Along with the sensations that I’d felt the first time I saw those two men, when their shoes clicked on the tiles of the cafe floor and they came to stand over my table, the tingling and the heat and the breathlessness, a sigh slipped out of my throat. Like it was a relief. At last, here they are.
What the boys did, how they made their money, it excited me. I would have liked to be a part of it. Or at least, that was what I thought about it at the time. How little I knew then, really.
All the secret contacts, all the planning, the hunt. The chase. All of that seemed thrilling. Like a big adventure. Like the adventures that I’d dreamed of having when I was little. Observing in shadows, doing secret research, photographing locations for an operation, that was all pretty exciting.
Scoping out somebody’s movements without them knowing, it was all like detective work, or what spies do. Like Jason Bourne or James Bond.
While both of the boys were out, I decided to do a little research of my own. Neatly dressed in a shirt and a pair of blue jeans with a simple jacket, I took my laptop – not like I was going to do anything that would be obviously incriminating, but I figured that a laptop would be less traceable than a phone, and I found an anonymous cafe.
Over a couple of slow lattes, I learned that His Honor, Judge Archbold Malfease was indeed well-known—although unproven—to be a serial sex pest and an abuser. Three ex-wives and a number of young clerks, assistants, and junior court officials all told tales of bullying and unwanted sexual contact.
All the stories had a similar pattern. First, they all claimed, the judge made comments about their appearance. The appearance of their asses in particular. Then, with no encouragement at all he whispered suggestions into their ears.
One distressed young woman said that the more she asked him not to do it, the more lewd and explicit his suggestions got. She also that he stalked her into the underground parking garage below the courthouse where she worked.
The young court usher said that the judge molested her and ‘attempted to force her into a sexual act,’ and would have, but she beat him off with her laptop case.
She tried to claim damages for the repair of the laptop, which was property of the court, but the court chose to believe the judge. When the young mother was unable to pay for a new laptop, she lost her job.
This wasn’t the kind of hard, practical information that I thought Declan and Liam were going to need. They had to have details about his habits. Daily routines, regular activities, places he visited. Details. So I kept on looking. The judge’s three divorces had all been bitter and hard-fought, and at the end of each one he had really disgusting things to say about the wife he’d just gotten free of.
Things like that were very much like the things he said about the women who complained about his behavior. He called them selfish and said they were motivated by greed. ‘Filthy, disgusting greed,’ was a phrase he used about a number of women.
Malfease himself looked old but his movements were quick. He was a thin, angular man, in spite of having a famously huge appetite. He had dark, beady eyes, the kind that never stayed still and flickered over everything. The thought of acting as bait, of trying to lure him made my skin crawl. The idea of getting anywhere near him made me itch and feel like I needed a wash. From the first picture I saw, everything I learned made him more unattractive.
At the same time, the thought of doing something to help out Declan and Liam, of getting involved in their work, was pretty exciting. Helping out Irons was an idea that curled around in the back of my mind, too. Irons had a manner, an air about him. Pictures of him kept on popping up in my thoughts when I wasn’t expecting them.
I’d never have wanted to do anything that might hurt my relationship with Liam and Declan. The fact that I’d found them at all seemed like the most amazing piece of good luck ever. But you can’t always help what the body wants.
My body wanted Irons. Some particular parts of my body, especially. They thought about the hard gleaming shards in his dark eyes and the picture of him in my mind travelled down my body and made me ache.
Chapter 5
When Liam returned to the hotel suite late that afternoon, the room had been cleaned. The cushions and drapes were all perfectly arranged, but there was no sign of Courtenay or Declan. Then he heard noise in the bedroom.
The sight made him chuckle. ”Oh, you got started without me, did you?”
The bed was a sea of billowing, fluffy white pillows and linen. Courtenay was on all fours in front of Declan. He was dressed. She had on only the remains of some underwear.
Declan had Courtenay’s hair bunched in his two fists and her wet face was pulled into his lap. He still had on his suit and tie, but his pants were open and his cock was most of the way in her mouth. Her eyes widened and her throat bulged as he rammed it the rest of the way and her nose buried in the tuft of his pubes.
Courtenay’s ample butterscotch flesh rippled under the shreds of sheer, patterned lingerie.
Jerking his hips, Declan said, “I believe after I left this morning, you took an opportunity for yourself.” He dragged out his cock and looked down at her face, streaked with makeup and dripping wet around her lips. “And so you left me with a little bit of catching up to do.”
“Well, fair play.” Liam moved to the rumpled bed and slapped Courtenay’s upturned ass. She jerked and squealed. He grinned and did it again. “Did our lovely Queen of the Backdoor tell you that herself?”
“No. I just assumed it.” Declan’s brow furrowed as he looked down at Courtenay. She made a gagging sound as he shoved his cock deeper. “Do you like that?” She nodded rapidly. He grinned. “Our lovely little Smallville Slut.” She nodded again and pushed her face deeper into his groin.
“Oh,” Liam said, unzipping his pants, “You assumed it, did you? And on what basis will that have been, that you made that assumption?”
“Well, mainly because if it had been you went out and left me on my own with the lovely Courtenay, then I would most certainly have taken the chance to stretch my snake along her tongue, or spear the depths of her ass with my own beef bayonet.”
“And so, you assumed that I’d be as fast and as shady as yourself now, did you?” Courtenay’s ass was high and tilted invitingly upward. Liam reached his hand over to her soft, swollen petals. Her pelvis jolted as his fingers explored her pulsing hot wetness.
Declan’s leer spread wider. “And quite rightly, as it turns out.”
“Well, that’s as may be. Anyway, you look like you’re having a good enough time there, massaging her larynx with your old helmet.”
“I’m that deep in her, her little tongue has been tickling the front of my balls.”
“She’s a mighty lovely little sucker, there’s no two ways about that.”
“Ah, no. But there’s more than two ways into her left open.”
“You’re right there. I think I’ll get myself deep into one of those and fuck the ass off her.”
Liam opened the front of his pants. Dropping his shoes, he climbed onto the bed behind Courtenay. Her hips rolled against his hand. His fingers pried her open. Teased her clit. And his thumb massaged her ass.
“Declan, can you reach over on the bedside cabinet, there’s some gel.”
Declan put his hand behind Courtenay’s head to keep her held tight on his cock before he turned. Gave a few pumps to the top of her throat. As he tossed the gel over, Courtenay moaned when Liam slid the back of his cock along her furrow, and scraped it up against her clit.
When the cool gel on is fingers touched the ring of her ass, she let out a loud sigh and her thighs sagged, even as her spine flicked her ass higher. He expertly massaged her entry with the gel and his strong fingers opened her. The heat of his hand and the growing friction warmed the slithering gel.
She jolted and her head sprang forward on Declan’s hard cock as Liam gave her cheeks a slap. Then he engaged her ass with his bulb and she paused for a moment.
“Oh,” Declan s
aid, “You made her suck even harder there.” And he sawed into her. “Whatever you’re doing there, man, do it more.”
Liam looked in Declan’s watery eyes. He reached across Courtenay’s back to lift Declan’s chin. His thumb pressed along Declan’s lips as his cock speared between Courtenay’s rising cheeks.
Courtenay’s head bobbed. As he slid his thick cock into her soft ass, Liam reached around and rubbed his thick, strong fingers around her clit and her eyes rolled as he squeezed her mound. Her thighs trembled as his cock slid deeper into her ass and his thighs pressed against her cheeks.
Declan pumped as Liam plowed. The two men held each other at the backs of their necks and gazed into one another’s eyes as they reamed both of Courtenay’s eager ends.
Courtenay’s body shuddered and shook. Liam leaned down over her back and caught her breast as it swung. He jacked harder into her and it shoved her more onto Declan’s cock. Declan’s face reddened. Blowing air slowly, he rose. As he dragged Courtenay up, he kicked off his shoes and stood on the mattress.
His breathing was labored and speeding up. She sat back onto Liam’s cock and he plunged his hand down to her weeping pussy as he cannoned deeper into her ass, reaming harder and farther up.
Courtenay’s neck and chest were red and she squeezed her eyes shut as Declan filled her throat. His forehead creased and his lips tightened as he heaved approaching the point of no return. Liam expertly teased and pushed at the base of her clit to propel her higher. Then as he slammed into her ass, slapping his thighs against her cheeks, she gasped and moaned.
Liam shouted, “The scarf!” and grabbed at the gray silk on the corner of the bed.
Declan’s eyes stretched wide and the grin stretched from his eyes all the way across his face.
He lay on the bed. Courtenay took the scarf, but looked uncertainly at Liam. He said, “You remember how it was?”
She nodded. He said, “I’ll be watching, and we’ll not use a bag.”
“Come on!” Declan shouted, “It’ll be fantastic.”
Courtenay lowered herself onto Declan’s huge, rock hard cock, taking him deep into her hungry, grateful pussy, and Liam nodded encouragement as she wound the scarf around Declan’s throat. Declan grasped her hips and began to fuck her right away, hard and deep. As he did, she pulled the scarf tighter. Tighter. Each stroke just a little bit tighter.
His face reddened and the strength was fading in his hands as he slapped her ass.
A few more strokes and he squeezed her, clutched her to him and rocked her.
“More!” his voice rasped, thin, barely audible.
She pulled tighter.
His eyes bulged as he nodded. His hips became still but his cock stiffened and pulsed violently. His eyes rolled and closed and he twitched as he sprayed into her with a thick load of hot, sticky cum.
She let go of the scarf. He was still. Then his whole body trembled. Then he was still again. She bounced up and down on his cock. Still thick and rigid. But still. He was still. And he didn’t breathe.
His mouth slowly fell open. His face was purple. She looked up at Liam. He was moving closer. Declan didn’t move. She pushed on his chest. Nothing.
She looked up desperately at Liam. The only sound in the suite was the hushed tick of the clock. That and the muffled sounds of traffic outside.
She shook Declan’s still body. Nothing. Then he jerked and his pelvis slammed against her. He fountained into her again, this time even more, as a long, rasping gasp tore into him.
“You’re a marvel, you know that? A fucking wonder, Miss Backyard Sin.”
Liam leaned down to kiss her. Then Declan. The three embraced and hugged. Liam gazed into Declan’s eyes, then Courtenay’s. Then he got up slowly and smiled as he stepped out of the room. He returned with a bottle of cold champagne, three tall glasses and a massive grin.
Drowsily, Declan said from the pillows, “So, did you find out any more about our target?”
“Yup,” said Liam, handing a glass of golden sparkles to him, and another to Courtenay. Lifting his own glass, he said, “I found out that, in this God-forsaken part of the barely known universe, circuit judges are uncommonly fucking heavily guarded.”
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Plates, napkins and the remains of sandwiches from room service were among the mess of the bed. Courtenay leaned against Liam’s broad chest. Liam and Courtenay held out their glasses as Declan poured out the last of the bottle.
“There’s no place I can see that we’ll be able to get to him.” Declan said, “Nowhere that he won’t be surrounded by a whole posse. Federal marshals, bodyguards. There could even be spooks. He’s here for a pretty fucking high profile corruption case.”
Liam’s attention intensified. “Would that be the one that our Prince of Darkness is due to give his rare public performance?”
With a note of suspicion in his voice, Declan asked, “Is he here on a case?”
Liam indicated the folder of papers and print-outs he’d brought back from his investigations.
“Isn’t it a great coincidence that Irons brings us the job on the judge in a case where he’s making such a big appearance?”
Declan’s head shook as he read. “Ain’t it.”
“Are you sure we shouldn’t be getting in touch with Arden?”
Declan looked up. “No more sure than you are. I’m sure that if we do find a way to make a direct contact, he’ll thank us for the information and then have us eliminated just because we found a way to him.”
Liam nodded. “That’s a downside, for sure.” He took a sip of his champagne. “So, we do the job for Irons and then we’ll need to be very gone. Then wait for the dust to settle and see who gets in touch?”
“That’s about what I’m thinking.”
Liam asked him, “So what did you learn?”
“He’s definitely going to be taking his lunch in one of two restaurants near the courthouse. And I’m pretty sure I know which one. Bad news is that it’s most likely in a private room.”
“Damn, that’s hard. One of us goes as a waiter?”
Declan shook his head, “At this short notice? Then getting assigned to the right table on the day? And, you’d be making friends with a whole lot of people who’d all get to know you.”
Liam agreed. “Well enough for a description and some handy evidence.”
“Unless there’s a poison that goes undetected.”
“Ah, I see you’ve gone back to reading those Agatha Christies.”
“Yeah. Three days to set it up.”
“No chance.” Liam took out a sheet from his folder. “Okay, sniper shot. There are a million good vantage points around both entrances to the courthouse and plenty of clear sight. The weather is pretty calm, so there shouldn’t be a whole lot of wind.”
Courtenay said, “Does that make it the best option so far?”
Declan stroked her ankle. “No, a sniper shot is almost always the worst option. Especially in a public place. It’s the easiest to get right but there are so many variables, so many unpredictable ways it can go wrong.”
“Plus,” Liam said, “If you take a shot and it’s not successful, you’ve announced the hit to the whole world.”
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