by Eileen Green
Darkness threatened as her hearing seemed to diminish. A distant shout along with heated fire filled her, letting her know that Bradley had reached his own orgasm.
Riding the wave of orgasm, she let it wash over her, sending her careening into the darkness.
Chapter Eighteen
Irritation reigned as the only time the spying woman had left her rental car was to sleep in the crappy hotel she had to procure. The spying had her mood as gloomy as the weather.
Dark clouds had descended on the area during the night, which meant while she spied, she had to leave the heater on. It was drying out her porcelain white skin. The snow that the weatherman on the late news predicted the previous evening had held out, but now fat white flakes drifted down onto her car as she sat in the tiny parking lot across from the Kalispell Grand Hotel. The stupid blond woman had not heeded her warning and continued to be seen with Bradley.
She didn’t see what Bradley saw in the Alton woman. She was plain, a bit on the plump side, and seemed to be a floozy since she also hung out with the other man, who acted like he was Bradley’s friend.
Was it possible she was sleeping with both men?
Oh, to be a fly on the wall with the three right now.
Better yet, she couldn’t wait to tell Bradley that his little plaything was cheating on him. That should get him away from the stupid blonde.
That was going to happen very soon.
She glanced down at the display on her phone and saw that the time was only five minutes later than the last time she had checked. Letting out a strangled cry, she allowed her irritation to show for only a few moments longer before she tamped it back down into the recess of her mind.
Plans were being set in motion, and she couldn’t wait for the fireworks to begin.
Snuggling down in the heated seat, she waited.
* * * *
Light feathery kisses were being planted along her collarbone to the small hollow at the base of her throat then continuing to the other side. A barley-there flick on a nipple sent fingers of delight straight to her pussy, which was demanding more attention even though Bradley had fucked her into oblivion just a little while ago.
The addition of the butt plug really made a difference, and she wondered when she could get her guys to DP her. Yes, she gave a mental nod that that was what they called it in the romance novels she had read. She knew they would still progress with the plug because they didn’t want to hurt her, but a woman could hope.
Contracting her pelvic muscles, Brooke found the plug was still seated inside her. The action sent another round of zaps of electricity to her cunt. She opened her eyes to find herself on her backside but leaning against the hard slab of Bradley’s chest. He was the one flicking her nipples. Frank was in front of her on his knees, laying the kisses across her collarbones.
“Ah, look who’s awake,” Frank announced as he looked up at her through hooded lids. “How are you feeling, baby? Ready for more?”
Bradley’s abs scrunched along her back as both hands covered her breasts. His cock was semihard as it nestled between her derriere, and it was going to be hard as a steel pole in seconds.
Frank still looked at her, but he let his hand skim its way along her thigh until it reached her pussy. She could feel her juices leaking down her perineum, ready for Frank.
It still touched her that these two men belonged to her. A year ago, she didn’t know they existed, and an unfortunate incident brought them together. Then they pursued her while they were parted, Brooke in Atlanta, Frank in Denver or other places, and Bradley working in Europe. Now, they were together and planning their future. Sometimes she feared she would wake up in her bed in Atlanta and find this was all a dream.
Reaching out with both hands, Brooke cupped Frank’s cheeks. “I’m always ready for you guys.” She meant what she said.
Even though she was angry last night and went to bed alone, she had been ready for them. The plug they had inserted was rubbing up against all the sexual nerve endings in her lower half, and she had been tempted to rub herself until she was satisfied. She figured they trusted her to not bring herself to orgasm, and although she was mad as hell, she didn’t want to disappoint them.
She did know that in the future if she acted like she had, her punishment would be worse. They had already warned her about being a brat.
A lusty smile softened Frank’s face before morphing into a sly one. She drew his face close to hers and then slammed her lips to his. They both opened to each other at the same time as if reading each other’s minds.
Brooke tried to devour Frank’s mouth, but he was just as passionate, dominating the kiss.
As the two kissed, Bradley kneaded at her breasts. Her cunt throbbed, demanding attention also, but she knew she had to play Frank and Bradley’s game if she was going to be satisfied.
Frank separated her pussy lips with his hand. He used a finger to slip through the juices before it made its way into her empty tunnel. Brooke arched her hips up in an attempt to get him to give her more. She needed more.
It pleased her that both men could read her so well after such a short time together. She had given them her greatest treasure, and they had learned how to hone it to pleasure all three of them.
Bradley seemed content to play with her breasts while Frank was readying her for another round of lovemaking. She savored being between the two and how each man found a way to stay connected to her while the other lavished her body with attention.
Suddenly, her mouth was devoid of Frank’s. He had pulled away and was staring down at her cunt. The longer he stared, the more nervous she became. She had to wonder if there was something wrong.
In a moment, she felt the plug being tapped as Frank’s fingers fucked her. Her nerves sparked to life again, and she felt the familiar tingling sensation spreading inside her.
A thumb added to play with her clit. It was heavenly. The trifecta of foreplay was sending her racing toward climax. With Bradley plying attention to her nipples, Brooke felt like she could win the Triple Crown of orgasms.
The fire within her felt like it was going to burn her. Consume her. Her hips thrust of their own accord, letting herself fuck Frank’s fingers.
His hands stilled, prompting Brooke to open her eyes. She hadn’t realized she had closed them. Her gaze met Frank’s near denim-colored eyes. She wondered if she had done something amiss, but he comforted her by saying, “Let me do the work, sweetheart. It’s our job to pleasure you. You will never have to bring yourself to completion as long as you have one of us around.”
A tender and endearing voice had commanded Frank’s words. Behind her, near her ear, she heard Bradley give a small, “Uh-huh,” in agreement.
Frank shifted his body and draped himself over her. She felt his hard satin-covered dick slide between her labia. Her head fell back against Bradley’s shoulder as she reveled in the exquisite feel of Frank prepping himself to enter her.
Slowly, he pushed himself in. He parted her pussy, the feeling tight since the plug was still settled in her ass. When Bradley had made love to her, the plug was added after he had entered her. This sensation was different, but it still sent her climbing the climactic mountain.
That she had come twice already just a bit ago and she was well on her way to another one surprised her.
Muscles tightened in Frank’s face and neck as he finally thrust inside her. Brooke felt like he was trying to hold off, but since the wave was clearly building in size, she didn’t want him to wait.
She grasped his biceps as she moved her hips against his. Frank groaned. He pulled nearly all the way out and then push back in sparking the electricity inside her womb. He pounded into her as if he couldn’t stop.
It was nearly painful, but every movement brought his pubic bone to strike her clit. Letting him take over was all she could do until that invisible spring within her sprung and sent the electricity out to every part of her body. Her pussy grasped hold of his cock as if it didn’t wa
nt to let go of him.
Frank slammed once more into her and held himself still as liquid hot molten jetted from his dick. She could feel it as it bathed her insides, sparking another round of spasms.
Lying within Bradley’s arms with Frank over her and his cum filling her, Brooke felt at peace. She let sleep overtake her, content to be sandwiched between her two men.
* * * *
“Raven, can you please call my designer’s assistant and let her know I won’t be able to go out to the house tonight?” Brooke requested on her way through the receptionist’s office. “With the weather the way it is, I’ll only have time to meet with Mike about the shipping before I head back to the hotel. I’ll also want everyone here to go home. I want everyone safe and sound.”
With snow flurries flying, Bradley and Frank wanted to her to be safe, so they drove her in after their afternoon romp. Both men walked behind her as she entered her office.
“Yes, Brooke,” Raven responded before the door closed.
It was several moments before chuckles sounded from the men. It was Frank who spoke up. “Do you think she noticed you aren’t wearing the same things you wore this morning?”
Brooke giggled as she took a seat in her chair. “I hope not.”
Bradley straightened up, seriousness overtaking his mood. “Raven sent me a message earlier telling me the schedule for the shoot. I’m going to go check out my new office while you have your meeting.” He looked at Frank, hoping the man would accept his invitation. “You want to come with me?”
“Sure.”
Brooke smiled. “As soon as I’m done, I’ll come look for you.”
Both men walked around her desk and gave her a kiss. Bradley hated to be parted from her for any amount of time, but he knew it had to be done. They were going to have to let her have a normal life.
The office was on the other side of the reception area to Brooke’s office. Bradley thought she probably gave him the office just to be close to him, but what did he know?
There was a desk, a brown leather chair, and a file cabinet that occupied the room and nothing else. He would like to see another chair or two for clients to sit, some artwork on the wall, and office supplies. A picture of Brooke was going to be their first personal item, to sit right on his desk.
Sitting on the desk, Bradley motioned for Frank to take the chair. He waited until Frank sat before he said what he had been thinking for the past several days.
“Have you gotten the feeling we’re being followed?”
Frank eyed him, amazement on his face. “You’ve felt it, too?”
Bradley nodded. “It’s been since we took the ride down to Polson. I kept checking the rearview. Spotted what looked like the same car several times, but I wasn’t sure.”
“Same here.” Frank leaned back in the chair and propped one foot up on the desk. “It was really strong earlier, even while we were in the hotel.”
“Is that the reason you came here today? To protect our girl?”
“Ever since that note came in, my gut has been twisted in knots.” Frank took a deep breath. “My gut is telling me that it had nothing to do with something here at work.”
Bradley had a sixth sense about some things, but Frank had a gut feeling. Both were good for their line of business.
“Then what would it be about?” Bradley asked, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe Brooke has made any enemies in such a short amount of time being here. She’s put to work nearly a hundred and fifty people from the area. That’s good for the town.”
“Yeah, and it’s not like the property here was good for anything but a warehouse. There are several properties around here still up for sale, so I don’t think that has anything to do with it.” Dropping his foot back to the floor, Frank shook his head. “I’ve been racking my brain trying to think of what it could possibly be, but just can’t think of anything else.”
The thought that it had to do with one of their cases was frightening to think about. Both of them had put away their share of criminals.
Revenge was a nasty business and unfortunately, innocent people got hurt. Bradley couldn’t bear to think about Brooke getting hurt because of something they had done.
“Do you think we should leave Brooke until we figure this out?” he asked, not liking the taste in his mouth with those words. Also, the ache in his heart a separation would bring was overwhelming. They had already been separated for so long, he hated to have to go through that again.
“I’m not leaving her,” Frank stated, his words strong. He crossed his arms across his chest in almost a defiant act. “I can’t live like that again. Not after we’re finally together.”
The feeling was mutual.
Bradley stared out the window. His mind was working on so many possibilities that he was actually getting a headache. Their number one priority was Brooke, but they had to save their own asses also. He knew her love for them ran deep. He didn’t want to think what would happen to her if something happened to him or Frank. Besides, Frank had become more than a friend in the past year. He was a brother.
“I think we split up whenever we go somewhere. One of us goes with Brooke, while the other hangs back and watches for a tail. It would be the best way to catch whoever’s doing this,” Frank suggested.
Frank had a good head on his shoulders. He loved Brooke as much as Bradley did.
“I agree. We’ll take turns. Hopefully we’ll be able to catch them quick.”
A nod of agreement was all the two needed to set things in motion. They had spent so much time together since they decided to come out here to start their physical relationship with Brooke that they were able to read each other’s body language. Occasionally, a facial expression was readable also.
With a chuckle and a sweeping gesture of his arm, Frank asked, “Now, this office looks sterile enough for you to work in it. What else do you need?”
Bradley flipped Frank the bird. “I’ll need a few extra things, asshole.”
The two men shared a laugh as Bradley stood.
* * * *
Dinner was a quiet affair in the Italian restaurant next to the hotel. Snowflakes danced merrily on the tendrils of wind outside the window they sat next to. The place was nearly deserted, only one other table occupied toward the back of the restaurant. If Brooke had to guess, they were family of the owners.
Over the past few weeks, the threesome had gotten to know the waitresses that had served them. The chef had come out several times to talk to them between orders to be prepared. That the workers were all family surprised Brooke, yet it shouldn’t have considering how small Kalispell was.
A man and wife along with their two daughters and one son-in-law were kept busy running the restaurant seven days a week. The elderly man was from Italy. He had come over to the States to seek his fortune at the young age of nineteen. He had found his treasure in the form of his wife, a local girl who had been introduced to him by a friend. A year later, they had opened the restaurant and gotten married. The girls followed not too long after, and they had enjoyed a good life of serving good food.
Brooke really enjoyed their food, but she was going to need to watch what she ate. She felt the pounds beginning to seep into her body, and she worried that her men would find them offensive. There was already a pouch on her stomach and some extra inches on her hips and thighs. Frank and Bradley didn’t seem to mind—in fact, they had both said they liked her figure the way it was. Yet she worried they would change their minds.
“You aren’t eating your dessert, love,” Bradley observed from across the table. His plate had been cleaned, and he was now working on some spumoni.
Frank had a piece of tiramisu. Both men had offered to share their dessert, but she had declined and ordered a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
“I got caught up in watching the snow. It’s beautiful.” She hadn’t lied.
“It is beautiful.” Frank held up a fork up to her lips of the coffee-and-rum-tainted sinfully
rich delight. As much as she wanted to deny the offering, she opened her mouth to accept.
The flavors burst upon her tongue as she chewed the dessert. Her eyes closed as she savored the dessert before swallowing.
“I love the sounds you make when you eat something you enjoy,” Frank whispered close to her ear. “They’re the same sounds you make when we’re touching all your sexiness.”
A chill raced through her as her body responded to his compliments and the sound of his sexy voice. Nipples beaded and moisture seeped out onto her panties. Even after making love to them earlier, she wanted them again.
Picking up her spoon, she dipped into the melting sweet ice cream. Deliberately, Brooke let out a moan. Masculine groans told her what the men were thinking, and she knew she was going to be very busy for the rest of the night.
* * * *
The storm wasn’t as bad as the forecast had been earlier in the day. The roads didn’t wind up with as much snow predicted, although they did deserve a run through from the snowplow.
Brooke had made arrangements that morning to meet with the designer’s assistant after work. She would have gone earlier, but her busy schedule at the office had kept her there all day. Now, anger filled her.
There had been no calls to her or Raven to indicate the assistant wasn’t going to be there. Brooke waited for nearly an hour, giving the woman the benefit of the doubt for why she was late. Finally, trying to call, she found the number she had used only this morning to be disconnected.
Braving the cold, Brooke grabbed her flashlight and went into her new home. The construction was nearly finished. The aroma of fresh paint that she had chosen lingered in the rooms, the paint having been applied in all the right places. The hardwood floors had been installed and stained to perfection the color she had picked. All the appliances had been set in their rightful places in the kitchen, the laundry room, and the master bedroom.