Full Mountie

by Ainsley Booth

  She steps closer and wraps her fingers around the keys. “Okay.”

  “And pack an overnight bag.”

  “Will I need clothes?” she whispers conspiratorially.

  “The weather’s going to be amazing. Maybe we’ll go out at some point.”

  She winks, and yeah, it’s more likely that we’ll keep her totally naked, just as she expects. “Anything can happen.”

  From the main room of the office suite comes a flurry of noise. The prime minster has returned. She brushes past me, and I take a deep breath.

  Probably a bad idea for me to follow with the makings of a hard-on.

  30

  Beth

  Before I left the office, I found a quiet moment to tell Hugh that I was heading home to pack a bag, then going to Lachlan’s. So I’m not surprised when I pull into the driveway and find Hugh leaning against the corner of the house, a lazy grin on his face.

  He’s also been home and changed. He’s wearing a dark grey dress shirt over jeans, and he’s got a pair of aviator sunglasses on, too.

  He looks every inch the irresistible bad boy Lachlan and I adore, and I’m so glad the week is done and we can do this for a night or two.

  I grab my backpack, which he takes from me as soon as I reach him. He tangles his fingers in mine as we walk to the front door, but he doesn’t kiss me until we’re inside. I set Lachlan’s keys on the table once Hugh’s done making me breathless, and we make ourselves at home.

  I really love Lachlan’s place. It’s small, but he’s done some smart things to make it seem bigger, more spacious than it would otherwise look. And he hasn’t been afraid to update it and bring a modern aesthetic to the inside.

  The living room is awesome, the kitchen is amazing…but by far, my favourite space is the giant master bath he’s put in just off his bedroom. I stop in the doorway after tucking my backpack next to Lachlan’s dresser.

  Hugh presses his big, warm body against my back and tugs on the still-damp ends of my hair. I didn’t bother to straighten my bob like I usually do for work. They’ll just muss it up anyway. So I let it air dry and the ends are probably flipping out this way and that.

  “Want another shower?”

  I grin. “With company?”

  “Can never be too squeaky clean.”

  “Mmm.” I twist around and run my hands over his shirt, enjoying the tight ridges beneath. “When Lachlan gets home? We can scrub him head to toe.”

  “Yes. Excellent plan.” He covers my hand with his and brings my fingers to his buttons. Daring me to unwrap him. “Want a drink while we wait?”

  I swallow hard as I undo the first button. His skin is warm and tan, begging for me to stroke him as I reveal each delicious slice. “Yeah. Wine, maybe?”

  “We should go get that,” he says huskily.

  I undo another button. “Yes.”

  “Beth…”

  “I missed you.”

  He takes my hands with a groan and pulls them up his body before he lets me go and drives his hands into my hair. He holds me still as he kisses me ruthlessly. “I missed you, too,” he says roughly. “I wanted to be there Tuesday night when you came in my ear. That was so fucking hot. It’s kind of killing me only doing this once a week.”

  Once a week for an entire depraved weekend. But I know what he means. It doesn’t feel like enough.

  If we were dating publicly, we’d see each other a lot more.

  If we were dating publicly, we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands off each other.

  And Lachlan.

  I ease back and pat his chest. “Let’s…get that wine.”

  He drags in a breath. “Yeah.”

  “He’ll be home soon.”

  “And we have all weekend.”

  “Mmm.”

  We find a bottle of wine and glasses, and lean against the counter as we toast to a night off.

  The minutes tick by, and our resolve to wait for Lachlan remains steadfast, but filthy thoughts manage to intrude into the conversation anyway. As he finishes his glass of wine, Hugh gives me a dirty look. “You could tell Daddy all about your day.”

  I laugh, but the look in his eyes—fierce, hungry, feral—takes my breath away. Interesting. But I’m not in the mood to play games. Not that game, anyway. I cup his cheek and soften my voice, making it sultry and terribly inappropriate. “Or you could tell Mummy about yours.”

  He grunts, and I glance down his body. He lets me check out his growing erection before chucking me gently under the chin. “I’ll take you over my lap.”

  I wink at him. “I’ll take you on your knees.”

  He raises his eyebrows, and I mimic his oh yeah? expression. Our stand-off is interrupted by the front door opening, and we’re laughing hysterically when Lachlan joins us in the kitchen. He wraps his arms around me from behind and drops a kiss on the side of my neck. “What’s so funny?”

  “Hugh’s trying to play sex games instead of telling me how his day was.”

  “That’s because his day was shit. Sex would be my choice, too.”

  “I’m dating teenagers,” I mutter, but I spin around to squeeze Lachlan. “And it was a long week for you guys. I’m sorry.”

  “I need to grab a shower,” he says. “But I bought a whack of stuff for dinner. Let me get that heating up, and then—”

  “We can do that.” Hugh says. He grabs the bag from Lachlan. “What all did you get?”

  “Marinated chicken tenders, a couple kinds of salads, a baguette, and chocolate cake for dessert.”

  “Amazing.” Hugh unpacks. “How do I cook the chicken?”

  Lachlan crosses to him, takes the bag out of his hands, and kisses him hard on the mouth. “You don’t.”

  I take a big sip of wine. Good lord, it’s hot when they touch each other. “Kiss him again,” I urge. “Show him who’s boss.”

  Lachlan laughs. “He’s the boss.” But he pulls Hugh in, exaggerating the kiss this time, slowing it down and making it super dirty for my benefit.

  I. So. Appreciate. That. Effort.

  A weak moan slips out of my mouth as I brace myself back against the counter. “We’ll join you in the shower.” I drain my glass and set it down firmly. “Actually, I’ll get it started.”

  I peel off my top and drop it on the kitchen floor.

  Then I turn and let them watch me walk away. There’s a scuffle, then the fridge door opens and closes quickly.

  By the time I’ve got the shower going, they’re right behind me, stripping down to their birthday suits.

  Excellent.

  After our shower, which uses up all of Lachlan’s hot water and three condoms, we get dressed again—sort of. The guys put on jeans. I pull on one of Lachlan’s t-shirts, and underwear because I don’t want to distract him from the task of cooking me dinner.

  Once it’s ready, he doesn’t set the table. Instead he stacks three plates next to the stove. “Let’s watch a game while we eat.”

  I don’t bother to repeat my gripe about dating teenagers. They won’t care. And really, it’s his house. If he’s comfortable with us eating in his living room, so be it.

  Except two shower orgasms have weakened my usually decent poker face, and Lachlan catches on to me as we settle on the couch. He gives me a grin. “You want us to go back to the kitchen with our plates, don’t you?”

  “I…” I try to relax my spine. “No. It’s all good.”

  Hugh guffaws. Like, out loud, no way does he believe me, hilarious laughter. “Are you uptight about food messes?”

  Lachlan gives him an incredulous look. “How have you not noticed this about her?”

  “I think I was distracted by how addictive her pussy is. Fuck off.”

  I blush. “I’m not that uptight. Or I didn’t think I was. It’s just…the two of you are a lot of testosterone in a small space. And you both piled a lot of food on your plates. I’ll just watch the game and try not to think about food particles flying around, staining the couch and the—”


  Lachlan sets his plate down and reaches for me, hauling me into his lap. “Did you by any chance have a bad day, too?”

  I shake my head, but yeah, maybe. I dunno. “It’s been a long week.”

  “You’re stressed.”

  Hot, unexpected tears prick behind my eyelids and I nod. “Maybe.”

  He rubs his thumb along my jaw and eases me in for a kiss. His lips are soft, coaxing, but beneath my bottom I feel him getting hard again. “What can I do to make that go away for a bit?”

  The possibilities are endless. Sex by itself didn’t take the edge off, clearly. I slide a look over at Hugh, who waves his hand. Your call, he’s saying.

  My mind starts whirring.

  “But you need to eat your dinner first,” Hugh says, still clearly amused. “Here on the couch. Particles flying and everything.”

  “Meanie,” I say softly, but it’s hard to care about anything when Lachlan’s thumb is slowly working its way across the top of my shoulder.

  “You heard the man,” Lachlan murmurs in my ear. “Go be a good girl.”

  I snort. It’s not going to be a Beth is a good girl kind of night. Hugh already got that message earlier. Lachlan might be in for a surprise.

  I’m feeling bossy.

  But I eat my dinner, like a good girl.

  And when they’re cleaning up the kitchen, I head upstairs and start poking around, because I’m also a delightfully bad woman. Newly so and eager to explore more ways to be naughty.

  But I don’t want to tie Lachlan up, exactly. At least, I don’t want to suspend him. I pick through the bag of cuffs and grab the ones I recognize for his wrists.

  Then I turn my attention to the rope. I don’t need the heavy duty stuff Hugh used last time. Instead, I pick a blue bundle that’ll look fun against Lachlan’s skin.

  Yes, I have a plan.

  I skip down the stairs, hitting the bottom landing as they come out of the kitchen.

  “What were you up to?” Hugh asks, his eyes lighting up.

  I hold up the rope. “I have a stress-relief plan.”

  Lachlan groans, but he’s grinning, too.

  I swish past them and head straight to the bedroom.

  “Just what exactly did you have in mind?” Lachlan asks as I hop onto his bed. It really is the perfect size for all three of us. I’m so looking forward to curling up between them tonight.

  But I have an idea to use it for something a little more active first. “I want your hands behind your back, if that’s okay?”

  “Sure.”

  “And maybe tied…”

  Lachlan laughs. “Okay. We don’t need both the cuffs and the rope.” He glances at Hugh. “Do you know how to do a dragonfly sleeve?”

  “I do.”

  Lachlan swings his arms loosely, then brings them together behind his back. “Then I’m yours to bind for the lady.”

  Hugh gives me a grin. “Remember our safewords?”

  I point at Lachlan. “Liquorice.” Then I tap my chest. “Olives. And you’re cabbage. And if anyone wants to slow down, we say cupcake.”

  “Excellent memory.” Hugh holds out his hand.

  I hand him the rope and watch with rapt attention as he finds the mid-point and makes an exaggerated bowtie. Each loop goes over an arm and up onto Lachlan’s shoulders, like he’s wearing a rope backpack. Then Hugh makes a new knot in the long hanging tails, a new bowtie, and those loops go up Lachlan’s arms, too, sitting just above his biceps. The third bowtie goes below the bulging curve of his muscles, the fourth, fifth and sixth on his forearms, so his arms have an elaborate ladder between them.

  Hugh tugs Lachlan back, reaches around to palm his impressive bulge, and whispers in his ear. “Step out of your jeans.” Hugh helps with that, getting in some good gropes along the way.

  Once Lachlan is naked and trussed up, I wordlessly point for him to come to the edge of the bed.

  I wrap my hand around his very hard cock and stroke him gently.

  “I want…”

  His eyes hood as his erection grows in my hand, pulses against my fingers as I jerk him off. “Anything.”

  “Anything?”

  “Yes.” A single syllable, guttural and honest.

  “I want your mouth,” I whisper as I glance up at him. “And I want Hugh to have…whatever he wants.”

  He jerks, his arms straining at the rope binds. “He might want to fuck me.”

  “No might about it,” Hugh says as he joins us, now naked as well. “Is that what you want? Lachlan’s head between your legs, and me behind him?”

  That image floods me with heat and I nod.

  “You are a good girl,” he says, winking as he saunters to the bedside table. He lazily tosses lube and a couple of condoms onto the bed. “Get naked, or it’s hard for Lachlan to lick you up. He doesn’t have any hands to use, you see.”

  I grin and turn my attention back to my tied-up lover. “I do see that. That’s quite the situation you’ve gotten yourself into, baby.”

  Lachlan flexes, pumping his cock through my hand. “I’ll survive.”

  I sigh and let go of him, falling back onto one elbow as I ruck his t-shirt up my body. “I didn’t realize I could tie you up and demand you go down on me. I feel like I’ve been missing out.”

  “Any time you want, beautiful. You don’t even need to tie me up.”

  “But that’s part of the fun.” I pause in my stripping, with just the bottom curve of my breasts showing. “Will you teach me how to do it?”

  “Sure. Not now, though. Show me your breasts.”

  “I’m busy learning about knot work.”

  “Don’t make me beg,” he groans.

  I wiggled out of my shirt, because I don’t need begging, not tonight.

  “Come and kneel in front of me as you take off your panties,” he says hoarsely.

  It’s kind of awkward at first, trying to take off underwear while kneeling and being kissed and nuzzled by a bound man, but as his lips brush over my neck and onto my collarbone, heat skitters over my skin. I bend backward a bit as I lift one knee, then the other, and somehow it works.

  It’s actually crazy erotic, that he can only use his mouth to touch me, and when I tumble backward, he bends at the hips, following me with his mouth.

  Hugh moves around the bed, propping me up with pillows and shifting around as Lachlan kisses and sucks at my breasts, my belly. I think he gives me a hickey on the curve just above my mound, and when I lift my head to see, Hugh sticks another pillow behind me.

  “You don’t want to miss anything,” he says softly as he leans in to kiss me.

  No, no I don’t.

  My legs fall open as Lachlan kisses down the crease from my hip to my thigh, firm enough not to tickle me, and onto the soft skin right at the top of my leg. He rolls his head to the side, pressing his cheek there as Hugh finally gets into position behind him.

  Every muscle in Lachlan’s body is straining, and Hugh taps him on the hip, urging him to relax.

  Lachlan laughs. “Not happening.”

  Hugh winks at me. “Nah, you like it when it’s a bit of a fight.”

  That’s the second time he’s said that, and it makes me squirm in a delicious way.

  But when Hugh settles his hands on Lachlan’s hips, then his ass, there is a change in his body. The tension shifts, maybe, and when Hugh strokes down the crease between his cheeks, Lachlan doesn’t resist.

  “Been a while,” he mutters, his breath hot against me. I slide my attention back to him. His head is still pillowed on my thigh and his eyes are closed. His mouth is right next to my labia, and his next inhale is long and slow.

  I flush with embarrassed heat as I realize he’s breathing in the scent of me.

  And I’m crazy turned on, so…

  Ah. His tongue darts around and licks lightly at my outer lips, then he lifts his head and licks again, finding my wetness this time.

  I spread my legs shamelessly, opening myself wider for hi
m, and I realize I’m going to have to work here, because he can’t adjust his position that much.

  Except then Hugh does something, and Lachlan rocks forward, his open mouth sliding up my sex until his tongue curls around clit.

  I jerk my gaze back to Hugh. He’s got a finger or two inside Lachlan.

  Prepping him.

  And with each slow thrust of his hand, Lachlan licks me.

  “Can you take another?” Hugh asks, and Lachlan groans. I feel the vibration right to my soul. When he nods, Hugh steps back and grabs more lube.

  My eyes must be like saucers as I watch breathlessly. I know the mechanics of it from last weekend, but he’s using more lube than he did for the plug, and I hadn’t actually seen that.

  “That’s so hot,” I whisper as Hugh wrings a grunt out of Lachlan.

  This time when they start shifting back and forth, I match their pattern, rolling my hips and holding myself open so Lachlan can tease my clit better. I’m aching for something more, like his mouth sucking on me, but there’s no point in asking for that until Hugh is actually inside him.

  I glance at the condom and Hugh follows my gaze.

  “Not long now,” he promises. “I can’t wait to get inside him.”

  Lachlan freezes, and I run my fingers over his hair. “Shhh.”

  “Yeah, pet him, that’s good.” Hugh grabs the wrapper and rips it open, the tear of plastic making Lachlan strain against the rope. He surges forward, his forehead rolling up onto my hip.

  I softly rub Lachlan’s head, pressing him against my body as I watch Hugh sheath himself. He takes his time, getting good and hard, then he strokes himself a few times once he’s covered up, spreading the lube around.

  “He’s all slicked up,” I murmur, then I make a soothing sound as Lachlan trembles. “You okay?”

  He nods. “Want it.”

  “Good. I want to watch.”

  He makes a strangled sound in his throat at that. Ooh, a nerve. “Have you ever… been watched?”

  He shakes his head in my lap.

  That’s heady. Heat swells my breasts, pulls my nipples tight, as I think about what a gift this is. “I can’t wait. This is crazy hot.”