“My tits are dry, Dylan.”
His partner placed a finger to her lips. “They are dry when I say they are dry. Am I too rough?”
“No.”
Gabe loved her pout.
“Then stand still. In fact, widen your legs. Gabe, why don’t you dry her pussy?”
“It’s a waste of time. Once I get her into the bedroom I’m going to make sure every drop of water is removed from her body. I’ll be licking her, getting her wet again, then drying her. I’ll be repeating as often as needed.”
Ceci’s adorable mouth opened. “I’ll get sore.”
From the sassiness in her voice, she wanted to be. “I’m going to show you sore, baby. My cock is going to pound your pussy for so long, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” He hoped she liked his dirty talk.
She laughed. “You probably can’t last longer than five minutes.”
Damn, she was right. “We’ll see about that.”
He picked her up rather unceremoniously. Using his shoulder, he opened the door and cool air pebbled her tits. “Brr.”
“We’ll warm you up real soon, baby.” He had warm lips, warm hands, and a nice hot cock ready to share with her.
Dylan stood next to the bed grinning. “I can’t wait until we can tie up our woman.”
Gabe intently watched Ceci’s body. While it seemed as if she was trying not to flinch, he caught the slight tightening of her hands and the lifting of her breasts, a sure sign she’d tensed.
“Let’s worry about that later. I got a little plug that needs a new home.”
Her lips thinned. “Will it hurt?”
Shit. He didn’t want her to worry about anything. “No, baby. I’ll make sure you like it, but I’ll stop the second you tell me, too.”
“My sister uses a safe word.”
Holy fuck. She’s been thinking of BDSM. His heart almost jumped out of his chest. “Sure. What would you like?”
“Brooke uses the word, computer.” She drew in her bottom lip. “How about if we use Bollinger Bands?”
He guffawed. “What the fuck are Bollinger Bands?”
“It’s a stock thing, but it made you stop in your tracks, didn’t it?”
He grinned. “You got that right. But I don’t think I’ll be doing anything to make you yell that mouthful.” That’s because she’ll be too busy sucking on Dylan’s cock while he impaled her pussy.
He stepped over to his drawer and pulled out a tube of lube and an orange vibrating butt plug. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction when he pressed the button to turn it on. He set the goodies on the bed and crawled up to her.
“What is that?” she asked.
The wrapping prevented her from seeing its size. “Never you mind. Right now I want to explore your body.” The little taste he’d had of her hadn’t been nearly enough. Since he’d be the lucky one to sink his cock in her pussy, he’d let Dylan lick her clean, despite his claim to do the honors.
She inhaled and her tits jiggled. He wanted to bury his face in them so bad. He slid up to her tits and wished he could show her how wonderful nipple clamps would be. But if he fucked up this relationship, Dylan would never be willing to share with him again.
Gabe wasn’t good at knowing when to slow down, mostly because he never gave a fuck if he lost the woman or not. There was always another one around the corner. But then he’d met Ceci and something inside of him snapped.
With one finger he circled her nipple and the tip puckered. “You are so fucking sensitive, baby.”
She inhaled. “That’s good, right?”
“More than good. It means Dylan and I are going to take you higher than you’ve ever gone.”
She closed her eyes and looked so beautiful. “I’ll never last.”
“You have to.” He sharpened his voice. “It’s for your own sake. How about I slip that tiny plug in your ass to give you a preview of better times ahead? The sooner it’s in, the sooner I can take you up that tall mountain.”
She smiled. “Did anyone tell you that you were a poet?”
Dylan groaned. “His head is big enough, sugar. Please don’t.”
She laughed. “Okay.”
Gabe tapped her hip. “How about getting on your elbows and knees for a moment while I do my thing.”
Like the perfect sub, she rolled over and presented him with the most perfect ass he’d ever seen. He grabbed his cock and stroked it twice to take the edge off.
“Way to go, Gabe.”
He gave Dylan the finger. Wait until Ceci was sucking on his cock. See how long Dylan lasted. “Fuck you.”
Dylan smiled, unwound the towel from around her head that was threatening to come off anyway, and tossed it on the floor. Gabe ripped open the butt plug package, and then stuffed in the batteries. He’d been in town the other day and had stopped in at Knight’s Delights for a good cup of coffee. Right behind the store sat Danielle’s Pure Pleasures, the town’s sex shop. He’d gone in to buy a plug just for Ceci, when he spotted this one that vibrated. He’d never used one before and he hoped she liked it.
In order to get her to relax, he rubbed her ass. “I can’t believe you’re ours.”
“You don’t own me.” Her voice cut him.
Fuck. “I know, baby. But for the next few hours, we’ll be together. That’s all I meant.”
Dylan lay crosswise on the bed and slid under her. “Hi.”
There was a reason he spent a few years defusing bombs. The man was a genius at defusing bad situations.
He couldn’t tell if she smiled or not, but when her head dipped and the sound of lips smacking reached him, he let out a large breath. Gabe continued to rub her rear with one hand. With the other, he uncapped the lube and rubbed it over her tight hole. When she didn’t squeeze her cheeks tight, he knew she’d be a natural for the plug. She’d only slightly hesitated when he slipped in a finger in her ass in the shower.
With practiced ease, he rimmed the tight muscle to get it to relax. It only took a few swipes for the hole to widen. Wanting to feel her, he slipped in a finger and wiggled it around. God, but he loved a tight, virgin ass. She moaned, but he couldn’t tell if it was from what he was doing or if it was from Dylan’s kisses.
He widened her hole enough to fit the plug then coated the toy with sufficient lube. “You ready for some excitement, baby?”
It didn’t surprise him that Dylan reached under her and played with her nipples. He caught a loud moan and decided that was a go for him. He pressed the one-inch diameter ball-shaped head against her opening and slowly eased it in.
“Gabe?” Her worry had cut a hole through him, but he hoped once the round part dipped in and the rest would glide in easily, she’d relax.
“Breathe, baby.”
He rubbed her back to help ease the passage. He couldn’t wait to try out the vibrating aspect of the toy, hoping he’d guessed right in thinking Ceci would like it.
Rotating the object in a slow steady manner, applying the increasing amount of pressure, the plug shot past her tight ring.
“Holy shit!” she gasped.
She was too sophisticated to swear, so the way she said it made him laugh. He was about to comment on her sassy mouth when Dylan plucked a nipple, and like a baby given a pacifier, Ceci calmed. Double-teaming a woman had its benefits.
It only took a few more twists before the plug was well-seated. She wiggled her butt as if to tell him she was fine. Gotta love her.
“Hey, Dylan. Let’s flip her over so you can sample her honey.” Those words would get him moving.
His friend slipped out from underneath and helped her onto her back. Ceci’s ride was about to begin.
* * * *
The plug in her ass was bigger than any cock Ceci had ever known. It was ginormous and felt funny. While there was only a slight pinch when Gabe pressed it in, she wouldn’t be suggesting he take her in the ass anytime soon.
“Hold your knees open for me, sugar.” Dylan slid her feet onto the bed, and her pus
sy cramped with desire.
She clasped her knees, but when she opened her legs, she felt so vulnerable. It was as if she was offering herself up to him. You are.
Gabe moved closer to her head. “How about if we prop you up against the pillows.”
Both men helped make her more comfortable, but she bet Gabe wanted her to partially sit up so he could have better access to her tits. The tips were already swollen and engorged from all that Dylan had done, and she feared a few licks, and she’d take off skyward.
Gabe leaned over and kissed her so tenderly that she forgot about that huge plug in her ass. He cupped her face and encouraged her to open up. When their tongues met, they executed a delicate dance of hide and seek. Gabe tried to give off the vibe that he was a rough and tumble kind of guy, but deep inside he really was a teddy bear.
Dylan licked her pussy and she bucked her hips.
Gabe placed a hand on her belly. “Take it easy and let Dylan excite you. I want your pussy dripping when I impale you.”
She already was creaming something bad. “Then kiss me again.”
His cheeks dimpled and he dove down. This time he didn’t hesitate to plunge in and take control. She normally would be in panic mode right about now, but these men centered her. Not only did Gabe excite her, but when Dylan plunged two fingers into her cunt and wiggled them around, he hit her G-spot. Her body went wild and she let out a big moan.
Gabe came up for air and dipped down to take a nipple in his mouth. The tender tip sent sparks straight to her core, and she clenched her ass in response. Bam—her butt lit up. That plug must have hit some hidden nerve. Her pulse raced and she gulped in breaths.
“Baby, I have to have you.”
As if it had been pre-arranged, they flipped her over once more, but this time they had her crosswise on the bed. Gabe slid behind and Dylan came up next to her.
He knelt in front of her and scooted close. “Suck on my cock, sugar, but go gently. I’m about to burst.”
Finally, she’d get to tease him into oblivion. As soon as she grabbed his thick shaft, Gabe placed the head of his cock at her pussy entrance and wiggled the tip around. She pressed backward to take him in, but he clamped his hands on her hips.
“None of that, baby. Unless you want the Fourth of July to come early, stay still.”
He dipped his cock in an inch and her body nearly exploded. “It’s too big.”
“It’s just that little plug taking up a lot of space. We’ll both fit. Take care of Dylan, and I’ll give you a surprise.”
She was about to ask what kind of surprise when Dylan tapped her head. Given the amount of pre-cum in his slit, he was hanging on by a thread. She slipped him into her mouth and remembered to swallow to take him deeper.
“That’s it, sugar. You feel so fucking good.”
She worked hard not to smile even though she was super pleased, because she didn’t want to break the seal.
Gabe must have been tired of waiting for her to get used to him because he forged his way into her. Her breath caught and only her tongue was touching Dylan’s cock. Oh, my God. Her body exploded with heavy need. Gabe pulled open her butt cheeks, which seemed to drive that plug thingie farther into her ass.
Her mind spun.
“I’m here, sugar.”
Why couldn’t she keep it together? She was the queen of multi-tasking. Now it dawned on her. They’d stolen her mind. While she bobbed on Dylan’s cock, lifting her hand up and down, Gabe drove into her pussy over and over again. When he pressed on the plug and impaled her, hitting her back wall, she thought she’d come right then.
Then it was as if a giant tsunami had rolled in from the ocean and threatened to drown her. What was that? The damn thing in her ass was shaking, not only hitting unknown nerves, but her pussy caught the vibrations, too.
“That’s amazing.”
Gabe laughed and retraced his path, only this time plunged in faster and harder. Nothing had ever felt so good.
When Dylan growled and grabbed her hair, she sucked harder and deeper. The men pistoned in her together and she no longer could contain the enormous climax that came her way. She squeezed shut her eyes and let wave after wave of ecstasy overtake her. She screamed inside her throat.
Dylan’s cum barreled down her mouth and she had to swallow faster and faster to keep from drowning.
“Oh, baby, baby.” Gabe let out a cry just as his hot jism blew into her. His cock expanded and stretched her to the max.
She not only saw stars on the back of her lids, but her mind blanked and she was unable to think of anything. Time stood still and as suddenly as it started, the crazy vibrating plug in her ass stopped. The only thing she heard were their loud breaths coming together in beautiful unison.
Both men withdrew at the same time and she dropped to her side. When she drew her knees up to her chest that plug made its presence known again. She reached around to take it out when Gabe grabbed her wrist.
“No, baby. Leave it in for a few more hours.”
If she’d had more energy she would have argued. Then her stupid stomach grumbled.
Gabe patted her butt. “Up and at ‘em, baby. We got to get some grilling done.”
She groaned. As much as she wanted to eat, she needed her rest more. “How about I take a nap first?”
As if she’d violated some code of country living, both men pounced on her and tickled her until tears streamed down her face.
“Okay, okay. I’ll get up.”
Gabe leaned back. “As a punishment, you aren’t allowed to wear any clothes while we cook and eat.”
“What?”
“Remember, we are still in the bedroom.” He raised his hand.
With the plug in her ass, she didn’t need a spanking. “Yes, Masters. I’ll do whatever you say.” She winked. “Until I step foot out of that door.”
Gabe looked at Dylan then back at her. “Works for me.”
This was going to be an endless day of loving.
Chapter Thirteen
Gabe hadn’t expected to receive a call from Karen French on Sunday morning asking to meet with him. When he’d tried to speak with her before, she hadn’t even looked him in the eye. She was scared—that much he knew. All she would say was that she had no idea who would want to harm her sister.
“I’d be happy to meet with you.”
“Can we meet in the park on John Arnold Boulevard?”
“Sure.” He thought the location odd, but maybe she didn’t want her husband to know they’d spoken. “What time is good for you?”
“I’m there now.”
“I’m on my way. ETA is fifteen minutes.” As soon as he disconnected, he stepped into the kitchen where Dylan and Ceci were creating an amazing omelet. “Gotta take a rain check.” He told them about meeting with Karen French.
“Who’s she?” Ceci’s tone bordered on jealousy.
If he’d had time, he’d tease her. On second thought, their relationship was still too fragile. “I’m working on a cold case. Karen French’s sister was murdered five years ago and the dead woman’s husband has hired us to find the culprit.”
Her shoulders sagged. “Oh. Well, be careful.”
He turned to Dylan. “I’m meeting her at the park in town. I figure she wants a public place. Maybe she thinks her husband is bugging her conversations or something.”
“That sounds reasonable.”
Gabe turned back to Ceci. “How about a good luck kiss?” They’d been kissing all morning, but he couldn’t get enough of her.
They moved toward each other, and the second his chest brushed against her chest, his cock pressed hard against his fly. He kissed her with pent-up passion, but if he deepened the kiss any more, he’d be lost. Her moan nearly undid him—that, and the fact her hands had found his ass.
He stepped back. “I need to pay attention to what the witness tells me.” He tapped her on the nose.
“Hurry back and stay safe.”
“Don’t you worry
about me.”
On the way to town, he had to push aside last night’s love making or he would be useless in reading Karen French’s facial expressions and body language. Martha’s sister was the key to this investigation whether she knew it or not.
The park had more visitors than he would have expected for a Sunday morning, which he suspected suited her well. Karen French said she’d be sitting near the tennis courts. He spotted her quickly and strode toward her.
“Mrs. French?”
She jumped up, dropped her gaze, and drew her hands behind her back. What the hell? She acted the role of a submissive, but he bet she hadn’t done it consciously. Gabe glanced around. He knew what her husband looked like, but unless he was hiding behind a tree, he didn’t spot him.
“Please sit down.” He sensed the woman needed to be told what to do. He had no problem pulling on his Dom persona if it suited his cause. It seemed to be what she reacted to. Carl French visited Striker’s Lounge, so it made sense. “What do you have to tell me?”
“I think my husband killed Ronald Fletcher.”
Adrenaline rushed through his veins. That was not who he’d thought she’d mention. “Who’s Ronald Fletcher?”
She pressed her lips together and looked down at her fingers that were now in front of her and woven together on her lap. “He’s my…”
Her voice trailed off and he couldn’t make out the words. “Your what?”
“He’s my service top at the club.” She held her head up but didn’t make eye contact.
He hadn’t been to Striker’s in quite some time, and when he had, it hadn’t been to use the club portion.
He inhaled, trying to calm his thoughts. He certainly wasn’t judgmental of the lifestyle as he enjoyed it himself, but all sorts of conflicts arose in his mind. “I’m sorry for your loss.” She lowered her chin once more. “Can you tell me why you think your husband killed him?”
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