Spy Games: Birthday Games (7 page)

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Jake reclined on the bed, watching Kate sneak glances at them as she moved around the wet bar area. She finally sighed and picked up her phone, attending to the annoying chirping noise the thing was making.

“I know I usually wait for debriefing at the office, but your room is secure, yes?” Chase asked in Russian.

“Secure,” Jake confirmed in Russian. He didn’t want to go here, not now, not when he had no clue what to feel about anything. His nerves still sang with desire for Kate, yet his mind went to Tia, comparing her exotic, curvy beauty to Kate’s wholesome blonde bombshell physique. Then there was this whole Charlotte thing, the fear and dread tossed into the mixture.

Jake cleared his throat. “Yeah, you were right. That cell is active.”

“Fuck.”

“I have enough proof.” Photos and a few well-placed bugs had gotten him plenty of conversation. “They don’t know where he is, though. He’s still underground and sending them a courier at some point.”

“London?”

Jake nodded. “Dubai was a red herring.”

Chase sighed and nodded, watching his wife out of hooded eyes. Kate was checking her phone, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip. “God, she’s beautiful. I could watch her for hours. Hell, I have.”

Jake knew Chase well. It wasn’t her lithe body that turned him on. Even though she was standing there, naked, she was obviously figuring something out as she studied her phone. The imaginary wheels in her brain were turning at Mach speed, her brow furrowed as she concentrated. That’s what Chase loved—her quick, genius mind.

She glanced up, saw them staring, and smiled. “Sorry, IT has a question.”

Kate went back to being pensive, her spooky-smart mind probably buzzing a zillion miles an hour. Jake glanced at Chase, jealous as hell. “Yes, she is. Beautiful. You’re damned lucky, buddy. Don’t forget it.”

“She tends not to let me forget.” Chase sighed, and it wasn’t a content one. “Have you ever wished we weren’t…us?”

“Friends?”

“Spies.”

Jake nodded, disturbed. Chase worried constantly about Kate, and now Charlotte. But he’d never voiced wanting something different. “All the time. You know I want to open a bar on a beach, on some tropical island, and lure inebriated women to my hut all day, all night.”

Chase snorted. “You want to live on your farm and ride that damned horse all day.”

Jake grinned. “You got me.”

Chase glanced over at Kate again. “I worry. Being her boss…her husband… I don’t know if I can be both and not hurt her again.”

“You just need to chill more.” Jake shifted in the bed, stretching. “But you also have me to keep her safe out there in the big, bad world. So maybe you’re worrying for nothing.”

Jake knew Chase wasn’t, though. Their world was filled with deceit and danger, and none of it boded well for a marriage, especially with someone as tightly wound as Chase. Jake wanted them to work. More than anything, despite the odd sensations that swirled in his gut when he stared at Kate too long.

Chase swallowed. “I want to wrap her in bubble wrap.”

“God, that could be kinky. You know I love bubble wrap. You’d grope her boobs, she’d snap and crackle. You’d fuck her, and she’d pop like popcorn.” Chase snorted, and Jake grinned. “If you want your marriage to work, don’t wrap her in bubble wrap and send her out with me, okay? I would cross the line and fuck her, just to hear her pop.”

“Thanks for the warning.”

“That’s enough Russian for one night.” Kate appeared at the edge of the bed, water in hand. “What are you discussing?”

“Bubble wrap,” Jake said, taking the water she offered. “Bought myself some last week. You know I live for it.”

“Bubble wrap? In Russian? Okay.” She handed Chase a bottle of water, too, and sat at the edge of the bed. “I’m going to need to learn Russian next if I want to know what’s going on around here.”

Chase narrowed his eyes, and Jake feared boss mode would turn up full-force, uninvited. “The only thing you need to know is what we expect of you.”

“And that is?”

“Birthday boy has needs still.”

God, Jake loved her eyes, a deep blue that echoed the sky after a storm. Those eyes sparkled with amusement as she perused his body, taking stock of the semi poking from his groin. He seemed like he lived almost hard between Kate and Tia. Damn, he had to stop going there.

There was nothing submissive about that smile, either. It was all seduction and lust. “What shall I do about those needs, Husband? Sir?”

“He deserves to be tortured, too. Ride him.”

Jake snapped his gaze to Chase’s, a little worried. “Ride? I’m good fucking her ass. She can ride you.” Face to face, skin on skin…he wasn’t sure that was a good idea right now. Not with weird feelings floating around in his gutter brain.

“Afraid you can’t take the heat?”

Yes
. “I like to drive.”

Chase shook his head and rolled his eyes. “You let women on top. You’re a fucking slacker. If you could just lie there all day and have women service you, you would.”

Yeah, he was a whore that way. “I’m afraid you’ll squish me.”

“Big baby. Just because you all piled on me last time and plastered my ribs to my spine—”

“Do I get a say?” Kate stood with her arms crossed over her chest, a condom packet between her fingers.

“No,” they said at the same time, and Jake had to laugh. He was being stupid about this. It was just a threesome, something he’d done a zillion times before with Chase. It didn’t matter where he took Kate, front or back. She belonged to Chase, and Jake loved her, like a second cousin he’d fuck senseless. Never marry, even if she loved him more than Chase. He’d never go anywhere near there again, not when the gift of love could be taken away so easily. Quickly.

“Kate, darlin’, come ride me, and you can suck Chase until he’s ready to play, too.” An idea popped into Jake’s brain, courtesy of the gutter, and he added, “Ride me in reverse.” He liked that. Staring at Kate’s firm ass would be much safer than feeling her skin on his.

“Reverse?” Her brow furrowed, and she chucked him the condom. He sheathed himself, and she straddled him so she faced his feet, his cock brushing her bare pussy lips. He went from hard to diamond-hard in a heartbeat, his pulse kicking up two notches.

“Not very adventuresome, are you guys.” He slapped Kate on the ass, just for good measure.

She flinched and glared over her shoulder. “Okay, I’m sick of the ass slapping.”

“Not at all submissive, woman.”

“Fuck you, not adventuresome,” Chase added. “Just because I don’t let random, European women shove their fingers up my ass doesn’t mean I’m not adventuresome.” Chase frowned at the bed, and then his wife. “This isn’t going to work.”

“She wasn’t random.” And actually, he’d lied. He couldn’t even remember which woman had introduced him to the joys of anal exploration, but she was as American as he was. Kate didn’t need to know any of that. He was even more of a whore than Chase. Jake craned his neck to glance around Kate. “Yeah, huh, she’s too high. Hop off, darlin’.”

Kate hopped off, and Jake went to the end of the bed and lay on the bench with his feet on the bed, his ass at the very end. Chase would fit between his legs, and Kate should be just at the right height. Damn Chase for being taller.

Chase steadied Kate as she straddled Jake’s hips again, and he sucked in a deep breath. Jake closed his eyes as she angled his erection against her damp heat. He willed his mind to picture someone else, anyone else…Tia. God, she’d be just as hot, just as tight, only she probably wouldn’t give him the time of day again. The last time they’d been together, Chase had 911’d him to the airport because Charlotte needed backup.

Jake had barely had time to undo the restraints, kiss her sweet mouth, and run, since he’d taken the bike instead of his truck and didn’t have his emergency flight bag with him. As it was, he’d almost missed his flight. He hadn’t had time to linger, to bring Tia to the orgasm she deserved, and he felt like shit about it. He’d texted to say he was sorry but hadn’t heard from her. No doubt she was deep undercover somewhere.

But it was his birthday, and he didn’t have to think about that now. He flexed his hips, inching himself deeper into Kate, loving how her cunt clenched him on the out stroke, tight and hot. He opened one eye. Chase was kissing her, his hands in her blonde hair, tugging, his fingers sinking to her scalp. She moaned into Chase’s mouth, the sound sexy as hell, the motion of her grinding her pubic bone on his balls almost too much.

In that moment, Jake felt…alone. Yeah, he was second. They were married for Christ’s sake. But that electric current that seemed to surround the two swirled, the energy fierce, intense. One of Chase’s hands disappeared from her head to sandwich between them, and from the flood of juices he felt around his cock, Jake would bet his favorite gun that Chase had pinched one of Kate’s nipples. She squirmed on Jake’s dick, forcing him in harder. But Jake sensed she was only going through the motions of fucking him. She was really fucking Chase. Always Chase.

His buddy pulled away from his wife, his eyes heavily lidded with desire. He dropped a kiss to her lips and met Jake’s gaze over her shoulder. “You ready?”

“Yeah.” Jake swallowed, heart hammering, wanting more of her, hoping to hell this odd desire was for that special bond he felt with Chase when they did this. He loved fucking a woman with Chase, loved the contact, loved how they worked together to bring her to orgasm. “Can you do it here?”

“No, move up to the bed.” Chase helped Kate up, her pussy making a wet noise as she lifted from him.

Jake swung off the bench. He plopped down on his back on the mattress, plumping the pillows, and waited. Kate crawled up his body, a devilish grin on her lips as she nipped and bit her way up his belly, her teeth tugging first one nipple, then the other. Oh, not good to watch, not when he felt weird.

Instead, Jake met Chase’s gaze over her shoulder and nodded. Jake would enter her first, then Chase would take her from behind. Why the hell was he so nervous all of a sudden? He’d played hostess a ton of times. This would be even better.

“You ready, darlin’?” Jake asked when she settled on his lap, her breasts brushing his chest. She braced herself on one hand beside his forearm, using the other to slide him home in her eager heat.

They moaned at the same time as she impaled herself on the length of Jake’s cock. God, it felt so good, sinful. So right when it was all wrong, fucking his best friend’s wife when Chase was right there, waiting for Kate to settle.

There was a time in his life, long ago, when this was as far from what he imagined his birthday celebration would be. He’d lost his virginity on his sixteenth birthday, giving it to his equally virgin girlfriend. His soul mate. God, so innocent, and now at thirty-five, he was fucking his best friend’s wife and hoping to hell he didn’t love her.

No.
Jake froze as Kate slid her arms around his shoulders and pressed her breasts hard into his chest.
No.
His breathing accelerated, not because he was horny as hell, either.
Please, no.

“Happy birthday, Jake,” she whispered in his ear. The space in her pelvis grew incredibly tighter, hotter, more fucking incredible as Chase worked his way into her ass. Jake could feel his length through the thin membrane of flesh and muscle that separated them. “We’re going to blow your mind.”

Jake’s mind was already blown. He closed his eyes tight and flexed his hips, letting lust and ritual take over, not trusting himself to take the lead on this one. Chase did the work, pumping into her ass, sliding her up Jake’s cock and then down again, the motion sinful, the tight, wet heat way too much.

Distractions. He needed many of them, to take his mind somewhere safe. Jake focused on the salt of his sweat, listened to Chase breathe, ignored Kate’s pants and mewls, her gentle, floral scent. His hips knew what to do, gyrating, flexing, getting himself deeper. His hands wanted to hold her, oh, he wanted to hold her and press her tighter. He wanted to love her.

No.

Yeah, he did. Her pussy clenched around his cock, spasming, the wetness flooding his shaft. He wanted her to come, for him. He wanted her to scream his name, not Chase’s.

“She’s ready, Chase. Tell her to come.” Jake forced the words between his lips, between his teeth, knowing Chase would think he was right on the edge, ready to shatter himself. She wasn’t his to command.

“Love, come for us,” Chase coaxed, pistoning faster, his fingers biting into Kate’s hips. Jake focused on Chase for a moment, fucking his wife like a man possessed. Did he even know he pumped her in time to the music in the background? Jake doubted it. All Jake knew was he felt trapped, the walls of his generous room closing in, pressing his friends closer to his reluctant body.

Kate shuddered, her pussy quivering around Jake’s dick, the spasms squeezing him python-hard. Jake brought his shaking hands up and held her. No way he could stop himself if he wanted. Lust drove him closer to orgasm, his balls tight to his body, the veins in his shaft throbbing.

He closed his eyes and drove into her, once, twice, and allowed the mind-blowing bliss to take him. His skin tingled as a zillion stars exploded behind his eyes, white, pounding light that matched the aching in his cock. His toes curled, his calves cramped, and damned if the condom didn’t feel near to bursting deep inside her.

“Jesus, Kate,” Chase whispered as he stretched out over her back, nibbling her neck. “I don’t think you’ve ever come that hard before. Your ass was like a vise. Man, Jake, I’m surprised she didn’t squeeze your dick off.”

“It’s still there.” Jake kissed Kate’s cheek when she lifted her head to meet his gaze. “You were amazing, honey.”

“Thank you.” She smiled like a cat who’d had too much cream and slipped from Jake’s body, turning to Chase for his approval. As she should have, damn it. But it hurt when Chase kissed her lips, murmuring to her, his hands in her hair, her lithe form pulled tight to his harder form. He tugged her down, and they snuggled against Jake, Chase’s hand ruffling Jake’s hair as he’d done countless times before.