by Honor James
“What?” Craig asked.
“Four cars back, left-hand lane in the gray minivan. Tell me I’m not seeing things.”
Craig leaned in as if to kiss her again, but his attention was definitely not on her. “No, you are not seeing things. What’s the play?”
“Fuck if I know,” Elliott muttered. A moment of silence before he was on the Bluetooth piece again with the office. “Harker, it’s me. We have a problem. Parker’s tailing us right now. No fucking idea how he managed to pick us up, but he’s back there. Yoshi confirmed for me. Still fifteen out from the office. But you know he’ll never follow us all the way in. Copy that, talk again in five.”
“He off to get Michael and the guys?”
“Yup, hopefully we can box this motherfucker in.”
She had been so focused on Craig that she didn’t think about the trouble that was still plaguing them. “Oh god,” she whispered and pulled back from Craig so that she could let him get to what he needed, his weapons. “What do you need for me to do?”
“Come back here for now,” Craig told her. He drew her back close to him and gave her a gentle kiss. “Until we have a game plan, you and I are going to keep doing what we were doing. We don’t want to alert him to anything being wrong, it will spook him. Wrap your arms around my neck and just kiss me, Clara.”
“Are you sure?” At his nod she leaned into him and began to kiss him once more. Worry was still clear in the way that she moved and in the kiss she gave him. Then he began to really kiss her and she lost herself in his kiss once more.
His hand slid up under her shirt along her back to press her even tighter to him. “Fuck, woman, you taste like pure sin,” he said when they broke apart to pull in some air. He let out a breath, and then kissed her once more.
“I’m always going to be sin when it comes to you.” She moved her hand up his thigh and began to stroke him from knee to upper thigh, just shy of his cock. “God you feel so good and make me forget everything.”
“That’s the plan,” he told her. Smiling, he kissed her again gently. Drawing back a little, he pulled her in close to him, resting a hand to her head, and began to stroke her hair.
Elliott’s phone rang again. “Yup, I’m here. Yeah, he’s still there but he’s fallen back another car length. Of course I know where it is, why?” He fell silent, and all she could see was part of his profile and his eyes and eyebrows in the rearview mirror. “All right. Then what? Because besides tasing my ass, which yes, I’m still bent about, we can’t really prove much of anything. The cops only have smudges, and really they could have been Phyllis’s. Right, trusting you, boss man. See you in fifteen.” Rolling his eyes, Elliott muttered under his breath as he changed lanes.
“What’s the plan?”
“Michael wants us to head to the diner to pick up breakfast. He’s called in an order, but the guys will be there waiting for Parker. When we leave he’ll follow us, they’ll follow him, and then we go into the office as if we are fully unaware. He’ll peel off at some point because he doesn’t want to get that close to Nightshade, and the guys will follow him to wherever he ends up. From there it all depends on what he gets up to I guess.”
“Do you think that this will actually work?” she asked as she snuggled up against Craig, her hands shaking in her lap. “That we will be able to find where he’s holing up and find the other two that he’s working with as well?”
“No idea, but we have the opportunity to try so we’re taking it,” Elliott said. He moved into the lane to take the next off ramp and shot her a look in the rearview mirror. “It’s okay, love. He won’t get anywhere near you, and if he does Yoshi will drill the fucker full of so many holes he’ll look like Swiss cheese.”
“Good. Make one of them right between his legs. Make the son of a bitch suffer, please.” There hadn’t been rape when they had been taken, but there had been more than that—psychological and physical abuse out the wazoo.
“Deal,” Craig told her. He was still stroking her hair slowly, trying to soothe her and keep her relaxed. It was working, but only to a degree.
“We’re five from the diner. I’m going to pull in next to the main door, hopefully, and just run in to grab things. I have the spare keys so I’ll hit the locks when I get out but I seriously doubt he’ll try anything. I have a feeling he’s on a recon mission right now, likely has been for a while now given the new set of wheels.”
“So we are just going to stay in here?” she asked Craig. “Or are we all going to go in?” From the way that Elliott was talking he was going to run in and get the food, but what kind of good would it do to have them in the vehicle?
“We’re staying in the vehicle,” Craig said. “Doesn’t take three of us to run in for food. Not with the way those guys box it up for us all the time. Besides if he knows you’re still in the vehicle then he might try and do something idiotic. Not that it’ll get him anywhere given he definitely doesn’t have the smarts to break into this truck on the best of days, let alone with someone that’s more than a little pissed off at him and armed.”
“Good points, both of them.” She laid her head back on Craig’s shoulder and closed her eyes once more. “I trust you, Craig. You as well, Elliott. Just don’t let the bastard tase you again, please?” She wanted to make sure that she kept her man safe.
“I dare him to bloody well try,” Elliott said with a definite growl to his words.
A few minutes later he swung the large SUV into a parking lot and into a parking stall near the front of a quaint looking diner. “Back in a couple,” he said. Turning he looked at her over the front seats. “You’re perfectly safe, Clara. If all else fails, go for the nutsack,” he said with a wink. Then he was out of the vehicle and moving to the diner. As he stepped inside the locks engaged on the SUV, effectively locking her and Craig inside without Parker knowing he’d done it.
Clara looked up at Craig and smiled. “So should we start to make out again? You will be able to keep watch on everything that is happening around us and I will be able to relax while you are kissing me and stroking your hands over my breasts.”
“You have a plan in mind I can tell. I think I can work with that,” he told her. Leaning in he pressed a kiss to her cheek, then her earlobe, and then down onto her pulse. Lightly he scraped his teeth to her skin, just enough contact to send a shiver through her. “I hope you don’t mind a few of my own variations thrown in for the hell of it, though.” She could feel his lips curling into a smile against her neck while he slid his hand around under her shirt to her belly, and then up to cup her breast.
“You have the best variations ever.” She moaned and let her head fall back so that she could give him full access to her neck. “Goodness I love that.” His fingers tweaked her nipple and she sobbed. “Jesus H Christ that feels so damn good.”
He chuckled against her skin, warming it with his breath. “I’m so glad you approve,” he told her. Placing his mouth over her pulse, he ran the tip of his tongue over her skin in little designs. His hand, though, was busy. He shifted slightly to pull her bra cup down to bare her flesh to his fingers. Which immediately latched onto her nipple to tug, twist, and squeeze.
“Oh God.” She squeezed his shoulders to tug him closer. “Bite, please.” She loved it when he would leave hickeys on her neck and she wanted one now. She was so focused on him she didn’t feel or see anything else going on around them. She just simply enjoyed.
Easing his mouth lower he put it to the sweet spot of her neck and bit down. At the same time he tugged on her nipple hard, squeezing it tight, and then let it pop from his fingers so it began to throb. Craig was sucking lightly on her neck as he continued to torture her nipple for a time before sliding his hand down to undo the button of her slacks. Drawing down the zipper he slid his hand in, under her panties, to cup her pussy and rub a finger over her throbbing clit.
She felt her wetness coating his fingers and moaned again. “Again, more.” She was rubbing her pussy against Craig’s
fingers. She was so close to an orgasm. “More. I want to come. I need to come,” she told him.
“Open your shirt for me,” he growled out. “Just enough to give me that sexy nipple of yours. I want to suck it as you drench my fingers when you come.” Craig slid his hand in further, pressing two fingers into her pussy while rubbing his thumb against her clit.
She opened her shirt with shaky hands and tugged again on her bra to bare her nipple to him. “Yes.” She was panting as she spoke. “Please.” She was riding his fingers and undulating her hips as she did so. The feeling of his fingers filling her full, the erotic moment of possibly being caught or seen, she loved it. She was definitely into voyeurism and both of her men knew it.
Dropping his head, he flicked his tongue to her nipple then sucked it into his mouth. Using his teeth he tugged, rolled, and scraped the tight bud while pumping his fingers into her pussy faster and harder. Then he curled them up so they were rubbing along her G-spot as he sucked her nipple deeper into his mouth with long, hard pulls.
Clara shoved her fist against her mouth and bit it while she came, her whole body arching and her pussy clenching on his fingers as she came. She heard herself sobbing, but bit her fist just a bit more to keep from screaming aloud.
“Perfect,” he said. Lifting his head he nuzzled at her cheek until she dropped her hand, and then he kissed her. He was still moving his fingers, slower though, in and out of her pussy. “I love watching you as you fall apart.”
The locks clicked open, and the front passenger side door opened. The smell of food hit her nose as a box was slid into the seat, and Elliott leaned in to put the seatbelt around the box to hold it in place. “I think you may have given the owner a heart attack with that little display,” he commented with a grin. Easing out, he shut the door and walked around the front of the vehicle until he was able to slide in behind the wheel again.
“Hardly. I’m sure that they have seen it before,” she muttered. She began to button her shirt back up with shaky hands and grinned. “Goodness, that was so good. Part of the whole rush of pleasure was in knowing that any moment someone could catch us.”
Craig slowly withdrew his fingers from her pussy, pausing to pinch her clit lightly, before drawing his hand from her pants. He then licked his fingers clean slowly while he watched her. Winking, he helped her to get her pants done back up.
Once he had licked his fingers clean, she tugged him close and kissed him. When they pulled apart, she licked her lips. “Damn that’s so hot.” Everything she did with these men was perfect. “Don’t forget, your desk, me and you, fucking hard.
“I’d never forget a promise to you,” he said.
“We’re back in the car, leaving the diner now,” Elliott was saying. He had them back out on the street when he finally shot her a look in the mirror. “Your shirt is even worse off than before. You really should get that fixed before we get there you know. Yeah, I’m here. Sorry, had to mute the phone for a second. That is none of your damn business, Michael,” he said with a wink in the mirror for her.
“I think that I need to just start to wear tube dresses so that we are easily accessible,” she said with a laugh. “Either that or pull over shirts instead of button up ones, then again those would be so hard to get out of when we were in the heat of things.”
“Dresses aren’t a bad idea. No underwear, easy in and out of, I like it,” Craig said. Elliott was still talking to Michael up front while Craig hugged her close. “Something with a little stretch to it.”
“I agree. I think that I will have to go shopping. Who’s going to take me shopping? Take me so that we can try on every single item of clothing that we purchase.” Damn, her libido was once more talking for her. She wasn’t thinking about the danger, just being with her men. There was something seriously wrong with her.
“We’ll both take you. One of those little boutique places with the big change rooms,” he told her. “That way we can have a very hands-on experience shopping with you. Gotta make sure they are long enough to cover your ass, but not so long that we have to fight a lot of material.”
“See, I love the way that you guys think. And this way when I start feeling all sorts of needy one or both of you can take me and make me come?” She did love the idea of them taking her shopping, the idea of them helping her to choose what clothes to buy.
“It’s definitely an option. A thin wall, or curtain, all that keeps us from being discovered as we fuck you raw. Or maybe have you sucking one of us off while the other fucks you hard from behind. That might be an idea, too. Of course if the shopping trip is long enough, we could do a few different things while we’re there. We’ll have to remember to take a few condoms with us just in case.”
“God I love both ideas. We both know how much I love sucking your cocks.” And when they spilled inside of her as well, she loved the taste of her men. “I think we should do that and take turns, one fucking, the other being sucked, and then the next store reversing? You like that idea?”
“Anything with you is a great idea, but that definitely holds some serious merit.” He leaned into her, but only to look around Elliott. “Looks like we’re about five minutes from the office. How are you doing now? More relaxed?” he asked.
“Hell yeah I’m more relaxed,” she told him with a silly smile on her face. “I think that anytime I get too tense or too stressed one or both of you should make me come. What do you think of the idea?” She loved the plan personally, but that was her.
“Another great solution, and one I’m totally on board with. I like making you come at any time, but it would be an honor to do it when you’re stressed, anxious, or otherwise not happy. I’m really not picky if you hadn’t noticed,” he said with a grin. Chuckling softly, he pulled her in closer to him and rubbed his hand up and down her arm.
“I’m not picky either,” she admitted. “Because anything that I can do in order to get your hands on my body is good with me. I’m totally on board with anything that you want to do to me at any time at all.”
“And now the options are absolutely endless. For now, though, I’ll be very happy with bending you over my desk to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours. Depending on how you hold out, or don’t, we might break in the sofa, or even my desk chair as well. I also have a credenza, and a filing cabinet we could work with.”
“All of the above sound good. I think that I will be able to hold out, as long as you can hold out.” She was teasing her man because she knew that he would be able to do anything he put his mind to. “Over your desk first, though. I want you to sit at your desk and only think about me.”
“I can withhold an orgasm if I want. I will admit it’s been particularly difficult to manage with you, but I think in this case I might figure something out. Especially if I can have you all over my office, in many different positions, and screaming every time you come on my cock.” He put his mouth to her ear and dropped his voice. “I have a special vibrator in my desk for you for when I take you in your ass. I think you’ll quite enjoy it, and its many intense settings.”
“God yes.” She could already practically feel the vibrator in her pussy. “We will have to meet with your friends first, though, won’t we?” She pouted, just a little. “That’s okay. We will just build up more anticipation.”
“Yes, we need to meet with them first. We also need to eat breakfast, too. You’ll need the energy if we’re going to take on my entire office. I shouldn’t say anything,” he told her. Dropping his voice even more, he told her, “Elliott picked you up something extra special. You keep it inserted at all times, and we each get a control that we can use at any given moment. It’s a very interesting item he procured. One I think you’ll quite like.”
“Oh my.” Already she loved how it sounded. “Then I definitely need to start working with you guys. Either that or once this is all over you boys will have to come home with me often.” She had already decided to give up her job. She was perfectly happy to simply do her own thing outsid
e of working in corporate America.
“I think we’ll enjoy it even more if you come to work with us. Though we may need to write into our contracts additional breaks so that we can have you flipped over our desks on occasion. Not quite sure how to word that so Michael doesn’t shoot the idea down immediately.”
“He’s married, right?” At their nods she grinned. “I’m sure that he takes lots of extra breaks as well. We will do whatever we need to do in order to keep ourselves occupied and employed. We won’t deny ourselves but hopefully we won’t be caught too many times.”
“Pulling up the street now, the office is in sight,” Elliott was saying. “Yeah, still there, but it looks like he’s signalling for a left turn. Copy that, see you in a few,” he said. Shaking his head, he pulled the Bluetooth device from his ear and dropped it onto the console. “Our tail is slinking off, but he’s got three of his own now to contend with.”
“Good, hopefully one of them can track him back to whatever hole he’s been hiding in,” Craig said. He pressed a kiss to her temple just as they turned into the parking lot of Nightshade.
Elliott pulled into his regular parking spot, turned off the engine, and shot her a look over the seats. He gave her a wink, and then slid out of the vehicle moving around it to collect the box of food while Craig opened his door, slipping out before turning to give her a hand out.
Before she let them pull her out of the car she double-checked her shirt was buttoned up correctly and her pants were once again done up. She looked at Craig and smiled. “Heavens that was just about the best trip to work, ever in the history of ever.”
“Definitely makes it to the top of my list as well,” Craig said. “I wouldn’t go putting it up on a pedestal just yet, Clara. We have many more days of coming into the office ahead to try and top it. One never knows what those rides will be like.”
