by Jo Davis
His first nibble came within minutes. A woman in her late twenties or thereabouts sidled up to the bar next to him, “accidentally” brushing his arm with an ample breast.
“Oh, excuse me!” she called over the music.
“No problem.”
“Damn, it’s crowded tonight, huh?”
“Sure is.”
Fanning herself, she gave him a conspiratorial smile. “Makes me claustrophobic. I’d like to find someplace to chill with less people around, you know?”
He did. The girl was ready, willing, and had her sights set on him. Unfortunately, she had a face like a horse and the teeth to match. He didn’t wish to be unkind, but he had to nip her advance in the bud. “Good luck with that.”
His tone was definite but polite, and, thankfully, she was intelligent. With a nod, she moved off to greener pastures. Any pasture but his was fine by him.
And so it went for the next forty minutes. Michael drinking scotch and making polite small talk, fending off three more advances. He wasn’t picky, but none of them were quite right.
She’s drunk.
She laughs like Woody Woodpecker.
Her breasts are plastic, and so is her face.
Maybe the alcohol would make them more attractive as the night went on. And he was more tired than he’d ever admit if Bastian were here to hound him. Maybe he should go home. He was just finishing his second drink when his luck turned for the better. Two gorgeous twentysomething brunettes bounced to a stop in front of him, beaming.
“Hi!” one chirped. “Want to dance? We’ve sort of been—”
“—watching you and you looked lonely so—”
“—we thought we’d ask!”
Gazing from one striking face to the other, his jaw dropped in astonishment. The women were identical, except that the first one who’d spoken had salon-perfect red highlights in her long, chocolate brown mane. Blue eyes twinkled at him mischievously.
Twins! Oh, my fucking God, yes!
At long last, Michael must have been a really good boy to have earned an evening of being a really, really bad one. He gave them his most charming smile and held out both arms for the girls to take. “I’m Michael, and I’d love to dance with you lovely ladies.”
“I’m Jeri,” the first one said. “And this is my sister, Jackie.”
“Our dad was convinced we were going to be boys!”
Michael’s brows rose. “Missed that one by a continent.”
The girls giggled and pulled him toward the dance floor. “Come on!”
Amazing how his fatigue fled with one sister plastered to his front and one to his back. Dirty dancing to a fast, raunchy Nickelback song, the temperature in his body skyrocketing so high, he thought he’d burn from the inside out. Just vanish in a puff of smoke.
Jeri’s nipples rubbed his chest as they moved, the little points poking through her miniscule red tank top, making it clear she wore no bra underneath. Same with Jackie at his back, though her top was blue. Groaning, he held on to the belt loops of Jeri’s tight jeans, his erection digging into her flat tummy. What sweet torture: two beauties all for him. Jesus, he wanted to do delicious things to them both, then slide inside. He wanted them on top, underneath him, wherever, however he could have them.
After several dances, he’d had enough. His cock was hard as a diamond and he wasn’t going to be satisfied with his fist this time around. He needed hard, naughty sex, now. Pulling Jeri close, he brought his mouth down on hers, thrusting his tongue inside. Tasting her. She tasted faintly of some fruity cocktail; not unpleasant. He liked how she arched against him like a cat, communicating her willingness without words. Breaking the kiss, he spoke in her ear.
“Let’s get out of here.”
Jeri gave her sister a look and jerked her head toward the exit in an unspoken signal they’d no doubt used before. Jackie promptly stuck her tongue in his ear. He took that as a yes.
“Our place?” Jackie crooned, leading him off the dance floor.
“No. Mine.” No way would he make himself vulnerable in a strange place with two women he’d just met, considering Dietz’s contract on his head. No matter how badly his dick throbbed.
“I don’t know.” Jeri frowned.
Taking each girl by the hand, he led them outside. With the noise from the club muted to a dull thump, enough so that they could talk without shouting, he drew them both close. “I work for the government and I have to be careful,” he began. Shades of the truth, but that was a luxury he couldn’t afford. “I have a gorgeous estate not far from here. Follow me in your own car if you’d prefer. That way if you get a funny vibe, you can just drive away. No harm, no foul.”
The sisters exchanged a look, then Jeri spoke up and held out her hand, expression serious. “Driver’s license?”
“Excuse me?”
“We’ll need to see your license and call our brother. He’s a two-hundred-thirty-pound former Navy SEAL with a really bad attitude toward anyone who’d hurt his baby sisters. He doesn’t hear from us in the morning, and he won’t bother with the cops. You get me? We’ll give him your info, you know, just in case.”
Michael stared at them, stunned. Then he chuckled. “Smart ladies. All right, sure.” Digging in his wallet, he thought, Bastian will kill me.
No, dammit. This wasn’t about his best friend. It was about being himself, cutting loose. Bemused, he waited while Jeri scanned his ID and placed a call to the person she claimed was her brother. From what he could hear, the girl giving his name and address to the guy she called Jake and coaxing him not to make a “huge deal” of her and Jackie going home with Michael, was on the level.
Hanging up, she handed him back his license and grinned. “Okay! Who’s ready to party?”
Just like that, the tempting twins were back in action. On the way to their cars, the girls stopped to ooh and aah over his completely rebuilt ’69 Camaro Super Sport. Another point in their favor. Women smart enough to hand him over to their big, kick-ass brother and who knew an awesome classic car when they saw one were pretty cool in his book.
Yes, this night was looking good.
They followed him all the way home, and he couldn’t help a surge of pride as he let them in the gate and started up the long, stately drive. As he called Simon ahead on his iPhone, he wondered what their reactions would be and wasn’t disappointed.
Parking in front, he got out and waited on the steps. The pair emerged from their little Hyundai and stood gaping at the mansion.
“Oh, my God!” Jackie exclaimed. “What the hell do you do for the government? Embezzle money from wealthy countries?”
He laughed, enjoying their wide-eyed amazement. “Hardly. I just do stuff a lot of people can’t, or won’t.”
Jeri gave him a slack-jawed look. “Off the record, I’ll bet.”
That was a bit too close to the truth, so he led them to the door and let them in. “Shall we?” Simon, impeccably dressed though it was nearly eleven, met them in the foyer.
“Good evening, sir. Your outing was a smashing success, then?” To his credit, he didn’t even blink to find two women on his boss’s arm.
“It was. Could I get champagne, strawberries, and warm chocolate brought to my suite?” He made his request simple, seeing as Mrs. Beasley had gone home hours ago.
“Right away. Will that be all?”
“Yes. After you bring the tray, I won’t need you any more this evening.”
“Very good, sir.”
“Thank you, Simon.”
The butler paused and for a second Michael thought he caught a hint of reproach in the elderly man’s eyes. Then he turned and strode for the kitchen, dignified as usual, leaving Michael to think he must’ve imagined the man’s disapproval.
Shaking off a wave of irritation, he showed the ladies upstairs. He was a grown man, for God’s sake, and didn’t require anyone’s permission to indulge in a tryst in the privacy of his own home. Which didn’t explain why he was vastly relieved that
he didn’t encounter Bastian on the way to his room.
Pushing aside an uncomfortable feeling very much like guilt, he closed the door to his suite behind them and got a kick out of watching the two go over every square foot of bedroom, sitting area, and bathroom, squealing about this and that.
“A butler!”
“I know! All proper and English, too, just like the dude from that old Arthur movie.”
“Jeez, look at this shower! A football team could fit in here.”
“You would know.”
“Oh, shush!”
More giggling. He kicked off his boots, letting them explore to their hearts’ content. They had all night. While they were occupied, he stashed his weapons so he didn’t frighten them into sending out a distress call to the brother. A soft knock sounded on the door, and he opened it to find Simon balancing their tray of goodies.
“Just put it on the table in the sitting area.”
The old man completed the task gracefully and then gestured to the sealed bottle. “Shall I pour?”
“No, I’ve got it. Thanks.” He clapped the man on the shoulder. “I’ve kept you up too late, my man. Get yourself to bed.”
Simon’s lips quirked. “I daresay I won’t have quite the same enlightening experience as you, sir.”
“You old dog,” he said, laughing. Simon rarely joked, and when he did, he was funny.
The man lifted his chin, giving Michael an imperious look down the length of his nose. “Indeed. I possessed quite the bite in my day. Good evening.”
“Good night.”
He shut the door again and locked it for good measure, trying to imagine Simon as a young Englishman carousing in London. The picture wouldn’t form.
“Michael?”
He swung his gaze around to see the twins emerge from his bathroom, stripped to their lacy black bras and panties. Thoughts of Simon left his brain along with all his blood—which promptly headed south. His cock revived and his body hummed in anticipation. He was so damned hungry, and right now nothing mattered more than sating himself all night long, until he lay limp and exhausted. He’d go until his recovering body could no longer hold up, and then they’d sleep, hopefully going another round in the morning.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured. “Champagne?”
“Please,” Jeri said, and her sister nodded.
Uncorking the bottle, he poured them each a flute and filled plates with strawberries and drizzles of warm chocolate sauce. Taking his flute and plate, he walked to the side of the bed and set them on the nightstand while he turned the covers back. “Treats like these were meant to be enjoyed in comfort. Don’t you think?”
Eagerly, they hurried to the massive bed and crawled onto it, careful not to spill their drinks or fruit. He didn’t bother to tell them they needn’t worry—he planned for the three of them to make a very big mess in this bed before their time together was done.
“You’re too dressed,” Jackie complained good-naturedly.
“Then I’d better fix that.” Slowly, he peeled off his shirt, bracing himself for the worst of their curiosity. The women gasped, and Jeri moved to the edge of the bed, reaching out to feel each of the scars on his chest and abdomen.
“Are those . . . from bullets?”
“Yes, they are. I have a dangerous job.”
“This one was so close to your heart,” Jackie breathed, her questing fingers joining the tentative exploration.
His breath hitched. God, he’d missed a woman’s touch, not to mention the attention. “Too close. Actually, the one in my stomach is what nearly killed me. It took hours of surgery to put me back together. I’ve just recently recovered.”
“Ooh, poor baby.” Jeri’s lower lip stuck out in a cute pout that struck Michael as being completely sincere.
Not only did he lust after these two, he genuinely liked them. “It’s okay. I’m much better now.” Until Dietz makes another move. But he slammed the lid on that intrusive thought.
“We’re glad,” Jackie said. “And we’re going to help you celebrate. Get naked and climb in.”
The two sultry beauties made way for him as he peeled off his socks and then his leather pants. He’d worn no underwear, and his cock sprang free, pointing the way to bliss. He crawled between them and propped himself against the headboard, reveling in how they snuggled against each side of him, sipping the bubbly and plucking the strawberries from the plates in their laps to nibble on them.
“It occurs to me that you two are the ones overdressed now,” he pointed out.
“We want you to take off the rest,” Jeri said. Dabbing one finger in the chocolate sauce, she smeared it over one of his nipples and began to lick it off with leisurely flicks of her tongue.
“Sounds like a plan.” He moaned as Jackie gave the other nipple the same treatment. “Damn, that feels good.”
Jeri made a low noise of satisfaction. “You like?”
“Hell, yeah.”
Jackie piped up. “I’m thinking this chocolate tastes better on him than on the strawberries. What do you think, sis?”
“I believe you’re right, for once.”
Fuck, yes. I’m in heaven. Maybe I died after all.
Grinning like an imp, Jeri scooted off the bed, and in seconds returned with the small silver bowl of sauce, complete with a small ladle.
And that’s when things got very delightfully messy.
Three
I’m in hell. Christ, make it stop. Bastian rolled in bed and mashed the pillow over his head, trying to shut out the incessant giggling. When he’d heard the muted roar of the Camaro and realized Michael was home, he’d intended to talk to him, to attempt to mend the awkwardness between them. Halfway down the stairs, he halted, glued in place by Simon’s greeting and Michael’s request for champagne and strawberries.
For one stupid moment, he’d allowed himself to dream.
After hurrying back to his room, he’d listened and had his second-worst fear confirmed. Michael, the idiot who’d gone out without an armed escort, was home safe—but not alone. The knowledge crushed his chest in a ruthless grip, squeezing the breath out of him.
If Dietz wasn’t out there somewhere, waiting for another shot at Michael, Bastian would leave. Not just this house, but the state. He’d give up his position working at Michael’s side, move away, and never look back. Maybe he still would, after Dietz was put behind bars.
Until then, he was forced to keep his tears deep inside, where they cut like ground glass. Bleeding him slowly to death.
Michael squirmed, beyond excited as Jeri scooped a spoonful of chocolate and began to drizzle the sauce from his chest to his belly. All over his turgid, leaking cock and aching balls.
“Mmm, he makes a nice hot-fudge sundae,” Jackie purred. She licked a trail of sauce streaking down his side.
“Banana split,” her sister corrected, crawling between his knees to grasp his cock.
One soft pair of lips suctioned a nipple while the other surrounded the spongy head of his cock. He hissed in pleasure as wet heat slid down his shaft, laving off the slick syrup. Two mouths driving him crazy, slender fingers kneading his balls, until he couldn’t remain passive any longer.
Gently, he pushed Jeri off his cock, ignoring her whine of protest. Sitting up, he reached around her and released the clasp on her bra, easing the straps forward. Her pretty breasts freed, he tossed the garment aside and cupped them, pinching the rosy nipples between his fingers. She moaned, leaning back to give him better access, and he bent, teasing one with his teeth and tongue.
“Lie back and let’s get these off,” he said, reaching for the waistband of her panties. She raised her hips and he slid them down, tossing them. “Spread your legs.”
Her knees parted to reveal slick, pink pussy lips and a small strip of pubic hair above, sculpted to accommodate her bikini line. Ordering her to stay there, he turned to Jackie and removed her undergarments as she wiggled in excitement. The twins were identical underneath their clothin
g, and he couldn’t wait to taste them both.
Moving between Jeri’s slender legs, he reached for the bowl, which had tipped in all the activity, spilling some chocolate onto the sheets. He hardly cared. Grabbing it, he dribbled some on her pussy, the action reminding him of a baker icing a pastry. A treat for him to feast upon. He set the bowl aside and positioned himself on his hands and knees between her thighs. Spreading his knees wide, he bent to her, ass in the air.
“Play with me, honey,” he said to Jackie. Then he flicked Jeri’s little clit, began to tongue the nub, relishing the smooth flavor of chocolate and woman. Parting the folds, he licked her slowly, hyperaware of her sister scooting on her back underneath him, between his spread thighs. Lining herself up with his cock.
“Fuck my mouth, big guy.”
Easing forward, he sank his length into that hot cavern, chills of pleasure dancing along his spine. “Damn! Yes, take it all, baby.”
Manipulating his balls, she opened her throat for him like a pro, urging him on. All the way in, her nose buried in his groin, sucking him, throat muscles squeezing. Slowly he fucked her face and ate the sweet cunt spread for him. The decadent noises of them slurping, making little sighs and moans of delight, brought him closer to the edge of orgasm than he wanted to be.
“Not yet,” he said hoarsely. “I want to fuck Jeri.”
“What about me?”
“Don’t worry, honey. You’re going to sit on my face while she rides me.” Shit, the image had him near exploding already.
“Yes!”
The three of them disentangled and Michael fetched a condom from the bedside drawer. While the pair argued over who got to put it on him, he performed the duty himself, sparing the women bloodshed. “Ready.”
Jeri straddled his hips, and he struggled not to come as she sank onto his rigid cock. Beautiful. Her body taking him in, hugging him like a velvet glove. Nothing finer than being buried in a woman’s pussy. Except eating it.
She began to fuck herself on his length while Jackie straddled his face. Gripping the headboard, she lowered herself to his waiting mouth. He nibbled and licked at first, teasing lightly, getting her there. It didn’t take long to drive her mindless, and soon she was moving, demanding more. He ate her then, sucking the needy flesh, savoring the juices coating his face.
