by Jane Jamison
They had a way of making her rethink things. Maybe going back, standing up for the victims was the right thing to do. “If I decide to do this, will you two come with me like you promised?”
Destin squeezed her hand. “Where else would we be except by your side?”
Epilogue
Two weeks later
“This is it.”
Georgia took the entrance onto I-85, heading toward downtown Atlanta. “Yep. It’s my last night on the force.”
She and the Casing men had come back for a week to attend the ceremony that had bestowed the Medal of Honor on her. After receiving the commendation, the captain had asked her to give them one last night of duty. She hadn’t wanted to. All she wanted was to get back to the ranch, but she’d given in when Mack had asked her to stay. She owed him a night to say their good-byes.
“Look, Georgia, I don’t want to get all mushy or nothing, but…” He turned his head to gaze out the passenger window.
She fought back a tear. “But you’re going to miss me?”
“Sure I am.” He cleared his throat. “I put in a lot of time training you, then you up and move to the middle of nowhere, Texas. You’re leaving me high and dry.”
“Aren’t you scheduled to retire next month anyway? You didn’t have any qualms about leaving me high and dry.”
“Yeah, well, that was different. After tonight, I’ve got to suffer through a whole month of having to put up with another damn rookie.”
He’d never have said the way he really felt. Not the whole of it. But she could. “I’m going to miss you, too.”
His snort was his answer, but it was enough. She was saying good-bye to a lot of people, many of whom regretted doubting her. Although she’d made it clear that Paul was the one who had brought Warton down, everyone felt the same way he had. That she’d done the groundwork, staying on the case, and finally bringing him out of hiding.
Mack went back into senior officer mode. “Looks like a broken taillight up ahead. A Mercedes, no less. You’d think anyone who could own a car like that could pay to keep it in working order. You want to take it for one last go?”
She’d taken the lead a lot of the time, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. Besides, it was better than listening to him complain about his arthritis as he hauled his body out of the car. She flipped on the lights and hit the siren, letting the driver know to pull over. Once he had, she parked behind his car on the side of the highway.
She got out, then took her time approaching the car. As she’d done so many times before, she kept her hand on her gun, prepared for the unexpected. Glancing back once, she wondered why Mack was watching her instead of running the license plate through the system to check on outstanding tickets or warrants.
As she came closer to the driver’s side, she could see the man rolling down the window.
“What seems to be the problem, officer?”
She froze, then tried to keep from smiling. And failed. “What are you two doing here? I thought you were going to hang out at the hotel bar for the night?”
Paul offered his driver’s license and registration to her. “Don’t you want to check my ID, officer?”
“You are too funny.” She leaned down to see Destin in the passenger seat. “And you? I thought you were supposed to keep him out of trouble. And yet, here you two are again, driving around with a broken taillight.”
“Don’t worry, officer, we’ll tell the rental company about that taillight as soon as we can.”
“If you broke it on purpose, I don’t want to know about it. I wouldn’t want to have to ticket you, or worse, take you in. That’d be too much paperwork for my last night on the force.”
“Wait a minute.” She straightened up at the sound of the squad car’s engine revving. Mack had moved to the driver’s side and was pulling out into traffic. “I think I’ve been set up.”
“You sure have. Now get in.” Paul motioned to the backseat. “Your captain’s giving you the rest of your shift off.”
She played along. “Okay, but this had better be good.”
Destin shifted around to give her a sultry look. “Trust me. It’ll be a lot better than just good.”
Paul eased the car back onto the road just as Mack pulled the cruiser beside them. His window slid down. “Give your gun and badge to Mack. You won’t need them any longer.”
Mack had a huge grin on his face. “Hand them over, Georgia. I’ve got orders to take them back to the station.”
She tugged off her holster and unpinned her badge, then gave it to her soon-to-be ex-partner. “I’ll see you tomorrow, won’t I, Mack?”
“Hell, yeah. Do you think I’m going to let you get on that plane without sharing one last drink? Course not.” His grin widened. “Now go on. Have some fun with these two. They seem like good guys to me.”
“Thanks, Mack,” offered Paul. “Ready, baby?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
When Paul took the exit for Suwanee, she wondered if they were taking her to her father’s house. “Um, guys, I don’t want to question you or anything, but where are we going?”
Another couple of turns had Paul pulling into the parking lot of a wonderful hotel that was known for its luxurious accommodations. By the time he’d shut off the engine, Destin was already around and opening the door for her. She stepped out, taking his hand.
“Keep quiet, sub, and do as we say.”
She didn’t know what to expect until he pulled out a blindfold and a ball gag. “Wait. Here? What if someone sees us? Two men blindfolding a cop might scare people. We don’t want the precinct flooded with a ton of 9-1-1 calls.”
“Don’t worry. No one’s around and the manager of the hotel is a business acquaintance of ours. He visits the club whenever he’s in Texas.”
Holding up a ball gag, Destin waited for her to open her mouth. He pulled the blindfold over her head and settled it into place.
“Time to be quiet, sub. Since you won’t be able to speak, you can’t use the safe word. Instead, shake your head vigorously and we’ll know. You’re going to lose many of your senses, but don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.”
She had no doubt they’d always take care of her. They’d proven that to her. Still, she jolted when he pushed earplugs into her ears, shutting out every sound. A hand gripped each arm as they began moving her toward the hotel.
It was strange, yet wildly exhilarating to have only her senses of touch and smell to help her. She could feel the change in the air when they entered the hotel, then another shift in temperature when she realized that they’d gotten into an elevator and had started rising to an upper floor.
They paused, probably checking the hallway for anyone who might see, before moving her out of the elevator then turning her to lead her down a hallway. Another pause came before the chillier air of the room hit her. They stopped, pushing down on her arms and telling her to stay where she was.
She remained in one spot, drawing in a breath as she picked up a faint, unrecognizable aroma. Not having her sight or her hearing to aid her was frustrating, yet added a special spice to their play.
She turned her head, first to one side, then the other, trying to hear something, but didn’t pick up anything. Then, all at once, she felt them unbuttoning her uniform, slowly, taking their time. A hand brushed over her nipple and she threw her shoulders back, aching to have him pinch it.
She looked down out of habit even though she couldn’t see as one of them unlaced her shoes and tugged them from her feet. Her belt and slacks came off next. The feel of a hand on her calves had her stepping out of her pants. She thanked her lucky stars that she’d worn pretty, lacy underwear instead of her plain white ones.
Fingers grazed her skin under her neck as they tugged open her shirt. The same hands slid over her breasts as her shirt fell off her shoulders. Another tug brought down her bra straps. She dragged in a breath past the gag and arched her breasts, offering them to her tormenters. When a mouth cov
ered one of her already taut nipples and fingers twisted her other one, she moaned in pain and yearning.
She’d fallen in love with Paul and Destin last winter, yet hadn’t let herself acknowledge how she felt until she’d arrived at the ranch and had become their sub.
Yet had they ever told her that they loved her? They’d intimated at it, though, hadn’t they? Or was their relationship solely based on their Dom/s situation? Had she ever told them that she loved them? God knew she’d thought it a hundred times, but had she ever said the words?
Although she knew it was useless to try, her tongue pushed at the ball gag, wanting it out of the way so she could tell them how much she loved them. She wanted to thank them for how they’d changed her life.
Reaching out, she tried to touch them, to try and express how she felt. But then they took her arms and forced them in front of her. Soft material wrapped around her wrists, binding them together in front of her body.
Taking hold of her, they led her forward several feet until she felt the bedspread on the front of her legs. They turned her around, then pushed on her shoulders to make her sit. She moaned, hoping she knew what would come next.
When they spread her legs apart, she whimpered with need. She moaned again, thinking the muffled sound alone would tell them how much she wanted them to suck on her clit. Yet instead of one of their mouths or tongues on her, an odd sensation slid over her foot. Was it a brush? She assumed it was either only the tip of one or a small brush. With her sight, hearing, and taste gone, her sense of touch and smell heightened. She concentrated, trying to figure out exactly what it was.
Was it a toothbrush? The size and texture of it made sense. She wouldn’t have thought the bristles of a toothbrush would be anything special, but the texture against her flesh had her pussy getting wet. The bristles slid around her ankle then inched their way up leg and her inner thigh. Maybe it was the newness of the feeling or the light way it tickled her skin that had her quivering with need. She didn’t know, but it was more sensual than she could’ve imagined. The toothbrush kept going, making a trail around first one then the other nipple, until coming to her shoulder and going away.
A hand skimmed over her other leg, and unlike the toothbrush, a mouth followed its course. Someone pushed her until her back was on the bed.
When a mouth enclosed over her clit, she let out a yelp, but doubted that the sound was very loud. Again, frustration hit her, but she wouldn’t have changed it. Her body trembled as a hand cupped her breast, at the same moment that fingers entered her sheath.
Someone sucked on her nipple, then twisted her other one until she moaned in pain. As usual with her two Doms, the pain came and went, transforming into a pleasurable throbbing.
Fingers were thrust into her pussy, harder and harder, rocking her up and down over the comforter. His tongue toyed with her clit, circling around it, then pressing against it. He added another finger, then captured her tender nub between his teeth, lashing the tip of it with his tongue.
Her body responded, tightening around his fingers, trembling under their caresses. She writhed, at once desiring more pain, more delicious torture, and needing to escape the intensity of what they were doing to her.
Georgia felt the loss of thought growing closer. She was already soaring to new heights, heights that would take her into the clouds to explode in a rain of her juices.
Please. Fuck me. I need your cocks inside me.
But her silent plea went unspoken.
All of a sudden, one of them took her by the arms and tugged her toward what she assumed was the head of the bed. He tugged on her arms, pulling them upward. The bed dipped under his movements, then with the other man’s. When he turned her arms loose, she jerked on them and realized that he’d tied her arms so they’d stay over her head.
She kicked out, not to hurt but to find out where they were. A hand held her head to the side, took out the earplug, then turned her head the other way and took out the other.
“Easy, baby. Is everything all right? Shake your head if you want to stop.”
The sound of Paul’s voice was like an explosion to her deprived eardrums. She didn’t move, answering him in the only way she could.
“Good, sugar.” Destin’s warm breath was against her ear. “Tell us how this feels.”
She inhaled as something cold rested on top of her nipples. The cold was unbearable at first, and she almost shook her head. Then as the ice cubes melted, chill turned to warmth.
“Do you like it, sugar? If you do, then wiggle your boobs.”
She worked her shoulders, making her breasts bounce. The remaining bits of ice slithered down between her breasts. The air from the air conditioner made her shiver as it drifted over the melting ice cubes. Her pussy clenched then released, spilling more of her juices.
When one of them placed his naked body on top of hers, she yanked at her bindings, determined to get free. But the cuffs, although not painful to her wrists, held her tight.
“Do you want to see?” asked Destin.
She nodded. A moment later the blindfold was gone. Blinded by the light at first, she managed to peek open her eyes until they became used to the overhead brilliance.
“You’re doing great, sub.” Destin, his body magnificent, as he moved between her legs, smiled at her, then patted the side of her butt. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Her body shook, the urgency of her desire coursing through her, taking away the control only they could command from her.
Paul removed the gag from her mouth. “I think you’ve had this on long enough.”
“Me, too.” She worked her jaw back and forth, loosening the stiffness that had started to set in.
Paul reached over to the nightstand and the ice bucket resting on top. He scooped up an ice cube, then placed it on top of her smooth mound. “This is going to melt faster than it would in the Sahara desert.”
She let out a yelp that felt so good. The sting of the cold burst into her, fighting against the fire in her pussy. Taking hold of her legs, Destin surged his cock inside her, then pumped his cock in and out as the tiny stream of water slipped over her pussy lips.
“Shit. I wanted to take longer, but I can’t wait. Push her onto her side.”
Destin groaned, but did as Paul wanted. She shifted, feeling the way his cock moved inside her, brushing over the spongy spot that would send her into orbit. She gritted her teeth and held back the orgasm that pushed at her limits.
“Remember to breathe, baby.” Paul moved behind her, then spread the lube over her skin. “I love your ass.”
It was a different kind of cold than the icy feeling as he worked his finger around her tight hole, then inside to loosen her walls. His gaze settled on her, just as Destin’s had, and she could see the love in their eyes.
But will they ever say the words?
The sound of the tube of lube being squeezed echoed loudly in the room as Paul massaged the gel onto his cock.
Destin leaned over her, paused as his face neared hers, then pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him back, giving it every ounce of love she had. If they never said the words, it wouldn’t matter. She could feel their love and she’d make sure they could feel hers.
Paul pushed his cock inside her ass just as Destin rammed his cock inside her with a grunt. Together they pumped into her, slamming her body between them. Her soft sounds mimicked theirs as the wild storm whirled its way to its highest point. She wouldn’t hold out for much longer.
“Please, Master Paul. Please, Master Destin.”
In the back of her mind, she rejoiced that their names, the terms of respect, came so easily to her.
“Please what, baby?” Paul’s body was tense as he, too, held onto the edge.
“Turn me loose so I can touch you. Then fuck me and make me come.”
Paul undid the rope that held her cuffs to the head of the bed, but kept the cuffs around her wrists. She didn’t care. At least she could run her fingers over their skin.
As her fingertips played over Destin’s chest, reveling in the way his chest and stomach muscles moved, she tried to rock her hips and push her butt against Paul, but it was as useless as crawling into a mountain’s crevice and trying to split it in half.
Destin massaged her clit, then pounded into her again, a man with a mission to bring her to a climax. Paul increased his moves, working faster, harder as he gripped her ass.
She threw her head back in a silent scream, unable to stop the rise of the storm cloud. When her climax hit, she was washed away as the cream gushed from her. Holding her hands against her chest as though in a sexual prayer, she closed her eyes and let it take her.
The men’s groans followed her cry, their bodies tensing then shoving against her once more as they came. Shuddering, she closed her eyes, felt their cum inside her, and tried to hold on to it.
* * * *
A short time later, she grew aware of her surroundings again. Paul and Destin were dressed and had covered her body with the bedspread. She smiled at them as they sat on either side of her.
“I’m going to start worrying if I keep blacking out after sex.”
Paul stroked her hair. The caress was tender, caring.
“It’s not unusual with the kind of sex we have.” His eyes filled with concern. “But you’re all right?”
“I’m fine.” She sat up, bringing the bedspread along to cover her breasts. “Terrific.”
“That’s good because we have something important to discuss.”
Alarm snaked its way into her stomach. “Are you saying we need to talk?”
Both of them gave her a confused look. Destin was the first to understand what she’d meant. “Hell, no. At least not that kind of talk.”
“It’s like this, baby. We never expected to find anyone like you. We’d hoped, but we never let ourselves hope too much. Then when we met you last winter, it all came together.”
Destin pulled a small, black box out of the drawer of the nightstand. “What my brother is taking his damn time to say is this.” He opened the box and held it out for her to see.