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

by Melody Snow Monroe

  She closed her eyes, enjoying every touch and rub. The sliding glass door opened. She popped open her eyes. Dom and Brandon had slipped out.

  “I needed more room,” Trent said, moving in close. He nudged his cock downward, catching her clit in the action. “I want to fuck you standing up.”

  He kissed her so gently, and she knew the word fuck meant love to him. Trent stroked her back and his kiss deepened. She ran her palms over his slippery back, enjoying how his muscles played under her fingertips.

  “Touch me.” His breath came out reedy, as if he, too, were on the edge.

  She slid her palm under the dispenser and pressed. Full of soap, her hand found his thick cock, and as deliberately as she could, she dragged her hand up and down his length. He clenched his teeth as if to hold on to the last bit of control. Thrilled she could turn him on so much, she increased the pressure on his hard cock. With her free hand she cupped his balls and gently squeezed.

  His breath caught. “I can’t last. I have to have you. Now.”

  “Me, too.” She moved the jetted spray in his direction and rinsed him.

  In one powerful move, he lifted her up and settled her on his erect shaft. He placed her back against the wall to help support her, and she wrapped her legs around him, which only added to the pressure in her rear. Her head fit snugly against his chest as he guided her around his near-bursting dick. His size stole her breath away, especially since with the plug in place, his cock had to squeeze into a smaller space.

  Instead of going fast like she wanted, he held onto her ass, and squeezed her cheeks together, making her suffer by moving in and out at an agonizingly slow speed. My God. Had they all conspired to take their time with her? If she stayed with them, would she have to endure delayed climaxes?

  He nuzzled her neck. “Lean back. I want to sample those marvelous tits.” He stepped further from the wall to give her more room.

  She obliged. The dual attack set her insides on fire. He nipped and sucked, biting every once in a while. To keep from slipping, she grabbed onto his bulging biceps, loving his large, thick muscles.

  He pulled her forward and increased the speed. He squeezed his eyes shut. His cock enlarged, putting her over the edge. Her climax rocked her just as Trent shot his gism to the far recesses of her body. Every muscle relaxed, and he let her slide off him.

  Somehow he had the energy to tap her nose and kiss her. “That was fantastic. Now for more washing and wonderfully seductive towel drying.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  After Trent thoroughly washed her pussy, he took his time to make sure every drop of water was off her body. Brandon and Dom seemed to have disappeared. She was sure they’d return with some other fun activity for her.

  A small crash sounded in the bedroom, but when no one yelled, she went back to enjoying her towel massage.

  Voices sounded down the hall. Feet rushed toward her and the door opened. Her heart stopped at what Brandon held in his hand.

  Chapter Eight

  Brandon waved Tiffany’s gun and badge. Oh, shit. This wasn’t how she wanted them to find out about her job.

  “Can you explain, Officer North?”

  Now she knew what the noise was coming from the bedroom. One of them must have knocked her purse off the side table while getting dressed. “Yes I can, but may I get dressed first?” Being naked and vulnerable made her even more uncomfortable.

  Brandon’s lips pursed and his body stiffened. Dom stood next to him, but he couldn’t even look her in the eye.

  “No.” He reached in and gently pulled her down the hall into the living room. “Sit. Explain why you lied to me, and why you were at the resort?”

  All three of them peered down at her. She wanted to pull out the plug, knowing there was no need to have her be stretched for them now, but she didn’t want to show any weakness.

  She bit her bottom lip and dragged the sofa pillow onto her lap to give her some semblance of decency. She told them about Betty Dumfield and how the woman had claimed Trent or Dom had raped her last week.

  Trent’s jaw lowered. “The older, heavier woman?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s bullshit. We had to work hard to touch her enough to give her a massage. She really said we raped her?”

  “That’s what she claimed.” He opened his mouth, but she held up a hand to continue. “I knew from the start she was lying, but since she was the mayor’s sister, my boss insisted I go undercover to make sure. After the short time I was at the resort, I knew for a fact her claim was bogus.” Both of their jaws dropped. “I don’t know why she lied. I reported my findings to my boss as soon as I was positive you were innocent. It’s one of the reasons why I wanted to leave. I had to investigate her story again.” Be honest. “And because if I’d stayed, I’d have had a breakdown wanting all of you so much.”

  Brandon motioned with his head to the other two. “Confab in the kitchen.” He turned back and pointed a finger. “Don’t move.”

  Tiffany debated getting dressed but decided she’d have more pull if she remained naked. All three seemed to appreciate her assets.

  After what seemed forever, they walked back in with Brandon in the lead. “If you had found proof of foul play, what would you have done?” He crossed his arms over his chest.

  “Arrested them.” Crap, perhaps she shouldn’t have been so honest.

  “Would you have investigated anyone else?”

  She shifted in her seat. “I don’t see the reason for these questions. I was doing my job. I’m a vice cop. A woman claimed she was raped. My boss told me to go undercover and check it out. Men who rape should be sent to prison for life.”

  He nodded, and the breath she’d held in her lungs expelled.

  Trent stopped forward. “So your fantasy was bogus then?”

  “When I first started, maybe, but then I realized I wanted all those things, that what I put down on the paper was my real fantasy. Until I’d met all of you, I never indulged in anything like this.” She took a deep breath. “I will admit that I checked all of the boxes without thinking of the consequences, but I’m glad I did.”

  “You can get dressed. Brandon will walk you out to your car.”

  Her stomach nearly exploded. “That’s it? You’re throwing me out?”

  “We’re sorry, but we’re not sure what we can believe anymore. All three of us felt some magical pull toward you, but now that we know it was based on a lie, we’re done.”

  Trent, the one she thought was the nice one, walked back to the kitchen. This couldn’t be happening. Dom picked up the keys on the coffee table and walked to the front door. This wasn’t fair. She finally meets Mr. Rights, and they abandon her.

  Do something.

  Like what? She was already naked, which apparently didn’t appeal to them anymore.

  She refused to cry or beg. Her father always told her to hold her head up high, and she planned on doing just that. She knew the truth. It was too bad they were so blinded by their egos they couldn’t see she’d done nothing wrong. Her only crime might have been that for a few moments after she left the resort, she’d let her emotions rule instead of her head.

  Standing, she tossed the pillow back on the sofa and proudly walked back to the bedroom to retrieve her clothes, swaying her hips just enough to let Brandon see what he would be missing if he let her go. She took out the plug, washed it, and set it on the bathroom sink. As quickly as possible she dressed, trying not to let the tears stain her cheeks. Stupid men. She picked up her purse and looked inside. Damn. Brandon must still have her gun and badge. Only her keys remained.

  She walked up to Brandon. “I guess this is good-bye then.” If she looked in his face, she might start crying. Saying goodbye to Trent was out of the question. She’d break down for sure. From all the pots banging in the kitchen, it appeared he was upset. Good.

  Brandon headed out and she followed. Talk about awkward. He said nothing. When she got to her car she held out her hand. “M
ay I have my gun and badge?”

  He handed them to her. She paused, thinking maybe he’d take her into his arms and give her one last kiss.

  Wrong again.

  He shoved his hands in his pockets. “You should have told me the moment we left the resort that you were a cop. I would have been fine with that, but to keep such a secret meant you cared nothing for my feelings.”

  She hadn’t realized he would be so sensitive. “I’m sorry.”

  “Me, too.”

  When he didn’t move, she slipped into the driver’s side and started the engine, thinking of anything but what just happened. She would not cry. Nope. She wouldn’t cry. Okay, a few tears leaked out against her will, but it wasn’t out of guilt, but rather for what could have been. True, the three days had been scripted from start to finish, except for the sex at the end, and they had been hired to please her, but there was a true connection between all four of them. There was something special she might never find again.

  Shit. Life sucked.

  Without looking back at the house or Brandon, she took off, driving the speed limit until she got out of view. The thought of going back to an empty house and an even emptier bed thrust her deeper into despair, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Even if the most perfect man walked into her bedroom tonight, she’d roll over and tell him to leave. No one could replace Trent, Dom, or Brandon. When she was with them, either individually, or collectively, she learned who they were, what they wanted, how they handled her. In all her interactions, they’d been gentle, considerate and kind. One could tell a lot about a person when he touched you. These men gave her respect, something she hadn’t had in a long time.

  Was it love? How could it be in such a short period of time? The draw between them had been intense.

  Once home, sleep came fast but lasted no more than two hours. By 4:00 a.m., she gave up trying to sleep and got up. After a quick shower and doing a load of wash, she tried calming her racing thoughts with television. That failed to keep her mind off the three men. All that was left was to work on processing her photos. She knew it was a bad idea to stare at Trent’s profile or his well-defined abs, but the memories would help her get over the depression in the following days and weeks. She had a few shots of Dom when she was shooting the moon, but unfortunately none of Brandon. Damn, she should have realized this was a once in a lifetime experience and worked harder to catch them in candid poses.

  At 6:00 a.m., she fixed breakfast. Though it was still early, she wanted to check on her sister. Visiting hours were fortunately not an issue for relatives.

  Jen was the first non-hostile person Tiffany encountered since being kicked out. Good thing her sister was an early riser. Well, riser was the wrong word, since getting out of bed was difficult for her, but each day proved to be better than the last.

  She pulled up a chair next to Jen’s bed. “I’m telling you, these guys were unbelievable, but once they found out I was a cop, it was like they turned into rats. And it wasn’t even midnight.” She looked out the window at the early dawn. “Maybe they turned into pumpkins, I don’t know, but why did they have to freak out on me?” She glanced back at her sister, hoping there’d be some sign she understood the convoluted, one-sided conversation.

  “Di…di…they…” She bunched up the bedspread.

  “Did they what?” Jen tilted her head to the side, and part of her lip turned up. “Are you asking if they did it? If they were guilty of harming Betty Dumfield?”

  Jen’s thumb turned up, and joy spread through Tiffany. It had been so long since they’d so readily been able to communicate. “They were innocent. The men were nice. Really nice.”

  Her sister blinked as though she didn’t understand.

  “Here’s the deal. Brandon claimed he understood why I had to go undercover. After all, he’s an undercover cop, too. But, he said I should have exposed my true identity the moment I stepped into Trent’s house.”

  Jen faced her palm upward.

  “I see his point, but I really liked these guys. If I’d told them at the resort I was a cop, they would have tossed me out.” Then she never would have been able to experience the most exciting sex in her life. She stabbed a hand through her hair. There was no need to tell Jen she’d been too horny to spill the beans. “You know what the really bad part is? I never even found out their last names.”

  It looked like Jen brushed something off the spread. She was probably telling her to get over them, which was easy to say but hard to do.

  “You’re right. I can do better.” Or not. “I’ll see what my boss wants me to do.” She stood and kissed her sister good-bye. “Thanks for listening. I love you.”

  Later that morning, her boss handed her the names of all three men. “In case you want to do a background check on them. I spoke with the owner and he said those three were clean. One of them, Brandon Mitchell, is a cop in Phoenix.”

  “I did know about Brandon. He told me that as I was checking out.”

  She’d look into the other two to see if she could find dirt on them. She doubted it, but getting details on their lives might help fill in the hole in her heart. If by chance she did find out they’d lied to her about something, she might be able to worm her way back into their good graces.

  * * * *

  Trent did not want to go into work today. Facing another needy woman was not in the stars. Not after he’d been with Tiffany. Amazing Tiffany. His gut clenched. For a brief moment, he thought he’d found the woman of his dreams only to learn she was a liar and a fake. His people radar skills had disappeared the moment he saw her naked on top of the mountain. Boy, had he bought her act. Maybe her angelic face and goddess-like body had disrupted his brain waves.

  He then did something he hadn’t done since he started working at the resort. He called in sick. Lying to Rod left a bad taste in his mouth, but he had to plan his future. For the last year he’d paid his penance over Roger Pruett’s despicable act. Tiffany’s face flashed in his mind, as did her name. Tiffany North sounded familiar to him, but he was sure they’d never met. For the first time in a year, he had a desire to see justice done. Law was calling his name again.

  * * * *

  “Ms. Dumfield, I’m sorry to intrude, but I’d like to ask you a few questions about your mother.”

  The petite redhead, dressed in shorts and a tank top, ushered Tiffany inside her modest home. “Call me Charlotte, please. What’s this about my mother? Has something happened to her?” Her cheeks seemed to sink.

  While Charlotte’s house wasn’t large, the furnishings were nicely eclectic, and quite comfortable looking. “What did your mom tell you about the attack last week?”

  Charlotte slapped a hand against her chest. “Attack? What attack?”

  Oooh. Not good. “She never told you about the rape, I take it.”

  “Rape? Is my mom okay? How bad was it? My God. I can’t believe she was raped.” Her hands fluttered as if she needed to hold onto something.

  “She’s fine, actually. The attacker didn’t harm her physically.” If at all.

  “I don’t understand.” Charlotte took a deep breath and pointed to the sofa. “Please.”

  Once seated, Tiffany read a few of the comments from the police report, inwardly cringing at the words.

  Charlotte let out a long breath. “I haven’t spoken to her in a few days.” She bit down on her lower lip. “I used to go over to their house every day, but after I started dating Bobby, I’ve been a little lax.” Her fast breaths slowed.

  “Nothing serious happened to her this time, but something could have. That’s why your mom reported the incident.”

  “What do you need from me?”

  “When I interviewed the men, I got the sense she might have exaggerated.”

  Charlotte pressed her lips together and bobbed her head up and down. “I think I know what might have happened.”

  “What?”

  “Bobby happened.”

  She didn’t understa
nd, but hopefully Charlotte could explain the elusive connection. “Tell me about him.”

  “Bobby Dunlap is my new boyfriend. When I went to the Sensual Pleasures Fantasy Resort about two months ago, Bobby was my… I’m not sure what to call those men.”

  “Resort employee?”

  “Yes. He was part of my fantasy. After my week was up, I used a little of my uncle’s influence to find out his last name. I couldn’t take my mind off him, so I contacted him. The rest is history. We’ve been hooking up ever since.” She grinned and looked a lot younger than she probably was.

  “I’m happy for you.” Tiff’s eyes watered, but she wouldn’t cry. God no. She was a cop. What was in the past was in the past. A sharp pain stabbed her belly at her loss. “What does Bobby have to do with your mom?”

  “Mom’s a little pissed that I’m seeing him. You see, Bobby is African American. Not only that, but I’m having sex and we’re not married yet.”

  “I imagine she misses her daily daughter visits, too.”

  “You got it.”

  “So it’s possible that your mom might be trying to discredit the fantasy resort as a way to get back at them for stealing her daughter from her.”

  “I wouldn’t be surprised. It’s been her MO for years.” Charlotte pressed her lips together and shook her head. “I’ll have a good heart-to-heart with Mom and let you know. I think if I confront her, she’ll confess.”

  With a brother as the mayor, she doubted Betty would serve time for her lie. Tiffany stood. “I appreciate your candor. Best of luck with your new life. You look happy.”

  “I am.”

  Tiffany left, but instead of heading back to the station, she drove straight to Starbucks where she indulged in a decadent coffee with enough sugar to rot her teeth or cause her to go into a diabetic coma. While she had no physical proof Betty Dumfield had lied, she was convinced Charlotte’s take was right on. Now all she had to do was convince her boss to drop the case.

  She should be satisfied she’d figured out the woman’s reasons for her false claim, but the whole debacle with the men tainted any happiness she should be experiencing.