by BJ Wane
Brody exchanged a look with Ian that conveyed both annoyance and amused tolerance as yet another towns person was hell bent on making sure they were looking out for Piper’s well-being. “It’s nice to meet you and yes, we’re looking out for Piper, trying to discover what happened the two days she went missing. Now that she’s being a good girl, it’s much easier keeping an eye on her.” When Piper glared at his smug look, he simply squeezed her thigh under the table, keeping his easy smile in place.
“I don’t know about them,” Ian put in as he set his menu aside, “but I want the largest cut of prime rib you’ve got, with the works.”
“On the house for all of you,” Clem generously offered then turned and headed back to the kitchen before they could argue.
“You two know it does no good to argue with him,” Mary said to Haley and Piper. “Eat your dinner all gone and I have lemon pie.”
“I think they’ve adopted you,” Ian commented, his look going from Haley to Piper.
“They lost their son in Iraq and tend to mother anyone younger than them,” Haley said as she tried to ignore the way Ian’s hard thigh was pressing against hers, that simple contact sending shards of pleasure through her.
Ian wanted to grin at her flustered look and the way she was fiddling with her silverware and avoiding looking at him. Damn he mused, if a simple kiss could do that to her, he wondered what her reaction would be if he spent a few hours fucking her. Quelling that thought before it could develop into a full-fledged fantasy, he turned his attention to the large basket of hot rolls and a salad that looked like a meal in itself being set in front of him, sternly reminding himself that she was not for dallying with.
“That’s about as rough as it gets,” Ian said, his eyes filled with sympathy as he looked over at Mary bustling around their small restaurant. The tables were decked out with red and white checked table cloths, framed black and white pictures of Hope from the forties and fifties adorned the walls, a jukebox was playing an old Elvis Presley tune popular from the late fifties and homemade pies were temptingly displayed in the glass case at the checkout counter. Every time an order was up, Clem rang a bell from the open window separating the counter from the kitchen. The wholesome look and atmosphere of the place had Ian itching to stomp down the street to Rowdy’s, and if it wasn’t for the plate size cut of medium rare prime rib being set in front of him, he would. “Fucking A that looks good.” Ignoring the grins of the others, he dove in and didn’t plan to come up for air until he had taken his last bite.
Piper grinned at Haley across the table. “I guess it’s true that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I haven’t seen him that happy since he got here.”
“You can get there through sex too,” Ian said around a mouthful of food, “but since Brody’s taken that off the table, food it is, at least for now.”
“We’re on the job,” Brody bit out, reminding his partner of why they were here. “This is great, Mary,” he told the owner, quickly changing the subject when she returned at that moment to see to refilling their iced tea herself.
Piper tried not to let Brody’s reiteration of his no sex rule get to her, but she couldn’t help but be disappointed. By the time they finished pie and were ready to head back to her cabin, she was more than ready to torment them with the sound of her vibrator, not that she thought it would do any good to get Brody to change his mind about fucking her again. She had a feeling it would just give her even more erotic dreams to wake to.
“She’s doing it again,” Ian groaned two hours later when the soft but distinct buzzing of a vibrator echoed downstairs from the open loft. “I’d recognize that sound anywhere.”
So would he, Brody groaned as his dick thickened from nothing but that sound stimulating it. “Ian,” he warned, his voice as frustrated as Ian’s but his will stronger due to his growing emotional attachment to Piper. “It wouldn’t be…”
“I swear to God, if you say it wouldn’t be right one more time, I’m punching you,” Ian threatened with a dark, frustrated look over at him. Seated on the couch, both of them had just gotten engrossed in an action movie that was completely unrealistic but great kick ass entertainment when that cock hardening sound coming from upstairs caught both their attention.
Brody sighed, knowing Ian had a point. Piper was more than willing, then again, she had been more than willing five years ago and he had been haunted by the lost look on her face when he left her back then as well as the look of betrayal followed swiftly by resignation she couldn’t hide in those expressive green eyes a week later when reality had so rudely smacked her in the face. Brody was actually hoping Charles had indeed died from his injuries, leaving the path clear for him to pursue his growing desire for Piper as soon as Pasquino was brought in. Even if the little evidence they had against Charles wasn’t enough to convict him, it could be enough to persuade him to testify against Pasquino, in which case he’d have no choice but to go into witness protection if he wanted to live. Either way, Brody would be responsible.
“Fine, fuck her if you both want, just do it when I’m not around,” Brody snapped out even though his gut clenched a he pictured the two of them doing just that. A soft cry wafted down to them and the image of Piper’s face when she climaxed filled his vision as he rose and went outside to take another cooling dip in the lake, a habit he was getting damn tired of even if it was his own conscience leading him there.
“Take all the fun out of it, why don’t you?” Ian muttered as he watched his friend’s stiff back as he slammed out of the cabin before turning off the television and heading into the shower to relieve his own tension, another cry, this one louder and longer, following him until he shut the door.
Piper woke at five a.m. from erotic dreams filled with two men touching her everywhere followed by Brody following through with his threat to use his belt on her next time she didn’t abide by their rules. As she didn’t have any personal experience with how that would feel, her imagination filled in for her and wouldn’t leave her alone as she fixed coffee, ate a bagel and then shut herself in her workroom. The door to the spare bedroom was closed, much to her relief. She barely heard the slamming of the front door last night as she was writhing on her bed in the throes of climax, but it was enough to let her know she had gotten to them again. Her satisfaction with that success had been short lived, however, since she had spent the remainder of the night in sleepless agitation over her dreams.
She now remembered everything from their first night here, vividly recalled the feel of their hands and mouths on her naked body, the press of their denim covered, hard as rock cocks against her sensitive flesh and how she had craved them in her, how she had begged over and over for them to fuck her. Her dreams switched from that night to the spankings they had given her, the pain induced pleasure that had her wondering if she would have the same reaction from the harsher pain from Brody’s belt. How bad would it hurt? Would he stop if she couldn’t take it? And, most importantly, how hard would she come from that stronger erotic pain?
Piper put in the final stitch on the black lace suspender teddy and held it up for her inspection. Some woman was going to set some man back on his heels with this one, which made her wonder how it would look on her. Her imagination, fueled by her dreams and simmering lust, made it easy for her to do what she never did and try it on. Forgoing the black sheer hose, she stripped and slipped the black satin thong on first, the obvious bare exposure of her ass adding to her escalating arousal. She knew she’d have to keep the thong for herself since they were already so wet the slick material was clinging to her bare folds. Next she attached the wide lace suspenders to the black lace garters around her upper thighs and pulled them up over her breasts, the width just wide enough to cover her nipples before she crisscrossed them behind her neck and drew them around her sides, just below her naval where they came together and attached with small eye hooks.
Facing the tall mirror, she gaped at her reflection, the way her nipples could bare
ly be seen through the lace suspenders, the obvious dampness of the thong, the way the garters seemed to make her legs look longer. Looking at her design, she was contemplating different names for the outfit other than labeling it a teddy when a knock on her door followed by Brody opening it and peeking his head in had her standing rooted in place, both excitement and embarrassment filling her as his grey eyes widened in surprised appreciation.
“Sorry, darlin’,” he drawled when he could get his tongue unstuck from the roof of his dry mouth. “Haley’s here, needs to talk to you. She says you haven’t been answering your phone.”
Piper looked around and realized she left her phone upstairs. “Okay, thanks. Tell her to come back.”
Brody turned from the most erotic sight he had seen in a long time, took a deep fortifying breath, berated his cock and then returned to the great room and sent Haley back. Holy shit, the sight of Piper’s ass showcased in garters and a thong had greeted him like a welcome wet dream when he opened the door and when he managed to raise his eyes above that enticing view and saw her soft full breasts free except for her lace covered nipples and her damply covered mound in the mirror, it was all he could do to keep from marching in there and taking her amidst all the frills of her profession. The woman packed a wallop naked, but when that nakedness was showcased so erotically, she knocked a guy off his feet. If they didn’t get some fucking clue as to who was after her soon, he knew his good intentions weren’t going to be worth shit. A man could only take so much after all.
Brody’s frustration only increased when Piper and Haley came out of her workroom, Piper dressed in a short denim skirt and a sleeveless white blouse, and announced they needed to drive into Branson to pick up a large backorder for Haley’s shop and do some shopping. It wasn’t the trip that irritated and worried him however, it was the fact they had to drive separately because neither his car nor her jeep would hold the four of them as well as Haley’s large order.
“This is going to be another day from hell,” Ian grumbled as they followed Piper out to the highway.
“How bad can it be? They’ll pick up Haley’s order, we can sit in a bar while they shop, then we’ll head home.”
“You mean you’re not going to insist we follow them around the stores like pathetic puppies?” Ian’s look and tone were infused with sarcasm even though he was grinning.
“As long as they’re together out in public, I’m sure they’ll be fine. Did you give Haley the key chain?” Key chains with attached very loud warning alarms, mace and small jackknives, all easily accessed with the press of a button, could be bought at any cop shop, but they usually carried a few with them and would come in handy if either woman was ever accosted.
“Yeah. She seemed reluctant, but took it.” From the look on her face, Ian suspected Haley had owned one before and possibly used it. Unfortunately, her past victimization did nothing to rein in his desire for her.
Branson was a bustling town of non-stop activity, tourists crowding the streets, shows, restaurants and shops for over nine months out of the year. Brody found himself actually preferring the quieter, less populated town of Hope, especially as the traffic was bumper to bumper as they followed Piper and Haley to a public parking lot and sought out an empty place for each of them. Both women seemed to love maneuvering through the crowded street on the four block walk down to Branson’s Landing where they swore the best shopping was.
Specialty shops and restaurants lined the waterfront of Lake Taneycomo, and Brody was relieved when Piper led them to the Paddlewheel Pub, a restaurant that had outdoor patio seating that afforded them a good view of the shops up and down the waterfront.
“Now you two can wipe those scowls off your faces.” Piper had thought of teasing them by telling them they wanted Brody and Ian with them while they shopped, but she knew Brody wouldn’t believe her. “They have long, fat old fashioned hot dogs here as well as the best fries around. We’ll meet you here when we’re done.”
“Two hours, Piper,” Brody told her as he took a seat. “Then we’re headed back whether you’re done or not.”
Piper just rolled her eyes, grabbed Haley and took off before she let her mouth get her in trouble. Her frustration with Brody as well as her need to feel him fucking her long and hard was already raging out of control, she didn’t need to add pissing him off into the mix. But two hours later, when she and Haley were making their way back down to the pub, their arms laden with packages, Piper still found herself chafing under his restrictions and her constant, unfulfilled arousal. The mellow look on both men’s faces did nothing to ease her discontent, on the contrary seeing them so relaxed and Brody so seemingly unaffected by her sexily displayed body this morning while she was still fighting her pussy gushing, instant response to the look on his face made her itch to do something, anything, to irritate both of them out of their complacency.
As they loaded their packages into her jeep, the guys filling the back end with the pickup from the post office for Haley’s shop, a sudden impulse hit her on how to have a little fun at their expense. Jumping into the jeep, she waited until Haley settled on the passenger side before leaning out the window, calling to Brody and Ian as they were getting in their car. “First one to Hope has to unload the jeep!” Without waiting for their response, Piper pealed out of the parking lot, laughing at the surprise and anger on both men’s faces.
“Are you nuts?” Haley asked as Piper expertly maneuvered through the heavy traffic. “There’s no way we can beat that car back to town.” But Haley was grinning at the fun of trying to best those two.
“We can if we take Tucker’s Pass, which they don’t know about.” Cutting through the bumpy, unpaved, two lane road through a densely wooded area that only the locals knew about would get them back to Hope at least ten minutes before the highway route and Piper couldn’t wait to see their expressions when they were parked in front of the shop idly waiting for them.
Haley laughed at Piper’s gall, wishing she had the nerve and constitution to simply let go around a man, especially Ian. While she wasn’t interested in a relationship, she was beginning to think she was ready to end her long drought of celibacy and that Ian might be the one to get wet with again. “I admire your nerve, Piper, but Ian told me what they did when you defied them before. Are you sure you want to risk that humiliation again?”
Piper hadn’t blushed in a long time, but she did then as she wondered what Haley thought of her now. But when she had turned over a new leaf upon leaving Geneva and then Atlantic City, she swore she’d never go back to being that insecure girl who suppressed her desires to please others and she wasn’t going to start now. “Maybe being spanked turned me on so much that I want one of them to retaliate that way again.” Admitting that out loud made her wonder if that wasn’t what she had been aiming for, hoping for by pulling this little stunt. Spurred on by her obsession with Brody’s belt threat, she couldn’t deny that she would welcome another ‘painful’ encounter.
Instead of being shocked by Piper’s revelation, Haley found herself intrigued. “Right now, concentrate on your driving. Later, preferably over some strong marguerita’s, you can give me more details.”
Smiling over at her, Piper replied, “It’s a date.”
Twenty minutes later, a blowout from her right rear tire had Piper struggling to slow the jeep on the dirt road, a feat made even more difficult because she was speeding in an effort to get back to Hope long before Brody and Ian. “Crap,” she muttered as she finally managed to slow enough to pull over and cut the engine. “We are in so much trouble.” Getting out, she walked to the back of her jeep and winced as she saw the tire was completely flat and she would be lucky if the rim wasn’t ruined in her struggle to stop.
“Speak for yourself,” Haley stated as she looked at the ruined tire. “This stunt was your idea and I’m not the one someone seems to have it in for.” Looking up and down the relatively deserted stretch of back road, Haley bit her lip in worry. “This isn’t good, Piper.�
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“I know, damn it.” Piper was smart enough to worry about being stranded at any time, but with those mysterious missing two days still plaguing her and the vandalism at Haley’s shop still unresolved, her palms grew sweaty with the potential risk she had put herself in. Pulling out her phone, she quickly dialed Brody’s number, hoping he was close enough to the cutoff to Tucker’s Pass that it wouldn’t take them long to backtrack and get here. They could change the tire themselves, but the spare was buried under the big boxes from the post office and it would take them twice as long as the guys, time she didn’t want to spend alone out here. “Hi Brody,” she said when he answered. “Uh, we could use a little help.”
Ten minutes later, her ears were still ringing from Brody’s curses and threats, but her relief was palpable when she saw his bright red hot rod spewing dust as he approached them. She knew she was in for a tongue lashing, something her guilty conscience really didn’t need, but that she deserved, and when Haley had noticed the left rear tire slowly going flat while they waited, she added fear to her worry and guilt. A flat wasn’t a sign of foul play, a blowout followed by another flat hinted at tampering.
“Easy, partner,” Ian cautioned Brody when he roared to a stop behind the jeep, his anger and curses stronger than when Piper had taken off in Branson, leaving them behind.
“No, I’m done being easy with her. She agreed to our help and our rules. She’s going to damn well abide by them.” Beneath the anger beating at him was worry and fear and as he saw both tires, the worry and fear out passed the anger.
“Brody, I’m…”
“Be. Quiet,” he told her with quiet, steely emphasis.
Piper thought now would be a good time to heed his order and stepped back while they checked the damage. Within minutes, they found nails embedded in both tires, long, thick nails guaranteed to cause a flat in a short amount of time.
“You thinking what I am?” Brody asked Ian as they stood up from inspecting the tires.
