by Katie Allen
“No, it’s good,” she panted, her shyness disappearing in the need for more motion, more of those incredible sensations. “Move...please.”
To her relief, he did, slowly at first and then faster, dragging out and plunging back in, until her hips were moving toward him, her ass meeting his groin at the deepest point of each thrust.
The tip of Benjy’s cock was at her lips, and she opened her mouth willingly, letting him push over her tongue. The distraction of Ari’s pounding made it easier to take B deep in her throat. She was too overwhelmed with pleasure to tighten up with panic when Benjy held her head and began to fuck her mouth.
Ari changed the angle, penetrating more deeply and hitting some magic spot that made her moan around the erection filling her mouth. Benjy stiffened and clutched the back of her head, pulling her face even closer as he came.
She swallowed everything he gave her, sucking on him until he gently pulled his softening erection free. The lack of cock in her mouth made her able to concentrate on Ari’s movements more fully.
As he sped up, his hips smacking against her ass at an almost inhuman speed, he reached down with one hand and pinched her clit. She hadn’t realized she was so close to orgasm, as she’d been caught up in all the new sensations of her first time, and the climax took her by surprise.
She screamed and clutched at Benjy’s thighs, her nails digging into his skin in a way she vaguely knew had to be painful. He let her grab him, though, let her cling to him in an attempt to ground herself as the rush of pleasure carried her away from reality.
The orgasms the guys had given her before had been different from this. This, coming with Ari’s cock pulsing deep inside her, was an altogether new experience. She panted, shaking, coming down from the most amazing high she’d ever felt.
Ari thrust, hard and deep, and then held her hips tightly against him as he shouted his own pleasure.
After what felt like forever and no time at all, Ari softened, both his cock and his muscles, sinking more and more of his weight on her.
“A,” she said, not wanting to disturb the lovely languorous feeling but not really able to breathe. “You’re really heavy.”
He grunted, rolling off her. She immediately missed his heat and weight. Laying her cheek on Benjy’s thigh, she watched Ari strip off the condom as he strode toward the bathroom. She heard running water, and then he was back, smoothing a warm washcloth between her legs.
It felt uncomfortable and nice at the same time, making her squirm. “I can do that.”
“Done.” He patted her ass before returning the washcloth to the bathroom.
Daphne ran her fingers over the crescent-shaped dents in Benjy’s leg that her nails had left. “Sorry,” she said, kissing one of the marks.
In response, he reached down to catch her under the arms and haul her up the full length of his body. She ended up stretched over him, her face looking down at his. She could tell by his amused expression that he didn’t mind her claw marks. He kissed the tip of her nose, and she giggled.
Ari launched himself over them and landed hard on the bed, making her and Benjy bounce from the aftershocks. Daphne’s initial shriek morphed into a laugh as A latched an arm around her middle, pulling her off Benjy. He tucked her back against his front and Benjy rolled to sandwich her between them.
As they settled, she opened her mouth to ask a question but then closed it again.
“What?” Ari asked in a sleepy grumble.
“Was I...um, okay?”
He was quiet for a moment. “What?”
“Was I okay? At, you know,” she made a sweeping gesture—or as sweeping as she could make a gesture while pinned between two large males, “the sex thing.”
When both men were silent and very still, Daphne twisted so she could see both of their faces. They were staring at each other, doing that silent communication thing, and then Ari started to laugh. Grinning, Benjy pulled her in for a hug.
“No laughing!” she protested, although her words were muffled against his chest. “Was I that bad?”
“Silly Grace.” Ari wrapped her in a backward hug, tugging her away from Benjy and back against his front. “You were fucking incredible. Now shut up and go to sleep.”
Chapter Eleven
This whole undercover spy thing was boring. With a sigh, she rested her chin on the palm of her hand and stared out the window. She’d been in this booth for over an hour waiting for Brett. For the first forty minutes, her stomach had churned too much to even consider eating. She’d ordered coffee just to tone down the server’s glare for taking up a booth and not buying any food. As the minutes ticked past, however, her stomach calmed, and she got hungry. She’d worked her way through some soup and a piece of unbelievably good rhubarb pie, and Brett was still nowhere to be seen.
With another bored sigh, she met Banner’s gaze across the diner and raised an eyebrow. Although he wasn’t looking all that happy, he gave an abrupt nod and pushed up from his seat. As he stalked out of the diner, she grabbed her phone and called Brett for the billionth time.
She was shocked when he actually answered.
“Where are you?” she demanded. “I’ve been waiting forever.”
“Do you think I’m an idiot, Daffy?”
Her face scrunched at the hated nickname. She hadn’t missed that part of their relationship. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. The minute I walked into the diner, I would’ve been arrested. Do you think I avoided being caught this long because I’m dumb?”
“I wasn’t going to do anything to you,” she said, truthfully enough. She wasn’t planning on doing anything. She was just going to watch while Banner slapped handcuffs on him. It was true that she wouldn’t have minded if he’d had to tackle Brett in order to accomplish it. She would have also enjoyed watching Ari punch her ex-fiancé in the face, but she wasn’t planning on actually doing any violence.
As if he’d read her mind, he snorted. “All those FBI agents watching would’ve done something, though. Like you didn’t know they were there.”
“I was just going to give you your grandmother’s jewelry back, Brett.” She used her most put-upon voice, playing with the bracelet where it sat next to her empty pie plate. She’d had it in her coat pocket but, after checking to make sure it was still there for the hundredth time, she’d put it where she could see it. Banner had already removed the safety deposit box key, but she still didn’t want to lose it, just in case one of the other charms proved to be the real reason for Brett’s insistence on getting his hands on it.
“Leave it on the table.”
“No.” She stood up and slid it back into her pocket. “I wouldn’t want someone to steal this precious family heirloom.”
“Damn it, Daffy. Don’t walk out of there until you leave it on the table!”
She froze. “Are you watching me?”
The pause before he spoke confirmed it. “Of course not.” He’d always been a terrible liar. She couldn’t understand how’d he’d stolen all that money and lived a double life when he couldn’t lie to save his life.
“That’s creepy and disturbing, Brett.” She turned to look at Ari and Benjy at their own table a few booths down from hers. They were already up and heading toward the kitchen door, so she was pretty sure they’d heard at least her side of the phone conversation.
“Don’t set your dogs on me,” he hissed.
“My dogs?”
“Those two guys who were sitting in the corner. They’re obviously not Feds. Is one of them that boyfriend you were talking about?” The emphasis on “boyfriend” made it sound as if he doubted her story.
“Yeah. Both of them,” she snapped and ended the call.
A little spooked by the idea that Brett had been watching for who knew how long, Daphne stayed i
n her booth, sipping yet another cup of coffee. She’d drunk so much of the caffeinated stuff that her heart was racing. As she rubbed her chest, trying to slow her breathing, Ari and Benjy reentered the diner.
She resisted jumping up and running toward them, choosing instead to remain in her seat and let them initiate contact if it was safe. She’d hate to ruin their cover by overreacting. When they headed her way, making eye contact and everything, she let out a rush of relieved breath.
“Find him?” she asked, although she was pretty sure from their grim faces what the answer would be.
Ari gave a short shake of his head and held out a hand. She grabbed it and hoisted her body out of the seat. Opening her mouth, she closed it again when he gave another head shake that she interpreted to mean they shouldn’t discuss it at the diner.
As they left Metler’s, the guys tried to direct her to the left, but she stopped.
“I have to meet someone in my office.” That someone was Banner. Ari and B knew about the FBI agent, but, after her call to Brett, paranoia was making her careful about what she said in public. “It shouldn’t take long. Do you want me to meet you guys at the car?”
Ari and Benjy glanced at each other, their faces grim, and then A shook his head. All three of them headed across the street to her office. Daphne couldn’t help but sneak looks around. Brett had probably taken off a while ago, but she couldn’t shake the itchy feeling that she was being watched. She did see several people who were indeed staring, but she was pretty sure their focus was on her dual escort of hotness.
Leaving Ari and B in the hall where they could eavesdrop without making Banner curious, she slipped into her office, closing the door behind her. Banner was waiting for her, leaning against the wall behind her desk. Before he could say anything, she pulled the bracelet from her pocket and held it toward him. “Here. Just in case it was something other than the key. Sorry I couldn’t help more. Brett implied that he was watching us at the diner and said he recognized you.”
Watching her carefully, Banner pulled a latex glove out of his pocket and carefully wrapped the jewelry in it. “I have my people searching the area. Can I convince you to try this again?”
She could practically feel the outrage radiating from the two men in the hall, and she hurried to shake her head. “Sorry. I’m going to be out of town for a while. Uh, personal reasons.” She felt her face heat. “Anyway. Good luck with Brett. I’ll call if I hear from him again.”
Banner was watching her carefully. “Everything okay?”
“Of course.” She met his eyes, trying to convey confidence, shoving away memories of the three-way shower that morning so she didn’t stammer and blush and make the FBI agent think that something was wrong. The guys had been considerate and hadn’t gone beyond kissing and touching. Her slight soreness from the previous evening had faded when they’d worked her into a frenzy, however, and she had some strong words to say about their so-called “consideration.” Although they’d gotten her off with their mouths and fingers, she still longed to experience the feeling of a hard cock inside her again. It had only taken one time, and she was addicted.
“Are you sure?” Banner asked.
She jumped, flushing red, worried for a frantic second that he’d read her dirty thoughts. “Oh! Um...yes. Sorry, I was just thinking about something else.”
He stared again, but this time his look was more curious than worried. “Okay. Call me if you need anything. Even if it doesn’t have anything to do with Brett’s case.”
“Got it.” She smiled. “Thanks, Banner.”
“Thank you. We didn’t get him this time, but we do know he’s in the area. Plus,” he shook the glove containing the bracelet, “we have this and the key, which he seems pretty desperate to get back.”
“Good luck,” she told him, holding out her hand.
“You too.” His gaze held steady on her face. “Hope you don’t need it.”
* * *
Daphne got out of the car, stretching and smiling. She had missed this place. After just a few days, it already felt like home.
“Hey, Little D!” Darwin jogged over and immediately grabbed her in a hard hug. “Good to see you.”
“You too, Big D.” Grinning up at him, she ducked as he tried to muss her hair.
Benjy looped his arms around her and yanked her out of Darwin’s grip, who grinned. “It’s that way, huh?”
Having made his way around from the other side of the car, Ari stepped close to her, really close, so B was plastered against her back and Ari against her side.
Darwin’s eyes widened. “So it’s that way now. Wow.” He winked at Daphne. “Naughty girl.”
Blushing, she dropped her gaze to avoid his laughing eyes. “So...where is everyone?”
“Meeting.” He jerked his head toward the main lodge. “We were just waiting for you to arrive before starting.”
Her attempts to wiggle free from Benjy’s grip weren’t working, so she twisted her neck to shoot him a look. “B. I can’t walk with you holding me like this. It’d be like a weird three-legged race or something.” When a wicked grin curved his lips, she ignored how absolutely hot he was and shook her head firmly. “And no carrying me. I have appropriate footwear now. There’s no reason—ahh!” Her words ended in a small shriek as he swept her up and cradled her against his chest. She thumped her fist against his shoulder. “Neanderthal.”
Ari snorted a laugh, falling in next to Darwin as they made their way to the dining room. “Everything okay here?” he asked, his voice falling into serious tones.
“Seems to be. How was the return trip? You have any trouble?”
With a shake of his head, Ari said, “No. Wasn’t too comfortable sharing space with FBI agents, though.”
Darwin stopped. “Wait—what?”
With a quick sideways move that made Daphne tighten her grip around his neck, Benjy barely avoided crashing into Darwin’s back. Looking at the motionless man, Ari motioned for him to keep walking.
“We’ll tell the whole story to the group. No sense in repeating ourselves.”
When they were several steps in front of Darwin, he jogged to catch up, then passed them so he could hold open the door. “Can’t wait to hear this.”
“What’d you do to her now?” Lauren demanded, her fists balled on her hips.
Rolling his eyes, Benjy placed Daphne on her feet with exaggerated care.
“I’m fine, Laur.”
After a quick survey to make sure nothing was broken, missing, or otherwise amiss, the other woman caught her in a hug. “Good to see you. I know it’s just been a day, but we’ve missed you around here.”
“You just want someone else to add to the chore chart,” Daphne teased, warmed by Lauren’s words.
When she was released, Claire immediately embraced her. “I hate the way Ari initially brought you here, but I’m so glad you’re back.”
“Thanks.” Her face was glowing, she knew. Her life in Denver seemed so remote, so sterile and friendless, in the midst of this welcome. “How are you doing?” Pulling away gently, she glanced down at the other woman’s midsection.
“Ugh.” Claire made a face. “Lots of puking and pacing.” At Daphne’s confused look, she clarified, “I’m puking. Ed’s pacing.”
“Oh.” She sent a stressed-looking Ed, who had indeed been pacing, a sympathetic smile. He must have heard their conversation, because he abruptly stopped and leaned against the wall next to Cal. He only lasted a few twitchy seconds before shoving away from the wall and resuming his back-and-forth strides. Claire caught Daphne’s gaze, and they both lost it and started laughing.
To Daphne’s surprise, shy Tom was the next in the reception line, giving her a sweet smile and a squeeze on the arm. Cal stayed where he was but lifted his chin in welcome.
“Everyone
done with the hugging?” Ari asked impatiently. Trying not to smile, Daphne gave him a sideways look. He hadn’t seemed to mind the hugging the night before. Or early that morning. Or in the shower. Benjy poked her in the side, smirking, obviously thinking the same thing.
Clearing his throat, Ari looked away from them and focused his glower on the large table. If he’d been anyone else but Ari, Daphne would’ve sworn there was a tint of red along his cheekbones.
“Grace has an idea,” Ari announced. “Sit.”
Everyone moved toward the table, although Cal asked, “Who the fuck is Grace?”
“Daphne,” Lauren said as she sat in the chair that Cal had pulled out for her.
“How the hell did he get Grace out of Daphne?” Cal muttered, settling in the chair next to Lauren and shuffling it close enough to sling an arm over her shoulders. Everyone ignored his question as they sat. All eyes turned toward Daphne, and she immediately blushed.
“This might be a stupid idea,” she warned.
“Tell us, and we’ll let you know if it’s stupid,” Darwin said, stretching his arm over Tom’s shoulders. Although he didn’t look away from Daphne, Tom smiled a little.
“My ex-fiancé, Brett, stole a bunch of people’s money—money he’d told them he’d invested. The FBI is looking for him, and one of the agents asked if I’d help.” She pulled Banner’s card out of her pocket and laid it on the table. “I asked if they—the FBI, I mean—investigated kidnappings.”
It felt as if everyone in the room had sucked in a breath at the same time, and Daphne patted the air with her hands, trying to calm them.
“Not mine! Not mine! Yours! The five of you, I mean. I know you don’t remember how you got to the lab, but they held you there against your will. Even if it’s not kidnapping, it has to be false imprisonment or something.”
“Would the FBI be any better than the lab pricks?” Cal asked. “Wouldn’t we just be exchanging one bunch of assholes for another bunch of assholes in shittier suits?”
Shaking her head, Daphne said, “Not if the FBI doesn’t want anything from you. We could just present you as the innocent victims, not as the RoboCops that you are.”
