I Spy a Wicked Sin

by Jo Davis

  “Fuck!”

  Liam spun and ran. Faster than he’d ever run, for the front door. The man huffed behind him, gaining. Just as his hand reached the knob, the club slammed into the back of his head with a sickening crack. Pain exploded in his brain and he fell, the man grabbing him. Throwing him to the tile, the cell phone skittering away.

  Liam cried out and scrambled on his hands and knees, panic-stricken, trying to escape. But the brute was on him again, a knee in his back pinning him down. He grabbed Liam’s hair and smashed his head into the hard floor once. Twice.

  Through a haze, Liam saw blood splattering on white marble. His blood. He fought, but the man had him down, delivering several blows to his back. Each one agony, radiating through his entire body.

  “Please, stop! I have money! Please-”

  “This isn’t about money,” the man growled. “It’s about teaching someone a lesson. Sorry, kid.”

  “What? Why?”

  The knee moved to his back, and a cord wrapped around his neck. Strong hands yanked backward, tightening the cord, digging into his throat. Cutting off his air.

  Can’t breathe. Oh, God, no. Help me.

  I don’t want to die.

  Gazing across the tile, he saw the crimson pool widen around his head, spreading outward. Felt his body relax, weightless, the pain fading.

  Then his vision faded, too. Soft blackness enveloped him, carried him away from the horror. Away from the murderer, the pounding, someone yelling the word police.

  Too late.

  Jude.

  Dev… Geneva…

  Don’t forget me.

  I love you.

  Eleven

  Lily and Jude were ushered into the Sinclairs’ living room, which Lily was amazed to find even more elegant than Jude’s. Done in sleek contemporary with plump white sofas and chairs, tons of glass, and priceless art, it was somewhat aloof for Lily’s taste. But it was no less mind-boggling.

  The best feature was the huge glass see- through fireplace separating the living room from another room, perhaps a den or study. Too bad the weather was too warm to enjoy the ambience.

  Devon lit a few candles instead, bathing the room in a seductive glow, then walked to the wide wet bar. “Nightcap, anyone?”

  “Chardonnay for me, darling.” Geneva kicked off her heels and lowered herself to one of the sofas. “Jude, come sit with me and get comfortable.”

  Using his cane, Jude joined her, obviously familiar with their layout, yet moving carefully, as though he hadn’t visited in a while. “Bourbon and Coke for me.”

  “I’ll have the same as Geneva.” Lily parked on the smaller sofa that was positioned to form an L shape with the other, a square glass coffee table in the center.

  While Devon prepared the drinks, Lily watched, fascinated, as Geneva curled against Jude, already making her move. The other woman began to loosen his tie, kissing his jaw.

  “You’re entirely too dressed, handsome.”

  “Not for long if you have your way, I’ll bet.” One of his arms went around her, skimming her spine through the thin material of her dress.

  “You know me well. We’ve missed you.”

  “The feeling is mutual.”

  She slid the tie from around his neck and tossed it to the coffee table. His jacket went next, which she draped over the arm of the sofa. Then she started on the buttons of his shirt.

  Devon placed the two glasses of wine on the table, his lips tilting up. “The poor man just arrived and you’re already devouring him?”

  “I’m hungry for dessert,” she said, parting Jude’s shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. She rubbed his chest, plucked at his nipples. When she reached for the buckle on his pants, he made a sound of approval and relaxed, spreading for her.

  Lily was mesmerized, hardly aware of Devon returning with the bourbon and colas and settling beside her. A muscular arm went around Lily’s shoulders, his breath hot on her neck.

  “Have you seen Jude fuck another woman?” he asked softly, kissing the shell of her ear.

  “Yes, one of his models in his suite.” She shivered, knowing she’d just admitted to spying on Jude. But from his groan of approval, he didn’t mind. Then again, Jude had practically invited her to watch.

  “And how did that make you feel, pretty Lily?”

  “I-I burned. It made me…” God, she couldn’t think.

  “Wet?” Devon unbuttoned her blouse slowly. “Did it make your pussy ache, your body long to be with them?”

  “Yes.” Her blouse parted, and he cupped one of her breasts, grazing the nipple with his thumb.

  “Watch them, Lily,” he murmured. “See how explosive they are together. It’s liberating, isn’t it, being a part of Jude’s world? Your every wicked fantasy will be realized, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

  While Devon played with her nipples, Geneva lifted Jude’s cock and balls from his pants. The redhead pulled the pants off his hips and down his legs as he sat exposed, acquiescent to her wishes. His heavy genitals plumped on the sofa, his erection stiff, the whole package making an exclamation point.

  Geneva knelt between his thighs and licked the tip, swirling it and making her lover’s hips jerk. She sucked the cap, then inched him deeper, fondling his balls as he rested his head on the back of the sofa, apparently in heaven.

  Devon ’s hand slid under Lily’s short dress, finding her mound. With a whimper she spread, giving him access, her senses quickly becoming overwhelmed by the couple’s skilled seduction. He stroked and petted her pussy, keeping her on edge but not allowing her to go over.

  “Keep watching. I want you primed for me,” Devon said, blue eyes glittering.

  Lord, the man was gorgeous with his blond hair artfully spiked, long dusky lashes, full kissable lips. She wanted him so much. But the other couple captured her attention again, sending her blood pressure higher.

  Geneva deep-throated Jude, swallowing him again and again, slurping noisily. Just before he lost control, she pulled off, leaving him flushed and desperate, his erection almost purple with need. But he didn’t have to suffer for long.

  “Condom?”

  “Pants pocket,” Jude said hoarsely.

  She expedited the matter efficiently, rolling the condom down onto his shaft. Standing, she shed her black dress and straddled his lap, grabbed the base of his penis, brought the head to her entrance.

  “Yes,” Devon hissed.

  Lily groaned with them as the lovely woman sank onto his cock. Everything about the couple was beautiful: her pale, slender limbs, her spine arching, glorious red hair cascading to her ass. Jude’s cock impaling her, fingers gripping her slender waist, his sexy face etched with desire.

  “ Devon, please,” Lily begged.

  “Not yet. Soon.”

  Jude held his lover firm, fucking her, cock disappearing and withdrawing. “Always so good, honey. Ahh, yes, give me your sweet pussy.”

  She did, raising and lowering herself, increasing the tempo of their strokes until she was bouncing on his lap. Helpless noises of pleasure escaped from them both as they fucked with abandon, flesh slapping.

  “Gonna come,” Jude panted. “Come with me.”

  Two more thrusts and he stiffened, shouting his release. Geneva ground onto his cock, crying out with her orgasm, and they trembled together, Jude making several more quick pumps into her, milking the rest.

  “Now, Lily. Come over here,” Devon said, taking her hand. He pulled her up and led her to a thick rug in front of the fireplace. Candles glowed on the hearth, making the scene inviting.

  Her body was on fire as he pulled the dress over her head and studied her in bold admiration. Then he guided her to lie on the rug and parted her legs, lying between them on his stomach.

  Sure fingers exposed her, baring her to his tongue. He used it expertly, slipping it into her channel, lapping every inch he could reach.

  “Oh, yes,” Lily said, unfurling for him. “Like that. Don’t stop.”


  Turning her head in a daze, she saw Jude and Geneva kissing, his cock still buried within her. Lily felt hot, so hot she might melt in her skin.

  “What do you want?” Devon asked, gazing up at her with a sly smile.

  “What?”

  “You’re still watching them. Tell me-us-what you want.” He gestured to his wife and Jude. “What’s the point in being a foursome if you don’t explore?”

  “I-I-”

  “Tell me, Lily.”

  “I want them to come over here. I…”

  “Yes?” His tone was patient, encouraging.

  “I want to be devoured,” she whispered.

  Devon ’s eyes flashed dark with arousal. “You want three mouths worshipping your body? Taking you somewhere you’ve never dared?”

  “Yes.” She was going to combust. “Then I want you to fuck me hard.”

  “Good girl. Geneva?”

  “We heard, darling. Here we come, pun intended.”

  Geneva led Jude over, situating him on one side of Lily, herself on the other. Devon ’s low voice set the tone for the scene.

  “Lily, raise your arms above your head and cross them at your wrists, as though you’re tied,” he said. “It’s an act of trust, of giving up all control to us. We won’t do anything to hurt you and will bring you only pleasure. But we are going to ravish you, do anything we please to your delicious body, and you’re going to surrender completely. Do you understand?”

  “Y-yes!” Just the simple act of positioning her arms that way made her feel more vulnerable than she’d ever been.

  Geneva stretched out beside her, cupping one of Lily’s breasts, gently rolling the nipple in her fingers. “She’s lovely, Dev. All spread for us.”

  “So hot,” Jude agreed, skimming her stomach. He bent to her, kissing and nibbling.

  Devon returned to his mission of eating her pussy and suddenly, three mouths were indeed making a feast of her. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to them, let the tide sweep her away. Jude was right-in some instances, not being able to see heightened the other senses. Every touch, kiss, and caress felt so big. So much more.

  Twin mouths suckled each of her nipples, greedy. Her clit pulsed in time to the manipulations of tongue and lips. She was nothing now except a mass of erogenous zones being tasted, a banquet. A carnal sacrifice.

  Just as she began to unravel, the lips feasting on her pussy disappeared. She made a sound of protest and in seconds, her bottom was hoisted upward in strong hands. The blunt head of a cock found her entrance and she opened her eyes to see Devon crouched there, expression filled with lust. Sexy as the devil.

  He pulled her forward, speared her deeply, in one smooth thrust.

  Lily pushed onto him, frantic. “Oh, yes!”

  “Hard and fast?”

  “Fuck me into the floor,” she begged.

  She didn’t have to ask twice. Holding tight, he pumped into her, gave her all he had. He pounded into her, driving her wild, and she met him stroke for stroke.

  As she reached the pinnacle, the pair working her nipples swooped on her mouth, claiming it in a three-way kiss. Tongues teasing, playing.

  Lily’s orgasm detonated and she bucked, flying high, riding wave after wave of pure molten flame. Her descent to reality was gradual and she lay gasping, becoming aware of three grinning faces surrounding her.

  “Well,” she said with a shaky laugh. “You guys sure know how to devour a girl.”

  They all laughed as well and Devon said, “You made a request and we aim to please.”

  “Which you do quite marvelously,” she praised, sitting up.

  Devon winked. “Thank you. What shall we do now? Enjoy our nightcap and perhaps recuperate for round two?”

  “I’m easy,” Jude quipped.

  Geneva patted his arm. “We know.”

  Jude opened his mouth to reply, but cocked his head. “What’s that?”

  “Don’t hear anything,” Devon said, then paused. “Oh, wait, I do. Someone’s cell phone. I think it’s coming from Jude’s clothes.”

  “I’ll get it.” Geneva got up and walked to the sofa, fishing in Jude’s shirt pocket. Retrieving the phone, she came back and pressed it into his hand.

  “Thanks.” Jude flipped the device open. “Hello? Yes. Who is this?”

  Time crawled to a stop as everyone watched the satisfied, happy light die, his face turning ghost white as he answered some questions, listened.

  “Oh, God, no.”

  The bottom dropped out of Lily’s stomach.

  ***

  Jude answered the phone, expecting anyone on earth besides the man who greeted him in a somber tone.

  “Is this Jude St. Laurent?”

  “Yes. Who is this?”

  “Mr. St. Laurent, my name is Detective Dan Phillips. Do you own the home at 5573 Cherrywood Lane?”

  “I do.”

  “And you have a young man by the name of Liam O’Neil living in your home; is that correct?”

  He hesitated, taken completely off guard. “That’s right. What is this about?”

  “Mr. St. Laurent,” the detective began, voice sympathetic, “you were listed as the emergency contact in Mr. O’Neil’s wallet. I’m very sorry to inform you of a break-in that occurred at your residence tonight. Mr. O’Neil was attacked by the intruder, but managed to call 911. He was taken to the hospital but-”

  “Oh, God, no.” Jude felt light- headed, the blood drained from his head into the floor. “How is he? Please tell me he’s all right.”

  He heard Lily and his friends rise and move toward him.

  “I’m sorry, sir, but I honestly don’t know. I’m still at your residence with some other officers, trying to piece together what happened.”

  Which meant Liam wasn’t able to tell them. Panic clawed at his heart, a knot of fear in his throat. “Where was he found? What did this bastard do to him?”

  “All I know is the responding officers found him lying facedown in the foyer, and the assailant had already fled. The paramedics took your friend away soon after. I wish I could tell you more, but the hospital will be able to provide you with the answers on his condition.”

  The detective was hedging. Didn’t want to tell him how bad Liam was hurt.

  What if…

  No. Liam wasn’t dead. He would not accept that.

  “Thank you, Detective,” he heard himself say from a distance. “Do what you need to at the house. I’m sure you or your officers will talk to me and Liam, eventually. I’ll be at the hospital and I want a full report of exactly what happened tonight.”

  “I’ll come by as soon as I wrap up here.”

  Jude hung up and stood, trying to think what to do next. “Lily, get dressed. We have to go.”

  She grabbed his hand. “What’s happened?”

  “Someone broke into the house tonight and attacked Liam,” he said, voice cracking. He clutched his head, barely registering Geneva ’s horrified gasp, panic threatening to overwhelm him. “The police won’t even tell me if he’s okay.”

  “Oh, honey,” Lily breathed. “We’ll go to him, fast as we can. I’m sure he’s fine.”

  “Here’re your clothes,” Geneva said, pressing them into his hands. Tears were evident in her voice. “We’re going with you.”

  “Damned straight.” Devon ’s voice, strained. “Let’s hurry.”

  Jude opened his mouth. Couldn’t speak for the giant lump in his windpipe.

  Lily helped him dress, sliding the shirt onto his shoulders, holding out his pants. Clothing rustled, everyone deadly silent.

  He left his shirt untucked, slid his feet into his shoes. Someone handed him his jacket, tie, and cane; then Lily dragged him out the door, holding his hand.

  All four of them jumped into the limo and Jude gave the driver the name of the hospital closest to his house, praying it was the correct one. He’d been too upset to ask.

  The ride seemed to take hours. Jude left everything in the limo except
his cane and Lily led him into what he assumed was the emergency room.

  “Liam O’Neil,” she barked with authority. “Was he brought in here?”

  “And you all are?” The receptionist-Jude assumed-sounded bored.

  Lily didn’t hesitate to lie, her voice cool and firm. “Family. We’re his sisters. These are our husbands.”

  “Oh, let me see what I can find out.”

  Footsteps receded. Jude clung to Lily’s hand, quietly going out of his mind. Liam had seemed so sad earlier when they left. What-ifs thrummed in his head, each one a blow to his stomach.

  What if they hadn’t left Liam alone?

  What if they’d taken him along?

  What if he died?

  Devon ’s voice, rife with grief and self- recrimination, broke into his bouncing thoughts. Soft, but not far enough away to keep Jude from overhearing.

  “What have I done? I took him for granted and now, because of my selfishness, he may never know-”

  “Shh,” Geneva whispered. “Don’t do this to yourself. He’ll know, honey.”

  “Not if we don’t get the chance to tell him! My God, Geneva, I love him as much as you do,” he rasped. “He has to be all right.”

  What the-oh.

  His friends had fallen in love with Liam-and obviously Dev had been the one greatly conflicted about the fact. Falling for one of their toys was a huge no-can-do in his friend’s rule book. Until now. When the hell had this happened?

  And Liam feels the same. No wonder he hasn’t been himself, especially tonight, watching me and Lily usurp his place.

  Jude chose not to comment. What could he say at the moment? The couple already felt bad enough. After ten minutes-twenty?-the receptionist returned, betraying no hint of whether to expect good news or bad.

  “The doctor will be with you shortly.”

  At least they knew Liam was here. Being treated. That had to be good news, right?

  Lily’s small hand pressed against his chest. “Calm down or you’re going to bring on one of your migraines. And if that happens, you won’t be any comfort to Liam. He’s been through a terrible ordeal and he’s going to need all of you.”

  Jude took several deep breaths, tried to do as she asked. “You’re right. It’s just so hard not to lose it,” he said, pulling her into his arms. She rested her head in the crook of his shoulder, hugging his waist. They remained like that a while, holding each other, seeking solace, giving it in return.