Tickle His Fancy: Trident Security Book 6 (Trident Security Series) (24 page)

A round of good night wishes filled the air as Brody tucked
her into his side. She wrapped her arm around his waist. “Where are we going?”

“A place where I can make you cum and not worry about my
parents overhearing us.”

She gaped at his boyish grin and teased, “Oh, really? Is this
a place you took your high school sweetheart when she was letting you do those
three sexual positions with her?”

“Oh, you remember that,
huh
? Well, there’s nothing to
worry about. That was in my dad’s old Cadillac, which went to the junkyard
after my brother, Brian, blew up the engine during his senior year in high
school. I’ve never taken any women up here, although I can’t say the same for
my brothers.”

He was walking them toward one of the many barns on the
property, but this one was an old, traditional, red building that she always
thought all barns looked like. It was smaller than the other structures on the
farm, however it still had a large square footage. Fancy could smell the fresh
hay as soon as they entered. Brody flipped a switch, and a dim light came on,
just enough for them to see by. “This is where we bring the mares when they’re
about to foal so we can keep an eye on them. The rest of the year, it’s mainly
for hay, storage, and tack.” Grabbing a blanket from a stack of them on a
shelf, he stopped next to a wooden ladder leading up into the loft. “Go on up.
I’ll be right behind you staring at your gorgeous ass, trying hard not to take
a bite out of it.”

Fancy shook her head at him and took hold of the ladder to
start her ascent. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Yup. So my mother has told me many times over the years.”

When she reached the loft, Fancy climbed over the last rung
of the ladder, and sure enough, Brody was right behind her. There were quite a
few bales of hay, and he made fast work of making a bed with the blanket behind
several of them. If someone came into the barn for some stupid reason this late
at night, the couple would be completely hidden.

Pulling her close, Brody crushed his lips to hers. Her body
was flush against his and there was no missing how much he wanted her right
now. Without ending the kiss, he lowered her to the makeshift bed and covered
her body with his own. They went from zero to eighty in seconds. Her hands
fumbled with the buttons of his cowboy shirt, then took care of his belt
buckle, and the snap and zipper of his jeans, while he quickly got rid of her
clothes. It wasn’t long before they were both naked.

When Brody reached for his discarded jeans to find a condom,
she stopped him. “We don’t need that.”

Stunned, he stared at her. “Are you sure, sweetness? You have
to know by now I plan on putting a ring on that finger of yours and having as
many babies as we can, but I don’t want to rush you.”

She wasn’t sure if she would ever get used to him putting her
before his wants and needs. Every woman deserved to have a man like him in
their lives and she felt sorry for the ones who hadn’t found theirs yet.
“You’re it for me, Brody…Master. I want to be your wife, your sub, and the
mother of your children. And if it’s okay with you, we can start trying right
now. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

His response was in his actions as he made slow, passionate
love to her before rocking her world hard and fast. Fancy really hoped they
were far enough from the main house and the ranch hands’ bunkhouse because he’d
made her scream several times before he found his own release.

As they lay nude in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Brody
found his pants once again and reached into the front pocket. He pulled out a
small velvet pouch. “I figured you would have noticed the bulge of a box in my
jeans, so I’ve been carrying around this little sack, waiting for the right
moment.” From the pouch, emerged the most gorgeous engagement ring she’d ever seen,
and she gasped at the sight. The oval diamond was surrounded by ruby baguettes
set in white gold to match her formal collar. Taking her left hand, Brody
slipped the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit. “You’re all mine,
Fancy-girl. Marry me.”

Waiting in his office for Foster and McCabe, Ian studied the
picture of the latest missing submissive. The serial killer had apparently
struck again last night. While the Doms were trying to make it harder for the
bastard to kidnap a sub, they couldn’t be everywhere at once. Tara O’Brien had
disappeared after driving home from an evening with her parents. She was a
frequent visitor to one of the public clubs and had been in the lifestyle for a
little over a year from what her best friend had told Isaac Webb. And unless a
miracle happened or the killer screwed up somehow, the task force was resigned
to the fact they would find Tara’s mutilated body within the next few days.
Quantico was assigning an FBI profiler to the case, and the agent would be at
tomorrow’s task force meeting. Ian hoped whoever it was would be able to narrow
things down so they could come up with potential suspects. He was as fearful as
everyone else around here that a woman from The Covenant could be the next
victim.

Since Brody didn’t have his medical clearance yet, he wasn’t
being assigned to any cases. Instead, his time was being split between intel
gathering and helping the task force in case Ian needed to be out of town for
any reason. Devon had also filled in while Ian and Angie had gone on a ten-day
honeymoon to a small private island in the Caribbean. Aside from the staff,
they’d had the place all to themselves.

No one had been surprised when Brody and Fancy had come back
from Texas engaged, and they’d thrown the happy couple a small party at
Donovan’s to celebrate. While Nick was out of the country with his team, Jake
had been able to fly in after attending a meeting at the Pentagon with Ian.
They were still chasing their tails over a white slavery operation that was
being bounced around Central and South America, staying two steps ahead of the
law. Several young, American women had gone missing on tropical vacations, and
at least two Canadians who had disappeared after going ashore in Jamaica during
a cruise.

A knock on the open door had Ian looking up. Foster and
McCabe entered and took the guest seats in front of the desk. As Devon walked
in moments later, Ian put aside the details on Tara O’Brien. Dev took what had
become his usual spot, sitting on the arm of the small office couch. Leaning on
his forearms, Ian regarded the two men from the Omega team. He and his brother
had been watching both of them closely since they’d been hired almost a year
ago. With multiple missions and a heavy caseload, it had taken that long to get
the rest of the Omega team on board and settled, and all of them training
together. If a team was needed during that time, they’d combined Alpha team
members with Omega. But now it was finally time to send the latter out on one
final training mission to prove they could work together as a team. And every
team needed a leader, which was why this meeting was taking place.

“While we have a little lull between cases, knock on wood. . .”
Ian rapped his knuckles on the wooden desk, “. . .we’re sending you
out into the wilderness for the last training run—up in the Rockies. While
she’s technically part of the Alpha team, Lindsey will be joining you. We want
her comfortable with both teams so we can move her around if need be. Your team
will have less than what it needs for all of you to survive so you’ll have to
work together to get to the extraction point which is about a two-day trek from
the drop-off. Dev and I have been trying to figure out who is going to lead
this team, and I’m sure it’s not a surprise that you both have been in the
running.”

The men nodded but didn’t say a word. The Sawyer brothers
hadn’t made it obvious these two were being groomed for the top spot, but they
hadn’t been covert about it either.

Ian sat back in his leather, executive desk chair. “So,
here’s what we’ve decided. The two of you are going to be co-leaders.” At their
simultaneous raised eyebrows, he continued. “You both have extensive training
and specialized experience the other doesn’t possess. Foster, with your
background in the Secret Service, you excel in urban scenarios and covert ops
in social settings. McCabe, being Army Special Forces, your expertise is jungle
warfare, so to speak. You work very well together, bouncing ideas and
strategies off of each other, and I honestly don’t think either one of you
realizes it. We want you to continue working that way. When a mission calls for
Foster’s experience, he’ll take lead and vice versa with McCabe.”

“If this co-leadership doesn’t work out,” Devon added, “we
can always go back and reevaluate who should take the top spot, but after
discussing it with Marco, Boomer, and Brody, we doubt that will be necessary.
However, if either of you thinks this won’t work, now’s your chance to speak
up.”

The two men looked at each other a long moment before Cain
extended his hand. “Congratulations, partner.”

Tristan grinned and shook the other man’s hand. “Right back
at ya, partner.”

Before anyone could say anything more, Ian’s cell chirped
with an incoming text. A quick glance at the coded message told him his phone
was going to receive a call in the next few seconds. When it rang, he held up
his hand for everyone to stay in place as he answered it. Knowing who was on
the other end, he said, “Hey, Carter, what’s up?”

“Ian,” the black-ops spy replied. “You know all those markers
you guys owe me? I’m cashing them in. I need your help.”

So much for knocking on wood.

The End

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Excited and bit nervous about what Brody had planned for her
birthday scene at the club, Fancy knelt beside the bed in the private play room
in the proper position. Her head was down, eyes on the floor in front of her,
with her hands on her thighs, palms up. Brody was walking around the room,
opening and closing drawers and cabinets, and moving things around for whatever
he was planning. All Fancy knew about the scene was it involved things on her
soft limit list—things she wanted to try, yet had never done them before.

When she thought the suspense would kill her, Brody stopped
in front of her. He was barefoot, and she inwardly cringed at the site of his
missing toe. Not because she found it repulsive—the doctor’s had done a great
job with the skin grafts—but because it was a reminder of how close she’d come
to losing him.

“Look at me, sweetness.”

She lifted her chin until her gaze met his. The only thing he
still had on was his snug, faded jeans. The heat and love she saw in his eyes
started the familiar stirring in her womb. She loved this man with all her
heart—her Dom, her fiancé, her soul mate.

Stroking her cheek with his fingertips, he smiled at her.
“Ready for your last birthday present?”

“Yes, Master.” Boy, was she ever, knowing whatever it was,
she was sure to be having multiple orgasms tonight. He’d gotten the all-clear
from his doctors that he could resume any and all activities the other day.
They were confident there were no long-term effects on his heart from the
trauma it had gone through.

His fingers went to the diamond and ruby earring in her left
lobe. “They look beautiful on you.” He’d presented her with the stunning drop
earrings at dinner earlier, and the pair matched her collar and engagement
ring. At the moment, the jewelry was all she was wearing. “For your birthday
scene, I’ve invited Master Marco and Harper to join us. If that isn’t what you
want, say your safeword. I won’t be disappointed, and we’ll do a backup scene I
planned, just in case.”

Fancy’s eyes widened a little. That hadn’t been what she’d
expected, but damn, did it turn her on. They’d discussed the possibility of
doing a scene like this a few weeks ago. During Brody’s hospitalization and
recovery at home, she’d gotten to know his best friends and their spouses better.
The women of Trident Security had quickly become the sisters she’d never had.
She and Harper and become best friends, speaking to each other almost every day
by phone or in person. The other sub had told her one night over a few glasses
of wine that she’d enjoyed several ménages over the years with a male Dom or
female sub being the third. Fancy had been a little surprised when she’d
learned Brody had been that third a few times, but she hadn’t felt much
jealousy. Envy had been the better description. What would it be like to have
Brody and his best friend tag teaming her? Well, she was about to find out,
with Harper thrown into the mix. Talk about an awesome birthday present!

“Do you want to say your safeword, Fancy-girl?”

“No, Sir, I do not want to say my safeword.”

His smile broadened. “Then let the games begin.” He pulled a
black blindfold from his back pocket and held his hand out to help her up.
“Stand.”

When she followed his command, he stepped behind her and tied
the blindfold around her head, putting her into darkness. Taking her hand
again, he instructed her to climb onto the room’s king-sized bed, lay flat on
her back with her arms and legs pointing at the four corners. The clean sheets
were cool against her skin, and she shivered in anticipation. He made quick
work of placing restraints on her ankles and wrists then attaching them to the
posts, so she was at his mercy.

There was a solid knock at the door, and Brody raised his
voice. “Come in.”

When the door opened, the dull thumping of club music increased
in volume but was quickly muted again. No one said a word that she could hear.
Movements were the only sounds to reach her for a few moments, and she nearly
jumped out of her skin when Marco spoke a few inches from her ear. “You’re
beautiful, little one. Thank you for letting my sub and I join you for your
birthday. I know your Master has already asked, but I need to hear it for myself.
Do you want Harper and me to join you and your Master in this bed, pleasing you
and each other? Do you want Harper’s mouth, tongue, and hands on your body
while we watch?”

Oh, hell, yes!
She swallowed hard. “Yes, Master Marco.
I agree to all of that.”

“Are you willing to let me fuck your pussy, ass, and mouth,
depending on which I choose, or are any or all of those a hard limit for you?”

Brody had been prepping her ass for a few weeks and the other
night had been the first time he’d fucked her there. The orgasms he’d given her
during it had been incredible. “J-just my pussy is a hard limit, Sir. That is
for my Master alone.”

“Lucky man.” She heard the smile and a touch of laughter in
his voice and was relieved he wasn’t insulted. “What is your safeword, Fancy?”

“Red, Sir.”

“And if we need to slow things down, what is your word?”

It didn’t matter that he knew these and technically didn’t
need to ask, but it was his way of reminding her that she held all the power
even though she was restrained. “Yellow, Sir.”

“Good.” She heard him stand. “Harper, are you willing to
participate in everything I just covered with Fancy?”

“Yes, Master.” Her soft, breathy voice came from near the
foot of the bed. “I’m willing to be part of this foursome for Fancy’s
birthday.”

“What are your safewords, Butterfly?”

“Red or cauliflower, Sir, and yellow to slow down.”

If Fancy wasn’t so turned on and dying for someone, anyone,
to start touching her, she would have laughed at the woman’s second choice for
a safeword.

“Very good. Master Brody, the floor is yours.”

Fancy heard what sounded like the two leather, winged-back
chairs in the room being moved to the foot of the bed. Someone approached her
and again she almost flew out of her skin, this time when a set of lips brushed
against her own in a gentle kiss. Brody’s voice was like sweet molasses. “I
love you, sweetness. I hope you enjoy yourself because I know I will.” He moved
away. “Harper, you may start pleasing my submissive while your Master and I watch.”

Even though she was blindfolded, Fancy squeezed her eyes shut
as she waited for the other woman to touch her, not knowing where that might
be. But she would give anything if it was between her legs because she was
dying to cum already.

The bed tilted to Fancy’s left, and when a set of lips
brushed against hers, she knew they belonged to Harper. The woman’s kiss was
softer than Brody’s—testing, teasing, tempting. Her cherry flavored lip gloss was
delicious.

“Damn, that’s a beautiful sight,” Marco said. Fancy guessed
he was now sitting in one of the chairs, watching.

His best friend was quick to reply. “That it is, brother.”

The other submissive’s tongue gently probed the seam of
Fancy’s lips, and she opened her mouth. Their tongues danced in tandem as
Harper’s hand touched Fancy’s hip and slid slowly up her torso. Fancy’s pussy
clenched with arousal as the hand closed around her breast and massaged it.
There was something so different about a woman’s touch than a man’s, each
erotic in their own way, and Fancy found her breathing accelerating with need.

Harper left her mouth and placed light kisses along her jawline,
neck, and chest.

“Suck her tits, Harper,” Brody instructed in a lust-filled
rumbling voice. “And dip your fingers into her pussy and let us see how wet my
Fancy-girl is.”

Spread eagle, there was no way they could miss how wet she
was, she could feel it, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t willing to oblige them.
A mouth replaced the hand on her breast, and Harper sucked and licked the taut
peak, causing Fancy to cry out in ecstasy. Fingers trailed down her torso and
brushed against her clit on the way to her bare folds. Her hips bucked
involuntarily, but with the restraints, she didn’t get far.

One, then two fingers entered her, and she bit her lip as she
tried not to cum.
Holy crap!
They’d only just started, and she was
already on the edge of a cliff, ready to fly. Heaven help her when Brody and
Marco joined in.

* * *

Holy shit!
Brody was hard as a fucking rock, and they
were only minutes into the scene. He and Marco observed Harper learn every inch
of her friend’s body. The whimpers Fancy was making in pleasure were shooting
straight across the room to his cock. Part of him wanted to watch more of the
show while the throbbing part of him wanted to join in the fun.

As Harper licked and sucked on Fancy’s tits, she slowly
fucked her with her fingers. But Brody wanted the birthday girl to experience
much more this evening. Since Harper was already naked, he said, “On your
knees, Harper, and straddle Fancy’s head for some sixty-nine—tongues and mouths
only. First one to cum gets a session on the spanking bench with a paddle.”

Grinning, Harper did as instructed while the men moved their
chairs to either side of the bed for a better view. Brody pointed at the post across
the headboard. “Polo, let Fancy have her arms only.”

They both undid the clasps holding her wrists in place. “The
blindfold stays in place, for now, sweetness,” Brody told her.

“Yes, Sir,” was her response from between Harper’s legs.
Fancy brought her arms down and wrapped them around the thighs on either side
of her head.

“Sit up a moment, Harper. I want to watch Fancy lick you for
the first time.”

The sub sat up straight and waited. Fancy hesitated, and
Brody realized it was because of the blindfold. He stood and leaned over the
bed, putting his first two fingers on Fancy’s lips. She flinched at the touch
but then comprehended it was him. “Lick my fingers, sweetness.” When she did,
he spread the digits a little wider, so her tongue went between them. “Keep
licking.”

He lifted his hand toward Harper’s waiting flesh until
Fancy’s tongue made contact. It took her a moment to analyze the other woman’s
taste, and when she stuck her tongue out again, he pulled his hand away. She
eased into the new experience slowly but hadn’t said her safeword, so it was
time to up the ante. Brody gestured for Harper to return the pleasure she was
receiving. The sub bent at the waist, and without hesitation, set about licking
and kissing Fancy’s clit and pussy.

Talk about a fucking turn-on.
He’d witnessed many
girl-on-girl scenes in the past, but it was completely different when you were
in love with one of them. Before sitting back down, Brody undid his button-fly
to give himself some room. On the other side of the bed, Marco wasn’t faring
much better as he released the leather cord tied at his crotch, then took a
long gulp of cool water from the bottle on a small bedside table.

Gasps, murmurs, moans, and the occasional “oh, yes!” filled
the room as the women pleasured each other. Although Harper was giving Fancy’s
pussy a workout, he could tell she was holding back a little. He realized that
she was waiting for her own orgasm to start peaking before sending the other
sub over the edge. A smirk spreading across his best friend’s face told him
Marco had come to the same conclusion. Harper was a bit of a pain slut and more
than willing to take the punishment for her friend by cumming first.

Brody noticed when Fancy visibly relaxed and began to enjoy
giving as much as she was receiving. Whatever she just did caused Harper to
gasp and move her hips, so she was grinding her pussy on Fancy’s mouth and
tongue. It always amazed him how it seemed women could get each other off
faster than a man. Maybe because they knew exactly how they wanted to be
touched and eaten, and then automatically did what would cause their own bodies
to respond. Whatever the reason, it was fucking erotic as hell to watch.

Both women’s breathing and moaning increased, and as Harper’s
body trembled with her orgasm, she tongued Fancy’s clit rapidly, taking the
other sub into the abyss with her. Their muffled cries of release filled the
room, and Fancy tried to clench her thighs closed but was unable to do so with
her ankles still attached to the bed posts. Brody would release them in a
moment, but for now, he liked how she couldn’t pull away from Harper’s mouth.

As the last of her orgasm faded away, Harper rolled to her
side, panting heavily. She wiped her mouth with her hand. “Per-permission to
speak freely, Master?”

“Granted,” Marco replied with a grin.

“Holy fuck, Fancy! I can’t believe that was your first time
doing that. Damn, girl! Once you relaxed, it was incredible.”

Fancy giggled. “You weren’t too bad yourself. And my ass
thanks you for cumming first.”

Laughing, Brody stood and undid Fancy’s ankle restraints and
blindfold as Marco held out his hand to his submissive. “Speaking of which,
Butterfly, take your position on the bench so I can redden your ass. Then we
can rejoin the fun.”

As the other couple headed across the room, Brody reached
down and massaged Fancy’s ankles, working his way up her legs. Sated, she gazed
at him and he winked back. “Liked that, didn’t you?” When she smiled with a
nod, he continued. “Well, the evening isn’t over yet. . .” A crack of
a wooden paddle hitting flesh interrupted him. “As soon as Harper’s ass is
thoroughly and properly reddened, Marco is going to take your ass as you ride
my cock. Are you still green?”

“Yes, Master Brody. I’m very green.”

“Good.” After he’d loosened up the muscles in her legs, he
did the same to her arms and shoulders. On the other side of the room, Marco
finished the last of Harper’s paddling, and from the sounds emanating from the
submissive, she was close to cumming again.

Brody stepped over to the room’s cabinets and grabbed a few
condoms and a tube of lubricant. It didn’t matter if you were in an exclusive
relationship with your significant other or not, condoms were mandatory in the
club if you were fucking her ass or pussy. Anyone caught not using one was
immediately suspended for two months, and risked being banned from the club if
another offense occurred.