Jordan, Olivia - Taletha's Salsa Sweethearts [Studio Seductions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Olivia Jordan

  She smiled at Adam. “Now it’s time for me to move.” She started to thrust, first down on Adam’s cock, then back up into Morris’s. She grinned as Adam strained against his restraints.

  “I want to touch you,” he whined. “No, I need to touch you. I need to touch you right now.”

  “You’re just going to have to wait until I get off,” Taletha said with a wicked grin. Then she closed her eyes and gasped as Morris reached up with one hand and started teasing a nipple. Taletha used it as an impetus to start playing with Adam’s chest and arms, scratching at the skin and making him squirm.

  “Neither of you gets to come until I’ve gone first,” she gasped, not sure how long she’d actually be able to hold on as she pounded both men in and out of her.

  “Not fair,” Adam moaned. “I don’t–I don’t know if I can hold back.”

  Taletha was about to tease him in his bound condition when she suddenly felt Morris’s teeth nip at her shoulder.

  “No cheating,” she gasped as her body started to burn with electricity.

  “I’m not cheating. I’m just having fun.” This time, Morris sunk his teeth even deeper into her flesh. Taletha’s body exploded in a burst of heat. She sped up her thrusting even faster, trying to keep up with the pace of the pleasure that surged through every nerve. As her speed increased, she knew both Adam and Morris were goners. There was no way their bodies could resist. Just as she finished peaking, they both groaned at the same time, thrusting their hips even harder against her.

  Taletha struggled not to collapse as Morris carefully pulled away. Once she slid off of Adam and unbound his wrists and slid the butt plug out of Morris’s trembling body, she flopped between them and gulped air, trying to control her frenetic heart rate.

  “I love you both,” she murmured.

  “I love you, too,” Adam said.

  Morris smiled. “No doubt about it.”

  “I’m hungry again.”

  “After the workout we just had? I think we’re all hungry.”

  “Someone else has to get the pizza in the fridge. My legs are shaking too hard.”

  “I’ll go,” Morris offered.

  “Hurry back,” Taletha said, a mock sternness in her voice. Then, her expression softened. “It’s not the same without you.”

  Chapter Eight

  They woke to the sound of breaking glass. The first thing Adam thought when he heard the smash and the sound of tinkling shards hitting the pavement was, Whatever’s going on, it’s way too early.

  “What the hell?” Taletha murmured, trying to wake up.

  Adam continued to struggle with his senses in the wake of the disorientation. Taletha’s bed was big, though not quite designed for three people. Still, while the three of them together made for a cozy fit, none of them could deny how comfortable it was to all be curled up together after a night of passion. But for Adam, something was really wrong. He fought with all of his might to fight the lethargy and warmth that surrounded his still-exhausted body and mind.

  “Shhh, just go back to sleep,” Morris whispered. “It’s probably nothing.”

  “No, no it isn’t,” Adam said, jumping out of bed and stumbling to the window. He’d suddenly realized what had been poking at the edges of his consciousness from the moment that the sound had ripped through his dreams. Throwing back the curtain, Adam’s face fell as his worst fears were confirmed. His car’s windshield had been smashed in, and both of the side view mirrors were completely gone. “That’s my car alarm, and—” He started getting dressed before he even finished the sentence

  “Are you sure it’s yours?” Morris asked with a yawn.

  “Those are my plates. Surrounded by a lot of broken glass, I might add.”

  The other two were out of bed in a flash, pulling on clothes and following Adam outside. The cold morning air was an unpleasant sensation after the warmth of blankets and skin, and they all shivered as they inspected the damage. Looking around, he found the lot devoid of other people. His heart sank when he realized the perpetrator was probably already too far away to track down.

  “Shit. What the hell happened?”

  “I’ll call a tow truck,” Taletha said, and turned to run back inside.

  “Who would do this?” Morris asked.

  “I hope it was some freak accident,” Adam said, knowing full well that it wasn’t. “I’d hate to have to make an enemy first thing in the morning.

  “Excuse me, gentlemen, but do you happen to know this woman?” A security guard walked up, dragging Emily behind him. Another security guard trailed a few feet back, holding a crowbar.

  “As a matter of fact, we do,” Adam said. “And she’s not exactly a friendly face.”

  “We think she might have something to do with this smashed-up car here. We have the police on their way, and we’re going to hold her until they come. You boys probably want to stay until they arrive.”

  “Not like I’m going to attempt to drive with a smashed windshield, anyway,” Adam said.

  “Pardon me, sir, but I have to ask…are you a guest of Miss Hendricks? We’re familiar with Mr. Vetter’s presence at this complex, but we’ve never seen you before.”

  “Yes, we’re both her guests,” Adam said. “My name is Adam Prachett.”

  “Pleasure to meet you.”

  “Likewise. I just wish it were under better circumstances.”

  “May I ask what the two of you are doing here at this hour of the morning?”

  Adam cast a glance at Morris, unsure of what to say. He didn’t want to reveal their romance to people in Taletha’s life before she was ready.

  Fortunately, Morris was able to keep his cool. “The three of us were up late working on budgeting issues for the studio. I don’t know if you heard, but the place was vandalized yesterday, and while the insurance company will cover many of the repairs, it won’t cover all of the costs. It got late, we’d been drinking, and Taletha felt it best if we stayed the night with her rather than endangering ourselves and others.”

  Adam held his breath, hoping that the security guard would buy the story or was at least discreet enough to pretend.

  “Wait, would this be the same studio vandalism that was on the local news yesterday?”

  “Unless there’s a studio vandalism spree going on in town, then yes, that would be the same one.” Morris turned his gaze on Emily. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that little disaster, would you?”

  Emily turned her eyes toward the ground. “I want a lawyer.”

  “Emily? What the hell is going on?” Taletha cried as she came out the door carrying a broom and a trash bag. “Did you smash Adam’s car?”

  “We did catch her trying to hop the fence with this crowbar. We have a feeling that was how she managed to get in, too, but we’ll need to double-check the security cameras to be sure.”

  “Emily, what is wrong with you? Did you vandalize the studio yesterday, too?”

  “I want a lawyer.”

  “Consider yourself fired.”

  The sound of police sirens filing the air prevented Emily from retorting. Adam started to shake as two officers got out of the car and took out notepads.

  “What seems to be the problem, folks?”

  Adam’s head swam as they relayed the story to the police. Despite the adrenaline rushing through his system, the lack of sleep left him feeling drained. All he wanted to do was go back to bed.

  Just as the police were finishing up with their questioning, Adam’s cell phone rang. He looked at the display and saw that it was the number of his building manager. “Excuse me, I think this is important.” He stepped away, allowing the police to talk to everyone else.

  “Hello?”

  “Adam, this is Jamie Barrett.”

  “What’s up? You’re not usually at the office so early.”

  “No, I’m usually not, but a visit from the police woke me up. Your next-door neighbor walked by your apartment on her way to work this morning and saw
broken glass everywhere. You’d better get over here. The police need to ask you a few questions.”

  Adam was suddenly back on high alert. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  Snapping his phone shut, he turned to Taletha before remembering that his car had been destroyed.

  “Shit!”

  “What’s wrong?” Taletha asked.

  “Someone broke into my apartment. I have to get over there to assess the damage and talk to the police...”

  “A break-in?” one of the officers asked. “So you’re saying your car and apartment were targeted on the same day?”

  “Sounds like it.”

  “Are we all settled here?” Taletha asked. “I want to give Adam a lift back to his place.”

  ”We’ll follow you,” the other officer said. “I think we might want to fill our colleagues in on what happened this morning.”

  “I’ll come, too,” Morris said. “It looks like you could use the support.”

  Adam and Taletha hurried into her car. As she drove through the city, Adam rubbed his temples, trying to stave off the headache that was threatening to emerge.

  “It’ll be okay,” Taletha said, rubbing her hand on his thigh.

  “What if it won’t?”

  “Just trust me. This will all work out somehow.”

  Taletha barely had time to park the car when they arrived at his complex. He barreled out as fast as he could, and ran towards where Jamie and the police were standing.

  “What’s the damage?” he asked.

  “I think you’d better see for yourself,” Jamie said. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

  “Just be careful,” the officer said. “It’s pretty bad in there.”

  The chemical smell was the first thing that hit him, and he had to cover his nose before walking through the door.

  At first glance, nothing had been stolen, but the place had been destroyed. The walls were coated with thick stripes of spray paint, and the carpets were covered with bleach stains. The once-clear windows had also been the victim of spray paint and had been rendered completely opaque.

  “Goddamn,” Taletha said with a muffled voice. Adam turned to find her and Morris standing behind him, both of them covering their noses.

  “Let’s get out of here before someone passes out,” Morris said.

  They returned to the parking lot, where the four police officers were all conferring with each other. Emily remained in the squad car. She had a terrified expression on her face.

  “So I’m beginning to think that someone has it in for me,” Adam said. “I suppose these two crimes could be a coincidence, but I’m really not sure.”

  “Multiple acts of vandalism usually aren’t coincidences,” one of the officers replied.

  “What do you want to bet that Emily here had something to do with it?”

  “What are you saying about me?” Emily demanded. “I can hear you, you know.” Her voice was muffled through the window, but nonetheless aggressive.

  One of the officers opened the squad car and helped her out. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about Mr. Prachett’s apartment being destroyed would you?”

  Emily’s face went white. “No, I swear, I don’t.”

  “So you just climbed over the apartment complex fence and then vandalized the car, without any prior knowledge of what was happening over in my apartment?” Adam didn’t try to hide the sneer that was forming on his face.

  “I didn’t vandalize your damn apartment.”

  “You didn’t answer my question. I asked if you had any knowledge about what was going on over at my apartment.”

  “I want a lawyer.” Emily’s lips trembled and her eyes started to well up, but she maintained her composure. “I’m not saying another thing until I have a lawyer.”

  Taletha jumped in. “Officer, I don’t want to jump to hasty conclusions, but my studio was vandalized yesterday in a manner similar to Adam’s apartment. The carpets weren’t bleached, but the mirrors and windows were all completely coated with spray paint.”

  “Did they have any clear suspects yesterday?”

  “The police officers who came by and took the report said that since there was no forced entry, the crime was perpetrated by someone who already had access. I hate that I have to suspect my own employees, but they do all have keys. Adam actually mentioned Emily here, but I didn’t want to believe it. I do know they were going to interview and check the alibis of all of my employees, but I don’t know where they are in the investigation yet.”

  “That’s good for us to know, thank you. We’ll follow up on that as we do more work on this case.”

  “I had nothing to do with that!” Emily cried. “I want a goddamn lawyer, and I want one right now!”

  The officer took out a set of handcuffs and snapped them around Emily’s wrists. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in the court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?”

  “Yes,” Emily sighed, the tears starting to flow down her face. She kept her head down as the officer closed the door on the squad car.

  “We’ll add the information about Mr. Prachett’s apartment and the studio to our case file, but it would help if both of you could come down to the station sometime today and give more detailed statements about the ways in which these incidents might be connected.”

  “We will, officer,” Taletha said. “Thank you for your help.”

  “We’re just doing our jobs. Good luck today, folks. Don’t hesitate to call us if you need anything.” He gave a nod of his head, got in the car, and drove away.

  “Don’t worry,” Adam said, wrapping his arms around Taletha and pulling her close to him. “We won’t need to call them again. Emily has been caught. The legal process is going to be a pain in the ass, but it will all get worked out in the end.”

  “You think she’s the one responsible for vandalizing the studio as well?” Taletha asked, her voice shaking. “I mean, there’s no doubt in my mind that she trashed Adam’s car. And I can definitely see her destroying his apartment, too. She’s clearly unbalanced when it comes to controlling her romantic impulses. But I still just can’t believe she’d have it in her to ruin the place where she works. I can’t picture her destroying a place she’s always claimed to love.”

  “I wouldn’t be surprised if she was the perpetrator in all of the crimes.” Adam grabbed the broom and began sweeping up the mess. “Spray-painting the windows completely opaque at my place and at the studio? Sounds like she’s a criminal who doesn’t have a whole lot of imagination. And it makes sense to me that she’d lash out at your studio. You stole me away, after all.”

  “I didn’t steal you.”

  “I know. I’m just kidding. Or is it too soon to joke about the situation?”

  “I’ll call a contractor about the apartment,” Jamie said. “Obviously, you can’t stay here, but I’ll deduct your hotel expenses from your rent. I’m so sorry this happened. I should get back to the office now, but stop by or call to work out the details.”

  “Thanks, Jamie. I really appreciate this.”

  “Anytime,” Jamie said as she hurried away.

  “You could also stay with me, if you wanted,” Taletha said, taking his hand. “Speaking of which, I should get back and shower. The studio is supposed to reopen today. God, this is such a disaster.”

  “How can we help?” Morris asked.

  “There’s so much that still needs to be taken care of, and now I need to reschedule all of Emily’s clients. Not just reschedule, I need to assign them to new teachers.”

  “Adam and I can pick up the slack, as can all the other teachers who still work at the studio. Spread them out against the entire instructor population, and you’re not going to add more than one or two students to each person’s teaching schedule.”

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nbsp; “Besides, I think we’d all agree that none of the instructors would say no to a few more hours and a bit more income,” Adam added.

  “Shit, I really didn’t want to lose two instructors within a month of each other. Even if we make our best effort to place all of Emily’s students with new teachers that they’ll like, there’s going to be some attrition.”

  “There will always be new students.”

  “But I like to keep the ones who are already giving us their money. Plus, we just took a hit after Matt left. I don’t want another group of students to jump ship so soon. It’s not good for cash flow, and it’s not good for teacher morale.”

  “We’ll make it through,” Adam said. “Morris and I are here to help you, and Lynne is the best administrative assistant in the business. We’ll get through this. And I know another country-western dance specialist who might be looking for a new job.”

  “Is your friend any good?”

  “One of the best. He’s going through a rough patch right now.”

  “And this is why I was resistant to jumping into bed with the two of you, and Morris in particular.”

  “We’re different,” Morris said, taking her hand.

  “I’m sure every dance couple says that, but at this point, I’m willing to believe you. Adam, have your friend give me a call next week, once the repairs from the studio vandalism have been completed.”

  “Will do.”

  “God damn it, I’m already so tense, and the sun has just come up. There’s so much to do, and I don’t know where any of us is going to find the time to take care of everything. I feel exhausted already. I just want to go back to bed.”

  “We probably shouldn’t sleep, but I have an idea for how you can relax a little bit,” Morris said.

  “Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?”

  “Let’s go back to your place and clean up. I think a nice, hot shower will let you relax.”

  “I think that would help me chill out as well.”

  “I’m pretty sure it would be good for all of us.”

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