by Tara Rose
Knox released her mouth and trailed his tongue down her neck, over her collar bones, and finally fastened it on one nipple. Eve arched her hips toward his cock, silently begging him to fuck her, but he seemed more determined to torture her nipples with his teeth and tongue.
Phil moved off the bed and she watched him walk toward the dresser, wondering what he had in store for her. Then she remembered it was Thursday. She tried to wiggle out from underneath Knox but he had her pinned down with all his weight.
He lifted his head and grinned. “Did you think we’d forgotten?”
“Oh…that’s rotten. Devious, underhanded, and rotten. Sir.”
Both men chuckled. Phil walked toward the bed, his dick standing at attention. He held up the wooden paddle that he’d bought recently at Sassy Brassy. It was large enough to strike both cheeks at once, and it reminded Eve of fraternity paddles. It was also the toy he’d used for Eve’s Thursday spanking last week, which both men had participated in. While she loved it that Knox was now part of that ritual, it also meant she would receive double the swats.
“Devious or not, you know you’ve earned this,” said Knox.
“I know I have, Sir.”
“Then why is it underhanded, babe?” Phil perched on the bed next to her and slapped the paddle against his palm a few more times, just so Eve could hear the sound it made.
“Because it’s late. And we had dinner guests.” She was digging a deeper hole and she knew that.
“And you think that means what?” asked Knox, trailing his tongue over her abdomen. “That we should forego it this week?”
“Yes, Sir.” Words were becoming difficult now. When he began to lick her pussy and clit, she tangled her fingers in his hair and moaned. Phil leaned over and sucked her nipples, alternating them, and kneaded both breasts in his strong hands. Eve wondered if they’d simply fuck her and forget about the paddling tonight, although part of her did want the spanking.
Knox slipped two fingers into her pussy and Eve cried out as her climax drew near. “May I come, Sir?”
“Absolutely not.” Knox grinned in a way that only fueled her arousal. He’d come so far in two weeks that there were moments when she could hardly believe he was the same man who had shyly stared at her in the living room that first night. He even walked taller when they were out in town together, and she swore she noticed women who had never so much as glanced at him before checking him out.
Had she done this to him? Was this newfound confidence and dominance because of her? Eve’s heart soared at the possibility that she could not only give him this kind of pleasure but could also boost his ego. She was so in love with him. Should she say it?
Knox pulled out his fingers and Phil sat her up, pulling her to the edge of the bed. She didn’t need to be told what to do. While every nerve ending tingled with excitement, she draped herself over the edge of the bed and spread her legs shoulder-width apart. Phil touched her ass cheeks with the paddle, rubbing them with it, teasing her, until Eve was moaning and writhing on the bed. He loved to do this, and she knew that, but when he handed the paddle to Knox and he did the same thing, she cried out in frustration.
“You brought this on yourself, babe.”
“I know, Sarge.” Eve grabbed fistfuls of the comforter as Knox finally struck her with the paddle five times in a row, hard. It fucking hurt, but she also loved it. When his hands caressed her ass cheeks and she felt the tip of his slick cock brush against her ass crack, she moaned louder and arched her hips.
“I think we’ll change things up a bit tonight. What do you think, Phil?”
“Whatever makes you happy.”
“Eve makes me happy.” Knox nuzzled her neck, and then he straightened up again and spread her legs further apart. Shivers ran up and down Eve’s spine as he slid his dick into her pussy and fucked her slowly. It was crazy how fucking turned on she was by it. The slower he thrust, the closer her orgasm inched, and she honestly didn’t know if she could hold it off this time.
“Sir, please…I need to come.”
“Don’t do it.” His voice held a warning note, exactly as Phil’s often did, and once again Eve was amazed by the way she and Phil had brought out Knox’s inner Dom. She couldn’t imagine her life without both of them now.
He continued to fuck her, and when he finally pulled out, she let out the breath she was holding. If he wasn’t inside her, she’d be able to hold off the climax. Phil took the paddle from Knox and delivered five stinging blows to her ass cheeks in quick succession. Eve almost had to safeword. She bit her lip and then Phil caressed her ass the way Knox had done.
She thought they were done, but then Phil handed the paddle to Knox, and slid his cock into her pussy. He fucked her just as slowly as Knox had done, and when he reached under and began to tease her clit, she cried out again. “I can’t do this, Sarge. I can’t hold it back.” She could barely speak, let alone exercise the amount of self-control needed right now.
“That’s your problem.” His voice was filled with humor, and part of her loved this so much that it was difficult to process all the emotions rising to the surface. The need to please them both was just as strong as the desire to have them inside her, fucking her, and to have them paddle her sore ass. She wanted it all, from both men.
Eve was sweating by the time he finally pulled out. When Knox paddled her again, ten good hard swats this time, she moaned softly and floated away to her happy place where pain and pleasure were all mixed up. He fucked her again, and she fought with every ounce of willpower she had left not to come.
Phil gave her ten more hard swats as well, and now her ass was seriously on fire. When he slipped his dick inside her pussy and began to thrust, she was done. Her orgasm exploded, intense and prolonged. She screamed as the contractions rocked her entire body. The more he fucked her the harder she came. He didn’t say a word. He merely pulled out after long, luscious moments, and then walked over to the dresser.
Knox helped her sit up and gave her water to drink. Eve drank the entire bottle, and then she glanced at each man in turn, unable to hold back the tears. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.”
Knox pulled her into his arms and held her close, stroking her hair and back. “We’re not upset with you, beautiful Eve. We’re proud of you.”
“But I came.” She sobbed against his chest, wrapping her arms around his muscled torso.
“Yes, you did,” Phil sat on the edge of the bed and Knox released his embrace so that Phil could hold her, too. “But we’re still proud of you, Eve. You took thirty really hard swats with the new paddle.”
“Thank you, Sarge.” She swallowed hard as her tears began to subside, and then she looked at him and knew she was in very big trouble. “What are you going to do to me?” Her voice came out in a whisper. The grin on his face was enough to make her pussy contract again. When she glanced up at Knox and spotted a nearly identical grin on his face, she moaned.
“Your punishment spanking is over, Eve. But the fucking has just begun. Lie on your side.”
She did as Phil asked, and then watched him toss the bottle of lube and condoms on the bed. Phil positioned himself behind her and Knox knelt in front. “Am I being punished for coming with more fucking?” She tried to not to giggle, but her emotions were raw and she was so damn happy that she thought her heart would burst.
“No, but you’re going to have so many orgasms that next time you’ll think twice about letting go.”
Eve shivered at Knox’s words. She knew that no matter what happened the rest of her life, nothing would come close to being as incredible as her time in bed with both of these sexy, amazing men. She’d do anything they wanted for the rest of her life.
Chapter Sixteen
Eve moaned as Phil filled her asshole with lube. She heard him slip on a condom, and then he slid his dick into her anus. He fucked her slowly and gently, and she clung to the comforter with her fists as the familiar sensations washed over her. She assumed Knox was going to fu
ck her mouth, but instead he moved closer to her hips and lifted one leg. When she realized what he was going to do, she moaned louder.
He rubbed her clit until another climax began to build, and then he pushed his dick into her pussy. Nothing they’d done together up to that point had prepared her for this. It was the ultimate surrender, even going farther than anal sex did. The fullness was overwhelming and so emotional that she couldn’t pin a label on it. She didn’t want to. All she wanted to do was let it overtake her and consume her. She wanted these men to use her up and fuck her until she was completely sated and spent.
“This is fucking hot,” said Knox. “I like this best of all.”
“Me, too,” said Phil. “Babe, please tell me you like this.”
“Love it. Sarge.” She couldn’t even think.
“We’re making this part of every week,” said Phil. He pulled out, tore off his condom, and moved in front. Knox put on a condom and positioned himself behind her, and then he put more lube inside her before he slid his dick into her asshole. Phil slid his cock into her pussy, and this time the men thrust faster.
Phil played with her nipples while Knox reached around and massaged her clit, and when Eve’s climax washed over her, both men cried out in pleasure as they all rode the wave of her contractions. She thought they had come as well, but when both pulled out, she realized they were still hard.
She couldn’t even process the competing emotions any longer. She knew they’d changed places again, and she knew they were still paying attention to her nipples and her clit, but she drifted off to a place where everything was a fog of pleasure and intense sensations. She didn’t have to define it, or label it, or even try to capture it. All she had to do was let it wash over her and fill her with peace, exquisite pleasure, and the most amazing feeling of being one with both men.
She lost track of who was where, and how many times they changed places. She only knew that when she came a third time, the waves of passion were so strong that she nearly passed out. This time, she swore she felt them both shudder as they came inside her. They continued thrusting for what felt like long, delicious moments, and then both men pulled out and gathered her in their arms. Eve drifted off to sleep, fully sated and totally unable to do anything except lie there in perfect contentment.
* * * *
On Wednesday while Phil was at work, he answered a call from Nash. It was the day before Halloween, and even though he was buried in paperwork, he assumed Nash was calling about the party.
“You’re coming tomorrow night, right?”
“Of course. We’ll all be there. Did you think we wouldn’t be?”
“No one has heard from you two in weeks. We all thought you’d kidnapped Eve and left town.”
Phil smiled and leaned back in his chair as memories of the night before washed over him. Then he realized that none of their friends knew that Knox was now part of their threesome except Felicity, Kane, and Maverick, who apparently hadn’t said a word to anyone else. He needed to say something now so it didn’t embarrass Eve or make Knox uncomfortable tomorrow night. “The three of us will be there, Nash. Knox is coming, too.”
“Your cousin?”
“Yes. He lives with us now.” At least part-time, that was. They’d been discussing what do to about that because the garage was across town from the house, and none of them wanted to sell the home or suggest that Knox give up his auto detailing business. The garage and the apartment above it were all the property he owned.
“Oh? As in you’re helping him out which is why he now lives with you, or he’s a Dom to Eve as well and that’s why he lives with you?”
Phil chuckled. He loved the way Nash always got right to the point and wasn’t afraid to ask nosy questions. “The latter.”
“Cool. Congratulations. Did you tell him and Eve that it’s a costume party but masks are optional?”
And that was another thing he loved about Nash. No judgments. He simply accepted his friends at face value. “Yes, they know. Eve has it all figured out. She and Knox came up with a theme, and Rowena helped us put the costumes together. I think she and Van might make an appearance this year.”
“Sweet. I wish they would. They may not be in the lifestyle, but those two are part of us, you know?”
“I agree. They’re good friends. Do you need us to bring anything?”
“Just yourselves. See you tomorrow.”
Nash had been hosting this party for his regulars at Indulgence for five years now, and every year he refused to let anyone bring anything for it. He had all the money in the world but he acted like he didn’t give a shit about any of it.
Indulgence was free to get into, although he employed security and bouncers to keep out the troublemakers when the club was open for play. He gave to charities, and he threw lavish parties for his friends. Phil was really looking forward to the Halloween party this year because it would be the first time he was taking Eve. Last year, she hadn’t felt she was ready to walk into Indulgence, even for a party that would have nothing to do with BDSM play.
He was about to text her just to tell her that he loved her when Tommy walked in and perched on his desk. “You going tomorrow night?”
“Working,” said Tommy. “But I might try to stop in for a while.”
“What’s up?” Tommy never approached Phil in the squad room just to shoot the breeze.
Tommy flipped open his notebook and Phil’s stomach contracted. Hoping Tommy didn’t have more bad news that was connected to Clay Martin was probably useless at this point. No one had mentioned him since Tommy had come to tell him about the silver car, but something must have changed.
“Remember the silver Toyota?”
Phil nodded.
“Mason Ruiz just called me and swears he saw it parked at the abandoned ranger station on the north side of Passion Peak.”
Phil’s blood froze. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Phil.”
“How the fuck would anyone get that Corolla up there? There’s over three feet of snow on that slope by now.” Trace Coleman had been captured at that abandoned station last month. Jason Monroe, one of the men who used to be on Van’s crew, was Trace’s third cousin or something like that, and had helped him hide and evade the FBI. Until the day Kane, Maverick, and Felicity had gone hiking and accidentally found Trace’s not-so-secret hiding place, that is.
“I didn’t say Mason said he saw anyone driving it, only that it’s parked there.”
Phil knew that the Ruiz family lived in a village on the slope of the mountains. The entire police force did. They simply kept it quiet from the rest of the town because the Ruiz family preferred it that way. “Can I ask why Mason was near the abandoned ranger station?” Their village was at least half a mile west of there.
Tommy frowned. “No fucking clue, to be honest. Something about distant family members and old feuds. You know how they are. They keep their secrets close the vest.”
“Okay. So the car is there. Is Martin there, too?”
“Not right now. The rangers went up there but they said if anyone is living there, there’s no sign of it.”
“Did we impound the car?”
“Can’t get it down from the mountain right now. We’re trying to get the park system to let us use their Sno-Cat and haul it down, but they basically told me to take a number.”
Phil ran a hand over his face. “Well, I guess the upside of that is Martin can’t drive it either. Any reported stolen vehicles in town?”
Tommy shook his head. “Not yet.”
“Tommy, who the fuck would have taken it up there if not Martin? Are they sure he isn’t there?”
“If he is, he’s frozen in a pile of snow right now and we’ll find him in May or June. There’s no place else for him to hide up there, and he wouldn’t survive long in the woods in a tent unless he knows what he’s doing and has a lot of survival equipment with him.”
Phil nodded. “Okay. True. You’re right. But fuck. I don’t
like it. How long ago did he drive it up there? And if he didn’t, who did and why?”
“I wish I knew. But I wanted to tell you where the car is.”
Phil glanced around the station but no one was listening. He leaned closer, just the same, and lowered his voice. “We know for sure who owned the Toyota, right?”
“Yeah. I told you that.”
“Darrin used to drive one of those.”
Tommy shook his head. “No. Can’t be him. His was a year older and the owner of this one has no connection to anyone in this town. We checked it out.”
“I assume, then, that they got no DNA off the Grand Am or the victims?”
“Nothing. The prints they found in the apartment in Rawlins belonged to maintenance.”
“So we’re back to square one.”
Tommy rose. “Let’s not worry until we have something to worry about, okay?”
Before Phil could formulate a snarky comeback, Tommy had left the room. While he would love to agree with him, the realization that Martin had come back, and he had been at that ranger station at least once, came crashing down. But where the fuck was Martin now?
Phil brought up the file on Clay Martin and searched for any clue as to where he might be. He’d been over it dozens of times already, but one more look wouldn’t hurt. Did he have family in the area who might be hiding him? Was he known for having survival skills? Had he ever been a fucking Eagle Scout? If he was in the woods, he was either dead or knew how to survive in deep snow and cold temperatures. Phil didn’t like the idea that Martin could have been up there for the past three weeks, biding his time. He didn’t like it one bit. Everyone, including him, had assumed Clay Martin was gone for good. The fact that he’d found the road leading up to the station and could still be up in the woods bothered the crap out of Phil.