In MIB Custody [The Service Club 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

Lowell. By the Gods, she had been so busy partaking of the scrumptious treat of Zane’s dick that she managed to forget Lowell was there with him. He made his presence known right then by clamping his hands on her legs, spreading them further apart, and draping them over his shoulders.

Yes, please.

She didn’t say the words, couldn’t with Zane’s cock so perfectly filling her mouth, but she thought them over and over again.

Please put your mouth on my pussy. Please sink your tongue inside me. Fuck me with your tongue like Zane is fucking my mouth with his cock.

Lowell didn’t do any of those. Instead, she felt a cool liquid mix with her fiery juices that made her hips freeze on the table, and her mouth halted on Zane’s cock.

“Relax, darlin’.” Lowell’s heated whisper drifted over her as he parted the cheeks of her ass and spread the coolness between them. “You concentrate on your job and I’m gonna focus on mine.”

Her job. Sucking Zane’s cock. His job? Oh, dear God. His fingers gave explanation enough as he started working what her mind had now defined as a thick lubrication around her anus. The pad of his thumb pressed at her opening, massaging the outer rim until it began to open for him.

She felt it happening and was powerless to stop it. She didn’t want to stop it. Her body relaxed on its own accord as he eased the tip of his finger into her anus, wiggling and circling it to spread the lube inside her a fraction of an inch at a time.

She didn’t need a reminder of her job. A sizzling path erupted inside her, stretching from her ass to her mouth, and her lips created a suction on Zane’s cock that had him growling again.

“That’s it. Son of bitch, Dannie, keep it up.”

She felt it when his grip loosened and took immediate advantage, licking her way back to his bulbous cockhead and tucking her tongue against the underside. She pulled at his cock with her lips, let her teeth graze lightly along his shaft, and delighting in the raspy sounds it drew from his chest.

Lowell twisted his finger inside her ass, pulled it free, and another finger joined to work the gel in deeper. Her muscles burned as they stretched, the sensation teetering between pain and mind-numbing pleasure, and she wanted to plead with him to stop, to give her more, to do something to relieve the talons of confusion clawing through her body.

She made unintelligible sounds around Zane’s cock as she continued to suck it, relaxing her throat to swallow his full length, and struggling not to apply too much pressure as the pleasure of sucking his cock while being penetrated in the ass by Lowell’s fingers blinded her, the pain a burning craze that shouldn’t feel good, but somehow did.

Lowell’s fingers extended deep inside her ass, separating to enlarge the entrance as they circled and eased back only to pump inside her once more. The burn spread, her pussy leaking juices even as it convulsed for a penetration of its own. The intensity of it drove her to a crazed state of need. Her eyes filled as her clit begged and her hips jerked at the invasion of his fingers now pumping methodically into her rear.

“Christ, this is amazing,” Zane said through gritted teeth. His hand remained fisted in her hair, but he was allowing her head the movement she needed to feast on his dick as she chose.

“
This
is amazing,” Lowell countered as he added more coolness to the inferno he built in her ass, working more lube inside her, the grease making a squishing sound as he fingered her anus deeper and faster. “I’ve got two fingers in your tight little rear now, darlin’. Damn, I wish you could see this, man.”

“I don’t need to see it. I can feel what you’re doing to her in the way she is sucking my dick.”

Somehow, Danica managed to open her eyes. She slid her gaze up the hard planes of Zane’s body and saw his head had fallen back on his shoulders, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he obviously worked to swallow. Seeing such sheer pleasure and knowing she was the one giving it to him only drove her one step closer to that edge.

“I’m going to put the plug in now.” Lowell pulled his fingers from her anus before his words had a chance to make sense.

Plug?
Her heart stumbled and the first sliver of panic shimmered through her veins. Her body trembled, the mixed sensations now those of absence and a tortured denial for pleasure. The wickedly intimate touch he took from her left her wanting more,
needing
more.

“Careful not to bite his dick off when I do this, darlin’.”

Danica loosed her lips around Zane’s cock, but kept with the same sucking tempo she had settled into, taking his length deep and easing back, licking every inch of his spectacular dick. A wide cylindrical object pushed into her well-lubed anus, stealing her ability to breathe as the first onslaught of pain turned to an almost instant numbing pleasure.

It didn’t stop there. A mewling sound escaped her throat as Lowell pressed the object deeper still, filling her ass fit to bursting. It was pain. It was pleasure. It was madness.

“Let it feel good, darlin’.” Lowell’s tone dropped to a soothing baritone as he flattened a hand on her ass cheek and tenderly caressed his way to her inner thigh. His palm skimmed over her sodden, bare pussy and climbed her belly and abdomen.

Her legs, still draped over his shoulders, rose higher as he folded himself over her. Both of his hands were on her now, both gliding over her flesh to cover her breasts.

Fuck me!

She wanted to scream it, to beg for it, but couldn’t pull away from Zane’s cock. She whimpered instead, tormenting sounds escaping her throat that brought tears to her eyes. Sanity was a thing of the past. Needs ruled her body, the plug in her ass shifting as her legs moved on Lowell’s shoulders and delivering a mindless, painful pleasure that surely broke all barriers of torment.

Lowell’s thumbs and forefingers closed around her sensitized nipples and squeezed, igniting a new fire in her pussy that pulsed and exhausted all oxygen from between her legs. Inside her body, her channel wept as a razor-sharp orgasm nearly sliced home.

Zane growled. “Christ, I’m going to come.”

“So is she, aren’t you, darlin?”

Zane’s declaration and Lowell’s question barely reached her ears before she felt the first spurt of hot, thick juice inside her mouth. She moaned, her clit exploding in a tormented cry for a release she barely managed to hold at bay as the second spurt of Zane’s cum slid straight down her throat. Somewhere in the sexual delirium overtaking her mind, she knew neither man had given her permission to come. She angled her head to suck Zane’s length down again, drinking from him until his seed coated her throat and his cock started to soften between her lips, and was about to say to hell with permission when it was finally given.

“Come for us, darlin’.” Lowell punctuated his command by releasing his hold on one of her nipples to bend down and reach between her legs. He tapped the tip of the plug in her ass. “Now.”

Danica felt the plug dive a final fraction of an inch deeper at the same time he pulled the finger up to swipe the callused pad over her clit, and she erupted.

“What’s happening with the Diego Lorena case?”

Zane glanced briefly at Danica as he placed two soft tortillas on a plate and loaded them down with the fajita mixture, topping them with cheese and a dab of hot sauce. She stood at the table with one foot resting on the seat of a chair. She had refused to sit with the plug in her ass and neither him nor Lowell had argued the point. Zane figured her current stance probably gave the plug a bit more room and eased the pressure in her ass.

“It’s under control.” Lowell pulled three bottled diet sodas from the refrigerator, turning at the same time Zane did to head to the table. He snarled at the twelve-ounce bottles he set out for each of them. “I hate Diet Coke.”

Danica did a horrible job at stifling a giggle. “It’s Coke Zero, and there’s always water or milk if you would prefer that.”

The expression on Lowell’s face turned so pained Zane nearly laughed. “What I would prefer is a beer, but you don’t seem to have that in the fridge either.”

“Nope, but there’s a nice bottle of zinfandel chilling on the bottom shelf in the door.”

“Zinfandel is perfect with chicken fajitas.” Zane set her plate on the table in front of the chair she continued to use as a foot prop. “Would you rather have a glass of that than the Coke?”

“Yes, please.” She turned her smile on Lowell. “You should try some, too. Broaden your taste buds. I would’ve thought living in Tampa the last few years would’ve taken some of the country boy out of you.”

“You thought wrong, darlin’.” Lowell spun on his heel and headed for the stove to make his plate. “Fix me a glass of that crap anyway, will you, Zane? Anything’s gotta be better than that diet shit I put on the table.”

Zane saw Danica grin as he moved to the refrigerator, pulled out the bottle of wine, and set to pouring the three glasses. Hell, the way she looked right now, standing there with her foot propped on the chair, every amazing curve on bare display, he would rather drink her in than the priciest bottle of any flavor wine.

“Should I take
under control
to mean the feds have taken Diego Lorena into custody?”

Zane gathered the three glasses and carried them to the table, setting down two and holding the third out for her. “Not yet. At least, not when we reported in last.”

Danica took the glass, brought it to her lips, and held his gaze. “But that’s why you’re really in town, isn’t it?”

“Partly.” Zane pulled out a chair, sat, and sipped from his glass. “We spent some time with Chelsea Landon and the Chandler twins this afternoon. The statement she gave us, the information she has on her ex’s dealings with Lorena combined with what the bureau has already gathered on the man is likely to give us what we need to bring him in on several different charges.”

Danica bent at the waist and carefully picked up one of the chicken fajitas Zane had put on her plate. “Now what?” She bit into the fajita as she straightened and sauce dripped out of the end of the tortilla to trickle down her chest between her breasts.

Zane’s first impulse was to stand up and lick the sauce from her flesh. His taste buds zinged at the idea. All this waiting and teasing was driving him freaking nuts. He wanted to lick his way over every curve as he settled himself between her legs and readied his cock to enter her sweetly wet pussy. Pushing inside her while the plug remained in her ass would be enough to drive him over the edge. It would be a tight fit, tighter even when Lowell finally took her ass the way he intended. Zane couldn’t wait to hear their woman panting and crying out as the rapturous wave of sensations overtook her.

The response he gave her, however, was a quizzical look. “What do you mean?”

She frowned. “I mean, what happens next? You got what you came to town for, right?”

“We’re still workin’ on that, darlin’.” Lowell joined them at the table, taking the seat opposite Zane.

“Officially, you’re done.” Danica picked up her fajita again and polished it off as she continued to speak. “Donnie Masino is dead, and the FBI has agents all over Lorena’s tail in Miami. So, unofficially, how long I can expect my life to be out of whack before the two of you hop in your rental car and head back to Tampa?”

A muscle ticked in Lowell’s jaw. Zane knew his friend caught the implication of Danica’s words as easily as he did. She expected them to go, maybe even wanted them to. They had been in town less than twenty-four hours and had taken control of her time, upending the routines Zane knew she lived by.

Zane waited for Lowell to respond. Best to keep his own mouth shut on this one. They hadn’t fully discussed what they planned to do once they hit town beyond claiming the woman they both loved. They couldn’t stay here. They were both expected back in Tampa as soon as they finished their official business here, business their superior already knew they had completed seeing as how Lowell had reported in just after they got Chelsea Landon’s statement that afternoon.

He shifted his gaze to Danica, caught the spark of challenge in her cobalt eyes, and realized she was baiting Lowell. The little minx had her nerve. Zane gave her that. He bit back a grin. She knew they couldn’t stay long, and she was using that knowledge to let them know she might be giving in tonight, but she fully intended to go back to her normally scheduled program as soon as they left town.

“You can expect us to be here a few hours, a few days, a few weeks...” Lowell picked up his wineglass and studied Danica over the rim. “Maybe forever.”

Zane’s jaw nearly hit the table. Lowell’s answer shocked the hell out of him. Not that he didn’t want to spend forever with Danica. His gut twisted in a knot that encompassed his heart at the thought of having to leave her. He could easily see himself giving up everything as long as he got to hold onto her forever. He knew Lowell would do it, too. But what if having them forever wasn’t what she wanted?

Lowell’s response obviously surprised Danica, too, if the slight widening of her eyes showed any indication. She recovered quickly enough. She flashed Lowell a radiant smile that made Zane’s cock dance in his sweats and pulled her foot from the seat of the chair.

“You know this town, Lowell, but it isn’t yours anymore. You won’t stay anymore than you would have five years ago.”