Jed lifted one of her legs and slung it over his shoulder. He licked her pussy, his tongue flicking over her clit, and then he closed his lips around the magic nub. Tru’s body jerked, and Liam tightened his hold. He kissed her again, gagging her with his tongue and swallowing her moans. She fumbled, grabbing at his forearms, shoulders, and hair, but never settling on one place. He pinched her nipple, rolling it cruelly between his thumb and forefinger, and she settled on pulling his hair with one hand and digging her nails into his forearm. Her body bowed and stiffened, and she cried out in his mouth. He finally stopped the endless kiss. She slumped against him, panting and trembling.
Jed sat back on his heels and licked his fingers. “Princess, if fruit tasted like this, I’d eat it every day.”
Her attempt at a laugh bordered on pathetic. “Thank you,” she squeaked out.
Liam didn’t recall ever seeing Jed eat fruit, not that he paid much attention to things like that. He drew a finger through her wetness and sucked it from his finger. “Mmm. I could go for some of that.” He scooped her up in his arms and set her on the bed. She would look so good tied down, but she’d barred bondage. He wrapped a hand around each of her ankles and wrenched her legs apart. She lay there, with her legs spread and her hands positioned limply over her abdomen, and watched him.
He shucked his shirt, and her lips parted. She drank him in, staring with open appreciation at his chiseled chest. Long hours practicing Tae Kwan Do had produced this body, and he was proud of it.
“She’s a chest woman.” Jed’s observation interrupted his musings. “That first morning, I had just gotten out of the shower when she knocked. I swear she stared for a full minute before saying anything.”
A blush bloomed on Tru’s neck and chest. “It’s still not my birthday.”
Jed unbuttoned his shirt, a slow striptease that held Tru’s attention. While she was distracted, Liam lowered his torso to the bed and licked her glistening pussy. Her entire body jerked, and she cried out when he got to her clit.
“It’s sensitive, Liam.” Her tone implored him to be gentle, but a devilish streak warned him not to listen. The female body was an amazing machine. She was going to come again.
He used his shoulder and arm to hold her hips still, and he dived into his work. She wiggled at first, but gradually she accepted that he wasn’t going to let her take control. Soon she tilted her hips to give him better access, and she started making noises that sounded like a cross between a yelp and a moan. When he glanced up, he found that Jed was torturing her nipples. He alternated sucking viciously with pinching and rolling.
“Yes, please,” she breathed. “Oh, yes. Please don’t stop.”
Liam tasted her again, and he didn’t stop until she cried out and a fresh wave of cream gushed from her vagina. The score was 1-1, and he passed the ball to Jed. Liam perched on the edge of the bed and watched Jed slide until he lay next to her. He turned her onto her side, and he pressed her body to his. Their kiss had an unexpected tenderness, and Tru’s hands were suddenly in motion. She undid Jed’s pants in seconds, and then she used her feet to help kick them the rest of the way off his legs.
Jed motioned to the bedside table. “Dare, can you grab a condom for me?”
Liam took out several condoms, and he threw one to his buddy.
Jed turned Tru around so that her ass was against his dick, and then he tilted her to put about a foot between his chest and her back. He lifted her top leg and put it over his, and then he slid a pillow under her head. This position exposed her body to Liam’s view and still allowed Jed the access he wanted. He slid his gloved cock into Tru’s pussy.
“Touch yourself, princess.” Jed’s tone made it clear that he’d issued an order. “Show Liam how much you want this.”
As Jed fucked her, he continued to pinch and fondle her breasts. She arched into his touch, and she stimulated her clit by circling it with one finger. The entire time, her gaze remained fixed on Liam, and he realized that she enjoyed performing for him as much as he liked to watch her being fucked.
All of a sudden, a loud crack rent the air, and Liam realized that Jed had smacked Tru’s ass. Again and again, he hit her cheek, and each time his hand came into contact with her reddened ass, she cried out in ecstasy. It didn’t take long for her to climax. Her body seemed to spasm as she moaned so loudly that Liam covered her mouth with his hand.
Jed held her against him, stroking her hair until her sobs of pleasure subsided. He pressed a kiss to her temple. “You’re not finished, princess. Liam is going to make you pass out.”
Liam wanted to fuck her mouth first. Those luscious, kiss-swollen lips begged to taste his dick.
She nodded and stroked a caress down Jed’s cheek. “Thank you.”
Liam narrowed his eyes. “Why does she keep thanking you?”
“I told her to thank me for every orgasm I give her.”
He’d given her an orgasm. “Why doesn’t she thank me?”
Tru struggled to her hands and knees, and then she crawled to him. “You didn’t tell me to. Is that what you want, Liam? Thank you for the orgasm. I very much enjoyed it, and I’d love to return the favor.”
Something about having her on her hands and knees made his dick jerk. He unbuttoned his pants and lowered them to expose his cock. “Open your mouth.”
With a gleeful smile, she obeyed. He traced the purpled tip on her lips before dipping it inside her hot mouth. He let her lick and suck long enough to get it wet, and then he surged forward to fuck her mouth in earnest. Behind her, Jed stirred. He mimed for Liam to pull her hair. Liam grabbed a handful of her thick tresses, and every time he withdrew, he pulled her head back. She moaned, the vibrations traveling through his cock.
Jed knelt up and rained rhythmic spanks over both of her ass cheeks. It occurred to Liam that a flogger would work very well for this situation, but neither of them had brought one and Tru had forbidden toys. Maybe next time she’d consent to bondage and some light flogging.
The combination of hair pulling and spanking did wonders for Tru. Moans and cries sounded in the back of her throat, and the feeling devastated Liam’s quest for control. He surged forward, burying his cock as far as she could take, and he came in her mouth.
Chapter Ten
The same chirping that woke her the prior morning called in her dreams, forcing her to the surface. Though she was technically awake, full consciousness returned slowly. A body curved against her back, and another supported her from the front, preventing her from turning completely on her stomach. Enough dim light filtered around the edges of the room’s curtains for her to identify Liam in front of her and Jed plastered to her backside. Queen beds were not made to sleep three adults. If she hadn’t passed out after that last orgasm, she would have suggested that her two lovers would be more comfortable in their own beds.
The chirping came again, and she tapped Jed’s shoulder. He grunted and rolled to his back. Tru eased from under the covers and padded to the bathroom. Though her ass had recovered from the sporadic spankings that both Jed and Liam had delivered, her pussy was still sore. If she hadn’t vowed never to take a bath at another hotel, she would have soaked in Epsom salts. If she was still desperate tonight, she might break her oath and indulge in a soak.
Last night had been amazing. Though she’d played with ménage before, each time Alex had been in charge. The second man or woman had either been a submissive, or they’d understood that Alex was ultimately in charge. With Liam and Jed, she didn’t get that feeling. They were both in charge, and though they’d worked together very well, they’d each taken what they wanted. It had been heaven. If she were to ever serve a Master again, there would need to be two, and they’d have to share her.
When she emerged from the shower, she heard the sounds of Liam and Jed conversing in hushed tones. That meant they were either talking about work or about her. Wrapped in a towel, she breezed out of the bathroom and threw a smile at her gentlemen, both of whom were dressed and se
ated on opposite corners at the foot of the bed. “Good morning. I hope you slept well.”
Liam stretched his neck, probably seeking to crack it. “Like the dead. You wore me out.”
She kissed the top of his head, but she evaded him when he tried to snake an arm around her to keep her there. “I have to pack up and finish my article. Checkout is in two hours.”
Jed frowned, so she kissed his head too. “Do you have time to talk about last night?”
She stepped into a pair of cotton, serviceable underwear. Nothing about them invited a man to stay another night. She slid into yoga pants, suitable for a day spent traveling, and then she grabbed a shirt and bra. Those she took into the bathroom to put on. “A little. What’s wrong?” Brush-offs were best handled from a distance, especially with Doms. This one-night stand was officially at the top of her Best Of list, and she didn’t want to end it with platitudes or false promises to keep in touch.
“You mean, besides the fact that you’re avoiding us?” Liam’s voice barreled through the door and into the bathroom. She couldn’t tell if he was irritated, amused, or both.
She emerged, fully dressed and squeezing the water from her hair into a towel. “I’m not avoiding you. I have a lot to get done this morning.”
Jed folded his arms and regarded her stoically. “We want to see you again.”
This was unexpected. The transitory nature of their meeting was an established fact. She looked from Jed to Liam. The corner of Liam’s mouth turned up in a mirthless smile. “It’s true.”
She picked up her hairbrush and attacked any knots that lacked the sense to leave when she’d applied conditioner. “I travel a lot for work, and so do you. Even when we’re both home, there are still about three hundred miles between us. I appreciate the sentiment—I had an unforgettable time last night too—but it was a single night experience. Besides, you can’t improve perfection.”
Liam got to his feet, and the firmness of his gaze let her know that the conversation wasn’t over. “Let’s get breakfast. We’d like to spend a little more time with you—unless you’re completely against the idea.”
She wasn’t against the idea, but she wasn’t in favor of it either. Between their attitudes and her visions—which hadn’t yet occurred—she was worried that she might find herself heading down that long, winding desert road called Relationship. Something like that didn’t fit into her plans. Having a significant other or others wasn’t on her bucket list. Still she found herself following Liam and Jed downstairs.
They arrived at the dining room to find it transformed. A long table lined with chafing dishes and ice-filled bowls awaited morning diners. Tru clapped her hands over her mouth and nose in prayer position. They had a waffle bar. Tru didn’t know if the chef had read her blog to discover her not-so-secret love of the waffle bar concept, but in any event, this definitely tipped the review scales to a full five stars instead of the four-and-a-half she’d been considering. This setup took her back to her childhood, when her dad used to help run Gram’s bed-and-breakfast. Every Sunday morning, he’d put out a waffle bar. Gram had hated it, but Tru had loved it, and her memories of it were inexorably tied to her memories of her father.
Jed put an arm around her shoulders. “Princess? Are you okay?”
“It’s a waffle bar.”
Liam studied her curiously. “Waffle bars make you cry? It’s not that bad, and the food here is pretty good, so I don’t think there’s anything to cry about.”
She wiped a tear away and sniffed. That had been unexpected. She chalked it up to post-scene emotionality. With a Master at her side, she didn’t have to worry about the light levels of subdrop she usually experienced, but in this situation, there was no way she wanted them to have to deal with the aftereffects. She could hold it together until she left The Abiding Tide. “I love waffle bars.”
Liam and Jed exchanged a look over her head. Though she noticed their bafflement, she ignored it. Jed hugged her closer. “Let’s get a table.”
Tru led them to a large round table in the hope that other patrons would join them and dilute the conversation. The moment they sat down, a server brought three plates and took their drink order. Tru waited impatiently for her to leave, and then she leaped from her chair. Liam caught up to her at the waffle bar. She loaded a single waffle on her plate and went for the fresh blueberries.
“You really like waffles.” Liam stacked three waffles on his plate and surveyed the selection of homemade fruit syrups.
“I love waffle bars,” she corrected as she placed two plump blueberries in every other square on her waffle. In the blank ones, she carefully arranged a raspberry-blackberry combination. When she caught Liam studying her plate, she defended her choices. “It’s an art.”
“I see that.”
She drizzled a light maple syrup over it all, and then she added whipped cream. On the way back, she noted that Jed hadn’t made it to the waffle bar. He’d been waylaid by the rest of his FBI team. With more than a little relief, she found that his entire team had claimed the rest of the seats at the large round table.
She and Liam sat down, and Jed looked over their plates. He hadn’t been sold on the waffle bar idea. She grinned. “You don’t have to put fruit on your waffle. There are no rules at a waffle bar. They have bacon. You could put bacon on your waffle, smother the whole thing with syrup, and eat it like a sandwich. It’s a heart attack waiting to happen, but you’re young and in good shape. I think you can chance it.”
The worry lines didn’t ease from Jed’s face, but Agents Forsythe and Monaghan dragged him from his seat and forced him to face a spread that included a vast amount of locally grown fruit.
Two seats away, Agent Lockmeyer quietly scooted a stack of papers closer. Tru hadn’t noticed them before, and she couldn’t help that she glanced at them now. Unfortunately a name jumped out at her—Zangari’s Fetish Inn. It wasn’t too far from where they were. Tru wondered if the murder victim had been a patron or if they were looking into her history.
She cut a perfect square containing two blueberries and threw caution to the wind. “What is your interest in Zangari’s?”
“It’s part of our investigation.” Lockmeyer set the stack of papers on her other side, as far away from Tru as she could get them, and she turned the top sheet upside down.
Tru frowned. “Why?”
Liam touched her arm. “We can’t discuss an open case.”
She scowled. “Are you investigating me?”
“No. Why? Have you been to Zangari’s?” His face remained neutral, but she picked up on the curiosity rooted in his personal interest.
She’d helped Alex convert the old house his grandmother had left him into a BDSM-themed inn, and when she’d served him, she’d visited him there every few weekends for almost three years. However Liam didn’t need to know that. “Yes. My friends own it.”
Liam looked to Agent Lockmeyer for guidance, and the woman folded her hands on the table and leaned forward. The boss was in. “Ms. Martin, can I call you Tru?”
Tru thought she’d already given permission, but she nodded anyway, and she went on high alert. When an authority figure asked for rights to treat you with familiarity, they inevitably wanted something they didn’t think you’d easily give.
“Great. Tru, I wonder if you could help us with something?”
“Of course, Agent Lockmeyer. If it’ll help you catch this criminal, I’m in.”
“Call me Brandy.”
Uh-oh. This was getting serious.
“Tru, we’ve reached a delicate point in our inquiry. We need to conduct part of our investigation at Zangari’s, but the concierge claims they’re booked solid. I know that all hotels keep a room or two open for emergencies. Do you think you could persuade your friends to let us book a room?” Brandy leaned back to let the server set down a plate filled with half a grapefruit. It looked like SSA Lockmeyer wasn’t a waffle woman.
Tru shook her head. “They’re booked months in adv
ance. It’s not like a regular inn where anyone can book a room. Alex is very particular about who can stay there, and he sells the bulk of his rooms like a time share. The same couple might commit to visiting four times a year, and they’ll get the same room each time, but they have to commit to specific dates upfront.”
As a business model, it worked for Alex and his wife, Jewell. It was the best way he’d developed to make sure the Dom/mes were reputable and the subs were genuine. He made it clear that he didn’t run a sex club, just a place for those in the lifestyle to vacation without having to hide who they were.
Brandy frowned at Tru’s response, but she directed it at her grapefruit. “What if they have a cancellation?”
“His cancellation policy is unforgiving.” Leave it to a Dom to punish people for not following the rules. Tru had cautioned against it because she thought it might sour people toward the inn, but so far it had rarely been the case. “And people almost never cancel. Most patrons spend months looking forward to their time at Zangari’s. Alex runs regular seminars, classes, and demonstrations. It’s an unforgettable experience.”
Jed returned as she finished speaking. He set his plate—waffles and bacon in a syrup bath—at the empty place next to her and sat down. “What’s unforgettable?”
“Zangari’s. I was just explaining to Brandy that there was no way you’d be able to book a room there. But there are other places nearby where you can stay. Alex would be more than willing to answer any questions you have, and if need be, he’ll make his staff available to you.” Tru didn’t see the big deal, and the chances of the entire team being BDSM practitioners was slim to none. They wouldn’t all want to stay there.
At this, Agent Monaghan—she may as well call him by his name—Jordan grimaced. “Here’s the thing—we need to have a two-pronged approach, with one part being undercover. That’s why we need to register as guests.”
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