Undercover Obsession

by BJ Wane

  Brody did know that just as he knew Ian was right about his feelings letting him get tangled up with doing what he knew he should do. “I’m still going to try to reason with her. If she doesn’t give, I’ll have no choice but to keep her close, and you know what that’ll mean if we go to that party.”

  Both Ian and Brody knew and that was their only misgiving about bringing Piper along. Carlos had passed along to them Pasquino’s penchant for prostitutes and kinky sex, he had been to several parties held at Pasquino’s private home and it had been something Pasquino and Sandoval had in common. If Piper went with them to Atlantic City, she’d have to attend the party with them and she’d be expected to play the part of a paid escort, one that would allow them liberties in public.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Brody didn’t trust the sunny smile Piper sent them when they entered the kitchen, but something smelled so good, he shoved his misgivings aside in favor of food. “What’re you fixing, darlin’?” he asked her as he poured another cup of coffee.

  “Waffles, from scratch, and a warm strawberry glaze to pour over the fresh strawberries you can put on top.” Piper set a plate in front of each of them as they took a seat at the counter, each piled with three large waffles.

  “No meat?” Ian complained even as he was reaching for the big bowl of sliced strawberries, the golden brown waffles looking and smelling too good to turn down.

  “No, no meat, but tonight is chicken fried steak night at the diner, so you can always get your artery clogging fix later.”

  Piper was trying not to show how anxious she was to hear what they decided about letting her accompany them to the Empire. What she had threatened earlier still held true, she could and would travel back to Atlantic City without them, but she remembered how difficult it had been to learn anything about Charles when she had gone there five years ago, how no one had believed their relationship or would, for whatever reason, direct her to him. It would be so much easier, and faster, if she went with them and their undercover roles paved the way for her. She refused to believe Charles had simply abandoned her all this time, but maybe she could finally discover what really happened to him and why. To that end, she thought she’d have better luck convincing them to take her by appearing amendable instead of demanding.

  “She’s being too nice,” Ian said to Brody.

  “I know. Scary, isn’t it?” Brody smiled at Piper across the counter as he took a large bite of his waffle.

  Piper frowned at them, not liking how they saw through her so easily. “Fine. I won’t be nice. Am I going with you or on my own?” She really, really didn’t want to go there alone. She knew it would be a wasted trip unless she had their clout backing her to get information on Charles. She had convinced herself and come to terms with believing the man she loved so much was dead up until a week ago. Deep down, she was angry that their presence in her home after not hearing anything from Brody since she fled Atlantic City had not only disrupted her life, but had made her doubt herself, and Charles. Instinctively she knew she wouldn’t be able to put the matter to rest and resume her life like normal if she didn’t know for certain.

  She had the most expressive eyes and Brody could read her like a book through them. Her stance and tone was all bravado, but those Irish green eyes were filled with self-doubt and anxiety. He’d much rather see them smiling, her mouth turned up in a sassy grin as she teased him. Brody knew if he could ever convince her to give a real relationship a try after this was all over, she’d have him wrapped around her little finger in no time, especially if he managed to end the threat those missing days still held over her.

  “You have no idea what this man is capable of, Piper. He’s been neck deep in the drug trade since he was a teenager, working his way up the chain ruthlessly. He’s not a man you want to be anywhere near.” The thought of her in that casino at the same time as Pasquino sent chills up his spine. Just another damn reason to keep her close.

  “But I’d be safe with you, wouldn’t I?” she asked reasonably, confident they would be overly zealous in watching out for her.

  “Of course,” Ian answered. “And we’ll be in public for most of the time, but that’s not a guarantee he won’t try to pull something, especially if he knows of your connection to Charles.”

  “We came here suspecting Pasquino was behind your disappearance, meaning he knows about you, and we haven’t ruled him out yet. Your safe return…” At her raised brow, Brody amended, “Your relatively safe return, unharmed doesn’t make sense. If he had you taken to lure Charles here, I would think he would’ve just ordered you killed when we showed up instead. We’re pretty sure Pasquino knows we were employed as Charles’s bodyguards and that our cover has stayed in tack, so why release you into our care, almost ensuring they couldn’t get to you again?”

  “As you can see, Piper, when it comes to you and your connection to Charles, we simply don’t know what’s going on. Taking you with us should help draw Charles out of hiding, especially if he knows you’re in close proximity of the man who’s had a contract on him for five years, but you have to be aware of the risks Pasquino poses,” Ian added as he scooped up the last bite of his breakfast and rose to take his plate to the sink. Coming back to her, he dropped a kiss on her forehead before heading back outside. “I’ll check flights for tomorrow morning.”

  Piper waited for the back door to shut before turning back to Brody. “You’ll just have to stick to me like glue, you know, like you’ve been doing all week.”

  “You mean like I’ve been trying to do all week,” he corrected her with a grin, her own cheeky smile too hard to resist. “Seriously, though, what you’d have to do to stay close to us and attend that party, if we’re invited, won’t be easy. According to our source, Pasquino has a hard on for Charles that hasn’t let up in all this time. No one has left his employ and lived except him.”

  “We don’t know he survived,” she said defensively.

  “No body, no sign of him, no word. Even Doc, his closest friend and the one who got him away from the casino that night doesn’t know what became of him. He did surgery and left him comfortable for a few hours only to find him gone when he returned to his clinic, and says he hasn’t heard from him since.” Which they didn’t believe. Doc swore to them that Charles wasn’t out of the woods and by him up and leaving the way he did, almost ensured a death sentence, and that he left the clinic before the FBI got there and both of them were taken in for questioning. All of that might be true, but they believed Doc knew more than he was admitting, and since Brody and Ian had only put together a circumstantial case against Charles that wouldn’t hold up in court, the bureau had no legal recourse but to wait him out.

  Since they were at a stalemate concerning Charles, Piper switched back to the topic at hand. “What would I have to do to attend that party with you?”

  “Remember what was going on when you crashed Charles’s party?” Her eyes widened and she simply nodded, making him smile. “Well expect that and more, and if you’re there as our guest, you’ll be expected to participate, in public. Pasquino only allows professionals at his parties, just like Charles, and it’s because he apparently likes to watch instead of fuck. Our source hasn’t figured that one out yet, but he’s been at several of Pasquino’s parties and never seen him join in the debauchery. Usually he’ll leave with no less than two women when things wind down, but rumor has it he just watches them.”

  “I can do it, Brody,” she said quickly before she could think about it. While the public displays of sex she had witnessed at Charles’s party had turned her on and all the times both Brody and Ian had her bare assed and completely naked outside where anyone stopping by could see had sent her arousal soaring even higher, she really wasn’t sure she would be into such open exhibitionism.

  Brody knew why she agreed so readily. Desire, as well as the reality of the intimidating facts was plain to see on her face. “You think you can play the part of a paid escort in public? Do whatever we tell
you to do, when we tell you, without balking? Because that’s what these women are paid to do and what will be expected.”

  “Yes, but only with you and Ian.”

  As if he’d let anyone else touch her, Brody thought with a surge of unaccustomed jealousy. Needing to know for sure before they left, he said softly, “Prove it.”

  Her pussy dampened at his softly issued challenge, and Piper couldn’t think of anything she’d rather do. She thought after their excesses last night she would be sated for a while, but apparently not. “How?”

  Brody couldn’t miss the way her nipples hardened beneath her thin tank top and his blood rushed to his cock so fast it made him lightheaded. Or maybe it was just the promise of being inside her again that had him responding so quickly. “Go upstairs, get out that vibrator you taunted us with the other night then strip.” He didn’t say anything else or wait for her reply as he rose and took his plate to the sink, but when he turned back around, she was reaching the top of the stairs. Why did he have a feeling this test was going to backfire on him?

  It only took her moments to do as Brody instructed, and after propping up her pillow and leaning back against it, she waited anxiously for him to join her. She simply couldn’t get over how quickly he could arouse her, how, with a simple look or suggestion, she could go from keeping her cool around him to raging hot, her need for him once again overriding her common sense. But right now she simply didn’t care why he could affect her so strongly, she was determined to enjoy him while she had him. With the vibrator lying next to her and the cool air wafting over her heated skin, she was tempted to get started, but the sound of his treads on the stairs encouraged her to wait.

  She was stunning, was his only coherent thought as he took in her lushly displayed body. Her torso was reclining just enough to make her breasts spread out, the fleshy mounds jiggling as she shifted under his intense stare. “Be still and let me look at you,” he demanded hoarsely.

  “You’ve seen me before.” Piper’s knees were bent but closed, and she knew he could catch a glimpse of her wet slit and puckered anus beneath them. She made sure of it. When he had ordered her up here, he had looked so sure she would balk that she wanted to wipe that knowing, smug look off his face, and from his startled expression, which he quickly masked, she knew she had succeeded already and she hadn’t even begun to torture him.

  “Not enough, it never seems to be enough. Spread your legs. Wider,” he added gruffly when she barely parted them. “Better.” With her knees splayed he could see the pink recesses of her pussy, its glistening depth almost more than he can resist. But he had to, at least for a while. When he heard Ian come inside, he called out, “Ian, get up here!”

  It was hard to remain still, lying there naked and exposed, especially while Brody just stood there calmly, waiting for Ian to join them. The thought of two men coupled with her memories of their first night here had her tense with aching lust, the need for that lust to be assuaged almost painful. When Ian stepped next to Brody and looked his fill, his already dark eyes going darker, she couldn’t help but squirm under both of their scrutiny.

  “The last time you called me up here with such urgency, I spent the next several days with my hand wrapped around my cock,” he said dryly.

  “Don’t worry. Piper said she could handle whatever we dished out at that party, so I’m giving her a chance to prove it. Show us what you were doing with your toy the other night when you knew we were listening and you were trying to drive us crazy.”

  The idea of masturbating in front of them turned her on as much as everything else the two of them had subjected her to this past week, and as both men stepped closer to the bed, Ian’s hands pulling his tee shirt over his head, Brody’s going to unsnap his jeans, her immediate response made the vibrator slip easily between her folds. Slowly, as to torment all three of them, she pulled the fake phallus back out, the hard, ribbed rubber shining wetly from her copious juices, then just as slowly pushed it back in. The dildo wasn’t nearly as thick or long as either of their cocks, which both men were now erotically stroking, and it made her wish they were filling her instead. The sight of them standing naked at the foot of her bed, their hot eyes glued between her spread thighs, their hands moving tortuously slow up and down their rigid lengths, was both mouthwatering and distracting.

  “You surprise me, Piper, although I don’t know why. You’ve been more than accepting of everything we’ve dished out to you,” Brody admitted dryly, his mouth turned up in a half smile, his face dark with lust filled intent.

  “I told you I can handle whatever you need me to at that party,” she said a tad breathlessly as her arousal kept inching higher with each well aimed plunge of her dildo. Both of their cocks were now seeping precious fluid, the mushroom heads turning even darker as they seemed to harden further right before her eyes.

  “We’ll see. We’ve only just started here. Turn it on,” he rasped. “Make yourself come.”

  His hard, guttural tone had her arching into the downward strokes of the dildo, the way Ian moved to cup his sac with one hand, rolling his balls as he continued to stroke his cock, had her juices gushing around the hard object and seeping enough to drip down between her crack and over her anus. Brody’s eyes moved in that direction, his look growing even more heated and intense. Piper couldn’t hold back another minute, her intention to drive them crazy first taking a back seat to the pounding need coursing from her painfully erect nipples to her throbbing groin. Rooting out her clit, she pressed her small, swollen bud against the dildo then switched on the vibrator, the hard pulses right on that sensitive tissue sending her into an immediate burst of ecstasy, no slow build up, just a huge explosion of pleasure so consuming, she was oblivious to everything else.

  “Son of a bitch,” Ian swore lowly as they watched her come apart, her hips gyrating against her marauding hands, her full breasts softly jiggling, their hard tips pointing upward in a silent plea for attention. Nodding towards her breasts, he said, “Those need a little attention.”

  “Better that than ending this too soon by coming in our hands.”

  They moved on either side of her, both men releasing their cocks to bend over her chest and suckle her nipples as her body continued to buck in the throes of what had to be more than one orgasm.

  Piper felt their mouths latch onto her breasts, felt them both draw deeply on her neglected nipples, feasting on them as she continued to plunge into her pussy over and over, her entire body infused with blinding ecstasy. By the time she could see again and was reduced to small shudders, her wrists were aching and her body felt languorously replete. She had no time to savor her response to them, however, as they both pulled away from her and Brody was pulling the vibrator from the small spasms still trying to hold onto it.

  “On your knees, darlin’, it’s time for you to see to our pleasure.” Tossing the blatantly wet dildo aside, he grabbed her hand and helped her off the bed before asking Ian, “You up for breast fucking?”

  Ian looked down at her generous mounds and his cock jerked in anticipation. “Works for me.”

  With his hands on her shoulders, Brody gently eased Piper to her knees in front of Ian, following her down to settle behind her, one hand moving to roam lightly over her buttocks, the other simply cupping her warm, damp folds. “Hold your breasts up for Ian’s cock, keeping them close enough together to leave him room to slide between them.”

  Piper shuddered with longing, moving to obey him without a qualm. This was new for her and as Ian pushed his cock between her uplifted breasts, the purple head coming within reaching distance of her mouth, she couldn’t keep from swiping her tongue over his smooth crown, lapping up the seepage from his slit, before he pulled back.

  “Very good, Piper. For that, you deserve a reward.” Brody slapped her right buttock then followed with a smack on her left before once again running his palm over her now warm, soft flesh. “Do it again.”

  “Only if you do that again,” she quipped, turning he
r face enough to look up into his.

  “Of course.”

  Ian didn’t need any prompting to push back between the soft plushness of her breasts, using one hand to hold the base of his cock, the other to tweak her nipples, one at a time, back and forth. When her tongue licked his head again, it took all his control not to let go yet.

  Piper groaned when Brody slapped her ass again, this time harder, the sting and instant heat zipping to her pussy where his other hand remained idly cupping her. She knew verbally pleading with him would do her no good, so she moved her hips in an enticing parody of forward and backward gyrations, pushing her pubis against his hand then shoving her ass back to meet his descending palm. It was difficult keeping her breasts lifted, her mouth at the ready for Ian’s cock each time he pushed up and her hips in sync with Brody’s slaps, but the pleasure was worth the effort. Her buttocks were starting to burn, her pussy was pouring cream onto his hand, and Ian’s cock was fucking her breasts faster and faster, making her keep her head lowered and her tongue out to meet him each time.

  Brody moved downward, smacking the under curve of each cheek now, as well as the top of her thighs as he released one finger and tormented her further by softly stroking her seam without entering her. When she muttered a curse, he grinned and did it again just to hear her mutter again. “Something wrong, Piper?” he asked innocently as he landed another resounding smack across both cheeks.

  Piper ignored his taunt, released her breasts and grabbed Ian’s cock, bringing him to her mouth and engulfing his hard flesh. Both men’s curses rang as loudly as the slaps on her bare flesh had, and as Brody released a volley of fast, uninterrupted torment on her ass, she whimpered in pure, frustrated need, drawing hard on Ian’s cock, her tongue stroking over every inch of his ridged length, her lips tight as she pulled back to lave his head and under the sensitive flesh beneath the crown. Ian’s constant twists and pulls on her nipples added to the slow torture of Brody’s one finger teasing her with its shallow strokes.