Kissed by the Sun

by Catrina Calloway

  Carlee moaned, grabbing his head full of dark hair.

  He licked her clit.

  Her little bud pulsed and throbbed. She almost came right there.

  He licked her again then blew gently on her swollen bud. She squirmed, lifting her hips, so she could push further into his hot, moist mouth.

  In the next instant, he rose from the bed, a wicked grin on his face.

  She leaned on her elbows and looked up at him. “What are you doing?”

  He made a beeline for the door.

  “Hey! Wait a minute.”

  She attempted to rise from the bed, but got tangled in her thong and jeans.

  Carlee lost her balance, landing on the carpet—right on her bare ass.

  CLICK!

  She glanced at the door, her eyes wide when she saw the lock turn.

  She fixed her clothing and ran to the door. It wouldn’t open.

  “Oh!” She banged on it. “Ben Strong, you let me out of here!”

  She heard him whistle down the hall.

  “And I didn’t come, damn you.” She rested her forehead against the door.

  She looked around for something she could use to open it.

  Yanking open the desk drawer, she found what looked to be a letter opener.

  Carlee jabbed it into the lock, twisting and turning the tip of the metal letter opener until she saw the latch release.

  She opened the door.

  “Ohhhhhh, you just wait, Ben Strong, my revenge will be sweet.”

  Carlee marched down the hallway.

  She stopped at the entrance to the kitchen, her heart in her throat.

  Ben stood at the window, his attention focused on something going on outside. He removed the gun from his holster and drew the curtain aside with the tip of the revolver.

  Carlee started to shake.

  “Wh-what’s going on?” she whispered, her hand at her throat.

  He raised a finger to his lips, urging her to be quiet. “Stay there.” He mouthed to her.

  She scooted closer to him, her legs rubbery, like Jell-O.

  His eyes blazed. “Do you ever listen?” His voice held low, menacing tones.

  Carlee hugged his back. “I listen; I just don’t pay too much attention.”

  “I swear,” he hissed. “I’m going to—”

  She heard voices coming from outside. Peeking over Ben’s shoulder, she asked. “Who’s Dan talking to?”

  “Goddamn it! Get down.” He turned and shoved her under the windowsill.

  “Well who is it?” Her question came across muffled.

  Considering she had her face buried in his thigh, she was lucky she could even speak.

  “I don’t know.” Ben answered.

  He aimed his gun toward the window.

  Carlee started to shake again. She gripped his leg.

  “Easy, little warrior,” he whispered.

  From her vantage point, she could just about see through a slit in the curtain.

  She saw Dan speaking with a tall, thin man dressed in fashionable clothes.

  Her eyes widened.

  “Ben. I know the man Dan is talking to.”

  Ben looked down at her with his usual frown.

  “He’s Graham Marks, a very famous artist.” Carlee could barely contain her excitement. She touched the curtain intent on pushing is aside, but Ben shoved her back down under the sill.

  “Cut it out,” she wailed. “I’m stuck!” She tried to wiggle her body into an upright position.

  “You’re just lucky I don’t tan your backside right here,” Ben growled.

  “Promises, promises.”

  Ben glanced outside again, careful to stay behind the curtains. “How do you know this guy?”

  She rolled her eyes. “I’ve only been to all of his shows and gallery openings.”

  Dan came in a few seconds later carrying a large bag filled with groceries, and a potted plant perched precariously on top of the bag.

  Ben holstered his gun then drew Carlee to her feet.

  “What’d he want?” Ben nodded toward the windows.

  Dan placed the bag of groceries and the potted ivy on the table. He shrugged out of his jacket. “He uh, stopped to talk, and give me the um…greenery.”

  Ben snapped his brows together. “He lives here in Seaside?”

  Dan nodded.

  “Carlee says she knows him, that he’s an artist.”

  She clapped her hands together. “Oh my! What did he say to you?” She sighed. “I wish I could have talked to him. Was he discussing his work?”

  “Not exactly.” Dan dug through the bag, extracting the groceries. He seemed very intent on what he was doing.

  “What did he say?”

  “Here’s your damn tofu fruity crap.” Dan shoved an ice-cold pint of frozen dessert in her hands.

  She opened the freezer and tossed the container inside.

  Carlee practically jumped out of her skin with anticipation. “Oh, I’m dying here! Please tell me what he said.”

  “Nothing much,” Dan mumbled.

  Ben folded his arms across his chest. “You stood there talking to him for at least ten minutes. Don’t tell me he didn’t say anything.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I had my gun on him the entire time.”

  “Yeah, well—” Dan took the last of the groceries out of the bag. “You didn’t need it. His reason for stopping to speak with me was, well—”

  Dan’s face turned beet red.

  “What?” Ben asked.

  “He asked if I was free for dinner.”

  Carlee’s mouth hung open. Then she erupted into peals of laughter.

  “Oh no!” She hiccupped once then started giggling again. She stopped laughing, the wheels in her mind turning. “Wait a second.” She held up a hand. “Is this Seaside place some kind of ‘artsy’ community?”

  Ben nodded. “You could say that.”

  She raised a brow. “And could you also say that it is largely a gay community?”

  Dan looked at Ben. This time, Ben’s face turned red.

  “You could say that, too.” Dan murmured in response.

  She took a step closer. “What did you say to him, when he asked if you were free for dinner?”

  “I uh, told him, that…oh hell, it isn’t any of your business what I said.”

  He started to walk away.

  Carlee jumped in front of him, blocking his exit.

  “Did you tell him that you’re committed to someone else?” She grinned and glanced at Ben.

  Dan ran a hand through his hair. “I should be committed. To be standing here discussing this with you, I—”

  She laughed so hard she bent over, her belly cramping.

  “Oh no!” She pointed at Dan. “Graham Marks thinks you’re gay!”

  She stopped giggling long enough to look at their faces.

  Their deep frowns told her that they did not find this as funny as she did.

  She blew out a breath. “Um, you’re both not really gay, right?” Her heart pounded.

  “It’s our cover,” Ben told her.

  “Your cover?” She angled her head. Her eyes widened as light began to dawn in her brain. “Do you mean to tell me that you and Dan are posing as two gay men?”

  “I’ve had enough of this.” Dan brushed past her.

  “Wait.” She snagged his arm. “But why?”

  Dan looked directly into her eyes. “It was the only way we could think of to keep you safe. Bringing you here, and well, you know the rest.” He sighed. “We’re the laughingstock of the Montauk Police Department right now.”

  She blinked once, trying to register his words. “Oh.” She pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and dropped onto the padded seat. “That’s got to be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” Her voice had a catch in it. Her eyes misted.

  “Yeah, that’s us.” Ben shook his head. “We’re real sweethearts.” He finished in a mocking tone.

  She reached out a hand to him.r />
  “I’m sorry for laughing, I’m—” Her voice clogged with unshed tears. “I’m sorry,” she managed.

  Carlee realized in that instant the depth of their feelings for her.

  Ben hauled her to her feet. He leaned down until they were nose-to-nose. “And when I tell you to stay put, you listen to me.” He grabbed her shoulders and gave her a shake. “Protecting you is not is not a game. It’s not ‘sweet.’ It’s serious. It could mean your life if—” He snapped his brows together. “Are you even listening to me?”

  She melted inside. They cared! So much so that they had risked becoming the object their colleagues' scorn and…

  “What did you say?” she asked dreamily.

  “That’s it!” Ben threw his hands up in the air. “I’ve had it. You’re going to listen to me, or—”

  “What?” She sighed.

  “Carlee.” Dan grabbed her face between his large palms. “What if it wasn’t me outside? What if it was someone who came here intent on doing you harm?”

  She shrugged her shoulders, happiness filling her. It felt like bright, white light shot through her body.

  It felt like she’d been kissed by the sun.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “I was afraid for you,” she told Dan, then looked at Ben. She angled her chin and folded her arms across her chest. “When I saw Ben pointing his gun out that window, I didn’t care about me. I only cared about you.”

  Dan ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face. “Damn it, Carlee. This is not about Ben and me, it’s about you and your safety.” He placed his palms down on the table, trapping her. “You’re going to do as we say.”

  She raised a brow, prepared to have a little fun, now that the danger has passed and Dan was safely inside the house.

  “And if I don’t?” She gave them a saucy glance.

  “That’s it!” Ben’s voice boomed inside the small kitchen. “I’ve had enough.”

  He looked madder than hell.

  She ran out of the kitchen, laughter bubbling up inside her, with both men hot on her heels.

  It was time to bring out the big guns if she wanted to get her heart’s desire.

  She flung open her bedroom door and ran to the bed.

  “That’s good.” Ben growled. “Because that’s where I’m going to paddle your ass.” He walked toward her.

  “Make love to me instead.” She tore the clothes from her body. “Take your frustration out on me that way.” She grinned.

  “Oh no, no, no, no.” Ben shook his head, his dark hair flying around his face. “No.” He tried not to look, but his eyes strayed to her nude form.

  “Once.” Dan held up his index finger. “That was the deal.”

  She snapped her brows together. “What deal? We didn’t have any deal.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder, her breasts jutting out.

  Fire leapt into his eyes. “You said that if we made love one time--which, may I remind you, we did--that it would be out of our systems.”

  She angled her head. “Well, it is not out of mine.”

  “Oh fuck me.” Ben slumped down into a chair.

  “My pleasure.” Carlee replied saucily.

  He dropped his head into his hands.

  “You owe me, Ben Swift.”

  Dan scowled and looked at Ben. “What is she talking about?”

  Ben flopped back in the chair. “Nothing,” he mumbled.

  She pointed at Ben. “He had the nerve to make love to me, and I didn’t even come!”

  Dan looked at Ben. “You have got to be kidding me.”

  “All right, so I made love to her. Sort of. Just to shut her up, and then I locked her in her room.”

  Dan tipped his head back and released a bark of laughter.

  “May I remind you…?” Carlee waggled her fingers at Ben. “That I managed to thwart your nefarious plan and escaped.” She lifted her nose in the air. “Well, if you’re not going to made amends, then I guess Dan will.”

  “Me?” He raised his brows. He squarely met her gaze. “Oh no, I’m not falling for this, Carlee. There’s nothing you can do to me or Ben—” He looked back at Ben. “—that will make us break our no touch rule.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You already broke that rule.”

  “Well, I meant…” He slashed both hands through the air. “That we got it all out of our systems. Making love to you. We’re done.” “Finished. Over. We’re with you from here on in on a purely—”

  “Yes, yes, I know.” She gave him a cheeky grin turning so they could see her ass. She gave it a pat. “You’re here with me, guarding me, keeping watch over me, on a purely professional basis.”

  Ben nodded. “Now you’re getting it.”

  “That’s the problem.” She folded her arms across her breasts. “I’m not.”

  She walked over to Dan. “You’re both willing to face scorn from everyone on your job, masquerading as two gay lovers. Why, I ask? For old times’ sake?” She shook her head. “You’re doing this because you care about me. You always have. And I’m willing to do anything for both of you.” She pushed some of her wild curly hair behind her ears. “Do you know that when I used to sneak into the reservation to see the two of you, that I felt free?”

  “Carlee…” Ben started.

  She held up a hand.

  “I felt like I was unfettered, that I could practically fly, that…I had come home,” she whispered.

  She took a step toward Dan.

  “It’s the way I feel now.”

  She reached down and fondled his cock, rubbing his balls through his pants. “The only mistake I ever made was denying it all. I let my family rule my head—and my heart.”

  Dan leaned down, his forehead touching hers. “Carlee,” he whispered while she stroked him. “Carleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

  She held out a hand to Ben. He took it, rising from his chair.

  “You can lecture me.” She glanced at Dan. “You can tell me I’m crazy. But whatever you do, please, say you want to make love to me.” She stroked Dan’s cock, then Ben’s. “Say it.”

  “I want to make love to you.” Dan’s breath left his lungs on a whoosh.

  She looked at Ben and fondled his balls.

  “Say it,” she commanded, a feeling of power filling her.

  “I want to make love to you.”

  That feeling of control, of knowing the pull of her own sexuality, made Carlee bold.

  All her life, she had given in to the demands of her family. Even her dream of becoming an artist had to fall in line with the wants and desires of the Davis clan. She had to live in a certain apartment, in a specific part of New York City…attend a certain school.

  No more!

  Her life might be in mortal danger, but the threat to her heart—of being without Ben and Dan—was more than she could bear.

  “You’re mine now.” She eyed both of them.

  Their hot look could have burned wood.

  They made quick work of their shirts, jeans and underwear.

  A decadent thrill shot through her body. Carlee stretched out on the bed.

  “Come to me.” She patted the mattress.

  Ben slid behind her, with Dan on the other side. Nestled between them, she sighed, the sound blissful. Dan stroked her labia with his fingers. She ground her bottom against Ben’s cock, feeling the head of his stiff dick kiss the cleft between her bottom cheeks.

  Ben pushed back her wild curls, whispering in her ear. “I want to take your bottom.”

  She stilled.

  “But I won’t, unless you want me to, Carlee.”

  She thought about how big he was. Could she even handle Ben’s cock in her ass?

  Dan kissed her lips. He slipped lower, his mouth teasing her cunt. “I’ll pleasure your clit. It will be a double sensation.”

  Wetness seeped between her thighs.

  She arched her back, her bottom sliding against Ben’s stiff cock.

  Dan went to work on her clit. H
e sucked on it, drawing it into his mouth, releasing it just enough so he could slide his tongue up and down along the little jewel. Carlee thrashed her head from side to side, her orgasm roaring to life.

  Ben reached over and fondled her breasts, his hands working their magic. He gently palmed her nipples, bringing her to the brink of euphoria. Each pass of his open palm across her distended nipples made her cry out, “More!”

  He chuckled. “Anything you desire, Carlee…anything.” He pushed the head of his cock against her bottom hole. “Do you want me?” he whispered.

  She leaned her head back against his shoulder. “I do, but…”

  “What?”

  She squirmed, opening her legs, allowing Dan more access to her clit. He licked her slowly, his tongue sweeping from her bottom to her clit.

  Carlee’s face heated. “I-I want—” She pulled a pillow close to her face, burying her nose in the soft covering.

  Ben grasped her chin, turning her to face him. “Say it. Tell me…tell us…what you want.”

  “Spank me. Hard.”

  Dan stopped what he was doing. He looked up at Ben.

  “Please,” she whimpered, clutching the sheets in her hand.

  “Little warrior.” Ben whispered in her ear. “You really want a paddling?”

  She nodded.

  Dan slid up her body. Sitting with his back against the headboard, he commanded, “Suck my cock.”

  She drew in a breath.

  “If you want your spanking, suck my cock.”

  She got to her knees and bent over Dan’s cock. Taking it in her mouth, she sucked it deep.

  “Harder.” He leaned his head back and groaned. “Again!” he roared.

  She drew his dick into her mouth again.

  SMACK!

  Her bottom erupted into flames.

  “You naughty girl.” Ben leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Sucking his dick like that.”

  “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She gasped, her ass burning.

  SMACK!

  Dan pushed her head down to his cock again. “Take it all. Now.”

  SMACK!

  It wasn’t enough.

  Ben reached between her legs and stroked her pussy. She whispered, “Spank me again. Harder this time.”

  Carlee pushed Ben backwards. She crawled into his lap then sprawled across it, face down.

  She raised her bottom in the air.

  SMACK!