by Eileen Green
As the climax began to wane, she felt a large presence opening her pussy. Opening her eyes, she found Frank between her legs. He was looking down at her with a look of patience and lust for she knew he didn’t want to hurt her. A warmth filled her heart when he said quietly, “If you’re too sore, I can wait till tomorrow.”
Shaking her head, Brooke slid her hands down to his hips and held him tight there. “I want this, Frank. I want both of you tonight.” Her voice was a breathy whisper. “I need you to claim me.”
A wicked grin spread across Frank’s lips, and an instant later, he thrust himself into her. She cried out at the sudden fullness he provided and the dominant move he had made. The forcefulness that he had shown turned her even more.
Brooke dug her fingers into his buttocks, holding him as close to her as possible. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, which caused him to sink deeper into her, filling her with what she desired.
Frank slowly dragged himself out of her until just a bit remained, before he thrust back in, filling her and striking her clit with his pelvic bone. Lightning struck each time he hit her clit while flames were building inside from her G-spot being massaged.
The fire ran through her so quickly as Frank pounded her pussy that it quickly burst, and her orgasm consumed her. She rode it as she held on tightly to Frank letting her body shake and burn, all coherent thought fleeing from her mind. Vaguely, she heard a shout and a muted scream as a mouth claimed hers but it wasn’t something she was able to concentrate on.
Time was warped in Brooke’s mind as she floated on a cloud of satisfaction. Her body was releasing itself from her orgasm as reality began to filter back to her, and she reveled in the feel of both her men cuddling on each side of her. She let sleep overtake her, her body and mind exhausted from the vigorous loving her men had shown her.
Chapter Eleven
“…and then the baby ate the wolf that had come to the door.”
“Uh-huh,” Brooke mumbled. Wait! What?
She shook her head mentally and looked up at Raven, who was sitting across the desk from her. Brooke could feel the heat of her blush rising up her neck into her face. Another daydream today and this time she had been caught red-handed.
It was Friday, the day that Raven and the department heads came in to give their weekly reports. Even though the reports were sent to her in e-mails, Brooke preferred to talk to the heads to maintain a personal rapport with them.
Last night, Frank and Bradley had made love to her for the first time, and then in the middle of the night, a second time. Her pussy was a bit sore, and she didn’t want to think about her asshole, except Frank had taken some time to play with it, telling her that eventually they would do more to it. Sleep after that was impossible, which was probably why she was off her game today. But then again, she had had so many orgasms last night she had lost count after six.
This morning, when she tried to initiate sex, both men told her they wanted to give her body a rest so that when they made love next, she would be ready for them. A moue got her a verbal warning from Bradley. He was keeping score on her punishment…whenever they got around to it.
Erotic romance novels she had read in the past had made a spanking appear to be tantalizingly painful that led into pleasure. Secretly she had wanted what those women in the novels had, never believing she would ever achieve it. Now, she would soon discover if the novels were correct.
Raven cleared her throat. Brooke needed to pull herself back into reality.
“Sorry. My mind wandered,” Brooke said, trying to tamp down the embarrassment the engulfed her. This was not her. She didn’t think of things except the job when she was in the office. Well, before she came here, she would think of the job even at home.
“I was letting you know that the first shipment of product is ready to go. Our computers will be in the stores by the beginning of June. The commercial shoot is set for tomorrow. I have already contacted Mr. Smith and informed him of the time.” Raven was very efficient when it came to her job. That she took it upon herself to set up the commercial shoot and contact Bradley was insightful even though she already knew that Brooke was in a relationship with Bradley and Frank and could have told him herself.
“Thank you for setting that up for me.” Brooke eyed the young woman who had become her right hand. Being fresh out of school, Raven was a risk with a company in its infancy, but Brooke believed in giving a person a chance. Raven had earned what Brooke was going to say next.
Brooke leaned back in her leather chair, feeling the soreness in her lower region as she did so. She hoped Raven wasn’t aware of what Brooke had done last night. “Raven, I really appreciate what you have done here since you began. I know it’s a bit soon, but I’m giving you a raise. I think fifteen percent should do nicely.”
Raven’s almond-shaped eyes opened widely at the surprise Brooke had dropped on her. She deserved it, and Brooke didn’t want to wait until the end of the woman’s ninety-day review. The need to do whatever she could to keep Raven with her was great.
“I-I…um, are you sure?” Raven asked breathlessly. “I mean…”
Brooke raised her hands a bit off the desk in a gesture that told Raven she needed to calm down. “I’m sure, Raven. You have proven yourself to me as an efficient, dedicated, go-getter, and I’m glad you applied here.”
A slight pinkish hue could be seen on Raven’s bronze skin from the compliment. Brooke knew that she probably hadn’t received very many in her life.
“Thank you, Brooke.” Raven’s response was shy and quiet.
“You’re welcome. Now, anything else before I have my conference call with my father?”
Blue-black hair shook as Raven stood. “No. There’s nothing else.”
“Thanks, Raven. I’ll let you know when I’m off the call. We need to go over the commercial distribution later on.” Brooke smiled as Raven exited the office. The latter was going places, and Brooke feared she would become restless at some point and move onto another company. She would have to do what she could to keep her around.
Brooke took the time to make sure all the reports she had received were ready in the one report she would provide her father. The call would come through any minute, and she wanted to be organized. It was Friday, and for once since she had come to Montana, she was going to be leaving work early. A leisurely bike ride was in the plans for her and her men, and she was looking forward to climbing onto her Harley and letting the wind hit her face.
Turning in her chair, Brooke looked out the window. The skies were a beautiful shade of blue with a few large puffy clouds floating along with the breeze that was tickling the trees. Since her men had bought their bikes just to be able to be close to one of her passions, she had been aching to ride.
The sound of the phone ringing startled her even though she was expecting it. She turned back to her desk and hit the speaker button on the phone. As the call with her father progressed, Brooke picked up the mail that had been left on her desk by Raven earlier that morning. Most of it was irrelevant to her. However, there was a letter that wasn’t open due to the fact that it was addressed as personal to her. Raven opened all the mail except when it was directed personally to Brooke, which had only occurred once.
No return address was what caught Brooke’s attention first. The mailing postdate was from here in Kalispell, which she found interesting. Only one group of their friends lived here, but Brooke thought they would call instead of sending something through the mail. Also, it didn’t appear to be an invitation.
Brooke opened the envelope, pulled out its contents, and unfolded the paper. A gasp escaped her as she looked at the words that were written in different colorful lettering. It was obvious that someone had spent some time cutting out each letter from magazines.
“Brooke, are you all right?” her father asked over the still open connection.
Her mouth had suddenly gone dry. Breaths were shallow and quick. Her hands shook as she gazed at the threat she held
.
“Brooke? Are you there? Brooke Alton, answer me now!” It was a tone of voice she hadn’t heard often in her life, but it was one she responded to.
The worry in her father’s voice was unmistakable as his order caught her attention. She cleared her throat. “Yes. I’m fine, Dad. I-I was just a bit surprised by something in the mail.”
“Okay, honey. You just sounded strange there for a moment. Now, was there anything else to go over?”
Still stunned, Brooke shook her head, and then remembered he couldn’t see her. “No. Nothing else.”
“All right. I have another meeting to attend in a few minutes, so I’ll talk to you later. Love you.”
“Love you, too, Dad.” Brooke waited for the call to disconnect before she released the sob she had been holding in.
You took something from me! I will take it back! If you cross me, you will die!
The paper shook in her hands as she stared at the words. Who the hell could have sent this? She had never taken anything from anyone in her life.
Her heart was pounding in her chest. Picking up the envelope, she double-checked to see if it was addressed to her. It was.
A throat cleared catching her attention, Brooke looked up and found Frank standing across the desk from her, his arms folded across his wide chest. The look he gave her was one of concern and interest.
Hastily, Brooke folded the threating letter and shoved it in the top drawer of her desk before looking back up at him. His left brow was arched up as he watched her.
“What was that about, sweetheart?” he asked, suspicion clearly written on his face.
Brooke shrugged. The only thing she could think of that would have made someone upset was the hiring process. Many had applied and been qualified, and some weren’t. “It was nothing. Someone wasn’t happy that I didn’t hire them.”
“You look really shook up, and I don’t like to see you upset.” His words were quiet yet carried a tinge of anger in them. “Would you like to try again with the answer? You will be punished if you are lying to me.”
They had talked to her at breakfast about punishment if she put herself in danger or lied to them. She didn’t want to be deceitful, but this was her business and the letter pertained to it. At least she hoped so.
“I’m not lying, Frank.” She couldn’t help the anger that crept in her voice, but she had to take care of this matter as the president of her own division. “It’s not the first time someone is angry because they didn’t get hired, and it won’t be the last.”
Muscled arms unfolded, and Frank set his hands down on her desk. “I hope for your sake that you’re telling me the truth, babe, because I’d hate to have to discipline you.” A smile broke out on his face, his eyes brightening. “But then again, lighting up your ass would be delightful to see.”
Brooke knew from conversations with Siobhan that after most Dom’s paddled a sub’s backside, it usually led to some awesome sex. In fact, even though she was upset about the letter, she found herself becoming aroused.
Across from her stood one of her lovers looking utterly sexy in a pair of blue jeans and a light blue T-shirt that stretched tightly across his chest and shoulders. The jeans left little the imagination as they molded to his muscular thighs and tight ass while the shirt did the same with his shoulders, chest, and arms.
A hunger began deep within Brooke as she looked her man over. Now that she had a taste of what they could do to her, she wanted more…even if he was still looking at her as if she had done something wrong. Well, she had, but it was something she would have to take care of herself.
The silence in the room was palpable as Frank gazed down at her, his eyes a dark blue. She was beginning to notice certain things about both men now that she had been around them for a bit. Frank’s eyes went dark blue when he was aroused, while Bradley’s hazel eyes went nearly hunter green, the gold flecks almost disappearing. Of course, the bulge in Frank’s jeans spoke volumes about his desire at the moment.
Her own body was beginning to blossom with her own arousal now. It was recognizing the man before her as its mate but also the Dom within the man, who was still looking at her with suspicion. Her nipples had beaded up into tight pebbles within her bra, and her pussy was wet and felt swollen in her panties beneath her own jeans.
Frank continued to watch her. In that moment, her arousal faded like a deflating balloon. She realized that he wasn’t aroused as much as she thought he was, for the bulge behind his zipper was quickly disappearing. His nostrils flared slightly, informing her of his irritation.
Anger that he was standing before her looking at her as if he really did want to give her a spanking was welling up within her. They both would need to understand that this was her business, and there were things she needed to take care of herself. She was certain there were things about their jobs that she would never know about.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly helped to tamp that anger down. She stood and moved around the desk to stand next to Frank. “I’m sorry I can’t go into every detail about my day-to-day life here at the office. I’ve worked hard to get where I’m at today, and it’s not because my father handed it to me. I know some people think that, but I have to prove myself every day to everyone, especially my dad. I need you to trust me on this.” Brooke placed a hand over one of Frank’s. “Please?”
He sighed as he turned toward her. His features relaxed as he let his fingers intertwine with hers. “I’ll let it go for right now, Brooke. But know this. If you are in danger or are being threatened, and you lie to us about it, you will be disciplined. Understood?”
A thrill raced through her body at the word discipline. She looked forward to it. However, she needed to stand up for herself. “I understand.”
“Good. Now, let’s get you back to the hotel so you can change. We’re looking forward to the ride this afternoon.”
“I am, too. Why don’t you wait for me downstairs? I need to close everything up and then have a word with Raven. I’ll be just a minute.”
“All right. But don’t be too long. I can’t wait to see you in your biker duds.” Frank’s face had finally relaxed and now a smile appeared.
Duds? Did he just say that? Brooke giggled. “Okay. I’ll be right there.”
Frank captured her chin with his other hand and brought her face closer to hers as he leaned down. His lips closed over hers in a sensual kiss that ended all too soon. She wasn’t able to get her arms around him before he pulled away.
Brooke smiled up at him, a warmth going through her. They always did know how to make her feel good.
Releasing her hand and her chin, Frank turned and left her office. She quickly closed her computer programs before closing everything down. She grabbed her purse from the bottom drawer of her desk and headed out the door.
* * * *
The look on her face, which had been pale when he had walked into the room, had him seething. When she tried to dismiss whatever the problem was, his hand itched to spank her luscious ass. He knew that there were some aspects of the business that he wouldn’t be privy to, but whatever she had been holding was something other than business. He would bet his life on it.
That she flat out lied about what had shaken her up irritated him. They had formed a bond with her from the moment she had been rescued from her kidnappers, and it continued to grow as they got to know her. She should have known she could trust them, to come to them if there was something wrong. It hurt that she didn’t.
Frank knew she was an independent woman. She had worked hard in school and in her father’s company to get where she was today. However, they had told her repeatedly that she had two men who were willing to do anything for her.
Brooke could handle all the business stuff, but outside of the office, she needed to learn to lay everything before them, especially the difficult parts. Tonight, she would begin her introduction into the lifestyle. She was going to find out what happened when she lied to them and tried to hide her
troubles.
Impatiently, he waited by the elevator for his woman. When she appeared, his breath caught in his throat at her beauty. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve her, but he knew he would do anything to protect her. He would also do whatever he had to give her everything she wanted.
As the doors to the elevator slid open with a ding, Frank slipped his arm around her waist and led her inside. A quick glance and a nod over his shoulder at Raven, who was watching them, told the woman what she needed to do.
When he had exited Brooke’s office, he had given Raven a short order to get the paper that had upset Brooke, take a photo of it, and then text it to him. He knew Raven would do as she was told because she cared about Brooke. All he had to do was wait for the picture, and then he and Bradley would go from there.
Outside, the day was sunny with a few clouds in the sky. However, Frank knew from talking to their friends, at this time of the year, the weather could change quickly and thunderstorms could roll in. He had been looking forward to this day when they could get on bikes together and ride through the countryside.
It had been nearly five years since he had given up his Harley. Cases had become a priority and would take up so much of his time that he had to give up the things he enjoyed. The day he sold his bike had been difficult, but he knew then, that if he was going to get anywhere in his career, he would have to sacrifice quite a bit.
Now, he had to wonder if perhaps he should go ahead and give up his job. He wanted to give Brooke and Bradley more attention than what his position with the Bureau could afford him. Brooke deserved both men to be attentive and available when she needed them most. He would need to discuss this with Bradley to decide what he needed to do.
Frank escorted Brooke to her pickup, which he had parked in her specified parking spot. He had been driving her to work each morning even though her commute was less than ten minutes. For lunch, he and Bradley would pick her up and take her somewhere, or they would bring lunch with them and they would eat in her office. Then, he would come back and pick her up from work.