Monroe, Melody S. - Undercover Fantasy [Fantasy Resort 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  It took Trent a few minutes to answer. When he did, Dom realized from his brother’s mussed hair and dark circles under his eyes, maybe he shouldn’t have come, but he needed his advice.

  Trent motioned him inside. “You look like shit. What happened to you?”

  “Have you checked the mirror?”

  “Funny.” He snapped his fingers. “You took her out, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah.” He nodded to the bottle on the table. “Can you spare some of that juice?”

  “Help yourself.” His words were slightly slurred as if he’d had a lot to drink to blot out her memory.

  Dom poured half a glass of scotch and opened his laptop. “You’ve got to see this. Skip the moon shots. They’re nothing compared to what happened at the fountain tonight.”

  Trent slowly clicked through the photos. “Christ. These are amazing. You could sell them to Playboy and make a fortune I’d bet if she agreed.”

  “I bet she would, but I won’t do that to her.”

  “I feel the same way. She’s nice, isn’t she?”

  “Understatement. She’s…there aren’t words to describe her. Bold maybe, aggressive, but shy at the same time if that’s possible.” He’d been trying to figure her out since he set eyes on her.

  “Yeah. That’s part of her allure. It’s like she’s two women at the same time. I could see the wheels spin when I requested her to do something. Like when I asked if I could suck her tits to make the photo better, and she hesitated enough for me to know she wanted me to, but at the same time wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do.”

  “You didn’t.”

  “Did. And I rubbed her tits and got to drag my finger down her sweet little runway, right into her hot little snatch.”

  Dom had to adjust his pants thinking about touching her there. “I admire you, bro, for not jumping her when you had the chance.”

  Trent waved a glass. “That’s why I’m drinking. I’m trying to figure out how to handle her.”

  “You like her, don’t you? Not just for her looks.”

  “I do. There’s this independent quality to her that she seems to be fighting. I’m intrigued.”

  “Hell, maybe it’s just called being in lust.” Dom finished off the glass and poured another one. “I almost lost it, too, man.” He told Trent about how she’d stripped in front of him, and then asked him to towel her dry.

  “Jesus. She was completely nude?”

  “Every square inch. I wanted to fuck her so bad I could taste it.”

  “So did you?” Trent said the words without any incrimination, but from the way his fingers had turned white on the glass, he just might punch Dom out if he had. “No. I left her standing there with a wet towel in her hand. With the way she stood with her legs spread wide and her tits sticking up in the air, I swear she wanted me to do her. I’m not sure I can go through with this escapade for the rest of the week.” He told Trent about quitting. “I’ve told you I’ve got enough money saved up. I could open my own photo studio and follow my fantasy for a change.”

  Trent stabbed a hand through his hair. “You must have been reading my mind.”

  “You’re thinking of going back into practice?” Trent nodded.

  That was a big step for his brother. He’d won his last case by getting some rapist scumbag off on a technicality. The dude went right out and beat the shit out of some innocent girl after repeatedly raping her. Christ. Dom knew if he’d been that lawyer, he’d never have been able to live that down. Trent certainly hadn’t.

  “I might change to prosecution. That way, if I try the case well, I’ll be putting assholes in jail instead of letting them walk free.”

  “Smart.”

  “So what are we going to do about Tiffany?”

  Dom had been working on that since he walked out on her. “I have some ideas that might take her out of her comfort zone. I was thinking about tying her up and using sex toys on her.”

  Trent smiled. “You’re thinking about all the exotic butt plugs, aren’t you?”

  “Guilty, but if we are to succeed in taming her, we need to take control from her. When she’s comfortable, she leads and my dick takes over my brain.”

  “Amen.” Trent raised his glass. “To our last job.”

  “I’ll drink to that.” And he did.

  * * * *

  The bright morning sun speared the window and nearly blinded her. Tiffany rolled on her back and dragged an arm over her eyes. What had she done yesterday? She’d never tried to seduce two gorgeous hunks in one day, or even one for that matter, nor had she failed so miserably at eliciting even a kiss from a guy, all the while being naked. Talk about a self-esteem killer.

  She plucked the skin on her stomach. It was still flat. She rolled her nipples between her fingers and they appeared as perky as ever. Could these two really be on the up-and-up, or were they gay? No, they wouldn’t have had such big erections, and their mouths wouldn’t have dropped open when they looked at her if they were.

  This is exactly the kind of data she would take back to her boss. These men stuck to the rules no matter what she did, so what the hell had Betty Dumfield been talking about? The mayor’s sister couldn’t have gotten two names wrong. The woman must have had a hidden agenda. Was it jealousy? Neediness? Or what?

  God, she wasn’t up for this deep thinking so early in the morning, but she wouldn’t give up searching for answers. For Jen’s sake, and for the sake of all the other women who’d been abused, she needed to be absolutely sure this place was as clean as it claimed. Or was she telling herself that so she could enjoy her two fantasy hunks?

  A cold swim might clear her head, followed by a big breakfast. The suit she’d packed was a one piece, but the amount of material barely covered her half-inch mound landing strip or her nipples. For the life of her, she couldn’t remember why she’d brought something so skimpy.

  She got up, brushed her teeth, and threw on her suit. While the sun wasn’t strong in the sky, the day was clear and dry. No one was swimming, which would give her a chance to stretch her muscles and swim a few laps without interruption.

  Outside, she stood at the deep end, took a breath, and dove in. While not as cold as last night’s fountain dip, the crisp pool temperature caught her by surprise. She swam as though being chased by more than just her insecurity demons. Fifteen laps later, she pulled up to catch her breath. Both Trent and Dom stood at the end of the pool looking down at her with grins on their faces.

  “How long have you two been here?” If she’d known they were watching, she might have tried a better stroke.

  “Just a bit.” Dom nodded to the pool. “Want us to join you?”

  “Only if you’ll swim naked.” She winked. Whoops. Now how had that slipped out? Trent blushed. Dom’s slightly darker complexion hid his embarrassment. The shorts did not.

  “We’ll watch. When you’re done, we’d like to discuss something with you.”

  She stood and strutted up the stairs. The part covering her right breast had slipped a little too far to the side, exposing at least half her nipple. The bad girl inside her did nothing to adjust her top. The gazes of both men latched onto her exposed breast. With their level of interest, she would have thought seduction would be easy. She steeled herself against the painful truth that she was most likely wrong again.

  “So what do you boys have in mind?” Sex with me? For her own sanity, she needed to close the case soon.

  Trent cleared his throat. “The photo studio is free for the next few hours, and Dom has some great ideas for pictures. We thought now would be a good time to start on that photo shoot you requested.

  Requested might not be the right word. He made it sound too much like a business transaction, but she’d go anyway. “I’ll change.”

  “No. You’re perfect, darlin’.”

  “You sure? I’m all wet and drippy.” Inside and out.

  Dom took a step toward her, his large body blocking some of the early morning rays. “We
’ll dry you off.”

  Electric sparks made her pussy clench. He hadn’t been willing last night, so what had changed? “I’d like that.” She picked up her towel on the chair next to the pool and handed it to him.

  “Turn around.”

  She rotated slowly and spread her legs to give him access. His gentle touch came out too light, which did nothing to help her needy condition. Even the swim hadn’t burned off her urges. He only gave her back a once-over before twisting her to face him. He dragged the towel over her legs, then handed the towel back to her.

  Her tits were still dripping wet, as was her stomach. Fine. As deliberately as possible, she finished the job and tried not to look upset that nothing she did seemed to affect them. What was wrong with these men? “Before I spend hours posing, do you think I could stop for some breakfast?”

  They exchanged glances. “No problem. We’ll order in.”

  “Works for me. Lead the way.”

  She tossed the towel over her shoulder and followed them. All she could say was that day two better be more successful than day one. Dom called the kitchen and ordered scrambled eggs, two pieces of bacon, and fruit. He covered the phone. “You drink coffee?”

  What cop didn’t? “Black with a lot of sugar.”

  Dom relayed the order then disconnected. “We’ll pick it up from the kitchen in ten minutes. We want to show you the photo studio first.”

  He led her into a large room. She almost turned around when she spotted the wall containing a shelf with every imaginable piece of bondage equipment and sex toy. Christ. Her and her stupid checked boxes. Maybe if they saw her vulnerable and a little frightened, they’d want to taste what she had to offer rather than tie her up.

  Toward the back of the room sat a photo studio, thank God, complete with a blue cloud backdrop and four standing lamps, which was all standard stuff for a shoot. Maybe they were here just to photograph her and not pin her to the wall. She wasn’t sure if she was happy or sad about just posing. Man, was she a head case or what?

  Dom placed a three-legged stool in front of the blue backdrop and patted the seat. “Hop on up, darlin’. I just know Hugh Hefner would be jealous if he had you in his bunny hutch.”

  “Thanks.” Though she was sure he was saying that to please her. A lot of strands had come out of her ponytail and had plastered to her face. With no makeup, she was sure she looked a mess. “Do you really want to take my picture with me looking like this?” She glanced around, looking for a mirror, but found none. Maybe that was a good thing.

  Once again they exchanged glances. “Why not? You’re hot.”

  If that was true, why hadn’t they put the moves on her? Or kissed her other than just a quick suck to her tits or a flick of a finger over her needy pussy? Anything to show she turned them on instead of it always being the other way around?

  Dom walked over to her, slipped his finger under the top of her bathing suit, and tugged it across her breast. Now why had he done that? Her tit heated up from the casual touch. She needed to get a life.

  After he adjusted the standing lights, he picked up his camera and made his way around her, stepped back and shook his head. “Something’s not quite right.” He held out his camera for Trent to take. “I need to adjust you, darlin’.”

  She figured he’d swipe the errant hair off her forehead. Instead, he unhooked the top and lowered the tiny triangles, exposing her completely. Air pebbled her nipples. The apex of her thighs moistened, and her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t move a muscle, praying he’d touch her tits like Trent had.

  “That’s so much better. You, darlin’, are just about the most perfect thing I’ve seen in a long time. The camera will love you.”

  No complaint from her, but why didn’t he want to love her, too? “You want my hands up high again?” She didn’t wait for him to answer. Instead, she took control, lifting her arms high and sticking out her chest.

  He smiled. “You are a vision.” Wiggling his fingers for the camera, he had the lens to his eye and was snapping away in seconds. He circled, sometimes moving in close, other times backing off. “Amazing.”

  Though the words were probably empty compliments, they swelled her head. She spread her legs and lowered one arm. In a brazen move, she pinched her nipple and sucked in her lower lip, trying to look as seductive as possible. Trent’s eyes widened. Yes. She was having an effect on them. The camera clicked continuously.

  Dom lowered the lens and moved in, his lips in stern concentration. “Can we lose your bottom, darlin’? We need to see all of you. You are so special, I want the camera to make love to you.”

  At least something would.

  She slowly slid the suit over her bottom, stood, and stepped out of the suit. Without being told, she placed one foot on the first rung and leaned forward, the bottom of her pussy caressing the leather seat. She licked her lips, hoping at least one of them would take the bait. She thought about opening her pussy lips, but decided that might be going too far. At least part of her cop brain was working.

  She hadn’t seen Trent pick up his camera, but suddenly two sets of clicks resonated in the room. She moved and twisted, lifting her breasts, touching herself in every possible way. The need to prove she was right, along with the adrenaline high, made her morals plummet.

  The ringing of Dom’s phone shook her out of the zone. He lowered his camera. “Food’s ready. I’ll get breakfast for you. Take a break.” He nodded to the tossed suit. “You might want to wear something when you sit on these stools.”

  Now he tells her. “Thanks for the warning.”

  * * * *

  Brandon Mitchell disconnected, put his phone back in his gym bag, and ran onto the court. The three-on-three basketball game between the Phoenix PD and the neighboring Scottsdale PD was about to end, and he wanted the winning shot. His guard tossed him the ball. He dribbled in between two defenders, pump faked, then shot. Swish. The buzzer sounded the end of the game. Yes! Sweet victory.

  His two partners shouted in appreciation. His opponents booed.

  Brandon slapped his brother on the back. “Next time, Bill.”

  “Yeah, yeah.”

  He jogged over to the bench and downed a cup of Gatorade. Bill came over, a towel wrapped around his sweaty shoulders. “Good win. Mom invited us over for dinner tonight. You able to come or are you on duty?”

  “Dom just called. He and Trent need me to check something out. Tell her I’ll be by for Sunday dinner for sure.”

  “Will do.”

  His cousin had asked if he could do some undercover work and was even willing to pay him fifty bucks an hour for his trouble. Who could say no to that? He wouldn’t take his money though. Family helped each other out free of charge anytime, anywhere.

  Brandon showered in the gym and headed on out. It would take him a little over two hours to get there. Rod, the owner, had used his services several times, but Dom had never called to ask for protection from a client. It was always the other way around. Dom said their client had checked every box on the fantasy list, including sex toys and bondage, and thought if Brandon would keep her busy stimulating herself, she might not be so forward.

  Brandon pulled into the lot around six. Since he hadn’t eaten, he stopped in the cafeteria and ordered a couple sandwiches to go. Rod held his room year-round for cases like this.

  After he downed the sandwiches, he rang Dom to find out where he and Trent were keeping the little vixen.

  “We’re in the photography room.”

  “Be right there.”

  The workers had dubbed the room the torture chamber, but he figured with the girl nearby, he would use the less threatening name.

  His best tactic would be to go in disguise. From a trunk he always kept in the closet, he donned a mask, long black gloves, and tall leather boots. He might look ridiculous to an outsider, but he bet the little lady would respond well to his act of domination.

  Chapter Five

  In the middle of a highly exci
ting pose, Dom’s phone rang for the second time.

  “Hold that thought, darlin’. I have a surprise for you.”

  He smiled and her body clenched. God, he was handsome and so sexy. But then so was godlike Trent. Surrounded by two such handsome men, Tiffany’s body and mind weren’t connecting. She shouldn’t be so uninhibited. It really wasn’t like her.

  He turned his back to take the call. She was tingling all over thinking about the surprise he had in mind. Was he into whips and chains? If they used that kind of apparatus, she might have to blow her cover, or tell them she’d changed her mind about her definition of a fantasy.

  Dom covered the side of his mouth with his hand, mumbled something to Trent she couldn’t hear, and disappeared. A moment later, he returned with someone in tow. Instinctively, Tiffany drew her hands around her naked chest and dropped her leg to the ground to keep the exposure to a minimum.

  “Well, well. What lovely creature do we have here?” The newcomer smiled, showing amazingly perfect white teeth surrounded by a neatly trimmed beard.

  Too bad she couldn’t tell his intent, given his tone came out even, and the fact he wore a mask. What was up with that? Though the black polished boots were a bit much, he looked quite powerful. All that was missing was a cape, and he’d be a dead ringer for Zorro. Well, Zorro with a brown beard.

  Hold it. Did he just call her a creature? What planet was he from? She glanced from Trent to Dominic, both of whom appeared relaxed, as if they were good friends with this guy. The stranger approached and pulled her arms from across her naked chest to her side, stretching them out while his gaze raked over her nakedness. He appeared way too sure of himself.

  She crossed one ankle over the other, thinking she might hide some part of her. Uncomfortable with his perusal, she tugged out of his grasp and he let go.

  With a gloved hand, he had the audacity to pinch her nipple.

  “Very nice,” he said, before facing Trent. “Go ahead with what you were doing. I want to see you work before I try my experiment on this little virgin.”