Bronco's Rough Ride (Bad Boys of Beta Squad, 0.5)

by Muir, Siobhan

  Lindsey had finally infiltrated the upper echelons of the organization to be allowed a “boy toy” of her own. Madame LeBeau had flashed several images of men sedated and bound to tables for her perusal, but Lindsey’s gaze had snagged on the dog tags hanging around this man’s neck and her decision had been made.

  Lindsey tilted her head and gave a half smile as she returned her gaze to the hideously elegant madam.

  “I have some conditions.”

  The perfectly coifed woman raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Making demands, Ms. Black?”

  “Not demands, only requirements for my needs.” Lindsey curled her lips into an evil smirk. “I want no audio recordings. Video is fine, but no audio.”

  “That is highly unusual. We have to maintain a level of safety for our clients.”

  “I understand. You’ll have the video, and I will want a copy of it afterwards, but no sound. What I say to my toy is for me alone to hear.” Lindsey turned her gaze to the sexy man strapped to the padded bench on the monitor and licked her lips, playing up her lascivious character. “And for him.”

  “I don’t think—”

  “Please, Madame LeBeau.” Lindsey raised her chin and hardened her gaze on the woman. “I’ve paid handsomely for this privilege and you assured me you could attend to every one of my needs.” She kept her voice even with just the hint of steel below it. Money talked with LeBeau not sentiment. “This is my wish and what I’d hoped I paid for.”

  According to the reports, she’d paid an astronomical sum to get into these cloistered rooms. Yeah, paid handsomely for a handsome victim who couldn’t move or say no. Sick bitch. Lindsey’s gut churned but she smiled faintly to disguise her contempt.

  “Very well. We shall grant you your request. But the video stays.”

  “I’d like a copy of it so I may remember my time here at my leisure.”

  “Ms. Black, while here you may watch it at any time, but I cannot allow it to leave the premises.”

  “Madame LeBeau, I’m not asking you for the original or all copies of it, I simply want a personal copy so I can enjoy my time over and over again. I’ve paid well enough for such an unusual request and if it cannot be granted, I will require a refund and I shall leave immediately.” Lindsey picked up her purse and looped it over her shoulder. “Do we have a deal or will I be expecting recompense from you?”

  Madame LeBeau stood tall, staring down her Gallic nose at Lindsey, but as one of the few female undercover cops, she’d dealt with far more intimidating men and women on the job. The elegant madam didn’t hold a candle. Besides, Lindsey needed the video as evidence to bring this bitch down. She just hoped LeBeau wanted the money more than Lindsey wanted the video.

  “Very well. I shall allow one copy to be delivered to your suite when you’re done with your acquisition.” She gestured toward the door on the other side of the bank of monitors. “Are you ready to inspect your purchase up close?”

  Lindsey glanced at the handsome hirsute man bound to the table. Her stomach curdled at the way he’d been drugged and trussed up. His dog tags lay on his chest and scars from real action marred the skin in a few places. The reminder of all he’d paid for made her gorge rise. Lindsey nodded and hoped the furious disgust didn’t show on her face as she preceded Madame LeBeau out of the observation room.

  Deep breath now. You can’t save them all, but you can save this one and get him to tell you everything you need to bring her down.

  The madam led her to a bank of elevators and stepped into the first car. Once the doors had closed, she inserted a key and pressed an unmarked button on the console. The elevator made a smooth descent and they rode in silence. Lindsey eyed the woman curiously as the car stopped and the doors open.

  “These are our holding cells for prospective buyers to inspect the merchandise up close.” LeBeau gestured for Lindsey to follow her down a dark, concrete hallway. “As you have already chosen, as soon as you’ve enjoyed your sample, we will have your purchase sent to your suite whenever you desire.”

  “Do I get to keep my goods in my room or must I return them to you when I’m done for the night?”

  “The goods are returned to the holding cells for maintenance and upkeep.”

  Lindsey did some quick calculations and flattened her mouth in displeasure. “How will I be assured no one else will have access to my purchase?” Sweet God, I won’t let anyone else touch him.

  “We take our customers’ property very seriously, Ms. Black. Once you’ve confirmed your selection, your goods will be marked as taken.”

  “How long do I have to make my decision?”

  “Within twenty-four hours of sampling.”

  “Excellent.” She’d already made her decision.

  Madame Le Beau nodded and unlocked the faux bedroom door where the soldier lay.

  I will take you down, bitch, just for harming someone who has already paid his dues.

  “There you are, Ms. Black. I hope you enjoy.”

  “Thank you, Madame LeBeau. I will.”

  Lindsey made sure the door shut completely and turned the lock to keep out any of the sickly curious. She took a deep breath and turned her attention to the lovely man tied to the padded table.

  Dark hair stretched across his chest, down his belly and surrounded his cock and balls. More hair covered his legs and arms. He was every inch a teddy bear, and she’d always been attracted to cuddly bears. However, this bear owned some very beautiful abdominal muscles and she had the unreasoning urge to stroke.

  Time to get his permission first.

  Lindsey tilted her head and set her purse down, planning her approach. No doubt he’s furious. She couldn’t blame him as she nodded to her prisoner and strode around him. I’ll free you as soon as I can, I promise. She made a full circuit before she stopped directly in his line of sight.

  “As I understand it, you’re really in there, alive and awake and aware. So we’re going to play a little game.” Lindsey gave him a cool smile. “Despite your incapacitation, I know we can communicate just fine and I want you show me you understand. So here’s how this will go. You will blink twice for yes and once for no. Do you understand?”

  Lindsey met his gaze and waited. The cool eyes never moved or blinked. She stared hard, noting the golden color of his irises. Dark haired with golden eyes. He was every one of her fantasies in the flesh and he couldn’t move. Guess I’m going to have to do what I always dreamed I could. I have to save the hero in distress. Why couldn’t she get rescued once in a while? The sick part about the whole situation stemmed from what she’d learned about military and police men. They often joined the cops or armed forces to protect and serve those less fortunate and weaker than themselves. Her father and uncles had been that way. Now this guy lay at her mercy, unable to break free, unable to use his strength or training to save anyone, much less himself. It had to be eating at him like poison.

  “Come now…” Lindsey paused as she thought of the name Madame LeBeau had christened him. “John. Answering won’t harm you or give away anything you don’t want. I just want to be sure we understand each other.” She sidled closer to his left arm.

  Great muscles swathed the bones and his large hands showed calluses where he’d held weapons. Definitely a front line operative. Scars marred the skin on his ribs and shoulders. Old knife marks and bullet wounds. This man had seen some impressive action at some point.

  “So, do you understand me?” She leaned over him until their gazes met and John blinked twice.

  “Excellent.” She gave him a satisfied smile even while her gut clenched with disgust. “My name is Mistress Jenna and you’re to be mine tonight. If you please me, I might keep you for a while. Do you understand?”

  John’s eyes closed and opened twice more.

  “Very good. Now I’m going to smell you. This will tell me if I’ve chosen the right man. And believe me, you want to be the right man.” She shot him a pointed look. “A man’s scent tells a lot about him. How healthy he is,
what sorts of foods he eats, how well he takes care of his body.” Lindsey paused to scan the lovely furred chest and belly, leading straight to his flaccid, but decent-sized penis. “Although given what I can see at first glance, you’ve taken very good care of this body.”

  Removing her shoes and purse, she stepped up to the bench and brought her nose close to his hip, inhaling. They’d cleaned him up and washed his skin. The scents reaching her nose reminded her of vanilla Ponderosa pine bark in the sun, but the after-scent soured as if something tainted his sweat. Damn drugs. We’ll fix that soon, John. I promise.

  She sniffed his belly and up the center of his chest until she came to the dog tags. She paused long enough to read the name and rank. Chief Petty Officer J. H. Andrews. At least she’d have a name to report to her handler. She continued to his neck and bearded jaw, enjoying the brush of his chest hair on her chin. Glancing up, she met his golden gaze burning with fury and inwardly scowled. I’m sorry. She wished she could tell him, but she had no way…Wait.

  Bringing her nose and lips close to his ear, she brushed aside his long hair and made it appear she tasted his neck.

  “Chief Petty Officer Andrews, my name is Officer Lindsey Jarvis of the Las Vegas Metro PD.” She breathed the words to his ear and hoped he understood. “I’ve been infiltrating this sex ring for two years and I’m going to do my damnedest to get you out.” She pulled back a little and gave him a satisfied smile. “You smell divine. Do you understand?” She hoped he saw the real question in her eyes. Please know I’m here to help you.

  “John” Andrews blinked twice, some of the anger replaced with surprise.

  “Very good.” She sauntered around his head, trailing her hand through his hair, and put her nose beside his other ear. “I need permission to touch you to make this look good. I need complete access to your body, including your penis and testicles. Do I have permission to touch you, including kissing, on your torso and legs?”

  Holy shit, what was she asking him? She raised her head from his ear and met his gaze. Curiosity burned there. “So, you’re a military man, hm? Do you work that body hard, John?” She placed her hand on his right pectoral above his flat nipple and tried not to enjoy the fuzzy heat from his chest as she stared into his eyes. Please give me permission. I don’t want to have to stop. Stop the game to rescue him, not stop touching him. Riiiiggghht.

  John blinked twice. Thank God.

  “Ah yes, I’m sure you do.” She smiled, hoping the relief didn’t show too much, and dragged her hand over the hard bumps of his abs. Damn, the muscles she’d always enjoyed on the covers of romance novels felt like velvet covered steel. He embodied both hard and soft together.

  “Such lovely muscles.” Lindsey slid her hand past his hip and over his thigh. The muscles remained still and she hated the drugs running in his system. One of her favorite parts of touching came from her lover’s reactions, and John had none. He could only lie there and watch. She hoped he enjoyed it a little, but she suspected his helplessness ruined the experience.

  Lindsey paused at his feet and met his gaze as she settled her hands on his ankles. “You’re perfect, John. So lean and hard.” She stroked his legs from his ankles to his knees and back. “And strong.” She moved to the side and used both hands to massage one of his thighs. With restricted movement, the lovely muscle tone would suffer. “Are you a runner, John?” Build me a persona, John. Let’s play this dangerous game.

  She met his gaze and he blinked once. “Not a runner, hmm.” She sauntered closer to his chest, resisting the urge to touch his groin as she dragged her fingers over his skin. “Swimmer, maybe?”

  John blinked twice. “Ah, yes, a swimmer. I can see it in your lean lines and flat belly. There’s something so sexy about a man dripping wet, and contrary to popular belief, your chest hair won’t cause too much resistance in the water, will it?” Come back to the point of this, Jarvis. Lindsey bent close to him until they faced each other nose to nose.

  “Do the drugs allow your body to react to sexual stimulation?” She hoped he’d understand why she asked her whispered question as she waited for him to blink. He looked at her a long time and she held herself still, though her heart thundered.

  John blinked twice, and she released the breath she’d been holding. “Please give me an erection, then, Chief Petty Officer. I’m going to make a play for you to be brought to my room after.” She smiled as she nuzzled his neck again. “I can get a nullifier to counteract the drug and a plan to get you out, but to convince Madame LeBeau, I need it to look like I can stimulate you. If I can’t, she’ll give you to someone else.” The idea incited a flare of rage in Lindsey’s chest and she tried to smother it. What was wrong with her? Feeling possessive over a stranger? But something about this man ignited all her protective instincts and when it came to rescue, she’d step up to the plate. She just hoped she wouldn’t embarrass him.

  ****

  Bronco wished he could ask her to repeat the question. Officer Lindsey Jarvis from the Las Vegas Metro Police Department wanted him to get a hard-on for her? Of all the things he’d been required to do as a SEAL in the US Navy, this had to be the oddest request ever. Not that it would be too difficult with her soft touches, sultry voice, and her exquisite body. Had he seen the woman in a bar, wearing the slinky black dress with a slit up to her ass, he would have made a play for her immediately.

  Of course, in his current state, he wouldn’t be making a play for anyone until he got out of this situation. It had looked bleak until she’d walked in and told him who she was. Then possibilities had bloomed in his mind faster than he could lock on them. Must be the fucking drugs. They befuddled his mind for all they left him conscious. He hadn’t forgotten who he was, but the details of how he’d gotten here had fallen into obscurity. As far as he knew, he’d been on leave on his way…somewhere. Now he lay strapped to another bench of some kind, naked, with his body still unresponsive.

  “Such a lovely, lovely body.” Lindsey stroked down his chest and belly, swirling her fingers in the hair marking the muscles. Plenty of women had enjoyed the contours, but few had given John as much pleasure as Lindsey’s deft strokes. “Does this still work, do you think?”

  Sweet, tickling pleasure hit John’s brain as she reached his groin, caressing his flaccid penis until the blood damn near left his head without coherence. He closed his eyes, and if he could have moaned, he would’ve let her know the pleasure she gave. It might not have been professional, but he’d never been one to shy away from a role in a mission. Right now he played the sex slave and she needed a hard-on. Normally he could do that in his sleep, but the drugs messed with most of his abilities.

  He’d never prayed to get a hard-on.

  “Ah, see, I knew you had strength and virility when I first saw you, John.” Lindsey stroked his filling shaft with one hand and slid the other up his belly. “All this hair. Ummm. So sexy and masculine. My poor husband never measured up to this.”

  She tilted her head as her hand dropped to roll his balls in her fingers. “He was all about the in and out with a quick swig of alcohol to give him courage. I bet you’ve never been quick about that or needed the drink to get you going.”

  Damn, this woman might be the first to make him blow his load way too quick. The Lady Aislynn had teased him and left him with the worst case of blue balls ever, but she paled beside Lindsey’s earthy sensuality. The cop embodied sexy and sultry better than anyone he’d ever met and being a SEAL, women had never been scarce.

  “Oh, yes, that’s it, John. Over-fill my hand with your manliness.” Lindsey’s smile made him wish he could move, grab her, and give her as much pleasure as she currently gave him. “So you like it when a woman takes you in hand.” She chuckled as she bent over his groin, out of his sight.

  Holy shit, is she gonna suck me?

  His cock flexed and a spurt of precum slickened her grip at the thought. Lindsey moaned a happy little sound and pleasure jolted through John’s body, but her lips never t
ouched his cockhead.

  “You smell so good, John, like vanilla spice and hot Las Vegas nights.” She tightened her grip on his shaft and groaned with pleasure. “My favorite scents. We should make a candle of you so I can light it and remember our time together.” She turned her gaze toward him and licked her lips, stroking harder. “I want to remember this.”

  Candle or no candle, he’d fucking remember Lindsey Jarvis. Licking her lips had shoved his arousal into high gear and the pressure built in his balls, tightening the skin each time her hand brushed over the hairs there. John had no control, not with the drugs in his system, but for once he was off the hook to give his partner pleasure, even if the idea galled him. He’d never been so selfish when it came to sex.

  Lindsey turned more toward him until he could see her face and upper chest clearly. Her nipples pushed taut points against the bodice of her dress and her eyes lidded to half-mast. She moaned a little as she stroked him harder and faster, biting her lower lip. John wished he could move, moan, hell even show her his “O” face as his arousal surged to a screaming level. Pleasure swamped his mind and his balls tightened up just before he toppled into ecstasy.

  John closed his eyes and sighed as cum shot from his cock, bathing Lindsey’s hand in hot cream.

  “Oh yes, yes, John. Come for me.” She milked him with her hand and stars sparkled behind his closed lids. Holy shit, this woman is sex in a dress. He’d never come so hard by only a hand job.

  His heart thundered and his breath shuddered in his chest as the euphoria washed across his senses. Considering how immobile he was, she’d given him the best damn orgasm he’d had in weeks.

  “Umm, you taste divine, John. Like vanilla cream.”

  The husky satisfaction in her voice made him snap his eyes open and his cock flexed as she licked his cum off her palm with long slow swipes of her tongue. Fuckin’ A, did she just lick her hand? John had never seen a woman appear to enjoy cum so much and the pleasure from her apparent enjoyment warmed his entire chest.