Badge Boys
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Ivan laughed. “There’s a K-9 that needs a steak.”
“I’ll send that dog a case of steaks and a few chickens!” she said. “You guys were way off. I was watching the lights.”
They rolled her out to the front door, and Troy stood with her while Ivan got his cruiser. They were officially on escort duty. Troy helped her into Ivan’s car then handed off the wheelchair and fetched his own black and white. The two cars left in tandem and drove Annie straight to her house.
Once she was in, Ivan left her to turn in his car. Annie curled up on the sofa and fell asleep. Troy kept watch until Ivan returned.
“Paperwork?” he had asked when Ivan came in.
“Tomorrow.”
Troy left to turn in his car. Musical trucks
Annie didn’t stir when Ivan scooped her up and carried her upstairs. She was barely awake while he stripped her, got her fresh clothing, and propped her up in bed.
“You need to keep your head up.”
“They don’t think it’s a problem,” she mumbled.
They had done a CT scan. An X-ray. He had checked.
“Need anything?”
“Warm bodies in my bed,” she said, “I missed that.”
“What should I tell the captain tomorrow?” he asked.
“Invite him to the wedding. What the hell. They all know.” She giggled. “I did take aspirin.” She was asleep without further conversation.
Ivan kissed the uninjured and non-bandaged side if her forehead and went downstairs to wait for Troy.
He had to put some food out for the cat. He still hadn’t caught a glimpse of the beast in all these weeks.
A baby and a cat.
He would need to stop by and chat with his parents.
Right after he had that chat with the captain.
Chapter Thirty-Three
This evening was going to be fun. Beautiful. Memorable.
Annie needed this. They had been coddling her too much.
She needed them to understand she was no patsy. She wasn’t showing, yet. She had a real engagement ring on her finger that all three of them had picked out. She had met the parents. Briefly. She had met Troy Junior who had pronounced her a swell girl over chicken nuggets and fries. No one had been told about the baby. That was next. One shock at a time.
The twins had survived the ribbing and locker room jokes after the accident.
The whole thing had made them get a little bit hard to handle.
Time to let them know just whose bed they were in and who was in charge. When she wanted to be in charge, of course.
No call out tonight. Her doctor had said she was perfectly fine.
She had left the two men to disrobe while she stepped into her walk-in closet. Ever competitive, racing each other to strip. Both were fumbling out of the last of their clothing when she stripped down herself.
When she came out more than a few minutes later, after making them wait just a little while she donned a black leather corset, with only fringe covering her sex, they took the time to be appreciative.
Long satin gloves. Red gloves. Thigh-high, hooker-heeled, black boots. Holding a whip. A slapper. She’d done her makeup especially for this with a wild cat’s eye. Black shadow. Black liner. A black leather cap in her hair.
“Holy shit,” said Troy when he saw her.
Ivan was staring at the way her breasts were presented, her nipples erect and proud. Held up. Pushed up by the corset. Uncovered and on display. Her swollen breasts were even larger than before. Her waist cinched in. Her hips flared. She loved the look. She loved the expression on their faces.
“Hope you can handle this,” she purred. Licking her fuck-me red lips, she put one booted foot on the bench at the end of the bed, putting all of herself on display. “Time to take you both to school.” She hit the side of the boot with her whip.
She had on a special musk perfume. Pheromones.
It mingled with her body’s perfume. She was ready for this. Swollen. Wet. Ready.
“Lie down,” Annie said, and pulled out a twin set of handcuffs.
“Oh. My. God,” said the boys in unison. She just loved how cute they were when they did that.
“Wait a minute,” said Ivan. “What did the doctor say?”
“That I should tell your mother,” she smiled as she fastened his right hand into the handcuffs. She fastened his other hand after threading the cuffs through the rope loop she had anchored to the bad frame. He was now immobile. Sort of. She rather thought he could get free if he really wanted to.
“Our mother?” asked Troy as she fastened his left hand into the other cuffs and repeated the procedure. Both men where attached to the bed with their hands over their heads. A pretty picture. Fully on display. For her viewing. Touching. Teasing.
“Your mother,” she said. They must be distracted since they normally resisted this procedure. She took note. Distraction. Usually they only allowed one hand to be secured.
She sat back on her heels, a Cheshire cat grin on her face, a flush on her cheek. She twirled the slapper between her hands.
“Why?” they asked in unison.
“Because I am expecting—twins. Told you, we need a bigger house.”
“Oh. My. God,” said the twins, still in unison, turning to look at each other before they looked back at her. Open mouthed. Alert. Speechless.
She just loved when they did that. She let the leather end of the whip slide up the inside of Troy’s right thigh while she let her left hand slide up the inside of Ivan’s left thigh.
“I have no idea how I’m going to handle them,” she whispered, leaning forward, just enough. She decided on playtime with Troy first. Ivan could only watch. She shivered at the thought of how hot he would be when she got to him. In a few weeks, they’d have to tone it down. But for now?
“Ready, boys?” she asked, trailing her fingers over her folds, then sucking her finger.
Two heads nodded yes, two tongues licked two pairs of dry lips, and both men, well parts of them, stood at full attention.
Annie loved it when they did that. She moved between Troy’s legs, bent down, and swirled her tongue over his cock. Nipped at the tip. Slid her lips over the tip and sucked gently. A promise.
Both men moaned.
Let the games begin.
* * * * *
When she had wrung everything possible out of them, and the men were dozing with her between them in her favorite man sandwich with all the handcuffs and all her leather removed, one thought remained on her mind.
They’d need to soundproof the bedroom.
The End
About the Author
Caliente Morgan is the pen name for an American author who grew up in New England and fled to California after college and stayed there. She also writes under the pseudonyms Lady Morgan and her real name, Donnamaie White. Her books span romance, paranormal, and historical genres, and cross over to the technical textbook world, where she is a five-star rated, best-selling technical author. She has authored a popular blog since the 1990s. Her romance eBooks include the Hot Cop series and a regency series.
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Other Books by This Author
Available wherever eBooks are sold:
HOT COP SERIES
Hot SWAT
Meyer Park
Sinkhole
Collateral Damage
Badge Boys
Close Encounter (June 2016)
REGENCY SERIES
Forbidden
Close Escape
Giselle
Seriphina (June 2016)
PARANORMAL SERIES
The Italian Vampire (end of 2016
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