by Betty Womack
She took a leisurely bath with her favorite scented oil called Spanish Geranium. The fragrance never failed to make her horny as a cat in heat. Tonight, she’d try it out on two men. Hell, they didn’t need perfume to get started. So much the better for her.
There was no hurry to find an outfit for the night. While she dried her body with several soft towels, Carol anticipated a very enjoyable evening, becoming more anxious for its beginning with every breath.
She removed the tags from the new lingerie and laid them in a dresser drawer. That wasn’t what she wanted tonight. Seduction and some flirtation before the unholy, fantastic sex were in order this time. She would be in charge of this little party.
Confident in her plan to dominate her men, she stepped into her favorite white lace thong and wrapped a sheer white sari about her body. A quick look in the closet door mirror assured the party would be a success. Her nipples peaked under the sheer material, and her ass was clearly visible.
She stacked her long hair into a mass of loose curls on top of her head, leaving tendrils free to drift seductively about her shoulders.
The look suited her, she thought. Casual, like the sex she wanted.
She carried the wine out to the small patio, hurrying back in for glasses. For a split second, she felt foolish, making a fuss over a couple of men she wouldn’t see much after tonight. Her life had a pattern of brief relationships, each one ending when the next one suited her fancy.
Chewing on her lower lip, she knew this time was different. Baron and Sham were different.
She heard the car doors slamming out in her driveway and hurried back into the living room to let them in. They stood side by side, smiling and bearing gifts. Her heart pounded crazily, and her voice sounded strange to her ears when she greeted them.
“Come on in.” The bouquet Sham pressed into her hands contained fragile looking blue irises and pink roses. “They’re beautiful, Sham. Thank you.” She’d never received anything so lovely from a date.
Baron placed a huge box of chocolates in her free hand. “We decided they were perfect for you.” He kissed her cheek and eyed her outfit. “Sweets for the prettiest woman in Colorado.”
The gifts were so unexpected, she found herself tongue-tied for a moment.
Come on, girl, they know what they’re going to get. They didn’t bring gold.
She recovered and laughed airily, leading them into the living room. “Want to eat, or take a soak first? The wine is on ice.” She put the flowers in a wine carafe and then turned to look at them. “The tub should be just right by now.”
Sham walked to her and kissed her lips, his hands already on the buttons of his white cotton shirt. “I am ready to relax in the tub. A glass of wine would make it perfection.”
She touched his hair and then turned to look at Baron. “How about you? Ready to soak?”
He laughed while tugging his shirt from his jeans. “I’m ready for anything you want, beautiful.”
Her thighs quivered with the thrill of knowing she would have them both. She led the way to the patio and leaned over to test the water temperature. Perfect, warm and bubbling, the tub was big enough to hold them with room left over for whatever they wanted to do.
When she straightened up, her gaze went to Baron where he stood naked and gorgeous. As an afterthought, she pulled the privacy drapes, not wanting to share her men or have the cops interrupt their party.
Baron stepped into the water, groaning with pleasure, and leaned back. Eager to join him, she began to unwrap the sari from her body, but Sham stood behind her and slowly removed the garment. He stepped in front of her, inhaling roughly. His fingers hooked in the thin waistband of her thong and pulled it down to her knees. He knelt to skim it off the rest of the way, burying his face in the narrow tangle of curls covering her pussy. His touch on her calves shot through her like sweet fire burning out of control as his hands slid up her thighs and finally cupped her ass. She stiffened her legs while his firm lips covered her stomach with soft kisses. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his body when he stood and cupped her chin in his hand, touching her lips with his.
From the hot tub, Baron called out to them, his voice husky. “Come to me, sweet baby.”
She took Sham’s hand and went to the tub, still trembling from the encounter with him. Stepping into the swirling bubbles, she wasn’t sure where to sit until Baron hooked his arm around her waist to pull her onto his lap. She straddled his thighs and met his steady gaze while Sham sank down in the water next to Baron, looking comfortable and sensational. She thought things couldn’t get any better until Baron found her slit and pushed two fingers up into her pussy.
Her hips bucked against the delicious invasion, her pussy squeezing tight to hold his fingers inside. She arched her back to give him complete access to her tits, moaning as a scorching ache built inside her. He tongued her nipples and sucked them into his mouth, pulling hard on her nipples while she came in a wild orgasm that left her weak and wanting more.
She opened her eyes and took a deep breath. She found Sham’s exotic gaze on her. She touched his shoulder, and he moved closer, resting on his knees to kiss her with force, the probing of his tongue rekindling the blaze that would soon take her to orgasm.
He smiled at her before planting a deep kiss on Baron’s mouth, smothering his throat with quick kisses and love nips. She watched in rapt fascination, her pussy clenching with lust to be part of the seduction. The wait was short, her nostrils filling with the scent of aroused men and her own perfume.
“Lift up, babe.” Baron cupped her ass and eased her onto the head of his stiff cock, holding her back until she growled with impatience.
“Harder, Baron, harder and faster.” Her demands were catered to, his erection filling her completely. She jumped a little to feel a second pair of strong hands squeezing the cheeks of her ass, but her alarm melted quickly. Sham pressed his hard chest to her back, sucking on the soft flesh of her shoulder while stroking her asshole. She was so near climax that her blood steamed. It finally came, and the unexpected heavenly pressure of a long finger being inserted into her ass made her scream with pleasure. She rode Baron like a bucking horse until the hottest come of her life burst free, lasting on and on until she fell back against Sham.
He massaged her shoulders and neck, leaning around to kiss her lips. She’d never been fucked so intensely in her life, and she loved it. She was crazy about them, a sudden and thrilling revelation to her. She turned to face him and hugged his strong neck. “Now I want you, Sham.”
He caught her hips and held her up, nudging her legs apart. “Guide me in, my beautiful nymph.”
He was ridged, the pearls more pronounced in his cock, and she took a second to enjoy the feel of them in her palm. “I can hardly wait. Make me come again and again, and—”
Her last word was silenced by the stretching of her pussy when Sham did as she asked, moving in quick, deep thrusts that took her up to a blinding explosion in her brain as she reached climax. He held her fast, exhausted from his own release.
They relaxed in quiet companionship afterwards, sipping wine and enjoying their delicious exhaustion.
Carol yawned softly, draping her arms over their shoulders. “I’m ready to go in.”
Baron leaned around her to scowl at Sham. “I think she wants us to leave.”
She splashed the water a little with her foot. “You’re not leaving yet.” She rose and stepped out of the tub. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go to bed.”
She enjoyed the way they trotted after her, the happiness she felt a little scary but exhilarating. They all jumped onto the bed, but she knew it sure wasn’t to sleep.
Lying between Baron and Sham, Carol’s body thrummed with pleasurable sensations. Their kisses and hands on her skin sent her desire soaring to the limit. Sham got up and went into the living room, coming back with the box of decadent chocolates and wine.
She learned to enjoy the taste of her own juices after Baron
dipped a cherry bon-bon into her slit and dropped it into her mouth. She chewed the candy with fierce delight as he tongued her clit and Sham sucked her nipples. She dug her fingers into the wrinkled sheet under her and exploded in the blinding waves of satisfaction. The blissful drifting was accompanied by thoughts that had hovered around her from the first day she met her men.
“I want you both.” They paused in the pursuit of making her happy, glancing from her to each other. “At the same time. We’ll have a daisy chain for dessert.”
Baron laughed, pulling her onto her knees to face him. “You ever been in a chain, sweet puss?”
In all her experimenting, that was one thing she hadn’t done. “No, but I want it now.” She kissed his sexy mouth and squeezed his sac. “I saved the best for last.”
Sham lay on his side, a lazy smile on his mouth as he listened to the conversation. “Show me what you want, Carol.” He sat up to rest against the tufted headboard. “I’ve never had the privilege of enjoying making love that way.”
She fell into his arms, pulling Baron down with her. “Use your imagination, Sham. I’ll bet Baron can show both of us how it goes.”
Both of her lovers probably knew plenty about every way there was to have sex, and they lured her into their net with skilled hands and talented mouths. She began to notice a subtle change in the way they touched each other, the slow but remarkable ease of carrying her into their lovemaking.
They sat in a close circle, kissing her slowly, and finally each other while her heart pounded with expectation. They didn’t just kiss, they open-mouthed fused their lips, and she knew by the movement of their throats it was deep, tongue probing, making their cocks stretch to full mast. Droplets of pre-cum glistened on the tips, her tongue flicking out to lap them up. Baron closed his fingers around Sham’s beautiful shaft and worked the decorated flesh into a throbbing weapon that she needed inside her. Anywhere would be all right,.
Sham licked her nipples and massaged Baron’s bag, the heat they generated coursing through her nerve endings to her slit. She took his free hand and placed it on her pussy, pushing his long fingers inside her wet slit. Baron gripped her waist and pushed her onto her knees, his cock slapping her ass as he leaned over her.
Her back arched, and a new heat took over while Baron lubed her tense asshole with something warm and thick. Her anal muscles relaxed as he slowly traced her opening with his cock. She felt the pressure of his finger inside her while he reached under her, flicking her clit until she gasped, grinding her ass into his balls.
His hungry groan incited a wicked urge in her blood to be one with both of her men. The sudden weight against her hips and the new touch of Sham’s hands on her hips sent her spiraling into a shower of orange stars and hearing her own voice demanding it all.
“Now.” Her arms stiffened to hold up their weight, and her body responded in a fireball with waves of unexpected, blistering desire blooming from her ass when the bulk of Baron’s cock slid deep inside her. “Harder…harder and faster.” She held her breath, trying to hold the lightning charges of white hot passion building in her rear. “Sham, spank my ass. I mean it.” She gulped in shock at his slap, stinging enough to send a trickle of anger up her spine. She twisted her head around to see him pumping his prize rod in and out of Baron’s ass, the sight setting her off like a rocket heading straight for outer space.
A growling sound came from her throat, and she ratcheted her hips up into Baron’s groin, holding him inside until the final spasm of climax died a very slow beautiful death. Hell yes, coming like that was like dying, too wild and furious to ever describe.
Chapter Seven
Later, after the fury of mind blowing sex, dressed only in a bed sheet, Baron flipped through the pages of a photo album he’d found on the end table, his worst suspicions proving to be right. Carol must still have tender feelings for Gordon Bell. A certain intimacy was implied when a woman kept photos of a former lover. There were pictures of her in a sweet little pale blue lace dress, and she was holding a bouquet of white and pink flowers. The gleam of her wedding ring stuck out like a spotlight. His soft cough got Sham’s attention. Baron motioned for his partner to join him on the couch. Sham sat down beside him, looking at the photos on the page. He didn’t say anything, simply shook his head. Baron normally would have laughed at the situation, but this one involved a woman he cared about. He put the album back where he’d found it and picked up his wine glass.
“Well, what do we do?” His question was met with a roll of somber brown eyes as Sham apparently thought over the recent events.
“This can’t turn out well.” He glanced at his watch. “We should have waited until we had him out of the way before getting friendly with Carol.”
Baron stretched his legs out and grimaced. “It’s just the way things worked out.” He rubbed his eyes, wishing Sham had been more reassuring. “Okay, we can let our man walk free or lose Carol for good.”
Sham refilled their glasses and murmured his reply. “It’s our job, Baron.”
“What the fuck is this?” Baron kept his voice low, but found himself caught in the vice of terrible truth. “What are you worried about? We’ve given other punks extra time before moving on them.”
“Only to catch them later with their pants down.” Sham rose and went to glance into the kitchen where Carol was preparing margaritas. “Do you like being a bounty hunter? If you quit on this, we won’t be getting any more calls from the agency. Period.”
Baron didn’t like the direction the conversation had taken. “Okay. So we leave him alone while he’s here and catch up with him later.”
“What are you talking about?” Sham wore his stoic expression, which meant he didn’t agree with being lenient with Bell. “Putting it off will only make matters worse. I don’t think she’s going to forgive the lies, and she is not stupid. You can’t dream up a story to make it better.”
“Damn.” Baron drained the wine from his glass and frowned, his agitation hard to conceal. “Not tonight, Sham. We don’t say anything or do anything tonight. Okay?’
Sham shrugged, going into the bedroom. A couple minutes later, he emerged, pulling his shirt over his head. “I don’t like sleeping with her while making plans to arrest someone she may still care for.” He glanced over his shoulder toward the bedroom. “I don’t want to cause her grief.”
He had to agree, but Baron wanted her too much to back off for any reason. “So, what are you going to do about it, Sham?”
“Do about what?” Carol’s soft question startled him. She stood in the doorway, holding three margaritas, wearing a sleep shirt of blinding red. “What’s going on, guys?”
Cutting off any chance Sham had to say something ruinous, Baron rose quickly and went to her, laughing happily for no damn reason. “He’s got a late call from a dissatisfied customer. Didn’t screw the light bulbs in right or something.”
Sham went to her, kissing her on the cheek. “I messed up somewhere and have to go fix it.” He touched her hair, which had dried into springy ringlets. “Thank you for everything, beauty. I’ll see you soon.”
She smiled a bit ruefully. “Make sure you do, Sham.”
She sighed as Sham left then sipped one of the drinks.
Baron heard sadness in her voice and hated being the cause of it. “Well, baby.” He stood and held his arms out. “Since our pal is leaving, why don’t we go dancing?”
Her green eyes lit up, and her smile turned devastatingly sexy. “Sure. I’d love that, Baron.” She laughed, gesturing to the drooping towel around his hips. “Get some clothes on. For now.”
She made him crazy, wild, and in love with her. While he dressed, she looked through her closet, tossing a dozen outfits onto the bed. He looked at the tangled sheets and wanted to fall back into the bed and make love with her again. Not tonight, not when she eagerly looked forward to going out.
Something new floated in the air, a soft, warm feeling he’d only known once before in his life. Infatua
tion, maybe a crush? Hell no. He had fallen in love with Carol.
His heart sank to the soles of his feet as she hurried around the room to get ready. If he didn’t come up with a damn good idea, he would be the cause of an end to something great before it began. He had a really good feeling about Carol. A lifetime relationship. Probably for both of them.. Sham wasn’t much on forgiveness, either. But right now, she eclipsed everything else. At last, she stood ready, wearing a short black skirt and a tiny white top.
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This wasn’t like her, giddy with excitement and shaking with anticipation. Carol held Baron’s hand tight while they walked inside Choo Choos, a popular club with the single crowd. The dance floor was packed with couples dancing to salsa music. They found a table near the bar and had to practically yell to hear each other.
Her head buzzed from the wine she’d had earlier, but the icy glasses of margarita the waitress brought were impossible to turn down. She enjoyed Baron’s company. He was full of life and eager to please. Her thoughts quickly turned to Sham, the quiet one with a complex personality. His likes were the total opposite of Baron’s. She missed him. Her warm thoughts spilled over, and she hugged Baron’s arm.
“I have the best of all worlds now.”
“I feel the same way, gorgeous.” He took her face in his hands and kissed her hard. “Let’s dance.”
Baron was a natural on the dance floor, his eyes never leaving her as the moved to the sensuous, blood-stirring music. He didn’t actually feel her up, just touched her enough in the right places to get his message across. She responded to his seduction, aware her panties were wet with love juices before the dance ended.
He had something else on his mind, his banter less suggestive when they sat down. “Having fun, pussy cat?” His blue eyes touched her with a serious gaze. “Have you come to any answer about spending some time with us?”
“About that.” She didn’t want to say anything to hurt him. “I have been getting the feeling you and Sham are in disagreement about me being with you so much. It’s something that might get worse if I hang around.” She squeezed his hand. “I think we’re better off the way we are. There are some circles a stranger just doesn’t belong in.”
