Kelsey hung up the phone and shuddered. It had taken a couple of days of phone tag before she’d been able to talk to the man Reagan called Major Asshole. But it had only taken her a few seconds to figure out the jerk certainly deserved the nickname. Arrogant didn’t even begin to cover it. He’d been both egotistical and condescending; clearly, the man was used to barking orders and having them followed without question. She’d played at Mountain Mastery enough to know the difference between a sexual Dominant and an abusive prick, and Dick Merrett was the latter.
He’d been steadfast in his refusal to pay her for information. “Why would I pay you to find out the location of a disgraced employee? If Reagan is involved in something illegal, you should probably contact your local authorities. I’d be happy to do that for you if you’ll just tell me where she is.” The bastard wanted the information for free. When she’d asked him why he wasn’t willing to pay her, he’d laughed. “You didn’t do your homework very well, did you? I have two kids in college and an ex-wife from hell. I don’t have ten grand lying around. Just because I’m the third in command of this facility doesn’t mean they pay me what I’m worth.” He’d then proceeded to badger her about Reagan’s location for so long she’d finally disconnected the call.
Leaning back against her new leather sofa, Kelsey skimmed her hand back and forth over the supple surface and let the call replay in her mind. She’d given him a fictitious name, but he’d called her Kelsey just before she’d disconnected the call…the realization sent chills up her spine. He’d kept her on the phone long enough to trace the call. No wonder he’d stalled so long on the phone. The bastard had probably recorded their conversation as well. That would explain why everything he’d said sounded so…cautious.
Kelsey should warn Reagan, but how would she explain how she’d learned the other woman was in danger? Reagan might be a sucker when it came to doing someone else’s work, but she certainly wasn’t stupid. There was no way Kelsey would emerge from that conversation unscathed. It’s not like Rafe is going to let me near her anyway. Kelsey had heard Reagan was injured at Mountain Mastery, but she didn’t know if the other woman was back in her tiny apartment. If not, getting through Ryan Morgan or Rafe standing guard at the hospital would be virtually impossible.
She couldn’t call Master Nate or Master Taz at the club. Either one of them would recognize her voice. And the rumors she’d heard about them reading minds made her more than a little nervous. There wasn’t any reason to find out whether or not those stories were true. Her only option was to notify the local authorities. She could block the caller I.D. on her phone and tell Sheriff Brandt Morgan. She’d seen him a few times, but had never talked to him, so there wasn’t any chance he’d recognize her voice.
Taking a deep breath, Kelsey scribbled out what she wanted to say on a piece of scrap paper. After revising is several times, she’d finally worked up the courage to make the call.
Shaking his head, Brandt Morgan stared at his laptop screen and wondered why Kelsey Jones was trying to conceal her identity. When the dispatcher sent the call through to his office, she’d noted the caller I.D. was blocked and the young woman on the other end wouldn’t give her name. Unfortunately for Kelsey, Brandt’s younger brother was one of the most talented computer security programmers in the country. Phoenix had made certain Brandt’s office was equipped with enough technology to ensure he was always certain who he was talking to and exactly where the caller was located.
With the press of a few keys, Brandt easily tagged Kelsey’s phone. He’d be able to follow her for twenty-four hours before he needed to take the matter to a judge to continue monitoring her. Granted, he wasn’t exactly coloring inside the lines, but considering the bull shit happening in Washington, he wasn’t too worried. The news coming out of that swamp was making it more and more difficult to stomach television.
He listened as she stumbled through her story. It was obvious she was reading from notes, which made him even more curious about what she was hiding. Brandt marveled at her claim a man she knew was a threat to a former coworker had called her but hadn’t known her name. How stupid does she think I am? He’d bet his interest in hell she’d hoped for a payday in return for information about Reagan’s location, but obviously, the man hadn’t been interested in shelling out any money. Considering his position in the Department of Corrections, he’d likely discovered who he was talking to and where she was within seconds of answering the call.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out the only reason she was calling him now was because she was worried the jerk was going to show up without coughing up any money. Since most of Rafe Newell’s stalking issues with Kelsey had been in San Francisco, Brandt had never spoken to her. But from everything he’d heard, the woman was a real piece of work.
When she finally stopped stuttering through the bull shit story she’d been trying to feed him, Brandt opened his mouth to ask her the first of several obvious questions. Much to his frustration, all he heard was dead air. I fucking hate it when people hang up on me.
Brandt sent a quick message to Phoenix asking for information about Kelsey Jones, including a full report on her financial status. Her call had tripped all his internal alarms, and as a former SEAL, he had been trained to never ignore his gut. Phoenix’s response flashed on his screen almost immediately and made Brandt smile.
She’s a nut-job. San Francisco cops didn’t charge her because they’d been assured she was coming back here and would be your problem. If I get you the info, you have to promise to lock her up or send her packing.
Brandt chuckled to himself at his brother’s response. Phoenix was considered the most even-keeled of the five Morgan brothers, so his terse reply was amusing. It wasn’t difficult to see who’d been up with baby last night. Phoenix’s wife, Aspen, had joined the Prairie Winds team and was currently on the other side of the world helping rescue a kidnapping victim, leaving her two husbands with a very vocal toddler. Little Athena Morgan was hell on wheels. She’d come crashing into the world a month early and had been running the show ever since. Like her Greek Goddess namesake, Athena manipulated her parents like chess pieces.
Hearing the door open, Brandt turned to see his beautiful wife step into the room. Without bothering to greet him, she turned back to the door and flipped the lock in place. Letting the long trench coat she wore slip down her arms, she set it aside and turned. Fucking hell, the dress she was wearing was molded to her so perfectly it looked more like a second skin. Her nipples were drawn into tight little peaks, and when her gaze locked with his, it was blazing with desire.
“To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure, Minx?” Joelle’s eyes flashed with challenge, and Brandt smiled to himself. Bring it, sweetheart. I’m all about this game. She owned him in ways he couldn’t explain. Her love had pulled him out of a downward PTSD spiral that had terrified his own family. Brilliant, beautiful, and a heart as pure as any he’d ever known—and she was his.
“I’ve missed you.” Brandt translated the words mentally—his wife was horney and she’d come to him. Perfect.
“Have you now? What makes you think it’s okay to show up unannounced at my office dressed in a knit dress that someone painted on you? You’re not wearing anything under that tight dress are you, minx?”
She was still standing across the room from him, but Brandt swore he saw her nipples draw up tighter and heard her soft gasp. He gave her a knowing smile when she shifted to rub her legs together. “It won’t work you know—you can slide those lovely thighs together all day long and it won’t relieve the ache. Your Masters are the only ones who can quench that need, minx.”
The blush staining her cheeks sent a surge of blood to his cock. He’d never get tired of seeing the innocence in her eyes. He and Ryan had introduced her to ménage and been thrilled at how perfectly suited she was to their lifestyle. Their demanding jobs made sharing a wife the perfect solution. Now that Ryan’s duties at the hospital were expanding, he was working more, leaving Joelle home alone more than they’d like. But hopefully, that wouldn’t last much longer. The additional staff the health foundation hired would soon be in place. Brandt was grateful because he missed having her naked between them. Joelle’s response to double penetration ménage was something to behold.
Letting his gaze slide down her lush body like a heated caress, Brandt wanted to fist pump at her response. A shudder worked its way to the surface of her eyes, their pupils dilated until nothing but a narrow ring of their brilliant green remained. And those candy pink nipples that always tasted so sweet? They were tight points that threatened to poke through the loosely woven knit fabric of her dress. Stunning. Horney. Mine.
“Strip.” Living up to her nickname, the little minx taunted him by slowly slipping the boots from her feet before pulling the dress over her head. Just as he’d suspected, she hadn’t worn a stitch of clothing underneath. She’d lost the weight she’d gained while pregnant, but their child had left her mark on her mama’s gorgeous body. Brandt and Ryan both relished each of those fading stretchmarks; they were proof of the gift she’d given them.
Turning his chair, he crooked his finger, calling her to stand between his spread legs. “You are so fucking beautiful. You take my breath away.” When she dropped her eyes, he refused to let her hide in shame. “No, minx. Look at me. Ry and I are going to keep telling you until you believe every word. Your body has changed, but we both feel blessed by those changes. If anything, we want you more now than we did before, and I’d have sworn to you that wouldn’t be possible.”
Skimming his hands up her outer thighs, Brand followed the path north until they spanned her narrow waist, his thumbs resting over her taut abdomen. “It’s hard to believe there was a beautiful baby in here not so long ago. No one has ever given me a more precious gift.”
“You and Master Ryan gave me the gift to begin with. I just nurtured the seed.” Tears filled her eyes, but she blinked them back. “Your acceptance of the changes in my body make me love you even more. You’re very good for my self-esteem.” Her words hit him right in the center of his chest—his heart skipped a beat at their sincerity. Maybe we’re starting to get through to her.
“We’ll never lie to you. We promised you that in the beginning. That isn’t the way you treat people you love and respect.” He and Ryan had both sworn to always tell her the truth, no matter how difficult. If they were going to demand transparency from her, they needed to do the same. That’s not to say they didn’t occasionally tell her they wouldn’t answer a question. Some things submissives needed to experience without any time to mentally prepare. And with a sub as smart as theirs, it was even more necessary.
Moving his hands up until they covered her rounded breasts, Brandt caught both nipples between his fingers and gave them a long, slow pinch. Her knees wobbled and caught the scent of her sweet cream. “Such a good girl. Are you wet for me, minx?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Fuck, the woman was so perfect there were times he still couldn’t believe she was theirs. Moving his fingers slowly down to the cream coating her pussy lips, he was thrilled to see her legs already sliding farther apart. Slipping the calloused tips of his fingers between the soaking wet folds, Brandt pressed his lips against her quivering stomach. “Fuck, you are drenched, minx. You have no idea how much it turns me on to know your body is ready for me.”
When he finally slipped his fingers into her sheath, zeroing in on her sweet spot, Joelle’s knees started to shake, making him chuckle. “Not yet, minx.” Regretfully, he pulled his fingers free and licked them clean. Watching heat flame in her eyes as she observed him savor the tangy flavor of her arousal. “Over my knees, minx. I’m going to give you a spanking we’re both going to enjoy.”
Without hesitation, Joelle draped herself over his lap. She loved erotic spankings, the edge of pain ramping her body up quickly. She’d obviously missed the intimacy of being over his and Ryan’s knees—something they’d denied her since learning she was pregnant. After she’d given birth, Ryan had insisted her body needed time to heal, so this was the first time in over a year Brandt had gotten to feel her lying over his thighs pressing against his raging hard-on. The position was perfect, but definitely a mixed blessing. Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, I’ve missed this. The first heated caress took her by surprise; her shriek made him grin. “If you don’t want everyone in the office to know what’s happening, you’d better hold it down, minx.” He spread the next swats over her curved cheeks, loving the blush chasing his warm hand.
He wasn’t going to tell her the only one who’d be able to hear her was his new deputy, Lee Barber. There was a shared wall and a small Jack and Jill bathroom between their offices. Brandt smiled to himself. Lee was a sexual Dominant and member of Mountain Mastery, so he’d know exactly what was going on.
And right on cue, Brandt’s phone chimed. The incoming message from Lee flashed on the screen. Fuck you, boss. How am I supposed to work with that going on next door? Heading out on patrol. Brandt grinned, but didn’t respond to the message. He wasn’t about to interrupt a scene with the gorgeous woman lying over his lap to text.
He could feel her soaking the leg of his uniform pants and grinned to himself knowing he’d have to change before leaving for the day. Brandt landed one last swat before pushing his fingers into her and whispering the words she was unconsciously waiting to hear. “Come for me, minx.” Her body reacted before he’d even finished speaking. Joelle’s vaginal muscles clamped down tight, milking his fingers as they tried to pull him deeper into her sheath.
Lifting her, Brandt laid her over the desk and took a steadying breath. “I’m going to fuck you, minx. This is going to be hard and fast.”
“Yes. Please. Sir.” Her voice was strained, and he wasn’t about to let her down.
“We’ll do slow and sweet later. Right now, I need you too damned bad to hold back.” He had his pants open, and his unsheathed cock at her opening by the time he stopped speaking. With one flex of his hips, Brandt buried himself balls deep and cursed. “Fucking hell, your pussy is still flexing from your climax. You’re stealing every last shred of my control. Hold on.”
Long, hard strokes at a brutal pace sent them both over the edge in record time. It was over too soon, but each time the head of his cock connected with her cervix, he felt her spasm around him. The intensity of his release made his knees buckle. Falling over her, Brandt was grateful he’d managed most of his weight on his forearms.
“Fuck me. You undo me every time, minx. But this? This was soul-stealing.” He’d taken her without protection, but the Neanderthal in him wanted to roar and beat his chest. Deep inside, he was certain he’d just given her another child to nurture, and he could hardly wait to find out if he was right.
“I promise to move as soon as I can trust my legs, minx.”
“No hurry. I’m done in. I may just spend the night right here. The door’s locked so we’ll call it good.”
“Not happening, my love. I promised you slow and sweet, and I intend to deliver as soon as we deliver our little princess to the ranch.” His sister in law, Coral, was having an overnight party for all the kids and Ryan was working late, so it was going to be his first evening alone with his wife in several weeks. He intended to enjoy it!