by Paige Tyler
Cilla shook her head. Four hours? That was unbelievable. And definitely a record for her. “Well, fun is an understatement I think.”
She reached up and pulled Hayes close for a kiss. That was when she noticed she was still wearing handcuffs. They didn’t stop her from giving Hayes some serious tongue action. When she was done, she did the same to Reed.
“That was to show you how much I appreciate what you did for me.” She lie back with a purr. “You two were incredible.”
Reed cupped her face in his hand. “Having me in your ass didn’t hurt, did it?”
“Hurt?” She laughed. “God, no! It was perfect. I've never come so hard in my life.”
Reed leaned in and kissed her again. “Good. I'm glad we were able to please you like that.” He smoothed her hair back from her face. “You were pretty damn incredible yourself. Any chance you might be up for another round sometime?”
“Are you kidding? I'm ready to go again right now,”
Hayes pushed her down when she tried to sit up. “Whoa there, sweetheart.” He winked at Reed. “I think we created a monster.”
Reed chuckled. “Hayes is right. We went at it pretty hard. You may not realize it now, but you're going to be a little sore later. We probably need to take a few days off to let you rest and recharge.”
It wasn't like they were dating or anything, but the idea of having to wait even a few days to have sex with them again disappointed the hell out of her.
“If you feel up to it, we can set something up when we stop by the coffee shop tomorrow night.”
That brightened her mood. “You guys are going to stop by tomorrow night?” She laughed. “Well, technically, I guess it would be tonight, wouldn't it?”
Hayes grinned. “Of course. You didn't think we'd bail on you after the amazing sex we just had, did you?”
She was chagrined to admit it, but yeah, that was exactly what she’d thought. “I'm not so naive as to think you two haven't done this before. I’d love to get together with both of you again, but I assume there are others.”
Reed curled the end of her hair around his finger. “I won't try to tell you that Hayes and I are some kind of threesome virgins, but we don't do this nearly as often as you seem to think. In fact it's pretty rare. Like I said earlier tonight, it's hard finding a woman who can handle the two of us.”
“And I'm pretty sure I'm not just speaking for myself when I say you definitely top the list of the hottest, most enthusiastic partners we've ever had the opportunity to play with,” Hayes added.
“Without a doubt,” Reed agreed. “You're a once on a lifetime find, Cilla. Now that we found you, we're not letting you get away.”
The words made her feel pleasantly warm all over. She’d been feeling a bit possessive about the two hunky cops, and was glad to know they felt the same about her.
She looked from one to the other. “So, how did you know I’d be up for a threesome anyway? Do I put off a I-would-love-to-have-mind-blowing-sex-with-two-hot-guys kind of vibe or something? Is it the way I walk, or talk, or how I flirted with the two of you when you came in?”
The men laughed, but didn’t answer. She didn't get the joke.
“Seriously, guys. What clued you two in that I’d be up for a threesome? I really want to know.”
Hayes and Reed exchanged confused looks.
“Come on,” she said. “It can't be that blatant because this has never happened to me before. So, what was it?”
“It's not what,” Reed said. “It's who.”
Now it was Cilla's turn to be confused. Maybe she'd had so many orgasms in the last four hours that her head was rattled. Like some sort of sexual concussion. But she didn't think so. She was thinking clearly now, and could certainly count the number of fingers—or cocks, for that matter—the two men might wave in front of her face. But she was definitely missing something.
“Okay, you two, help me out here because you’ve completely lost me.”
It was Hayes who answered. “Cilla, we only propositioned you because someone told us you were really into us and would definitely take us up on it if we invited you to join us for a ménage.”
That made her sit up so quickly she almost got dizzy. Both Hayes and Reed reached up to steady her. She shook off their hands. Something strange was going on here, and she was going to figure it out.
“Who told you that?” she demanded.
Reed exchanged looks with his partner. “Were they wrong?”
Cilla shook her head. “Hell no. But I’d like to know who I have to thank for this so I can ask them how they could have possibly known something like this about me. Especially since I didn't know myself. Not until you two were flirting with me back at the coffee shop anyway.”
“Flirting with you?” Hayes’s mouth quirked. “I'm pretty sure it was the other way around.”
Cilla opened her mouth to deny it, then decided not to bother. She had been flirting. Besides, she didn't want to be distracted from her question. “Who was it?”
“It was Tracy,” Reed said. “She said you told her you had a thing for us and that you'd love to sleep with the both of us at the same time. She said we should make the first move because you never would. She even said we should do it tonight since you'd be working the coffee shop alone.”
Cilla was so stunned, the men could have been knocked out of the bed with a feather. Tracy had set her up with this threesome? Her friend going home early made a whole lot more sense now. Tracy had wanted to make sure Cilla would be alone when the cops showed up.
But how had Tracy known she’d be up for a ménage? Contrary to what Tracy’d told the two cops, they’d never talked about anything like that. Cilla didn't even remember saying anything to her friend about Reed and Hayes, except to mention they were cute. Apparently, Tracy knew more about what Cilla liked than she did herself.
Reed frowned. “I’m guessing from the look on your face that Tracy set this whole thing in motion on her own?”
She nodded. “I guess so.”
“Do you want us to arrest her?” Hayes asked.
Cilla laughed. “No. I think this definitely falls into the category of a victimless crime. Besides, it's hard to be mad at her considering she was right.”
She flopped back on the pillows between the two men. She was going to have to thank Tracy when she saw her at work that night.
Turning onto his back, Hayes grabbed something off the bedside table. When he rolled back to face her, she saw he was holding the keys to the handcuffs. She frowned as he took them off. She’d gotten so used to wearing them she felt naked without.
She gave him a pout. “Did you have to take them off?”
“Yes,” he said. “You've had them on long enough.”
She bit her lip. “Don't suppose I can keep them, can I?”
Hayes laughed. “Sorry, sweetheart. They’re department issue.”
Damn.
Reed reached out and caught her hand. He pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist. “Don't worry, babe. We'll bring you a pair of your very own when we stop by tonight. Will that make you happy?”
Her lips curved. “Yes. But only if we break them in right away.”
Hayes chuckled. “See? We really did create a monster.”
Reed’s mouth twitched. “If we bring you your very own cuffs, you'll have to earn the privilege of wearing them. Think you're up for that?”
Cilla would rather have earned that privilege right then, but she knew they were serious about making her wait. That was part of what made it so exciting.
She nodded. “Yes, Officers. I'm ready to do anything you two think is necessary to earn that privilege.”
“Good.” Reed kissed her hard on the mouth, then groaned. “We better get out of here if we have any hope of getting some sleep before our shift starts.”
He was clearly trying to maintain his cool exterior, but she didn’t miss the slight hardening of his and Hayes’s cocks as thy two men got out of bed. Knowing she could
excite them at just the suggestion of her resuming the role of their submissive play toy made her feel powerful as hell.
She followed them into the living room, then stood there comfortably naked as they pulled on their uniforms. It was fun watching them. Like a strip tease in reverse.
Once they were dressed, they both came over and took turns kissing her. She could smell the scent of her perfume on both of them. It made for a very nice combo—soft femininity and solid masculinity.
They looked her up and down, then reluctantly reached for their hats. Cilla hoped it was as hard for them to walk out as it was for her to let them.
“See you tonight,” Reed said.
Hearing that made letting them go a bit easier.
“I’ll be waiting.” She followed them to the door, not caring that she was naked. “Don't forget those cuffs.”
Hayes swooped in for another kiss. “We won't.”
“Just be thinking about how you’re going to earn them,” Reed added, his mouth claiming hers once more before they left.
Cilla closed the door and leaned her naked, still rather tender ass against it. What a night she'd just had.
And what a night she was going to have.
Read on for a sexy excerpt from A COP, HIS WIFE AND HER BEST FRIEND, the third book in Paige Tyler’s Badge Bunnies Series. Available soon!
A COP, HIS WIFE AND HER BEST FRIEND
Copyright © 2012 by Paige Tyler
They were in the same dressing room trying on clothes when Capri caught sight of the barely discernible red marks crisscrossing Aly’s ass cheeks at the edges of her tiny bikini panties. Capri caught her friend’s arm and turned her back to the lights above the full-length mirror so she could get a closer look. She almost reached out to run her fingers over them, but stopped herself just in time.
“I can’t believe you still have marks from last night,” she said.
Aly looked over her shoulder at her reflection. “The strap always leaves marks. It’s one of the reasons I love Sam to spank me with it.”
Capri studied them again. “They look really sexy. Can you feel them?”
“When I sit down. A good strapping can do that, even though Sam never smacks my ass harder than I can take. That's the best part of getting strapped. Feeling it the next day and remembering how hot the sex was. It keeps me excited for a few days afterward.”
Capri was still marveling at that as they tried on shoes a little while later. She and Aly both fell in love with the same pair. High heels with sexy straps, they were absolutely beautiful. But they are also crazy expensive.
“You should get them,” Capri said impulsively.
Aly looked up from the shoes she'd been admiring in the mirror. “Are you nuts? I can't afford these. I could pay for a top of the line sink for what they're charging for these things. Sam would flip out!”
“I didn’t say should keep them. You can always bring them right back and get a full refund. After they've served their purpose, of course.”
Aly glared at her. “And what purpose is that ? Getting me in trouble?”
Capri didn’t answer. Probably because she couldn’t believe the direction her thoughts were taking. It seemed Aly wasn’t the only one who liked being a bad girl.
Aly’s eyes went wide. “Oh, my God. You're trying to get me spanked again so you can watch!”
Capri cringed. “Why don’t you say it a little louder, Aly? I don't think they heard you down at the food court.”
Her friend pulled off the shoes and tossed them back in the box. “But that is what you're doing, isn't it? Trying to give Sam a reason to whack my ass again so you can watch and play with yourself?”
Hearing Aly put it so bluntly made Capri’s face heat. Her friend wasn't wrong. That was exactly the thought that had crept into her naughty head. “Yes. But it sounds pretty bad when you say it like that. Forget I said anything.”
Aly stood there regarding her for so long Capri blushed all over again. “So you really want to watch me get spanked again?”
Capri nodded.
“Okay. Then I'm up for it.” Aly pointed a finger at her. “But you have to promise to stay for the whole thing. I want to know you're watching me the entire time, and that includes the sex afterward.”
Capri felt like Aly had just given an extra special Christmas present. She jumped up and hugged her friend. “Deal. But only if you're sure Sam won't freak out too much about the shoes. I don't want to get you into any serious trouble.”
“He won't. Besides, if he gets too upset, I can always tell him it was all your idea.”
Capri laughed. “Very funny.”
She and Aly giggled about their plan all the way home. Underneath the laughter, however, the sexual tension was palpable. Capri’s clit tingled so much, she had to rub her thighs together to keep from going insane.
The moment they got home, Aly put the shoe bag in the living room, positioning it perfectly to make sure Sam couldn't miss it. The store they’d purchased the shoes from used fancy bags with their name on them, so he’d know right away that his wife had spent some serious change. To be on the safe side, Aly placed the sales receipt right on top.
“I’m getting spanked, guaranteed.” Aly grinned. “God, I'm so excited.”
“Me, too,” Capri admitted. “I can't believe we're really doing this.”
“We?” Aly laughed as she took vegetables and beef tips out of the fridge. “You plan on getting spanked with me?”
“Of course not!”
“Didn’t think so.” Aly turned on the oven. “You know, this will be the third night in a row that I've gotten spanked. I'm going to have one hell of a sore bottom tomorrow.”
Capri would have felt bad if her friend wasn’t practically pinging off the wall in anticipation. Aly couldn't wait for her hunk-of-a-cop husband to punish her while Capri watched. She wrapped her arms around her friend and gave her a hug.
“Poor Aly. Don't worry. I'll rub lotion on your bottom afterward.”
Aly’s lips curved. “Don't think I won't remind you of that promise.”
While she couldn’t resist teasing her friend, Capri was just as eager for Sam to get home. She could barely concentrate on helping Aly make dinner.
“Do you think that Sam will want to spank you the moment he gets home?” she asked as Aly put the casserole dish in the oven.
Aly shook her head. “Not with you here. He’ll do it when we go to bed.”
Capri didn’t know if she could wait that long.
Her friend refilled their glasses with iced tea. “We don't want to look too obvious when Sam comes in. That could blow the whole deal. Remember to look natural.”
“Will he use the strap on you again?” Capri asked.
“Probably not. At least not the strap you saw.” Aly put the pitcher back in the fridge. “Sam never likes to use any particular spanking implement too often. He doesn't want me to get bored with it, you know? He'll pick something different.”
Capri’s eyes widened. “Exactly how many spanking implements do you guys have?”
“Oh! I forgot you haven't seen our collection.” She grabbed Capri's hand and pulled her toward the stairs. “Come on. I’ll show it to you. If you like one, maybe I can steer Sam in that direction.”
Upstairs, Aly led her into the big walk-in closet. She pushed aside the dresses and blouses that hung from an upper rack, revealing an entire wall of spanking implements. The array was bewildering.
“There are so many. How do you ever choose which one to use?”
“Sam always picks for me, and he's never wrong.” Aly took a wooden paddle off its hook. It was so highly polished, it looked like glass. “This one is my favorite. It doesn't look it, but it’s heavy. It doesn't leave a smack as much as it does a good solid thud when it hits my ass. I feel it all the way to my toes when he gets me good with it.”
Capri took the paddle from her friend and tested its weight. “You’re right. It is heavier than it looks.”
> Before she even realized what she was doing, she reached around and experimentally smacked herself on the ass with the paddle. She didn't do it very hard, but she still felt it through her shorts. Yikes, that thing was dangerous. Aly must have a tough bottom.
She handed it back to her friend. “That’s way too much for me.”
“I agree.” Aly hung it back up. “It’s definitely not something a novice should start with.”
Capri laughed. “Hey! You're the one getting the spanking, remember? I'm the one hiding behind the door playing with herself.”
“I know.” Aly reached for another paddle. This one was wider, but much thinner, kind of like a ping pong paddle. “I was just telling you in case you decide to buy yourself some paddles. When you find the right guy, I mean.”
“Right. Like a good spanker comes along every day.”
They spent the next fifteen minutes trying out the different paddles, crops, straps and whips in Aly’s collection. Capri almost asked Aly to give her a few smacks with each of them, but just the thought made her blush. She still had fun trying them out on herself. She couldn't stop oohing and aahing over how different they all felt. Her bottom was tingling nicely by the time she handed the last one back to Aly, and she was tempted to push down her shorts and sneak a peek at her ass in the full length mirror on the wall to see if it was red.
Aly regarded her thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t have thought it, but I’d say you're a strap girl.”
“You think so?” Capri eyed the long, brown leather strap Sam had used on Aly the night before. “Maybe so. It does leave a nice heat as it wraps around during the swing.” She swung her gaze around to Aly. “But that was with me using it on myself. I'm sure it’d sting much more if someone used it on me. Not that I intended to find out, of course.”
“Of course,” Aly agreed.
As her friend pushed the clothes back over the wall that held her toys, a flash of something silver caught Capri’s attention. She reached out and pushed aside one of Aly's sun dresses to reveal a pair of chrome-plated handcuffs dangling from a hook.
“Why are Sam’s handcuffs in here with your spanking stuff?” Capri couldn't take her eyes off them. They were like jewelry.