Chapter Ten

 

 

Shelley looked up at Leo from the safety of Wolf’s arms. She could still taste him on her lips. Her tongue had tasted every inch of his dick. Wolf’s cock was a thing of beauty. Big and outrageously thick, it had taken work to get it in her mouth. She could still feel his hips pumping against her cheeks, the firm muscles of his ass under her fingers. She’d loved the way his ass had flexed as he’d pumped into her mouth. She’d had to relax, and that had been a hard thing to do when Leo had tortured her with his tongue and his fingers.

Her asshole still burned a bit, but she welcomed the sensation. The rest of her body felt drugged with pleasure. The orgasm had been stronger this time, as though her body was learning to accept more and more ecstasy. Wolf kissed her, his mouth covering hers. He kissed like a Master, giving her everything he had, taking more than she could have imagined.

She felt small and submissive and more powerful than ever before.

Wolf winked down at her before looking back toward the door. “Well, are you ready?”

She forced her brain to work, trying to shove the cobwebs of desire aside. Leo stood in the doorway. This time he didn’t hesitate. He tossed a small packet at Wolf. Condoms. Oh, god. They were really going to do it. She was going to spread her legs and take their cocks into her pussy. Her heart skittered, and her pussy swelled. Though she was sure she couldn’t come again, she wanted the feel of holding Leo and Wolf deep inside her body. She wanted to look up at their gorgeous faces and see the pleasure she brought them. After all, they had shown her pleasure she’d never dreamed of.

And she felt so close to them. That she felt close to Leo wasn’t a surprise. She’d felt that way always. Leo had been her rock during those years when Trev had battled his addictions. Leo had talked to her on the phone and come to her mother’s funeral. If only she’d met Leo before she’d married Bryce, maybe her life would have been different. Feeling connected to Leo was just normal, but the deep comfort she found in Wolf was a revelation.

Wolf felt right. His arms around her. His cock in her mouth. They felt real and lovely. Wolf’s huge body housed an unbelievably warm heart. In a single day, he’d saved her life and showed her how sexy she could be. He’d forced her to really look at him and see past his gorgeous good looks to the sweet, affectionate man inside.

And he’d welcomed Leo. No matter what came after, she would always have had this one night with Leo, and Wolf had made that happen.

Leo’s hands went to the fly of his pants, and he made quick work of them, shoving them off his lean, muscled hips. She felt her lethargy dissipate. She watched as Leo’s ripped, hard body was revealed. She stared at the tattoo on his upper left pectoral muscle. It was small, not anything large and showy. It was the only ink she could see.

“You like his tat, sweetheart?” Wolf asked, a smile on his impossibly handsome face.

“I can’t really see it,” she admitted. But she could see the rest of Leo. So beautiful. He was all lean, hard, and masculine. And he’d commented on Wolf’s big cock, but now he proved himself to be a total hypocrite. Leo’s cock was every bit as thick and long as his brother’s, standing straight up almost to his navel. His heavy balls were drawn up close to his body. She wanted to taste him, too. She wanted to get them to stand together, and then she could suck and lick them in turn.

“I’ll show you,” Leo said, walking forward.

But Wolf turned her forehead toward him and twisted his shoulder a bit. “It’s the same as mine.”

Sure enough, there was an intricate tattoo on Wolf’s left shoulder blade. There was a trident, an anchor, and a rifle all neatly enfolded in the arms of a righteous eagle.

“You got it?” Leo asked, looking shocked. He stared at the tattoo on his brother’s back, and Shelley got the feeling it meant more than either was saying.

Wolf turned back and nodded. “I went in after I made the decision to take the job from Julian.”

“Good,” Leo said, climbing onto the bed.

“I know I’m not going back now. That’s why I came here,” Wolf said, almost as though he was admitting something.

“Is it a SEAL thing?” The tat did look very military. She reached up, trying to touch Leo’s, and then thought better of it. She pulled her hand away. She wasn’t sure how much leeway she had. There were rules, and she wasn’t sure she knew all of them.

“Hey,” Leo said, reaching for her hand. He brought it up to his chest, touching her fingers to his skin. “There’s no high protocol here. You can touch me. I want you to touch me.”

She smiled, letting her fingers play over the fierce-looking ink. She was fascinated by the way it looked on his skin. “I didn’t know. I’m new to this.”

She really was, and she wasn’t only talking about the BDSM. She was new to lying in bed, her whole system suffused with pleasure and reveling in her lovers’ bodies.

“It’s the SEAL symbol,” Wolf explained. “But you won’t catch an active SEAL who has it. We don’t wear insignia. Nothing that would let the enemy know who we are.”

Because SEALs performed the most dangerous of missions. Because SEALs were targets. Both Wolf and Leo had been in very dangerous situations, fighting for their country. They’d had to be smart and skilled to have gotten out alive.

“You get the tat when you get out,” Leo explained. “Wolf’s been trying to get back in despite the fact that his last mission nearly took his leg and now he has parts of his body that are made of metal. The fact that he has that ink on his body means he’s let it go. He’s ready to move on. I’m glad. It was time.”

Wolf nodded and then seemed to shake off a bit of sadness. His hands cupped her breasts. “I have new things to obsess about now. Like making this sub come a couple dozen times.”

Wolf leaned over and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She gasped. Wolf’s tongue and mouth surrounded her with heat, sending sizzling pleasure across her body. Leo leaned over and took the other nipple in his mouth. Her heart thudded in her chest. She sank her hands into their hair, holding them to her breasts. Leo’s hair was thick and lush, soft to the touch. Wolf’s bristled, short and dense. So different and yet both wonderful.

She writhed under their mouths. She squirmed when she felt their hands wandering over her body.

“Spread your legs,” Leo ordered, the words humming against her skin.

She did as he ordered, spreading her legs wide, and she immediately felt a hand claim her pussy.

“Someone liked her orgasm,” Wolf whispered. He bit gently at her nipple. “You’re wet, sweetheart. So fucking wet. God, Leo, what the hell did you do to her?”

She didn’t have to talk. They were doing all the talking for her. There was something sexy about lying back and letting them have her. There was something erotic about listening to them talk about her like she was a sex toy they could share.

Leo licked at her nipple before answering. “I did what she asked. I ate that pussy. She was sweet as any pie. How well did she suck your cock?”

“Best head I’ve ever had.” Wolf chuckled. “She sucked me hard. She took everything I had. I’m already hard again. I already want her again. This time I want to come in her pussy.”

Leo groaned. “God, man, I don’t think I can wait.”

She couldn’t either. She wanted someone to make love to her. “Please. Please.”

“She’s begging for it. That’s was what you wanted, right, Leo? You wanted her to beg for your cock.” Wolf’s fingers fluttered over her clit, torturing her with his light caresses. Now that she’d had a real orgasm, she wanted more. She craved it. She wanted a cock deep inside her pussy.

“She’s your sub,” Leo said, sitting up.

“Yes, and I had her mouth already. She’s been a good girl, now give her what she needs.” Wolf tossed him a condom. “Leo, this is about Shelley. I want to make the night special. We nearly lost her.”

“Don’t remind me,” Leo said on a groan. “You did good. Though next time, try to leave one of the fuckers alive. I’d like to have had some words with one of them.”

Shelley shuddered. “You think it’s going to happen again?”

Wolf kissed her shoulder. “If it does, the end will be the same, sweetheart. I’ll take them out. Well, I’ll make sure one of them can answer all of big brother’s questions. I don’t think Leo there will be following Geneva Convention rules. Those two assholes are lucky they died. Now calm down. We’ll talk about this in the morning. Tonight is all about pleasure.”

She pushed her fears to the back of her head. She didn’t want her anxiety to ruin this one perfect night.

Leo rolled the condom on his cock and forced her legs apart, his face hard with desire. “Wrap your legs around me. You answer ‘yes, Leo.’”

He liked to hear his name. He couldn’t know how often she said it in her head. A hundred times a day. It was an easy thing to follow his command. She’d fantasized about it for years. She wrapped her legs around his hips, feeling that big dick right at the edge of her pussy. “Yes, Leo.”

“Such a good sub,” Wolf murmured, settling in beside her. “Do you know how amazing you are, baby? You’re everything I wanted in a sub. I can’t go back to the Navy, but I can make a whole fucking career out of making you happy.”

Tears pricked her eyes. He was the perfect one. It was perfect that he was beside her. Never once in her fantasies about making love with Leo had another man been whispering sweet words to her, but now she couldn’t imagine not having Wolf with her and Leo.

What if she could keep them both? Leo hadn’t mentioned anything about this going beyond a single night, but why should she let him walk out? Wolf seemed perfectly happy with his brother joining them. Why should she lie down? Why the hell shouldn’t she fight for exactly what she wanted?

“Please, Leo,” she whispered, her hands finding his shoulders. “Please. I need you so badly.”

A fire seemed to light in those deep blue eyes. Her soft words seemed to get to him in a way yelling never would have.

“Then I’ll give you what you need.” His face hardened as he pushed his hips up and started to work that huge cock into her pussy.

Wolf kissed her, sweet butterflies across her face and hair that reminded her he was still here with her.

Leo groaned, moving tentatively. “You’re so fucking small.”

And he was damn big. He stretched her pussy, but the burn felt good.

Leo glanced at his brother, a desperate look on his face. “She feels too good. God, Wolf, I haven’t done this in a while. I’m not going to last. Help me. You’re the expert at this.”

Wolf grinned, his perfect lips lifting in what looked like pure happiness. “Finally something I’m better at. Kiss me, sweetheart, and let us make you come.”

She didn’t feel even close to coming, but it was all right. Her body still hummed with everything they had already given her. It didn’t matter. She just wanted to feel Leo as he worked over her. She wanted to feel his body stiffen as she brought him to climax. But if Wolf wanted to kiss her while it was happening, she was more than fine with that.

She had a sudden vision of being between them. One on top and one behind her, both of her men using her body, both of her men giving theirs to her.

Wolf kissed her, his tongue surging inside as Leo groaned and finally slid in, his heavy balls caressing the cheeks of her ass. She moaned at the exquisite feeling of being utterly filled with Leo’s cock.

Wolf broke off the kiss and winked down at her before letting his hand slide down her torso.

“What are you doing?” Leo asked, never letting up on the slow slide of his cock.

“Helping,” Wolf replied. “You can pick up the pace. She’ll come in less than sixty seconds. Try to find her G-spot. Twenty bucks says we can make her scream.”

“You don’t have a serious bone in your body. And of course I can find her G-spot.” Leo growled and twisted his hips, proving that she did indeed have a spot deep inside her that felt amazing.

“Oh my god,” Shelley gasped, the sweet pressure beginning to build as Wolf’s hands reached their destination, her clit. Wolf began to rub her clit, matching Leo’s thrusts as though they had played this particular symphony a hundred times together.

“Come for me, baby. Oh, come all over my cock. I want to feel it,” Leo said.

“Clench down, sweetheart. Milk his cock,” Wolf cajoled as he pinched her clit.

Leo thrust up, hitting that magical spot as Wolf pressed down, and she screamed for them. She clutched at Leo’s shoulders, feeling her nails digging into his flesh. She pressed her hips up, trying to keep that cock inside. Wild pleasure thrashed through her system as they kept up the unrelenting pace. She couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t matter because she could feel. She gave up thinking about the uncertainty of the future or the sorrow of the past. She simply was. She was a ball of pleasure, giving and taking.

Leo’s whole body tightened, and he fucked into her harder and faster, not giving her a moment’s rest before the next wave hit her. He stiffened above her, growling and pressing in, grinding out his orgasm.

A sense of peace drifted over her as Leo collapsed. Wolf’s hand came out from between them, and he leaned back as though giving the moment to them.

She was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and she couldn’t tell if it was hers or his. It didn’t matter. His cock was still inside her. He hadn’t pulled away. He wrapped his arms around her and, with a lazy, satiated look in his blue eyes, took the time to kiss her. Their bodies mingled, arms and legs entangled, his chest on her breasts, his belly nestled sweetly against hers. His tongue slid around hers, but it was a long, slow slide.

Afterglow made her feel languid and happy.

Leo came up for air. He put his forehead against hers. “Thank you, baby. I waited a long time for that.”

He kissed her again and then rolled off. She looked over at him, a bit of her glow fading. Was he going to leave? He rolled to his side and got off the bed, his hand dealing with the condom, covering it in a tissue and tossing it into the trash can. She swallowed and forced herself not to beg him to stay.

Instead of walking out, he climbed back on the bed and lay down on his side, propping his head up in one hand.

“Staying to watch, brother?” Wolf asked.

She turned to see Wolf slipping a condom over his ridiculously hard cock. Her breath caught. Again? How could she possibly come again?

“I’ve been a voyeur in my time. Never with a woman I really cared about, but I’d like to see how I handle it. You’ve been pushing my boundaries all night long. Let’s see where this one goes. Fuck her hard. She feels so damn good,” Leo said, his words a delicious thrill to her.

And then Wolf was on top of her. “You’re going to be sore tomorrow, sweetheart, but don’t worry about it. We’ll take care of you.”

Wolf worked his cock in and proved he was a man of his word.

 

* * * *

 

Steve Holder took a long breath and prayed he hadn’t heard what he thought he’d heard.

“What did you say?” He was well aware that the question came out of his mouth like a cobra ready to strike. If he’d been in the same room with Mitchell Cross, he would have struck. He would have reached out and broken the imbecile’s neck in a heartbeat.

“I said we took care of it.”

Cross’s words were slightly slurred. Drunken cokehead idiot. Holder looked over at Kyle, who was sitting at his computer. Holder was pretty sure the kid slept at the computer. Kyle’s head came up.

He put a hand over the phone. “Check police activity on Shelley McNamara Hughes from tonight.”

Kyle’s fingers started flying across the keys. He hoped he was wrong, but he doubted it. If that dumbass had tried something, it had more than likely failed.

“Explain to me exactly what you took care of, Senator.” Holder had a bad feeling that he knew what it was, but he needed to hear it from the man’s own mouth.

There was a hesitance as though the senator finally understood Holder wasn’t thrilled with his late-night phone call. He cleared his throat, the sound jarring. “I thought you should know that the blackmail situation has been handled. The woman won’t give us any more trouble.”

Holder felt his stomach turn. “You’re going to have to be more specific. Did you kill the target or talk to her and decide to form a partnership?”

“She’s dead.”

Holder turned to Kyle, who looked up from his monitor. He nodded, mouthing the words, “Got a hit.”

“Give me a minute, Senator. Don’t you dare hang up on me.” He covered the mouthpiece and looked back at Kyle. “Give me some good news. Tell me she’s alive. If she isn’t, then we’re never going to find that fucking file, and we’re always going to be looking over our backs.”

“I can help you out there, sir. I pulled up a police report involving your girl,” Kyle said. Holder could hear the printer starting to warm up. “It looks like she was attacked outside that club she’s working in. She’s alive. Two attackers are dead. The police are calling it an attempted mugging. You can read it for yourself.”

Rage threatened to choke him. Stupid man. He gripped the cell, surprised he didn’t break it. “You fucker, she’s alive. Your men, if I can even call them men, are the dead ones.”

“No. That’s not possible.” There was a shuffling sound as though he was walking around, ambling. “She was so sure. She paid the money.”

“Who the fuck is ‘she’?”

There was a whine in the senator’s voice. “My wife. I didn’t do this. I trust you, but she doesn’t. She’s a manipulative bitch, and now she’s fucked everything up. I was told she hired two men, killers. How did that tramp get away? How did she take them out?”

“She didn’t, you idiot. I’m sure she had an escort. The last time I saw her she was with one of the Meyer brothers. Do you have any idea what kind of a reputation those brothers have? They’re legends in the SEALs. They’re known for being able to kill without really thinking about it.”

God, this stupid fuck had placed him in an awkward position. If he was Leo Meyer and he gave a damn about Shelley McNamara Hughes, he would wonder why the fuck an old teammate had shown up at the same time his girl was threatened. He knew exactly what Meyer would think. He would think that the old teammate had something to do with it.

Senator Mitchell Cross had fucked him.

“It wasn’t me,” Cross said, his voice low, as though he didn’t want someone to hear him. “I didn’t even know about it. I didn’t plan it. My wife is a bitch. She’s a loose fucking cannon. I can’t control her. I can’t make her get into line.”

He didn’t give a shit about Cross’s wife. If Cross didn’t have scene control, then Cross didn’t fucking deserve to live. God, did that fucker have any idea how hard he’d made this job? He wasn’t sure which of the Meyer brothers had been with her at the time, but it didn’t matter. Brothers were brothers, and it was worse when they were all former SEALs. That connection bled through anything he could throw at them.

He wouldn’t be able to turn them against each other. So he would have to find another way in. He would have to give one of them something he wanted.

Luckily, he had something Leo Meyer wanted very badly.

“If this gets traced back to you, you better keep your fucking mouth shut.” He was well aware that his words dripped ice. Cross should be damn happy they weren’t in the same room. Money meant something to him. The fact that Cross was a senator would make it more fun to murder his ass once he became a liability. And there was no doubt Cross was a damn liability. He was a drug addict, and he couldn’t control his idiot wife.

Cross huffed. “It won’t get traced back to me. Damn it. I didn’t do this.”

How quickly he forgot. He’d called all happy and righteous, arguing that he’d managed something Holder couldn’t. “I doubt that. But if you think you can bring me into this, you’re wrong. I’ll get to you long before you can say my name to the cops.”

He had a lot of people on his payroll. He would make sure Cross never testified against him. He might make sure Cross never fucking breathed again. Just because he was pissed as shit. Politicians were useless.

“Damn it, don’t try to intimidate me.” Cross’s statement would have been more effective if his voice hadn’t broken in a sad whimper. He lowered his voice suddenly. “It’s my wife. It’s all her. You should take her out. Do me a favor. She’s going to screw us all.”

“Keep your wife in line, Cross. If we have to have this conversation again, it will be in person, and you won’t like the outcome.” Holder hung up the phone and turned it off. He wouldn’t answer the senator’s calls for a day or two. The politician was scheduled to go to The Club in a couple of days, and then Holder would be forced to deal with him, but until then, he wouldn’t give him the fucking time of day.

“Lieutenant?” Kyle said, his voice polite.

Holder took a long breath. At least Kyle had a damn brain in his head. “Yes? Who was with her? Leo or Wolf?”

“It was Wolf, sir. He apparently took both men out, easy peasy. Two bullets each. Two to the chest. I bet if he’d been alone, he would have put one more to the head, but she was with him. I know if I was on a date, I wouldn’t blow some guy’s head off. Girls don’t like that. Well, some do, but I find those chicks disturbing.”

Holder tossed the cell aside. He didn’t need to hear about Kyle’s dating requirements. “I need you to print out that file I gave you yesterday.”

Kyle’s eyes went wide. “The super-creepy dead chick file?”

Holder shrugged. It was a pretty accurate description. It was an old file, but he’d learned that information was power. He never got rid of files. He couldn’t guess when he would need the information. It was precisely why he didn’t trust Shelley Hughes. If he was in her position, he would have kept that tape. “Yeah. Print it all out, complete with an address that makes it look like it came from someone other than me. And get me the plans for that club. I’m going to have to go in myself.”

If Leo Meyer wouldn’t come to him, then he could damn sure go to Leo. A little theatrical flair was all he needed to get Meyer’s mind off the fact that Holder was a possible suspect. Leo wouldn’t be able to resist trying to find out who had killed his Afghan girl.

And Holder would explain that he was here to help.

Meyer never needed to know that he was the one who had killed his lover. Or that he fully intended to kill his new lover.