by Cameron Dane
“You're holdin' my finger so fucking tight, I half think you're comin' already, baby. My cock is already leakin' with excitement for you.” A grunt and the slap of skin on skin worked its way to Sarah. “Won't have to do this dry for long.”
Sarah put her phone on speaker so she could work with both hands. Rubbing back and forth over her tits with one hand, she pulled on the distended tips, sending crazy lines of pleasure to her sex, where the reaction had her channel clenching all around her fingers. “Think about me licking your prick and sucking you up and down, Jas,” she said, lust filling her voice. “I'm opening up as wide as I can, swallowing you until you can feel yourself going down my throat.”
“And then my balls,” Jasper moaned. “Oh yeah.” In her mind, she saw him bowed against the shower wall, alternating between jerking off his cock and fondling his heavy testicles. “Pull on 'em a little bit and make it sting.”
“I'm doing it right now.” She stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked, mingling slurping noises with her shortened breath, right near her phone. “I'm getting them wet with my tongue first and tugging until I hear you moan.” He did, releasing the sexiest low noise she had ever heard. “How does it feel?” she asked.
“Amazin',” Jasper said. A new noise hit her, popping sounds, and she thought maybe he'd ripped open the snaps on his shirt. “I'm so damn hard right now, Sarah. Everythin' we do together is amazin'.”
“I love everything we do too, Jas, and never want to stop. I want to try new things with you.” She slipped farther down in bed, letting her legs fall wide open like a wanton. “Things I'm nervous to admit, but when I'm with you, you make me feel like anything I want is okay.”
“Ain't nothin' wrong with you. Never,” Jasper assured quickly. “Tell me what you want.”
Falling under the cover of his acceptance, Sarah shared the dreams that had filled so much of her days and nights lately. “I want Jace there with us too, taking me at the same time you do but then also having you too. And you him.” Her ardor cooled as her confession hit her, and she realized she was saying these things about another man to the man she loved. “Does that disgust you?”
Jasper didn't say anything for the longest stretch of heartbeats, and the sounds of any movement ceased on his end of the call.
Sarah rolled to the side and shut her eyes tight. Please, God, don't let me have ruined what I have with him. “Jasper?”
“Been thinkin' about stuff like that since we talked about Jace and Caleb a couple of nights ago, if I'm gonna be truthful,” he finally said, his voice hushed. “And then what happened yesterday…”
He spoke, and Sarah started breathing again. “I know,” she whispered back. “Watching you two kiss and then taking me over together… Jas, it was beautiful.”
“I don't know why, but it made me so fuckin' hard, like I am now.” Jasper's voice remained low but thick with passion. “I love you and want you like nothin' I ever felt before, but I can't lie; I liked kissin' Jace too. I liked seein' him help you come. Sharin' it and knowin' what it did to him, because it does the same thing to me.”
Excitement pulsed in Sarah's core once more, and she shifted to her back, letting her legs fall open again. “Ever since you both touched me, since you both had your fingers inside me together, I've been thinking about having your cocks in my pussy.” She bit her lip and admitted, “At the same time.”
He groaned deep, a familiar noise that told her he was back to stroking his cock. “You're so tight, though, baby.”
“I know, but I think I can take it.” Drawing her knees up and folding her legs like a butterfly, Sarah held the swollen folds of her cunt open with one hand and pushed inside her snug, moist sheath with the other, sending the nerve endings in the sensitive tissue into a flurry. “Oh fuck, Jas.” Her toes curled, and she bit back a scream. “I'm getting full with three fingers right now.”
“Jesus, God. Somethin' about you sayin' these things makes me so damn excited. Can you feel it?” Jasper asked, still making sexual noises in between his words. “Both him and me inside you. Right now?”
“I want to.” Sarah fell into a haze of need and let go of herself, ripping into her nightstand to grab a long, slender vibrator. Without turning it on, she used the tip to part her nether lips, working in the first few inches, then kept going, forcing in the rest of the length. “Ohh…ohh my God. You're there. You're fucking me so good.” She pumped the toy in and out of her soaking pussy, releasing more and more slick moisture onto her thighs and the heavy aroma of sex into the air. “Don't stop.”
“You feel so warm and wet, and you're so fuckin' tight, but Jace wants in on some of your sweet honey too. I can feel him nudgin' at your door.” Jasper's breathing hitched and mingled with a long moan. “Oh shit, baby, my balls are killin' me, and I'm so close to shootin'. Can you get him in to play too?”
Sarah scrambled, feeling around on her nightstand until her fingers wrapped around the bristles of her hairbrush. So far gone, wanting to hear Jasper come so badly, she flipped it around without hesitation and lowered the end of the barrel handle to her slit. Her channel rippled with denial as she withdrew the vibrator. Quickly, she lined up the tips of the vibe and the hairbrush handle and started to sink them into her body as one. “Mnn…mmm…oh yeah, yeah.” She sucked in a sharp breath, squeezed her eyes shut and saw both men in her mind, and kept forcing the twin lengths into her clenching cunt. “You're pushing in together. Ohhh…take me, take me together.” She pumped her hips off the bed and sank the rest of the too-thick invasion all the way home. Sharp, deep spasms exploded one after another in her core instantly, and her entire body began to shudder with teeth-chattering release. “Jaaaass!”
“Ahhh fuck, fuc…” The clatter of the phone, probably hitting the floor, faded Jasper's words, but his shout of completion still reached Sarah's ears loud and clear. She imagined his body pulled taut in the throes of orgasm, and spurt after spurt of seed hitting the shower wall as he came. Sarah could see his face and sinewy body so clearly, another shiver rolled through her, and then again as she withdrew the objects from her vagina one at a time and set them on her bed.
An extended minute later, Jasper returned to the line. “Sorry.” A breathless, nervous chuckle filled her ear. “I dropped the phone. Damn.” She couldn't see it but just knew his cheeks were filling with red as he spoke. “I came so much, I'm gonna have to run the shower and clean up my mess.”
Her chest constricting, Sarah ordered herself not to tear up again. “I love your honesty as much as I love your heart and body. You weren't faking,” she said, already knowing his answer. “You really are aroused by the idea of being with a woman and man.”
He sighed, and she pictured him digging his hand into his hair. “I just know I get hard when I think about gettin' with you and Jace. I don't know why.”
“Please come back, Jas.” Sarah couldn't help it, even though she promised herself she wouldn't push him. “We could have this, together, in real life.”
“No. I won't wave you in front of my brother like some flag in front of a bull.” His voice caught, but he finished. “You like Jace. You need to go ahead and be with him now.”
“It's not right with him, without you here with us too.”
Jasper hesitated for the longest series of beats. With her breath held, Sarah thought she had him. Then he said, “I can't. I'm sorry. Good night.” He hung up without letting her say another word.
Dragging her feet, Sarah got up and went to the bathroom to wash up, cleaning herself, the vibe, and her hairbrush handle by rote, her mind still with Jasper and his determination to stay away. She knew—she had to believe, or it would crush her—that he would come around, but he held such strong convictions, she didn't know what would eventually make him change his mind.
After finishing up, Sarah paused to flip on the hallway night-light, and then trudged back to her room. She tossed the vibe and hairbrush on her dresser, and had her robe halfway down her back, when the clicks of th
e front door locks let her know Jace was finally home. Shrugging back into the terry cloth cover-up, she tied the knot at her waist and moved to her doorway, leaning there while she waited for Jace to remove his belts and everything else he always left by the front door.
Jace moved down the hallway, exhaustion riding every step he took. He paused three feet away from her and looked into her eyes. Whether he meant to or not, he let her see all the turmoil and weariness and anger this job imprinted on his soul. His body barely seemed to contain the mass of muscles that roped his frame, and he looked dangerous enough to do damage to a person.
“Jace” and “I need you” came out of her and him, respectively, on top of each other, and suddenly Jace was on her in a shot, forcing her head back and taking her mouth. His kiss tasted of hunger and desperation, and Sarah responded to the need with a flood of her own, kissing him back with equal passion. Jace yanked on the belt of her robe, forcing it open, and then pushed the fabric aside, skimming his hand down her side to clutch her bare hip in his big, bruising hand. Her sex clenched with renewed arousal, and the tenderness of what she'd just done to herself— with Jasper—brought images of the other man screaming into her mind.
Jace pulled on her hair, angling her head for a deeper taking. As much as Sarah wanted to spread her legs and let him devour her in every way, she forced her mouth closed and him out. “Please.” She turned her head, breaking his lips from hers before she drove herself to madness. “Don't do this to me.” Jasper filled her head, making her ache for that loss. “You know how I feel.”
“Right.” Jace's eyes turned dull, deadened, as he cloaked the lapse of control. She felt the stab of rejection she'd delivered him knife deeply in her own heart. “I understand,” he said. His breathing uneven, he backed up to his bedroom across the hall and opened the door. “I apologize. Good night.” He clenched his jaw and disappeared inside.
Sarah slid to the floor on shaky legs, covering her face with her hands as she once again fought tears.
Don't cry; pull yourself together. This is about more than just you. He's hurting; he needs someone for more than just sex but doesn't know how to ask.
Glancing to Jace's half-open door, Sarah listened to the rustle of fabric as the man inside readied for bed. She knew he had trouble sleeping, just as she did. On some nights over the last years, she'd had to hold herself to her own bed, so she didn't walk across the hallway to comfort him…and herself in the process. Why had she never done it? Fear of rejection? The thought sliced through her as she pushed to her feet and made the move this time, even as her heart beat a furious rhythm against her breast.
She walked into his room, taking in the white sheet pulled to his waist. His clothes littered the floor at the foot of his bed, and she knew he was nude under that thin layer of fabric. Tearing her gaze off his chest, she moved to a softly cushioned chair by his window. She took a seat there, curled up on her side, and drew her knees to her chest.
Jace's eyes widened for a split second as he saw her. He watched her take a seat but quickly slipped back to a cool look and folded his arm behind his head. “You don't have to keep me company,” he said. “I'll be all right.”
“Maybe I need to be close to you too,” she admitted. All the people she'd had to let go of in her life washed over her in a rush and turned her voice weak. “Is that okay?”
Jace shifted on his side, scooted down in bed, and laid his cheek to rest on his pillow. He finally, finally nodded with a jerky movement. “Yeah. It's okay.” He tucked his hand under the pillow, facing her.
They stared at each other, quietly, never looking away, until they succumbed to sleep.
Chapter Sixteen
Jace sat across from Beth in the interview room early the next evening. Cade was at his side ready to note anything that seemed the least bit helpful. Duke watched from behind the twoway mirror, purely as a third set of eyes to see if Jace's gut about Beth was correct.
Beth sat with her hands folded on the table in front of her. She had her long blonde hair coiled in a loose knot at her nape and wore a tailored blouse and skirt befitting the fact that she'd come straight to the station from her job. Minimal makeup graced her pretty face, and it wasn't nearly enough to hide the puffiness under the rims of her pale blue eyes. There from crying over the loss of her friend, Jace wagered. That was good. It gave him a better shot at persuading her to help.
“First, I want to thank you for agreeing to come in,” Jace said. “I appreciate your cooperation.” “I didn't think it was a smart idea to say no to the cops,” she answered, her voice cool. Okay, so that's how we're going to play it. I can work with blunt.
Leaning in, Jace spread his fingers flat on the table. “Here's the thing, Beth, and I'm going
to be straight with you because I want to solve your friend's murder, and I think behind this attitude you have working for you that you want her killer caught too.” He studied her, but other than a flare of her pupils, she didn't move. Biting down the need to shake some emotion out of her, he went on. “Here's the deal. I'm coming across a lot of interesting secrets Ginger had, but I'm stuck with a lot of half information where I'm drawing my own conclusions and hitting a lot of dead ends. I need some help filling in the blanks. There are a limited number of people I can go to who will have those answers.” Jace held Beth's gaze and gentled his tone. “Ginger mentioned you often in her journals and seemed to consider you her best friend. I think you might be the person who knows more about her life than anyone else. I think you are the one who can fill in the blank spots for me.”
“I don't know what you're talking about,” she replied, sounding almost bored. “I hoped you wouldn't say that, but okay, you're free to go.” Beth got up. Jace waited for her to get to the door before he added, “I didn't want to do it, but I guess I'll take my suspicions of Ginger's secret life as a prostitute to her parents and teenage sister. I'll see if they had any suspicions about how she came to have enough money to handle a mortgage payment and still be able to take all those weekend trips.”
Stopping with her hand on the knob, Beth turned her head, giving him a partial profile of her downturned head. “You wouldn't do that.” Her voice wavered and revealed the first crack in her armor.
Hardening himself, Jace started chipping away at the weakening wall. “Understand something. My job is to catch Ginger's murderer. Not to preserve her reputation.” He sounded like a heartless bastard, and for the moment, he needed her to believe he was. “My boss would just as soon I not hurt that family any more than they already have been, but I have to ask myself in the long run what would hurt them more: Never having their daughter's killer caught and brought to justice? Or learning some tough truths about their child, but ultimately being served by catching a criminal and putting the questions about her death to rest so they can move on?”
Beth returned to the table and sat down. “Don't go to them.” Her eyes filled with wetness, and she clutched her purse hard enough to turn the tips of her fingers white. “Ginger never wanted them to know.”
Success. “Then I need you to help me. Confirm for me that Ginger was working as a prostitute. Give me the names of her clients, and I will talk to them as quietly as I can.” Cade slid a pad of paper and pen across the table as Jace spoke. “I will do everything in my power, as will my boss, to give her parents this information as gently as possible should it become something they have to know.” Jace couldn't promise this would never come to light. If they made an arrest and it went to trial, the defense would drag Ginger's secret life into court in an effort to save their client. “That's the best I can do except to say that I am sincere. I don't care what she did with her private time; I don't judge her for it, but I do need to know everything about it so that I can figure out who took her life.”
Beth took the pen in hand but didn't write. “I didn't know them all,” she answered. “In fact, I didn't know most of them, but they might know each other. One guy might have recommended a new guy she could trust; I d
on't know. She had regulars, and those are the only men she did for money. I think there were maybe ten. She didn't just walk the streets and sell herself; Ginger wasn't like that.” The passion that had lain dormant in Beth suddenly ignited. “She had this need to get away and become bigger and more, but when she went away—even for just a short trip— she always missed her family and friends and wanted to come home. Then she would start wanting something more all over again, so she'd do what she needed to earn the money to leave for a little while.” A soft sigh escaped Beth. “It was a cycle that tore her up inside.”
Without thinking, Jace reached across the table and squeezed Beth's hand. “I'm very sorry to hear that.”
“I think you actually might be.” Offering a tight, sad smile, Beth clicked the tip out of the pen. “I'll give you the few names I know.”
“Thank you.”
A soft knock sounded at the door, and Duke entered the interrogation room. He slid a sheet of paper in front of Jace, nodded, and left the room. Taking a second, Jace glanced at the missive and was surprised his jaw didn't hit the table. What the fuck? No way. He had to read it again.
Thumbprint match found behind ear of Ginger Carlton belongs to Bethany Fletcher. The information was in Duke's handwriting and went on. Just got this in. You've established a relationship. She trusts you. Bring it home.
Reaching out, Jace covered Beth's hand and stopped her writing. “Is there anything else you want to tell me right now?” he asked. “About Ginger? About you?”
Beth's skin went ice-cold under his palm. “No.”
Lying. Big-time. “You sure?” he pressed. “You didn't see Ginger on Friday at all?”
“I saw her at work,” Beth answered. What little bit of relaxation he had pulled out of her a minute ago disappeared. “I already told you that.”
“That's right; you did. And you assured me you didn't see or talk to her again.” Jace fought a swell of anger—She's impeding the investigation of her best friend's murder!—and just managed to keep his voice monotone. “Do you want to think about that again?”
