Kansas Nights [Kansas Heat 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenny Penn

  “—you know this town,” Jack cut in, stepping forward with every slowly drawn word. “That you knew Will and you’re smart enough to get worried when things get out of hand, aren’t you?”

  “I’m not worried,” Kathy rushed to assure him, not wanting either man to know of the butterflies beginning to twirl through her stomach. Despite her words, her feet shuffled backward, giving in to the instinctive need to retreat from Jack’s advance.

  “Sure you are,” Jack contradicted her, not looking the least bit pleased by his own assertion. “You’re a smart girl, Kathy, and a resourceful one. Smart enough to know when a plan’s gone awry and resourceful enough to use…whatever means necessary to cover your ass.”

  “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Realizing that he was talking about something else completely, Kathy knew when to be insulted. “You think I’m involved? Because let me tell you something, Mr. Crankyass, if you believe that, you are stupider than dumb!”

  “Or maybe I’m just not as blinded by a nice set of tits as you’d like me to be.”

  “Ha!” Kathy matched Jack’s arrogant snarl with a dismissive shout that carried her forward with her rising indignation. “What about last night? Or have you forgotten, Mr. DEA Agent, that you sold the candy store for a taste of these.”

  “Oh, sweetness,” Collin groaned, his gaze fixed on the puckered tips she proudly thrust outward. “You really shouldn’t be flaunting those perky tits unless you intend to offer up that wet pussy along with them.”

  “Fine,” Kathy snapped, not even pausing to consider her actions. Jerking her sodden panties right off, she slapped them against Collin’s chest. “There you go. You can try as hard as you want to fuck the guilty confessions out of me, but you won’t get shit! Because I’m innocent.”

  “You don’t look it,” Collin assured her, clearly enjoying his long, slow perusal of her body. “Come on over here, sweetness, and let me see if you blush like a good girl should.”

  Kathy slapped away the hand he tried to lasso around her wrist, escaping by backing quickly away. She might have agreed to let them try to fuck her into submission, but she still didn’t know if she actually meant it. Even if she did, her temper dictated that she make their job as difficult as possible.

  “And what does it say about you, Collin, that you’re willing to stick your dick into a murderer? Because that’s what Crankyass over there is accusing me of.”

  “I didn’t accuse you of anything,” Jack snapped at that bait. “But I can’t afford the luxury of assuming you’re telling me the truth. I need proof, proof I can take back to my superiors because shockingly they now think you’re making a move on me to get insider information.

  “Apparently, they think you’re working for Will’s accomplice.” Jack paused, his lips tipping up slightly as he clearly enjoyed adding on an insult. “I tried to tell them that you were just a ditz with a nice rack who thought she was Nancy Drew, but they need proof.”

  “Oh, do they?” Kathy stepped back, pushed beyond her limit by his superior attitude. “And I assume they’re out there watching right now, waiting for their proof.”

  That brought a quick frown to Jack’s features before he shrugged it off. “There’s probably somebody out there watching, but—”

  “Well then—” Kathy shoved Jack out of her way as she began her determined march toward the back door. “Let’s go give them their proof.”

  Behind her Collin tsked Jack as he did what he did best—gloated. “Dude, man, you pissed off the naked lady.”

  “Shut up, Collin.” Jack sounded close, his footsteps beating a heavy thump right behind her.

  “I’m just saying,” Collin called out as Kathy wrenched open the back door. “I had her wet and begging. You got her about ready to flash the whole neighborhood. If you step out of that door, sweetness, I’m going to take that to mean you’re an exhibitionist, and you don’t want to know what kind of fun I’ve been waiting to have with one of those.”

  Kathy paused, to glance back over at Collin, recognizing his satisfied tone for what it was. The man was daring her and already plotting how to escalate the situation. Now she had to go out that door. With one brave step she made it over the threshold and not a foot more before Jack latched onto her.

  “Enough!” Grasping her by the waist, Jack picked her right off her feet with that command. “You want an audience while I interrogate you, fine. You already have one.”

  Taking only half the steps she’d needed to cross the kitchen, Jack dumped her back on her feet right between Collin’s legs. A thick arm looped around her waist, pulling her back down onto his lap. Before she could even think of a response to Jack’s highhandedness, Kathy found herself back in the very position she’d started, with one of Collin’s hands buried between her legs while his erection pressed between the cheeks of her ass from behind. Only this time, Jack watched as Collin’s fingers slipped between the plump folds of her pussy.

  “Now,” Collin breathed out, strumming his thumb over her clit. “Where were we?”

  Nowhere Kathy had ever been. Overwhelmed by the lust-tinged waves of aggression thickening all around her, Kathy found herself caught between two of the largest, hardest, most drop-dead gorgeous men she’d ever met. She didn’t remember to object or fight or even answer Jack’s accusation as Collin began to stroke her pussy back into a fevered pitch of longing.

  “Oh, yes. You were about to tell me about Benny George.”

  “Benny?” Jack repeated the name, directing a hard look over her shoulder at Collin. Before he could answer, Kathy told him all he needed to know.

  “Is just as innocent as I am.”

  Kathy gasped out that assurance, fighting for her breath as Collin began feathering butterfly kisses across her nipples. The man was pure evil and way too talented with those damn fingers of his. The wicked tips of his fingers traced the slick line of cream flowing from her spasming pussy all the way down to where it puddled, dampening his jeans and lubricating the clenched opening of her ass.

  “You can either tell us what you and Benny George talked about or I can devour this sweet meat right here.” Collin fed a knuckle’s worth of his thick finger into her ass, leaving no doubt to what he was referring to.

  Kathy wasn’t a virgin in any regard, but hadn’t found ass fucking to be worth repeating. In fact, it had been unpleasant enough for her to squirm at the very feel of Collin’s finger stretching her muscles. Groaning over the friction her small motions caused, Kathy couldn’t deny the pleasure that streaked through her any more than she could the nervousness still holding her muscles tense. Not that she’d allow either emotion to show as she answered Collin.

  “We talked about the stupidity of cops.” Kathy not only dared to taunt them, but brazenly offered a smug smile with that statement.

  “What about the stupidity of pissing off a bunch of cops?” Jack snapped back instantly, clearly not amused. “Did you ever discuss that?”

  “Nope.” Kathy forced her grin wider even as her nails bit deeper into her palm. “That never came up.”

  In retaliation for her insolence, Collin stretched her ass wider around a second blunt fingertip. The sharp twinge of her muscles being forced wide didn’t diminish the sudden flare of delight that seared through her. A responding bolt of pleasure spasmed through her pussy as Collin’s other hand came up to boldly cup her cunt. He pressed down hard, splitting her slit open and leaving the sensitive nub of her clit vulnerable to the hard, grinding caress of his palm.

  “What was that?” Collin asked, not sounding the least bit overwhelmed by lust.

  As much as Kathy would have liked to respond with a sharp retort, all she could do was moan as he pumped his fingers deeper into the clenched channel of her ass. The slow stroking set afire nerve endings Kathy hadn’t known she had. The flames licked outward, making her ass burn even as her pussy convulsed with molten want.

  “Oh, sweet meat, you moan so pretty.” Soft and velvety, Collin’s tong
ue traced a shiver up her neck to wash her ear in the husky heat of his breath. “I bet you beg exquisitely.”

  The pleasure consuming her momentarily deprived Kathy of the ability to think, much less speak. That fact didn’t go unnoticed by Jack, who directed his ire over Kathy’s shoulder to his partner.

  “I want answers, Collin. You can make her scream afterward, but until then I need her coherent.”

  “I guess you get a reprieve.” Collin sounded truly disappointed as he settled back into his seat. “But not for long. Now go on and give Jack his answers before he sees the wisdom of taking you up on your offer to fuck them out of you.”

  Instead of lashing back with the sharp retort that example of male arrogance deserved, Kathy bit her lower lip and whimpered as her whole body shuddered at the pleasure his retreating fingers treated her to. Pressing into the tender walls of her tight channel, Collin dragged his fingers out of her ass slowly enough to have her wishing for more before they popped free.

  Thankfully his other hand didn’t abandon the heated folds of her cunt. Maddeningly, though, Collin lightened his touch until just the tips of his fingers brushed in a whisper-soft caress along her creaming slit. Occasionally, one blunt tip would catch on the opening of her spasming pussy, teasing her with a slight press and hint at what was to come. Kathy’s thighs tightened around his hand, her hips lifting in a silent plea for a deeper caress.

  All her wantonness earned her was a husky chuckle. Collin toyed with her, leaving her strung out on the same tightwire he’d had her dancing on while she fed him. It went to prove that despite his smiles, he was every bit as dangerous as the pissed-off DEA agent glaring down at her. Collin was certainly as single-minded as his partner.

  “Now what was it you and Benny discussed?” Collin asked, doggedly perusing that single line of questioning.

  Swallowing the broken pleas that bubbled up, Kathy tried to focus past the painful need beginning to grip her. She needed an answer that would bring an end to this torment, but one that wouldn’t betray Benny.

  “Benny doesn’t know squat.” That was the best she could come up with, considering that it was both true and a lie. “Even if he did, he wouldn’t tell me given he’d already heard the rumors that I’m associating with the law.”

  “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jack stiffened up instantly as Kathy suddenly realized the error in her words.

  “It doesn’t mean I told him you were a damn DEA agent, that’s for sure.” The alarm ringing through her doused her rioting libido as nothing else could, though it didn’t make her words any more measured. Fear had her mouth running on its own steam as Kathy’s natural instinct to attack kicked in.

  “Benny’s smart enough to figure out somebody on Amanda’s security detail is a Fed all on his own, which makes two of us local hicks more than capable of reasoning through your simple-minded plan.”

  Moving with a speed that left Kathy gasping, Jack latched onto her arms and pulled her from Collin’s lap. He dangled her effortlessly well over a foot off the floor, bringing her nose to nose with him. This close, Kathy could clearly see the violent sparks flickering in his eyes as they drilled into hers and could feel the heated wash of his breath over her cheeks as he snarled.

  “Now you listen here, lady. I’ve had enough of your games. You’re interfering in an ongoing investigation. If you don’t want to spend the next several years learning how to hammer out license plates, I suggest you start answering my questions.”

  Jack’s eyebrows actually quivered with his rage. While Kathy knew all about red-faced and vein-bulging rage, she’d never pushed a man so far his damn hair trembled with the force of his anger. Jack looked ready to take her head clean off if she so much as dared to disagree with him.

  “Do they really do that?” Kathy couldn’t stop herself. She just had to know what would happen when Jack finally broke down and shed every last bit of civility. “I mean, prisoners, do they make license plates?”

  “You’re about to find out.”

  “I don’t think so.” Kathy smiled, both pleased and disappointed that he’d been bluffing. “I think you’re going to put me down, officer, before I have to report you for manhandling…assault, sexual harassment. I’m sure one of those commission-based lawyers will think of all sorts of things to charge your ass with if you don’t get it out of my kitchen!”

  “Fine.”

  Kathy didn’t even have a chance to shriek before Jack’s hard shoulder pounded the air out of her stomach. From upside down, she watched as her living room disappeared under his heels. More ominously, a second pair of black boots followed them all the way to the bedroom. The idea of what came next filled Kathy with enough nervous excitement to keep her from cussing them out. Offering no objections as Jack dropped her onto the mattress, she simply rolled right off the opposite edge, buying herself that much distance to figure out what to do. Too busy with turning on Collin, Jack didn’t try to stop her.

  “Not this time.” Jack’s palm smacked right into the center of Collin’s chest, holding him back at the door.

  “No way.” Collin shoved Jack’s hand back, taking a determined step forward. “I’m not going to go sit in the car and play with myself.”

  “Oh, let him stay,” Kathy called out, daring to voice her opinion. Knowing it was wrong and unwise at every level, she still couldn’t stop herself from antagonizing Jack. “Besides, he’s more fun than you.”

  “What did you just say?” Jack turned on her with such lethal quickness he had Kathy regretting her impulsive words.

  “If I had to pick between the two of you, I’d go with Collin. He looks more ready than you.” Even as she tried to explain away her rash comments, Kathy’s gaze settled on the enormous bulge in Jack’s jeans. “Well, maybe more willing.”

  “Too bad you don’t get to make that call,” Jack snapped. Kathy didn’t have a clue what was going through Jack’s mind, but it dawned on her that she ought to be scared. Strangely, though, she wasn’t.

  * * * *

  Jack knew that stubborn look. Kathy didn’t feel like being an adult and cooperating, and that suited him just fine. Turning, he pinned Collin with a pointed look, hoping for once his old friend wouldn’t give him any grief. “Get a chair. You can stay, but you better remember this is my interrogation.”

  “I know. I know. I’m not part of the team.” Collin rolled his eyes. “But if I was, I’d be forced to remind you that this isn’t a legal interrogation and you could be jeopardizing the entire case.”

  “Don’t start, Collin,” Jack growled. “I don’t want to hear it.”

  Then Jack might have to do something about it, like changes his plans. Jack didn’t have the patience to even consider that option. The primitive urges driving him to make Kathy submit and heed his commands were too raw and poignant to be denied. He wanted to give in to them, to relish and enjoy where they led. Reason and obligations would only ruin the moment.

  “Sure, I won’t point out that this isn’t an approved technique, or that you’re actually pushing things too far. That would just be rude,” Collin taunted him.

  “I don’t care!” Jack spat, unable to avoid the truth even if he didn’t want to confront it. “Damnit, Collin! Why you got to ruin this? It wasn’t like I was planning on touching her until after she confessed. I was going to let you do all the fondling until then.”

  “But you wanted to play the director.” Clearly Collin didn’t want to let Jack have even that much fun. “That still makes you involved and this interrogation illegal. Maybe you ought to go wait out in the car. You can hear everything you need to when I make my report.”

  “No way in hell am I backing down.” Jack meant it.

  “It could cost you your career,” Collin warned him.

  “So be it.” It was a snap decision, one made under the duress from the pain in his balls. Jack had never felt such an intense ache and knew there was no way he could walk out of this room and suffer through it. He couldn’t. H
e needed Kathy, needed her with a desperation Jack was beginning to realize might never diminish. That weakness only fed his drive to see her submit.

  Not interested in arguing with Collin any longer, Jack turned to confront Kathy, only to find the bedroom empty. “Fuck.”

  Chapter 14

  “Don’t you need a partner to do that with?”

  Shooting Collin a dirty look for that one, Jack strode toward the closest door. It turned out to be a closet stuffed so full that Kathy couldn’t have hid in it even if she tried. He didn’t have to guess what the second door led to given the door was already open. He could see the tiles and knew it was a bathroom. What was unexpected was the second door in the bathroom that led back out to the hall.

  Collin snickered as Jack tracked through the bathroom and came out behind him. “I guess the little darling wants to play a game of hide-and-seek, so now the only question is what are you going to do?”

  Tan her ass once he found her, but Jack kept that answer to himself, not wanting to give the little darling any warning. Instead he met Collin’s amused gaze with his own steady one. “Go get that chair, Collin, and you can have a front-row seat.”

  Stepping back into the bathroom, he locked the door before he crossed over into Kathy’s bedroom. He headed for the closet despite knowing he wouldn’t find Kathy there. What he did find was the collection of scarves he’d seen hanging on the back of the door. While he selected the five best from the bunch, Collin dragged in the largest chair from the living room. It still looked too small to fit his frame comfortably. That was Collin’s problem.

  Jack left him to deal with it, focusing instead on searching through Kathy’s dresser drawers. He found what he wanted hidden beneath the piles of underwear. It didn’t shock Jack either that Kathy’s selection of sex toys didn’t vary more than a dildo and a vibrator, but it did kind of depress him. He could have really used a set of clamps and a whip.