Wicked Times Two

by Tina Donahue

  She laughed. “Get serious.”

  “We are.” Noah wound a strand of her hair around his finger. “We pay. You enjoy. That’s the way the world works.”

  “Does that mean I don’t get a say in our plans? Where we go, what we do?”

  “Of course not.” Noah kissed her forehead. “Suggest away. No clothes or shoe shopping though. I refuse.”

  “The same goes for strolls around gift shops like Alice’s or art galleries.” Kyle made a gagging sound. “That’s the absolute worst.”

  “Cool.” She smiled. “Just so you know, I’d rather drive pencils through my eyeballs than watch a wrestling match or Duck Dynasty. Adam Sandler movies are out too.”

  Noah pointed his finger at her. “So are chick flicks where the guy or woman is dying of the disease of the week.”

  She nodded. “I zip past Lifetime every chance I get. I also hate fake sugar and diet food. Any kind. Doesn’t matter.”

  “No shit? Me too.” Kyle hugged her.

  Noah gave her a sidelong glance. “There’s still the stuff about Katy Perry and Tyler Swit.”

  “Taylor Swift.”

  “Whatever.” He shuddered. “How do you vote?”

  She frowned. “In a booth?”

  “I meant, which party?”

  “None of your business. Ever hear of secret ballots?”

  He turned to Kyle. “Must be a conservative. Poor thing.”

  “No way.” She smacked Noah’s arm. “I love Warren and Sanders. Feel the Bern!” She raised her fist in a power salute.

  “Ohmygod, you’re almost perfect.” Noah pulled her into him.

  She bit his shoulder and smiled at his yelp. “Almost?”

  “As long as Swit’s in the picture, I can’t give you my full endorsement.”

  She laughed. “Swift, not Swit.”

  He hugged hard for a moment then let go and studied her closely. So did Kyle.

  She blushed at their attention. “What?”

  The guys exchanged a glance. Kyle winked at her. “Looking forward to what’s next.”

  * * * * *

  They stopped at the parlor the following afternoon to take her to lunch and swap schedules. She eyed their patrol car parked down the street. The vehicle kicked serious butt, like their uniforms and weapons. Somehow, seeing them decked out in their service gear eased her worry concerning the danger they might face. Noah was right. West Palm Beach wasn’t Beirut. The most pressing problem here was tourists keeling over from heatstroke.

  “Like your wheels. Can we eat in the back then make out?”

  Kyle laughed. “No.”

  “You can cuff me to the grille between the seats.” She leaned into him and Noah. “I don’t mind.”

  “Hey, guys.” Tor nodded in their direction from the window where he was inking a client’s throat.

  Kyle and Noah inclined their heads in greeting, their expressions pleasant, as though Tor hadn’t told them to stay away from her.

  Lauren had come out of her office seconds ago and lingered at the edge of the hall, popping gumdrops, another snack that didn’t make her barf. Despite her sweet smile, she seemed vaguely cautious. “Hi.”

  “Thanks for giving Jasmina a ride to the club,” Noah said.

  “No biggie. Hope you guys had fun.”

  Jasmina’s feet were blister city thanks to her heels, her body faring much better, limbs oiled, mind relaxed from the guys’ loving. “The band rocked.”

  Exactly what she’d told Lauren earlier, unwilling to go into detail, except for notifying her about taking a few vacation days.

  Lauren hadn’t asked what activities would take place during that time, though she seemed curious.

  Join the club. Z and the toy kept lingering in Jasmina’s mind like an irritating tune. “Be back after lunch.” She steered the guys outside. “Where we headed?”

  “Shade.” Noah pointed to the benches beneath a leafy tree next to where he’d parked the car.

  Kyle pulled two white sacks out of the back seat. “Hope you like Cubanos.”

  The ones they’d gotten were nearly as long as her forearm, consisting of grilled Cuban bread—crispy on the outside with a hint of butter—bolo ham, Swiss cheese and roasted pork slathered with yellow mustard, dotted with pickle chips. She kept biting and chewing. “Holy hell, this is good.”

  The radio in their car crackled. Kyle and Noah looked up. She couldn’t make out what the dispatcher said, though they clearly could. Both dipped their heads back to their sandwiches, devouring their meals faster than she was doing with hers.

  Noah gulped his soda. She brushed crumbs off his pants near his knee. “You guys look so hot.”

  “Shitty weather.” Kyle ran the heel of his hand over his forehead.

  She laughed. “I meant hot-hot…sexy.”

  A middle-age couple trudged by, their faces red from the stifling humidity.

  Jasmina elbowed her guys. “Hope you know CPR. They don’t look too good.”

  Kyle popped the rest of his sandwich into his mouth and smacked his hands together. “If either of them falls over, drop to the ground and play dead. I’d prefer mouth-to-mouth with you.”

  “No kidding.” Noah reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a sheet of paper. “Our schedule.”

  She checked the dates he and Kyle had taken for vacation, the first coming up this week and stretching forty-eight hours. Totally doable. “Soon as I get back, I’ll let Lauren know the times I’ll be gone. What are we doing on our first two-day thing?”

  Noah bumped her shoulder. “Fun stuff.”

  “I need more specifics.”

  Kyle tapped the bottom of his cup. The ice cubes slid down. He tongued one into his mouth. “Real fun stuff.”

  She held back a sigh. “G-, R- or X-rated? I’m only asking because I need to know what to wear.”

  Kyle sagged against the bench and sighed. “What you had on at the club was staggering.”

  “Uh-uh.” Noah shook his head. “Not practical. Can’t do much in heels.”

  No kidding. “So I wear my sneakers. Anything else?”

  He lifted his shoulders. “If things were up to me, the jewelry you wore on your bellybutton would be all I’d need. But you’d probably generate complaints.”

  “From who?”

  “Uptight people.” Kyle huffed. “What a world.”

  She gestured to her tank top and shorts. “Something like this okay?”

  Noah looked past her to Kyle. “Think what she has on will do?”

  “Least she won’t get arrested.”

  “Yeah, go with that.” Noah tossed their trash in the bag. “Pack another outfit though, for the next day.”

  “We’re staying the night?”

  He finished his soda, dropping the cup in the bag. “Yep.”

  “Where?”

  He smiled. “You’ll see.”

  He was driving her nuts but couldn’t stop. Teasing came so easily, growing closer was fucking effortless, snatching Noah’s breath at times.

  He’d surprised himself by confronting her, asking if she wanted to be friends or if she’d simply been talking. Her answer had pleased him as few things had.

  Where their relationship might be heading crossed his mind continually but he kept pushing future concerns away, telling himself they had this month to explore and enjoy. A vacation from reality, complications, possible heartache if things didn’t turn out.

  Uh-uh. He definitely didn’t want to consider anything bad.

  * * * * *

  On the morning of their first vacation together, Jasmina wore a hot-pink tank top, white shorts, her sneakers and tat. She settled between Noah and Kyle in the cab of the pickup.

  Noah slid his hand from her satiny thigh to her cunt. “Buckle up. The ride could get bumpy.”

  “I’m counting on it.” She rested her hand on his and Kyle’s cocks. “I packed four boxes of rubbers and my navel jewelry.”

  She was going to kill them.
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br />   “No clothes?” Noah asked.

  “Crud. I forgot. Should I go back?”

  “Not for me.” He tugged on a string of her cut-offs. “Kyle and I will be happy to bail you out when you get arrested for indecency. Right?”

  Kyle kissed her shoulder. “Mmm.”

  She leaned in to him and reached for the GPS. “Which way are we headed?”

  Noah eased her hand from the dash. “No need for directions. I know where I’m going.”

  When they hit the turnpike near Florida City, she sat up. “No way.” She turned to him and Kyle. “Orlando? Are you kidding?”

  “You don’t like the happiest place on earth?” Kyle asked.

  “You mean my bed with you guys in it? Sure.”

  Noah laughed. “Technically, I believe Disneyland has the honor.”

  “Not for me.” She squealed. “This is so cool. I was worried we were going to one of those auto things where the little trucks have big tires.”

  Took him a minute to follow. “Monster Jam?”

  “Drive faster.”

  “Can’t. There’s a speed limit.”

  “You’re cops. Break the law.” She glanced around. “Where’s the siren you put on the hood of your car?”

  He deciphered that. “You mean a flashing beacon for the roof? Don’t have one.”

  “Crap. As soon as we get there, we have to go to Space and Splash Mountain and the railroad thing on the mountain. Can’t remember the name. I haven’t been to Disney World since my twenty-first birthday.”

  She made the time sound as though decades had passed rather than a few years. On an urge, he slung his arm around her shoulders, hugging her as close as possible, captivated by her heat and scent. “We’ll do everything, promise.”

  “And more.” Kyle rested his hand on her thigh.

  She grinned. “Better pace yourselves. After the regular stuff, I’m riding both of you.”

  Noah wouldn’t have wanted things any other way.

  * * * * *

  From the moment they arrived, Kyle laughed more than he had in years.

  Splash Mountain drenched her and them. Some of the women bitched about the water messing up their hair and makeup. Not Jasmina.

  She pushed wet strands from her face and sighed. “Wow, that feels good. I’m finally cool.”

  She shrieked like a little kid during the Space Mountain ride, doubled over with laughter once she left her seat, coughed until she gagged then bounced in place. “Let’s do it again.”

  They took the ride four more times until Kyle was shell-shocked.

  She couldn’t see everything fast enough, tugging Noah and him, wanting them to get a move on. After he and Noah exchanged a glance, they slowed down just to be pricks, teasing her again.

  She lifted her face to the sky and huffed. “I know you guys are old but that’s no excuse. My blisters have blisters and I can still manage more than a crawl.”

  If not for the parents and little ones around, Kyle would have smacked her butt, hauled her down to one of the grassy areas, kissed her senseless and then made both of them super happy with all kinds of stuff not allowed in public.

  “Hey!” he shouted.

  Without warning, she’d darted to another ride, gesturing them to follow.

  Kyle did. What choice did he have? She ran him ragged and he didn’t mind in the least.

  After they took Big Thunder, she finally slowed to a trot.

  Poor baby. He squeezed her hand. “Getting tired?”

  “Hungry.” She hurried them into the Main Street Bakery, ordering a plate of assorted pastries, followed by a hot fudge sundae at the ice cream parlor, after which they got barbeque pork sandwiches and bacon cheeseburgers at Pecos Bill.

  Kyle sucked sauce off his fingers. “Aren’t we doing this backwards? Dessert before the entrée?”

  “Nope.” She licked ketchup from the edge of her burger. “Me naked, and hopefully tied to the bed, is dessert for you guys.”

  He stilled then glanced around. So did Noah. With all the screeching kids and annoyed parents, no one had noticed what she’d said.

  Kyle leaned in. “Better watch it or you’ll get arrested for impure words.”

  She patted his thigh. “I’m counting on it. Did you bring your cuffs?”

  “Just my gun.”

  “Both of them?”

  “Frisk me later and see.”

  “Looking forward to it. You guys gonna make me a deputy?”

  “Not exactly what we had in mind,” Noah said.

  Kyle seconded that.

  * * * * *

  After they’d exhausted the sights in every part of the kingdom, Jasmina finally surrendered. She couldn’t walk another step and gratefully fell on the king-size bed in their suite. The motel wasn’t on the grounds of the resort but the room was spacious and clean.

  To her surprise, Noah and Kyle didn’t sag down to the mattress with her. Noah dropped to one knee and unlaced her sneakers. Kyle went into the bathroom and turned on the water.

  “Aren’t you guys tired?”

  “I lost all feeling in my legs hours ago.” Noah put her right shoe next to the wall and eased the left off her foot. “Think you’ll ever walk again?”

  Seemed doubtful. “I overdid stuff. Always do. I get too excited.”

  “No such thing.” He massaged her foot.

  She moaned gratefully. “You should rest.”

  He kissed the tips of her toes. “I’m good.”

  Kyle came to the bed naked, his breathtaking tat on full display. She smiled and ran her fingertips down the ink touching his pelt then dipped her hand lower to his rigid cock. “You’ve been busy.”

  “Still am.” He eased off her top and bra.

  Noah finished massaging her other foot and worked on the rest of her clothes. In no time, she was nude with her feet no longer cramping. Nice. She smiled as Noah pulled off his tee, the design on his back making her wet.

  When he’d stripped to skin, she looked at both of them and patted her bush. “Jump in.”

  “How about a hot shower first?”

  “I’d kill for one.”

  “No need for violence.” Noah lifted her into his arms and carried her to the steamy room, Kyle following.

  As she sagged against the tile wall, Kyle kissed her deeply and soaped her boobs. Noah took care of her pussy. Once he’d rinsed the bubbles away, he licked her clit.

  Whoa. Even as dead tired as she was, her nipples peaked and her body thrummed with arousal. Floating on a cloud of pleasure, she gave herself over to her guys. Her climax arrived within seconds, rolling in gentle swells down her thighs, through her mound and up to her belly. If not for Kyle holding her, she would have slid to the floor of the tub.

  Noah patted her dry. Kyle carried her over his shoulder to the bed, arm across the tops of her thighs, holding her steady as he pulled down the comforter. When he put her down, the pillow puffed around her head, the linens smelling fresh. His and Noah’s scent was better.

  After donning a rubber, Kyle mounted her first, missionary style, winking as he pumped. Noah kissed her tenderly and played with her nipples. His sweet passion and Kyle’s steady thrusts undid her. She came within minutes on a breathless cry.

  Kyle grunted loudly, signaling his release. He rolled to the side and suckled her nipple.

  Smiling, Noah filled her, his hands on her knees, holding back her legs so he could sink deep. He took her with abandon, growling with his release. Panting, he fell to the side and latched on to her other nipple.

  She ran her fingers through his and Kyle’s hair, cupping the backs of their heads, keeping them close.

  As far as she was concerned, the happiest place on earth was wherever they were.

  Chapter Eight

  Jasmina’s jokes about Noah’s advanced age caught up with her the next day when her feet gave out. Rather than teasing her in return, he carried her piggyback.

  “You’re a good guy.” She rested her chin on his sh
oulder, arms dangling over his chest. “You’re sure I’m not hurting your tat?”

  Her weight, the heavy sun, smothering heat and aggravating crowds would probably kill him long before she fucked up his design. “I’m good.”

  A short time later, he got leg cramps.

  Kyle hauled her onto his back.

  She slept on the ride home, head down, hair hanging over her face, looking like the victim of a mugging or abduction. Noah chuckled.

  Kyle turned to him. “What?”

  He shook his head, unable to explain his weird feelings. One second he seemed weightless, the world spinning out of control around him. In the next, he was too sluggish to move or breathe. Laughter became heavy sighs. Contentment rolled into uncertainty and back again.

  By nature, he wasn’t a sentimental man, never treasuring mementos or replaying good times with a woman. After the fun was over, he moved on with life.

  Not now. He couldn’t stop picturing the raw joy on Jasmina’s face when she’d eaten the hot fudge sundae or her sappy grin after getting doused on Splash Mountain. When he’d whipped out his smartphone to take her picture, she hadn’t put up her hand to shield her face as another woman might. She stuck out her tongue—ala Miley Cyrus—and crossed her eyes.

  His affection for her had shot up a thousand-fold, more than if she’d stripped and jumped him, the moment more powerful than any sexual encounter…though those were awesome too.

  When he had his cock deep within her pussy, he always wanted to sink farther, becoming a part of her until neither of them knew where one began and the other ended. Sappy stuff that should have made him cringe with embarrassment but filled him with wonder instead.

  Was this the beginning of love? So quickly?

  According to his parents, a solid relationship evolved slowly as theirs had. They’d met in first grade and dated others during high school. Only after they graduated did they finally discover their shared interests. Even so, they kept things casual for a couple of years before committing.

  At that rate, he’d be fifty when he settled down. Did he even want to stay with one woman for a lifetime or as long as a year?

  He glanced at Jasmina slouched in her seat. Ketchup stained her shirt from a french fry she’d dropped. The red polish on her nails had chipped off. She’d scuffed her sneaker and had somehow gotten what looked like oil on her ankle tat.