Deadly Spurs

by Jana Leigh

  “Jazz,” Drew said in a warning voice.

  “Spank me later, now just do what I ask,” she smarted off, Drew held up two fingers, and she nodded.

  Rex was talking on the phone and the men were hovering when Arden finally blinked and sat up, pushing the covers off her and yelling loudly.

  “How the fuck could he do that?! No warning, like 'hey, A, when you open the safe my ashes will be staring you in the face'. He knows I hate surprises like that. I don’t do surprises, like ever. I hate them, he should have known. Maybe put up a fuckin' neon sign that said 'Duh, open with care,'” she said, walking around the room.

  None of them knew how to handle this. First, she was practically comatose, then she was ranting and raving. Jazz just kept agreeing with her and threw a few colorful words in with it until Arden finally realized someone else was involved in the conversation. She stopped and looked at Jazz who had just said.

  “Bastard, he was heartless.”

  Arden held a hand to her mouth and looked around the room in shock. “Uh…sorry, I possibly forgot to tell you when I get shocked with stuff, I have to process. It is kinda like shock, with a bit of bi-polar thrown in.”

  Rex snapped the phone shut. “Doc says it is good you are awake, if you need something call back. He will remain on call in case he needs to prescribe something.”

  “Like what? Valium. Okay let's see. This is Arden, this is Arden on drugs. Not a pretty sight, I can tell you first hand, I am not able to take anything like that, it has the opposite effect. So unless you want to see a raving lunatic on crack, you wouldn't call the doctor again. My therapist says everyone deals with an onslaught of information differently—this is just my way,” Arden said and shrugged.

  “Huh?” Rex said and looked at Jazz. “Does this sound familiar?”

  “Shut up,” Jazz drawled.

  “I shut down until I feel safe, that is good information to know,” Arden said slowly, waiting for West and Mason to say something.

  “When did you see a therapist?” Mason said quietly, he obviously thought it was when John had died and he left her.

  “Turn down the ego, boy. Therapist was from when I was in the foster home. I had some issues about my family, when we would talk about what happened I would shut down until John arrived. Then I let loose again,” Arden said.

  “Oh, nice,” West said and clapped his hands. “I thought we were going to have to send you to the locked ward. Apparently, all we have to do is build a padded room in the new house. Seems like it could come in handy.”

  Arden rolled his eyes and Jazz and her men announced that now the crisis was over they were leaving. Mason remained silent and stared at her intently.

  “I promise, just needed to sort through and then lose it of a minute. I am fine,” she said. “But I could us a little massage that I missed out on last night, and this morning.”

  Both men jumped and went for the bags, pulling out the necessary stuff while she walked into the bedroom and lay down. She swiped at the last tear that fell. She was going to be okay, another little bump, and she made it through. Her guys had to think she was a bit crazy right now, she wouldn’t be surprised if she lay here all night and waited for them to come in here. They were probably going to run.

  “Are there any other little quirks we need to be aware of. I mean the whole comatose thing freaked us the fuck out. If you see broccoli will you do something else,” West drawled as both men walked into the room.

  With a sigh she sat up, “Sorry, I know I made light of it but listen. When I was growing up, I internalized everything, because if I showed emotion, I got hit. When I went into foster care, I finally was able to express my emotions, not always at the appropriate time. So I went to therapy, we talked and we compromised. I would not internalize everything as long as I acknowledged I needed an outlet. John was that. I have been dealing for the last eight months. Sucking everything inside and tonight was the last straw. I have not done that since I was sixteen and my father showed up at the foster home and demanded I return home with him. They were having a renewal of their vows and I had to be there to complete their show. I refused, he hit me, and my foster dad called the police. It was traumatic. I thought I was cured. Apparently, I was wrong. So, sorry, just a little bit of residual issues. I promise I am not crazy.”

  Mason finally stepped forward. “Do you need to talk to someone? I can have someone here in the next thirty minutes,” he said seriously.

  She smiled and shook her head. “I promise no more freaking out. I yelled because I finally felt safe. Jazz, her guys, and you two. You all made me feel safe. I am safe, you will take care of me, I believe that.”

  Mason nodded and then they crawled into the bed next to her. “Massage and sleep, young lady. Just what the doctor ordered,” West said and pulled off her shirt before turning her over. She groaned. Damn, she was going to be spoiled.

  “Sweetheart, we all have issues, it is learning them that will take time. I have a list,” Mason said and poured lotion on her back as she laughed.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tulu and Bea wore Thane out. At each rest stop, they talked to everyone, it was impossible to follow both of them, they would wander off and then show back up with one of their ‘peeps’. Thane wanted to yell at them, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

  When they mooned the truck drivers passing by, he had come close to cuffing them, especially when the truckers must have passed the word. Because they were surrounded by trucks the whole way to the exit that led them to Healing. The only good part was they were never alone, even if he had to endure the women blowing kisses and waving to the men. They had even gone as far as to write numbers one to ten on pieces of paper and rated the drivers, to their face.

  Now he was back, and ready to turn them over to Lou and the other girls. If he hadn’t been with them in the car, he would have thought they were sipping a bit of moonshine.

  He needed some male bonding. They apparently thought it was necessary to take away his ‘man card’ when he refused to try to pick up a chick at one of the rest stops. Talks about his lack of sex drive and Viagra had been the final straw. They had been silent since he threatened to call their sons and tell them what they were doing.

  The word tattletale was thrown around liberally the rest of the way. Thane needed a fucking drink and he needed it now. Maybe the guys were ready for a drink as well.

  The whole crew was waiting for them when they pulled up. Lou waved with vigor as they pulled to a stop. Tulu had talked to her on the phone, they hit it off right away. The other woman wanted Tulu to do a reading for her.

  Thane jumped out of the truck, refusing to help the women down as he stomped to where his friends stood. “Trip from hell does not even cover the level of torture I have endured." When they heard Lou and the two new women laughing, Thane rolled his eyes and slammed in the house. Calling over his shoulder, "If they hold up a ten it means you have a nice ass.”

  The men turned and looked at the sweet looking women who were standing in the yard hugging the others. “Doesn’t look so bad.” Gage shrugged.

  None of them saw the women holding up tens when they walked through the door carrying their suitcases.

  “Then, Arden stomped over to where Mason was pounding on the door and she lit his ass up.” Tulu laughed and pounded the table, the glasses of wine moved a little and the women ignored it. They had been talking for hours, getting to know each other.

  They were on their third bottle of wine, and the fifth time the men had come in to tell them to go to bed. Each time they laughed and held up a number.

  “I can’t wait to meet her. The woman who tamed Voodoo, she deserves a medal.” Sable laughed and sipped her juice. Really it was only the older women drinking, Jolie and Sable were just enjoying the quirky women.

  “She is great,” Tulu said. “Bea didn’t get to meet her yet. But believe me, you will all love her. Now, let's hear what is going on here. We want to help, torturing the guys
is a perk.”

  Lou laughed. “You can see the war room in the morning. Right now they are inside, and we are not allowed in.”

  Bea rolled her eyes. “Do they all channel the same man?”

  “Well, they share a brain half the time so probably.” Lou laughed and took another sip.

  Jolie stood and went to the room they designated the playroom and looked in. Sammi was sound asleep looking like the angel she was. Tulu and Bea had fussed over her and snuggled her. Sammi had been delighted at the attention.

  “Tomorrow we start the calls to the families. We need to make sure they know exactly what is going on. This mess with Arden should have never have happened. Who knows what other families these assholes are contacting,” Sable said.

  Jolie went to the icebox and pulled out a plate of snacks Lou had told her earlier were for the guests. “Gage and David are worried they have missed something obvious. A weird web of connections they are not seeing. Each time they think they are close, the terrorist turns up dead, or they confirm where they were at the time of all the communications they have scooped up.”

  “Someone is fucking with them, and they are starting to get pissed,” Sable said and took a cracker. “Alex and Slone also think someone is still watching us. They found footprints on the back forty and called Destiny and her men, and asked them to keep a watch.”

  “Well this has to come to a head soon. Someone is going to tip their hands and our guys will figure all this out. Then watch out. They are going to make those bastards pay,” Lou said confidently. “Timothy has been polishing his gun an awful lot. He is carrying it everywhere. Got a spring back in his step and is a little frisky at night.”

  “TMI!” Sable yelled and covered her ears.

  “Listen, young ladies. We were doing the mattress mambo for longer than you have been alive. We could tell you stories,” Bea said and the older women fell into a fit of giggles again.

  Alex walked out of the office and frowned. “Go to bed.”

  Sable smiled and blew him a kiss, and then the others held up the sheets and started laughing again when Alex slammed the door to the office yet again.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Arden was beginning to love mornings more than she ever thought possible. After her backrub, she had fallen to sleep folded between her two men. She felt two sets of hands on her body as she became aware once again, her men like to start the day with a smile.

  She laughed, slid from the bed again and headed to the bathroom. Brushing her teeth and combing her tangled hair, when she was done, she opened the door and the guys were on the bed naked and apparently fresh as she spotted a little white piece of toothpaste on the corner of their mouths. They must have used the kitchenette sink. It made her want to laugh with joy that they knew what she wanted.

  Mason, so turned on, he was sure he was going to blow before they even got started. If she touched his already rock hard cock before they started he was going to have to stop her. She smelled so fucking good. Fresh with her natural scent floating through the air toward them.

  West noticed the pink tint to her cheeks and knew she wasn’t being fake with them. She wanted this as much as them and she was opening herself to the possibility of them being together. It took a special woman to enter into a relationship like this. He was proud to say they had found one of the keepers.

  Arden walked to the bed and as if she were a kitten, she crawled between them licking her lips and smiling until she was back in place. The guys turned like it had been choreographed. They touched her breast and her stomach, moving their hands to her pussy so they could prepare her together.

  “We are gonna take you together, darlin',” Mason whispered and her eyes must have looked panicked because they kissed her and reassured her they wouldn't do anything that she didn’t beg for.

  She relaxed when West whispered they were going to prepare her and make sure she was ready, and if it didn’t happen now it would in the future. She nodded and allowed herself to feel. Mason dipped a finger in her slit and seemed to gather her juices and then he ran his finger to her back hole and she gasped when she felt the slight pressure from the push of his finger. He pulled back and repeated the process until she was writhing between them, lifting her legs and spreading them, allowing them to do what they wanted.

  Mason teased and pushed until she felt a finger slide into her smooth and painlessly, except for a slight pinch and the feeling of fullness. He worked first one finger in her while West fingered her pussy. He slid two fingers in her pussy and she gasped from the dual feeling of penetration. They worked with her, murmuring to her how she was doing good, she had the feeling of being safe and loved. She wouldn’t be able to say no, they were playing her like a violin.

  Finally, she knew they were waiting for her acceptance, to say the words they needed to hear. “Please, fuck me, together,” she cried out when both men pumped into her openings and sucked her nipples into their mouths. They were different. West was insistent and gentle but the pressure from his mouth was driving her nuts. Mason was more aggressive, he ran his tongue over the hard nub and then sucked it into his mouth, rolling it on the top of his mouth.

  Damn, they were good. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Mason pulled his fingers from her ass, knowing she was ready for them. West settled on his back while Mason helped her straddle him. Mason pushed her forward and she smiled and began to kiss West. She felt Mason again moving behind her, caressing her ass, and moving her hips until she was poised over West’s straining cock, and him holding her into place.

  “Ready, darlin'?” Mason whispered and she wiggled her ass instead of breaking the kiss. She felt a sharp sting when he slapped her ass. Instead of protesting she felt the heat from her pussy spread until she was sure she was lubricating West all on her own.

  Mason moved her slightly and she felt the tip of his cock at her back opening. Arden tensed and she sucked in a breath in anticipation. She was really doing this, taking two men at once. The power she felt was unlike anything she had ever felt.

  Mason pressed into her slowly and firmly, making sure he wasn’t hurting her. He started with slow firm thrusts that stretched her slowly, allowing her to feel the difference between fingers and his huge cock. She liked the feeling of being filled with him and she pushed back slightly, causing him to move a little faster than what he wanted. It earned her another slap on the ass. She moaned as she felt the heat once again spread. She was ready, and waiting.

  West held her face to his and kissed her deeply, she felt his hands moving to her breast making her nipples peak and show she was more than ready. She wasn’t thinking, only feeling, as Mason slid all the way home, then groaned and told her how tight she was.

  Mason held on tight and remained still as West found her opening and slowly slid inside her. Holy shit, she was being stuffed by two men, who she knew she could love.

  They finally were inside her to the hilt and she made a little mewing noise, letting them know she was going to die if they didn’t move. She felt Mason pull back, and she felt the friction so much more than when West had entered her. The thin membrane that separated them moved and shifted. She could tell they were allowing her to feel everything because they moved so slowly. In and out, they alternated, she loved the feeling, and then suddenly she began to feel desperate. They had to move faster.

  She pushed back against Mason and she heard a moan. They were going to fuck her, she grinned and leaned her forehead on West’s chest. It was all encompassing the feeling of the two of them taking her together.

  Finally they moved faster, pumping in her harder and faster, both of the men holding her still so they could develop a frantic paced rhythm that had her crying out with pleasure until she thought she would be hoarse for the rest of the day. It didn’t take them long to feel the rush of their orgasm rising. They were with her all the way and when West cried he was coming, Mason yelled in agreement. The sounds of their pleasure only increased her resolve that they would all c
ome together. She reached between her thighs and stoked herself quickly, until she felt the fluttering of her pussy begin and the guys must have felt it to because they went over the edge together. Yelling in combination of their release.

  Arden was spent and waited for the roller coaster of a ride to end. Mason tipped them with an arm around her waist and together they fell to the side, all of them joined together while the last of their release rolled over them. With slow deliberation, they pulled themselves from her. West got up and grabbed a washcloth. They cleaned her and petted her until she smiled contently.

  Then Mason pulled the covers up over them when West got back into bed. She was happy, regardless of her crazy ass meltdown, she knew this was going to last. All they had to do was talk about the logistics.

  The guys were off to the meeting with the Commander, while Arden and Jazz were going to look at the drive they had copied. Of course, the guys thought they were getting pedicures from the hotel staff, but the women had rolled their eyes and pulled out the polish as soon as they left their rooms. Why pay someone to paint their nails when women could multi-task.

  “So what’s the encryption key?” Jazz asked, sitting in front of the computer while Arden gathered their mimosas and pastries that room service had just delivered.

  Arden rattled it off and then plopped down next to her on the plush couch, the glass table in front of them served as both a desk and their dining table. Before long Jazz had everything pulled up and was asking questions.

  “Your father is who?” Jazz asked.

  “Richard Plane, but I like to refer to him as Dick, Carla is my mom. Both are shareholders in the company. If you notice, when it is broken down, Dick and Carla have fifty-one percent of the shares, so they have voting power. I remember when they had the party because they went public. So many people flocked to the house that day. It was a three-day party where the most disturbing people came and announced they had bought shares. It was the first time I noticed the people my parents were linking themselves with,” Arden said.