Before Jason continued, he rolled away. She barely paid attention to him or his actions because Brady was kissing his way down her torso. His tongue dipped into her belly button at the same moment Jason slipped his finger between her ass cheeks again. This time she felt the cool, wet slide of lubricant.
Jason worked his finger into her puckered opening as Brady reached her pussy and set about to feast on her. This was not simply oral sex, but something on a different level, something so urgent, she could feel Brady shaking with need. His own need filtered through him to her. No caress, no simple teasing. He slipped his tongue up inside of her as if he were a starving man and she were the only thing that would quench his hunger.
The dual feelings of pleasure and pain rushed through her. Jason continued to move his finger in and out of her anus as Brady added one in her cunt as he continued to lick and suck on her clit. She teetered closer to the edge, the pinnacle just out of reach. One more flick of Brady’s tongue with a hard shove from Jason would have sent her flying. A frustrated growl ripped from her throat as both of them pulled away.
Both men chuckled. She opened her eyes and rolled onto her back as Brady and Jason slipped off the bed. She shivered when she looked at them. Jason was in prime condition for a man half his age. Lean, muscular, he wasn’t as strong as Brady, she knew that, but there something about a well-sculpted chest that always got her.
Brady growled and she laughed, looking over at him. When she looked at him, something else moved through her. The heat, the attraction was there, the same as it was for Jason, but this went deeper. Just looking at him had her heart turning over in her chest.
He reached for her then, pulling her up and then positioning her on her hands and knees. Libby looked back over her shoulder at him, a smile curving her lips. Brady captured her gaze, then smacked her bare ass. Her gasp filled the room, along with another chuckle from Jason. The sting of the slap tingled even as Brady brought his hand down again. This time, her pussy tightened at the action. Brady smacked her once more, almost causing her to come.
Jason slid back onto the bed, lifted her leg and settled beneath her. Brady climbed back up on the mattress behind her. The anticipation of what was to come had her shaking, her heart beating hard against her chest. She curled her fingers into the silken bed sheets as Brady slipped a finger into her anus. The jolt of sharp pain caused her to tighten up momentarily.
Apparently sensing her hesitation, Jason leaned up and took a nipple into his mouth. He moved his hands to her rear end, spreading her cheeks for Brady. Even as he did, he moved to her mouth, plunging his tongue between her lips.
The tip of Brady’s shaft butted at her small entrance. Slowly, carefully, he pushed into her. The sharp bite of pain mixed with pleasure caused her to moan his name. Soon, he had worked himself all the way into hole and he paused, waiting for Jason. As gentle as Brady had been, he squeezed himself into her slick channel. With both men in her, she felt full to bursting. The exquisite torture, the sting of Brady’s entry, dissolved as soon as the two men started to move.
Moving in rhythm, they set about to destroy her. With each thrust in, they pushed her body, her mind, her soul, further beyond anything she had ever felt.
Brady must have felt how close she was because he leaned over and said in her ear, “Come, baby. Libby, oh God, you feel so great.”
She exploded on his next thrust, her body convulsing, her muscles clamping down on both men’s cocks.
Jason’s fingers dug into her flesh as he pushed into her one more time. “Ahh, Libby. So fucking good.”
Even as Jason’s body was still rigid, still erupting in her, Brady came, filling her ass with cum.
“Libby, baby.” He jerked as he came.
The intense pressure of both men holding themselves so deep within her sent her over the edge again. She came, screaming Brady’s name.
* * * * *
Libby woke several hours later and snuggled closer to Brady. Jason had left not long after their last session.
“You awake, kitten?”
She looked up at him; his eyes were half closed and a lazy sensual smile curved his lips.
“Just when did you start calling me kitten?”
“Hmm, I think it was about the time I had an image of you as one licking up cream.”
Her face flushed. She wasn’t a prude but just the thought of the things they had done in full view of other people was embarrassing. And very arousing.
“You liked it, didn’t you?” he asked.
“I love oral sex. You know that.”
He chuckled. “No. You liked the fact that you were doing something and other people were watching.” He took a lock of her hair and twirled it around his finger. “You liked having two men at once.”
Her body quickened as his comment but she kept her mouth closed. She knew it had turned her on but that didn’t mean she liked the effect it had on her.
“Ah, come on, Libby. I won’t tell anyone.” He rolled over in one fast move and she was on her back, with him on top. His cock was hard and ready against her mons. “You liked it, didn’t you?”
Desire flamed in her belly at the sensual heat in his eyes. But it was the warmth, the love she saw that was her undoing. He had a beautiful body, a quick mind, but it was his eyes that always got her. Clear, dark blue and all too perceptive. Every time he looked at her like this, she felt that he could see all the way into her soul.
“Brady… I still can’t believe…”
“That it made you cream to think of people watching you and that having two men at once got you off. Common fantasy.”
“Well, I lived the fantasy, that was enough. And we have things to discuss. We have to decide where we go from here. “
He reached behind her neck and undid her top, pulling it away from her body. Bending his head, he licked first one, then the other nipple.
“How about we try being naughty just once more before we go? Hmmm? They aren’t going to let us go for a few hours, and well, we do have this big bed…”
She chuckled. “Brady, you’re insatiable.”
He began inching his way down her body. “Only with you, lass.” She thought he looked like a pirate with his long black hair and his Irish accent threading his voice. He settled his mouth on her pussy, his tongue darting between her lips, and all thoughts of plans drifted away as she gave herself up to the pleasure that only Brady could give her.
* * * * *
Brady was packing up the rest of his gear as Libby came in, dressed in her regular clothes. He was sad to see the harem girl disappear but they both know they had things to accomplish before they figured out just how to be together. That was one thing he had determined in the early morning hours while she’d slept—she wasn’t shaking him loose this time. Somehow, someway, he would figure out a way to keep her by his side.
She threw the outfit she’d been wearing onto the bed. He grabbed it up.
“What are you doing?”
“If you think I’m giving that thing up, you’ve got to be out of your mind, woman.”
She snorted but continued gathering up her things and nibbling on the breakfast they’d been given. “So, which way are we going?”
“We keep on the same path.”
She sat on the bed to pull on her boots. There was nothing sensual in her movements, no flirting, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He knew he would never get tired of looking at her.
“You think Sterling was on the right path?”
“I don’t know if he was, or if there’s even anything to claim, but from what Jason said, he continued the same way I was planning on going.”
She sighed, her mouth turned down in a frown.
“Hey, love, we’ll find him.” She shrugged. Oh Christ, she was losing faith in him. That was not good. Panic welled up in his throat. He swallowed it back and squatted between her legs. “Libby, sweetheart.” He took her hands in his and willed her to lift her gaze to his. When she did, he continued.
“We’ll find him. I promise you that.”
“What if he doesn’t want to be found? What if he can’t be? What if…” he’s dead? That’s what she wanted to say.
“Don’t worry, it will work out. Trust me?”
She nodded and sniffled. The door slid open and Jason entered, Walter and his friends hard on his heels. All of them were dressed in suits, as if going to a business meeting. A definite change in appearance from the day before.
“I trust you were well taken care of?” He asked the question of both of them but his attention was fixated on Libby. Brady rose to his feet and blocked their view.
“Yes, we were. You have my weapons?”
He nodded and motioned for Walter to give them back. Walter did so begrudgingly.
“Do you need anything else?”
“No, we’ll be on our way.” Libby stood and took her weapons from him, storing them.
“Ms. Wainwright—Libby, I hope you find your father soon. I didn’t like that young man with him.”
“Young man?” Brady knew his voice was sharp but ignored the strange look Jason shot him.
“Yes.” Jason frowned. “They fought constantly. I have no idea about what.”
The air grew thick with tension as Brady looked at Libby. For once, she was avoiding eye contact. That didn’t bode well for them. “What was the man’s name?”
“Tony Freemont.”
Chapter Eleven
Brady marched along the path, not looking back once in the last thirty minutes, but Libby was sure he wore the same scowl he’d had since he found out about Tony. Jesus, he looked at her as if she’d lied to him. She hadn’t. She’d forgotten but he didn’t want to discuss it. It was just like him. Instead of discussions, there was yelling or nothing. He had no middle ground. She’d only tried twice but he didn’t even growl at her.
Since then, he’d been silent as a tomb and as pleasant as having your teeth drilled. It wasn’t helping that the terrain had grown steeper, the conditions worsening by the kilometer. While shreds of the rainforest remained, the dirt now was red and rockier. It was a stark contrast to the rich black soil she’d seen earlier.
She continued on behind him, sweat dribbling down her back. Without stopping, she pulled out her water and began drinking. She was tired. Very tired. Not only were her muscles sore from walking but they ached from their activities the night before. Her head throbbed, her eyes stung and she was beyond irritated with her partner.
“Are we stopping for lunch?”
He grunted a response.
“Is that a ‘yes’ grunt or a ‘no’ grunt?”
“We should be there soon.”
“There, as in the place where the legendary emerald—”
“Yes.”
“Listen, Brady, I forgot about Tony. Walter told me about him and then they had that meeting and… Are you listening to me?”
He grunted again and she lost her temper. She stopped walking and took a deep breath before she started shouting.
“Listen, you jackass. I forgot.”
He stopped and turned, his eyes narrowed in agitation or anger. She didn’t give a damn which emotion because she’d had it. She was hot and tired and just wanted to go home and sleep but she couldn’t because she could never rest if she didn’t try everything to find her father. And he wasn’t making it easy.
“It wasn’t foremost in my mind when the damn freaks back at that place started telling me that I had to have sex and be observed while doing it. Then you inform me we have to have a threesome. Did you think I was thinking of my ex-husband then? Jesus, Brady I was worried you were going to start fighting them and then they would kill you. Why the hell I love such a pigheaded jackass, I’ll never know. My father said you would be a pain in the ass and he was right. I have no idea why—”
He closed the distance between them. Without saying a word, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She pulled back from him and he tried to follow.
“Brady, we don’t have time for that.”
“Lass, the woman I love tells me she loves me, I have to kiss her.” His voice was thick with emotion and the sound of it made her eyes sting. “I’m sorry I was such an ass but I was worried you were trying to protect your ex-husband.”
“I would never protect Tony. Anything that happens to him, he deserves.”
He smiled. “We have a lot of things to discuss, you and I, like why you felt the need to leave all those years ago. But right now, we’ll find your father and then get the hell out of here.” He sobered. “I do love you. You know that, don’t you, Libby?”
Warmth filled her heart as she accepted the knowledge of what she always knew was true. The tears that had been burning the back of her eyes now spilled over. “Yes.”
“How very touching.”
They turned their heads simultaneously and Libby gasped when she saw her ex-husband surrounded by three large mercs. All of them were armed for the second coming of the apocalypse.
“Tony Freemont, I take it.” Brady released her and shoved her behind his back.
“Brady St. James.” Tony nodded in Brady’s direction, stepped forward and punched Brady in the jaw. Not ready for the jab, Brady fell back on his butt.
“Tony, what the hell are you doing?”
“He deserved it, the son of a bitch.”
Brady came to his feet ready to attack but she stopped him. “Brady, you’ll never win. They have more guns, more knives and more muscle.” He glanced at the other men and nodded curtly.
She turned to her ex and frowned. “What do you mean, he deserved it? He’s done nothing to you.”
Tony’s pale gray eyes narrowed while he studied them. He’d always been a lean man but strong. But now his cheeks were sunken, his facial bones more pronounced. There was a gaunt desperate look in his gaze. No, it was more than that. He had an appearance that reminded her of the romulda addicted. The drug quickly took over a person’s mind, eating through any sanity they’d had before they’d started on the drug. His hair was thinning, his skin pale.
“What did he do to me? You stupid bitch, you know exactly what he did to me.”
Oh, God, she’d forgotten about that mess. “Really, Tony. That wasn’t Brady’s fault. And I’m sure you don’t want everyone to know about that.”
Tony glanced around at everyone watching with rabid interest. Some sanity sparked and he retreated. “Well, I guess you’ll save me from that one humiliation, huh, Liberty?”
“Where is my father?”
“I have no idea but it doesn’t matter.” Calm, cool. The tone in his voice irritated her. It was if they were having a casual conversation and there weren’t paid killers with their weapons leveled at Brady and Libby.
“It matters to me.”
“He’s not the one I need.” He looked over her shoulder at Brady. “But I’m so glad that you brought me exactly who I do need.”
“Brady?”
She glanced over her shoulder at him, and he shrugged.
“Yes, Brady. Jesus, don’t you know who you’ve been fucking like a freaking nymphomaniac for the last few days?” A smiled stretched across his lips but there was no humor at all in it. Chills ran down her arms at the sight of it. “Your Saint is just the man I need. A direct descendent of Irish blood—royal, at that. He must go into the cave to retrieve my emerald.”
* * * * *
They were taken down a deep incline into a cavern, one of the thugs in front, Tony next, then Libby and Brady, the other two mercs behind them. Libby had never seen that look in Tony’s eyes. He’d always been a calculating man but this was different. This was crazy times fifty. He seemed to have gone over the edge. He really believed in the power of some damn emerald. Like there even was an emerald.
She glanced at Brady and noticed the flexing of his jaw. He was grinding his teeth, a sure sign on how irritated he was that she’d stopped him going after Tony. She knew he was itching to fight Tony and, really, it would only take one punch and Tony would
be out for a day or two. A bruise blossomed on his bruise, the colors rapidly growing darker. Brady wouldn’t let that go. He was biding his time and then he would make Tony hurt.
They reached the bottom. Libby noticed that the only vegetation growing in the cavern were a tangle of vines with blue heart-shaped leaves. From the deep rivets in the earth, she assumed it’d been a river bed at one time. The guards stayed behind them and Tony looked around the area.
“You’ll be happy to know, Liberty, that your father was well last time I saw him. Of course, he left me to fend for myself with only one bottle of water. That’s why I had to hire some help.” His voice was as calm as if he were ordering food or conducting a meeting.
“What was the disagreement about?” Brady asked the question in just as cool a voice.
“Sterling thought we should turn the emerald over when we found it.” He picked a piece of lint off his jacket. “I didn’t.”
“You’re saying you did nothing to him?”
“Yes. Last I saw of him was his backside. Now, are you ready to go in and get the emerald?”
“I’ve decided I don’t like caves, make me uncomfortable.”
“Oh?” Tony’s gaze moved to the men behind them and one of them grabbed her. He put a stungun to her head. “I think that should convince you to get over your problem.”
* * * * *
Brady inwardly cursed. He should have seen that coming. But really, he hadn’t thought Freemont had the balls to order the murder of his ex-wife. Apparently greed and insanity helped him come to that decision.
“You know, I understand a stungun to the head is a particularly painful death.” Freemont’s voice was sickly sweet, his insanity threading his tone. Every instinct told Brady to hold back, play it cool, but inside, anger churned his gut as he watched the blood drain out of Libby’s face. He’d waited six fucking years, long years, waiting and wondering if he would get her back again. No punk-ass corporate shill was going to take her away from him now.
He swallowed his rage and stepped forward. “What do I have to do?”
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