“Chance, umm…look, I am sorry, you know for what you saw. I didn’t mean for it, shit…umm…fuck a duck, I don’t know what the hell to say. Look, I’m sorry if I hurt you, or made you mad at me.” He watched Bubbles as she blushed and turned a pretty shade of pink, trying to figure out a way to explain herself to him. It was sweet really.
“Look, Bubbles, I’m going to be honest and say I was shocked, but not for the reasons you think. I was shocked at how much that shit turned me on. Watching you come around my best friend was hot as hell. The only thing that would have made it even better was if I was there playing with you. But we will get there. I’m telling you now, we both want you, together and separate. You intrigue us and we want to see where this goes. It’s unconventional, but it is what it is. Why question something that feels right. So why don’t you get cleaned up and I’ll meet you in the living room with a beer. Okay?” He leaned down and kissed her softly on her swollen lips. He looked at her and saw her eyes had closed from their kiss and he smiled. “Bathroom is right next door. Don’t take too long, or I’ll come in and help wash your back,” he half joked.
Her sweet simple nod told him she understood and he turned to allow her to pull herself together. He knew right away she wasn’t the type of girl to dress in girly clothes such as short skirts and high boots, she looked like sin in them, but it wasn’t her. Turning, he headed out to grab another beer and wait for her. He knew Dylan would be done showering, and would most likely be drinking as he looked over his notes. That was just how he was. He was a hard ass, but it seemed Bubbles had started to crack his outer shell. Chance was the only one who knew what Dylan had been through growing up, and how hard he worked so he didn’t ever have to live like that again, but something had to have happened for Dylan to take her the way he had. Yes, he would have done the same thing, given the chance, but Dylan, well he was more reserved.
Heading into the kitchen, he saw Dylan was drinking a beer and playing with a system while scribbling something on a notepad. He had indeed showered and was wearing a pair of sweats. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, man, tonight has been very interesting indeed. We got some good stuff, and we can use it.” The closer he looked the more Chance saw he had a small radio that was transmitting a signal.
“Did you plant a bug?” Dylan looked at Chance and nodded and went on to explain what happened at the bar, and how Trent was there. Chance didn’t seem too happy about that news, but he was trying to avoid the topic of him and Brandie fucking on his bike. He wouldn’t take it back for anything, but he knew Chance was thinking about it to.
“So Bubbles planted the bug in the seat next to their seat, and that’s what I'm listening to right now.” He nodded.
“You should have seen our girl, man, she is sure one to watch out for. She can play some of the best undercover characters I have seen. She never says or does anything I expect her to. And hell, man, she set my world on fire, seriously, I don’t know how else to explain it.”
“Well, I'm glad I could help with that.” Both of them turned to look at Brandie standing at the door in just a pair of fuzzy looking pants that seemed to match her oversized t-shirt. Her hair hung down her back, still damp from her shower. Dylan took note that this woman didn’t take long to get ready for anything. She kept things simple and was who she was.
“Want a beer?” Chance chimed in, killing the awkward silence that filled the air. She nodded and headed into the kitchen with them. Dylan was happy that was one thing he had redone in the house. It was a larger kitchen with a floating island that worked as a work station, a place to eat, or someplace to assist him in cooking. He enjoyed cooking, which would surprise anyone just by looking at him. But then again, when you begged for food, or looked in trash cans for something to eat, you tend to want more. He liked to experiment with various veggies, and meats. Chance didn’t care to much as long as it was cooked, if it was on his plate he would eat it.
Handing Brandie a beer, he clicked on the box that was receiving the transmission for the bug that was planted. It was one perk with his job, and knowing the right people who had various gizmos. So far it just sounded like static, and the gut clenching thought that maybe they needed it to be closer to get the transmission, ran through his mind. If all else fails, they could go back in the morning and pick the pen up and grab the zip drive that was attached to it. Finding that tonight was going to be a wash, he sighed.
“Well, we aren’t getting shit done tonight, so let’s create a game plan and go from there. We have so many different ideas and this shit is giving me a damn headache.” Dylan looked up and saw her leaning over the table drinking her beer thinking about something. She was chewing on her bottom lip lost in thought.
“I agree, so much shit has happened and we need to figure out how all this plays out. I seriously think they both are tied together, but who the hell are the suits. Which reminds me, I have a number to the prick at the bar.” She reached into her pocket of her sweats and handed it to him. Dylan started to see red again, just thinking of the fucker who slid the number between her luscious breasts. Those were his, not anyone else.
“Wait, how did you get his number? I think you missed that section of the conversation.” Chance started to raise his voice and Dylan knew he forgot something, but if he was pissed, he knew for a fact Chance was going to blow up.
“Chill, Chance, some prick slid his number between the girls. I was more shocked at the fact it stayed than him sticking it between them. Hey, you got any chips or cookies or something. I’m a little hungry.” Dylan wanted to laugh at her antics, but turned to see Chance as he slowly started to turn a bright shade of red. Shit, this wasn’t going to be good.
“Chips, cookies, what the fuck, Bubbles, some fucker put his hands on you? Shit, where the fuck was Dylan. No one was to touch you. That son of a bitch. I swear the fucker is dead, if I see him I will cut out his throat and…”
“Chill, Thing One, he just put it there and didn’t do anything I couldn’t handle. Plus before I could beat the shit out of him, Dylan clocked him, sending him into the wall. So we are good. Calm down, okay. I’m fine, seriously, no harm no foul,” she said, walking around to Chance as if talking to him like a child.
Brandie couldn’t believe Chance was getting this worked up. Shit, all the fucker did was put a note in her boobs. They were just boobs after all, nothing too fancy. It’s not like the prick put his tongue on her. Chance seemed to still be reeling and softly rubbed her hands up and down his arms to calm him. His blue eyes sparkled with fire, from fury, desire, anger, she really didn’t know.
“How could he touch you, how could he touch want is mine, what is ours?” She went to protest but was met with Chance slamming his mouth to hers, pulling her close and not giving her room to object. Grabbing her hair and tugging it, she felt as if she couldn’t argue with this man. He was on a mission and his mission was clear. Releasing enough of herself, she kissed him back as he pushed her against the table she was next to. He grabbed her hips, lifting her up so she now sat on the counter. She wasn’t shocked when her shirt came up and over her head, but the set of other hands shocked her the most. Dylan was joining in with their play time. He started to rub his hands down her back while Chance latched onto her nipple and sucked it hard, biting it, making her scream out. Chance continued his journey with her body, slipping his fingers into the side of her pants making her lean back against the cold marble slab of the counter. The fact she was exposed and both men were playing with her, made her desire to please them so much more. As soon as she was all the way back, Dylan took her mouth with possession, the cold air suddenly hit her body as Chance lifted to remove the rest of her clothes.
“Dear God, baby, you don’t have any panties on and your sweet little pussy is all bare and ready to be played with.” He kissed her stomach, her hip bones, following the line of her leg until she just about touched her mound, but then he'd stop. The feel of his tongue on the inside of her thigh, made her shoot up but she was held do
wn by Dylan, he leaned over, grabbing her breast, making her cry out. Her body heated by being over stimulated by both men playing her, making her dance to their hands. She longed to scream out, to make them stop, to make them continue, shit, she didn’t know. She was never one to just let go but with both of them, she seemed to be lost in pure sensation and wanted to surrender all that was her.
“Yes, please, I want more. I need more. Touch me, Chance, I need you to touch me,” she begged, thrashing her head back and forth as once again Dylan sucked her breast into his mouth. It was almost as if he could fit it all in his mouth, and the picture of them both licking, sucking, and biting her was just her undoing. Chance must have taken pity on her as she was about to scream for them to stop so she could finish herself, he licked her slit before sucking her clit into his mouth. She could feel her juices flow from her and he was lapping them up. The two of them seemed to know she was on the edge and with dexterous fingers, he pushed into her and began fucking her with them while sucking and licking her clit. She felt the stimulation between Dylan playing with her breasts and kissing her, he was a rocket shooting her off into a different plane. She screamed and detonated off into space crying out as she found her release.
Before she was fully down from her sexual high, Chance picked her limp body up and moved her down the hall. “Don’t worry, baby, we aren’t done yet with you. You’re ours now and we are going to show you what it’s like to be ours.” Brandie gulped with fear about what both men would expect from her, but excited about what the future might bring.
Chapter Nine
Dylan didn’t know what to expect when Chance carried her down the hall to his room. Chance had the larger room in the house, only because he lost the damn, rock-paper-scissors game that determined who was to get the room. He admitted he could have kicked Chance's ass over the room, but he was just happy he had a place to sleep. He had slept many nights on the streets with Trent. Even though some times, after he learned real quick how to pick locks from cars, he would make room inside to stay warm. It was better than going home to his dad and his drunken rage, or his mother who let it all happen. He needed to take care of Trent and this newfound information made him sick to think about. But right now he had another head he was thinking with. He had already had the fantastic Brandie, but if Chance wasn’t stopping him from playing with them, then he sure as hell wasn’t going to stop either. He felt like he could blow just from watching her come. She was something else. Her body covered with sweat, arched as she screamed. Her perky breast red and swollen from him sucking and biting them. Her sweet lips swollen from his kisses and Chance's, but when her eyes rolled up in the back of her head she let everything go. She was something else.
He followed adjusting his sweats and Chance threw Brandie onto the bed. She bounced once and giggled before Chance crawled between her legs making her stop and look up at him with lust filled eyes. He could almost bet he was sporting the same look.
“Now, Bubbles, let see what we are going to do to you. You earned yourself some punishments. One, you let some prick touch your tasty tits, two, you didn’t tell me right away, or call out to Dylan. Three, you flaunt your hot ass body in front of us in your little outfits. Four, you wore no panties or bra. And finally five, because you need to know who you belong to now. Don’t argue with me, I know you’re scared, but this thing between us is stronger than normal relationships and if you push me to hard, your ass is going to be so damn red you won’t sit for a week. Yes, I’m the fun one, but when it comes to your safety there is no question what sets me off. So no questioning things and roll over for your punishments.”
Dylan watched as the blood drained from her face, but by the look in her eyes he knew she wasn’t turned off to what he said. She needed someone to take a strong hand with her in bed. She was turned on, but was afraid to admit it to herself or them.
“Now, Brandie, or I will add to your punishments.” He added in there not letting her get side tracked by the thought that Chance was the only one with a hard hand. He wanted her safe, though he acted like a horny teen when he fucked her on his bike, he didn’t want to miss the chance to have her again and on a bed.
Brandie was fighting hard against her instincts and knew right away she should protest, because well half of the infractions he claimed she did were just stupid. He was an arrogant asshole, but right now that asshole was turning her on. He was always the one who joked and made light hearted comments about everything the three of them did, and now here he was taking control of them in bed and she felt her body respond to his command. With shaky hands she turned over getting on her hands and knees, and then she wiggled and winked at him making him narrow his eyes, which caused her to laugh out.
“Oh, baby, you are playing with fire. Keep it up and I guarantee you will not like the results.”
“Yeah, is that so, Thing One? What are you going to do? Spank me, do your worst,” she challenged. And as he leaned closer to her she was taken by surprise when he grabbed her hair and pulled, bringing her head back, forcing her to look over at him before he slammed his lips to hers taking her in a heated passionate kiss. When they both were breathless he was looking into her eyes before he released her and then left the room. She stayed frozen in the spot when she saw that Dylan had left earlier when Chance was kissing her. But she never expected them to leave her like this. Here she was naked, wanting, and completely humiliated by both men. They left her. What the fuck, no one leaves me. I leave them. She needed to think—she needed a drink—she needed to get the hell out of here. She let these men play with her head for far too long, she could finish this case by herself and she didn’t need their help. Fuck them—fuck men—and just fuck fuck fuckty fuck!
Her clothes were in the living room. She wouldn’t let them see how bad she was hurting, she wasn’t hurt, after all they were all adults and they were playing around. On now steady feet, she rose from the bed and rummaged through the drawer and found a large t-shirt she assumed was Chance's. She padded her way into the living room to find the men to tell them what she thought, but they weren’t there. What the hell? Okay, she was beyond pissed and now on overload to shooting someone. Looking around she found a piece of paper on the counter.
Bubbles,
You need to think about what you want with us. I don’t fuck around with women and I won’t play games, well, not those game. We will be back. Stay here.
Did he really think she would stay? Hell to the no. She answered to no one, well, maybe she did sometimes to Smokey Eyes and Rainbow, but that’s it. That’s what she needed. She needed her girls. She had been so wrapped up with this case and these men, now she needed her girls. Deciding she couldn’t deal with one arrogant asshole, let along two, no matter how hot they were, she needed to be her own person. She marched back into the room she was staying in, dressed, and packed. She was done within ten minutes. She found her keys sitting on the small table by the garage door along with a small remote, she could have someone drop that off later. But before she left she wanted them to know how she felt. So walking over to the paper they left her, she wrote in big bold letters.
FUCK OFF. I WILL FINISH THE CASE MYSELF. CONSIDER THIS YOUR NOTICE!!
Opening the door to the garage, she jumped into her car and drove home. She didn’t need this shit. She started a small plan and called the girls.
“Yo, chicky, what’s up?” Rainbow chimed in.
“Nothing, look, I am no longer working with the cops and have an idea. What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Nadda, just finished the shit today and turned the report in. Whatcha need?”
“Well, like I said I have an idea, but I want some girl time. So let’s do lunch and then we will talk.”
“Sure thing, kiddo. Talk to you then.” And with that they both disconnected. Brandie had a plan, and it was one those two fuckers, no matter how damn hot they were, weren’t going to be a part of.
Chance was still dealing with his emotions as he left Bubbles at the house.
But he knew she wasn’t ready. He messed with women, but he wanted more with her, and he knew she wasn’t ready to be with them. She was too much in her head, to wrapped up in her own control to fully understand everything they wanted from her. They wanted a life with her, a real relationship, and not some fast fuck, hell, they could get that here at the bar. That isn’t why they were here, no, he and Dylan needed to talk and figured this was a safe haven for them while she cooled off and thought things through. He was half expecting her to leave, which he didn’t want, but she was her own person and relied on no one but herself. She needed to trust herself to trust them. Drinking another beer, it was time to talk.
“So what do we do? I want her for more than getting my jollies off. I want something permanent with her,” Chance said.
“I agree, I want something more, but how does that work. There aren’t many ménage couples in town. I personally don’t give a shit what people think, never have, but what if she does. Plus we have this damn case, and with Trent involved I don’t know what to think.” Dylan had to admit that things were looking kinda grim for everything, but shit, he wasn’t one to care what others thought. It’s not like they have a social life, well other than coming here now and then. This was the typical cop bar, a lot of the men on the force came here and it was a safe place to drink. Plus women flocked in groups to get with a cop, however, tonight, or ever again, he wouldn’t partake in their games.
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