Seducing Officer Barlowe
“I have a confession to make, Officer,” she said softly.
He drew her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it.
“Is it something I’m going to have to arrest you for?”
An image of him pushing her up against the wall and frisking her popped into her head, and she stifled a moan as her pussy spasmed.
“I don’t know.” She trailed her fingers down his abs to caress his belt. “Is fantasizing about having sex with a hot cop a crime? Because I’ve fantasized about it for a long time.”
Officer Barlowe’s eyes took on a deliciously dangerous glint. But instead of kissing her again like she’d thought he would—or even unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants so he could slip that magnificent cock of his in her pussy—he lifted her down from the car’s hood and spun her around.
Harley threw him a confused look over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
His sensuous mouth quirked. “Playing into your fantasy.”
She opened her mouth to ask how he intended to do that, but all that came out was a soft, “Mmm,” as he slowly ran his hands down her body and back up again.
“If I were going to arrest you, I’d first have to frisk you,” he whispered in her ear. “Just to make sure you weren’t concealing any weapons.”
His breath stirred her hair, making her shiver.
“Nope, no weapons here.” He cupped her breasts, giving her nipples a squeeze through the fabric before slipping his hand between her legs. “What about here?”
She moaned as he thrust a finger in her pussy and wiggled it back and forth.
“No weapons here, either.”
He slid his finger out to fumble with something on his belt. Harley was about to look over her shoulder to see what he was doing when something cool and metallic snapped around her wrist. Handcuffs. A quiver of excitement raced through her as he gently pinned that arm
behind her back and cuffed it to the other one.
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. This was even better than her fantasies.
He put his mouth to her ear again. “Spread ‘em.”
Two Cops, a Girl, and a Pair of Handcuffs
She looked at them from beneath her lashes, hoping one—or both—of them would pick up on her interest and ask her out. Of course, if they both did, she could be in trouble. Which one would she pick?
Hayes leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. His hazel eyes were more green than brown, with little gold flecks. “Do you have a boyfriend, Cilla?”
That was easier than she’d thought. She was afraid she might have been too subtle. “No.”
She wanted to finish her degree as quickly as possible, which meant taking a full course load every semester, so she hadn’t had much time for a social life. But now that she was just a few classes away from graduating, that wasn’t a problem.
“What about you?” she asked. “Are you seeing anyone?”
“We’re both between relationships,” Reed said.
Was that his way of telling her he was interested in her, too?
Cilla looked from one cop to the other. “Hard to believe some girl hasn't scooped up two attractive guys like you.”
“It's hard finding a woman who can handle us,” Hayes answered.
That was an interesting way to phrase it. Hayes hadn't said it was hard finding women who could handle them, or their jobs. But a woman—singular—who could handle them—plural. Had it simply been a Freudian slip, or had he been referring to what she thought he was? The
image made heat pool between her thighs, and she squeezed her legs tighter together. She'd never been with two guys at the same time before. Never even considered it. But now that she thought about it, the possibility was intriguing.
“Maybe you haven’t found the right woman.”
Had she just said that out loud? Well, she had to gauge their interest, didn’t she?
Reed chuckled. “Guess not.”
Cilla’s breath hitched. Oh, yeah. They were definitely talking about a threesome. Since they were both gorgeous and unattached, she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity, that was for damn sure. This might be her only chance to fulfill her fantasies—with not one, but two hot
“It’s almost closing time. I should probably clean up.” Her heart sank as Hayes and Reed pushed back their chairs. “You don’t have to
“We weren’t,” Hayes said. “We’re just going to give you a hand.”
“Oh.” Relief coursed through Cilla and she smiled. “That’s very nice of you.”
Reed grinned. “We’re nice guys.”
Cleaning out the coffee pots and wiping down the tables took a lot less time with their help. On the down side, it also gave her a lot less time to figure out a way to let them know she was up for that threesome they’d hinted at.
Wishing there was something else to clean up, she picked up her messenger bag. “I know you’re probably not supposed to do this, but do you think you could give me a ride to the subway? I’d really hate to have to walk all that way in the rain.”
Hayes exchanged looks with Reed, then gave her a grin. “We’ll do you one better and give you a ride home. Although I'm afraid you’ll have to sit in the back. That's not a problem, is it?”
She winked. “As long as I'm not under arrest.”
“Definitely not.” Hayes looked her up and down. “It would be a true crime if anyone ever had to lock you away.”
The heat in his eyes made her pussy purr. “And no cuffs, right?”
Reed gave her slow smile. “Only if you don’t behave yourself.”
The smolder in Reed’s eyes conveyed his message loud and clear—if you want to be cuffed, I'm your man. That image made her pulse skip a beat. This night was getting more interesting by the minute.
Cilla’s hand trembled a little as she locked up the shop. Dropping the keys in her purse, she turned to open the umbrella she’d borrowed, but Reed took it from her.
His mouth curved as he held it over her head. “Allow me.”
Gorgeous and well-mannered—a potent combination.
Cilla had never been in a police car before. It felt really strange being behind the metal cage that separated the back seat from the front. Like she was their prisoner for them to do with her whatever they wanted. The idea sent a delicious, little shiver through her.
In the front, Reed was on the radio, telling the station he and Hayes were going off shift. Was it just her imagination, or had Reed made the call so she’d know he and Hayes were free for the rest of the night?
Hayes glanced at her over his shoulder. “Where to?”
Cilla rattled off her address. She was about to give him directions, too, but as he pulled away from the curb and headed in the right direction, she decided he mustn’t have needed them. Then again, he was a cop. He probably knew every street in the city.
She didn’t live far from the coffee shop, so it wouldn’t take long to get to her apartment. Which meant she was going to have to think of something quick if she didn’t want the evening to end on her doorstep.
As Hayes pulled up to the curb a little while later, she leaned forward. “I know it’s late, but would you guys like to come in for coffee?”
As invitations went, it was lame. But what was she supposed to say? Want to come up and have a threesome?
The two cops exchanged a glance before Reed answered.
“We’d like that.”
She’d had guys at her place before, but Reed and Hayes seemed to dominate her small apartment with their presence. She could barely concentrate on making the coffee as they looked around.
“You go to the University of Colorado?” Hayes asked from the living room.
She glanced up to see him thumbing through an accounting book she’d left on the coffee table. “Yeah. I take morning classes there three days a week. That's why I get stuck on the late shift so much.”
Reed crossed the room to look over his partner’s shoulder. “Accounting, huh? How close are you to your degree?”
“Three more classes after this semester.” She switched on the coffee pot, then walked into the living room. “I'm getting close enough to taste it.”
Reed’s gaze caressed her. “I know how that feels, being so close to something you can almost taste it.”
Cilla got the feeling he wasn’t talking about getting his college degree. Her breath came a little faster, and she ran her suddenly damp hands down the front of her jeans. Back at the coffee shop, she thought she’d be able to play it cool, but now the two men were in her apartment, that was harder than she thought.
Thunder boomed and she jumped. She used the distraction to get herself together. Okay, take a deep breath, girl. Just because Reed and Hayes were likely here for more than coffee didn't mean this thing was automatic. Neither man had mentioned having a threesome since
they’d dropped the hint. If she wanted this to go anywhere, she had to give them some sort of signal.
But what was she supposed to do—rip off her clothes and throw herself naked across the kitchen table? How could she tell them she was game without coming out and saying it?
Hayes was looking at another one of her books—this time it was advanced calculus. “Have you always been good with numbers, Cilla?”
“I guess so. I mean, I’ve always liked math.”
Now there was a sexy subject. Yeah, not so much. Maybe she should tell him she wanted to multiply with him. Nah, maybe not. That sounded creepy.
Hayes set the book on the table, then sauntered over to stand in front of her. He gave her a devastating smile. “And I bet a math-minded girl like you probably even has a favorite number, don't you?”
The funny thing was, she did. But she didn't think they really wanted to hear why she thought 3.14 was so cool.
“Actually,” she looked up at his from under her lashes, “I've always been partial to the number three.”
“Three, huh?” Hayes’s smile broadened. “And what's so special about the number three?”
Reed had come over to stand behind her. Not close enough that he was touching her, but still sandwiching her between him and his equally armed-and-sexy partner. She took a deep breath. Now or never.
“Well,” she said softly. “There’s just so much more you can do with three than you can do with two, you know?”
Hayes leaned in close. Behind her, she felt Reed's big hand trace across her back.
“Yeah, Cilla.” Hayes’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “I think we do.”
His lips were just a few inches away from hers when an insistent beeping came from the kitchen.
He jerked his head up, looking in the direction of the sound. “What the…?”
Cilla couldn't help laughing at the expression on his face. “It's my coffee maker. It beeps when it’s ready.” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “I can go get it, if you want.”
Reed’s arms slipped around her waist, pulling her back against his hard chest. “I think the coffee can wait, don't you?”
His voice was rough in her ear, his breath warm. She moaned as she felt his erection against her ass. At least she thought it was his cock. She supposed it might have been another kind of weapon. She wiggled her ass slowly back and forth to check. Oh, yeah. That was all cock
back there. A seriously impressive one at that.
“I'm okay with letting the coffee wait,” she murmured.
She was so entranced with Reed's shaft and what he was doing to her that she almost didn't remember Hayes until he tipped up her chin and touched his lips to hers. The spark of sexual electricity that jumped between them definitively got her attention. She melted into his
arms and opened her mouth to his playful tongue. He tasted like coffee and pure, unadulterated male.
A Cop, His Wife, and Her Best Friend
They were in the same dressing room trying on clothes when Capri caught sight of the barely discernible red marks crisscrossing Aly’s ass cheeks at the edges of her tiny bikini panties. Capri caught her friend’s arm and turned her back to the lights above the full-length mirror so
she could get a closer look. She almost reached out to run her fingers over them, but stopped herself just in time.
“I can’t believe you still have marks from last night,” she said.
Aly looked over her shoulder at her reflection. “The strap always leaves marks. It’s one of the reasons I love Sam to spank me with it.”
Capri studied them again. “They look really sexy. Can you feel them?”
“When I sit down. A good strapping can do that even though Sam never smacks my ass harder than I can take. That's the best part of getting strapped. Feeling it the next day and remembering how hot the sex was. It keeps me excited for a few days afterward.”
Capri was still marveling at that as they tried on shoes a little while later. She and Aly both fell in love with the same pair. High heels with sexy straps, they were absolutely beautiful. But they are also crazy expensive.
“You should get them,” Capri said impulsively.
Aly looked up from the shoes she'd been admiring in the mirror. “Are you nuts? I can't afford these. I could pay for a top of the line sink for what they're charging for these things. Sam would flip out.”
“I didn’t say you should keep them. You can always bring them right back and get a full refund. After they've served their purpose, of course.”
Aly glared at her. “And what purpose is that? Getting me in trouble?”
Capri didn’t answer. Probably because she couldn’t believe the direction her thoughts were taking. It seemed Aly wasn’t the only one who liked being a bad girl.
Aly’s eyes went wide. “Oh, my God. You're trying to get me spanked again so you can watch!”
Capri cringed. “Why don’t you say it a little louder, Aly? I don't think they heard you down at the food court.”
Her friend pulled off the shoes and tossed them back in the box. “But that is what you're doing, isn't it? Trying to give Sam a reason to whack my ass again so you can watch and play with yourself?”
Hearing Aly put it so bluntly made Capri’s face heat. Her friend wasn't wrong. That was exactly the thought that had crept into her naughty head. “Yes. But it sounds pretty bad when you say it like that. Forget I said anything.”
Aly stood there regarding her for so long Capri blushed all over again. “So you really want to watch me get spanked again?”
“Okay. Then I'm up for it.” Aly pointed a finger at her. “But you have to promise to stay for the whole thing. I want to know you're watching me the entire time, and that includes the sex afterward.”
Capri felt like Aly had just given her an extra special Christmas present. She jumped up and hugged her friend. “Deal. But only if you're sure Sam won't freak out too much about the shoes. I don't want to get you into any serious trouble.”
“He won't. Besides, if he gets too upset, I can always tell him it was all your idea.”
Capri laughed. “Very funny.”
She and Aly giggled about their plan all the way home. Underneath the laughter, however, the sexual tension was palpable. Capri’s clit tingled so much, she had to rub her thighs together to keep from going insane.
The moment they got home, Aly put the shopping bag in the living room, positioning it perfectly to make sure Sam couldn't miss it. The store they’d purchased the shoes from used fancy bags with their name on them, so he’d know right away that his wife had spent some serious change. To be on the safe side, Aly placed the sales receipt right on top.
“I’m getting spanked, guaranteed.” Aly grinned. “God, I'm so excited.”
“Me, too,” Capri admitted. “I can't believe we're really doing this.”
“We?” Aly laughed as she took vegetables and beef tips out of the fridge. “You plan on getting spanked with me?”
“Of course not!”
“Didn’t think so.” Aly turned on the oven. “You know, this will be the third night in a row that I've gotten spanked. I'm going to have one hell of a sore bottom tomorrow.”
Capri would have felt bad if her friend wasn’t practically pinging off the wall in anticipation. Aly couldn't wait for her hunk-of-a-cop husband to punish her while Capri watched. She wrapped her arms around her friend and gave her a hug.
“Poor Aly. Don't worry. I'll rub lotion on your bottom afterward.”
Aly’s lips curved. “Don't think I won't remind you of that promise.”
While she couldn’t resist teasing her friend, Capri was just as eager for Sam to get home. She could barely concentrate on helping Aly make dinner.
“Do you think Sam will want to spank you the moment he gets home?” she asked as Aly put the casserole dish in the oven.
Aly shook her head. “Not with you here. He’ll do it when we go to bed.”
Capri didn’t know if she could wait that long.
Her friend refilled their glasses with iced tea. “We don't want to look too obvious when Sam comes in. That could blow the whole deal. Remember to look natural.”
“Will he use the strap on you again?” Capri asked.
“Probably not. At least not the strap you saw.” Aly put the pitcher back in the fridge. “Sam never likes to use any particular spanking implement too often. He doesn't want me to get bored with it, you know? He'll pick something different.”
Capri’s eyes widened. “Exactly how many spanking implements do you guys have?”
“Oh! I forgot you haven't seen our collection.” She grabbed Capri's hand and pulled her toward the stairs. “Come on. I’ll show it to you. If you like one, maybe I can steer Sam in that direction.”
Upstairs, Aly led her into the big walk-in closet. She pushed aside the clothes that hung from an upper rack, revealing an entire wall of spanking implements. The array was bewildering.
“There are so many. How do you ever choose which one to use?”
“Sam always picks for me, and he's never wrong.” Aly took a wooden paddle off its hook. It was so highly polished, it looked like glass. “This one is my favorite. It doesn't look it, but it’s heavy. It doesn't leave a smack as much as it does a solid thud when it hits my ass. I feel it all the way to my toes when he gets me good with it.”
Capri took the paddle from her friend and tested its weight. “You’re right. It is heavier than it looks.”
Before she even realized what she was doing, she reached around and experimentally smacked herself on the ass with the paddle. She didn't do it very hard, but she still felt it through her jeans. Yikes, that thing was dangerous. Aly must have a tough bottom.
She handed it back to her friend. “That’s way too much for me.”
“I agree.” Aly hung it back up. “It’s definitely not something a novice should start with.”
Capri laughed. “Hey! You're the one getting the spanking, remember? I'm the one hiding behind the door playing with herself.”
“I know.” Aly reached for another paddle. This one was wider, but much thinner, kind of like a ping pong paddle. “I was just telling you in case you decide to buy yourself some paddles. When you find the right guy, I mean.”
“Right. Like a good spanker comes along every day.”
They spent the next fifteen minutes trying out the different paddles, crops, straps and whips in Aly’s collection. Capri almost asked Aly to give her a few smacks with each of them, but just the thought made her blush. Then she imagined Sam spanking her, and her face colored even more.
She couldn’t stop oohing and aahing over how different they all felt. Her bottom was tingling nicely by the time she handed the last paddle back to Aly, and she was tempted to push down her jeans and sneak a peek at her ass in the full length mirror on the wall to see if it was
Aly regarded her thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t have thought it, but I’d say you're a strap girl.”
“You think so?” Capri eyed the long, brown leather strap Sam had used on Aly the night before. “Maybe so. It does leave a nice heat as it wraps around during the swing.” She swung her gaze around to Aly. “But that was with me using it on myself. I'm sure it’d sting much more if someone used it on me.” Like Sam. “Not that I intend to find out, of course.”
“Of course,” Aly agreed.
As her friend pushed the clothes back over the wall that held her toys, a flash of something silver caught Capri’s attention. She reached out and pushed aside one of Aly's sun dresses to reveal a pair of chrome-plated handcuffs dangling from a hook.
“Why are Sam’s handcuffs in here with your spanking stuff?” Capri couldn't take her eyes off them. They were like jewelry.
Aly laughed. “They’re not his work handcuffs. They’re for me. Even though I loved getting spanked, I sometimes have a habit of reaching back to cover my ass. I do it without thinking. Sam doesn't like it. He's afraid he'll whack my hand or arm and hurt me. He’ll cuff me so I can’t
Capri remembered hearing Sam ask Aly if she needed to be restrained during the strapping he’d given her last night.
“Sometimes I put my hands back on purpose just so he'll cuff me,” Aly admitted. “Being held captive like that is a mind-bender.”
Capri stared at the cuffs, entranced. Just the thought of having them on her wrists was making her so wet she had to fight the urge to shove her hands down her jeans and touch herself.
“We’d better get back downstairs,” Aly said. “Sam'll be home soon.”
Her friend’s timing was impeccable. They weren't in the kitchen for more than five minutes before Capri heard the sounds of Sam's cruiser pulling up.
Aly grinned. “Show time.”
How could she be so calm? Capri felt as if she was about to explode.
Capri’s breath hitched as the door opened. If Sam walked right past the shoes, the set-up was a bust. That was a serious possibility. How many men would notice a shopping bag?
But Sam stopped in the living room. A moment later, Capri heard the bag rustle.
Aly winked. “Score!”
“Alyssa, what the hell are these?” Sam demanded.
“Here we go.” Aly wiped the grin off her face and walked into the living room, motioning Capri to follow.
Capri obeyed, but slowed the moment she saw Sam's face. He looked absolutely intimidating standing there in his uniform with his arms crossed over his chest. He also looked extremely perturbed. Maybe this hadn't been such a bright idea. What if he and Aly ended up having a fight over the shoes instead? That wouldn’t be very sexy.
Sam held up the sales receipt. “Alyssa, what the hell is this?”
“The receipt for the new shoes I bought today.” Aly took the box out of the shopping bag and lifted the lid. “Aren't they gorgeous?”
Sam scowled. “No, they're not gorgeous. They're two weeks’ worth of savings down the drain. Alyssa, we talked about this.”
Aly put on a crestfallen face. “I guess I screwed up again, huh?”
“Yeah, Aly. You did.”
She caught her lower lip between her teeth and looked up at him from underneath her lashes. Damn, Aly was good at this.
“Are you going to spank me?” she asked softly.
Sam did a double take. He looked pointedly at Capri, then arched a brow at his wife. Aly waved a hand in Capri’s direction.
“Don't mind Capri. I told you, we share everything. She knows all about my spankings.”
Sam went from surprised to looking downright shocked. “Does she? Well then, I guess she won't mind if I take you upstairs right now to give you the spanking you so richly deserve?”
Aly’s eyes went wide. “Right now?”
“Right now. The spanking I have in mind for you won't wait.” He turned his gaze on Capri. “I hope you won't mind if dinner is a little late?”
“Of course not,” Capri murmured.
She could hardly wait until Sam led Aly upstairs so she could follow. The fact that he knew she knew Aly was going to get spanked was so damn sexy she could barely stand it.
Aly hung back when Sam took her hand. “I don't think I should be the only one getting spanked, Sam. Capri is way more to blame for this than I am. I wasn't going to buy the shoes, but she said it was none of your business what I do with my money. I tried to tell her we were saving up to remodel the kitchen, but she was in full I-am-woman-hear-me-roar mode and wouldn't let up. The whole store was looking at us, including the security guard. I ended up buying the shoes just to keep us from being tossed out. If I’m getting spanked, so should she.”
Capri gaped. What the hell was Aly saying, this was all her fault? That hadn't been the plan.
When they got to her place, Laci didn’t get out of the car right away. She didn't know what she wanted, but she knew she didn't want this day to end yet.
She took a big gulp of air and summoned her courage. “Do you want to come in for coffee?”
The two cops glanced at each other, but didn’t answer. Talk about awkward.
Her face colored. “I don’t know what I was thinking. You probably have to get back to work.” She fumbled for the door handle. “Thank you for all the information you gave me. The article will probably be in this Sunday’s paper, if you want to read it.”
“Laci, wait,” Grant said.
“Our shift is over.” Jase smiled. “Coffee sounds great.”
Laci’s hand trembled as she unlocked the door to her apartment, but if either man noticed they didn’t mention it. Jase and Grant had a presence about them that made her small apartment feel even smaller. It didn’t help that the sexual tension was so thick it made it hard to breathe. Between that, and their badge bunny stories, it was hard not to say the hell with the coffee and drag them off to the bedroom.
Cool it, girl. The two cops were just there for coffee.
She poured the steaming brew into mugs, then handed one to each man before adding creamer and sweetener to her own. “I had a wonderful time today.”
She almost laughed. The way she’d said it made it sound like they were on a date instead of a ride-along. Sad part was, it hadn’t been a date, and yet it still rated a lot higher than most of the ones she’d been on.
Jase flashed her a sexy grin over the rim of his coffee mug. “Me, too. It was fun.”
“You were both so helpful and informative,” she continued. “I only wish I could repay you.”
And how exactly would she do that? It’s not like she could ask one out on a date without offending the other. Even if she could, she wouldn’t be able to choose. Not when she was seriously attracted to both of them.
“Don't worry about it.” Grant’s mouth curved. “Department policy prohibits any kind of payment for what we did today.”
“Actually,” Jase said. “There is one form of repayment that would be okay.”
“Really?” Laci’s pulse skipped a beat. He was going to ask her out. Hot damn! “What do you have in mind?”
He smiled. “I think a kiss would make us just about even for today's ride-along.”
Laci blinked. He was kidding, right? Not that she’d mind kissing either cop. But Jase didn’t look as if he was joking. Maybe he’d gotten that first-date vibe, too. Maybe all their sexual banter had gotten him as hot as it had gotten her.
Don't go there. She’d be damn embarrassed—not to mention disappointed—if she thought that was how things were going to turn out and they didn't. But if a peck on the cheek was all he or Grant wanted—she couldn’t give one cop a kiss and not the other—she wouldn’t turn
When she didn’t say anything, Grant eyed her curiously, probably wondering if Jase had overstepped. Jase looked a little unsure himself.
She set down her coffee mug and gave them a sexy smile. “A kiss seems more than fair.”
Grant let out a snort. “Well, if Jase is getting paid with a kiss, count me in.”
Laci laughed. “Okay. But he asked first, so he gets his kiss first.”
Stepping up to Jase, she placed her hands on chest—damn, he had a hard body—then went up on tiptoe and kissed him. On the mouth.
His lips were gentle on hers, almost questing, as if he wanted to go further, but wasn’t sure if he should. She parted her lips, hoping he’d take it as an invitation, but he didn’t. It was still a nice kiss, though, and when he handed her off to Grant, she went reluctantly.
Until his partner’s mouth came down on hers. While she didn’t exactly forget about Jase, at the moment, she found it a little difficult to think of anything but Grant. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and finding her tongue with his to play an erotic game of Twister.
Laci moaned, reaching up to bury her hands in his dark hair as he devoured her mouth. Now that was a kiss.
“Hey,” Jase grumbled. “I thought we were talking about a peck on the lips. If I'd known a real kiss was on the menu, I wouldn't have settled for that chaste-ass one I gave her.”
Grant chuckled as he released her. “I’m sure Laci wouldn’t mind if you gave her another one. Would you, Laci?”
She shook her head, too weak-kneed from the kiss Grant had given her to do more than that. By the time Jase pulled her into his arms, she was fully in control of her faculties again and immediately slipped her tongue into his mouth to tangle with his.
Jase weaved his fingers in her hair, sliding one muscular thigh between her legs. She sighed and ground against him as much as she dared. Her pussy spasmed at the contact. The feel of Jase’s erection pressing into her tummy nudged her excitement level up a few notches, and she clung to his shoulders to keep from getting too carried away and doing something she shouldn’t. Like sliding her hand down between their bodies and caress him through his uniform pants.
She got the feeling Jase wouldn’t complain if she did. In fact, the casual way he’d suggested she thank them with a kiss made her think he and Grant planned this all along. Was she the object of a well-orchestrated badge bunny set-up?
Maybe. But as Jase gently rotated his hip, Laci decided she didn't care if they had set her up. Some part of her had been hoping this would happen when she invited them in for coffee. The real question was whether she was actually about to get her badge-bunny ticket punched
by two hunky cops at once?
She wasn't sure, but she was damn eager to find out.
Jase slid his hand down her back to almost certainly cup her ass, but Grant snatched her back before she could find out.
“You don’t have to hog her, you know,” Grant muttered.
Laci couldn’t help but laugh. She felt like she was a bottle of champagne being passed back and forth after a championship game. “Play nice, you two,” she scolded as Grant put his arms around her. “There's no reason you can't share. There's enough of me to go around.”
Grant pulled back to look at her, his dark eyes smoldering. “You sure about that?”
She frowned, not sure whether to be insulted or not. “You don't think there's enough of me to go around?”
Grinning, he pulled her tight against his chest, letting one of his legs slide between hers to come into intimate contact with her pussy. She bit back a moan as heat pooled between her thighs.
“Oh, I have no doubt there's enough of you to satisfy the both of us, Laci. The question I'm asking is whether you want both of us. Really want us. At the same time. Right now.”
Grant had only put into words what she'd been thinking, so Laci didn’t know why hesitated, but she did. Maybe because Jase stepped up behind her and ran his fingers down her arms until his hands were on her hips. With both men this close to her, touching her at the same time, she was suddenly a lot more unsure of herself.
Could she do this—have sex with two men at the same time?
“You seemed comfortable handling the weapon when it was unloaded. It wasn't until you got on the line with a loaded weapon that you started having a problem, so I think we should start there.”
Trista groaned inwardly. The possibility of romance was dropping by the second here. Blake seriously thought she wanted a firearms lesson.
She picked up her pistol. “Should I just start shooting at the target?”
“Let's work on your stance first and get you comfortable with the weapon. Then we'll do some shooting.”
Trista turned to face the target—feet together, pistol held in both hands with arms fully extended at shoulder height. “Like this?”
“Not quite.” Blake lifted his hand, then stopped. “Do you mind if I touch you? It's easier to show you than to tell you.”
Now you're talking.
“Go ahead.” She had to fight to keep the grin off her face. “If you think it will help.”
Her pulse quickened as Blake went around to stand in back of her. Without a word, he placed his boot in between her feet, gently nudging them apart. When she automatically spread her legs, he slipped one of his between her thighs to widen her stance. When she'd said she
wanted Blake between her legs, this wasn't what she'd had in mind. Not that she was complaining. She’d take him any way she could get him.
He wrapped his arms around her and clasped her hands in his. He was so big and strong she couldn’t help but feel tiny in his embrace, and it was all she could do not to moan as the hard planes of his chest pressed against her back. She knew he was only demonstrating the proper stance to help her shoot better, but at the moment, all she really cared about was how the contours of his body fit hers.
“See how much more stable you are in this position?” Blake’s voice was right next to her ear. “Wider is always better.”
She couldn't agree more. “I see that now.”
Unable to help herself, she pushed her ass back until she brushed against something firm and unyielding. She was pretty sure it wasn't his belt buckle.
“Relax your arms some,” he instructed. “Your shoulders are really tense.”
She obeyed, wiggling back a little more as she let her arms relax. This time, her ass definitely met with resistance. If that was his cock she was rubbing up against and not a weapon of another sort, then Blake wasn't quite as professional as he wanted her to think. Or at least a
certain part of his anatomy wasn't.
“I know you won't be able to think about breathing in a crisis situation. But right now, let's focus on good technique.” His voice was smooth as honey in her ear. “Take a deep breath and hold it.”
She inhaled, letting the air fill her lungs—and expand her breasts quite nicely. From where he stood looking over her shoulder, Blake would have had to be oblivious to miss the view down her blouse as she put on her best heaving-bosom routine.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
He tightened his arms around her, pulling her back against him. Oh, yeah. That was definitely his cock back there. He was getting harder by the second.
“Now, just squeeze your finger gently on the trigger,” he commanded. “It should surprise you when it goes off.”
She slowly pulled the trigger. The hammer fell with a distinct click.
“That was perfect. You didn't flinch at all,” he said. “Let's try it now with the clip loaded.”
Trista almost groaned in disappointment when he moved away from her to load the magazine of her 9mm. She leaned her hip against the counter and watched as he worked. Damn, he had some nice hands. She could just imagine what they’d feel like roaming over her naked body.
When he was done, he held out a set of hearing protection— the kind that cut out almost all the sound.
She frowned as she took the earmuffs. “I won't be able to hear your instructions with these on. Shouldn’t we use the foamy things?”
His mouth quirked. “The foam earplugs, you mean? No. The earmuffs muffle the sound better. Don’t worry. I'll be right behind you, guiding you by touch. All you have to do is focus on the target.”
Like she was going to be able to focus on anything with him touching her. That silly paper target positioned halfway down the shooting range was going to be the last thing on her mind.
After he was once again standing behind her, Blake leaned close to her ear for one last set of instructions before she put the muffs in place. “You have a full magazine, but I want you to take your time and try to make every shot perfect.”
She picked up her Lady Smith 9mm and sighted in on the target. Having all that rock-hard muscle pressed up against her was even more distracting than it’d been before, and her hands began to shake. Blake immediately wrapped his arms around her, his hands supporting her
wrists—which only made her tremble more. The way the inside of his arms pressed against the sides of her breasts was doing all sorts of delicious things to her body.
Trista relaxed back, subtly rubbing her ass against his erection. Blake didn’t pull away. If anything, he tugged her a little closer. He was trying to seduce her.
She forced herself to focus enough to actually aim in the general direction of the target and squeezed out a shot. She didn't give a damn where the bullet hit, but she did use the recoil as an excuse to bump her ass back into Blake's hard-on. She took a breath and held it, then
pulled the trigger again. When she leaned back against him this time, she gently rotated her ass in blatant invitation. Blake must have approved because he slid his hands down her bare arms until his fingertips brushed the sides of her breasts. The contact was teasing, questioning, as if he wanted to make sure this was what she wanted.
Man, this was so what she wanted.
Keeping her pistol pointed in a safe direction, she turned her head until their eyes met. The heat in his made her pulse skyrocket. She wanted to say something flirty and suggestive, but she’d have to shout to be heard over the ear protection they wore, and that wouldn’t be
very sexy at all. So instead, gaze still locked with his, she slowly and deliberately grazed his scuff-roughened jaw line with her lips. That must have been good enough for Blake. When she turned back to send another 9mm downrange, he slid his hands under her breasts to cup
them through her shirt. Needless to say, that round went wide of the target. Hell, she wasn't sure she even hit the wall behind it. She didn’t care. She was just happy he’d finally gotten the message she’d been sending his way.
She took a deep breath, letting her breasts fill Blake's big hands. She thought she might have moaned, but she couldn’t tell over her earmuffs. She doubted her shooting instructor had, either. That was okay. She’d make sure he knew exactly how much she enjoyed what
he was doing later.
Behind her, Blake bent to nuzzle her neck. His mouth was warm on her skin, and she tipped her head to the side to give him plenty of room. Steadying the weapon, she squeezed off a lazy shot at the target and hit it dead center. Hmm, nothing like getting her breasts fondled to
improve her focus.
She loved a man who knew how to use his mouth, and Blake certainly fell into that category. His lips on her neck were doing crazy things to her body, and she shivered as goose bumps chased over her skin. And when he traced his tongue along the pulse line of her jugular all the
way from her collar bone up to her ear? Well, she just about melted. She was on the verge of dropping her Smith and Wesson when a sharp nip of teeth brought her back to reality. She tried to get herself under control, but she couldn't. She was already drunk from the first little touch.
She let her head fall back, silently begging him for more. And more was exactly what he gave her. Oh God, could a woman have a neckgasm? If his mouth felt that good there, what was it going to feel like on her nipples? Or her pussy? She trembled at the thought.
She was so caught up in what Blake was doing above the collar of her shirt she almost didn’t realize he’d started unbuttoning it until she felt cool air on her skin. Her heart beat faster. He stopped halfway from the bottom to motion toward the target with his chin.
Trista blinked. He wanted her to keep shooting? Was he nuts? She was so blurry-eyed from excitement she was starting to worry about their safety. But he was insistent, nudging her again.
She lifted her 9mm and took a deep breath, doing her best to lock her eyes on the man-shaped silhouette hanging from the cable. The task was made more difficult by the fact that Blake had finished with the buttons on her shirt and had wrapped his hands around her satin-covered breasts. She hadn't thought her shirt had been that thick, but the increase in sensation let her know that was a lie. Her nipples tightened almost painfully against her bra.
Blake gave her a sharp nip on the neck to put her back on task. She lifted her head, took another breath and held it, then squeezed off a shot at the head of the target.
Hmm, another hit. She’d better be careful, or Blake might catch on to her game.