Undercover Obsession

by BJ Wane

  “Fuck him,” she muttered as she rinsed and stepped out of the shower. “He’s not the only fish in the sea.” Cole would be in town in a few days, in time for the big Fourth of July celebration on Thursday. She could wait two days for him and then she planned on camping out with him until his tour was ready to move on to the next leg of their wilderness trek. If Brody felt she wasn’t safe enough with Cole, then he could damn well watch. As a matter of fact, she decided as she drifted to sleep, having him watch her with another man appealed greatly, especially as she imagined all the things she could do to and with Cole that would drive any man crazy with lust, even one who was hell bent on turning her away at every opportunity.

  Because of her erotic dreams of Brody watching her with Cole, Brody pulling her away from Cole in a fit of jealousy, Brody joining her with Cole then followed by her, Brody and Ian in a naked tangle together, Piper awoke wanting the damn man more than ever, her pussy soaked with need and painful arousal she refused to acknowledge or give in to. Cursing all men in general, she dressed in her usual gym shorts and tank top, omitting underwear in her eagerness to escape out to her garden before either of the guys got up. After downing a glass of juice and grabbing a bagel, she slammed outside, hoping toiling in her garden helped calm her roiling emotions and anger.

  “She’s muttering again,” Ian said without turning from watching Piper out the kitchen door when he heard Brody enter the kitchen.

  “She does that more when she’s upset or pissed. I’m guessing she’s both this morning.” Brody looked at Piper kneeling in her garden, a sight he could never have imagined before now. Her shiny, black hair was pulled up into a ponytail and swung around her neck and shoulders as she jerked weeds from around the vegetable plants. On her knees, her soft shorts clung to the rounded globes of her ass and he felt his cock shifting, hardening as he remembered vividly the feel of that ass under his hand.

  He hadn’t slept well last night, the image of Piper’s face as she went upstairs alone haunting him. He had been tempted to say to hell with his good intentions, his desire to erase the hurt reflected in those expressive green eyes and let her know how much he did want her almost enough to override his common sense. Despite the relatively short time they had known each other, he could read her like a book, but right now, he wished he couldn’t because there wasn’t anything he was willing to do, at this point, to convince her of how much he wanted her.

  “If you weren’t so hell bent on doing what you think is right because, maybe Sandoval is alive and maybe we’ll have enough to charge him with, she wouldn’t be out their muttering up a storm.” Sometimes, Ian thought, his friend’s stubborn streak over doing what he thought was right was a pain in the ass.

  “Stupid, fucking idiot”

  Brody grinned as Piper’s grumbling could be heard through the open door. Funny, he mused, he didn’t mind being labeled a stupid, fucking idiot in this case because he was beginning to think she was right. “I think it’s cute,” he said, referring to her penchant for muttering under her breath.

  “You would.”

  Flipping his keys, Brody ignored Ian’s sarcasm and headed to the front door. “I’m going into town to check on her jeep and talk to Gary.”

  “And to avoid the morning after awkwardness?” Ian tossed him a knowing look over his shoulder then grinned when Brody flipped him off and left without answering. The rumbling of the Chevelle’s engine starting up caught Piper’s attention and Ian watched as the curiosity on her face switched to anger when she saw Brody drive off. This time her mumbling was indiscernible, but the meaning was clear. She was pissed. Ian stepped outside intending to try to soothe her ruffled feathers, but his phone rang and seeing it was Carlos, their man under cover with Pasquino, he had to take it.

  Piper’s gaze went from the tail lights of Brody’s car as he disappeared down her long drive towards the main road to Ian who was walking away from her, his phone to his ear. Watching Brody drive away, simply leave without talking to her, raised her ire to an all new level. It must be nice, she thought sarcastically, to be able to come and go without reporting to anyone or getting permission. She knew the restrictions they had put on her were for her safety, but she was also aware they thought the recent incidents aimed at her were to draw Charles out of hiding, thought if he was still alive, he’d show up to make sure she was safe.

  Knowing the loss of her freedom to simply come and go as she pleased was temporary and for her safety meant very little in the face of his indifference last night and this morning, and especially when she remembered they were both only here in the first place because they were hoping Charles would come to her rescue. If he was still alive, which she didn’t believe, why would he show up now when he hadn’t cared enough about her in the past five years to let her even know he was alive?

  Piper rose from her crouched position, brushed the dirt from her hands and knees and decided that a swim would help defuse her temper as well as cool her off. Ian had walked down the graveled drive and she started to call out to him to let him know where she was going. Then she remembered the way Brody hadn’t given her that simple courtesy, even after fucking her brains out yesterday, and, ignoring the little voice telling her her reasoning was flawed, she headed for the lake path with angry, purposeful strides.

  Ian ended his call, turned and spotted Piper just as she entered the woods towards the lake. “Piper, wait up!” he called. When the little minx simply flipped him off and kept going, Ian found his frustrations of the past few days coming to a head and did not appreciate being silently told to go fuck himself twice in the space of five minutes. Damn Brody, he cursed as he ran after her. If Brody hadn’t been so obsessed with her ever since he had returned from that solo visit to Geneva years ago, and hadn’t insisted they be the ones contacted if she was ever in trouble, and if he didn’t have a fucking chivalrous streak a mile wide when it came to doing right by her where their involvement with Sandoval was concerned, then he wouldn’t be chasing her through the woods, in the humid late morning heat, with pent up lust that hadn’t had an outlet ever since they had touched every inch of that woman’s body with their mouths and hands four nights ago.

  He caught up with her on the dock, grabbed her hand and had her bent over his arm before he even realized his intentions. He probably shouldn’t be doing this when he was mad, he thought, but knowing he wasn’t angry enough to cause her any true harm and he would stop if she told him to, he grappled with her struggling, small body, ignored her curses and jerked down her shorts, not surprised to find her naked under them.

  “God damn you, Ian, let me go,” Piper swore as she tried to break away from the hard arm he had her bent over, but his grip reached around her waist and had her pinned to his side and the next thing she knew, she was bare assed for anyone out on the lake to see.

  “If you’re going to act like a spoiled brat, I’m going to treat you like one. Hold still.” Ian slapped her right cheek hard, the bright red imprint from his hand making his cock go from semi erect to a full blown hard-on.

  Mortification had her gasping but when he landed the first hard swat, that gasp turned to a moan. Blaming Brody, she quickly found herself succumbing to the pleasure/pain of erotic spanking he had introduced her to. “I was just going to my boat,” she managed to get out after the next swat. “You can practically see me from my cabin and you would’ve heard me cry out if someone was after me. Ouch!” Damn, that one really hurt, but not enough for her to want him to stop. The stiff erection pressed against her thigh told her he wanted her, and Piper was feeling insecure enough, and resenting it, that she found herself wanting to feel that hard cock in her pussy in the worst way. Of course, the fiery burn he was raising on her ass that was working to heighten her arousal had a lot to do with her sudden desire for sex, and that was Brody’s fault too.

  “Unless,” Ian bit out as he aimed several rapid fire slaps on the under curve of both buttocks and the tops of her thighs, “your assailant had chloroformed you a
nd simply carted you off before I got to you.”

  Well, shit, she hadn’t thought of that. Now she had a guilty conscience, a throbbing, burning ass and a need to know she was wanted, even if it was just for a quick fuck, fighting for supremacy within her. Pressed so tightly against Ian’s hard body not only aroused her, it made her feel safe and secure, his demanding hard-on made her feel wanted and the arousing heat from this spanking all worked together to make her throw caution to the wind when he stopped spanking her and rubbed the flesh he had just abused.

  Turning her head up to him, she whispered achingly, “Touch me, Ian, please, touch me, don’t leave me hanging.”

  Ian cursed his best friend again for reducing them both to this state as he stared into Piper’s swimming eyes and knew he couldn’t ignore the plea or the fear of rejection in them. Not only was his cock saying enough was enough, he simply couldn’t let her think he didn’t want her, especially after Brody had walked away from her last night. Shifting his hand from her warm ass to cup her warmer pussy, he bent over her and kissed her, the position awkward but expedient. Thrusting two fingers into her sopping sheath, he finger fucked her as hard as he kissed her, his tongue dueling with hers as his fingers explored the warm, wet recess of her vagina. When they moaned into each other’s mouth, he pulled away from her, bent her over the rail and fished a condom out of his pocket.

  “You better be sure about this, Piper, because once I’m inside you, I won’t be able to stop,” he warned her as he covered himself and poised his cock at the apex of her puffy lips.

  Piper kicked off her shorts that had fallen to her ankles when he turned her to the rail and bent her over as she replied breathlessly, “I am. Now, Ian, take me now.”

  Piper shoved Brody out of her mind, rested her head on the rail between her hands and simply wallowed in the pleasure of being filled again, the ecstasy of being fucked hard and deep by a large cock. She refused to let anything else matter except this, refused to think about anything except feeling the pleasure of an awesome climax ripping through her, giving her a brief respite from the pain of constant rejection and fear about what was happening with her life.

  His cock slid into her in one smooth stroke, stretched her as much as Brody’s had and as he set up a rhythm of well-aimed thrusts, she felt flaming need once again consume her. Lifting her head, she spotted a boat anchored in the lake, close enough to see what they were doing, and instead of shying away from the exposure, she found it only increased her excitement. Her body shook with the force of his thrusts, making her tighten her hands around the rail and lower her head back down to brace against the onslaught.

  Ian’s harsh breathing matched her own as her pussy started to tighten around his cock, the slap of their hips pounding together mingling with their gasps. When he released his tight hold on her hips, slid his hands under her loose top to cup her dangling breasts, he never let up on his smooth strokes. He was rough as he kneaded the soft mounds of her breasts and pinched the hard tips, his wide, hard chest covering her back as he lay over her. The onslaught proved to be too much and Piper finally let go, let the pleasure take over and sweep her insecurities and cares away for a brief moment. Her inner walls clamped around him spasmodically as her keening cry echoed across the wide watery expanse.

  “Again,” he demanded as she convulsed around him, thinking Brody was an idiot for turning her away. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.” As another orgasm soaked his cock, Ian couldn’t hold back any longer if his life depended on it. As soon as those silken walls started clutching at his rigid length, his balls tightened and his own orgasm spewed into the latex as he managed to keep up with his jackhammer thrusts, nothing but their hips slamming together as his body lay prone over hers. By the time his mind cleared and he was reduced to slow, shallow dips, he reluctantly pulled back, releasing her full breasts with a sigh and straightening back up. Running his palms over her still pink buttocks, he waited until the last of her small contractions ceased then pulled out of her and helped her to stand.

  Her face was bright red, her chest heaving as he bent and pulled up her shorts before kissing her very lightly on her lips. “On second thought, sweetheart, feel free to defy me whenever you want. I like how you take your punishment.”

  His easy, nonchalant attitude relaxed her and Piper found it easy to return his grin. “How about you catch whoever is tormenting me and then we won’t have to worry about me defying either of you.”

  Swinging an arm companionably around her shoulders, he steered her back towards her cabin. “Take away all my fun, why don’t you.”

  Piper’s good mood slowly slipped away as she showered, and she couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t in her happy place after having her happy button pushed so effectively like she had been yesterday after sex with Brody. The sex had been great, as good as it had been on Brody’s car, and she had gotten off on the exhibitionism. Why then, did she recall thinking of Brody while Ian was giving her such pleasure, wishing it was Brody behind her, taking her with such forceful possession she couldn’t help but respond. Her orgasm had been as body enveloping as the one Brody had driven her to yesterday, and really, one cock was as good as another, wasn’t it? Cole had always managed to get her off without the added foreplay of spanking her ass, and she didn’t have any complaints about their sex life. Or she hadn’t until Brody popped back into her life.

  As she dried off and dressed, Piper was beginning to think all her posturing about wanting just sex from Brody was a smokescreen for craving more. Guilt spread through her at her behavior. Her actions today had been unlike her, going from one man one day to another the next. She didn’t worry about Brody’s reaction to her fucking Ian, after all, he had made it clear he didn’t want anything else from her. Why then was she feeling so discontent?

  Damn them, she swore as she slipped on her tennis shoes and went downstairs. She needed a beer, maybe several, and her best friend to vent to. After gathering up the few items she had managed to finish to replace the ones destroyed earlier in Haley’s shop, Piper found Ian sitting outside on the small bench that she couldn’t look at again without remembering the pain and pleasure they had both subjected her to on it.

  “I’m going into Hope. Are you coming?” she asked without preamble.

  “I go where you go, so I guess that means I’m coming.” Ian tossed his empty bottle into her recycle bin and fell into step with her as they headed towards the trail that led to town. While he enjoyed the scenery on this trek and the friendliness of both tourists and residents they waved to along the way, he found the silence of the woods creepy and Piper’s silence worrisome. “Are you okay?” he finally asked after ten minutes of hearing nothing from her, not even mumbling.

  “I’m fine. Why?” Piper had no experience with casual sex, no experience with sex with men she barely knew, and was at a loss at how to act. Her and Cole had been friends before lovers and by the time they slept together, she was comfortable with both him and their on again/off again relationship. It had worked for both of them until now. Her only prior one night stand had been with Brody and he had left the next morning, leaving no time for awkwardness. Now, all she could think about was Brody, even after the awesome sex with Ian.

  “I just want to make sure you don’t regret what happened earlier, because I sure as hell don’t.” Ian stopped to hold a hanging tree limb up for her, his eyes meeting hers with open honesty.

  Piper stopped and looked up at him. “It was just sex, right? Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

  “Maybe because you’d rather it had been Brody fucking you again? Relax,” he said with a smile when she couldn’t cover her start of guilt, “I don’t have a problem standing in for him. He might, though.”

  Piper frowned at him. “Brody won’t care because Brody doesn’t want me.” Turning from him, she started walking again.

  “Oh he wants you, make no mistake about that,” he said as he fell into step with her again. “The problem is, he want
s more from you than sex. If it was just lust he was feeling where you’re concerned, he would’ve been upstairs in your bed with you since we got here and would say good-bye with no regrets when we leave. Now, me, on the other hand, I’m perfectly good with just sex from you or anyone else who’s willing.”

  Piper thought he was just being nice and didn’t believe Brody was interested in her on a personal level, so she ignored that comment and teased him about the last. “Yet you haven’t been in my bed either.”

  “Trust me, sweetheart, if Brody hadn’t put the brakes on, I would’ve been.”

  However, as they entered Haley’s shop a few minutes later and Ian’s cock had an instant, hardening reaction to seeing her again, he was beginning to doubt his own words. He had never reacted so strongly to a woman before and since he had the same reaction every time he saw her, he found it unsettling, especially coming so swiftly after having sex with someone else. He should be satisfied for now, but seeing Haley’s blue eyes shy away from him, her slender body tense with a combination of discomfort and attraction, he was anything but. It was irritating to discover that the more he was around her, the more he wanted to know about her past and who had given her cause to live her life in fearful caution.

  “Hi,” she greeted them, her questioning eyes moving from Piper’s piqued look to Ian before shifting away from his intense stare. “You sounded upset on the phone. Is everything all right?” she asked Piper as she set her backpack on the counter.