Undercover Obsession

by BJ Wane

  Piper’s own anger was fueled by the worry over the potential harm that could have befallen Haley last night as well as the need to give up her independence until they caught whoever was harassing her. Stalking over to Brody, she poked her finger at his rock hard chest while glaring up at him. “And I told you I had to get to town before ten. Neither of you were ready, so I left, and I am perfectly fine.”

  Brody ignored Ian’s smirk as he glared down at the minx jabbing him with her finger. If he wasn’t so pissed, he would be amused that a woman who was a foot shorter and a hundred and twenty pounds lighter than him had the gall to lecture and berate him, especially when he was here to look out for her. Torn between the urge to either grab that finger and haul her up until their mouths were fused together or tossing her over his lap again, he took a step back in a visible effort to refrain from acting on either impulse. He was quickly discovering that his attraction to the new, feisty, independent Piper was just as strong, if not stronger, than his attraction to the shier, meeker young woman he had walked away from five years earlier. Unfortunately, nothing had changed in the ensuing years and he was just as fated now to walk away to go after Charles as he was back then.

  “Remember what happened yesterday when you defied us, Piper,” he warned.

  Piper remembered all too clearly the unfulfilled arousal he had left her with and his rejection of her. Was that why she had deliberately taunted him by defying him again today? There was no denying she wanted him. Her pussy literally ached with the desire to feel him filling her again, fucking her with such ruthless intensity that nothing mattered except reaching that pinnacle that she had only been able to achieve that one time with him. But she wasn’t that pathetic, needy girl anymore, striving for the attention and caring she had fought for and lost in seeking the love of a substitute father.

  Suppressing the arousal his presence had wrought, she turned from his knowing, hard eyed gaze. “I’ll help you get cleaned up, Haley.”

  “We’ll all help out, then I’m getting a big, fat barbequed beef sandwich I saw advertised down at the diner,” Ian stated, sending a look to Piper as if daring her to say something.

  Piper smiled, liking the way she could get his goat over her eating habits. “They’re your arteries.”

  Haley turned from them wishing she could banter with a man like that. Correct that, she thought as she righted a toppled over rack of blouses, she wished she could be that teasing with that man. Why Ian was the first man in almost six years to get her interest, to have her dried up libido suddenly springing back to life was beyond her. He was polar opposite from the men she used to be attracted to, from the man she had married at twenty-two and finally rid herself of two years later. She had met Tim when she clerked in his law office her senior year of college and had fallen instantly for his smooth manner and suave demeanor. He had courted her with candle lit dinners, flowers and flattery until she agreed to marry him just two short months after they had met. Tim’s true colors had emerged so slowly, that the first time he slapped her, she had been so shocked she had accepted his explanation of dealing with a stressful case and his apology without thought. By the time their second anniversary was approaching, his verbal abuse was being met more and more often with a slap across the face or a bruising of her arms from his tight grip. Each incident was followed with flowers and excuses and apologies until she had finally had enough.

  Hanging the tops back on the rack, Haley tried to forget what happened when she had told him she had filed for divorce, had tried over the past six years to bury the memory of how his fists felt as they pummeled her face, the excruciating pain from his foot kicking her, snapping her ribs, the sound of his leering, taunting voice telling her she was never going to leave him. Now, looking at the shambles of the shop that had been not only her lifeline, but her pride and joy, she felt violated all over again. Even knowing this time the attack wasn’t aimed at her, she still couldn’t stop the fear of losing everything again to someone stronger and meaner.

  Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Ian next to her, handing her some blouses he had put back on hangers. His hand barely touched her arm, but she was so startled she couldn’t stop a small gasp from escaping, her body automatically taking a step away from him, a move in direct contrast to the image in her mind of the two of them naked together. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

  Ian’s brows lowered in a frown, anger churning through him as her wide blue eyes stared up at him warily. Reining in the urge to snap at her, he managed to drawl, “Try to remember we’re the good guys, would you? I’m going to pick up lunch. What do you want?”

  He was big, hard and abrupt and damn, but if that combination didn’t have her aching from her nipples down to her long neglected pussy, she thought with a combination of pleasure and bafflement. “I’ll have the barbeque, same as you.”

  “Thank God,” Ian sighed. “I don’t think I could take dealing with two women who didn’t know the pleasures of good old fashioned red meat. Be right back.” Ian quickly left the shop, as eager for what he considered real food as he was to escape the combined look of fear and determination on Haley’s face. He wasn’t a fucking white knight here to slay her demons, he thought irritably, and he sure as hell wasn’t here for a brief fling with the local shopkeeper, no matter how much his cock was aiming in that direction. “Suck it up buddy,” he told his semi-aroused appendage. “It’s the hand or nothing until we get home.”

  “Are you going to attempt to put the fear of Agent Pearce into her again?” Ian asked Brody as they followed Piper back to her cabin an hour later.

  “I doubt if another round over my lap will do anything except turn us both on again,” Brody answered derisively. The more they cleaned up Haley’s shop, the longer he thought about someone bent on causing Piper harm, the madder Brody got until he knew the erotic punishment he was itching to give her was no longer an option. Even though he was confident of his ability to control himself, he had never touched a woman in anger and wasn’t about to start now. Besides, he’d probably end up fucking her instead of punishing her and that was still not an option he was willing to choose at this time.

  “Then you better think of something to get through to her,” Ian said as they turned into her drive, “because I doubt if she’s going to just roll over and let us take over regardless of the scare I think today gave her.”

  It was the reminder of the fear and uncertainty clouding Piper’s green eyes all afternoon that hardened Brody’s resolve to deal with her in the best way he saw fit. She got off on him spanking her, got turned on and responded to that erotic stimulation in a way any man with a penchant for spanking would love to exploit. But it might be an altogether different matter and response if it was delivered by someone else.

  “She’d enjoy retribution from me too much, but she might not be so amendable if you gave her a lesson.”

  “Well, hell,” Ian grumbled as they parked behind her jeep and he opened his door. “You sure don’t ask for much, do you?”

  “Good luck. I’m going to scout around,” was all he told him before walking right past Piper without a word or backward glance as he strode off towards the wooded path across her yard.

  Piper’s body betrayed her yet again as she felt the disappointment of Brody shunning her. All afternoon and on the drive home she had fought against the excitement filling her as she anticipated another session over Brody’s lap, an excitement that had her panties clinging damply to her folds, her nipples so tightly puckered they were practically poking holes in her bra. Her eyes went from his retreating back to slide over the garden bench, her breath releasing on a frustrated, resigned sigh of disappointment.

  Her look spoke volumes, making it easier for Ian to give in to Brody’s suggestion. Not that he didn’t enjoy delivering a sound spanking to a willing partner, he just never indulged in that kink without following up with a long bout of sweaty sex. Because he understood and agreed with Brody’s reasoning there, he would honor
his decision. But it sure as hell wasn’t going to be easy, especially given the semi erect state his cock had been determined to maintain throughout the afternoon, all over another woman who was also off the table for sex. He simply refused to go there with Piper’s friend despite what he suspected was a growing mutual attraction.

  “Don’t worry, Piper,” Ian said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the bench. “Brody’s not the only one who can teach you we mean business.”

  Before she knew it, Piper found herself facedown over another pair of hard, muscled thighs, her hips wiggling in a futile attempt to dislodge herself. With a swiftness and expertise that spoke of a lot of practice, Ian had her completely stripped of her shorts and panties and was peppering her ass with short, sharp slaps, slaps that were landing fast and furious over her buttocks. Shocked arousal speared through her senses, the heat and pain he was building wasting no time spiraling to her already soaked pussy. Mortified by her reaction, a reaction she had mistakenly thought was because of her attraction to the man more than the act, she struggled anew to get away from both the humiliation and the building lust Ian was responsible for.

  “Let me go, Ian. Damn it, I don’t want to do this.” Her demand came out as a desperate plea, her mind refusing to accept what her body so blatantly did.

  “Tough, you should have thought of that before worrying us, again, with your foolishness. Be still,” he ordered as he smacked the top of her thigh to keep her from kicking out. If it wasn’t for the obvious damp arousal seeping from her pussy to coat her thighs, he would stop, but the proof of her arousal couldn’t be denied, proof that Brody’s plan of causing her grief instead of giving her pleasure by having Ian administer this spanking was backfiring big time.

  Two things made Piper give in. The first was she simply couldn’t fight against the pleasure she was getting from Ian spanking her, pleasure that was building with each painful smack. The second was the mention of the worry she had caused them, worry, she suspected was felt more by Brody than Ian since she and Brody had a history. Unable to stifle a cry when he landed a particularly hard blow on the sensitive flesh of the under curve of her right buttock, Piper gave in to the pleasure, sank into the bliss of a building orgasm she knew was going to be off the charts.

  Burying her face in her folded arms, she didn’t even try to keep her hips from automatically lifting for his next swat, didn’t try to stop from rubbing her mound against the rough denim covering his rock hard thigh or stop the way her body shuddered over him. Her ass was a mass of throbbing heat, her buttocks clenching with her gyrations as her pussy swelled and dampened even more as her vaginal muscles contracted spasmodically in anticipation of climaxing.

  Just as she reached the precipice, prepared herself mentally and physically to let go, Ian stopped smacking her then tantalized and tormented her with a slow stroke of one finger over the seam of her pussy, leaving a damp trail as he slowly glided up over her anus. Forgetting her frustration for a moment, she lifted against that finger, wanting to feel more against that sensitive spot, wanting to feel the penetration she remembered from the other night that had sent her careening over that edge once again.

  As much as he’d like to delve into that tight orifice, Ian reluctantly left that treasure and soothed his palm over her reddened ass. There was no way in hell Brody was going to keep from taking her again, and there was no way in hell he was doing this again without the option of seeing it through to his satisfaction. But right now, he had no intention of sending her inside to get herself off in private. He wouldn’t fuck her, but he would give her this, even though Brody glared at him from across the yard as he flipped her over and sat her up on his lap, holding her in place with an arm around her shoulders and her legs.

  Piper’s frustration and disappointment was so acute, she wanted nothing more than to escape Ian’s knowing eyes as he held her tightly until she quit struggling. “Let me go. You’ve done what you set out to do, now leave me alone.”

  She masked it well, Ian thought, but beyond the embarrassment and sexual frustration, he could still see the mortification and disappointment of what she thought of as another rejection. It wasn’t his place to try to explain, but he could give her something. “I’m not Brody.” Spreading her thighs, he took her hand and drew it down to her gaping pussy. “Show me what you like. Come for me, Piper, and in doing so we’ll both give Brody a little payback. No, don’t turn around,” he stopped her by grasping her chin, keeping her face turned towards him. “Don’t think of anything except getting off. Here, I’ll even help.”

  With unerring efficiency, Ian had her top whisked off over her head and the front clasp of her bra undone before she could grasp his meaning. Knowing Brody was watching, and hopefully suffering, gave her the incentive she needed to get over her initial reluctance to perform such a private act in front of Ian, a man she barely knew. Then again, she had no trouble getting aroused by an over the knee, bare assed spanking from this virtual stranger, which only told her Brody had fucked her up.

  Liking the fact she could pin her woes on him as well as liking the way Ian had drawn her right nipple into his mouth and his tongue was curling around her taut bud, she gave in to the pleasure, the growing, consuming need to simply let go and enjoy the moment and the man. Her middle finger slid easily between her folds, and the soft, wet sound of her penetration would have been embarrassing if her vagina hadn’t clamped around that digit in a vice of silky steel, if the small tremors that had been so abruptly stopped didn’t pick up right where they left off, if she didn’t automatically jerk her hips against her hand and set her climax loose with a single stroke over her clit. Ian’s mouth and hand never let up on her breasts, his teeth nibbling, his fingers pinching, the slight sting adding to the pleasure sweeping through her with the speed and fury of a tempest.

  Throwing her head back, her cry echoed in the yard, the warmth of the sun shining down on her adding to the heat exploding throughout her body.

  Brody had to visibly force himself to stay rooted at the edge of the woods instead of crossing her small yard and joining them like his cock was demanding he do. He hadn’t been prepared for the possessiveness that had filled him when he had set eyes on Piper draped bare assed over Ian’s lap even though he knew what to expect when he returned from walking off his irritation and anger. Spanking a willing woman was only one of the kinks he and Ian shared a liking for and it wasn’t the first time they had both indulged in that pleasure with the same woman. In attending the parties Charles held, they had indulged in their penchant for sharing and ménages more than once as well as in their private lives, but he had never felt this gut wrenching urge to plant his fist in his best friend’s face over any woman before. He hadn’t been jealous when Ian had joined him in helping Piper through the effects of whatever aphrodisiac she had been unwillingly given the other night. Then again, he had been there with them, joining in the pleasure of bringing her to orgasm over and over.

  Watching them now, he had to grudgingly admit that she had completely turned the tables on them with her willing response to Ian’s hand reddening her ass, an ass he was dying to get his hands on again. The automatic lifting of her hips, her soft cries of both pain and pleasure and the telltale dampness seeping from her pussy was all the proof he needed that, if she had fought against having a man she didn’t know intimately performing such an act, it wasn’t for very long.

  “Son of a bitch,” he cursed when Ian flipped her over and then didn’t release her to finish getting herself off in private. Brody knew what he was doing, knew Ian was trying to torment him because of his refusal to let either of them fuck Piper, and damned if it wasn’t working. Could there be a worse torment than watching a woman you wanted more than your next breath touching herself, watching her come apart under her own hands? He wanted to stride over and join Ian at her breasts, feel her hard little nipple stabbing him, join his fingers with hers and feel her come on them just like she did the other night.

  Her
cry of release had his cock seeping enough to dampen his jeans and crumble his good intentions. After Ian righted her clothes and sent her inside with a friendly swat on her ass, Brody’s only consolation for the past twenty minutes of pure torture Ian had put him through was that, from the stiff way he was rising, Ian was suffering the same painful effects as Brody was.

  Ian walked over to Brody, eyed the bulge that had to be as uncomfortable as his and stated, “If she pushes us again, don’t ask for my help unless we’re going to go all the way with her. This is bullshit.”

  “But I think it’s for the right reason and you know it.”

  “You would,” he sighed, “which makes you a hell of a better man than me. It’s my turn to walk off a little frustration.”

  “A cold dip in the lake works wonders too,” Brody called after him before heading inside and setting the ground rules, again.

  Piper was coming back downstairs when Brody entered the cabin and glared up at her. “Problem?” she asked innocently, relishing both the hard on he was sporting and the frustration he couldn’t hide. It was good to know he was suffering right along with her.

  Brody met her at the foot of the stairs and with her two steps up, they were almost eye level. “The next time you take off alone, it won’t be a hand you feel on those soft cheeks, darlin’, but my belt. From what I’m told, there’s a distinct difference in a hand slap and the taste of leather. You might want to consider that before you defy us again.”

  Piper’s eyes shifted to the thick, black belt at his waist and she couldn’t stop a shudder from going through her. The problem was, she wasn’t sure if it was a reaction of fear or of longing, because, God help her, she was suddenly curious about how that belt would feel stroking the soft globes of her buttocks. Shying away from that revelation, she managed to look coolly into his eyes and say, “Or I could tell you to leave.” As soon as the words left her mouth she knew she didn’t mean them. She wanted them here, she needed them here. Despite her reluctance to adhere so rigidly to their demands, she was afraid of the recent events, afraid of what they meant, afraid she did have someone who, for whatever reason, had it in for her. And she was smart enough to know she couldn’t handle finding the person behind these incidents without help. As if that wasn’t reason enough to let them stay, there was also the undeniable fact that she wanted Brody as much now as she had five years ago and she wasn’t willing to let him go until she got him out of her system once and for all.