Tarot Card Anthology: Synchronicity Volume 3

by Tina Bendoni, Michelle Hasker

  "Damn, do that again,” Josh groaned. “She clamped around me like a vise when you did that."

  Jamie didn't answer. Instead he sucked her clit between his lips and slid at least two fingers inside her core.

  Anne moaned. When Josh groaned she realized her moan had sent vibrations up his shaft, so she moaned again and made slurping noises as she sucked on him. If he liked it, she'd do her best to please him.

  "I'm going to come.” Josh leaned over her, thrusting in deeper.

  "Mmm, so is she,” Jamie said as he pressed his fingers in deep and crooked them.

  Anne rocked her hips, riding his fingers as she tried not to gag on Josh. Determined not to come first, she whimpered when Jamie licked along her slit and added another finger, stretching her as he worked them in and out slowly, so slowly she could barely concentrate on Josh because of the building sensations in her belly.

  Frantically, she sucked at Josh, working him, taking him as deep as she could as she lifted her head off the bed to meet his thrusts.

  Just as she hovered at the brink of her orgasm, Josh shouted her name as his cum filled her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed as he came long and hard. The knowledge that she'd done this to him with just her mouth caused her lower body to tighten.

  Jamie moved away from her as Josh rolled to the side with a groan. Josh wrapped his arm over her and kissed her neck as he panted.

  "Was it good?"

  "Oh yeah,” Josh said between deep breaths. “Did she come?"

  "Nope."

  "Then I guess she gets the surprise."

  Anne moved on the bed. Her lower body felt neglected and the men wanted to talk instead of finish pleasing her?

  "Yeah."

  She could hear the smile in his voice as Jamie moved away. He situated himself between her legs and practically buried his face in her mound as he licked her from top to bottom and back up again. As she writhed underneath him, he fingered her rosette, pressing against the bud with the tip of his finger.

  "Jamie!” she gasped and tensed.

  "Relax, love,” he whispered. Before she could even attempt to relax he sucked on her clit again, pressed two fingers in her sheath, and dipped the tip of his pinky into her ass.

  Anne screamed as she came. A million stars exploded behind her closed eyes, and even as she shouted his praise to the heavens, Jamie kept thrusting his fingers into her, and pressed his pinky in even deeper as he licked at her folds.

  Bucking against him, Anne clenched around his fingers and moaned as something slid into her ass. Her eyes flew open, but she couldn't see past the blindfold. She hadn't even noticed he'd removed his pinky or that he'd been priming her for something bigger. Whatever it was, it was cold, smooth, and wet as it filled her. The thought of them inserting god knew what in her ass should have scared her, but as it began to vibrate, she could do nothing more then tighten her muscles and moan.

  "That's it, baby,” Josh whispered as he moved away from her.

  When the vibrator began to slip in and out, she realized Josh was doing that, but what was Jamie doing? Oh please, let him bury that thick cock deep inside me.

  Before she could question him, the handcuffs released her, and the blindfold slipped free. Anne winced and blinked as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the room. She looked down at Josh as he grinned up at her and slid the vibrator in deep.

  She moaned and looked up at Jamie.

  "Ready?” he asked.

  "God, yes.” She spread her legs wantonly, trying not to dislodge the vibrator or Josh.

  Jamie sprawled on the bed next to her and pulled her on her side.

  "Mmm,” Jamie moaned as he pressed against her entrance and slowly slid inside.

  As feeling returned to hands she hadn't realized were numb, she grabbed onto his muscular arms and tried to pull him close. Even though she'd come countless times, she needed him with a hunger that felt endless.

  Jamie captured her mouth with his, and kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing erotically as he slid all the way inside her sheath.

  "Damn, I'm jealous.” Josh gasped. He crawled behind her and pressed against her as he slipped the vibrator out and in.

  Anne turned to look at him, but then Jamie withdrew and slammed inside her, and she forgot everything except to feel. Arms and legs tangled together, as both men pleasured her. She shivered as they warmed her from both sides, and she was filled completely.

  It was almost too much to handle. Then Jamie reached between them and pressed on her clit. Even as she screamed his name, the room faded, her body quivering and trembling until everything went black.

  * * * *

  Anne woke slowly. When she tried to sit up her aching muscles protested. Memories of the boys and their surprise flooded her with warmth. Gingerly, she sat up and glanced around. The sun had already set, and the moon bathed her room in a gentle glow. After all the sleepless nights dreaming of her neighbors, she'd definitely needed the rest.

  Where are they? A moment of sadness tightened her throat when she realized they had left. But then she heard a noise downstairs and realized they must have wanted to let her have some sleep.

  She needed a shower before she went down to talk to them. And they definitely needed to talk. Where they would go from here, she had no idea, but she'd have to say good bye sooner or later anyway.

  Hoping to delay it a little longer, she took a leisurely shower and pampered her sore body while she wondered how they were going to end things. Would they thank her for the donations and be on their way? Had they already left, but finished the inspection first? Or were they waiting down there to end things face to face?

  Finally, she could put it off no longer, and she made her way downstairs wrapped in her bathrobe. This way she could go drown herself in the bathtub after they left.

  They were inventive lovers, and they were also correct when they said she needed to give up control. She'd never had so many orgasms before, nor had she ever felt so loved. But love hadn't been a part of it so she'd have to get rid of that thought before it gave her any crazy ideas.

  Like the three of them in this house filled with children laughing and playing. She'd always wanted a large family so perhaps that was why it was easy to imagine being married to both men.

  The scent of eggs and bacon triggered her stomach into a series of hungry growls. At least one of them had the foresight to cook. As she stepped into the kitchen, she looked up and froze. Josh and Jamie stood with their hips against the counter, their arms wrapped around each other, and their mouths fused together.

  Surprised, Anne stood there for a minute. At first she felt betrayed. She'd asked Jamie if they were lovers and he'd said no. Judging by this kiss they definitely were. But as they continued to kiss, oblivious to her presence, the erotic sight aroused her. She had no idea why, but watching them kiss was the hottest thing she'd ever seen.

  She must have made a sound because they broke apart and turned to look at her.

  "Sleeping Beauty is finally awake,” Josh said as he walked over and wrapped her in a warm hug.

  Anne returned his hug, forced a smile for Jamie and walked over to the table. They'd set it for three, so they probably planned to give her the brush off speech after they ate.

  "Did you sleep well?” Jamie asked as he and Josh joined her at the table. They shared a glance she couldn't interpret then turned to her with expectant expressions on their faces.

  "Actually, it was the best sleep I've had in a while."

  "Good.” Josh picked up a dish of scrambled eggs and handed it to her. “I think you needed it."

  "I did. I've been very busy at work and haven't had much time to relax lately."

  "Yeah, we haven't seen you working in the yard like you used to,” Jamie said as he looked at Josh.

  Anne blushed as she remembered how many times she watched them do yard work. In fact she'd stopped going outside when they were out there so she could watch them without fear of being caught.

  F
inally she couldn't keep the question silenced any longer. “Why did you tell me that you weren't lovers? It's obvious you are. Why the secrecy? Are you afraid I'll tell the neighbors? I swear your secret is safe with me."

  "If Jamie told you we aren't lovers, he's right. We're not. But after what we experienced with you, we realized we had a mutual attraction for each other. We were testing it when you walked into the kitchen."

  "So you've never been lovers in the past?"

  "Nope. But the taste we had with you has made us want to experiment."

  Anne knew she paled. She could tell because all the blood drained from her face at his statement. Not only was she a failure at keeping a man, but now she'd turned two of them gay.

  "Is the idea that repulsive to you?” Jamie asked quietly.

  "I think I'm just shocked. I mean I was cool with it when I thought you two were lovers, but then you said you weren't and you two kind of came across as very hetero."

  "No, no. You're right. After denying it, I can't blame you for being shocked.” Josh offered her more bacon.

  Anne shook her head. She'd had more than enough to eat. Maybe they would just leave now so she could give in to the tears that threatened to escape.

  Instead of breakfast passing quickly, like she'd hoped, it was a slow affair. Neither man seemed in a hurry to leave and she wondered why they were hanging around. Is guilt keeping them here? Do they feel bad about coming on so strong and then leaving?

  "Well, if you two will excuse me, I have some things I need to work on. Monday deadline and all."

  "Okay, we'll just clean up and get out of your way.” Josh smiled as he rose.

  "No, no. Finish eating. I'm not sure how long this will take, but I can clean up. After all, you two made the wonderful meal."

  They shared a look and Anne realized she wasn't fooling them. Oh, hell. She stood up and hurried from the room. Once she was inside her office, she sagged against the door and sighed in relief. She hadn't realized she was trembling until now, so she walked over to her desk and sat down.

  Without warning, the door opened and both men walked in. Anne looked up, trapped behind her desk as one walked to either side and leaned on the maple surface. She leaned back and looked up at both of them. They wore identical expressions of grimness.

  "I know what you are guys are going to say. It's okay, you don't need to worry that I misinterpreted the past two days. We can forget it all happened and go back to being just neighbors."

  "Is that what you want?” Jamie asked softly.

  "Isn't it what you guys want?” Confusion clouded her thoughts. Why were they looking at her like this?

  "No. I want you.” Jamie reached for her hand. “I want you."

  She gasped. “Oh. But what about Josh?” She looked at him.

  "I want you, too."

  "I have to pick? This is what the fortune teller meant. That I'd have to pick one of you."

  "Why can't you pick both of us?” Jamie asked.

  "That kind of thing just isn't done. Besides, would you two be satisfied sharing me?"

  "I think we would.” Josh grinned at Jamie. “You're worth it. Besides, you'll have to share us with each other, too."

  "Oh,” she said weakly. All her arguments fled at the tender expression they both gave her and each other.

  "Give us a chance. Both of us.” Jamie slid to the floor and knelt on one knee. “I promise you won't regret it."

  "But ... how will this look?"

  "Who cares what others think? You're all the woman we need, and we do need you. After all these months of watching you I won't go back to looking and not touching."

  "Josh?” Jamie had done all the talking so far and she wanted him to express his opinion, too.

  "I agree with him. We discussed all this while you showered this morning. We think we can make it work. With our rotating shifts it is rare we're both home at the same time. But when we are you're in for a special treat."

  "Oh, my.” Anne leaned back in her chair. “How can I say no to that?"

  "That's the idea. You can't. So what do you say, Anne? Will you be our girl?"

  "Yes.” She grinned imagining repeats of last night. “Hell, yes!"

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  THE EMPEROR

  by

  Michelle Hasker

  Cynthya looked down at the plain white business card in her left hand. Peking Place. This was the place. The man she was looking for better be inside. If she didn't find her quarry before the others did, and if things didn't go according to plan someone would pay.

  She'd wanted to scope out the place earlier, but had been ordered not to. Secrecy was of the utmost importance. Or so she'd been warned. The burning need to succeed and prove herself warred with the nagging sense of unease she'd felt since she'd been handed the assignment.

  Shaking away the feelings, she stepped inside Peking Place, and was surprised to see it wasn't a Chinese restaurant. Well, that was her fault for assuming it would be. The plain brick exterior didn't give even a hint at the decadence inside. That would also explain why they had private rooms available. This main area was all wide open.

  She'd made the mistake of assuming a restaurant was a front for the borderline illegal activities that went on inside. Instead they were right out in the open with it.

  Couples engaged in illicit acts filled the room. Some were in booths, at tables, and off in private rooms on upper floors, whether doors were open or closed. Hell, some were getting hot and heavy in the middle of the dance floor. A flight of stairs filled with people in various stages of sex led up to the private rooms.

  She'd been warned these paranormal types preferred to fool around in the open rather than behind closed doors, but she'd never once suspected Clark was into voyeurism and kink, let alone that he was paranormal.

  Five years ago, she'd briefly dated him when they'd both gone to Penn State, but then he'd graduated and moved on while she'd gone into intelligence work. Once her boss learned of her history with Clark she'd been the obvious choice to go in and obtain him. It was a good thing her boss didn't know that part of the reason they'd split up was because she hadn't wanted to participate in half of the sexual activities Clark had suggested. It wasn't because she was a prude, but hell things like that weren't normal where she came from. He'd been her first boyfriend in every sense of the word, and some of what he'd asked her to do scared her.

  Cynthya struggled not to remember the words from the fortune teller, but failed. The woman's words ran through her head. She'd drawn The Emperor, and the woman had smiled at her as if she'd known things. Things no one else could possibly know. After her years with the agency, Cynthya was more open to the strange and unusual, but the woman had downright creeped her out with her accuracy and her stare.

  You are in control of your environment, your body, your temper, your instincts and your love life. Those things will all be tested by a special man. As long as you remain true to yourself and give yourself permission to be aggressive, to take command, you will come out on top. While The Emperor is usually a father figure or employer, it isn't in this case. It will be someone who will become very important to you. Someone who will become your leader.

  With a snort, she glanced around the crowded room and finally found her target. Clark Hudson sat at the far end of the bar with a beer in one hand, and a stunning blonde draped all over him. Apparently he hadn't changed since college.

  Thick brown hair drifted past his ears. He'd always been tall. In college he'd been six foot three inches when she'd dated him, but the agency listed him at six foot six. A little weird for him to continue growing—unless a person knew he wasn't completely human. He was more muscular now, too. The way his shirt stuck to him like a second skin, and his muscles bulged in his upper arms made her want to sink her teeth into him.

  Stick to the plan, girl. Cynthya repeated the order a few times, then walked down to the end of the bar and brushed against him as she sat on the unoccupied stool on hi
s other side. A shiver ran through her, and she was glad to note the sexual chemistry was still there. At least on her part. The blonde put a kink in her plans though, as all their information had pointed to him being single, but it was a kink she'd just have to work around. Biting back a giggle, she said the word again in her mind. Kink. Clark was definitely into kink.

  He glanced at her, and she noted with satisfaction that his eyes lingered on the creamy flesh exposed by the wide vee in the front of her leather vest. The matching skirt barely covered her ass, but gave her enough material so she could perch on the edge of the barstool without sticking to the vinyl.

  "So what's your name, handsome?” the blonde asked, trying to draw his attention away from Cynthya.

  Oh baby. So the woman wasn't with him. Cynthya grinned as Clark flashed an irritated glance at the clueless woman.

  "Look, honey, I told you I wasn't interested. I'm—"

  While he was talking, Cynthya leaned in front of him, giving him a free peep down her top as she reached for a book of matches. When Clark didn't finish his sentence, she knew he'd noticed the silver clover clamps and chains. After all, she'd made sure he'd see them. When she'd learned he was her target, she'd studied him and learned all his perversities. Oddly enough, most of them turned her on. She hoped convincing him to work for her boss would be more fun than work for a change.

  Clark turned his attention back to the blonde, and Cynthya noticed she wasn't as dumb as she'd thought. Though she gave Cynthya a dirty look, she grabbed her drink and moved to the other end of the bar. At least she realized Clark wasn't interested. It could have gotten rather ugly.

  Cynthya flipped the matchbook between her fingers as she looked at Clark. She didn't have to feign interest, thank God. He was dressed in a black t-shirt that was so tight she could see the ripples in his abdomen. His black jeans were probably just as tight, and she couldn't help wondering if he went commando.

  The bartender came over and asked if she wanted a drink. Without removing her gaze from Clark, she ordered a martini. As his eyes roamed over her outfit she grinned and slid one leg over the other so her skirt rode up an inch higher while she balanced precariously on the edge of the stool.