“Please, this is getting embarrassing.” Killian gave her a look to make her feel so pitiable for a moment Rachel actually forgot she wasn’t guilty of what he accused.
“Oh, give it a rest.”
She shook her head, remembering herself a second later. Hell, she wasn’t the one who kept showing up everywhere. Maybe she should complain to the sheriff that his deputy was stalking her. The accusation rested on the edge of her lips before sanity kicked in.
No. She would not play his game but would hold her chin up high and respond in a bored, unconcerned tone. “How could I even know you were here? This is the middle of nowhere.”
“Obviously you followed me, which is really pathetic.”
That did it. Sanity be damned, something deserved to be said. “I’ll tell you what is pathetic. It’s you thinking any woman would take enough notice to even bother being aware that you were in the same room as her.”
“It’s time to stop lying, Rachel. You need to confront your sickness.”
“My sickness? I’m not the one following you around town like a lovesick puppy dog.”
Oh, that did it. Even in the dim light of the moon Rachel could see Killian’s face turn a whole different color. Dark and pissed, she rushed out more words in an attempt to drown out the ones that should never have been said.
“Like I could even follow you!” Hollering to cut off any attempt by Killian to interrupt with the storm clouds he had brewing on his brow, she really got into her tirade, fake as it was. “I couldn’t even hope to get through the gates up there at the front of the club, and how was I supposed to know you were one of the jackasses working surveillance on that little kingdom of kink? I couldn’t—”
“Kingdom of kink?” Adam arched a brow at her. “And just how do you know about our kinks, Rachel? You ever—”
“Like I want a man who is so pathetic and insecure that he has play perverted little games just to jack up his ego enough to screw.”
Damnit. She really had to stop issuing invitations like that because sooner or later one of them might accept.
“You are so going to eat those words.”
Yeah, probably. Why the hell did that excite her? Why did any of this? As annoyed and irritated as she felt, Rachel could also feel the low hum of energy fueling her emotions. It snapped and sparked, driving her to be reckless at a time when caution would have been more appropriate.
Her worry must have shown through because Killian managed a smirk, relaxing slightly as if he’d claimed a silent victory. “I think we have a feminist on our hands.”
“You know what that means.”
“She ain’t never had a good fucking.”
There, that was the Killian who deserved a good smacking a day. No man, not even the sleazy drunk who hung outside the gas station, had ever talked to her in such a way. Every prim, uptight molecule of her being roared with the need for revenge over such treatment. Without thought, her hand reared back and went swinging for the arrogant ass’s face only to come up short when her wrist got caught by something hard and painfully tight.
Everything was moving so fast, Rachel didn’t have time to process what had happened. The world spun around her. The rough surface of dirt and pebbles bit into her cheek as both her arms were wrenched behind her back. The clear sensation of metal bands snapping around her wrists brought it all into focus.
“Uncuff me, you deviant little turds!” Rachel shrieked, fighting the unbreakable bonds of the handcuffs.
All her struggles amounted to squat. Unable to escape, the best thing Rachel could manage was to roll onto her back and heave curses at them. Neither man stopped her from railing at them and everything in the world as she went on a long overdue tirade.
Slowly, the fire fueling her anger waned down to a simmer, reducing the cold reality of how screwed she was. The oppressive truth that she had absolutely no control of the situation left her glaring at the sky. The stars appeared to giggle back down at her, all giddy and happy to be way up there.
Killian, though, appeared quite pleased to be right where he was. Grinning like the cocky son of a bitch he’d been when she’d first met him, he loomed over to gloat. “That would be assaulting an officer.”
He doesn’t have to sound so damn cheery about that fact. Killian had taken to the safety of his feet when she’d gone into wildcat mode. Now he was braving the possibility of serious injury to lean down and latch on to her arm. With a careless jerk that spoke to his greater strength, he yanked her right onto her feet. Annoyed at his power, Rachel jerked back in reflexive rebellion.
“Will you look at that? The ankle held.” That wise observation came from Adam.
So I’m caught. I did it. I trespassed, took pictures of some kinky party with most of the male citizens of Pittsview in attendance. I still have the power. Pictures or not, they can’t make me un-know what I already know. That leaves a lot of room for negotiations.
Rachel found her well of power and grinned, unabashedly assured of her ultimate victory. “Amazing, isn’t it?”
Holding Adam’s glare, she refused to back down even an inch. She wouldn’t be subdued by a little bit of intimidation. If the man wanted her tame, he’d better bring a whip. The instant the thought occurred to Rachel, she wished it, and the vivid memories of the orgy, away. No. No whipping.
“Ready to admit to what you are doing out here, Rachel?”
“No.”
“Damn,” Adam snickered, “that’s the shortest answer we’ve gotten all night.”
“The most honest, too,” Killian added. It had really begun to irritate her the way they talked liked she wasn’t standing right there. “You think she’s finally starting to worry?”
“Worry?” Rachel smiled, letting them see who held the power now. “What should I be worried about? I didn’t do anything wrong. You’re the supposed protector of the citizens who apparently, in his free time, likes to scare and bully women. I’ll tell you who should be worried—”
“You,” Killian stated.
“Yes. You!”
“So you are not worried?”
Rachel would have crossed her arms over her chest if she could have. Instead, she had to settle for a defiant chin lift and narrowed glare. “No. Why would I be?”
“Because you are cuffed and charged with assaulting an officer of the law?”
“I didn’t assault you, you big baby.”
“You were going to smack me.”
Rachel snorted at that. “You deserve a good smack.”
“And you deserve a good spanking, but you don’t see me bending you over.”
Oh, the images…Rachel tried not to focus on them, but everywhere her mind turned, it saw the same reflection—her, naked, trapped between these two men. Their callused hands felt rough against her body, rough and controlling. Killian held her tight with his hold on her waist while Adam forced her head downward with a firm grip in her hair. They bent her over, Adam bringing her lips to brush against the hard denim covering his bulging erection. With dark intent, Killian’s hands smoothed over her ass in a gentle imitation of what was about to come. The soft hiss of a zipper being lowered had her tensing as…
“Not yet.”
Killian couldn’t know where her dirty thoughts had been leading her.
“You are going to be punished, Rachel. Have no doubt of that, but first we’re going to reveal all your sins.”
Punished? “Excuse me? Do I look like an eight-year-old child to you?” Rachel asked but didn’t give either of the oversized Neanderthals trying to intimidate her a chance to answer. “Let me tell you something, buddy, I’m not some little kid for you to deliver a spanking to. Nor am I some cheap-ass floozy who bends over for the right price.
“Don’t even look at me like that,” Rachel snapped at Killian. “You don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing out here? Oh, I know what you’re up to. You’re one of those sick bastards that has to prove his manhood by paying some woman to play puppet to all his l
ittle commands. Let me tell you something. I’m no puppet, and you’d best watch your ass before it gets chewed by these fangs, baby.”
“You know, you are awfully mouthy,” Killian commented, apparently unimpressed by her passionate tirade.
“Yet another sign she is in need of a good fucking.”
Rachel twirled on Adam. “Would you shut up about that?”
“So much negativity and tension.” Adam waved a hand over her as if feeling for some kind of aura. “I really think if you just got laid you’d be a much happier, and nicer, person.”
“I am a happy person,” Rachel growled.
“With that disposition, I imagine you frighten off most volunteers. I could—”
“Don’t say it.”
“Why not?” Adam smirked. “You’ve already thought about it.”
“Not once.”
“You really are a bad liar.” Adam’s grin took a wicked turn, and Rachel instinctively shifted away from the predatory intent she could feel tensing his muscles. “I could prove it to you.”
Don’t provoke the lion.
“Only if you are prepared to suffer a humiliating defeat.”
Ah, shit.
Adam came at Rachel then, taking the step that closed the distance between them. She went back, desperate to regain her private space. Instead of freedom, she found herself trapped with Killian at her back and Adam pushing in from the front.
They surrounded her with strength and warmth, a siren’s call of security and comfort. It felt so good to be imprisoned in a cage of heated male muscles. Like a symphony, the air filled with layers of scents—male musk, soap, and earth, with subtle after-tones of cinnamon and mint. Rachel melted beneath the liquid heat of the hot, humid night. Her muscles were drugged into relaxing as the scent of lust thickened around her. Naturally, her body shifted, molding into the hard press of male ridges.
It felt amazing to be pressed between them, molded into them, almost as good as the lips on her neck. A firm, warm caress, Killian’s lips flirted across her skin in sweet, almost ticklish kisses until they rested against the very beat of her pulse. He toyed with the wild beat, nibbling on the taut stretch of skin. The provocative kiss revved her heart into a pounding race.
“The taste of victory is so very sweet,” Killian growled.
Chapter 3
Rachel didn’t have a chance to respond to Killian’s murmured gloat before his kiss consumed any protest she might have made. It would have been a lie, anyway. Her whole body craved this moment with such desperation that it had run her mouth off in a blatant taunting.
She’d begged to be captured, and Adam trapped her, holding her captive with her own lust. He fueled her need with the slow, seductive delight of being truly tasted. Drugged by the wicked teasing of his tongue, Rachel felt the fight fueling her blood flush downward so fast that she collapsed against the hard wall of Adam’s chest.
Instantly, his heated scent invaded her lungs, fogging her thoughts until the need burning between her legs began to drive her actions. Everything spun so fast around her that she panicked. Feeling rushed and overheated, her mind lassoed Killian’s last comment, repeating it over and over again until the mantra beat back the rising tide of her arousal.
She couldn’t give in. This was just a game to them. They’d played her perfectly, getting her riled up, not jumping at her bait and duping her into thinking there really would be no consequences to playing. There would be, though. Tomorrow, Rachel would pay by waking up with the memories of not only witnessing an orgy but participating in one with these two deputies.
Rachel could live with having sex, even dirty, raunchy fucking. If only the pleasure they gave her were skin deep. Being there with them, caught between them, Rachel hadn’t felt this alive in so long that she didn’t want the moment to end.
A smart woman would use Killian and Adam for all the pleasure they could give her. Only an idiot would want for more. Rachel tended to pride herself on not being stupid, but everybody had their weaknesses. For some odd reason, these two deputies had turned out to be hers.
By giving in a little, she just might be able to get out of this situation without any real damage done. Unless, of course, Rachel didn’t count having to endure the ache of unsatisfied wanton lust. Which she didn’t, no matter the need already slickening the top of her thighs. God, she hoped they couldn’t smell that. Though if they did, it wouldn’t hurt her plan one bit.
Bending her arms, Rachel brought her hands up enough to cup the large bulge of Killian’s cock that had been pressing into the small of her back. The position forced her to arch away from him, and she discovered another hard dick pressing into her stomach. Perfect, they were where Rachel wanted them.
Though she’d never done something so bold or forward as to make a move on a man, Rachel threw herself full force into Adam’s kiss, fighting off his tongue as she invaded his mouth and forced him into taking action. The kiss changed from a delicate tasting to a hungry mating of mouths that matched the ever-increasing rhythm of her hands molding, stroking over Killian’s hard length.
With every squeeze, she lured Killian into their frenzy, delighting when he tensed then shuddered before muttering a curse and arching into her touch. The motion emboldened her, giving her the confidence to roll her hips and let her stomach begin to move over the solid width of Adam’s erection.
Adam responded just as Killian had. He tensed, flexed his hips, and then with a growled obscenity, his hands locked on her waist and jerked her up. A thick thigh parted her legs, and she found herself suddenly straddling Adam’s hard-muscled thigh. He treated her to the same torment she visited on them, rubbing his thickness right up between her legs and making her cunt clench and cream with the need to be skin-to-skin.
Rachel could feel herself fading, getting lost in the power of the moment. As her body clamored forward into the storm, it unwound her control and sent sheer, manic fear shafting through her. The chaotic feeling stirred a revolution in her mind, igniting an alarm that had her jerking back from Adam’s kiss, gasping for breath, for some relief from the lust drugging her senses.
Rachel couldn’t lose it now. If she did, then all her options would disappear right along with her control. Then what would happen? The answer took less than a second to come to her in a full, vivid fantasy. Then reality would shift and pleasure as she knew it would be altered forever. Soon enough, they’d slink back off to their playthings and she’d be left with a dating population that thought five minutes of rubbing her clit sufficed as foreplay.
No. Rachel wouldn’t let that happen. Looking up through her lashes, she met Adam’s intense gaze. “I want you.”
The truth, so easy to give, made Adam’s features relax slightly. “You can have anything you want.”
That promise, murmured between the little butterfly kisses he rained down her jaw and over the ridge to her neck, had her eyes fluttering closed again. Rachel tried, really tried, to amass her resistance and keep her mind on her goal.
“Not here.” It came out jagged. The words cut roughly from her panting breaths. “I want a bed.”
“Something soft and comfortable, where we can spend hours enjoying that sweet little body,” Killian whispered against the curve of her ear.
Hours? Rachel had never once been with a man who could do hours, though she had met some who had promised. Not that she’d ever believed any of them. Rachel believed Killian, and it made her almost pant with anticipation.
Hours of being trapped between these men, being totally at their mercy, letting them use her in the way they wanted…she’d get lost. When they were done, they would return to their normal lives, and she’d end up a piece of broken wreckage in their wake.
“We could take you home, strip you bare, and feast on your naked flesh,” Adam murmured into the curve of her neck before scraping his teeth over her sensitive skin. Rachel started slightly at the minor assault, but his words lured her, seduced her in ways that she had no defenses against.
“Would you like that?”
“Yes.” Rachel breathed out the word with no thought left to the consequences. If they were beside a bed now, there would be no more hesitation.
“First, you need to tell us what you were doing out here.”
Adam’s words, no matter how softly whispered, brought back the grim truth of her situation better than anything could.
Now who is being played? Rachel had underestimated them, just as they had underestimated her. Perhaps, though, it was time to do away with the pretenses, to reveal the truth that they were not the only people with power in this situation. Rachel smiled at thought.
Opening her eyes, she met Adam’s dark gaze head on. “You already know the answer to that, don’t you?”
“Say it.”
Rachel smiled, liking the feel of the moment. “I’m out here investigating the rumors that the Cattleman’s Club is more than a place where men go to gamble and drink whiskey.”
Adam’s gaze skipped over her shoulder, going toward Killian, who leaned in to breathe his dark, forbidden response into her ear. “And did you enjoy seeing what we do in our free time, Rachel? Did you get all hot and wet as you watched all those women being used, punished, and pleasured? Did you imagine yourself as one of them? Wish that you were?”
She wanted to say no but couldn’t.
“You broke the law, Rachel.” Adam pressed into her, trapping her in their vise of heat and muscle. “By rights, we should take you down to the station and process you.” Adam’s hand boldly came up to palm her breast. Teasingly, he rolled and pinched her nipple. Involuntarily, she groaned and arched into his touch. “We could see to your punishment ourselves.”
Oh, crap. Oh, crap. He’s suggesting…Rachel sucked in a breath as arousal flooded her body, heating up places that shouldn’t have been excited by the word punishment. Lust tried to twist her reason, searching for any way to convince her stubborn pride to accept his terms.
More than anything, Rachel wanted to know what it was like to be naked and vulnerable, trapped between two hard, unforgiving male bodies. Trapped between Adam and Killian while they unleashed their dirty imagination on her body, there was a fantasy she’d be having for many nights to come.
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