When no answer came the judge looked up. Rose, the DA, shook his head, “No, Your Honor.”
“I don’t see evidence in the submission, Mr. Rose, linking any of these people to Mr. Braxton or to the fire. In fact, the fire is the only actual event that I can see documented with actual forensic reports here.”
Rose looked down.
“In short, Mr. Rose, I see no physical evidence linking any of these three people to an actual crime that has been proved to have been committed. Help me out, Mr. Rose. Can you show physical evidence to link any of these people to a crime?”
Rose said, “No, Your Honor.”
“After this hearing, Mr. Rose,” the judge said, “I want to see you in my chambers.”
As he looked around the court, the judge scowled. “Well, gentlemen, whatever any of us might think, the state has brought no evidence to support any charges to be answered here.” With one flash of his angry eyes at Liam, Declan, and me, he said firmly, “Case dismissed. You three are free to go.”
As he stood the judge looked back at the DA. “Mr. Rose.”
Rose picked up his case and walked hurriedly over to the court officer, who showed him out the side door.
The changing room of the Fifth Avenue couturier was draped in cream silk, with wide, pale gold edging. I had on a dirty yellow raw silk dress, cut just above the knee and snapped tight. The top scooped breathtakingly low, masked with big, floppy silk lilies. The dress rustled over my bare thighs above the stocking tops. In the soft cream silk panties, I was hot. And wet.
“Ah, now.” His voice was low and warm in my ear, “Don’t you look fine, Miss Sinful Suburbia.” I leaned back. Declan’s fine suit crinkled as he pressed his bulge hard against my ass. His hands reached around to sweep down the sides of my body, holding me firmly all the way down. They slid down to my thighs, and I pressed back harder against him. Shivering bursts of sensation spilled and rippled through me. I quivered as I felt the cool air, while he dragged the tight skirt higher.
Glasses clinked and tinkled as Liam stepped in. His big smile warmed me to my panting core. He had three flute classes in one hand, an open bottle of champagne in the other. From outside in the salon, I heard a brief peal of laughter, rapidly suppressed. The severe madame in the shiny black dress who was in charge of the salon must have thrown a sharp scowl at one of the two serving girls. Her blood-red formal smile had greeted us when we arrived, and I saw the effect of her scowls before we came into the changing room.
Liam stood nearer, his leg between my parting thighs. My panties were exposed now. Liam’s leg moved forward and his muscular thigh pressed against my mound. Declan blew on my neck, in my ear. His hair, sweet and dark, thrilled my nose as his head bent down and he made light fluttering kisses on my throat.
The tip of Liam’s finger lifted my chin and a breath caught in my throat as Liam’s scent mingled with Declan’s. And my own. My eyes stayed on Liam as my neck craned to Declan’s face as his mouth travelled down my neck and throat, and then nibbled my ear. My lips parted. Liam moved nearer.
Declan hauled his cock out of his pants and slid it up between the tops of my thighs, pushing the silk panties into my stinging hot lips. Liam looked in my eyes as he ran his fingers through my hair and held the back of my head.
My lips parted as my head tipped back. His fingers trailed down my stomach. Down to the elastic of my panties. Inside.
As Declan’s cock rubbed against my wet pussy lips, Liam’s fingers made teasing circles around the hood of my clit. His lips pressed on mine and Declan squeezed my breasts as he kissed me, hard and deep. I shoved my hips back against Declan, my breasts forward against Liam. My breath fluttered and trembled in my chest.
Liam’s other hand slipped down my neck. The side of his thumb traced the line of my throat to my collarbone. Moaning, I kissed him harder. As he teased my clit, he slipped his hand inside my dress, inside my bra. His finger and thumb squeezed and teased my nipple and pulled it hard.
My wet panties clung to the hot rod of Declan’s cock as it dragged back and forth along my aching lips. I reached out for Liam’s, and felt it pulse hard inside his pants. I yanked on the zipper. It caught and I yanked again. Liam pulled his mouth from mine. “Easy, ya little minx,” he said with a chuckle. “I know it’s been a little while, but this is an expensive suit.”
I fumbled with his belt, but he shoved my hands away. That meant him taking his hand out of my panties and his other off my breast. I didn’t want that, and I wanted his cock make up for it. I stretched forward to bite his neck while I plunged my hand into his briefs. The velvety ridges of his fat snake made me want to dive down and swallow it.
Before I could, he ripped the front of the dress apart and snapped open the front of my bra.
Something that was part moan, part squeal ground out of my throat. From outside the changing room, I heard giggles. With theatrical mock horror, Declan said, “That dress isn’t even paid for,” Liam ripped it some more as he grabbed my breasts and pulled them against his linen shirt. “We’ve not even bought it, and you’ve torn it into rags.”
Declan drew back as he shoved my panties aside. I gasped as the head of his cock engaged my aching wet opening.
“Jeez,” he said, reaching around to push on the base of my clit. “A lovely dress that’s not even been paid for, ripped to shreds.” I moaned as his cock slid into me. Liam’s eyes blazed as I squeezed his cock in my hands. “Fucking criminal, I call it.” He said, moving closer.
Breathless and hoarse, I nuzzled Liam’s neck and looked up to his eyes as I said, “Will we go to the YMCA again?”
I moaned loudly and shoved my disheveled, seminaked body against Liam.
Declan’s voice was low and devilish. “I think we should get a little step more intimate.” He shoved his cock deeper into me, I bit Liam’s neck.
Through my naked breasts I felt the rumble Liam’s chest as he said, “Do you mean what I think you mean?”
I rocked my hips to get Declan’s cock more deeply inside me. The soft, expensive fabric of his suit and the hard leather of his open belt beating against the cheeks of my ass as he drove his cock in. Liam’s hard cock swelled hot in my hands and I rubbed it hard from the slick head all the way down to the thick hilt where I felt his tightening balls.
Declan’s voice rasped close in my ear as my thighs tingled and shook. “Still a Y,” he said, “but closer.”
Liam pressed the head of his cock against my buzzing clit. Rubbed it around and around, and pushed it upwards. I seized his hair in my hands and pressed tighter against him. My thighs sagged tensed and tingled as he nudged his cock harder. Nearer. Further.
He squeezed both of my breasts as he leaned his mouth to my other ear. “That’s why we call this,” I gasped aloud as Liam’s cock shoved into me alongside Declan’s. “The Y Knot.”
My head shook. I blinked and moaned. My fingers stretched and my knees gave way. Pressed tight between the two strong, hard men, I squealed and groaned as they canonned in and out of me. I gushed as I sank my teeth into Liam’s shoulder.
Liam tugged my hair, dragged my head back. He bruised my lips with his as he kissed me hungrily, greedily. His hands roamed over the front of my body as Liam’s grabbed the cheeks of my trembling ass.
They pistoned into me like a hot, well-oiled machine. We fused together. A passionate frenzy. A single clawing, six-legged, groaning, heaving animal. Waves of sensation swelled and mounted inside of me in sets. One long, splashing crash after another.
My thighs tensed and my fingers curled. I beat my arms on Liam’s shoulders as my stomach rolled and my hips rocked. My hard nipples stung and the cheeks of my ass clenched. Declan slammed harder, faster, rougher into me. Liam’s hips tilted, lifting me like a thrashing rag doll.
The tremors shook me as Declan’s mouth fastened on my neck. He grasped my hips and held them to pull me harder, deeper onto him. The clench of his hands was so determined, so eager, so urgent, it propelled me up and on to
another height of my own. The stretch of my pussy around their two huge cocks made me wild.
Liam’s face reddened as he stared hard into my eyes. His mouth opened and his pelvis pummelled, harder and faster. My hard nipples scraped his shirt as I clung, hugged, and squeezed my breasts against him. As they bounced, soft against his hard chest, he gripped my hair with both hands. Stared into my eyes. Breathed hard.
Declan’s teeth grazed my neck. The two men alternated into me. Fast, coordinated, relentless.
As one slid in, the other drew out. Over and over in a rhythm that rose. A force that swelled. A beat that grew.
We collapsed, fell to the floor. Declan’s weight almost crushed me. He lifted himself on his hands, but kept his cock hard up my pussy. Liam was below me, still slamming hard and deep. Declan’s hands scraped all over me and as he shook our mouths joined.
A barely suppressed roar vibrated in Declan’s chest and stomach and shook my back. Both men pumped with unstoppable force.
Liam and I panted and moaned. Our lips ground together then peeled apart. I had to fasten my mouth on his shoulder to stop myself from shouting out loud.
In our tumbling, heaving mass of flesh, force, and frenzy, I burst and gushed. I brimmed and spilled. I beat my hands on the floor. Liam and Declan pulsed and pumped and fountained into me, and filled me and we were drenched in a wild cascade.
As we lay in hot, huge, tender, hugging heap, small tinkles of repressed giggle leaked from the salon outside. Then there was a syllable, a low vocal sound, unmistakably from the madame. Even her voice had the spark of a laugh deep down within it.
Arm in arm, the three of us rolled back into our Fifth Avenue hotel, swinging shopping bags, walking close and laughing. At the mahogany desk, Bernard, the smart young manager welcomed us and told us we had a visitor.
Not exactly a welcome surprise. “Waiting for you, there in the lounge.” He indicated the room to the right of the foyer.
We passed quizzical looks between us, but smiled as we walked into the large, plush room. A chill trickled down my back. Sitting, facing the window on the far side, there was only one person in the room. Just from the back of his head, though, I was sure that I knew at once who it was.
As we crossed the thick carpet, Irons stood and turned to greet us.
He gave us each his ‘nice’ smile. He said to Liam, “I have instructions for you. Is Mrs. Cullen in your confidence now?”
Liam lifted his hand to clap Irons on the shoulder. When he saw the look in Irons’ eye, his hand dropped like it had wilted. He said, “Ah, no. We don’t involve her in the business side of things.”
“No,” Declan said, “We’d not do that. We keep things strictly and completely separate, you see.”
“I think that boat may have sailed, Mr. Maher. From now on, you should consider yourselves a three person team.” Irons said.
“We’re issued our instructions direct,” Liam said, “by phone. In the normal way of things.”
Irons looked at all of us in turn, smiled and said, “So, welcome to the new normal.” He gestured for us to sit around the table, where his was the largest chair. “All three of you owe some pretty big favors,” he said, “as I’m certain you realize.” He gave us some more of that soft, charming smile. “And the people to whom you are indebted take obligations of those kinds pretty seriously.”
He gave us a moment for the implications to sink in.
“So,” he pulled a folder from his leather case and pushed it across the table to Liam. “You’re going to find this a challenging assignment.”
Liam was about to speak but, as he opened the folder he seemed to change his mind.
Irons’ smile brightened, “as I said, welcome to the new normal.”
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