Putting my foot in the water, it’s hot and damn if it doesn’t feel good. I slide all the way in and could burst at seeing how there is even room for another person. I click off the water, and as much as I would love to sit and read, my body is too relaxed. Rolling up a small towel, I stick it behind my head and close my eyes enjoying the sweet scent of jasmine.
“Zoey?” I open my eyes and Wolf has come in the bathroom.
“Hey what’s up?” I go to sit up, but as I do I forget I am naked and covered in bubbles. Wolf doesn’t say anything, but looks at me. As I follow his line of sight, I want to do a fist pump. Right now, I look like those women in the magazines with bubbles covering her boobs just right. I have to admit, as large as my girls are, they look pretty hot like this. “Wolf?” I say his name again.
“Oh, sorry, I got you some wine.” Handing me the glass, I take it from him, but he doesn’t look away. I take a sip and I wonder what would happen if I challenged Wolf.
“Hey, you wanna join me?”
“You want me to get in your bubble bath?” I can see his crooked grin and I see that this is gonna work in my favor.
“Well it’s such a shame to have all this room, and I just might need someone to wash my back.” I bat my eyelashes at him, hoping maybe it looks flirtatious.
“Well it sounds like a big job, but it’s a good thing I’m man enough to be able to handle it.” And like a flash of light, he strips out of his jeans and jumps in, the water splashes out, making me laugh.
“You know this is my first bubble bath.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, in case you missed it, I’m a man, and we just don’t do bubbles.”
“Well, you can join me anytime,” I say.
“Sounds like a plan.” He shifts so now I am sitting between his legs, his arms wrapped around me. “You know I like this.” His hands start to pop the bubbles, but as he does, they start to rub against my nipples, making them hard. “Because it means I can do this.” Suddenly his legs lock around mine and pins them under his, pulling them open. I gasp at this move, and he just chuckles. “You’ve been a good girl, so I think it’s time for a reward.” As he says this, his nimble fingers starts to move south to my pussy. I close my eyes as he bites my neck, then licks the sting away and his thumb starts to rub my clit. Surrendering, I am captive beneath the bubbles; I start to feel the now familiar build inside me. I need to come. Over and over he kisses my neck, my ear, as his hand rubs my clit and slips a single finger into my sex. I whimper while he continues his slow torturous play. “Come on, chéri, come on my fingers.” He pushes another finger in and increases the pace. I can’t hold on anymore. After the teasing earlier, the butt plug and now this, my body is wound tighter than a rubber band ball. I cry out and come, sagging into his arms, down into the bubbles. I close my eyes and relax as Wolf releases my legs. But as I do, I realize that no matter what happens after Andrew is caught, I can never go back to any other man, or men. No one will ever compare to both of them.
Chapter Nineteen
Zoey
I understand their need to use the plugs, I do, but this is now a third size, and it’s larger than the one Hawk made me wear to bed last night. We are on our way home. After the bath, Wolf carried me, yeah I know right, he’s strong, anyway, he carried me into the bedroom where Hawk had actually lit candles and sweet piano music played. It was beyond romantic. However, what we did in that room was anything but hearts and flowers, more like a flogger, feather, and rope. I’m not complaining, but boy, I never knew my body could bend that way. After the second plug was put in place, each of them had their wicked ways with me. I really don’t know how I’m going to take them both. I know I’m larger than a lot of people, but my girly bits are normal size.
Wolf’s phone rings distracting his silence. “Wolf. Yeah we are on our way back, gotta check out a lead this afternoon. Wait what? Are you kidding me? Sure I’ll be there as soon as I can.” And he clicks off the phone. I can hear the tension in his voice.
“Wolf, everything okay?” I ask hesitantly
“We had a visitor last night at the shop. Nothing seems to be broken into, but a white bear was sitting by the door, with a picture.” Andrew. Just when I thought things were going so well, now this shit. Damn, and here a little over a week and reality rears its ugly head, killing every ounce of happiness I have.
“Snake and Gunner were in the office. They were talking about taking some bonds to help a bail bondsmen out, when they left for five minutes and came back, they spotted it. But the bear isn’t the issue. It’s the picture.” Shit, he did say picture.
“Do I wanna know?” Because I don’t know if I can take anymore shit right now.
“Not sure. Let’s not worry about it until we get there.” Wolf is trying to be reassuring, but all I want now is to lock myself away and say fuck you, but I can’t. I’m a whole lot stronger than that now. Both Wolf and Hawk have shown me that I can be more than a scaredy cat. I nod and look straight ahead, as we fly through the back roads home.
Wolf gets us back to the office in an hour, thanks to his lead foot and no red lights. Gunner and Snake are sitting inside, one on the couch, and the other at my desk. Gunner smiles at me before he stands and hugs me, engulfing me.
“It’s all good, suga, we gonna get him, I promise you that.” Shit, something must be up if Gunner is being nice. I make my way to my chair, sitting and waiting to hear everything. When no one starts to talk, I growl in frustration.
“Seriously I’m gonna be fine. But I need to know what the picture is.” I had time to think about all this on the drive back to the shop, and I want to know.
“Well you see, it’s umm.” But no one says anything but they exchange looks.
“Spit it out.” To emphasis my point, I put my hands on my hips like I would if I was scolding a small child.
“It’s a picture of you at the shop with Shay,” Snake says while he actually hands me a cup of coffee.
“So, that’s not a big deal.”
“Yeah, we wouldn’t think that either, but they are of you at the certain shop, trying on things. But it’s what’s in your hand. Something purple.” Gunner looks down, as if he is embarrassed. Then it hits me, the sex toys.
“Umm, okay, so does it say anything, or just a picture?”
“We will get to play soon,” Wolf says as he wraps his arms around me. Damn it Andrew just won’t go away!
“Okay, well sure, he saw me toy shopping. But you know what, he’s a coward. He’s too chicken shit to come to me, but leaves a goddamn bear trying to scare me. I’m so fucking sick and tired of this shit.” My blood is boiling mad. How dare he do this to me, to people I am starting to care about. Then it hits me, he wants me, no one else. I should leave and make sure he is out of my life completely before I move on.
“Calm down, baby. You’re doing what he wants you to do. I can see the wheels spinning in your little head. Stop it. He is a piece of rat shit under your boots. Ignore him.” Hawk kisses the top of my head and turns to the others. “Can ya hang out for a bit? We have some people coming in. Simple shit, Zoey already put it in the computer.” I stand there, feeling like an idiot as they talk for a minute. I’m so not in the mood. Maybe I just need to work, but as I make my way to my chair, Wolf grabs my arm and starts to drag me away.
“We’re going home, chéri.” Looking between him and Hawk, I can see they are both dead set on me going and not arguing. And really, I’m just not in the mood. But when I go to sit down in the truck, something pokes at me, and I do mean pokes in me. Damn butt plug. Home at last and the guys grab the bags and I head inside.
“So why are we home and not at work?”
“Break,” Hawk states plainly.
“Really?” I ask, shocked.
“Yup. Why don’t you change into something comfy and I’ll get us some drinks.” Being this was odd for them, I go into the back room. I quickly grab my yoga pants and stretchy tank top before heading into the bathroom. Sin
ce this is number three for plugs, I’m kinda getting used to taking them out. I slide it out, wincing slightly at the new feeling of being empty before I wash it and set the thing on the counter. I pull off my jeans and top, before sliding on my comfy pants. I love these things. For a larger woman these hide all the bumps, and actually make my bubble butt somewhat flattering. However, the front not so much. But I don’t give a shit right now. Both men have seen me naked, and touched everywhere that is more than a handful. Unable to stop the blush that creeps over me, I remember all the sweet kisses, and the various hickies and bite marks covering my skins. Deciding that I really don’t want a bra on, I slip my hand behind and snap my boulder holder off, taking a deep sign when the girls bounce free. Shirt on, hair pulled up into a messy bun, I make my way to the living room. Hawk is sprawled on one side of the couch, and Wolf on the other. Not wanting to upset either, I sit in the middle. This is the first time I don’t really know what to think about us. I mean, how many people have ménage relationships that actually work. What would people say? Sure, they would see me with them and think they were only with me out of pity. What if one gets jealous, and they fight, can I pick one over the other. Damn, why didn’t I think if any of these damn things?
“Hey, baby, stop thinking.” Hawk tugs on my hair and I realize both men are looking at me and not the TV.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay, chéri. Here, put your feet on my lap and I’ll rub them.” But the choice is taken away from me when Hawk shifts me so I lay on him, and my feet fall on Wolf’s lap. Okay, so maybe they don’t have issues, but I guess it’s one of those things only time will tell.
Hawk puts on some cop movie with a lot of action, which keeps my mind occupied. At some point Hawk leaves to grab some food. Personally, I don’t have an issue with cooking, but he said he wants us to just relax today. I use this time to snuggle into Wolf, enjoying the time we have.
“You know, you never have to choose, right?” I lift my head and look at him in confusion.
“Me or Hawk, there is no competition. We both care for you, you’re ours. Sure, we will fight and get pissed at each other, but that doesn’t mean we won’t find a way to work it out. Plus it will never be about our relationship. So stop worrying. I know that’s what you’re doing.” Damn, how the hell did he know? I nod and this pacifies him as his head lowers, kissing me softly. The sound of the door opening stops us and I look to see Hawk walking in with Chinese food. Damn, a man after my own heart. But I also spot another bag.
“Dessert.” Winking at me, he walks to the kitchen and sets everything up. The day and night is peaceful. We talk about things that don’t spin around work, but us. As the day turns to night, I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. I must have fallen asleep as the bed shifts beneath me. I spin to see Hawk and Wolf getting out of bed.
“What’s wrong? Everything okay?” It’s odd for both of them to leave.
“Nah, babe. The silent alarms are going off at the office. We have police on their way, just wanna make sure everything is okay.”
“Both of you need to go?” Something isn’t sitting right with me. It seems too odd.
“It’s okay, chéri. These things happen. But half the time they need us both there to check in and such. Gunner and Snake are hunting down a lead. We’re only going to be gone an hour at the most. Go back to sleep.” Wolf leans over and kisses my forehead, and Hawk kisses my lips, leaving me empty and longing for more.
“Go back to sleep.” His commanding presence is always there. “When the guys call, we’re sending them to keep a lookout downstairs.” It looks like he wants to say more, but he turns and leaves. Closing my eyes, I listen to the door as it shuts before allowing sleep to take me.
Keys, banging, crashing. What the hell is that noise? I call out, but no one answers. Looking at the side clock, I see its well after two in the morning. Grabbing the small burn phone, I find the number to Hawk.
“Zoey?”
Whisper, I answer, “Please tell me the guys are at the apartment and it’s them banging around.”
“No, we just saw them leave to go there, why what’s going on?”
Okay, so panic is starting to seize me, it’s someone else. I don’t answer just yet, but make my way to the bathroom, shutting the door as quietly as possible.
“Damn it, Zoey, answer me.”
“Someone is here,” I say, doing my best to hold myself together, because now was not the time to freak out.
“Fuck.” That was all I heard and someone turned the knob on the bathroom door. I couldn’t help but keep a whimper from escaping. “Baby, hold on, were coming.” Just as the words escaped, someone starts banging into the door shifting it. Looking around the bathroom, there is nothing to defend myself with but the toilet lid. But just as I make to grab it, the door shatters and a large frame fills the doorway.
“Little birdy can’t hide forever.” I don’t know the voice, but he grabs my arm. Spinning, I strike him with my fist. Although it doesn’t do any good but make him grunt. He releases me quickly and a flash comes out of nowhere. Thinking someone has turned on the lights, instead pain starts to emulate on my cheek. He slapped me. Falling backwards, the tall figure kicks me in the side making me cry out. I do my best to kick and get away, but he grabs my foot and starts to pull. “He never said you were a wild cat. Might be fun to clip your claws later.” I grab the doorframe while he tries to tug me out of the bathroom door. I’m not going without a fight. I got enough leverage to kick him in the balls, making him double over. Using that to my advantage, I stand and run to the kitchen, where Wolf showed me a gun was kept. However, I never make it as the asshat grabs my hair making me scream and fall back into him. “Don’t fucking piss me off, bitch! I’m already in a bad fucking mood.” His nasty hand clamps over her mouth. Unable to stop the tears falling from my face, he struggles as he tugs me to the door. “Stupid fat bitch, why can’t you be smaller, I can’t fucking carry your large ass.”
But in the stillness of the dark, I see two more figures standing there.
“Let her go and maybe we’ll let you live,” Wolf growls. Oh thank God, but the guy holding me tightens his hold on me.
“Don’t think so, fuckers, she’s coming with me. She has been nothing but a pain in our asses since day one. Don't move, or I’ll snap her neck!” To prove his point, he slides his hand around my neck squeezing. Damn, he isn’t kidding. He applies more pressure and as he does, I see both men move slowly forward. His grip gets tighter as everything starts to sparkle with bright dots and bright flashing lights fill the air. Wonder what those are? But before I can figure anything out, I fall into my techno colored dots and fade away.
Chapter Twenty
Wolf
My heart stopped when Hawk took the call from Zoey. I have never been so scared. Sure, we have had some scraps, but it was normal for our line of work, and when we were in the Corp, but it was nothing like this. This was different. And to add insult to injury, the punk kids who broke in and spray painted our office was a decoy. But as we enter the apartment, I see Zoey, still in her sleep clothes, but her top is ripped at her shoulder. The apartment is dark, but I can see her through the small light from the kitchen stove. My blood runs cold and instincts take over.
Looking down at Zoey as she lay unconscious doesn’t sit well with me. Hawk and I both end up firing at the fucker, one shot in the leg, one in the shoulder. He will live, but not without a permanent reminder of what he has done. But right now, my mind is on the woman in his arms. She has a nasty bruise forming on her cheek, and other scrapes and cuts.
Hawk leaves the asshat bleeding while he walks over to us and speaks, “They’re coming. Damn her cheek looks bad.”
Hawk responded, “Yeah, you know it was a trap right?”
“Kind of figured that out when the kids looked too smug for my taste. We can’t dwell on that now.” I can tell he is pondering something in his mind, but I get a chance to say it before he does.
“
We need to take her somewhere.”
“Yup.”
“Really that’s all you got, yup. Come on, Hawk, she was fucking—oh hey there, chéri,” her eyes start to flutter open and my heart starts to leap with excitement.
While trying to sit up she asks, “Is he dead?”
“No, just hurt a little.”
Her eyes got large looking around the room, “Did you miss or something. He should be dead.” Hawk snickers.
“See, there’s my girl.” The cops and paramedic come in and things proceed into a flurry of activities. The EMTs come and take the fucker, who Hawk found out is Andrew’s cousin, as are the kids at the office. Zoey refuses to go to the hospital via ambulance, thinking it would get her out of going, but I’m driving her.
Hawk plans to meet us there. Sitting in the exam room, the doctor orders x-rays of her cheek and ribs. So far, she is in good spirits despite what she just went through.
“Well, young lady, your lucky nothing is broke. Just some bruises and scrapes. Your jaw should feel better in a few days, ribs however will hurt longer. I’m gonna give you some pain medication, but take it when you need it. Ice your cheek and ribs. Are there any other questions you have for me?” I wait to see what Zoey says, but she shakes her head as the doctor pats her leg. Handing me her prescription and what to watch out for information, we wait for Shay to arrive. When Shay does show, ten minutes later, she doesn’t hesitate to lay into me about not leaving someone behind to look out for Zoey. I just smile and listen, knowing that her concern for her friends were that important to her. I look at Zoey waiting for her to defend me, but Zoey is more excited about Shay bringing her some clothes. Soft fluffy blue pajama pants and one of my sweatshirts. Zoey had worn them at one time and said she liked wearing something that made her feel small. Needless to say, she was spanked for that comment, but I admit I love seeing her in them. Now that we are dress and ready to go, we check out of the hospital and make it to the truck. Hawk is standing there with coolers and a bag in the bed of my truck, and two cups of coffee.
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