Womack, Betty - Hot Wired (Siren Publishing PolyAmour)

by Betty Womack

  What the hell had Gordon been thinking when he picked her place to hide out? She should have booted him out.

  She knew he would be on her mind until he fixed whatever he’d messed up. Lord, she hoped that happened soon. Gritting her teeth, she spread sketch pads and pens on the floor to make rough drawings of a new line of lipstick and a new pair of shoes from an established line. Her trademark was lacy background with the product placed in front. Lips, pouty lips and a fragile silhouette worked fine for the lipstick. She drew a pair of shapely legs with dainty feet sporting a pair of ridiculous strappy sandals for a start. Five hundred dollars for those, she grumbled under her breath.

  An hour later, she crawled into the bed with the fancy sheets and comforter, wanting to sleep to escape the problems her ex had dumped on her. No, damn it. She refused to allow him to screw with her mind.

  She piled the pillows behind her and leaned back, suddenly wondering where Baron and Sham had gotten off to. So there she went, unable to quiet her curiosity about their lives. Maybe it was being alone in a strange house that made her antsy. The sound of the garage door opening caused her to breathe a sigh of relief. Her men were home and she could relax.

  She smiled, thinking how sweet they were to try to not wake her. Their consideration only made her want to be with them. No, she wouldn’t break into their time alone. Twenty minutes later, she gave up. The growling in her stomach reminded her she had not eaten more than a few bites hours ago.

  Getting out of bed, she headed for the stairs, slowing her step when she noticed the guys’ bedroom door was open. A streak of playful humor hit her and she tiptoed to the door, planning to surprise them.

  Her gleeful shout died on her lips, replaced with silent awe as the scene being played out on the big sleigh bed ended her desire for food.

  Chapter Ten

  They were kissing, eyes closed, and they were bare-assed naked. She enjoyed their naked male beauty and their complexions in stark contrast to one another, ebony hair next to dark blond and their artistic hands caressed each other with tenderness she’d never witnessed between two men.

  Damn, woman, you’re spying. Make yourself known or slink away.

  She rapped on the door, surprised at her own cheerful greeting. “Hey, you two. Is this a private party or what?”

  Baron roughed Sham’s hair and looked at her with a sexy grin. “We were just talking.” He patted the space between him and Sham. “Of course you’re invited.”

  She swallowed the dread in her throat, happy they weren’t pissed at her intrusion. “I must have dozed off and didn’t hear you come in.” She ran for the bed and crawled over Baron to wedge herself between them. She sighed, accepting she was completely happy with both men. “Want to snuggle?” She smiled at them before throwing her leg over Sham’s waist. “Which one of you babes want to be first?”

  Sham laughed and smacked her ass. “You’re a big tease, beauty.” He rolled onto his side to look into her eyes. “Why don’t we play a game? “

  Lifting up onto his elbow, Baron took his turn at smacking her backside. “I’m in if it doesn’t require hiding.”

  She licked her lips and sat up to remove her top and shorts. “I can think of two things I would like to hide.” She leaned back and rested her hands on her hips. “Show me what you got.”

  Sham pulled her up onto his chest, turning her around for a sixty-nine. The warmth of his breath on her pussy charged through her like wine. His lips nibbled at her wet folds, stirring her desire for more. Shit! His tongue sliced between her feminine lips, and she jerked spasmodically, pushing back against his mouth.

  He stroked her rear, running his fingers down the crack between her cheeks and into her slit. She groaned, dropping down to nuzzle the dark hair around his erect cock, licking her way to the tip. Baron knelt and straddled Sham’s legs, cupping and squeezing her hot and heavy breasts. His dick brushed her mouth as he played with her tits, and the temptation was too great to ignore. She leaned forward to suck him deep into her throat. Sham’s tongue plowed in and out of her pussy, his teeth nipping her clit. Rosy hot shimmers of passion cascaded through her. The excitement of having them both rushed through her body, and the desire to pleasure two men took the lead as she sucked first Baron’s, and then Sham’s dick deep into her mouth. She scraped Baron’s length with her teeth, swirling her tongue around the large tip and pulling him back into the warmth of her throat. Sham’s erection nudged her breasts, and she bent to lick the head of his beautiful cock.

  The beading on his length fascinated her and aroused her to fever pitch. She wanted him inside her, to feel the beads scraping her inside and driving her wild. She forgot the simple things as Baron lifted her off Sham. She fought to stay with the erotic mouthing, her climax so near she hurt. “Not fair, Baron.” She clung to Sham’s legs, laughing in spite of her personal agony. “Okay, I need one of you to fuck me right now.”

  She wrapped her arms around Baron’s waist, hanging onto him while he kissed Sham. He ran his hand down her side, settling his fingers on the fleshy part of her butt cheek.

  “This is the sweetest ass I have ever seen and I intend to give you what you want.” His attention went to Sham, who lay back watching them with a smile. “Want to flip a coin to see who satisfies her first?”

  She’d never been particularly generous in waiting for someone else in the game of sex. This was new, and she knew watching Sham and Baron have sex would send her to the moon. Sham stretched his arms over his head, a beautiful tempting male, ready and ripe for her. “I’ll play fair.” She pushed back on her heels and patted his belly. “I can wait.”

  Baron moved to lean over Sham’s chest, kissing him with slow, coaxing, arousing kisses she could almost feel. She moaned softly in her throat. Sham and Baron tongue-kissed for what seemed like forever, their lean bodies glistening with a sheen of passion sweat.

  Her body quivered when Baron turned to give Sham head. She was too aroused to wait, her fingers massaging her clit into screaming ecstasy.

  Baron rolled away from Sham and pulled her down beside him. She was gasping for breath but held her arms out to Sham as he hovered over her. She couldn’t breathe, her arms going out to Sham as he hovered over her. She gasped out hoarsely, soaring off into a torrid place she never got tired of. “I want you, now. Want you, want you.”

  He took her hard and fast, holding her to his heaving chest and filling her with indescribable heat. He thrust deeper and better than all her wet dreams, his kiss taking her breath while flames whipped around her body. He came, and she screamed, annoyed and frantically trying to hold him inside her.

  He rolled away, and Baron took his place, his cock filling her with heat and pressure she had to have. She locked her legs around his, her hips bucking into him until desire took command and she came, clawing his arms as she felt her release. He didn’t pull from her for a while, kissing her until she lay limp beneath him.

  They lay in a tired, delicious sprawl until thunder rumbled over the pitched roof, shaking the bed as it moved away. She heard Baron’s soft laughter and lifted up on her elbow to smile at him. “You’re being naughty, Baron. Maybe you need a spanking.”

  He touched her ankle and raised her foot to his mouth. “I heard when it thunders, the devil is making love.” He kissed her instep and tickled the back of her leg. “You’re sweet all over, babe.”

  His warm mouth sucking her toes fulfilled a need within her, so much so that she sighed with pleasure. His well-muscled leg lay under her hand. The lightly haired skin felt strong to the touch. She relaxed into blissful compliance when Sham began to massage the remaining tenseness from her other foot. She yawned, lifting her head to gaze at her lovers.

  “Don’t you think we should shower now?”

  Sham sat up to release his hair, and the way he performed that simple act took away her breath. He was a magnificent, sexy male with all the beauty of a pampered prince. His dark gaze roamed over her body for a few seconds before he spoke. “I�
��ll get the water ready.” He trailed his hand over Baron’s belly. “We’ll use our shower, if you don’t mind.”

  Mind? That was laughable. She could hardly wait.

  “Let’s go.” She got off the bed and took Sham’s hand as he led the way. “Have you got any rubber toys in there?”

  Coming up behind her, Baron took her free hand. “The toys we have aren’t rubber.” He caught her around the waist to carry her into the spacious bathroom.

  He kept his arms around her while Sham prepared their shower. She knew it would be another orgy and that excited her. Baron’s cock, pressed against her ass, was already hard as concrete. She rocked her hips against his and shivered with a sizzling thrill while he massaged her tits. Sham stepped into the rush of water and held his hands out to her, drawing her in to lean against him. Baron followed and stood with his arms spread under the spray, laughing when she rubbed his stomach and placed her hand on his dick.

  She reached for the shampoo, handing the container to Sham. “Wash gently, baby. I have a tender scalp.” Ah, yes, the man knew how to wash a woman’s hair, soaping and working the fragrant bubbles into her scalp and temples. She turned to look at him, and his sensual mouth was set in a sexy smile. “You’re so talented, Sham.” She put her arms around his lean waist and closed her eyes. “Wash all of me.”

  Her eyes were closed but her senses weren’t. Two pairs of hands lathered her body, spending a lot of time on her breasts and ass. She loved it, relaxing her thighs when an exploring hand slid between her legs. Sham turned her to rinse her hair and held her tight against his rigid member. Baron pressed against her back, soaping between her ass cheeks and inside her slit, spending extra time playing with her clit. She jumped with surprise when he slipped a finger into her tight opening, and the pleasure doubled when Sham pushed a finger into her slit, pulling out and pushing in, and stroking her hard nub with his thumb. She was soaped head to foot, but Sham had no problem lifting her up to let her hips rest against his throbbing cock. Instinctively, she lifted herself to present her rump to Baron, and he pressed his tip to her anal opening. Pounding heat wove around her body, fusing her to their lean bodies.

  Sham cupped her rear, the weight and heat of his cock transforming her into pure erotic flame. He kissed her deep-throat style, sending her into a near faint. He easily found her slit and thrust into her, pulling her to him when she arched her back as Baron worked lube around her asshole and pushed his erection into her. The ecstasy she felt roused a scream in her throat and she clung to Sham while waves of tormenting pleasure spanked her ass and flared through her cunt. She pushed her face into Sham’s neck, moaning helplessly, trying to hang onto the shocking, wonderful spirals of the climax that exploded inside her.

  Baron nuzzled her neck, and she turned her head to kiss him. “I love your toys, and I love you both.” Her voice shook with emotion.

  “We love you, gorgeous.” He held her steady when Sham let her slide down his body to stand.

  Sham took over, making sure she was soap free while they had a group hug under the warm spray. She wound a strand of his hair around her finger, tugging on it until he met her gaze. She liked what she saw in his eyes, warmth and desire. Lord, she really did love them.

  Chapter Eleven

  Long after Baron and Sham had fallen asleep, Carol couldn’t shut her eyes. She’d tried to erase the memory of Gordon’s expression of guilt out of her mind. It was just like him to show up when she found a chance at a new life and real happiness. Fat chance that could actually happen to her. She looked at the rosewood clock on the bedside table. Five o’clock and she’d only caught a few catnaps.

  It was only dawn and she was already bored and craving action. She smiled, knowing the guys were satisfied for the moment, and she’d have to wait a little while for another sex party with them. She got out of bed and looked around the bedroom Sham had prepared for her. True to her style, it was now cluttered with her junk. Feeling unusual shame for her slightly messy ways, she went around the room and picked up her clothing and shoes, tossing them into the closet. Out of sight, out of mind had become her motto long ago. Her art supplies were scattered over the floor. The sight made her angry. The clutter reminded her of her other life.

  Get hold of yourself. You’ve let that bum mess with your mind. Enjoy what you have.

  Controlling her breath, she dropped to her knees and picked up several pens. She sketched a hurried profile of Sham, paying special attention to his sensual mouth. An image of Baron soon graced the page, his sexy blue eyes staring at her from the paper. Hesitantly, she drew her image to sit between them. She didn’t finish until she’d drawn what she saw as herself, a woman with average looks and large high breasts, slanted green eyes and voluptuous lips.

  She snorted with derision, tossing the artwork aside. She’d been too kind to herself.

  The musical ringing of a cell phone broke into her thoughts. Someone needed the guys for one of their small jobs. She laughed, thinking she’d ask them how they lived so high on the earnings from small jobs. She scowled. It was none of her business. She sure as hell wasn’t going to reveal all the sordid details of her life either.

  They had left the door open, and she could hear them moving around, getting ready for work or whatever they did. She knew everything about her was a mess and hoped a quick shower would wash away the sleepy look around her eyes. She wanted to linger in the warm spray but hurried, drying her body quickly and wrapping a towel around her hair. She grabbed clean shorts and a T-shirt from her jumble of clothing. Today, she’d straighten out her room, she promised herself.

  She walked barefoot into the hallway to come face-to-face with Sham. He looked fresh and good enough to eat in a light gray pullover and faded jeans. Baron came out of their room looking hot as hell in a light blue chambray shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the shirt tail tucked into the waist band of snug, worn blue jeans. They both stopped and smiled warmly, holding their arms out to her.

  She sniffed Baron’s neck, murmuring her appreciation. “Be sure and wear that scent tonight.” Next came Sham, his bronze cheek clean-shaven and firm under her lips. “Delicious as always, handsome.”

  Sham looked at his watch, a habit she’d grown accustomed to. He led the way down the stairs and into the kitchen. “I fixed a plate of scrambled eggs and toast for you, baby. You’ll find the melon in the refrigerator.” He poured coffee in two thermos cups and then turned to kiss her firmly on the mouth. “Anything else I can do for you?”

  She didn’t hesitate, realizing they would probably know if she was making up a story. “I’ll need a car today. Okay if I use one of yours?”

  Baron finished his orange juice and nodded. “Sure thing, honey.” He rinsed his glass under the faucet and gazed directly into her eyes. “Want us to get your Beetle over here?”

  She stammered. “It’s on the fritz, and I plan to have it worked on in a few days.” She reverted to a con game. “Of course, if you don’t want me to drive your cars, I understand.” She bit her lower lip for effect.

  “You’re welcome to my car, beauty.” Sham squeezed her arm as he left the kitchen. “Come on, partner. We have to hustle to be on time for our pick-up in Pueblo.”

  Had he been a little evasive? She sipped her coffee and stopped Baron before he could follow Sham out the door. “What are you picking up? You guys are really something. You’ve got your fingers in everything.” She chuckled at her own play on words.

  Baron patted her ass and kissed her in a teasing, lingering way that stirred her blood. His voice was husky when he broke off the kiss. “The keys are on my desk. You know we share whatever we have with you.” After another squeeze to her butt, he added softly, “Love you, babe.”

  After a few minutes of staring out the window, she sat down to eat her breakfast. It was delicious, and she ate like a logger, cleaning her plate. She pressed her palm to her stomach, wondering how long it would be before she gained ten pounds.

  She had the kitchen clea
ned in a flash and went into the office to get the keys to the Escalade. She’d be stuck if they weren’t there. She sat down in the padded leather chair and leaned back to look around the room. She didn’t see the keys and opened several drawers, absently rummaging through the contents. Papers, papers, and more papers.

  She paused in her search, noticing something glinting in the morning light. Curiosity made her reach deeper into the drawer. She pulled out a badge. What the hell were they doing with a kid’s toy? She laughed, planning to tease them about her find, especially when she found the handcuffs. Her laughter froze in her throat when she opened the center drawer and saw a box of ammunition for a forty-five. What the fuck were these guys?

  She put everything back in order and shut the desk drawers, breathing hard, her hands shaking.

  Bank robbers, hired killers? They’re not cops. They live too well. Damn it.

  She sat in the comfortable chair for several minutes, thinking over the situation.

  The thought they might be unscrupulous bad asses gave her a jolt of pleasure. They couldn’t be penny ante trash. Their entire lifestyle was too refined for small time burglars or car thieves. She crossed her legs to stave off the sudden twinge of sexual excitement between her legs.

  She stretched her arms over her head and shivered with remembered pleasure. Energized with sudden desire to be doing something, she went into the kitchen to clear away her dishes. She would wash them later. At the moment, she couldn’t shake the curiosity about what Gordon was up to.

  The time had come to pay him a visit. Anyway, she had to check her mail.

  She went into the garage through the kitchen and got into the Escalade. She wouldn’t stay long at her apartment, just long enough to get an estimate as to when Gordon planned to move on. He never could keep a job, preferring to live on unemployment checks and handouts from his mom. Just one more reason they split.

  She drove faster, dark suspicion hovering around her. He had to be up to no good or he wouldn’t have sought her out.