Fast and Furious

by Trista Ann Michaels

  “That’s it, baby,” Blaine whispered in her ear. “Take it all. Ride it hard.”

  She rotated her hips, forcing him even deeper inside her. Blaine grasped her hips, holding her still as he bent her backward and latched onto one of her breasts with his hot mouth. Allie was close to screaming, she was so turned on. Never in her life had three men made her this crazy, this fucking hot for them. She had a feeling that even if she’d come, she’d still want them.

  She glanced over at Chase, who still lounged sexily against the headboard. For some reason, her gaze always sought him out. She wanted to know he was still there, that he still approved and wanted her. She reached out a hand toward him, and he pushed away from the headboard to his knees.

  He slid next to her and gripped a handful of her hair, dragging her head back. His mouth landed over hers in a kiss that left little doubt he still wanted her.

  “Oh, God,” Allie moaned against his mouth.

  “This is just the beginning,” he whispered. “We have a whole night planned for you.”

  Blaine worked her hips back and forth over his cock, and Allie closed her eyes as rapture raced through her veins.

  “Don’t you dare come yet,” Chase commanded.

  She gasped at the hot desire that harsh demand sent racing through her body.

  “I don’t know if I can stop it,” she whispered.

  Blaine thrust one final time, losing his own control as his orgasm raced through him. Allie shuddered at how deeply he seated himself, filling her to the womb as his orgasm reached its peak.

  Chase pulled her from Blaine’s lap and shoved her to her back, her head resting at the foot of the bed. Chase spread her legs and settled the head of his cock at her entrance, but didn’t enter her. Instead, his eyes bored in hers, holding her captive as he stared down at her.

  “Chase, please,” she begged.

  “Please what?” he demanded.

  “Please take me. Make me come.”

  He thrust into her, and her orgasm was almost instantaneous. She screamed as it raced through her, taking her body to the brink of pain before slamming it back down to reality. Chase continued to thrust, prolonging her orgasm, making her cry out over and over until he, too, found his release, joining her in a shout of pleasure.

  Chase cupped her face and dropped his head, brushing his lips gently over hers in a kiss that was so sweet, so tender; she felt that if she was standing, she would’ve melted.

  Her arms lifted and wrapped around his neck, holding him to her as his kiss slowly deepened, his tongue leisurely exposing every inch of her mouth. Much too soon, he broke the kiss, but kept his mouth close to hers as he spoke.

  “Sure you’re up for all three?” he whispered.

  She smiled, her lips spreading against his. Lifting her hips, she wiggled against him. “Are you?”

  He nipped at her lower lip. “I can always sit out and enjoy the show.”

  She pursed her lips, pouting. “But then it wouldn’t be a foursome, now would it?”

  “Insatiable little devil,” Chase purred as he pushed himself deeper and rotated his hips against her mound. The movement brushed across her sensitive clit, and she hissed in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

  “Unfortunately, I’ve come twice. Not sure I have a third in me.”

  Allie lifted her leg over his hip, holding him inside her. “I bet I can get you up again.”

  Chase chuckled and softly kissed her. “I have no doubt.”

  He pulled from her body and rose to his knees. As he did, he smiled down at her in a way that made her feel sexy and adored. She hadn’t felt that way in so long. One night stands were all she’d done for most of her life. She hadn’t ever had a serious boyfriend. Screw ’em and leave ’em, that’s what she did. But these guys were different.

  They made her feel safe, protected, adored. They made her feel sexy. They made her so damn horny it drove her nuts. Even now, her body hummed to have them again. Chase leaned against the headboard in between Logan and Blaine. Allie stared at them and smiled, letting her raised knee slowly rock back and forth.

  The three of them were so sexy, so handsome. Especially lined up along her headboard the way they were.

  Logan reached out and grabbed her foot, giving it a squeeze. “Feel better?” he asked.

  Allie stretched and her smile of contentment widened. “I’m getting there.”

  Logan chuckled and reached over Chase to slap at Blaine’s leg. “I think someone still wants to fuck.”

  Blaine returned his grin as Logan moved to his knees facing her. Allie watched in anxious silence as he began kissing a slow path up the inside of her leg. Her surprise wasn’t that he kissed her leg, but that her pussy responded. God, she was insatiable.

  “We don’t have any lube,” he murmured as his lips began their way up the inside of her thigh. “Taking you in the ass without it would be painful.”

  “I have some,” she whispered.

  Logan froze and lifted his head to stare at her. “Where?” he asked.

  “Top right drawer of my dresser.”

  Blaine jumped up from the bed and quickly searched the drawer. With a grin, he raised the bottle of lube. “Found it.”

  Logan rose and took the bottle from Blaine then set it on her nightstand. Allie let her gaze wander down his muscular body then back up. Their gazes locked, and she bit her lower lip, waiting to see what he would do next.

  Chapter Twelve

  The beeping of Allie’s phone registered through her lustful haze and she closed her eyes in frustration. Not now. Please, not now. She glanced over at the phone, which still lay on the foot of the bed where she’d left it earlier.

  “Ignore it,” Logan growled.

  Allie shook her head. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

  She reached for the phone and flipped it open, sighing as she stared at the list of coordinates. Two sets of coordinates in one day? Seemed a bit strange, but what could she do? She was in this and no matter what was going on, she had to comply and jump when they said jump.

  She flipped the phone closed again and dropped it onto the bed. She rolled to her stomach and set her foot on the floor. As she stood, she stared down at the guys in apology. “I hate to fuck and run, but…”

  They remained silent and she had to look away. None of them asked her where she was going. None of them questioned her sudden departure. It was as though they already knew. She peeked at them through her lashes and didn’t miss Chase’s worried expression. When he caught her staring, he quickly covered the worry and smiled slightly.

  “You can make it up to us,” he said softly.

  Allie nodded. “Yeah.” Feeling like a heel and even more like a fool who had the wool pulled over her eyes, she went to the bathroom to wash off and get dressed. She had to be quick. These meetings had a time limit.

  *

  Chase pointed to the phone as soon as Allie shut the bathroom door. “Get the coordinates.”

  Logan quickly grabbed the phone and glanced at the numbers on the screen before setting it back where he’d gotten it. With a nod to Blaine, he indicated they should leave.

  “Take the motorcycles,” Chase whispered. “They’re around the side of the building. You’ll be able to keep up with her better.”

  Logan nodded and he and Blaine were out the door just as Allie returned from the bathroom. She was dressed in jeans and a red tank top. Comfortable shoes covered her feet. She looked fairly put together except for her wild curls. Despite how much she ran her hand down the strands, trying to tame them, she still appeared disheveled. To him she looked like a woman who’d just been well fucked. And why wouldn’t she? She just had been.

  “Where did the guys go?” she asked.

  “To find our clothes.”

  Allie nodded and reached for her keys on the nightstand. “I’ll see you later,” she said as she turned to leave the room. She stopped and turned to look at him. “Will y
ou be here when I get back?”

  “Do you want me to be?” he asked.

  She stared to say something then closed her mouth. Shrugging her shoulder, she replied as she left the boat, “If you want.”

  Chase’s chest tightened at her false bravado and the trepidation darkening her eyes. She was worried. And truthfully, so was he. At least this time, Blaine would be there, making sure nothing happened to her.

  Hopefully, they could end this quickly before they figured out Allie was a cop. If they hadn’t already.

  * * * *

  Allie climbed from her car and stood inside the open door, nodding to the other two men who’d arrived. The night air was humid, the sky pitch black. No threat of rain, but no stars either. The streetlights blocked them out, making the sky look like a solid black mass.

  A fourth car pulled up and Allie watched in shock as she recognized the young man who slid from behind the steering wheel.

  She quickly schooled her expression, but inside her heart was breaking. He was only seventeen; just a child in her mind. She knew him as Sven, a young driver with promise. She’d hoped he would pursue that promise on the race track, not on the streets of Miami as a drug runner.

  They’d pursued him. They’d heard of his driving ability and convinced him to work for them. She looked away and out across the water of the Inter-coastal. He would die just like all the others had. They used them for a period of time and then they got rid of them. They were a liability and her time was fast approaching.

  The dealers arrived in a large black SUV, which she knew would be fully loaded with drugs and money. They never knew which they had. The back of their car was loaded, then they were given new coordinates to go to. They were never given the coordinates ahead of time and it was always somewhere different. It was a tactic that kept the location of their safe houses and drop-off points secret and out of the hands of their enemies.

  She popped her trunk, trying her best to keep her emotions in check. How dare they bring in a child! She wanted to slit their throats—all of them. Then bust Sven’s ass for even thinking about doing something so stupid.

  “You’re set,” one of the dealers said as he slammed the trunk shut.

  He turned to stare at her, his eyes narrowed in suspicion, his gaze assessing. Allie did her best to keep her game face intact. Unfortunately, she had an increasing feeling of dread. Something had tipped them off. Something had put her in a suspicious light. She replayed the last few days in her mind, trying to find what it was she’d done to tip her hand. Nothing came to mind.

  “Watch your back,” he snarled.

  Allie swallowed, but said nothing in response. Her phone beeped with coordinates, and she slid behind the wheel so she could plug them into her GPS. Another night, another drug run and still no closer to getting to the main people. This undercover assignment had been nothing but a massive fail. She needed out.

  Putting the car in drive, she let her anger roll through her, tensing her entire body. Maybe she could take her anger out on the road. Pushing hard on the gas pedal, she left the parking lot, her tires squealing loudly.

  *

  Logan watched her pull away and turned his attention to the dealers. “Follow her,” Logan said to Blaine as he adjusted the binoculars he stared through.

  “I’ll try,” Blaine drawled as he turned the key and started the bike. “She’s damn hard to keep up with even with the damn tracking device. She’s so damn fast.”

  Blaine pulled out, and Logan smiled, his mind going to their lovemaking session earlier that evening. She was hard to keep up with, both in a car and in bed. Insatiable didn’t even begin to describe that sexy little minx. He could fuck her all night and still not tire of her. Hell, he had a feeling he would never tire of her.

  Same went for Chase as well. He hadn’t missed the way they’d looked at each other. If she felt anything for them at all, she felt the most for Chase. They had a connection; a chemistry. He belonged with her.

  Whether Chase saw that or not was another thing.

  Blaine would follow Allie and make sure she stayed safe. He would follow these guys. He would then get the info to SECNAV and let them handle it from then on. He sighed as he thought about having to face Allie’s father after spending the last hour or so fucking her. Their job was to get Allie to safety, preferably all in one piece, not screw her. But screw her they had, and now that they had, Logan would have to figure out a way to not appear so damn guilty the next time he saw his boss.

  * * * *

  With a sob of anger, Allie stomped into the shop and threw open the fridge, looking for the bottle of vodka she’d swear she’d seen the day before. She needed a drink. Ever since seeing Sven get out of that car her emotions were becoming harder and harder to keep inside. Just the thought of them doing to Sven what they’d done to the cop made her want to vomit again.

  She found the bottle at the back of the freezer. Grabbing it, she hissed at the cold glass and twisted off the top. She wasn’t even going to bother to mix it with anything. She just wanted it straight. She just wanted something to numb all the anger and regret that threatened to choke her.

  Could she get Sven out? Hell, she couldn’t even get herself out. They knew. Her time was up and she didn’t have a clue what to do to save herself. It didn’t matter where she went. They would find her. They always found the ones that ran and they always made examples of them. The images would stay with her forever. They would be filed with all the other nightmarish images that had haunted her over the last two years.

  Lifting the bottle, she swallowed several large sips. The sooner she could get drunk, the better. The alcohol burned the back of her throat as she swallowed. She coughed and ran the back of her hand across her mouth. It hit her stomach and she winced at the tingling warmth that quickly began to spread through her veins.

  She wasn’t really a hard drinker, so this wouldn’t take long at all. Lifting the bottle, she again downed several more swallows. Coughing, she stood and began to weave her way through the back door to her boat.

  A light shone through the window and she frowned, trying to remember if she’d turned the lights off. The guys must’ve left it on. That’s it. Part of her wished at least one of the guys was still there. Shoot, she’d be even happier if all three were there.

  With a wicked grin, she stopped walking and lifted the bottle to her lips. After three more swallows, she dropped it to her side. She already felt the effects and welcomed the numbness she knew would soon follow. She needed it. She needed to forget.

  Maybe they would kill her tonight. Better to die a horrible death drunk than sober. Maybe she would die with the memories of her foursome instead of the memories of the dying cop or the short life of Sven.

  Closing her eyes, she tried to stop the flood of tears that threatened to spill over her cheeks. She couldn’t have stopped the cop’s murder even if she’d wanted to. She knew that, but it still didn’t keep the guilt from eating away at her insides. This would haunt her forever. She knew it and that made the need to get dog-ass drunk even more important.

  On shaky legs, she continued toward her boat. She slid the door open and stepped inside, only to come to an immediate halt at the gorgeous vision sprawled out on her bed.

  Chase had remained behind and currently slept on his back across the middle of her bed. He had one hand on his stomach, the other across his eyes. His body was completely nude and displayed in the most eye-catching way.

  Good lord, he was scrumptious.

  Her gaze dropped to his hard cock and a grin spread across her mouth. Had he gotten hard in his sleep? Was he dreaming about her? Either way it didn’t truly matter. All that did matter was he had a hard-on she didn’t want to let go to waste.

  With a drunken giggle, she began to make her way to the bed. She felt giddy to have something to take her mind off the last twenty-four hours. What she would do tomorrow, she had no idea, but for now, she would use what was laid out
so delectably before her.

  She began to work her way to the bed, but tripped over something lying across the floor. With a soft curse, she righted herself then began a sexy, if slightly off balanced, stroll to the bed.

  Wow. I’m drunk.

  She put her hand to her head as a wave of dizziness made the room spin precariously like a wobbly top. She blinked, trying to make it stop. She definitely couldn’t hold her liquor. But then why would she? She hardly ever drank.

  “Are you drunk?”

  Allie winced and dropped her hand from her forehead. She glared at Chase, or tried to, but she couldn’t see him very well past the blurry vision. He wasn’t supposed to wake up yet; at least not until she had that magnificent cock in her mouth.

  “No,” she tried to argue. She shifted dizzily on her feet and put one hand on her hips, hoping she at least passed for partially sober.

  His lips twitched adorably. “I think you are.”

  “I can’t be. I only drank…” She lifted the bottle and gaped at it in shock. “Half the bottle,” she added in surprise. “Damn. When did I drink all that?”

  Chase chuckled and sat up. “I think it’s safe to say you’re not a drinker.”

  She turned her gaze back to him and narrowed her eyes. “Hey. I’ll have you know I can hold my liquor just fine, thank you very much. Now … lay back and pretend you’re asleep. Your waking up ruined my whole surprise.”

  Chase tilted his head and smiled softly. “I’m not sleeping with you when you’re this drunk.”

  “Fine,” she snarled and lifted the bottle to take another large sip. She swallowed and waved the bottle toward him. “There’re lots of guys out there that will.”

  She turned and started to leave the room, intent on finding one of those guys. Chase jumped up and got between her and the door.

  “No you don’t,” he said as he grabbed the liquor from her fingers.