Gone

by Annabel Wolfe

  She just let them tie her up.

  Legs open, her nude body at their disposal, and she was wickedly wet. Nicole could feel the heat between her legs and she wasn’t fooling either of them. Jack stood and ripped off his shirt but not before he’d run his fingers over her clit. “Uhm, nice to know I’m welcome,” he said as he unfastened his pants, his gaze holding hers. “Because I really want to come home.”

  When he stepped out of his pants he was magnificently aroused, swollen and impressive. He glanced at Eric, who was also taking off his clothes. “What do you think…did you bring the honey?”

  “I remember our conversation earlier.”

  She had no idea what they were talking about until Eric disappeared for a minute and came back with a bottle. He flipped up the lid and began to drizzle the warm substance in a sensuous stream over her breasts, down her stomach, then also between her legs.

  That sensation alone was enough, but they both started to lick it off. The world began to blur. Eric’s tongue at her breasts and Jack lightly licking between her legs…

  Nicole arched and moaned and strained at the bonds, mostly because she wanted to touch both men, not in actual resistance. Jack wasn’t shy about teasing her—every single time she was close to orgasm he backed off.

  “The honey is sweet but I must be a purist since I like just plain Nicole better,” he murmured against her thigh. “My favorite flavor in the world.”

  She said in a choked voice, “Oh God…please.”

  He slid a finger inside her and her inner muscles clenched. “Wet and hot. Nice.”

  “Jack,” she said on a desperate pant.

  “Yes, ma’am. I think I know what you want.”

  He tongued her clitoris again just as he took his wet finger and lightly toyed with her anus, penetrating just a little. The dual sensation was enough to send her off the planet. At the same time Eric took both her breasts in his hands and squeezed lightly, his thumbs teasing her nipples.

  The world shattered. Fractured. Tipped sideways. The pleasure was so intense Nicole was certain her body would not stop trembling for a millennium. Every bit of air left her lungs and she was sure the primal scream she heard had come from her.

  It took more than a moment for the world to come back into focus.

  Someone smoothed her hair and she finally looked up into Eric’s amused eyes. He looked wonderful with his blond hair tousled and his wide shoulders bare. The weight of his body was pleasant and warm, but he kept it perfectly balanced. “I gather you liked that. Okay?”

  He was poised above her, and she could feel the press of his erection against her thigh. “I don’t even know my own name,” she said weakly.

  “Mind if I do this?” He shifted between her thighs and pushed sleekly inside her, inch by slow inch.

  It felt…wonderful. She moaned. “I can’t. Not again so soon.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Oh.” It came out as a gasp. The sensation of his penetration was an entirely different feeling, the hard length of his cock completely filling her.

  “Is that a yes or a no?” He withdrew almost all the way and then pushed back in again, the glide sending interesting tingles up her spine. “You do realize you have no choice, right?”

  It surprised her the bondage fantasy was sexy, but then again, she completely trusted them both, so…

  “Usually I can tell when you want it hard and fast or slow and gentle by the pressure of your hands on my back.” Eric nuzzled her throat. “But I’m going to have to guess, aren’t I? Unless you tell me. Do you want me to make love to you, or do you want to be fucked?”

  Since he was never crude, the shock value of his words alone was somehow arousing and she hardly needed that. His chest brushed the aching tips of her breasts, and she made an inarticulate sound at the pulsing sensation building. “Faster,” she managed to get out.

  Jack murmured in the background, “I think she chose the latter.”

  Eric kissed her. Hard, with passion and desire and a hint of domination that she hadn’t known he possessed. His thrusts became more insistent and rapid, and maybe she was the one tied to the bed, but as she got closer to the brink, it was easy to see he was starting to lose control, which was unusual.

  “Nikki.” It came out as a plea, and if she could have resisted just to punish him a little she might have. But it was too late, her body had other ideas, and she started to climax, swirling into the vortex with a small cry. Above her Eric stilled, his tall body rigid, eyes shut, until he relaxed on top of her and said inelegantly, “Holy shit.”

  “Untie me.”

  There was absolutely no equivocation in Nicole’s voice and Jack recognized an order when he heard one. Almost—almost—he replied yes, ma’am but thought better of it and instead loosened the bonds around her wrists first and let Eric untie her ankles.

  She sat up in a flurry of blond hair, her body flushed a delectable pink, battle in her eyes. “I hope you two enjoyed your little game but this happens to be my bedroom.”

  Uh-oh.

  His throbbing cock aside, Jack was wary of that tone but he was reckless by nature or he wouldn’t do what he did for a living. Unwisely, he said, “You enjoyed our little game, sweetheart.”

  Damn if she wasn’t the most beautiful, sexy woman he’d ever seen. A modern goddess with natural shapely breasts and an inherent beauty that wasn’t just physical.

  She turned to Eric, still on her knees on the disheveled bed. “Tie him up.”

  Jack reclined. “You don’t need him. Tie me up yourself.”

  “Oh really?”

  “Be careful. That offer has just been accepted, Templeton.” Eric’s voice was definitely full of amusement and he moved off the bed to sit in the chair by the dresser. “This should be entertaining.”

  “Go ahead,” Jack urged her, on his back, his rampant erection high against his stomach, putting his arms above his head in the right position. “Tie me up and have your way with me. It isn’t exactly a secret I’m pretty enthusiastic about the idea.”

  Her skin glistened both from the honey—though they’d done a pretty thorough job of removing it—and the gloss of perspiration from sexual satisfaction. He found it amusing how she went to work on tying him to the bed, because she was so generous with the play in the bonds, he could just jerk free at any moment, but it wasn’t like she needed to know that.

  Besides, he got to watch the sway of her breasts as she worked, and that alone was worth lying submissive and quiet.

  He was intrigued to see what manner of revenge she was going to mete out. He’d kind of figured, knowing Nicole, she was going to get even for the way he’d toyed with her, almost making her come and then stopping, but then again, he was pretty sure that had been quite an orgasm when he’d finally taken her the distance.

  When she’d tied the last knot, he lifted his brows. “Okay, I’m your prisoner. Do your worst.”

  “Careful.” She crawled on top of him in a sensuous movement. Her mouth hovered above his but she didn’t kiss him, just looked him in the eyes. Her hair spilled over her shoulders and he could smell the fragrance of her shampoo. “Do you really think it is wise to taunt me?”

  “No,” he admitted. “But I am curious as hell to find out what comes next.”

  She licked his lower lip. Just a brush of her tongue. “I could, I suppose, take you inside me and give you exactly what you seem to want.”

  “Sounds like a perfect plan.” His voice was hoarse. Already he was thinking of breaking free and tumbling her over, driving inside her just the way he knew she liked.

  Breathe.

  She reached between their bodies and her fingers curled—just slightly—around his rock-hard cock. “Or I could suck on this for a little bit, just, you know, to get you more interested.”

  “It is impossible to get me more interested.” He was telling the truth. It was a challenge not to ejaculate at just the pressure of her touch, but then again he’d tasted and touched her
and watched her make love with Eric, and he was really ready to go.

  If she put her mouth on him…

  She did. Nicole slid downward and held his gaze for a moment before she licked the tip of his penis.

  His entire body jerked and his breath went out in a low hiss. “Jesus.”

  Eric murmured, “You’re lost now, buddy.”

  “Hmm.” She stroked his balls and he twitched again. “I can see the appeal of this. I think I like you helpless.”

  He’d broken out of a military bunker in a country where they would have happily slit his throat if he’d been caught, not to mention been on countless other rescue missions. So the silk ribbons with the little bows she’d tied did not make him helpless, but if she wanted to think so he’d let her if she just touched him again.

  The ruse was worth it because it happened. In fact, she took the entire tip of his cock into her mouth and started to give him the blowjob of his life.

  Drowning in sensation, Jack wasn’t sure if the warm feel of her mouth was more erotic or the sight of her with her blond hair spilled over his thighs. Either way, he was sure he couldn’t last long and wondered if he should warn her…

  Then she stopped.

  A chest-deep groan erupted from his throat. “God, Nikki.”

  “If I were a vindictive woman,” she informed him as she wiggled forward, her breasts moving enticingly with the motion. “I’d just leave the room right now. I’m all sticky. I need a shower.”

  “But?” He could barely speak.

  “But I love you.” She took his rigid length in her hand and started to lower her body, sheathing him in her wet heat. “So I’ve decided to be generous.”

  Jack thrust up, he couldn’t help it, and then he was out of control, which he expected would give her the satisfaction she wanted as he ejaculated with a force that might just have made his heart stop beating, pumping his release into her receptive body. He didn’t even realize he’d torn free of the bonds until his arms came around her. “I love you,” he whispered. “You can’t imagine how much I love you.”

  Sprawled on his chest, she whispered back, “Yes, I can imagine it.”

  Eric’s voice was quiet. “I think all three of us can imagine it.”

  Epilogue

  The house was quiet when he walked through the door, and Peter froze for one telling second until he heard a familiar gurgle and the sound of his wife’s voice coming from the baby’s room.

  Relief washed over him, and he wondered how long it would be before he took for granted Kathy and his son would be there, waiting for him.

  Never, he decided, setting down his bag. He would never take them for granted.

  She would have heard him disarm the alarm, so he wasn’t worried he’d startle her as he strolled into the room a few seconds later, smiling at the sight of her sitting in the antique rocker that had been his special gift. Her blouse was undone and a look of exasperation on her face, the baby in her arms. She said, “He fell asleep right in the middle of nursing. As a man you are not going to quite understand this, but there is some measure of discomfort in having one still very full breast.”

  He laughed. “Hello to you too, darling. Sorry I’m late but my flight from Washington was delayed by storms all along the East Coast. Here, let me take him and you can go express the milk so I can help with the night feedings.”

  She was beyond beautiful with her new voluptuousness brought on by motherhood. She’d been built like a runway model when he’d met her, tall and slinky, but he liked her this way, generously rounded still from the pregnancy, her breasts lush and full, though currently his son seemed to be monopolizing them.

  That was fine with him since she’d had a relatively easy delivery and they shared a healthy child. That was all that mattered in the world.

  “Be careful of your uniform,” she warned as she handed him the baby. “Keep in mind he just ate.”

  Peter kissed the top of his head. Little Ryan James Hanes had Kathy’s dark hair and quite a lot of it. He smelled like milk and baby lotion. “My uniform can be cleaned. I like to live dangerously.”

  “I happen to know that about you, Colonel.” His wife stood, her blouse still enticingly open and he couldn’t help but look, giving her a wink.

  “I like the view.”

  “Glad you approve.” Her voice altered significantly. “How long?” She asked it quietly.

  He knew what she meant. How long before you leave us alone again maybe for weeks, like this time, maybe for months…do you even know?

  The picture he had in head of this moment was something akin to a candlelit dinner and roses and champagne, but the poignant look on her face made him wanted him to tell her right this second…

  “I retired.”

  “What?” She stood there, staring at him incredulously. “You can’t mean it. You love your job…you didn’t.”

  His son made a small sound, a baby sigh, and his eyelids fluttered a fraction. Peter said quietly, “I’ve put in my twenty years of service to my country. I have a family now and I’ve been offered a job working for a private company that handles military contracts that is based right here in Indianapolis. So the paperwork is already being processed. I hope you don’t mind, but you’re stuck with me on a permanent basis.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Are you happy?”

  His entire world hung on her answer.

  Her eyes filled with tears but she seemed to cry so easily right now…

  “Oh, Peter.” She came and slid her arms around his waist, resting her head against his free shoulder. “I wouldn’t have asked it of you. Not ever.”

  “I know. I wanted to do it. Like with any meaningful strategy I weighed the potential losses and gains and it really was a simple decision.”

  Her laugh was a tearful hiccup against his lapel. “Your home is not a war zone, Colonel.”

  “No,” he answered with a quiet inner joy. “It is our home.”

  The elopement was actually a brilliant idea.

  Jack was enthusiastic the moment she suggested it, of course, for he liked everything done with expedience but was also pragmatic enough to point out if he was the best man in a traditional wedding, he might be the recipent of a lot of sympathetic looks, and it wasn’t his idea of a good time.

  Nicole’s idea wasn’t entirely selfless either. Being the blushing bride was a dream in some ways, but if they did it like this, she’d be more able to freely share one of the most important days of her life with the two people she loved the most. It was doubtful her mother would be happy about it, but it just could be easier for all three of them.

  And, of course, when the judge said “you may kiss the bride”, in his usual audacious fashion, Jack stepped past Eric, hauled her into his arms and kissed her quite thoroughly, which amused everyone, including her new husband.

  Lifting his head, Jack said with mock apology, “Oh yeah, you probably meant him, but given permission by an authority figure… I’m too used to taking orders, I guess.”

  The judge chuckled. “May the best man win takes on a whole new slant.”

  Eric shouldered him aside with a grin. “May I?”

  Nicole lifted her face to his kiss also, his mouth warm and gentle but somehow just as insistent.

  And it was done.

  They were married. And she didn’t just mean her and Eric.

  The moment when Jack handed the ring to Eric might have been the most moving in her life.

  As they walked out of the courthouse, Jack squinted down the street. “There’s that little bar down there that has great hot wings. Remember it? I’m dying for a beer.”

  “My dress,” she pointed out with admirable control, “is white.”

  Eric laughed. “I think he’s joking. I made reservations already at a very nice restaurant and he knows it.”

  “I joke now and then. It is part of my charm.” Jack put his arm around her waist and kissed her temple, but his eyes were serious.


  “You have charm? Since when?” She was laughing when she said it though as they walked down the steps.

  “Hey,” he replied in feigned affront.

  “Shouldn’t I carry you to the car or something?” Eric picked her up once they gained the sidewalk. “Jack always gets to be the dramatic one. Where the hell are we parked?”

  Several people passing the courthouse exploded into applause.

  Nicole just smiled and looped her arm around his neck. “You needn’t be too conventional, just for me.”

  The two men in her life exchanged a glance.

  “Yes, I know,” she said, laughing again. “No worries there, right?”

  About the Author

  Whether it is historical, futuristic, or contemporary, Annabel Wolfe loves to write about independent heroes and heroines and their often unconventional love stories. She also is national bestselling historical author Emma Wildes and suspense author Kate Watterson. Visit her at www.annabelwolfe.com and feel free to contact her as she loves to hear from readers! She lives by a lovely lake in the Midwest with her husband and a very handsome but opinionated cat named Poot.

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  © 2011 Kate Watterson

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