Spread Your Wings: Men in Blue, Book 4

by Jayne Rylon

  “Holy fucking shit,” Matt concentrated on breathing.

  And this time it was Jambrea soothing him. “You’re doing great. So sexy. Love to see you like this. You’re going to make me come again soon. Would you like that? To feel me hugging you while he fucks you nice and deep?”

  He could only moan in response. Though the jerk of his cock in her pussy should have been answer enough.

  “He likes it, Clint. Don’t worry. Fuck him. Like you fucked me. It felt great.” She bridged the gap between them, eliminating any chance for the misunderstandings they’d all suffered from this past year. “Go ahead. Screw him. Shove him into me. I’m proud to take you both.”

  Matt couldn’t ignore her generosity any longer. He kissed her long and deep, finding a way to fuck into her every time Clint plunged deeper into his ass. Soon his partner’s hands were sure on his hips as he drove Matt, and Jambrea through him, hard and fast.

  They may not have been graceful this first time around, but they’d get better. Smoother.

  And he intended to practice a lot.

  Jambrea opened her eyes and stared into his as they sucked on each other’s tongues. She didn’t have to speak for him to understand what was about to happen.

  When she came, she set off a chain reaction. The milking of her pussy drew his come from his balls. There was no resisting it this time. His own orgasm did the same to Clint. It felt surreal when his best friend poured his hot release deep into Matt’s ass.

  Grateful for his big frame now, he held himself up to keep from crushing Jambrea while Clint blanketed his back. The weight of his partner made everything perfect.

  Sandwiched between the loves of his life, he drifted.

  Eventually Jambrea shifted, so he rolled over, depositing Clint on the bed then landing on his back.

  To his surprise and delight, both Jambrea and Clint curled up to his sides. They laid their heads on his chest and met in a sensual kiss that had his cock twitching.

  Catching him even more off guard, Clint looked up when he finished caressing Jambrea’s mouth with his own. “Matt Ludwig, thank you for trusting me. For always being what I need in a partner. I love you.”

  Jambrea’s breath hitched. When Matt glanced at her, tears dripped down her cheeks.

  He decided to opt for simple words, when his actions and his heart screamed out so loud that Clint had to already know. “I love you too.”

  They took their turn, nibbling on each other’s mouths before lashing each other with overenthusiastic tongues. Finally, they settled, thoroughly exhausted by their outpouring of physical and emotional energy.

  “So it’s the three of us forever, right?” Clint grasped one of Matt’s hands and one of Jambrea’s. “Promise me.”

  “I do.” Jambrea smiled as she said it.

  What the hell, Matt figured, why not? “I do too.”

  Minutes passed in utter silence and satisfaction. Until Jambrea sighed.

  “What’s wrong, wild thing?” Matt swallowed hard, as if she would be anything less than content after their heartfelt confessional.

  “I don’t want to get up, but I have to.” She grimaced.

  “Do you need your medicine?” Clint shoved onto one elbow. “I’ll get it and a glass of water for you.”

  “Well, yeah, that too. But I really have to pee before I fall asleep,” she admitted.

  “Sorry, can’t help you there. Golden showers really aren’t my thing.” Earning a slap from Clint, Matt grossed them all out. He loved to do that as much as Razor treasured playing practical jokes on the guys at the precinct.

  “Okay, I’m going. Don’t miss me too much while I’m away.” She swung out of bed. Or she would have except her arm had gone a little numb so when she pushed off it, she lost her balance. Flinging up her foot to right herself, she caught the edge of the nightstand.

  Things went flying across the hardwood floor.

  “Oops.” She tried again, successfully this time, to escape from the cozy nest the three of them had made. Hoping she hadn’t broken anything, she fell to her knees on the area rug and searched for displaced items.

  After collecting a few knickknacks, she realized what the major clatter had been.

  Her keepsake box from John. Oh no.

  Jambrea ran her hands over the surface of the carved heirloom, searching for cracks. Thankfully it seemed all in one piece. She hugged it to her as she continued to trail her fingers over the relief that matched her tattoo. Except, something felt a little different to her than she remembered from studying it the past two days.

  “Guys?” She scooted over so that she occupied the shaft of moonlight pouring through the window.

  “Everything okay, wild thing?” Matt popped his head up so he could take a visual inspection of her safety, or possibly of her nudity in the silver glow.

  She was good with either.

  Except for once, sex wasn’t the first thing on her mind while trapped in this cabin with them. “Maybe.”

  “That doesn’t sound good.” Clint rolled from bed a hell of a lot more gracefully than she had, coming to kneel by her. “What’s up?

  She clutched the box to her chest so he couldn’t cheat. “What does the box John carved have on it?”

  “It looked like this place kind of, lots of trees and animals. Some birds towing a sign that has your tattoo quote in the banner.” He recited from memory generally what she recalled.

  “No stars?” She asked.

  Then Matt was suddenly at her side also. “There weren’t any stars on the box. I’d have remembered that given your medal and the combination we found inside its case.”

  “Feel this.” She bit her lip as she turned the masterpiece around.

  Even his big fingers got caught in the divot she had noticed while groping in the dark. Then a second as well, a little farther down. “What the hell?”

  Clint put his hand in the same spot when Matt withdrew. “Wow, I feel it too.”

  “I’m turning the light on, look away,” Matt advised.

  Once they’d all adjusted, they studied the box on the floor between them. Where they’d felt star shapes, there was only a depression between a tree and a bird on one side and the banner and a different tree to the right. Slight shadows there bore only a passing resemblance to what she’d detected nearly blind.

  Ignoring what their eyes told them, they each took a turn feeling the carving again. The stars were evident to the touch, though only blobby shapes of varying degrees to the eyes.

  “That can’t be coincidence,” Matt said.

  “So why are there only two?” Clint wondered.

  “How many should there be?” she asked.

  “I’d guess three.” He scratched his chin. “I’m not great at puzzles, but it seems to me like maybe we’re supposed to take the three numbers from the medal container and use them with this. He left it for his sister to give to you. He had to know that would only ever happen if the shit hit the fan.”

  Jambrea stared at the box and the quote she knew so well. No secrets burst from the adornments to solve the riddle. Why couldn’t life be like TV? “Maybe you guys should call the Men in Blue. We need help.”

  She headed off toward the restroom. By the time she returned, they’d relayed the critical information and disconnected. Though Shari swore the line was secure, they took as few chances as necessary.

  “They’re working on it. All we can do now is rest and be ready.” Matt patted the gap between him and Clint on the bed.

  “It’s been a helluva long day.” Her other lover yawned mid-sentence. “Come dream with us.”

  So she did.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Jambrea was pleased when a knock came on the door early the next morning. A delicious soreness pinged from different parts of her body as she rushed to put on her rewashed clothes. The guys filled Shari in on their discoveries from the day before while Jambrea cooked the fresh bacon, eggs and toast their host had brought over.

  But al
l too soon, breakfast was done. Matt washed the dishes while Clint dried them. They tucked cobalt blue plates away in the solid wood cabinets, which Shari told them John had designed and constructed after building the home for himself.

  The guys had only been inside most of the afternoon yesterday, but used to roaming their beat and living a very active life, they were going stir crazy already. They paced the perimeter of the cabin, staring longingly at the lake until even Shari caught on. “Why don’t you two take a boat out? If you stay on this side of the lake you’ll be able to see if we flag you down.”

  “Really?” Matt’s eyes got as big as a kid’s in a candy store. “You wouldn’t mind?”

  “I’ve got the phone manned, in case the guys call.” Jambrea wiggled the bulky communications device in the air. It reminded her of a cell from the 1980s.

  “It might be nice to have a chance for some girl talk.” Shari rubbed her hands together. And that was all that needed to be said. The guys hightailed it out of there as if their asses were on fire. It was better than talking about any more emotional topics for a while.

  From the porch swing, Jambrea and Shari had prime viewing of the guys as they ran together across the grassy area separating the outbuildings. Their coordinated strides and the flex of their muscled frames had both women practically drooling.

  “You’re one lucky bitch, Jambrea Jones.” Shari surprised her by slapping Jambi’s thigh.

  Jambrea couldn’t help but crack up. “I so am.”

  “I know I’ve just met you, but to hear my brother talk I’m sure you deserve every ounce of happiness you can find in this world.” Shari smiled at her. “And with two guys. I’m pretty sure there’s plenty to spare.”

  “Or extra headaches,” she grumbled.

  “I bet.” Her friend chuckled. “But there have to be benefits too.”

  “It hasn’t been easy getting here. Now that things are more settled, though, yeah, I think I could definitely get used to this.” Jambrea glanced sideways. “You don’t think it’s weird? I wasn’t sure if you could tell we were all together…”

  “It’s pretty obvious when you’re sharing a bed.” She leaned in. “I think it’s hot, not odd. I mean, what about my life has been normal? If you’ve got two guys and they both care about you, I think that’s double the awesomeness. And frankly, my brother would have said the same because two guys means an extra set of eyes watching your back, too.”

  “Uh, thanks.” Jambrea nodded. It was hard to speak through the knot of emotions in her throat.

  “While we’re being all sappy, I thought I’d tell you I saw the note you left by John’s grave.” Shari’s voice cracked, but she kept going. Tough ran in the David family, apparently. “I’m going to have it engraved on his headstone permanently. It’s perfect. For you both.”

  Jambrea hugged Shari, thankful to have some closure. “I’m so glad we got to meet, though I wish it hadn’t been under these circumstances.”

  “Me too. And I want to say, I’m happy for you, Jambi.” Shari patted her hand. “It’s nice to see good people get what they deserve for once. Usually it’s the shit of the world piled on their heads because they’re the only ones who will tolerate it.”

  Jambrea wondered where that left Shari. She didn’t care to draw a dark cloud over their sunshine, though. So instead they sat quietly together, enjoying the day. It wasn’t very long before they saw the partners carrying a rowboat inverted overhead.

  They watched the guys launch the small craft through a row of cattails. A startled heron rose into the sky with agitated flaps of its huge blue-gray wings. Then the pair of men glided out onto the obsidian-mirrored surface, leaving only a faint silver V in their wake. When their oars dipped into the pristine lake water, they were in sync. They worked together, rowing as one, steadily progressing farther from shore.

  Shari broke their mutual quiet time. “I wonder if they tried a few more combinations while they were out in the workshop gathering the rods and reels.”

  “Maybe.” Jambrea figured it likely. The fact that they hadn’t come rushing back, excitement burning in their eyes, had her shoulders slumping. She hoped to see that thrill of a mystery solved—a case closed, bad guys put away where they couldn’t ruin innocent lives again—sometime soon.

  It always gave her a rush when they charged into the hospital on a righteous high. Or when they celebrated with the whole team of Men in Blue. Not because they’d bested the criminals, but because they’d helped civilians and prevented anyone else from being harmed.

  Their gallantry was their most attractive feature to her.

  A half hour passed, or maybe a little longer. Jambrea had zoned out as she and Shari rocked in the swing. Her ankles were crossed where they rested on the railing. Something on the opposite bank caught her attention as it moved through her peripheral vision.

  But when she tried to focus on the tiny motion, she didn’t see anything.

  “What’s over there?” She pointed, the sound of her voice alien in the serenity they’d shared.

  “I don’t see anything.” Shari yawned. She might have been half-asleep. “At least right now. There are a bunch of deer that come down that path to drink. Maybe you saw one of them? They could be staying barely out of sight because of your guys. They’re not used to other people. Especially not ones like them.”

  She liked the way that sounded. Her guys.

  “Yeah, that must be it,” Jambrea agreed. “We’ve seen some really big bucks since we’ve been here.”

  “With no one to hunt them lately, they’ve been getting fat and happy.” Shari smiled.

  Just then, Clint hooted and hollered loud enough that his cheers and their echoes reached the women, who giggled. He reeled in—fast and furious—a fish big enough to bow his rod to the extreme. As the fish cleared the side of the boat, Clint stood. He gave them a preview of his catch. It seemed everything came super-sized at Camp David.

  They laughed twice as hard when Matt barked at him to sit his ass down. As if on cue, Clint’s arms windmilled, pitching their dinner back into the still waters of the lake. Concentric rings spread outward from the sizable splash their almost-catch made.

  “The one that got away,” Shari murmured. “Always brutal, eh?”

  “I suppose it is. So what about you, Shari?” Jambrea angled her torso toward her new friend. “What are your plans? Is this your home or was it John’s? I get the feeling that you’re a fantastic caretaker, but is this what you really want for yourself?”

  “I guess. I’ve invested so much of myself in guarding this place—his future—that I never really made a life of my own.” Shari smiled. “That’s not to say I don’t love it here. I do. It’s just…this is a lot of solitude for one woman. Having you all here the past few days has been terrific. Even if I wish your visit were for different reasons.”

  “Totally understand.” Jambrea reached over and held Shari’s hand. At least in all the time she’d spent alone she’d had the hospital and great friends like Lacey, not to mention Parker, to ease some of the stillness in her life. What if the quiet of her apartment had been her entire existence?

  She probably would be insane by now.

  “I’ve dreamt lots of times of running a resort instead of a fort. There’s even more land here than we use today, since I can’t monitor it all. If I could wipe away the need to look over my shoulder all the time. Well, maybe after we resolve this…”

  “You’ll be able to make some major changes.” Jambrea could see it now. “Hell, I’d gladly be one of your first customers. Matt and Clint would go crazy for a getaway place like this.”

  “I’d love to have you. Anytime.” Shari smiled.

  Jambrea jumped when the phone rang beside her, shattering the tranquility of the mountain air. She bolted to her feet, with the secure satellite device clutched in her hand. “Hello?”

  “Hey, Jambi. How’re you feeling today?” Jeremy inquired.

  “Pretty good.” She smirked. “Kind
of sore, but in a nice way.”

  He laughed. “Atta girl. Can I talk to the guys? Or have you totally exhausted them?”

  She turned with one arm raised and waving, to signal them to return, but they were already halfway to the shore. “I did my best, but actually, they were distracted by the prospect of great fishing.”

  “Rough life on this job.” He joked though they both knew the gut-wrenching tension that came from having a loved one in danger. It hadn’t been so long ago that Lily was threatened.

  “We’re going to be okay.” She told him.

  “I think that’s what I’m supposed to say.” He grunted. “But I know you are.”

  “All right, incoming,” Jambrea prepared him for the two men blazing a path like a tornado across the wide, natural lawn. “I’m putting you on speaker.”

  “Turn on the video screen too.” Jeremy proved he knew more about her technology than she did. Eventually she found the button and mashed it.

  Matt reached them first, with Clint a step behind. He held out his hand, pausing to kiss her quickly before getting down to business. She handed him the device though they all gathered around. So Matt went ahead, “Hey, JRad. How—”

  “Clint’s right,” Jeremy said in a rush before Matt had even finished answering. “There’s a third star.”

  “Did you hear that? You guys are my witnesses.” Clint’s chest puffed up. “I’m right about something.”

  “The code, dumbass. There have to be three stars.” She caught Jeremy rolling his eyes as he kept going. “And sorry, but there’s no one here to hear.”

  “Where is everyone?” Clint asked. The room Jeremy occupied at the station was curiously empty. Usually a half dozen or so cops would be bustling around on their various shifts.

  His question got drowned out when Matt stuck to important business.

  “What makes you say that?” Matt came close enough that his voice would carry on speaker phone.

  “Look at where they are.” The Dom turned computer nerd turned reformed Dom counted out the letters with taps of his fingers on a printout of the image they’d emailed to him. “I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. The first star is over the V and the second star is below the D in wild, right?