I Spy a Wicked Sin

by Jo Davis

  She arched a brow, ignoring his self-deprecating joke. “Window repair?”

  “Correction. I’m not going to fix it. The glass people are. Tomorrow.” He took a healthy drink of his wine. “You missed the fireworks. Jude had sort of an episode earlier. The nightmares, his situation, all of it exploded and he trashed his studio. Hurled a chair through the big picture window and cut himself.”

  “Good Lord,” she breathed. “Is he all right?”

  “On the outside, a few cuts, the worst ones on his arm and the bottom of his foot. On the inside? He’s falling apart, Lily.” Setting down his glass, he pushed a hand through his dark bangs.

  “He’s become convinced he’s killed people. Called himself a monster. H-he asked me why he didn’t just die in the accident. God, he was so down it broke my heart.”

  Lily’s broke, too. Clean in half.

  Jude knows he’s a murderer. The pieces are falling into place and when he remembers what he’s done, it will tear him in two.

  The only humane thing to do was to put him down. Out of his misery, before he recalled the atrocities he’d committed against his country.

  Before he turned and went back to the dark side.

  “I don’t understand what’s happening to him,” Liam went on.

  “Maybe he’s never really recovered from the accident,” she offered quietly. “What he’s suffering could be a health issue he might never get over.”

  There. She’d planted the seed. She hated herself.

  He nodded. “I’ve thought of that, but I refuse to believe it. There has to be another explanation.”

  Oh, baby. There is, but you don’t want to know.

  “Brain injury, coupled with stress, can have serious consequences on a person’s well-being. If he won’t see anyone, there’s not much you can do except be there for him.”

  “I suppose.” He turned to stir one of his pots.

  “Tell me, how did you and Jude meet?” The change of subject did the trick, the happy light returning to his expression.

  “I ran over him.” He snorted. “On my moped.”

  This time she laughed. The picture was too absurd not to react. “A moped? People still drive those?”

  “Struggling chefs who can’t afford a car drive them. It got me where I needed to go-until I wrecked it while making Jude into a pancake.”

  “And it was friendship at first sight?”

  “Right. He was so mad, he threatened to sue me.” Liam chuckled at the memory. “I had twelve dollars and fifty-six cents in the bank, another fifteen in my pocket. I offered to make him dinner at my shitty apartment instead to make up for flattening him, and when he found out I was fresh out of chef’s school, he accepted.”

  “Then you became friends?”

  “By the time we finished eating, we’d hit it off. Anyway, when he demanded to know how I was going to fix my bike, he forced me to admit I’d spent every last dime I had to my name just to make him dinner. He was looking for a live- in chef, and the rest is history.”

  The actions of a kind, considerate man who hadn’t stayed angry with someone who’d run him over. Who knew a gem when he saw one, and pulled the younger man out of dire straits. And that was long before Jude’s brain had been swept.

  Lily was more uncertain than ever.

  “Let me guess-you don’t drive a moped anymore?”

  He shot her a sly sideways look from under his long lashes. “The Porsche in the garage is mine.”

  “A gift from Jude?”

  “He’s a generous man. Stick around and he’ll spoil you, too.”

  Rather than forcing a lie, she hid behind her wine. Not for long, though. Liam’s enthusiasm for life was an addictive drug. She could listen to his chatter for hours and not grow tired of his company.

  By the time they’d consumed two glasses of wine, Liam had finished dinner while telling her about growing up in Chattanooga as part of an average, blue-collar family. When he’d come out to his parents as bisexual, they’d kicked him out and told him never to darken their door again. He’d hitchhiked to New York with only the clothes on his back.

  When she asked how he’d gotten the money for chef school, his beautiful eyes flashed with sorrow. He told her she didn’t want to know.

  Fortunately, Liam’s melancholy was brief. Jude walked into the kitchen and leaned on his cane, breathing in the spicy aroma. “What smells so good? Christ, is that seafood gumbo?”

  “Yep, and corn bread.” Liam winked at her. “Our boss has to have his New Orleans fix every now and then.”

  “Minus the filth and the stink of the river,” Jude added.

  Lily eyed the enormous pot. “Is it spicy-hot?”

  “My gumbo could strip the paint off the side of a house,” the younger man boasted. “But don’t worry-we’ve got plenty of wine.”

  “Oh, boy. I hope you keep a bottle of antacids around here.” Both men laughed, and she waved at the pot. “What are you going to do with all of that? There’s no way we’ll be able to eat that much.”

  “One of Jude’s employees from the shelter is coming to pick it up, along with two extra pans of cornbread and dessert. They have their own cook, but I treat them a couple of days a week to give Mrs. Morgan time off.”

  What? “A shelter? What shelter?” She glanced between the two men, noting how Jude straightened, lifting his chin.

  “It’s a shelter in town for abused spouses and children who are desperate to start their lives over. I renovated a big, older home and opened it several years ago. We started with five families and two runaway teens, and now we have double that.”

  “We realize it’s just a drop in the bucket, but Jude’s expanding this year, opening two more locations,” Liam said, pride in his boss unmistakable. “He has a waiting list longer than your arm.”

  Lily stared at them, stunned. “That’s incredibly generous of both of you. These people are very lucky to have you behind them.”

  Jude shrugged. “Someone helped me once, when I was at my lowest point. I figure it’s my way of giving back.”

  “Your friend Devon must be a special guy.”

  “Dev gave me my big break in the art world, but he wasn’t the one who rescued me from the gutter. That was…” He frowned, rubbing his temples. “His name was… Michael.” He blew out a breath. “God, why can’t I remember anything else about him?”

  Very carefully, Lily set down her wine. “Would you both excuse me for a few minutes? I’ll be right back.”

  Fast as she dared, she ducked into a powder room off the foyer and locked the door behind her. Bracing her hands on the counter, she hung her head and let the tears flow.

  This was so fucking unfair. When her mission was complete, she’d find one good reason to kill Dietz. Slowly.

  A quiet knock jolted her from her contemplation of Dietz’s demise. How long had she been standing here?

  “Lily, are you all right?”

  Jude. At least he couldn’t tell she’d been crying.

  “I’m fine, just freshening up.” That seemed safe enough. Most men had no clue what women did when they “freshened up.”

  “Are you upset with me? Did I say something wrong?”

  “No! Give me a second.”

  Quickly, she splashed some water on her face and used the small hand towel to pat it dry. She fanned her face to try to erase evidence of her tears and red eyes; she was glad her makeup was spare. Ready, she opened the door and stepped out.

  Jude stood there, mouth turned down at the corners, brow furrowed. “Whatever I said, I apologize.”

  “Don’t be silly! Can’t a woman take care of business without everyone coming unglued?”

  “Lily…”

  “All right. If you must know, the idea of what you’ve suffered gets to me.” Not a lie. “Hearing your story, the good you’ve done, made me a little emotional. I’m fine.”

  His expression softened. “Oh. Well, that’s ancient history and there’s no reason for anyone t
o feel sorry for me. I have a good life, and now more than ever, I have reason not to squander what I have left. Even if I do have bad days.”

  Which only served to ramp up her misery. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  “Hungry?”

  “I could eat.”

  He offered his arm. “Why don’t we retire to my suite? The guy from the shelter just left with their portion of the food, so we’re free to dine in peace.”

  “We?”

  “You, me, and Liam,” he said, tone thick with suggestion.

  Never had she been so at war with herself. Mind, body, and soul. She wanted these men, yet she knew what she had to do-allow them to seduce her.

  Then do her job.

  “Sounds promising.” She took his arm and they went upstairs.

  In his suite, he helped seat her at the same table where he’d eaten with Tamara. Just before he ate Tamara.

  The table was already set with a bottle of wine chilling in the middle, glasses, bowls, plates, and cutlery. Jude sat and she took the place on his right, leaving the spot on her right for Liam.

  Mind racing, she thought ahead to the evening before them. There was no question what the two men had planned for her tonight. How would she keep the two different drugs at the ready and time the doses? In addition, making sure each of the drugs went to the correct man was essential. A mistake would mean disaster.

  She’d wait until they were feeling loose. Offer to refill their glasses. But how-

  “You’re thinking too hard,” Jude said with a smile. “I can almost hear the wheels grinding.”

  “Busted.”

  “Well, stop. We want to spoil you and we need your cooperation to succeed.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  His lips quirked. “Good girl.”

  Liam rolled in with his cart of food, jeans slung low on his hips. “Chow time.”

  “Good, I’m starving,” Jude said, patting his stomach.

  “You’re always hungry.”

  “You should know.”

  Liam blushed, cutting a look at Lily. “I’m not the only one.”

  The sexual tension was thick as molasses as Liam served the meal. The Chardonnay he poured, however, was one of her favorites, which was a shame. After tonight, she’d probably never touch it again.

  Dinner progressed amid comfortable, idle chat. Her nerves gradually gave way to the growing lust palpable between the three of them, her senses simply no match for being sandwiched between two potent males. They smelled so good, heat practically radiating from them. Each so sexy in his own right, yet so different.

  At last they pushed their bowls away and Liam gestured to the small plates on the cart. “Dessert? I made cheesecake.”

  “Yeah, but I’ve got an idea,” Jude said. “You’re going to be our plate.”

  “Me? You mean you’re going to…”

  “Yep. Lily and I are going to have you with dessert. Strip and get on the bed. Now.”

  Making a strangled noise, Liam did as he was told. His clothing hit the floor and he crawled onto the bed and lay on his back, cock at full salute.

  “Lily, undress and help me with the cheesecake, if you would.”

  Fascinated by the prospect of devouring the handsome young man, she shed her clothing as well and grabbed a plate. She got on the bed and scooted next to Liam, setting the dessert on the covers next to them. Jude followed suit and joined them, sitting on their friend’s other side, his excitement evident. He was clearly running the show and they waited to see what he’d say next.

  Jude waved a hand in her direction. “Take a nice amount of cheesecake on your fingers and coat his cock with it. Balls, too.”

  Oh, my. “And then?”

  “You’re going to enjoy your dessert, honey. What else?”

  “Good God,” Liam groaned, but it wasn’t a complaint. “You’re an evil man, boss.”

  “Tell me that in thirty seconds.”

  “I won’t be able to speak by then!”

  “That’s the idea.”

  Intrigued and more than a little aroused by the prospect of driving Liam out of his mind, Lily grinned, scooping a dollop of the confection with a bit of the strawberry topping. Grabbing the base of his cock with one hand to hold it steady, she used the other to spread the stuff on his shaft. It warmed and melted some as she worked, making a coating of goo, covering him completely. Even his sac, which had drawn taut at the attention.

  “Okay, I’m done. Shall I eat him?”

  “Let me have your fingers first,” Jude said.

  She complied and he grasped her wrist, then proceeded to lick every bit of cheesecake off the digits. The feel of his warm tongue rasping off the cream was incredibly erotic. Her pussy clenched at the sight and sensation, and she could only imagine how great it would feel to Liam.

  “Mmm, delicious. Your turn.”

  Taking her cue, she bent and tasted the head of the younger man’s cock. He whimpered, muttering something unintelligible, jerking his hips. Obviously he liked it, so she laved with more enthusiasm, loving every bite of his strawberry-cheesecake cock.

  “You taste so good,” she praised, licking his balls. “Delicious.”

  “Oh, God,” he moaned. “Lily…”

  “Yes, sweetheart?”

  But before he could answer, Jude ran a palm up the other man’s leg to the juncture of his thighs. “Let’s taste him together,” he suggested, tone husky.

  Jude dipped his head, suckling Liam’s balls while she took the sweet cock into her mouth, pulling harder now. The object of their attentions made helpless noises, thrashing his head back and forth on the pillow.

  “You two… if you don’t stop, it’s going to be over!”

  Jude lifted his head. “Well, we can’t have that. Damn, I wish we had a way to torture him for a while without allowing him to come.”

  “We do,” Lily said, loving the idea. “Wait here.”

  Hurrying to her room, she raided her stash of toys and quickly returned carrying several items. She laid them on the bed and pushed Liam’s chest when he tried to sit up and look. “No peeking.”

  “Does that go for me, too?” Jude asked.

  Liam rolled his eyes. “Man, that was lame.”

  “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

  “Jude, you’re going to help,” she said, placing a small leather strap in his palm. “Know what this is?”

  He fingered the item, mouth curving upward. “Yep. Want me to do the honors?”

  “By all means.”

  Jude lifted the other man’s balls, taking great care to wrap the leather strap behind them and around the base of his cock.

  “A-a cock ring? Oh, crap,” Liam groaned. But he spread his legs wider in a silent invitation for more.

  “We have to be sure you won’t come before we’re ready,” Lily said. “Now for the next little device. Lube?”

  Jude gestured to the nightstand and she removed it from the drawer, squirting a generous amount on the small butt plug in her hand. “Liam, raise your hips.”

  He did, and she parted his ass cheeks, nudging his hole with the tip of the plug. “Be a good boy and relax for me.”

  She began to push it into his channel.

  “Oh… oh, Jesus!”

  “Good?”

  “Y-yes!”

  “I wish I could see,” Jude pouted.

  “He’s beautiful, his skin flushed, body spread for us.” When the plug was seated to the base, she observed her work with satisfaction. “There. Two more finishing touches, and he’s ready.”

  “Two?” Liam croaked. “I’m gonna die!”

  “Shush,” she said, rolling his nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. “You’ll like this, I promise.”

  Once his nipples were coaxed to rigid peaks, she took a pair of small clamps connected by a length of thin chain and sprang the serrated teeth onto one.

  “Ah! Christ!” Liam writhed, pain giving way to pleasure.

  “One more.” She
snapped the second one into place, liking how his cry gave her a sense of power. “Liam, get up on your knees and hold out your wrists.”

  He obeyed and she grabbed a length of rope, wrapping it to bind his wrists together, then tying the other end around a spindle in the headboard. Addressing Jude, she eyed her handiwork.

  “He looks scrumptious, bound and filled, at our mercy.” She flicked the head of Liam’s penis. “He’s so hard, red and leaking. What shall we do with him now?”

  “Lily, spread more of the cheesecake on his cock.”

  Liam angled his head and watched, wide- eyed, as Lily reapplied the confection and Jude again sucked her fingers clean.

  “Now hand me the dessert and get underneath him, on your back,” Jude said.

  She pushed it across the bed to him until the edge of the plate touched his fingers. He smiled and scooped some as well.

  “Go ahead and sample more of our boy while I spread this all over your pussy.”

  Oh, yes! She positioned herself between Liam’s spread knees and swallowed his cock once more, loving his unfettered delight as he cursed, thrusting between her lips.

  Cool cream touched her heated flesh, oozed, sinfully naughty. “Let me see how you taste,” Jude said.

  When his lips nibbled her labia, tongue flicking out to lap her, she gasped around the shaft in her mouth. This was wicked, like nothing she’d ever done before. Liberating. Exciting.

  She renewed her efforts at sucking Liam as Jude did the same to her. The three of them writhed together, the temperature reaching the boiling point at warp speed. She was dripping wet now, in heat, pushing into Jude’s face as she devoured the hard cock, taking him down her throat again and again.

  “Jude… get inside her, please! I’m not gonna last much longer.”

  His friend obliged, leaving her for a moment, and she almost protested. A condom wrapper crinkled, and then Jude was there, shoving inside her. Deep and hard. Grasping her hips, he began to shaft her. He wasn’t gentle, and his actions set the tone.

  They fucked her, down and dirty, one man filling her mouth, the other her pussy. She was along for the ride, taking every forceful thrust, her cries of ecstasy muffled. Spiraling higher, losing control.