Kenney, Laina - Overwhelmed [DIG Security 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Laina Kenney

  Carolyn moaned in embarrassment and covered her face with her hands.

  “He wants to announce the engagement at some big party her mom is having on Friday,” Isaac continued, his voice heating with every word.

  Grange was appalled. Arranged marriages were common in many parts of the world, but not in Texas. This stunning news was definitely an emergency.

  “No,” he said flatly. This was the nightmare that he and Isaac had discussed not an hour ago—Carolyn marrying some manicured executive who wouldn’t see her for the treasure she was, Carolyn forced to keep her zest for living hidden until the flame died out altogether. Carolyn having a child with someone else.

  Grange felt Carolyn’s eyes on him and realized that he was cursing viciously. He had a reputation for being cold and contained in a crisis, but his feelings for this woman were too hot to keep behind that wall of ice which had served him so well in the past.

  “No, Carolyn,” he said again, fighting to keep his voice even.

  She sat up straighter in her chair. “Well, I already told my father that I wasn’t about to attend that dinner,” she replied coolly, seeming to take exception to his command.

  “Or get engaged on Friday,” Isaac insisted through his teeth.

  “I refused that as well,” she said, “although why that should be any of your business—”

  “It’s our business,” Grange and Isaac said at the same time. They looked at each other, and Isaac nodded.

  Grange approached Carolyn and crouched before her chair. He took her cold hands in his warm ones and searched her eyes.

  “Cara, everything about you is our business.” He held up a hand, forestalling her instinctive protest. “You can argue all you want later, but please do us the courtesy of hearing us out first. Please take the rest of the afternoon off, and we’ll pick you up at seven for dinner.”

  Carolyn looked into his wolf-pale eyes and seemed to read the hope in them. He thought her emotions would still be seesawing after the events of the day, and almost expected a quick, negative reply, but when she opened her mouth to reply, no sound came out. He knew her well enough to wonder if the hope that he couldn’t hide from her would give them their chance. Under her tough and capable exterior, he knew she had a soft spot for both of them.

  She nodded slowly, as if she wasn’t quite sure about his proposal but couldn’t come up with an immediate reason to say no.

  Well, it wasn’t a resounding yes from Carolyn, but Grange would take what he could get at this point. He squeezed her hands briefly, and rose to his feet.

  “Seven,” he said, and he turned and walked to the door.

  “Seven,” Isaac repeated, bending to brush a kiss across her cheek and then another across her lips. Before she had a chance to even respond, he too was rising, and he strode from the office with a grin and a wink, whistling under his breath. The jaunty sound faded as he moved off down the hall.

  Grange followed, feeling like he should be whistling himself.

  Chapter 4

  An hour later, feeling like her world had suddenly turned itself inside out, Carolyn was sitting in a tub full of bubbles in her apartment and contemplating the bizarre events of her brief day at the office. On top of all the other strange things to happen that day, when she had taken Grange’s advice and tried to leave early, she couldn’t locate her portfolio case. The case wasn’t on the little stand by her desk that she placed it on every morning. A careful habit of years broken. It seemed...wrong.

  A cursory search of the office had revealed the portfolio case open and on the opposite side of the desk. Indulging her instincts, she gave the office a more thorough examination, but everything else was where it should be and nothing seemed to be missing.

  She tried to remember that morning for an explanation as to why she would have left the case in such an unusual spot, but in the flurry of preparations for the arrival of their prominent guest speaker, she just couldn’t be sure.

  Shaking off her suspicions, she reminded herself sternly that the files in her case were not of a confidential nature and therefore of no interest to any thief. It was probably nothing but her own absentmindedness in the face of one of their twice-yearly conference days, and her current sense of worry a result of her appalling confrontation with her father. In the face of that, the displaced case was nothing to worry about at all.

  Still, her instincts were awakened, and she resolved to mention the incident when Isaac and Grange arrived for their date.

  Carolyn shifted in the warm water. She couldn’t quite accept that she was preparing for a date with both of her fantasy men. She could well believe that Grange wanted her, he made no secret of that fact, but Isaac? Not Isaac. He sometimes flirted, almost as if he couldn’t help himself when the opportunity presented itself, but he didn’t really want her.

  There were times recently when she felt that Isaac even resented her. He often glared at her for no reason, and sometimes even turned away when she was speaking. It made her job as business manager for the busy security company difficult, as she had once considered herself friends with all three of her bosses at DIG, and in private her heart ached for his approval.

  This afternoon was perhaps the first time in weeks that Isaac had spoken to her in a gentle voice. That, in combination with Grange’s brief and ferocious lovemaking, had brought the fantasies she had fought against for so long raging back to life as nothing else could have.

  Thinking of Isaac and Grange together—Grange, so tall with his massive muscular build and arctic eyes, and Isaac, leaner, more compact, but just as powerful—made her mouth water and her pussy spasm around its own emptiness.

  Goaded beyond endurance, she squirmed and rubbed her thighs together under the water, but nothing could get rid of the deep, aching arousal of her body. Grange had done his job well.

  In this condition, with her body already hot and wet, she would be irritable, not her usual cautious self, and easy prey for Grange’s plan.

  She didn’t know exactly what his plan would be, but she knew that he always had one. He would take one look at her and immediately know the state of her body, damn him, and his presence would only make matters worse. She tried so hard to hide her reaction to him, but he always seemed to sense it somehow, watching her with his brilliant silver eyes, standing so close that she could smell his delicious masculine scent and feel the heat of his big body. Lord, this afternoon, he had singed her nervous system with his wild intensity.

  Carolyn reached down between her thighs, circling her aching clit with her middle finger, rubbing and pressing softly, trying to find the motion that Grange’s body had produced. He had shot her into orbit so fast that she was still overwhelmed hours later. She couldn’t help but think of the silky feel of his fierce kiss and the way his heated breaths panted in her ear as he jammed her up against the wall. She moaned and circled faster as her other hand moved down her body and pushed two fingers sweetly inside.

  Ah, she had wanted him inside her so badly. Her slick pussy closed around her invading fingers and gripped, but it wasn’t enough. Never enough. She knew Grange was thick, damn it. She had felt it that afternoon, and her pussy knew it was being cheated by her own slender fingers. She pushed her fingers deeper and rubbed furiously.

  The one explosive orgasm earlier in Grange’s office wasn’t nearly enough to get rid of the heat generated so effortlessly by him. And if Isaac’s resonant voice had been the one to interrupt that incendiary office encounter…Carolyn gasped as the deep spasms of her release washed over her, sending her head spinning. She leaned back against the rim of the tub and tried to catch her breath.

  She had a sudden thought, and she blew out a soft laugh as a little smile crossed her face.

  Whatever faults the two men had in person, without a doubt, they were the best fantasy material a woman could ever imagine.

  Chapter 5

  Carolyn took a deep, steadying breath and tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach. She gathered her cour
age and followed Grange and Isaac through one the most exclusive restaurants in San Antonio, then waited for the maitre d’ to seat her at their table.

  The table was isolated from the others by carved wooden screens on three sides with the fourth side open to the darkened hallway, effectively shielding them from the other diners. Golden candle flames danced merrily in tiny mounted sconces, the soft flickering light adding to the sense of intimacy in the tiny room. There were two rooms like this in the restaurant, but they were in such high demand that reserving one took political pull, a significant bribe, or both.

  Seeing the care that had been taken with the preparations, she was grateful that she had worn her best golden silk cocktail dress with the matching strappy sandals, since both Grange and Isaac had shown up at her door wearing tuxedos. The moment she had appeared in the doorway, two pairs of eyes, one dark and one light, had done a slow, appreciative glide down her body and then back up, lingering heatedly at her hips and breasts and then moving up to smile into her eyes. It had the effect of raising her temperature, not with a redhead’s quick temper but with something much more volatile and difficult to control.

  The sight of the two big, gorgeous men in formal dress was enough to cause a spike in the blood pressure of any red-blooded woman, and Carolyn was definitely susceptible. They left her breathless on a normal day at the office, but in tuxes? And with their attention focused on her like laser beams? She didn’t know how she would be able to put together a single thought or carry on a conversation.

  While Grange was speaking with the maitre d’, Isaac seated himself close beside her. He leaned in to nuzzle a kiss on her bare shoulder, then skated his fingers along her arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake.

  “You always smell so good, Cara.”

  Carolyn shivered and pulled away slightly, unsure as always of his true intent.

  He didn’t take offense, just lifted her crystal glass, and let Grange pour the wine into it. The golden liquid glinted inside the delicate cut crystal, and Carolyn accepted the glass without comment.

  Grange must have placed the order already, as Carolyn had barely taken her first sip of the delicious, cool wine before an army of servers began to arrive. The first small tray held a selection of cheeses and sliced fruits, followed by another tray bearing tiny artistically shaped warm rolls with both sweet and savory fillings, and still another tray held warm, creamy vegetable tarts.

  Grange chose several and handed Carolyn a small plate. His fingers brushed against hers lingeringly, and her eyes flew to his. His slow smile was hot, and in his eyes was the memory of their decadent afternoon indiscretion.

  “Grange,” she said, whether in protest or invitation even she wasn’t sure, but he shook his head.

  “Let us give you this night of fantasy, Cara.” His voice was deep and quiet.

  Carolyn melted against the back of her chair, beguiled in spite of herself by the thought of living out her darkest fantasy with the two men who had created their own starring roles in her dreams.

  Feeling shaky, she smiled and reached for an appetizer just so that she would have something to do with her trembling hands.

  During each course, Grange and Isaac kept up a light, bantering conversation, talking about insignificant things, but Carolyn found that it was beyond her capabilities to concentrate on their words. Every time a powerful thigh brushed against hers under the table, or a hand stroked warmly down her arm on the way to the wine bottle, she lost track of the line of speech.

  The stark contrast between the casual, almost meaningless, words and heated physical caresses stimulated her senses until her skin felt too tight and her nipples stabbed against the smooth silk of her gown, begging for more focused attention.

  The two men continued their silent campaign of touch, keeping her close between their big, muscular bodies throughout the beautifully prepared dinner, and by the time dessert arrived, Carolyn was enflamed to a maddening pitch. Her pussy was weeping with need, and she was all but squirming in her seat. It was a measure of her desperation that when Isaac finally slid his hand under her skirt and up to her heated core, she opened herself to him immediately with a grateful moan. When his clever fingers discovered her generous wetness, he muttered a reverent curse and slid one long finger up and in.

  Grange smoothed his lips up the soft inner flesh of her arm, stopping to nip and suck the tender skin on the inside of her elbow. The sensation was electric. Carolyn gasped loudly and clutched his short hair with her other hand.

  Isaac took instant advantage of her inattention to push two fingers inside her creaming heat. He rocked his hand back and forth in a minute motion, and with every shallow entry, he tapped her G-spot and rubbed the tough heel of his hand against her swollen clit.

  Grange reached in and tugged her bodice down, freeing her breasts for his hands. He squeezed and rolled her stiff nipples and massaged the soft mounds, moving in time with Isaac’s rhythm under the table until Carolyn was panting and twisting, aching for a deeper touch. She was at a desperate precipice, with extreme pleasure just out of reach. She couldn’t come with just these torturous caresses.

  “Please,” she moaned brokenly.

  “Tell us what you need,” Grange said, and his normally smooth voice was hoarse and grating.

  She rolled her head against the back of the chair and groaned. She felt as if every nerve ending was sensitized, overloaded.

  “I–I need more. More of everything. Grange, I’m so close.” She could barely get the words out.

  “Good girl, Cara.”

  Grange leaned forward and captured her mouth under his, shoving his tongue deep. At that moment, Isaac added a third finger to his penetration and clamped his strong white teeth on her shoulder. The acute, almost painful increase in sensation sent her spiraling up and over, her mewling cries lost in the pressure of Grange’s kiss. Her pussy continued to spasm around Isaac’s fingers, and he gentled his touch, petting her and spreading the silky fluids of her release along her intimate folds for long moments before slowly withdrawing his hand from between her thighs.

  Grange gradually pulled back from their kiss and looked at Isaac. Dazed, Carolyn blinked at him, trying to follow the direction of his stare.

  Isaac saluted her briefly with the hand that had given her such pleasure a moment before. He grinned at her, then popped his fingers into his mouth, and sucked them clean of her juices, groaning at her taste.

  She blinked, startled by the illicit act.

  “Let’s skip the chocolate and have more of this dessert,” Isaac growled, and her pussy clenched once more in agreement.

  “Isaac?” she said wonderingly.

  “Say yes,” he breathed.

  There was a deep flush along his cheekbones, and his eyes were bright, almost metallic in the flickering light. “God, I’ve waited for this moment for years. We’ve waited. We’re going to pleasure you all night until you’re so exhausted from coming that you beg for a rest from our hands and mouths and bodies. And then when you’re rested, we’ll start all over again. Say yes.”

  He pressed his lips to hers, and she tasted herself on his wicked mouth. It was curiously arousing, and she moaned softly, letting him in to swirl his tongue around hers.

  “Say yes,” he repeated and returned to nibbling and teasing her sensitive lips.

  Her one-word response was a mere whisper against Isaac’s lips, but he must have heard it because his whole body stiffened and drew back to search her eyes for confirmation.

  “We have to get out of this restaurant first,” Grange said, grunting when he stood. “I’ll get the check.” He straightened with a wince. “And bring the vehicle around.”

  The large bulge in the front of his tuxedo was obvious, and Carolyn’s eyes were drawn to it. He seemed to feel the direction of her gaze, and his already impressive erection lengthened farther at the blatant approval in her expression.

  “Hurry,” she said in a smoky voice, and his eyebrows snapped up.

/>   “Jesus,” he said, shaking his head once. “You’d better believe it.” And then he was gone.

  Isaac didn’t speak, just captured her full attention with his mobile mouth and explored her in a searing silence broken only by the sound of their rushing breaths and the whisper of heated silk. Dazed, feeling almost drunk, Carolyn thought distantly that she had barely sampled the golden wine. Ensnared in Isaac’s sensual web, she hardly noticed when Grange returned to them.

  In moments, they were out of the restaurant and at Grange’s black SUV.

  “I need to get a taste,” Isaac said bluntly, pushing Carolyn into the backseat and climbing in behind her. “Drive carefully, buddy. We won’t be wearing seatbelts.”

  With those astonishing words, Isaac proceeded to arrange Carolyn’s body across the bench seat with great sweeps of his big hands. He removed her sandals and tossed them to the floor. He put her hands above her head, with one of her feet against the side window behind him, the other on the floor, and himself firmly between her splayed legs. She whimpered when he tugged her skirt up and tore her lace panties off. His fierce expression and wicked actions teased her senses unbearably. It was her fantasy come to life.

  She was dimly aware of Grange putting the vehicle in motion.

  “Oh, baby,” Isaac crooned, and the heat of his stare on her most feminine flesh caused her pussy to weep for him. He leaned in, swiped his tongue across her rosy slit, and caught the drops in his mouth.

  “Grange, she’s got a beautiful little pussy,” he said thickly, raising his head from between her thighs. “So pink. So pink,” he repeated, as if captivated by the sight.

  Grange swerved, but quickly righted the SUV, muttering under his breath as he pushed the gas pedal to the floor.

  Isaac separated her soft folds with his thumbs and ran his stiffened tongue up and down, up and down, which made her gasp and sob. He nibbled gently at her swollen labia and clit with his teeth until she shivered and burned under his mouth. When her cries escalated with her approach to orgasm, he pulled back, licking and kissing, keeping her poised on the blazing edge of rapture with his unholy skill, refusing to let her fall.