by Tyler, Paige
Laci couldn’t help but be dubious. “You told me about Jessica.”
“You and Jase are the only people to ever hear that story. I've never told a soul about her. And I only told you because Jessica already moved. That and the fact that you promised it wouldn't show up in your article.” He brushed her hair back from her face with gentle fingers. “I'm not the type to go around spreading bunny gossip.”
She turned to look at Jase. “What about you? You seemed pretty quick to tell me about Beth.”
Jase’s mouth curved. “First off, Beth isn’t her real name. I changed it to protect her identity. Second, I don't sleep and tell. And third, you may not believe this, but we stand to get fired just as fast as you if word of this got out.”
Laci was usually good at seeing through bullshit, and if these two were lying, she couldn't tell. “So, you're both saying that what happens in this apartment, stays in this apartment?”
Both men nodded.
Jase ran his hand up and down her bare arm. “That’s only part of it, though. You still have to decide if you're willing to sleep with two men at once.”
She caught her lower lip between her teeth.
“Never been part of threesome, huh?” Grant guessed.
Laci looked away. It was foolish to be embarrassed. How many women had really ever done it with two guys? She'd heard of a few girls in college who claimed they’d done it, but she didn't know anyone personally who had.
“I'm not sure what to do,” she said softly. “Or how to do it.”
There, it was out. The funny thing was, she hadn't been obsessing about her inexperience while the two men had been kissing her. It was only now, with the reality of what she was considering settling in, these doubts had come to the fore.
Grant gently cupped her cheek. “Laci, that’s the one thing you don't have to worry about. If you decide you want to do this, all you have to do is put yourself in our hands. We'll take care of the rest.”
As if to prove their point, Grant pulled her into his arms at the same time that Jase moved in close to stand behind her. Pressed tightly between their hard bodies like this felt so unbelievably good. The practiced way they moved against her made her wonder if they’d ever done this before.
When she asked, Grant’s mouth edged up. “Have I been part of a ménage before? Yes. Was it with Jase? No.”
The two men rocked against her gently, the hard outline of their cocks pressing into her front and back. She moaned softly. “You could have fooled me. You two are good together.”
“It’s all the police training.” Jase voice was soft and sexy. “We have to be prepared to work with anyone at a moment's notice. It creates a certain mindset right off the bat. I'm just responding to what Grant does without thinking, and he’s doing the same.”
“Really? How interesting.” She slowly rotated her hips in time with theirs. “Maybe there's another article in there for me.”
Grant chuckled. “Maybe.”
She bit her lip as his cock pressed deliciously against her clit. At least she thought it was his cock. It was so hard it could have been a billy club. Though cops didn't carry those anymore, did they?
“Well, Laci. What's it going to be?” Jase whispered. His erection was insistent against her ass as he moved against her.
Thanks to the men's promises and the heat of her own arousal, the concerns and doubts she'd had about rumors getting out and whether she'd know what to do with two men at the same time, were already dissipating. All she had to do was open her mouth and tell the two gorgeous cops she wanted to be their brand new badge bunny. But she couldn't get the words out.
So she did the next best thing. She went up on tiptoe and found Grant's mouth with hers.
Chapter Five
Grant weaved his fingers in her long hair, giving it a sexy tug as he kissed her long and hard. Laci lost herself in the feel of his lips, the touch of his hands. All at once, that pleasant and familiar throb pulsed between her legs. Her panties would be soaking wet for sure by the time they came off.
She was so focused on Grant and what his mouth was doing to hers she almost forgot about Jase—until he reached around to unbutton her jeans. Grant shifted automatically to put enough space between them so Jase could shimmy her pants down her thighs. There really was something to be said for teamwork, wasn’t there?
When her jeans were down around her ankles, Grant put his hands on her waist and picked her right up out of them. With a flick of her feet, her shoes tumbled to the floor as well. Turning, he carried her a few feet away from her discarded clothes before setting her down. The second her toes touched the floor, both men were on her again, Grant kissing her lips while Jase nibbled her neck from behind.
Laci held on tightly to Grant’s shoulders, afraid she might melt into a puddle on the floor at his feet. Not that there was much chance of that with Jase doing his part to sandwich her between them. He slid one hand down her back to tease his fingers under the edge of her panties and move up and down the cleft of her ass. She got so excited she was actually dizzy.
She dragged her mouth away from Grant’s for some much-needed air. “Slow down, guys. Let a girl breathe.”
They laughed, but stepped back to give her some space. Which, she realized, wasn’t what she wanted after all. She was about to tell them that when Grant slid his hands under her tank top and pulled it over her head. She was left standing in nothing but her push-up bra and bikini panties, and the men weren’t shy about checking her out. As their hungry gazes caressed her nearly nude body, it occurred to her that she should feel at least a little self-conscious considering they were both still completely dressed, but she didn’t. She didn't understand how being half naked in front of two sexy studs could be empowering, but it was.
Behind her, Jase unclasped her bra and sent in flying. “I don't think you need this.”
“Or these,” Grant added, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pushing them over her hips.
He dropped to one knee as he slid them down her legs, which put his face right on a level with her pussy. She didn’t have to wonder if he could smell her arousal because she could smell it from up here. He made no comment as he straightened to his full height with the silky scrap of material in his hands.
Jase walked around to join his partner in front of her. Their smoldering gazes slowly caressed her body from head to toe, and back up again. They looked like they wanted to eat her up. And she was damn well going to let him do it.
“God, you are one beautiful woman,” Jase breathed.
“Beautiful, and very naughty,” Grant said.
Now there was an understatement if she'd ever heard one. She'd spent half the day trying to get the two men to tell her about their sex lives, and the other half fantasizing about sleeping with them herself. So yeah, she'd been naughty.
But Grant couldn’t be referring to that. How could he know what she’d been thinking?
“What do you mean?” she asked.
He held up her panties. “Just that these are very wet. It makes me wonder if you spent the whole day fantasizing about having sex with us?”
Now she did blush. She colored even more as Grant handed the moist evidence of her guilt to his partner.
Jase fingered them, but didn't say anything. Instead, he let out a low, rumbling growl that did interesting things to her tummy. She wasn’t sure how it was possible, but his smolder actually kicked up a few hundred degrees.
“Well, Laci?” Grant prompted.
Laci was almost too embarrassed to answer. What would be hardest to tell them—that she'd been wanting them both all day, or that she'd been soaking her panties from the second she'd met them?
Since when was she so shy? She had nothing to be ashamed of. She was a woman with a healthy sex drive, and Grant and Jase were two gorgeous men who’d flirted with her all day. They wanted her as much as she wanted them. She just happened to be the only one who was naked at the moment.
She squar
ed her shoulders, lifted her chin, and leveled her gaze at them. “At first, I was just thinking about sex in general. I mean, can you blame me? The stories you told me were very arousing. Although, I have to admit I did start imagining it was me you were doing all those things to.”
“And?” Jase urged.
“And yes, I also imagined what it would be like to sleep with both of you—at the same time. I never really thought it would happen.”
Grant lifted a brow. “Just the thought of it got you this wet?”
Was this how people felt when Jase and Grant interrogated them—naked and exposed?
“I got wet at the thought of sleeping with either one of you. Both of you together? Well, that got me really wet.” She gave them a sultry look. “Soaking wet, in fact.”
Laci thought she might be blushing again, but she wasn’t sure. Regardless, she felt insanely proud at her ability to get out such brazen words.
“Soaking wet, huh?” Jase stepped closer. “Mind if I confirm that fact for myself?”
She wasn't sure how he intended to check, though she could think of several very interesting ways he might try.
Wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her close, Jase slid his free hand between her legs and delved between the folds of her pussy. Eyes locked with hers, he ran a finger along her folds until he got it nice and wet, then he plunged it deep into her and wiggled it back and forth.
Laci gasped and clutched his shoulders, her breathing coming faster as he finger-fucked her.
“Oh yeah, she's soaking alright.” Jase confirmed to his partner.
Laci thought Grant would take his partner’s place—to check her level of excitement for himself, if nothing else—but instead he walked around to stand behind her. A moment later, he leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“You're even naughtier than I thought. Standing here completely naked, letting Jase slide his finger in your wet pussy like that.”
Grant’s words made her shiver, and Laci almost danced in anticipation at where he was going with this.
He put his mouth to her other ear. “Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you're not naughty at all. Maybe you're just a bad girl.”
Jase slid his finger out of her pussy, then lifted it to her parted lips, tracing her musky arousal over them. “Is that true, Laci? Are you a bad girl?”
She ran her tongue over his wet finger with a moan. “I didn’t think so until today, but I guess I am a little bit of a bad girl.”
Jase grinned at his partner, then gave her a mock stern look. “Well, you're in luck because we know just how to handle bad girls. Don’t we, Grant?”
“That we do.”
Taking Laci’s hand, Grant led her over to the kitchen table. When they got there, he urged her forward until she was bent over it. After the story he’d told about what he had done to Jessica in the shower, she had no doubt about what was coming.
Grant was going to spank her.
The strong hand that came to rest on her back confirmed it. Her pulse kicked into high gear.
Maybe suggesting she was highly experienced when it came to getting her butt smacked had been a bad idea.
She considered pushing herself up from the table, but Jase had already moved around the table to capture her wrists in his hands, holding her as firmly in place as his partner was.
Laci bit her lip, torn between competing survival instincts. One half of her—the nervous, shy half—wanted to immediately confess to them that she'd never been spanked before. That way, they'd take mercy on her poor, virgin ass—go easy on her.
But the other half—the wiser, more practical half—told her to keep that particular secret to herself. How embarrassing would it be to explain to the two cops she'd fibbed to them in order to make herself look more experienced?
Besides, the second, apparently more adventurous, side muttered from its perch on her shoulder, you’ve been wanting Grant to spank you like he spanked Jessica from the moment he told you about it.
Had she?
She was still thinking about that when Grant's hand landed on her right cheek with a resounding smack. If the two men hadn’t been holding her down, she would have bounced off the table.
“Hey!” She jerked her head around to look at him. “That stung.”
Grant chuckled. “That is the general idea.”
She opened her mouth to reply, but abruptly forgot what she’d been going to say as Grant lightly massaged her tingling skin. Oooh, that felt nice. At least until he lifted his hand and brought it down on her cheek again—in the same spot.
“Owww!” She stamped her feet as the sting left from his hand settled deep into her skin.
Grant rubbed her ass again. “You have been spanked before, right?”
She swore she could hear the suspicion in his tone. Damn, it was hard to fool a cop. How could she explain why she'd yelped so loudly after only two smacks to the bottom? “Of c-course. It's just that you…you know…caught me off guard.”
“I think what Laci is trying to say without coming right out and saying it, is that she needs a warm-up.” Jase gave his partner a reproving look. “I'd think a guy with your experience spanking a woman would know that.”
A warm-up? Is that what she needed? How exactly did a person get warmed up for a spanking? Sit on a preheated oven?
She looked over her shoulder again to see Grant smiling at her.
“You should have told me you have a sensitive bottom. I wouldn’t have spanked you quite so hard.”
“Um…” Did having a sensitive bottom mean Grant wouldn’t be able to spank her? “I didn't want you to change your mind about spanking me.”
His mouth crooked. “I wouldn’t have changed my mind. I just would have given you a warm-up first. Now that I know, I'll be a bit more gentle.”
Gentle sounded nice. In fact, he could just keep caressing her ass like that and she'd be one happy woman.
But then his hand rose and fell again with a pop. This time, she barely felt the smack—especially when compared to the first two. It made her ass feel warm without any of the sting that came with the others.
That spank was immediately followed by another, this time to her left cheek. She took a breath, then relaxed. Still good. Pleasant even. She shifted her feet, getting comfortable as Grant methodically moved from side to side, giving her those light, warming smacks.
She rested her face against the table and focused on the feel of his hand against her skin. Now that he was doing it more gently, she could understand why a woman could like getting spanked. Her cheeks were still tingling, of course. Which surprisingly made her clit tingle, too. The more smacks Grant gave her, the more aroused she got.
Every once in a while, his hand smacked the back of her thighs, right where it met the curve of her ass cheeks. The first time he did it, she jumped—that area seemed even more sensitive than her ass. But soon, even that felt incredible. Was it her imagination, or was he spanking her harder now? The smacks certainly sounded louder.
They still didn't sting, though. Well, not much anyway. And she had to admit, the burn that accompanied each slap felt kind of nice now. That was so weird. A few minutes ago, that same sensation had made her gasp out loud and complain. Now, she wouldn’t mind if he spanked her a little harder.
“I think she’s starting to like it.” Jase’s voice was a sexy baritone. “She’s even wiggling her hips in time with the spanks.”
She was? Since when?
“I noticed that. She warmed up quick.” Grant cupped her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Ready for me to spank you harder, Laci?”
She was so intent on figuring out if she was actually wiggling—she didn't know how she could be, seeing as how Grant's free hand was on her back and Jase was holding her wrists—she almost missed the question.
“Uh-huh.”
“Is that a yes?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes. Spank me harder.”
By the time she realized what she’d said, it was too late to wor
ry about blushing or taking it back. Grant's hand was already pressing a more firmly against her lower back, a sign that another, harder, smack was on the way.
Laci held her breath in anticipation, but when Grant's hand hit that perfect sweet spot right on the roundest part of her ass, she barely recognized the difference. If it wasn't for how much louder it was, she wouldn't have known he’d even smacked her harder. Where before all she’d been able to think about was the sting, now it was the heat flooding her ass that predominated her senses. It was just about the most stimulating thing she'd ever felt. Well, maybe not as stimulating as good oral sex, but pretty close.
Apparently this is what a good warm-up got you.
Grant went to work again, spanking each cheek in turn quite a bit harder than before. Without even realizing what she was doing, she went up on her tiptoes, lifting her ass in the air to meet each smack.
Jase must have been satisfied she wasn’t going to put up a fuss because he released her hands.
She lifted her head to look at him. “You can keep holding my wrists.”
It wasn't like she would have moved her hands, but his firm grip had felt nice. Arousing even. Like she was his prisoner.
He chuckled softly as he captured her wrists again. “Yes, ma'am.”
The glint in his eyes made her blush, and she quickly ducked her head to rest her face on the tabletop. All this was so new to her. How could she have suspected she’d like for one guy to hold her wrists down while another one spanked her? Hell, if someone had told her she'd have sex with two guys at the same time, she would have called them crazy.
Grant’s hand connected with her ass again, and this time, she actually let out a little moan.
Well, the police PR rep had said she’d learn a lot today from hanging out with two cops. He'd been more right than he knew.
Chapter Six
There wasn't a square inch of her ass or upper thighs Grant missed. Her bottom felt as if it was on fire, her pussy clenching and unclenching now with every smack, and her clit tingling so much she wouldn't have been surprised if she came right then without any stimulation on that part of her anatomy at all. She probably would have, too, if her legs hadn't been spread so wide. Positioned like she was, she couldn't get any thigh-on-thigh friction going.