She’d noticed the handsome Officers Lockwood and Prescott the first night they’d come in for coffee and practically drooled over them every time since. Most of the time they got their order to go, but sometimes they hung around. When they did, she’d catch them looking her way, but neither cop ever did more than flirt, much to her chagrin. If she knew Denver’s finest was this gorgeous she would have forgotten about majoring in accounting and gone to the police academy instead.
Cilla poured coffee into two large to-go cups, then carried them over to their table. “Refills are on the house.”
Officer Lockwood raised a brow. “You sure?”
“Of course. In fact, I wouldn’t mind if you hung around for a while.” She bit her lip.
“The girl who works with me went home early and I’m a little nervous about being here by myself. I’d feel a heck of a lot safer with two police officers.”
“I think we can do that.” Officer Prescott gave her another of those gorgeous smiles.
“Making a pretty girl like you feel safe and secure is part of the service.”
They made her feel a lot more than safe and secure—they made her feel all hot and bothered. Cilla blushed as her mind wandered all sorts of places it shouldn’t.
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.
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.”
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.
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.
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
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.”
Reed’s 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.
Reed’s mouth curved into a slow smile. “There’s a lot more fun to be had with that beautiful body of yours before Hayes and I get naked.”
Cilla got goose bumps at that. And the way Reed was visually caressing her? It was
making gooey things happen between her thighs. Knowing Hayes was almost certainly
giving her backside the same treatment was getting her too keyed up to think straight.
She was more than ready to take things to the next level, but apparently her two cops had other ideas. She’d humor them.
She put one hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side, putting on her best sultry expression. “What did you have in mind?”
Reed grinned, but didn’t say anything. Instead, he slowly slid his hand down to his
belt. For a moment, Cilla thought he’d changed his mind and was going to get undressed anyway, but he reached behind his back. She heard the sound of a snap popping, as if he’d opened something. When his hand came around again, he was holding a pair of handcuffs.
He let them dangle in front of her, a wickedly sexy grin on his handsome face. “You game, Cilla?”
She wet her lips nervously. “I’ve never done anything like this. What would it…entail?”
Reed gently cupped her cheek in his free hand, his thumb brushing her lips. “It would entail total trust on your part. Trust that we wouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t enjoy, and that we’d stop the second you decide we’re doing something you’d rather not.” He ran his thumb over her lips again, his touch so light she could barely feel it. “Is that a level of trust you can have with two men you’ve just met?”
Cilla gazed into Reed’s dark brown eyes and instinctively knew the answer to that
question. “I trust you. I have no idea why I should—like you said, I just met you—but I do.”
Behind her, Hayes ran his fingers down her back all the way to her ass cheeks, leaving a tingle in their wake. “That’s good to hear. Because we’d never do anything you didn’t enjoy.”
Reed took one of her small hands in his large, rather rough one, then slowly and gently snapped the cuff around her wrist. The clicking sound of the locking mechanism sent a tremor straight through her.
Hayes leaned over and pushed her hair out of her face with a single finger. “Do Reed’s hands feel good on your ass?”
“God, yes!” She sighed as Reed squeezed her ass again. “I never dreamed getting spanked could feel like this.”
As Reed continued massaging her ass, Hayes ran his hand up and down her back, all the way to her cuffed hands and up again. She’d also never imagined that being the center of attention of two hot guys could feel so amazing.
“Reed said that with an ass as perfect as yours, you would. But I wasn’t so sure.”
Cilla tilted her head up to look at Hayes. “Something tells me you like watching me get my ass smacked just as much I like getting it smacked. Am I right?”
He grinned. “What do you think?”
She gave the huge bulge in his pants a very pointed look. “If this is any indication, I’d say you definitely like it.”
“Hell yeah, I like it.” He wrapped his fingers in her hair and gave it a firm tug, tilting her head back. The move practically made her melt. She seriously loved when a guy pulled her hair. “In fact,” he said, “it gets me hard as a rock.”
“Hard as a rock, huh?” She licked her lips. “Show me.”
Talk about a night to remember. She was lying naked across two fully clothed and
gorgeous cops, sucking on one of their cocks while the other spanked her ass. Oh, and
she was handcuffed, too. Her fantasies weren’t even this good.
Hayes wasn’t quite done putting her in position. He grabbed the wrist that still
had the cuff around it and with a deft move, attached the other end to her right ankle.
That was kinky enough, but then he grabbed his handcuff from his gear belt and
quickly attached them to her left wrist and left ankle, leaving her with her legs secured in an obscenely blatant and wide-open position. Thank God for yoga class or this position would have been almost impossible to hold for long, regardless of the
She gave Hayes a smile. “You know, you don’t have to lock me up like this to get me to keep my legs open.”
Hayes knelt in front of her, flashing her a wicked grin as he ran his hands along her thighs. “I know, but imagine how it will feel when you can’t close your legs, no matter how many times I make you come. I can keep licking your sweet pussy until you just about lose your mind.”
Her ass felt like it was being pleasured with a vibrator made by the gods. It didn’t just feel good. It was beyond that. Beyond any word she could think of at the moment to describe the ecstasy she was in. It only got that much more intense when Hayes pumped into her, too. She was going to explode, she was sure of it. No woman could survive this much stimulation. Her pussy and ass clenched around them, grabbing hold of their cocks in an attempt to slow down the rush of sensations that had suddenly gone from deep body tingles to full-out lightning strikes. It didn’t work. The electricity-like sparks only got stronger as Hayes and Reed thrust into her. She was pulled, tugged and taken by strong hands, fucked better and more thoroughly than she’d ever been in her life. She kissed, moaned, sobbed and screamed, begging for more, but wondering if she would lose her mind if she got her wish.
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