Baby, Come Back [Clandestine Affairs 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

  “You remember when we used to fuck your ass, darlin’?”

  “Yes, I remember everything.”

  “You liked it a lot.”

  “Hmm, I did.”

  He bent his head and nipped gently at her buttocks. “Want me to do it again?”

  “You know I do, Master.”

  Zeke would be busy fixing Cantara up with the nipple clamps they’d decided upon. Raoul blindfolded her, knowing her pleasure would be enhanced by the loss of one of her senses.

  “I do know it, and while I’m doing that, you think you can give Zeke one of those hum jobs of yours that you used to do so well?”

  “I love the taste of Master Zeke’s cock in my mouth,” she breathed.

  “Shit!” Zeke muttered.

  * * * *

  Cantara was encouraged by just how easily she had persuaded the guys to play with her. She had known they would want to, but would hold back because they were afraid she wasn’t up for it again quite yet. The hell with that! She’d ridden out today, swam energetically across a lake, and recovered her memory. She needed to eradicate the bad times she’d been through by living life to the full. And she never felt more alive than when Raoul or Zeke was chastising her for some perceived wrongdoing.

  She sighed with pleasure when Zeke fixed nipple clamps to her tits and, at the same time, Raoul’s slick finger penetrated her backside. She pushed against it, desperate for more than a mere finger, well aware that the needier she became, the longer Raoul would make her wait. God, but she loved these two men! Raoul was the stereotypical tall, dark, and broodingly handsome all American boy. Zeke was swarthy, slightly mysterious and tough as they came. The two were about as different as it got in terms of background, education, and ethnicity, but they had gelled when they were on the same training program for the Green Berets and had been joined at the hip ever since.

  Even though she was blindfolded, Cantara closed her eyes, the better to absorb the pleasure assaulting her from all angles. They were being gentle, by their standards. The spanking she had received had been mild, but Cantara knew better than to complain. Instead she did as they had taught her, controlled her breathing and waited for the slight stinging sensation to transmute to pleasure. The fact that she had remembered what to do and wasn’t stressed by it would, she hoped, earn her a more stringent punishment the next time. She so did not want to be treated as though she was made of porcelain.

  “Okay, darlin’?” Raoul asked.

  “Wonderful,” she replied on a long sigh.

  With a tug on the nipple clamp chain, Zeke slid further beneath her and the head of his throbbing cock collided with her lips. She slid her tongue across it, reacquainting herself with his addictive taste. At the same time she was conscious of Raoul kneeling behind her and grabbing her hips. The head of his cock slid into her backside as smoothly as Cantara sucked Zeke’s into her mouth. Both guys sighed at the same time—deep grunts of pleasure that Cantara would have echoed, had her mouth not been quite so comprehensively full of Zeke’s hard length.

  “That’s it, babe,” Raoul purred, slipping a little deeper, filling her backside to capacity with his throbbing prick. “Now we’re fucking.”

  Spurred on by Raoul’s passionate words, Cantara hollowed her cheeks as she sucked Zeke deeper, savoring the flavor of his arousal, earthy, sweet, and salty. Excitement flushed through her system as she started to hum and the sharp, tangible need she felt for her guys grew headier by the second. Current gathered deep in her body in response to Raoul’s growing assault on her backside. A low, pulsating throb caused her to clench and tremble as her orgasm built and she tried desperately to hold it at bay.

  “Shit, baby,” Zeke spluttered. “You ain’t lost any of your skill. Keep doing that, and I’m gonna cream your throat real good.”

  Raoul’s loaded balls slapped against the tops of Cantara’s thighs. The sensation burned and intensified, sending her sensitized body into sensory overload. It was no good, she was too close to hold back, and when Zeke reached out and played with her clit, it drove her over the edge. Desire, acute, liquid, and smoldering spiraled out of control, arousing every cell in her body, stunning her senses as blessed relief gripped her.

  “Naughty!” But there was laughter in Raoul’s voice as he lightly tapped her butt. “Okay, darlin’, if you’re back with us, let’s pick this thing up.”

  Thinking she was probably too sensitized to be able to participate, Cantara quickly discovered just how wrong she was. Zeke was controlling the thrust of his cock in and out of her mouth just as strictly as Raoul controlled the hot, slick tempo of his thrusts into her backside. Their growing pleasure communicated itself to her. She was perspiring from a combination of hot males and her own desperation. She licked Zeke from tip to balls, sipping at his arousal and swallowing down a drop of pre-cum as turbulent heat again washed through her, flickering with the intense heat of a naked flame. Raoul slapped her butt hard and she exploded a second time. Zeke’s sperm gushed into her mouth and Raoul’s flooded her backside mere seconds later.

  “Shit, baby,” he said, pulling out of her and rolling onto his back, totally spent. “You are something else.”

  Zeke removed himself from her mouth and kissed her lips before also falling flat on his back, panting. Temporarily spent also, Cantara rolled into position between them and someone removed her blindfold.

  “Thank you,” she said in a prim voice that made them both smile. “I guess I needed that.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Hey, babe.” Raoul looked up from his computer screen the following morning and smiled at Cantara. “You okay?”

  She walked up behind him, wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her chin on the top of his head. “Just fine.”

  “I just got off the phone with Sanford. He’s delighted to hear you’ve regained your memory and wants us to take you into the hospital in Cheyenne tomorrow for some more tests.”

  Zeke grinned across at her. “I think he wants to write a paper for a medical journal on your symptoms, cause, and recovery. You should be charging him, darlin’, not the other way around.”

  “I’m just glad to have my life back.” She frowned. “Well kinda.”

  “I know what you mean, honey.” Raoul covered one of her hands, resting on his shoulder. “Until we get to the bottom of this Levi business, none of us will know peace. That’s what Zeke and I are looking at right now, but we just don’t get it.” Raoul threw down his pen in disgust. “How did Levi escape? Who’s helping him, and how come we can’t find out a goddamned thing about him? If we can’t, with all our resources, someone powerful must be protecting him.”

  “This calls for a fresh perspective. Let me see.”

  Raoul moved aside so she could sit in his chair and read from his computer what little they had been able to find out.

  “Three fucking years and we’re getting nowhere,” Zeke said in a disgruntled voice.

  “Perhaps he’s dead,” Cantara suggested.

  “Perhaps, but my gut says not,” Raoul replied, absently playing with a strand of her hair. “You sure you’re okay? No ill effects?”

  “Will you stop asking me that? I’ve told you the last dozen times you asked that I’m fine.” She paused. “Well, I would be if I could persuade you to do it again. Once isn’t enough when you haven’t had any for so long.”

  “You came twice,” Zeke pointed out, grinning.

  “That was last night. You guys didn’t used to settle for just one round.”

  “No running before you can walk, sweetheart,” Raoul reminded her. He lifted her from his chair, sat in it himself and settled her on his lap. “There, that’s better.”

  “Can’t argue with that,” she said, leaning her head against his shoulder.

  “Why don’t we try coming at this another way?” Zeke suggested.

  “What’s on your mind, bud?” Raoul asked.

  “Well, we have enough damned contacts in that part of the world. If someone
’s keeping him hidden, they must have a damned good reason. If we can figure out who…”

  Zeke was cut off by the sound of the intercom from the adjoining barn, occupied by Mark and Karl.

  “Sorry to interrupt.” Mark’s disembodied voice echoed through the speaker.

  “No problem,” Raoul replied. “What’s up?”

  “You’re not gonna believe this, but there’s a guy at the main gate who says you’ll want to see him.”

  “This guy got a name?” Zeke asked.

  “Yeah, that’s the thing.” Mark paused. “He says he’s David Levi.”

  Raoul, Zeke, and Cantara gaped at one another.

  “Seriously?” Raoul asked, recovering first.

  “Why now, of all times?” Cantara asked no one in particular. “It has to mean something.”

  “We’ve got him on the security camera,” Mark said.

  Zeke headed for the screen that…well, screened all would-be visitors to the ranch. Raoul looked over his shoulder as Zeke pulled up the appropriate angle.

  “Wadda you think?” Zeke asked. “Is that him?”

  “He’s lost weight, and he looks older,” Cantara said, peering between them to take a look. “But I’d say it was him.”

  “And he’s in the States. It was the last place we thought to look,” Raoul said. “No wonder we couldn’t find him. Okay, Mark. Go down to the gate, search him for weapons, and drive him back up here in your own vehicle. Let’s see what the jerk has to say for himself.”

  A terse silence reigned while they awaited the arrival of their uninvited guest. Raoul paced the length of the room, rubbing his chin in his cupped hand as he thought it through.

  “The guy’s got balls, coming here, I’ll give him that much,” Zeke said.

  “But why come now, of all times?” Raoul asked, repeating Cantara’s earlier question. “I just don’t get it.”

  “Calm down, Raoul,” Cantara said, taking his hand and dragging him back to his chair. “I’ve had my doubts about him all along, but one thing’s for sure, if he’s the guilty party, he wouldn’t risk coming here.”

  “Unless he’s fed up of being a fugitive, heard about your release, darlin’, and thinks he can talk us around to supporting him,” Zeke said, scowling.

  Raoul felt his hostility rising alone with his temper. “Good luck with that one,” he muttered.

  “Stop trying to second guess the poor guy and give him a chance to speak for himself,” Cantara admonished. “It could just be that he’s a victim in all of this, too.”

  “You wanna wait in the yellow room?” Raoul asked her. “This might get a little unpleasant.”

  “I don’t need protecting, but I do want to know what’s going on as much as you do. Besides, with me here you won’t be able to kill the guy.”

  “Don’t put money on it,” Zeke said in a glacial tone.

  They heard Mark in the entrance way and shortly after that he entered the great room with a man who, up close, was definitely Levi.

  “Thanks, Mark,” Zeke said.

  “Shout if you need us,” Mark replied, leaving them to it.

  Raoul and Zeke stood protectively in front of Cantara, legs apart, arms hanging loosely at their sides, prepared for trouble, even though Levi was a shadow of the man they had once known. He had lost weight, aged ten years, and his eyes had the fixed, haunted look of a man who never stopped looking over his shoulder.

  “I know what you think,” he said by way of introduction, “but it wasn’t me. I swear it on my children’s lives.”

  “Let’s all sit down and stop this posturing,” Cantara said.

  “I’m glad to see you looking well, Cantara,” Levi said.

  “You didn’t see her a month ago.” Zeke growled.

  “Okay,” Raoul said. “You’ve got our attention. Now explain why we should believe a fucking word that comes out of your lying mouth.”

  “Well, to start with, I had absolutely no reason to betray Cantara, or you guys, to say nothing of my country’s efforts to broker peace.”

  “You were having an affair,” Zeke replied. “Those e-mails they found on your personal computer prove it. There’s not much men in your position wouldn’t do to keep that secret.”

  “Those e-mails were planted.”

  “Well, of course you would say that,” Raoul said, heavy on the sarcasm.

  “Even if I was having an affair, do you think I’d be careless enough to leave the evidence where a first-year hacker could get at it? I’m way better with computers than that. It was such a clumsy plant it was almost laughable.” Raoul and Zeke exchanged a look. He had a point. “I love my wife and my kids and I wanted peace in our region as much as Cantara did. Why would I sabotage her efforts?”

  “You were set up?” Cantara said softly.

  “Yeah, I was set up all right.” He paused, looking angry and upset. “By the Americans.”

  Raoul and Zeke both protested.

  “How do you think I broke out of jail?” he asked, making quote marks with his fingers around the words broke out.

  Zeke aimed a lowering glare his way. “How did you?”

  “I have absolutely no idea.” He spread his hands and shrugged. “One minute I was in the exercise yard, being despised by my guards, the next I was on an American military plane, heading for the States. I have no recollection of how I got on it and can only assume I was given something to knock me out.”

  “And the guards just looked the other way?” Zeke asked skeptically.

  Levi shrugged. “I was told I was an embarrassment to Israel and they didn’t want what I’d done made public. So, I was being given a chance to live quietly in America but if I spoke out, or tried to contact my family, they would be killed and so would I.”

  “Who told you this?” Raoul asked.

  Levi shot them a disbelieving look. “Isn’t it obvious?”

  “Not to us,” Zeke replied.

  “Pool,” Levi said succinctly.

  “The colonel!” Cantara breathed.

  Raoul contained his own anger as he examined Levi’s face for any indication that he was lying. All he could see was an overwhelming desire to finally tell his side of the story. He’d interrogated enough people to know when they were being honest, and he sensed that Levi was playing it straight. How would he have gotten out of a top security Israeli military detention center otherwise? Raoul had often wondered about that. He either worked for very powerful people opposed to peace on the West Bank, or the US Military helped him escape.

  Raoul’s money was on the latter.

  “That bastard!” Zeke thumped the table with his clenched fist, clearly having reached the same conclusions as Raoul. “I knew there was a reason why I didn’t like the jerk.”

  Raoul scowled. “He was on the flight with you?”

  “Oh yeah. Was he ever.”

  “He did return stateside just after we escaped captivity,” Zeke said thoughtfully. “The timing fits.”

  “Pool arranged my new identity and got me job as an accountant in New Jersey, which is where I’ve been ever since.”

  “If this is true, why didn’t you get in touch with us before now?” Raoul asked.

  “Because I knew you wouldn’t believe me.” He shrugged. “I know how much the two of you cared for Cantara, how devastated you were by her death. Besides, I was scared shitless, for my family more than myself. But when I heard that a woman working for the Americans had been found in a house in Palestine, I recognized you guys from the news footage shot at Andrews and knew it must be Cantara. I also figured you’d be looking for answers.” He straightened his shoulders, looking more like the efficient adjutant they remembered. “I’m through with hiding, and can’t live any longer with my family thinking I’m a traitor. I know it’s asking a lot, but I need you to help me clear my name.”

  “We’ll do that,” Cantara said with alacrity. “Of course we will.”

  “What I don’t understand,” Zeke said, “is why Pool would
do such a thing. He’s an uptight prick but I never would have pegged him as a traitor.”

  “We’ve checked out his financials,” Raoul added. “These things are always about money, politics or sex. He lives within his means, has modest savings, and no dirty little secrets that we could unearth. His wife is dead. Died of cancer ten years ago. He doesn’t have a girlfriend and his only relatives are a married daughter and two grandkids.” He shrugged. “There’s nothing there. No reason on this earth why he would turn against his country.”

  “Have you looked into his adjutant?” Levi asked quietly.

  “No,” Raoul admitted. “You think Romney’s the guy?”

  Zeke scowled. “Even if he is, why would Pool clear up after him? I know it would make him look bad to have a traitor for an adjutant, but much as I dislike the man, I wouldn’t have thought he would let that stand in the way of his fucking duty.”

  Levi shared an intent look between the three of them. “Perhaps it has something to do with Romney being married to his daughter,” he said calmly.

  * * * *

  Utter astonishment greeted this statement. Cantara could tell any doubts Raoul and Zeke had harbored about Levi’s version of events dissipated at that moment. It would be easy enough to check up on Romney’s marital situation, so there was no point in Levi lying about it. She suspected her guys were feeling disadvantaged for not having made the connection themselves, but knew why they hadn’t. They’d been grieving for her, concentrating their anger on finding Levi, and hadn’t done more than a cursory check on Pool. They were usually way more efficient than that, but the strength of their feelings for her had affected their diligence.

  “I’ll get the guys digging into his background,” Zeke said, picking up the phone.