Licensed to Thrill [Clandestine Affairs 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

  If she opened her eyes she would wake up, aroused, frustrated, and alone in her own bed— again. And so she kept them firmly closed, and lived the dream for just a little longer.

  The sound of a voice and a responding deep, rich masculine chuckle caught her off guard. That had never happened before. Milo’s voice has never been so real in her dreams. And the tight arms pinning her against a rock-solid body, the feel of an impressive erection drilling against her belly, was too authentic to be a figment of the highly active imagination that had spent ten years fine-tuning her Milo fantasies.

  She cautiously opened one eye and found herself gazing into Milo’s sparkling gray eyes.

  Holy shit, this was for real!

  He had actually kissed her, and he’d done it because he wanted to. It was surreal. If Hal hadn’t come back when he had, who knows where it would have led. Where it still might lead, if she had any say in the matter. Milo didn’t seem bothered by Hal’s appearance, and continued to hold Jodie very close. And then he did what she had never thought to see. He offered her a full-wattage, non-contrived, one-hundred-percent exceedingly wicked smile. It lit up his rugged features, emphasizing the fine lines around his eyes—eyes that glowed with hot intentions—and kissed the end of her nose.

  “Your timing sucks, mate,” he said to Hal, finally letting her go.

  “You want me to go out and come back in again?”

  “Yeah, in about two hours’ time.”

  “Fuck you, I wanna play, too.”

  “Pardon?” Jodie, still dazed, must have misheard him. “What did you say?”

  “He didn’t say anything, darling.” Milo shot Hal what appeared to be a warning glare. “He’s talking out of his arse as usual.”

  Jodie would never tire of hearing a Brit say the word arse. It sounded glamorous and erotic, especially coming from the mouth of someone with such a polished, upper-class accent as Milo. She had no idea where he’d gone to school, but was willing to bet his education had taken place at one of England’s more elite establishments. It showed.

  “Let me help you with the food, Hal,” Jodie said, moving into the kitchen, surprised her legs had the strength to support her, given the carnage Milo’s kiss had done to her equilibrium.

  To her astonishment, Hal slipped an arm around her waist and planted a gentle kiss on her lips.

  “Why should he have all the fun?”

  “Leave it, Hal,” Milo said sharply.

  He came into the kitchen as well, shooed Jodie out the way and decanted all the food into serving dishes. No eating straight from the foil containers in this establishment, obviously. Milo washed the containers in question under the tap, and then squashed them into the recycling bin. Clearly, he was housetrained. Gotta hand it to the military, she thought. The discipline never left its recruits.

  They sat at the kitchen counter, Milo opened a bottle of red wine and poured for them all, and they started to eat. The atmosphere was charged again, pulsating with something Jodie couldn’t put a name to. There was a lot of eye contact going on between Milo and Hal, and Jodie had no idea what that was all about. It was like they were communicating without the need for words. Jodie felt excluded, and found it exhausting trying to keep up with them.

  “I’m curious about something,” she said. “How come Paul knew to call you for help?”

  “He didn’t,” Milo replied. “He called Raoul. Remember him?”

  “How can I forget?” A giggle slipped past her guard. “It was his head I almost landed on when I fell from that tree.”

  “Right, well he runs a covert agency that helps out in certain situations.”

  Jodie widened her eyes. “Military operations?”

  “Sometimes,” Hal said evasively. “He has people all over the States, and in other countries, too. We’ve all served, and been frustrated by the red-tape bullshit you’ve probably come against when trying to help your refugees. By keeping below the radar, we can sometimes get things done without anyone being the wiser.”

  “Ah, now I understand the hacking into the criminal records thing. I wondered why you just happened to possess that skill.”

  “That’s pretty basic stuff,” Milo said. “We go other, way more sensitive places sometimes. Places where the establishment can’t risk being caught poking their collective noses in.” He leaned an elbow on the counter, totally at ease. To Jodie, he had never seemed more compelling. “It can be very informative.”

  “I’ll just bet it can.” Jodie suspected there was a great deal more to it than that, but also figured they probably would tell her. “I understand now why you weren’t best pleased to be stuck with me. My problems must seem pretty insignificant compared to what you normally do.”

  “We’re happy to help,” Hal said, blowing her a kiss.

  “What made Raoul start up his operation? I would have thought he’d be married with a couple of kids by now.”

  “He was married,” Milo replied, his expression darkening. “To a Palestinian lady who helped the Americans and Israelis try to broker peace in her part of the world. She got killed in a stupid operation that never should have gone ahead. Raoul and Zeke got captured trying to save her. They were badly tortured—”

  “That’s so sad.”

  “Yeah well, now they run a horse farm in Wyoming, and control their agency from there,” Hal said. “I don’t think Raoul will ever know any peace until he avenges his wife’s senseless death.”

  “Which means bringing down the US colonel who ordered the mission,” Milo added. “And that would be tantamount to treason. No wonder the poor guy can’t move on with his life.”

  Hal stood up and started stashing their empty plates in the dishwasher, waving aside her offer of help. When he returned to his seat, Jodie noticed another speaking look pass between the two men, and Milo give an imperceptible nod.

  “Is there something you two aren’t telling me?” she asked. “I get the feeling I’m being talked about behind my back.”

  “Only in a good way, babe,” Hal assured her.

  “Do share,” she invited.

  “There’s no easy way to tell you this, and it will probably shock you.” Milo took her hand and kissed the back of it, his tongue trailing lazily across her knuckles, setting her pulse racing. “And you have to understand from the outset that there’s absolutely no pressure on you to agree.”

  “None whatsoever,” Hal added, taking her other hand and mirroring Milo’s actions.

  Jodie’s brain flooded with possibilities—none of them good. They had decided they couldn’t help her after all. They both had significant others, who would return home any moment and demand to know what Jodie was doing there. No, they wouldn’t be kissing her hands if that was the case.

  Thinking of which, why was she letting Hal kiss her? Milo was the only man she’d ever wanted, and he appeared to be on the cusp of making a move on her. It wouldn’t do to give the impression of being loose, and blow it. And yet Hal, with his blond surfer-boy looks, sparkling blue eyes, and infectious good humor, excited her passions just as much as Milo did. Wow, she hadn’t seen that one coming. She shook her head in an effort to clear the fog whirling around inside it. Getting arrested must have put her through a character transplant.

  “Just tell me,” she said, glad they couldn’t know that their combined attentions had caused her pussy to leak like a faulty faucet. Having two such gorgeous hunks plying her with attention did that to a girl, it seemed. “It can’t be that bad.”

  “Depends if you really are averse to taking orders,” Milo replied.

  “Now you’ve definitely piqued my curiosity.”

  “We’d like to pique a hell of a lot more than that.” Milo fixed her with a burning look. “Don’t freak, but you need to understand that Hal and I are sexual Doms. You know what that means?”

  You’re what! “I think so. You like to order a woman about in the bedroom. Tie her up. Spank her. Make her do what you want.”

  “Sounds as though
you’ve tried it,” Hal said, squeezing the hand he was still holding.

  “No, but I had a friend at college who was into it. She used to tell me things.”

  “Things that made you curious?” Milo asked.

  “Well, I—”

  Milo released her hand and lightly tapped her thigh. “Always say what you’re thinking when we ask you a question, Jodie. Never prevaricate. Relationships like the one we’re suggesting require complete honesty, and absolute trust.”

  “I haven’t agreed to a relationship yet.”

  “No,” Milo said, a slow, sexy smile illuminating his features. “You haven’t, but you will.”

  His arrogance, his total belief in his ability to control her, both angered and excited Jodie. “You’re very sure of yourself, Mr. Hanson.”

  “I’ve kissed you. I know how passionate you are. I’m also guessing you want to know more about our lifestyle. A lot more. Now, answer my question.”

  “Sir with a capital S,” she muttered.

  “Come again,” Hal said.

  “Sir with a capital S. That’s what Milo said to me in the police station. Now it starts to make sense. And yes, I am curious, but I need to know what you would expect of me. Would I have to have sex with you both?”

  “Absolutely,” they replied in unison.

  “Both at once?”

  Milo nodded. “But not immediately. We’ll train you, work up to that.”

  “I’m not good at pain.”

  “We’ll get you used to that as well,” Hal said. “And you’ll take to it like a natural.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “I thought you’d make an amazingly responsive sub as soon as I met you,” Hal replied. “But someone who shall remain nameless never mixes business with pleasure, so I figured it wouldn’t happen. When I got back with the food and saw what the two of you were doing, I couldn’t quite believe it.” That makes two of us. “You’ve broken thought his defenses, darling, and so the rules don’t apply in your case. I’m glad, ’cause I gotta tell you, I want you pretty damned bad. Have done since first setting eyes on you.”

  Jodie gulped. “What, when I was in the police station, tired, dirty, and scared shitless?”

  “And mouthing off,” Milo added with a hint of a smile.

  “Especially then,” Hal said. “You looked so damned vulnerable, I just wanted to scoop you up and make it all go away for you.”

  Jodie was overcome. She somehow knew Hal hadn’t said that just because he wanted to get laid. He wouldn’t have any trouble finding female companionship if that’s all it was. She could get used to being the object of their charm campaign, but reminded herself not to get carried away by their flattery. These guys were career philanderers. They were proposing a bit of fun while they sorted out her problems, that was all. Once that was done with, she would be history. Jodie didn’t do casual flings with one guy at a time, much less two. But her body had other ideas. It was buzzing with expectation and she knew she wouldn’t turn them down. It was time to broaden her horizons.

  “About doing as I’m told.” She shared a wry smile between them. “I’m not too good at that. I’ve been a rebel all my life, and that won’t change. If I agree to do this, then yes, I’ll obey you in the bedroom, but the rest of my life is my own.”

  “Agreed,” they replied in unison.

  “I don’t know what you’re expecting, but I ought to warn you, I’m not very experienced at sex. I’ve only ever been with a couple of guys.”

  “Good.” Milo’s gaze burned into her profile. “We like inexperience.”

  “Will I have to have anal sex?” She tried not to shudder at the prospect. “I don’t think I’d like that very much.”

  “Baby, it will blow your mind, but we’ll work up to that as well,” Hal said. “We’ll never make you do anything you’re not comfortable with. You have to trust us, and in return it’s our responsibility to take care of you.”

  “Like I said at the start of this conversation,” Milo added. “There’s no pressure. We’ll do our level best to get you out of this terrorist charge, no matter what you decide.”

  Jodie sat between them, feeling alive and desirable, and a whole raft of other alien emotions. She would do this. There had never really been any serious question of her turning them down, even if she hadn’t been completely honest with them. She had only been with a couple of guys, that bit was true. What she didn’t dare to tell them for fear of them rejecting her was she’d never had an orgasm, other than the self-induced variety. They’d imagine she was frigid if they knew, even though Jodie had read any number of women failed to receive satisfaction through penetrative sex. She just happened to be one of them. It was no big deal. If she could give these two hunks pleasure—one of whose face she always visualized whenever she masturbated—that would be enough for her.

  “I’ll do it,” she said, sharing a decisive gaze between them. “When do we start?”

  Both men threw back their heads and roared with laughter. “No time like the present,” Milo replied, lifting her straight from her stool and carrying her across the loft. “We need a safety word, darling. Something you’ll remember easily. If either of us does anything that makes you uncomfortable, you say that word and it stops.”

  “Okay.”

  “What word would you like to use?”

  “How about Paddington Green?” she asked with an impish smile.

  “That’s two words,” Hal pointed out. “But I guess it would work.”

  “What do I call you both?” she asked as Milo kicked a door open, presumably the door to his bedroom.

  “Sir or Master works just fine,” Hal replied.

  “Oh my!”

  Milo placed her on her feet and Jodie glanced around the room, truly surprised. It was enormous, and was dominated by the largest bed she had ever seen. It could accommodate four people with ease. She tried not to feel jealous when she thought about the people it had probably accommodated before her, and those that would come afterward. Live for the moment, she reminded herself. The walls were different shades of mauve, light and dark. There was an anteroom off to one side, with the door open. She could see various benches through the opening, but had no idea what use they could be put to. They were unlike the exercise machines she had seen in any gym. There was also an array of implements neatly arranged on shelves along the walls.

  “Welcome to our alternative world,” Hal said, leaning in for a deep kiss.

  When he allowed her up for air, Jodie glanced at Milo, and gasped. He had removed his shirt and sat bare-chested on the edge of the bed, the top button to his jeans undone. She drank in the sight of his muscular torso, and felt a slow smile spread across her face.

  “Hey, darlin’, don’t mind him!”

  Hal left her standing where she was, threw off his shirt, and joined Milo on the edge of the bed. Oh lordy, what a view! Hal was as well built as Milo. They made a glorious contrast—Milo dark and brooding, Hal blond and full of good spirits. Both with broad muscular chests, washboard abs. and tapering waists. And they were hers, all hers, for as long as it took.

  “What do you require me to do first?” she asked, nervous when they just sat where they were, watching her watching them.

  “Excuse me?” Milo frowned at her. “Did someone speak?”

  What had she done to displease him? “Oh, I beg your pardon, Master,” she replied with a sweet smile. “What would you like me to do for you first?”

  “Take off your top. Slowly.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She pulled it over her head and cast it aside, feeling strangely liberated and not in the least embarrassed. Both men inhaled sharply when she turned to face them again, her breasts encased in their pretty pink prison.

  “Now the trousers,” Milo said, offering neither compliment nor complaint.

  She did as they asked and turned to face them once again, awaiting instructions.

  “Keep your eyes lowered,” Milo said curt
ly. “Only look at us when we give you permission to, and speak only when spoken to.”

  Jodie dropped her gaze to the floor, hoping they wouldn’t notice her flimsy panties were soaked clean through with her own juices, and were now worse than useless. A tremor ran through her body as anticipation stoked her desires. Had she really agreed to let both of them fuck her? To have anal sex? To allow them to spank her?

  Suddenly, she was full of self-doubt. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

  “What if I have questions, Sir?” she asked, keeping her eyes lowered. “Can I speak then?”

  “We don’t want you to have any concerns,” Milo replied. “Of course you’ll have questions. If they can wait until afterward, that would be best. If not, then say so.”

  “I will. Sir,” she added hastily.

  “Shit!” Milo’s cell phone rang, breaking the mood. “Talk about bad timing,” he said, extracting it from his pocket and checking the display. “It’s overseas. Probably for you, darling. Do you want to take it?”

  “No, but I suppose I should.”

  “I’ll put it on speaker,” Milo said, clearly sensing her reluctance. She nodded, and he did so. “Hanson,” he said abruptly.

  “Mr. Hanson, my name is Bisset. I believe my daughter’s with you.”

  Chapter Seven

  “She is indeed.”

  The excitement abruptly faded from Jodie’s eyes when she heard her father’s voice, replaced by an emotion Milo couldn’t quite identify. A combination of scorn, susceptibility, and fear, perhaps? Unless Milo missed his guess, Jodie was hell bent on going up against her father simply to get back at him for perceived neglect. She told herself she didn’t give a toss about him, and was perfectly prepared to embarrass him. But a part of her feared him, while another part secretly craved his approval.

  “I want to thank you for extricating her from this silly misunderstanding. Jodie’s still young and can be a little hot headed at times, but she’s no terrorist.”