstrual cycles that were worse than this.

  “Okay, do you mind if I take the cart to my place so I can get some of my things?” She gestured along her body. “As much as I don’t mind wearing your clothes, Sir, I would prefer my own.”

  “Hurry back,” Patrick said. He kissed her forehead and then released her.

  Sherry headed out, needing the fresh air and a moment to collect her thoughts. She took their cart, figuring that she might need it to carry her things with her.

  What was she going to do about them? Her Doms? And suddenly, they were hers, wonder of wonders. She and Nick had had a connection from the start, but as their connection was deepening, he had begun pulling back. Patrick had been standoffish from the start. Oh, he liked screwing her and disciplining her, sure, but he hadn’t tried to forge a deeper connection.

  But somehow her attack had altered that and now she had some real feelings for Patrick. She had feelings for both of them. And she hated that. Sherry had had enough bad things happen in her life that she was still wondering when the rug was going to get pulled out from underneath her. That was typically what happened, just when she thought she was on solid footing, life would deal her a nasty surprise.

  At her apartment, she packed a bag with toiletries, her make-up, a few club outfits, and everyday clothing. Funny how she didn’t miss this little apartment. It was nice and all, but it had never really felt like home. She enjoyed the villa.

  She switched off the lights as she left and drove back to Nick and Patrick’s place. In a bizarre twist of fate, she realized she wanted to thank Jared for not being interested in her and making her pay for her bratty actions. She’d been such a nitwit. But it was part of her personality. She was single-minded almost to the point of obsession when she set her mind on something.

  She parked the cart and took the stairs up to the deck entrance.

  The door to the second floor was open and she tiptoed up the stairs. At least they weren’t hiding it from her anymore.

  “Are you fucking serious, agents? Do you have any idea how bad this looks?”

  “Sir, there was a tourist who was attacked whom we rescued so it wasn’t a total loss. But there was enough devastation after Catalina.”

  “I’ve read your reports, Agent Santos, but while you were pursuing one, another six women vanished. That
is six too many.”

  “Sir, we will fix it,” Patrick said.

  “I’d like to know how, because as it is, I’m of a mind to pull you out and get my other operatives engaged.”

  Sherry entered the room and pointed at herself. Patrick and Nick spotted her the moment she entered. She mouthed at them, pointing her thumb at her chest. Use me as bait. Tell him.

  “We think we have an angle, Sir. We are still working the kinks out and will get back to you on it,” Patrick said, and she smiled. She couldn’t help it. For most of her life she had been looked at as useless, pretty fluff. Even the Doms she had been with before these two had never considered her useful for anything but bedroom activities. It warmed Sherry’s heart in ways she didn’t expect.

  “I want an update in twenty-four hours or I will re-assign you both.” Then the line went dead.

  “What the fuck are you two thinking?” Nick snarled, standing up. “You,” he pointed at Sherry, “shouldn’t be in here.” Then he rounded on Patrick. “Are you seriously going to put her life in jeopardy so you can get another accolade?”

  “That’s not it and you know it. If you thought with your head instead of your prick for just a moment, you would see that it has merit,” Patrick said.

  “I can’t get on board with this. I won’t. You’ll have to find yourself a new partner if you do this.”

  “Nick, seriously, don’t be like that. She’s the best lead we’ve had so far. We can track her every move and figure out where they are taking all the women.”

  “She doesn’t have any training. You’d be putting her out in the field unarmed and at their mercy. What happens if we don’t get to her in time? Will you be able to live with it? I know damn sure I won’t.”

  “Um, if I could butt in here?” Sherry said. “Nick, I know it’s a risk. I also know that if it were me and I was taken like these other women, I would hope every day that there was someone brave enough to do whatever they had to do to rescue me. I’m not saying I’m not afraid. I would be an idiot if I weren’t, but I trust you and Patrick to come for me. I know you won’t let me down.”

  Nick gave her a stare and shivers raced along her back. Then he shook his head. “I’m not going to be party to this. I don’t agree with it. It’s a mistake.” Then he left the room, his footsteps clomping down the stairs. She heard the back door slam and winced.

  Patrick was still in his office chair, giving her a once over. “You sure you want to do this?”

  “Yes. But Nick will never agree to it. You heard him.”

  “I think you’re our best shot of finding this location. How much do you trust me?”

  “With my life.”

  A satisfied gleam entered his eyes. “That should be enough. Now, here’s what I want you to do tonight. I need you to seduce the hell of out Nick.”

  “Why?”

  “Because once he is out from your exertions, I will give him a mild sedative. It will wear off. It’s just so that we can leave without him stopping us. I need to give Derek a call, and set up an early morning run. We leave at six. Now, I have some finer details to work out. Why don’t you go down and keep Nick company?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Sherry said, her belly tightening. She was going to deceive one of her Doms. It wasn’t like she didn’t know it was the right thing to do. But she still felt horrible about it and prayed that he would forgive her eventually. When the time came, she’d even give him the switch to discipline her with if it would help.

  Chapter 8

  Nick was livid. He wanted to punch the daylights out of Trick for even suggesting that they risk Sherry’s life. It had taken him a lifetime to find the perfect sub and now Trick wanted to put her life in jeopardy.

  No fucking way would he let that happen. It went against every fiber of his being as a Dominant. He would protect Sherry with his life if it came to it, take a bullet for her. But he wouldn’t put her in the line of fire intentionally.

  The door opened behind him and he tensed. If he had to fight them both, make Sherry not want to be with him in order to protect her, he would. Her arms slid around his waist and his eyes closed as pleasure spread through him. She put her chin against his back and just held him.

  “You’re not going to convince me to let you be a part of this investigation, precious, so don’t even try.”

  “I know. I just don’t want you angry with me,” Sherry murmured.

  “Just give me a bit, and I’ll be in.”

  “Or,” her hands cupped his dick through his pants and his eyes closed, “I can take your mind off it entirely.”

  She squeezed his shaft, stroking through the fabric. And Christ, she felt so damn good. He drew her around his body until she was standing before him. And the woman, bless her, wasn’t wearing a goddamn thing except nipple rings. His hands went directly to her gorgeous tits, thumbing her engorged peaks.

  She mewled into his touch. If he didn’t know better, he would say… and then she slipped to her knees before him, pulled his shorts down and freed his cock. She licked her pretty lips as she grasped the hilt and gazed at him with lust clouding her gaze.

  Before he could issue an order, her tongue darted out and laved over the crest. He hissed, gripped her head, and moaned as she took him inside her mouth. All other thoughts escaped him as she swallowed his shaft. Her mouth closed around him and he could only thrust and enjoy. She had a fucking awesome mouth. She knew just how to suck his cock. Fast, deep strokes that drove him wild, and then she would clamp her lips around the head, flicking her tongue over his crown before switching back and forth. Her hands moved with her mouth. One cupped his balls, rolling the orbs and teasing his perineum. She was the most sensual creature he’d ever had the pleasure to fuck. And he wanted to have her forever.

  Then she moved her mouth and sucked on his testes while her hands continued to stroke him and he thought he had died and gone to heaven. At length she stopped, her chest heaving, the nipple rings swaying. She stood and turned around, leaning her upper body against the deck ledge. Her hands pulled apart the succulent globes of her ass and what he saw almost made him come on the spot.

  “Do you like it?” she teased over her shoulder.

  “I fucking love it.”

  “I wore it just for you, Sir.”

  He gripped her ass in his hands and stared at the jeweled butt plug. “You’re trying to unman me. I’m almost creaming and I haven’t even slid my cock into your sweet cunt yet.”

  “Well, what are you waiting for, Sir?”

  “I haven’t a clue.” He lined up the head of his cock with her pussy, loving the feel of her plump folds as they cradled his member. Gripping her hips, he slammed inside her in one hard thrust. She moaned, her body clasping at his cock. He strained at the taut feel of her tissues around his shaft. Her pussy was what heaven felt like. And then he established a brutal pace. He wanted her to know who her Dom was, make sure she understood that no matter what actions he had to take to protect her, even if it meant leaving her, that he would leave an indelible mark on her. No one would fuck her the way he and Patrick did.

  Her moans floated on the air around them as he pounded, flicking a finger against the plug. He did it again and again as he rammed himself inside her. He knew that he was being brutal in his thrusts but she loved it, he could tell by the way her body responded, throwing her hips back, the curved arc of her spine, and the sounds coming out of her throat.

  He could fuck her for the rest of his life and want for nothing more. God, he loved seeing the way she responded to his touch, the way her pussy fit him like a silken glove. He loved… her.

  “Come, precious, come for me,” he commanded, feeling his own climax begin as his balls tightened, his cock stiffened, and his semen raced up his shaft like soldiers charging the front lines.

  “Oh god, Sir, yes.” Sherry wailed, her body contracting around his shaft as he pounded his cock inside her. He shot his load in a seemingly unending stream.

  “Precious,” he roared,
his head tossed back as he thrust almost involuntarily until he was finished. He was spent. He didn’t withdraw from her yet but pulled her up until her back was flush against his front. He turned her face and kissed her, pouring the emotions that he wasn’t ready to speak into his caress. And she returned his kiss. Christ, the woman made his knees tremble. She was a goddess among subs, and he knew there would never be another like her.

  Behind him, Patrick started clapping. “That was quite the show. If you’re finished, dinner’s ready. And then it’s my turn.”

  Nick shook his head. Only Patrick could turn one of the best screws of his life into something even better—the fact that he would get to watch Trick screw Sherry’s brains out. And then he planned to be balls deep in Tricks ass tonight. Turnabout was fair play.

  He withdrew his softening shaft from Sherry’s buttery folds, readjusting his shorts, and said, “What do you say, precious, are you hungry?”

  The look she gave him made his belly clench. “Starving, and not just for food.”

  He gave her a pat on the ass and then followed her inside. Dinner took a bit longer than he thought it would, but that was because he and Trick took turns eating her succulent cunt—as they fed her, of course. She had a voracious sexual appetite large enough to satisfy both of them.

  Would she forgive him if they set her aside for the time being until the case was resolved? After dinner, Trick chased Sherry into the bedroom, her peals of laughter filling the space, and then her moans as Trick fucked her hard.

  Nick could see how it could be between them and it tore him up inside that he would be the one to have to say goodbye. That he would have to convince Trick to do the same. When Sherry held out an arm, beckoning him into bed with the two of them, he couldn’t turn away. It was the last night he would put her in harm’s way. Tomorrow they would have to end it, but for tonight, he slid into his lovers’ arms and gave them every piece of him he had left.

  It was quite some time before they all fell asleep, exhaustion winning out over sexual prowess. But Sherry was cuddled up against Nick as his eyes closed, and he was more replete and at peace than he had ever been.