Opening the door wide, I see Shaylene dancing around in the living room to the most annoying Taylor Swift song “Shake it off”. But where is Zoey? Looking in the kitchen, I can feel my mouth drop open. Bending over, reaching into the oven, all I see is a sexy round ass covered in fitted jeans and the cream color of her back peeking out as her shirt is raised up. She stands and again I am at a loss. Her hair had been cut and looks like it was colored to add some type of shiny blond colors with a small strip of blue. Her shirt, which I know is new, shows off her tits. And boy do I want nothing more to than to bury my face between them and inhale the sweet aroma of her. Finally looking up into her sweet face, I see a small blush cross her face.
“Um welcome home?” Oh damn, it is good to be home now.
Chapter Eight
Zoey
I don’t know why he is looking at me like a crazed cat high on catnip. Sure, I look a little different, okay a lot, but seriously, do I look like a troll or something? While out we found a great shop that actually had jeans that fit my big ass without creating a gap in the back, or making a muffin top. I admit they are a little more on the snug side than I am used to, but they look great with the boots I have. Oh and my hair has changed. I am no longer, what was the word Shay said, oh right, I don’t look like a washed-up-wanna-be cat woman with cobwebs in my vagina. Yeah, I spit my coffee at that time too. Needless to say, she did an amazing job. I feel good for the first time in my life. Andrew had brought me down without me even realizing it. I used to have spunk like Shay, before I became closed in because I was always looking over my shoulder.
“Long day at the office, dear?” I finally set the casserole down on the stove and toss the rolls in the oven to finish warming up for dinner. I feel braver, it might be from the two shots we did before they came home too. Either way, I’m not gonna tell.
“Um yeah, Zoey, you look, umm…”
“Hot, the word you are looking for, dingle dork, is she looks fucking hot.” I can’t help but giggle at Shay, who is now setting plates down at the small table. I really don’t see how we are all going to fit, but I guess it’s a wait and see type of game today.
“You look nice,” Wolf grumbles and Hawk nods at me. Seems they got hit by the stupid stick today also. Glad I’m not the only one.
“Thank you, but you have to thank Shay, she did all the work.” I smile sweetly at them.
“I sure did, but I found she has a good base to work with. Speaking of which, I need to take off. I have someone working with me on another matter.” She winks at me, making me snort. I know what she’s talking about. She has a booty call, as she stated earlier that day, waiting for her.
“See ya later, Shay. Thanks for everything.”
“Right back atcha’, hooker. Be good.” Both men talk for a second with her while I put the food on the table. It isn’t much, just a simple chicken casserole and a salad with rolls we picked up at the small bakery on the way home.
“Looks like quite a spread, I’m gonna wash and be right back.” Both men take off to the back room and come back a few minutes later. Which works out in perfect timing for me since I grab a beer for them and a small glass of wine for me. I sit and wait for them to finish.
“Looks good,” and before I can say anything else they dish up their plates. Hawk notices and then my plate is gone, replaced with what I think is his. I start on my salad and notice they don’t have any in their bowls.
“Something wrong with the salad?” I ask.
“No, its fine, cheer, you see we ain't used to eating them. But since you cooked, we should.” He sends a glare to Hawk, who grumbles about rabbit food and makes a small bowl. We eat in silence for what feels like hours before Hawk starts to talk. I notice his voice has a whole different tone than Wolf’s. Hawk has almost a radio voice, soothing, calm, and sexy. Whereas Wolf’s is deep, growly, and also sexy. Who am I kidding? Both men ooze sex appeal no matter what they do. Maybe my small little friend that Shay had bought me in town will come in handy tonight.
“We came up with a plan. We have someone, who was born in Bostwick, in town gathering information. He is going to see what he can come up with and maybe even get us a lead.”
“That’s great. Is he really from there, you know the town? You’ve seen them and how they, you know, treated me.” It’s Wolf who growls this time.
“We’re sure. It’s Eddy Maroon. We were deployed together. He’s on our side.”
Huh, I didn’t take them for military men. By the look of them both, I thought maybe cops who got mad or maybe mix martial arts, but not the military. Maybe it’s the hair.
“I know who Eddy is.” He use to go to the same high school as me, though he was more popular.
“Good. Now all we need is for you to show us areas Andrew talked about, if you remember any. But we can wait until tomorrow for that. I don’t think he’s going anywhere for a while. If he is using the town, most likely he is going to plot how to get you and that takes time.”
I once again nod. Wanting to switch topics to something more pleasant, I ask them questions.
“Are your real names Wolf and Hawk?” Hawk chuckles and Wolf laughs.
“In a way yes. I don’t go by my real name much. Ever. Since we were kids, we got the nicknames. My real name is Beauregard LaRue, but I go by Boa with my kin, and Hawk is really Remy DeBlanc. Can’t get more Louisianan than that. But being that we used to hunt, still do sometimes, in the swamplands for gators or whatever we needed for money, we developed new names. My mom gave us the name, said it fit our animal spirits, so Wolf and Hawk fit us. And before you ask, no my mom is no longer alive. And yes, I’m sure I don’t want to talk about it right now.” Huh, I would have never thought they would actually have real names. I mean sure, it fits them perfectly, but to hear they have normal names like me was nice. But my heart breaks hearing about his mom, and from the look on his face, he loved her a lot. But, I know some subjects are touchy to people, so I let it go.
“Not what I was expecting,” I chuckle as I sip my wine, trying to keep the conversation light. The sweet red wine I picked up today is amazing. I normally drink what’s on sale, but there is something to say about spending a little more for a better product. I listen as they both talk about basic training and how tough it was, and how they met Gunner and Snake, the other people in their business. I definitely have more respect for them than I had before.
“So you see, chéri, we have done everything together.” Suddenly the image of being between the two of them in an animalistic sandwich has me squirming in my seat. My new panties start to get soaked from my arousal.
“Oh I see. Well you know what they say—sharing is caring, or some shit like that.”
“We enjoy sharing our toys, doll, and the toys like it too.” I totally caught their double meaning. I can’t sit here anymore. Standing up, I grab my plate and take it into the kitchen rinsing it before I place it in the dishwasher. I can’t face them right now, not when my horny level went from non-existent to smoldering. I’m terrified that a single touch might set me off. It is totally the new toy night for me. But as I think about it, it would be kinda weird playing with myself in someone else’s bed, especially when he is one of the people I will be imagining playing with. Shit, time to think. Hmm, well maybe once they are asleep. I can pretend to go to bed, read a little and maybe one of the storybook heroes can come and take their place. Fat chance that will happen, but a girl can hope, right?
“We can finish cleaning, chéri.” I didn’t even hear Wolf come up behind me until his hands held my shoulders. “You can soak in the tub, I heard women like that kinda thing.” And he would be right. Neither of my apartments had a bath big enough for me, hell even this one didn’t. I swear they make tubs for sticks or small children. Lord forbid a normal sized woman actually want to take a bath and relax. But since he was offering I can use this as the excuse, I need to leave. Plus, I can just sit and read. I can at least do that part.
“Sure thanks.” I spin
and plaster what hopefully looks like a sweet smile, instead of an Oh my god I want you now smile. He nods and I walk my way around him to see that Hawk is eating a second helping and almost finished the casserole. Holy shit, at least know I know food won’t get wasted, or have leftovers.
“Enjoy your bath.” He nods as he takes another drink of his beer. I, unfortunately, can’t help but follow his action. The bottle reaches his lips, which are full, and I can only imagine what they would feel like on my nipples. Shit, I jump when he catches me watching him, and the bastard winks. Fuck me.
I quickly, well quick for me, make it to the backroom. The bags sit on a corner where I had placed them. I dig through one and find the new body wash and grab my Kindle, making my way to the bathroom. But the closer I get, the more I can see this might not work. Ignoring my inner fat chick, I start the water, making sure it’s scalding hot, before I start to strip off my clothes. I carefully fold them then set them on the sink. Grabbing the body wash, I make my way to the tub. It won’t be that bad. I set my Kindle down and put my foot into the hot water. It feels amazing, and then I lower myself into the tub. Okay, so I do fit, but just barely. It’s like those luxury tubs where people of normal size can soak for hours and wash the day away. I can’t lay down, but I can let my sore feet soak.
I would normally shave my legs, but Shaylene had other ideas when we did makeovers. Such as waxing. Damn that shit hurt like a bitch. But I have to admit I love the finished product. I never thought that being smooth and bare everywhere would feel so sexy, and naughty. But Shay said everyone does it, I know, I know. I can just hear all those moms out there remembering the same old saying, “If they jump off a bridge would you jump too?” But the truth was growing up how I did, yeah I would. But now, I’m starting to stand on my own two feet. It’s Shay, or maybe it is the two hot men in the other room that makes me feel as if I’m going to be okay. It’s amazing how in less than forty-eight hours my world was a mess and now I am taking it back. Maybe it is just the shots, or the wine talking. Either way, I really don’t give a shit anymore.
However, this sets me off into a fit of giggles. Whatever the reason, I feel better. This is a brand new start for me. I have a new job—well I think I do, for now at least. I have a new look that for once in my life I feel sexy and flirty, and now my new toy.
Grabbing my Kindle, I turn it on and find a sexy book written by a new author from my favorite publishing house. DeCota A. Jayme’s books are amazing, well the first few pages are. The water starts to turn cold, but sadly, my libido is burning. Getting out of the bath I dry then pull on one of my new nightgowns. It isn’t anything super cute, but a simple cotton dress. I love it, but Shay said it would never get me laid. Ha, like that was going to happen anytime.
I climb into bed and can still smell Wolf’s soap on the sheets. I should have asked for clean ones, but something about his smell, as well as Hawk’s, makes me feel safe. Closing my eyes, I do my best to try to slow my breathing down to sleep, but it doesn’t do anything. Errr, this totally sucks. I hadn’t had sex in, God, what, like three years now. It had been a while before I met Andrew, and even then, I never felt the zing or even a fizzle in my girly bits. Nothing. It was as if my pussy had frost bite and hid. Next time I will listen to my body.
However, right now it’s screaming at me to ease the ache between my legs. So I get out of bed and slowly make my way to the door. Opening it carefully, I look and see Wolf sleeping on the couch and no Hawk. The apartment is all quiet, so as long as I am quiet, I am gonna play. I find the bag that I hid in my bag Hawk brought and pull out the large vibrator. It’s purple, and a lot larger than I would normally buy. I originally wanted to get the small little bullet, but Shay said a real man is bigger than a clit stimulator. So I ended up picking one that looked like a cactus. It has a big vibrator in the middle with a small anal stimulator and a clit stimulator as well. I wasn’t sure about the whole anal things, but according to Shay and everyone in the shop who had to give their opinion said there is nothing like it. So why not throw caution to the wind, or the batteries in the vibrator anyway.
Climbing under the covers, I close my eyes and let my imagination run wild. It doesn’t take much and I click on my new toy, which has yet to find a name. It doesn’t take long for me to start to imagine everything.
“What do you want, chéri’?” His husky voice is right at the base of my neck as he kisses his way down. Wolf’s lips are soft yet firm as he latches onto one of my breasts. The sweet smell of Hawk hits me as he nips at my ear.
“Come on, doll, tell us what you want. Do you want us to do this?” And unexpectedly a finger starts to rub my clit making me shoot of the bed. But Wolf and Hawk hold me down. Wolf is feasting on my breasts, one after the other, drawing out long loud moans. Hawk moves yet again, but not his fingers, no, his mouth. Suddenly I am spread wide open and I watch, helplessly, as he lowers his head, not taking his eyes off me as he licks my clit slowly. The feeling is exquisite. But the more he does it, licking, sucking, nibbling on my pussy, I struggle to move to watch them, but I surrender to their wicked ways.
Over and over the double stimulation is almost overwhelming. But Hawk suddenly adds a finger and pushes it in and out of me in a slow leisured movement. I go to cry out, but Wolf seals his lips over mine, silencing me once again. It doesn’t take much and I cry out my release. But as I look at both of them, slowly stripping out of their clothes, I hear my name being called.
“Zoey?” shit someone is calling my name.
Shit, I snap my eyes open and hear someone knocking on my door.
“Umm yeah,” I quickly remove my new friend and hide it, pulling the covers up and over me.
“You okay?” Wolf’s voice sounded behind the door.
“Yeah, sorry.”
“I heard you cry out, you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, sorry, I umm, stubbed my toe going to the bathroom.”
“Oh, okay, well let me know if you need anything.” I hear Wolf walk away from the door, and I growl in frustration. Shit, it wasn’t nearly as long of a dream as I wanted to have, but hell if this little toy wasn’t the best thing every. I think Frenchie and I will be good friends. I giggle one last time as I put him away and fall into a deep sleep.
Chapter Nine
Wolf
The night I caught Zoey playing with herself had been hell, and that was three nights ago. I could partially taste Zoey’s arousal and then, her crying out as she came. I knew what she was doing, I’m not stupid. But hell, my cock was so damn hard I practically had to throw ice down my drawers. It’s been three days since then, and we had some luck with Eddy. He said that someone was boasting and bragging about burning down Zoey’s house and that Andrew was a fool for wanting to be with her. No clue on where he is hiding or who he is hanging out with, but it will all come to light soon.
As for Zoey, well she has been amazing in the office. For the first time in a long time, Hawk and I have fresh coffee that isn’t crunchy, or that we have to buy. Her new system with entering everyone into the computer when they come in has saved on paperwork. Although we are on the hunt for Andrew, we still have a few other cases to deal with. Such as today, we need to go grab someone who likes to hit his wife. It’s an easy show up and take him into custody. Guys like this make me mad, but then again anyone who wants to hurt women and children did the same thing. It came from when my Aunt Clara was dating a man after my uncle died. Shaylene would always beg to come over and spend the night. It wasn’t until we wanted to go swimming, and she didn’t that we knew something was up. My mom, didn’t say anything other she just didn’t want to. But I found her crying on my dad’s boat. Hawk walked right over to her, and lifted the back of her shirt and small welt marks covered her back. It seemed her mother new boyfriend didn’t like her around so much, and when mom would leave he would hit her. At sixteen, both Hawk and I were pretty tall, and from fishing, stronger than most, so we planned to kill him, well after we told my dad. As soon as we
got to my Aunt Clara’s house, we found him, drunk on the couch. Hawk didn’t think, but went and punch him in his junk, then I started. It took my dad, and a few of the neighbors to pull us off. He was a mess when the cops came, but in the end he went to jail. And Aunt Clara and Shaylene were safe again.
Then everything with Iraq and using children and woman as bombs or shields. I just didn’t understand how a true man would cower behind a woman, or child, then hit or beat them. They both were meant to be protected.
“You stay here, chéri, we will be back soon.” She nods, but doesn’t look up from her desk as she types something out.
“Be good, and Shay is only a call away, as are we. Keep the door lock.” Again, she nods. Not what I want. Walking over to her, I wait until she looks up at me, almost startled.
“I’m good. I know, lock the door, keep the curtains closed, let the phone go to voicemail, and I can work on typing things out. We have been through this several times. I know how to be careful, guys. Now go work, so I can too.” She’s getting more confidence since she came to stay with us too. I like it.
“Good girl.” Except she rolls her eyes at me. “Oh, chéri, one thing you should know, I don’t like eye rolling, it’s disrespectful.” Her eyes widened. “Do it again and I will tan your ass, ya’ hear?” She nods again.
“Say it, Zoey, I want to hear you say you understand.” Her short breathy yes comes out as almost a plea. “That’s my good girl.” But being so close to her I can smell her sweet strawberry soap, and it makes my mouth water, or it could be today she has some type of shiny lip gloss on that makes her lips look like she has licked them. I lower my head to kiss the top of hers, holding her face between my hands, but as I finally make contact, I keep going. First her forehead, then her cheek, then the other, the corner of her mouth. Her small little gasp is the last of my undoing and softly I rub my lips back and forth on hers, getting my first taste of her. She is so responsive, but before I can deepen it, the phone rings. Shit, what am I doing? I can’t fuck her. Damn it. I back up and tell her to let it go to voicemail before walking out the back and shutting the door.
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