by Vella Day
Then a cold, hard dildo pressed against her asshole, causing her to tug on her straps. He twisted the hard plastic in a circle, almost as if he thought he could screw it into her.
Logic told her to relax, but with her heart pounding, she squeezed her cheeks tight. The dildo disappeared.
“Mackenzie,” Sam warned. “You hurt my feelings.”
Oh, crap. She’d messed up. Again.
Chapter Eighteen
“How so?” Mac asked.
“You can’t tense your butt like that. I won’t be able to get the dildo in.” Sam’s tone came out soft.
“I didn’t mean to.” If Mac had been able to lift her head, she would have twisted around to study his face.
“How about we try again, and this time, relax. Please?”
“I’d like to see what you’d do if someone tried to twist a big plastic cock into your ass.” She couldn’t help herself from pushing back.
Both men laughed. “She told you, Sam.”
“Brandon here is going to step in front and play with your tits while I do a better job of relaxing you. Okay?”
She did like that he asked. “Yes. Thank you.”
Brandon came into view, reached out, and rubbed his palms across her nipples. The delicious pressure made Mac forget all about her ass. That is, until Sam massaged her rear. She liked his gentle touch. Brandon twisted her sensitive tips a few times before lightly squeezing her breasts. She was so lost in what he was doing that when Sam ran his thumb across her muscled ring then dipped it into her hole, she’d barely noticed. She thought she wouldn’t like the strange sensation, but once the slight pinch disappeared, she was fine. It helped that Brandon stood close enough that his cock bobbed under her lips.
“Can I suck on it?” She’d already messed up once, so this time she asked.
“Just until Sam gets that thing in your ass. He’ll be quick, I’m sure. Right, Sam?”
Mac almost laughed at Brandon’s strangled words. When she tried to reach up and grab his dick, her arms wouldn’t move. “Can you untie me if I promise not to stop Sam?”
Sam slid another finger into her back hole, and her mouth opened to get in more air. One thumb was pleasant, but adding the second digit made for tight quarters.
“Sure, darlin’.” Brandon reached down and undid the straps on both of her arms. Too bad that put his cock out of reach.”
“Come back here, please,” she asked nicely.
As soon as Brandon’s dick came within reach, Mac clasped it and drew it to her lips.
“Oh, darlin’. That’s it. Suck it hard.”
She did just that. Within seconds, more lube scented the air. She was so into licking and stroking Brandon’s cock that when Sam placed the big dildo against her slick hole again, Mac didn’t focus on it.
Instead of twisting and twirling the piece of plastic, Sam edged it in and out a few times until it popped past her tight ring. She drew in a deep breath as it burned and stung.
Brandon must have noticed her inhale for he lightly pinched her nipples, taking her mind off the slight ache that was already lessening in intensity. With one hand, Sam rubbed her back and murmured sweet things, while he pressed the dildo into her. She had to work to keep relaxed, but once the fake cock reached the end, he pulled it back out halfway, managing to hit a few erotic nerves on the way. Her pussy dampened from the new sensations.
“Don’t stop, darlin’.” Brandon threaded his fingers through her hair and pressed on her scalp.
Pleased he seemed excited, she slowed her movements to drive him wild with need. Once the humongous dildo was inside her, Sam leaned over her back. “You want me to fuck you?”
She thought all she’d get was the dildo. “More than anything.” Only she wasn’t certain it was anatomically possible to fit both of them. There was no space.
Sam cupped her pussy, and then delved a finger into her hot core. Even something that thin, set her off. There was barely enough room, so how the hell could she take his cock?
He removed his finger. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught site of a beautiful bare ass stepping by. He reached up and retrieved a condom from a shelf. One quick rip later, Sam was back behind her.
“Prepare to be entered.”
Had she not had Brandon’s cock in her mouth, she would have laughed. Once more, Sam took his time, dipping first one finger into her pussy, and then a second one. When he curled both fingers, electric sparks raced down her body. Mac had a hard time working her magic on Brandon while Sam pushed her closer to the edge.
His fingers disappeared and his cock nudged her opening. He slipped in an inch and stopped.
“Hmm?” she moaned with her closed mouth.
“Sam is waiting for you to finish me…off, darlin’.” Brandon’s words trailed away as she drew him deep into her mouth.
This was it. She tightened her hold and pumped her fist up and down, while she rolled his balls in her palm. Brandon groaned and moaned. He pressed hard onto her scalp. Seconds later, he yelled her name and shot cannonballs of cum deep into her throat. Mac had to swallow fast to keep up with him. Brandon pulled out just as Sam slid in deeper.
Overwhelmed by Brandon’s release, Mac needed a moment to catch her breath, but Sam seemed unaware of her heightened reaction. He reached around and tugged on her already swollen nipples. His touch pushed her too close toward her orgasm, and she held his cock tight inside her.
“Easy there,” Sam said.
Brandon sat on his haunches and swatted Sam’s fingers away from her breasts. “Let me at them again.”
Sam slipped his hands to her hips and drove in hard. Her eyes nearly bugged out. There was definitely no room. Brandon’s tender hands helped ease the tension, and with each one of Sam’s thrusts, she soared higher and higher.
“I’m close, baby.”
Mac squeezed her eyes shut and let Sam push her into the climactic sea. Her moan turned into a loud scream as her orgasm took over. The stimulation had been too much. As Sam’s cock detonated, her mind blanked. Time seemed to stand still. She relished the pulses skittering across her damp skin, and there was no doubt she was in heaven.
It wasn’t until Sam withdrew and slowly eased out the dildo that Mac’s senses returned anywhere close to normal. When Brandon had left the playroom and returned, she didn’t remember, but he had a cloth in his hand and cleaned her up. Then he untied her legs and helped her to her feet. She staggered on rubbery legs.
“Easy there.”
Sam turned her around. “You were amazing. I’m so proud of you. How are you feeling?”
“Fantastic.”
* * *
As soon as the men left the house the next morning, Mac went back to work. She definitely wanted to contact Marina Lavelle today to find out more details about Roger Medlock. Mac wasn’t sure why she was so fascinated with the man, since she had no proof he’d bought Cheryl, but her sixth sense told her he had some girl who would need rescuing.
Mac called Marina’s law office, but she didn’t expect Ms. Lavelle would be free to speak with her, let alone meet.
“Marina Lavelle, how may I help you?”
The woman didn’t have a secretary? Mac actually forgot what she was going to say for a moment. She’d concocted a story about wanting to adopt a baby, but all thoughts flew out of her head but the truth—or mostly the truth.
“My name is Hannah Atkins. Darla gave me your name.”
“Any friend of Darla’s is a friend of mine. How can I help?”
Mac opened her mouth then closed it. For the most part, lawyers were honorable, but Paul Statler was a lawyer, too, and he was scum. Mac decided to take a chance that Marina was on the right side of the law. “Would it be possible to meet for lunch or coffee today? I know that’s an odd request, but it involves Roger Medlock.”
“Roger? Did that ass promise you the world and not deliver?”
Guess that answered Mac’s question about whether Marina still had the hots for him. “Not
exactly. It’s not something I can discuss over the phone.”
“Just a sec. Let me check my calendar. I have a two o’clock appointment. Can we meet at one?”
That was more than she’d hoped for. “Sure.”
“How about Darla’s coffee shop on Mabry and Main?”
Darla owned a coffee shop? Mac’s people skills were slipping. “Sure. Sounds good.”
That left her a few hours before she had to head out. If the men checked the tracking device, she’d tell them she was going house crazy and needed to get out. They couldn’t expect her to sit home all day, now could they?
Time to get back to work.
The next name on the list was Charles Nesmith. The first hour of research didn’t provide her with much to go on. He’d divorced ten years ago and hadn’t remarried. Much of his time was spent overseas, in places like Iran, Iraq, Egypt, and Pakistan. Mac wanted to check to see if he’d received cash deposits from overseas clients for the women. To her surprise, she was able to get into his bank account quite easily. For a man as rich as Nesmith, he sure was dumb to use the same password for Facebook as he did for his bank.
It was his bank account, or rather bank accounts, that proved interesting. While she had no proof what all the money was for, the man was a player. His many deposits could be from selling women, or from trading guns. Dealing drugs was also an option. Because he was the one who had thirty thousand by his name, Mac had the sinking feeling the man might have bought three women and traded them overseas. God help them all.
Mac was smart enough to know when she was in over her head, and Charles Nesmith seemed the biggest challenge. She’d meet with Marina, hear what the woman had to say about Medlock, and then decide her next plan of action. It wouldn’t hurt to go through all the men’s history. Something might pop out.
Her stomach grumbled. Since it was close to noon, she ate the leftover lasagna then changed into an outfit more suitable to meet a lawyer. After returning the tracking device to her car, Mac typed in the address for Darla’s shop and headed out. Her palms remained a bit damp, which wouldn’t do. Coming mostly clean would be the best, but also the most dangerous. What if Marina knew that Medlock had Cheryl and tipped him off? That could cost Cheryl her life.
Medlock might have been able to snow Marina into thinking he was above reproach, but he wouldn’t fool Mac. Look what had happened to Elena Sanchez. She’d said that Harvey Couch, the man she’d worked for, ran an Au Pair business. On the surface, his company had seemed legitimate. She’d had no idea the man used it as a front to kidnap women and sell them.
Marina Lavelle dealt in adoptions. At first, Mac thought she might have stolen some of the babies and had Medlock help her sell them on the black market. That had caused Mac to do a search on the sexy lawyer. The woman had graduated at the top of her class in law school and had come from a good family—a family who’d adopted her when she was three. All in all, this lawyer seemed to be on the up and up.
Mac parked close to the shop, cut the engine, and crossed her fingers, hoping she wasn’t making a mistake in trusting this woman. Darla’s place was inviting. It had a brown and white striped awning with cute café tables outside. Pots filled with colorful flowers acted as a border between the coffee shop and the stationery store next door. No one was sitting outside; Mac guessed that sixty-eight degrees was a bit too chilly for these southerners.
She stepped inside and the hairs on her neck bristled. A halfling or a werewolf was here. Other than the young man behind the counter, Marina was the only person in the shop. From the strength of the feeling, Marina Lavelle was a halfling, just like her. Dressed in an elegant navy blue suit, Marina’s hair was tastefully pulled back in a bun. As Mac approached, Marina glanced up. Her jaw loosened. It was if she suddenly realized they had something in common.
Mac smiled and held out her hand. “Ms. Lavelle?”
The second their hands touched, Mac felt a different kind of connection than that of having werewolf fathers. They seemed to relate on another level, too. While Mac wasn’t perfect in figuring out who was good and who wasn’t, she would bet anything that Marina had morals. From all Mac had read about her, Marina knew what she wanted and went after it.
“Ms. Atkins?”
Mac pulled out the seat, trying to decide how much she should tell. She had about ten seconds to decide. “Actually, my name is Mackenzie Wagner.” Marina reached down for her purse. “Wait. I need to explain.”
Marina worked her mouth, but then she sat back. “I’m listening.”
“I’m going to take a real big chance by telling you something.”
Her brows rose. “I’m rather good at keeping secrets. You said this was about Roger Medlock?”
Mac hoped her secret keeping ability was true. “Yes.” She explained about her missing cousin Cheryl.
“And you think Roger bought her?” She shook her head. “Why? The man can have any woman. I just wasn’t the right one for him.”
“Maybe. You were in his house and on his boat?”
Her eyes widened. “How did you—Darla, right?”
“Yes, but don’t blame her. I made up a story about my folks wanting to move into the neighborhood and asked about Roger.”
“I adore Darla, but I’ve learned that whatever I tell her, it’s up for publication. I’m getting some coffee. You want some?” She pushed back her chair.
“Sure.” They walked up to the counter and ordered, but Marina insisted on paying, which made Mac feel a bit better about trusting her.
Once they had their drinks, they returned to the table. “How can I help? I’m not dating Medlock anymore, so it’s not like I can sneak around and ask the help if they’ve seen another woman.”
“Does he have any other homes?”
She shook her head. “Not that he mentioned, but one never knows with Roger. He could have investment properties. He makes so much money; he needs to diversify his holdings.”
Mac made a mental note to check the property records. “I’ll look into it.”
Marina reached into her purse. “I was going to throw this out. It came in the mail today. It’s another party invitation to Roger’s house.” Marina slid it across the table. “If you’re really worried about your cousin, maybe you want to go. But take someone with you.”
Mac couldn’t believe her luck. “Is there a name on it?”
“No. Roger hands them out like candy. I think he just wants votes. Did Darla tell you he’s running for office?”
“She did.”
They chatted a bit more about Roger’s arrogance, and his hot and cold personality. “I need to get back,” Marina said. “Let me know how it turns out.”
Mac smiled. “I will.”
Chapter Nineteen
Mac’s luck held, and she made it home without running into the men. She quickly booted up her computer and hacked into Medlock’s bank records. Something Marina said had spurred an idea. At first, Mac didn’t think what she found was significant, until she noticed the same name appearing on his check registry every few weeks. The charge was around a hundred dollars. When she searched the name of Richard Diego, it turned out he was a urologist. Not that it proved her suspicion, but it gave credence to it.
All she needed was one other bit of information. She’d just found it when both of the men returned home. She closed her laptop and rushed to greet them.
“Hmm. Who needs a kiss the most?” she said, happy to see them.
Sam grabbed her and planted one on her. Her hormones surged. God, when would this incredible rush end? Or would it ever?
“My turn.” Brandon tugged her away from Sam.
Odd how the intensity of the attraction remained the same, but her reaction to the two men was a bit different. With Sam, her heart would beat fast and her skin would heat, but with Brandon, her stomach would clench and her breasts seemed to swell.
Brandon’s kiss was soft, but with what his hands were doing, she was ready to tear off his clothes and do him
right there.
“Cool your jets, you two,” Sam said. “Brandon, we promised her dinner out. Remember?”
She broke the kiss. “You’re taking me out?”
Sam smiled. “You bet. You’ve been here all day. It’s the least we can do.”
They must not really be checking the tracking device, unless they weren’t the ones who put it there. That was a scary thought. If they were going to have any kind of relationship, she needed to be truthful. “Actually, I did go out. How about I change and tell you all about it over dinner.”
Before they could say anything, she scooted to her room to put on something sexier. She wanted to drive the men wild all night. Once happy with her outfit choice, she rushed down the hallway.
“I’m ready. Let’s go!” Please don’t think about what I just said, and tell me I broke some rule and need to stay home.
Brandon pulled open the truck door then wrapped an arm around her waist. “How do you feel about steak?”
“Love it.” Yes! They were going to let her tell them on her own time.
Once they were seated at a booth at The Ranch House, Brandon, who was sitting next to her, nudged her leg. “We want to hear all about your day.”
“I think Sam was right about Roger Medlock needing a wife.”
He dipped his chin. “How so?”
“I happen to stumble across his bank statements and found out that he paid a man the same amount every month or two. That man was a urologist. From another source, I thought perhaps he might need some erectile dysfunction medication.”
“Roger Medlock is impotent?”
She glanced around. “Shh. I don’t have proof. Well, I kind of have proof.”
Brandon picked up her hand and squeezed. “What aren’t you telling us?”
She’d have to come clean. Otherwise, how could she explain the invitation? “Now, don’t get mad.”
Sam tipped back his drink. “Brandon, whenever a woman starts off with ‘now, don’t get mad,’ you know she’s gone and done something we won’t like.”