Monroe, Melody S. - Undercover Fantasy [Fantasy Resort 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  Now for her plan. Nothing would come of it for a few weeks, but when it did, she’d be happy she’d had the foresight to take these shots.

  It took her a few tries to frame the photo just like she wanted, but she set the camera’s self-timer, ran in front of the lens, and posed. Click. After a few rather good shots, she unhooked the lens and flipped it around to make the focal length less than an inch. The resulting photos would be super close-ups, showing every intimate detail of her body.

  Starting at her tits, she photographed herself right down to the trail of hair above her pussy as well as the now very moist slit. She was delighted with the size of her clit in proportion to the frame. Sick maybe, but she knew these three men would drool over what she’d done. She’d find a way to get their email addresses and send them the shots. Hopefully, they’d realize what they missed by sending her away.

  After she finished, she dressed and sat cross-legged, studying the beautiful valley below, thinking about her life. Her sister’s injuries, despite being terrible, had brought the two of them closer. She so wished her parents were still alive, but she was proud of how she’d managed to be on her own these past eleven years. Vice had made her only see the worst of life until this sting operation. Now, she could picture herself finding a good man, or maybe even three, and settling down.

  The sun’s rays continued to warm her, and her muscles relaxed for the first time in days. Even though her mind was in free-flow mode, she failed to figure out why the men didn’t seem all that attracted to her. Was it because she acted so desperate for their attention?

  Stop it. Her job here was done. Let it go. She might not see them again, so she’d just have to deal. Only it wasn’t that easy. Her stomach churned and a burning sensation attacked her chest all because of her damned need for sex. They were everything she wanted in a man and more.

  Time to get the hell away from here. Once she threaded her way to the ATV, she headed to the resort. A few times she could have sworn she saw something move out of the corner of her eye, but when she stopped the bike to check it out, no one was there. Slowly, she was losing her mind.

  Since there was no one to talk to in her room, she decided to dress up and go to the bar before dinner. This would be her farewell to herself, compliments of the Tucson PD.

  She’d put on makeup and a low-cut dress in case one of her men happened to stop by.

  While still on her second drink, she caught sight of someone looming large next to her. She spun around and her heart stopped. “Brandon. What are you doing here?” Even without the mask, his beard and large size were hard to mistake.

  “Probably the same thing you are, though I see you’re ahead of me in the drinking department.” Her empty first glass sat next to the almost full one she was nursing.

  With the mask, he looked more commanding, but without the cover-up, he was breathtakingly attractive, and even approachable. His strong cheekbones gave him an aristocratic flair, and the beard made his look quite professorial.

  Brandon slipped a hand over hers. “So what do you do when you’re not playing the sexy siren?”

  He thought she was only playing and wasn’t actually sexy? That stung. She’d rehearsed her answer before she’d even arrived at the fantasy resort. For a year after college she’d worked as a kindergarten teacher before a series of rapes had occurred near the school. Vice then became her calling. “I teach kindergarten.”

  His eyes widened. “That was probably the last profession I would have guessed.”

  She laughed. “Why? What did you think I did for a living? Pole dance?”

  He shrugged. “Maybe lawyer, corporate raider, something that required a highly intelligent woman to pull it off.”

  She appreciated that he thought so highly of her. “Interesting. And you?”

  “I’m a cop.”

  Her stomach clenched. He wasn’t from her department. She would have noticed him. “What town?”

  “Phoenix.”

  Good. He worked far from her. She quickly downed half of the wine sitting in front of her. “If you’re a cop, what are you doing here?”

  “Making sure nothing bad happens to the clients. The owner is highly protective of his reputation. He gets shivers thinking about lawsuits.”

  “You think Trent or Dom might do something to cause a lawsuit?” This was the break her boss had been waiting for.

  He chuckled. “No. They’re as straight as they come.”

  She let out a breath. “That was my take.”

  “In fact, they’re my cousins.” Her eyes widened. “To answer your question why I’m here, I came to see you.”

  She stilled. “Me? Why?”

  “You came on a little strong with the boys. They weren’t sure they could handle you, so they called me in.”

  Acid burned her stomach. If there’d been a hole nearby, she’d have jumped in. Perhaps that’s why he’d put the butt plug in her, to make her back off. “Would you mind if we took a walk outside?” She needed to collect her thoughts, and the cool air might do the trick. Maybe it was time to admit why she really was there.

  Or maybe not.

  “Sure.”

  Once they were by the fountain, she chickened out on telling him the real reason for her visit. “Look, you and Trent and Dom have fulfilled my wildest fantasies. Exceeded them actually. I’m going to split tomorrow morning.” She could have sworn a hint of panic crossed his face, but she couldn’t be sure. “The schools are on Easter break right now, so I thought I might take a trip up north and photograph the caves around Page for the rest of the week.”

  “You’ll get some wonderful shots.” He stepped closer. “So, you’re not a client anymore, and I don’t really work here. Maybe we could…” He lowered his head, and their breaths mingled.

  “Could what?” Say it. She reached down and took a big chance by cupping his balls. He pressed his hard cock into her palm. Yes!

  “I think you know.” He dragged a finger down her cheek.

  “We could go back to my room.” Every inch of her body thrummed with desire, pulsating with expectation.

  He shook his head. “I can’t in good conscience do anything inside the resort. Since you said you wanted to leave, how about you go pack and I’ll meet you back here in fifteen minutes. We’ll figure something out.”

  She reached up and pulled his head toward her, dying to taste him. He opened his mouth and invited her in. Her insides melted and her pussy exploded with joy. He lifted her ass with both hands and squeezed. God, she wanted to fuck him right there, but the rules were the rules. For him anyway. She broke away. “I can’t wait much longer. I’ll hurry.”

  She prayed this wasn’t a trap. She’d done nothing wrong. Maybe that’s why he didn’t discuss her transgressions.

  Thankful she didn’t meet either Trent or Dom on the way back to her room, she tossed her stuff into her suitcase and had stowed her gear in her trunk before Brandon came out of the resort. The side lot wasn’t well lit, and he apparently didn’t see her, for a minute later, he strode straight to his car and dumped his bag in the backseat. Brandon slammed closed the back of his SUV and rushed back to the fountain. She followed him. He didn’t turn around or seem to notice the tail even though her high heels slapped noisily against the pavement.

  It was almost as if he were playing a game to see what she’d do next. He kept his back to the lot and faced the well-lit entrance. She tiptoed the last twenty feet and slid her arms around his waist. Given he didn’t flinch, he knew she’d been behind him the whole time.

  He twisted around in her arms. “Hey.” The overhead light backlit his thick, wavy hair.

  Just knowing she’d be having sex with someone this exciting made her hot inside and out. She slid her arms up to his neck. “So where do you want to go?”

  He leaned over and nibbled her below the ear. “What about right here for starters?”

  “In front of the entrance? Someone could walk out any minute and catch us. It’s not even
seven.” Her pulse fluttered as excitement raced through her veins.

  “Don’t you think it will be more exciting knowing we could get caught?” He ran a finger over the hollow of her collarbone before extending a thumb over her tit. “From the first time I touched you, you’re all I’ve been thinking about.” His words sounded desperate.

  “Oh, yeah?” Finally, a man who had some sense.

  Now was her chance. She reached for his waistband and popped open his jeans’ buttons, partly to call his bluff and partly because she wanted to grab his big cock and feel his flesh in her palm.

  He stilled her hand. “We have a long way to go before we get naked. I want to make this right for you, not something fast and cheap.”

  She couldn’t remember the last time a guy cared about making it nice for her. Brandon threaded his hands through her hair and kissed her hard and deep. God, that felt good. When he pulled away, he seemed to take her breath with him. She wanted more. A lot more.

  Gently, he positioned her back against the lower bowl of the fountain and ran his hands under her short dress. Damn, of all the times for her to be wearing underwear. But who knew Brandon would turn out to be a cop, and as innocent as his two cousins? The fact Brandon had a shield almost guaranteed Hollars would drop the case.

  “You know I’ve never properly punished you for trying to seduce my cousins, or me.”

  Yes, he had, but she wasn’t going to remind him of the wonderful spanking he’d given her. Her cheeks still vibrated from the paddling. She stood on her tiptoes and ran her tongue up his cheek. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Real torture this time.”

  “I like the sound of that. More spanking perhaps?”

  He slipped a thumb inside her panties and quickly found her most sensitive spot. “I have more creative ways to make you suffer.” He delved his tongue into her mouth and sampled all parts of her mouth.

  Needing him closer, she drew his buttocks near, but his hand was having a dance with her pussy and got in the way. First he dipped in one finger, then two. He flicked her clit and squeezed it tight before rubbing it back and forth. Juices flowed and her walls contracted. She groaned. “I want you now.”

  “Patience.”

  She knew what she wanted him to do with his damned patience. His fingers disappeared, and her panties seemed to come off on their own. She stepped out of them just as he flipped her around. Her hands caught the fountain’s cement rim in time. Next thing she knew, he’d lifted her skirt and nudged her opening with his cock, which had miraculously found its way out in the open. Waves of excitement sent pulses up and down her body. The dress zipped up the back, and once he found how to get it off, he had the top part of her dress resting at her waist. The fine mist from the fountain bathed her tits in cold droplets. He plucked her nipples and tweaked them hard but had yet to enter her. His large hands rubbed and kneaded her breasts. His touch was firm but gentle. Now here was a man who knew how to treat a woman well.

  “God, that feels so good.” She wiggled her butt. “Hurry, Brandon, before anyone comes out.”

  He slipped in maybe an inch. She pushed her hips back, but he moved with her. Then he straightened. “We need to leave.”

  No way. She spun around. “What are you talking about?”

  “It’s just the beginning of your punishment.”

  If he hadn’t grinned, she might have considered shooting him. Lucky for him, her gun was in her purse, which was in her backseat.

  “Follow me in your car, if you’re able to drive.”

  She hadn’t had but a glass and a half of wine an hour ago. “I’m good. Where are we going?”

  “Trent said we could use his place all night.”

  Yes! All night meant they’d have wild monkey sex with lots of kissing and touching.

  She stilled. “You told Trent? He knows what we’re up to?”

  “He’s cool with it.”

  Before she could question him further, noises sounded at the entrance. She whipped around, hiding her nakedness from their view. Her face heated up. She threaded her arms through the sleeves and pulled up the dress. Brandon zipped her up in a flash.

  “Better get those panties, too.”

  “Shit.” She swore he was laughing under his breath. Jerk.

  Taking a few steps toward the two couples, she scooped up the red material and stuffed it down her top. “I’m good. Let’s get out of here.”

  He walked her to her car and gave her his cell number in case she couldn’t keep up. Before he went over to his SUV, he dragged a thumb over her wet pussy and kissed her again. “Drive safely.”

  Clearly, he was telling her to keep her mind on the road and not on the bed they were about to share. Like that was going to happen. She was too horny not to think about his glorious body and what she would do with his cock once she got him naked.

  If Brandon hadn’t been in front of her, she probably would have sped just to get there quicker. The drive took about thirty minutes, but the two-story house in the nice neighborhood made the long trip worthwhile. She decided to leave everything in her car except her purse, which held her gun and badge. The department would have a fit if anything happened to either item.

  Inside, the place was a little musty as if Trent hadn’t come home from the resort in a while. If he stayed at work most of the time, why did he have such a grand home? There must be at least three or four thousand square feet inside. She had a lot of unanswered questions, but she’d wait until after they had sex to ask.

  “You want something to drink?” Brandon grabbed her hand and walked over to the bar.

  “I’m good.” This time she wanted to keep her wits about her.

  He pulled a beer from the bar fridge and guzzled a third of it. “Now where were we?” He kissed her nose and thumbed her nipples.

  “I think you were in the middle of torturing me.”

  “Oh yeah, that. Come on.”

  He led her down a hallway into a medium-sized bedroom. “Are you sure Trent’s okay with us being here?” After all, going into someone’s home without his cousin present was a little creepy.

  “This is the guest room. It’s mine when I visit.”

  “Oh.” That made it convenient. She turned her back to him. “Help me out of this dress?” She lifted her arms.

  “You are one horny little girl. It’s the process that’s important. Don’t be in such a rush. I want to make love to you, not fuck you.”

  She leaned back into him. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

  “I’m sorry for you then.” He turned her around and cupped her face. “What I don’t get is why you even went to the resort. You’re beautiful, amazing, and talented.” Her face heated. “Most women who go there need some kind of assurance that men are attracted to them. You must know what you do to a man.”

  His kind words washed over her. She should say he was right, only he wasn’t. “My parents died when I was eighteen. They had money earmarked for college, so I went. I guess to blot out the tragedy I focused on my schoolwork and wasn’t into partying. I didn’t really take the time to learn about my sexual side.”

  “I don’t believe that for a moment, but I’ll let it pass.”

  She didn’t understand why the person he thought he saw was nothing like how she saw herself.

  He kissed her on the forehead. “Why don’t you lean back on the bed and let me take over? Do nothing but respond. Let go of all your ill-founded insecurities and enjoy.”

  Giving up control would be hard, but she believed Brandon would be gentle and treat her right, something she’d not let any other man do. On her back, she wrapped her arms under her head for support. He pulled a black cloth from his pocket. She tensed. “What’s that for?”

  “I think the experience will be so much better if I you can’t see me. I want you to be free to explore your feelings, especially since you said you never took the time before.”

  Against her will, her pussy clenched and
her nipples tingled at the delicious thought. She debated his request for a moment and realized now was her chance to trust him or get out. “Okay, but if I freak out, I’m ripping it off.”

  “Absolutely. I want this to be all about you and what you want.”

  How had she found such a wonderful man? Too bad Trent and Dom couldn’t be here to join in. The thought of a foursome sent shivers up and down her body. Uh-oh. Was she doing this because she needed the affirmation so bad? Did she think the more men, the more she’d hear how pretty she was? God, she never knew she was such an emotional basket case.

  No, all three men were amazing. Each cared about her, and she adored them. They were fun, interesting, and intelligent, just the kind of men she wanted.

  With the blindfold in place, Brandon removed her spiked heels and massaged her feet. “That feels wonderful.” Almost as wonderful as having his big cock inside her, she bet.

  “Just wait.”

  He rubbed her legs up to the top of her thighs, but avoided where she wanted him to touch her the most. So this must be what he considered torture. Air rushed to her pussy when he lifted her skirt. Something squeaked then clanked.

  “I’m going to put some cream on you. It was developed by the Sensual Pleasures company, the people who run the resort. I think you’ll like it.”

  He rubbed in cold cream all over her mostly bare mound. Seconds later, heat pulsed everywhere causing her heart rate to rise. “What is that stuff?”

  “It’s a clit-sensitizing cream to make every touch intensified, maybe tenfold.”

  She twisted. “It’s working. Wow. I’m on fire. You’ve got to touch me.”

  The bed dipped. He separated her pussy lips and blew air right up her wet love channel. Her back arched up.

  “You like that, sweetheart?”

  “I’ve…never had anything…like that before.” He gently squeezed her hard nub and she thought her heart would stop. Her inner walls spasmed in delight.

  “There’s something else I think you might like.”

  She couldn’t imagine what could be more intense than what he’d slathered on her. “What?” Besides his cock.