Chasing Her Tail (24 page)

“Hold this,” he ordered and she clutched it with both hands. Hammer adjusted her position, moving her knees out and up so her hips stuck up in the air, legs spread as far as her thigh muscles would allow. He squeezed her ass cheeks, making Bridget hiss a breath of air between her teeth as he handled her hot skin. One of his thumbs slid into her pussy and she sighed, relieved at having some kind of penetration at last. Too soon, he withdrew his thumb and slid it up to her anus. Without hesitating, he pushed until her body had swallowed his thumb to the hilt.

“Oh!” Bridget gasped, thrusting her hips toward him, but he pulled out, leaving her empty again.

“Micah,” he snapped.

“Yes sir?”

“I want you to fuck her,” Hammer ordered.

“Yes sir.” Although Micah didn’t hesitate, his voice was guttural. “Pussy or ass?”

“Hmm…” As Hammer considered the question, Bridget buried her face in the bedclothes, knowing that an opinion from her would only earn her another smack on the ass. “Pussy. For now.”

Yes! Fuck me now!
Bridget muffled her desperate moan against the comforter. She was forced to wait endless seconds as Micah wrapped his cock in a condom. When still he hesitated, she twisted around to see him stroking his latex-covered erection, watching her with a wicked smile.

Finally, Micah knelt behind her and she felt the tip of his cock brush her entrance.

“Now?” he asked Hammer.

“Now.”

At Hammer’s command, Micah plunged into her, burying himself in one thrust.

Bridget cried out, loving how her pussy stretched around his girth. Her muscles clamped around him, determined to keep him inside her, and Micah growled next to her ear, sliding out and shoving back in. His hips connected with her sore ass as he drove his cock home, his balls bumping her clit. Bridget shoved her ass back at him, wanting more, harder.

“Don’t move.” Hammer’s order froze Micah inside her as Bridget whimpered in protest. She turned her head to see Hammer rolling on a condom and then slicking his erection with lube. Her impatience turned to anticipation as she waited to see where he was about to shove his thick cock.

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Hammer moved behind Micah. Bridget felt him bear down at the same time that Micah groaned, a sound filled with ecstasy.

When Hammer spoke again, his voice was ragged. “Move. Now.”

Micah obeyed instantly, frantically, fucking Bridget with hard, fast strokes. She knew that each downstroke slid his body off Hammer’s shaft and each retreat impaled him anew. She imagined his pleasure as her body clutched his erection followed by the invasion of Hammer’s cock into his own tight hole, and the image drove her wild.

“Please,” she panted. “Please let me come!”

“Wait,” Hammer directed, sounding just as overcome as she felt. “Micah, fuck her harder.”

She wailed as Micah obeyed, pounding into her with such ferocity that she had to brace her arms against the headboard to keep herself from being forced up the bed.

Sucking in ragged breaths, she tried to hold off her orgasm but felt control slipping away from her with each slap of his balls against her clit, each slam of his hips against her throbbing ass cheeks.

“Now!” Hammer grunted and Bridget let herself fly, screaming into the comforter as her body convulsed around Micah’s cock. She felt him stiffen against her, groaning as he followed her into orgasm. Hammer continued to plow into Micah’s ass, his thrusts shoving Micah’s hips down, driving his cock farther into Bridget’s clenching pussy and tossing Bridget into another orgasm before Hammer came with a roar.

Bridget melted onto the bed as the men collapsed to either side, breathing hard. She didn’t move when they eventually shifted, rising to quickly toss the condoms and then settling back into the bed, wrapping their bodies around her. Micah curled against her back and Hammer tucked his arm under her head as he lay facing her, his other arm stretched across both Bridget and Micah.

She was just dozing off when Micah stirred against her back. “I’m sorry about the whole dog thing,” he whispered.

“I’m not,” she mumbled sleepily, giving his hand on her belly a pat.

“I should’ve taught Sam better,” Micah went on. “I should’ve… Wait—what?”

Bridget gave a soft huff of laughter. “It’s been fun. And you know what else would be really fun right now?”

“What?”

“Sleep.”

“Oh, right.” Micah paused. “Sorry.” Tucking her more tightly against him, Micah relaxed into slumber.

Hammer grunted and moved in as well. “Why are you two still talking?” he grumbled.

“You’re the one talking now,” Bridget told him, yawning.

“Watch it, smartass,” he told her, tangling his legs with hers.

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Bridget was still trying to think of a clever response when she fell asleep.

It was late when she woke. Bridget could tell by the light turning the inside of her eyelids red that it was slothfully late in the morning to be lying in bed but she still didn’t open her eyes.

Someone was playing with her hair and there was a hand on her hip, plus another teasing her nipples, so unless one of the guys had grown an extra hand, she was guessing that both of her companions were awake. She let her eyes ease open and saw a close-up of Hammer’s face. He kissed her.

“Good morning,” he murmured as he pulled away.

Micah leaned over from behind to bite her earlobe. With a yelp, she sat up. “Good morning,” he said sweetly.

“Brat,” she muttered, stretching her arms above her head and rolling her head.

Despite a little soreness, which was to be expected after the crazy sex marathon that last night had been, she felt really good.

“So what’s the plan?” she asked.

“For what?” Hammer’s eyes were on her breasts. “The plan for breakfast? Or were you thinking more of the big picture?”

“I was thinking as far as what to do about Carlson,” she told him, amazed at the sultry purr in her voice. Was this really her? “But you’re giving me some ideas about what to do
before
breakfast.” Feeling incredibly naughty, Bridget began playing with her own nipples.

Hammer growled and rolled on top of her, flattening her to the bed. Her surprised shriek turned into a laugh that faded to a sigh as he caught her mouth with his, kissing her until she forgot about everything.

“You two are so hot together,” Micah said, his voice rough and his eyes bright with passion.

Hammer leaned in for another kiss but paused halfway. “Is that someone’s phone?”

Bridget listened, hearing a faint ring from downstairs. “Not mine—where would I have carried it?”

“Shit!” Micah rolled out of bed and ran out the door.

Rolling them over so Bridget was on top, Hammer smiled his crooked grin at her as he tucked some hair behind her ear. “How crazy is this?”

“No kidding,” Bridget agreed, smiling back at him. “It was great though.”

“Yeah.” He slid a hand across her back and down to her ass.

“I’m sorry again that I didn’t tell you who—or what—I was…um, am. Whatever.”

She shook her head, having confused herself. “Are we okay?”

Squeezing her ass cheek, he nodded. “More than okay.”

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Wrapping her arms as far around his chest as she could, Bridget gave him a hug.

“Good. I—” She broke off as Hammer pulled himself to a sitting position, dragging her along.

“What’s wrong?” Hammer barked, looking over her head.

Twisting around, Bridget saw Micah in the doorway, his face set and his eyes wild.

“What is it, Micah? Who called?”

He stared at them blindly. “That was Joey. He got him. He somehow figured out where he was.”

“What?” Hammer asked. “Who’d Joey get?”

“Not Joey.” Micah shook his head as if dazed. “Carlson. That bastard has Sam.”

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Bridget felt all her blood drain away, leaving her numb and empty. This was her fault. Sam, sweet little Sam, had been taken. She was the one who’d tipped off Carlson by going to the emergency room and showing off her brand-new paw to a doctor on his payroll.

It would have been an easy leap to figure out it had been one of the kids who’d bitten her. With just a few friends and her colleagues, she had a pretty small circle of non-five-year-old friends. When Carlson had discovered that Sam had been pulled out of school right about the same time she’d started changing, he would’ve been Carlson’s prime suspect. Why did she ever go to the emergency room in the first place?

Pushing away from Hammer and off the bed, she stumbled to her feet and rushed toward the door. Micah grabbed her, ignoring her frantic attempts to push him off.

“Where are you going?” he demanded, seizing her elbow before she could drive it into his stomach.

“Let me go,” she ordered, breathless from struggling. “I’m going to find Carlson.”

“Naked?” Hammer demanded. He’d gotten off the bed as well and was standing behind her.

Good point.
“Can I borrow some clothes?” she asked Hammer.

“Not if you’re going to run off after Carlson half-cocked,” he told her. “Take a breath, Bridget. Let’s come up with a plan first.”

She had to admit that having some course of action made sense. “Fine,” she relented, sagging against Micah. “As long as we hurry.”

As Hammer tossed on some clothes, including a shoulder holster, Bridget searched his closet. Nothing of Hammer’s came even close to fitting her. She grabbed a t-shirt and yanked it on and it fell almost to her knees.

“Forget it,” she said. “I’ll just change into a dog before we leave the house.”

“We don’t even know where he took Sam.” Micah stared over Bridget’s head at nothing. He’d retrieved his clothes from the kitchen and dressed, but he still had a wild look, his skin drawn sharply over the bones of his face, and he was pale enough to be scary.

“We will,” Hammer told him and Micah finally focused his gaze on him. “I put a tracker on his car.”

Hope lit Micah’s eyes. “Let’s go then.”

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“Hang on.” Hammer didn’t raise his voice but it was firm enough to stop Micah in his tracks. “Tell us exactly what your brother said happened first.”

“But—”

Hammer cut Micah off with a short shake of his head. “A minute isn’t going to make any difference. When did your brother last see your nephew?”

Bridget held her breath as she looked between the two men. Micah was poised by the door, his fists clenching and releasing, looking as if he would storm out any second.

Finally, Micah blew out a breath. “Fine. Last night, just before nine. Joey was onstage for almost three hours and when he came back, Sam and one of his bodyguards were gone. The other guard was on the floor of the dressing room, unconscious.”

“Where was this?”

“Miami,” Micah told him.

“Wait,” Bridget said, confused. “Last night? But it’s what,” she glanced at the bedside clock, “already after nine. Why’d he wait twelve hours to call?”

Micah’s jaw tightened even more, making the muscles stand out beneath his skin.

“He didn’t want to tell me. He thought his security guys could track him down within a few hours and that way he’d look less like an irresponsible asshole when he called me.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense,” Bridget argued. “He just looks like
more
of an irresponsible asshole for waiting.”

“My brother is not really a thinker,” Micah said through gritted teeth. “I should never have sent Sam off with him. Here I was, fucking around with the two of you, while…” Trailing off, he turned a fierce stare on Hammer. “We need to go. Now.”

“Okay,” Hammer agreed, heading over to his dresser. He pulled a gun from the top drawer and slid it into the holster. “Bridget, you stay here.”

“Don’t even fucking try it,” Bridget stated evenly, her hands on her hips.

He looked at her, either trying to stare her down or trying to determine how serious she was. She glared back at him. With a shrug, he headed back to his closet to grab a jacket.

“Fine,” Hammer agreed. “But you will do what I say at all times. Got it?”

Bridget nodded before she yanked her shirt over her head and changed into her dog form. Hammer watched, frozen in place for a moment.

“Shit,” he muttered, giving himself a shake. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”

The flashing blip on the screen that indicated Carlson’s car led them back to the industrial neighborhood Bridget and Hammer had followed him to earlier. As they slowly rolled down the apparently deserted street, Micah swore.

“Could he have known you were following him?” he asked Hammer. “Maybe found the GPS and tossed it into a dumpster in one of the alleys around here?”

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“Possible,” Hammer grunted, focusing on the GPS map. “There.” He jerked his head at a dilapidated building to their left.

“Here?” Micah craned his neck to see as the car kept moving. “Hey, stop! You’re passing it!”

“I meant to,” Hammer told him, turning left onto another street. “I don’t know what kind of surveillance Carlson has. We’ll park a few blocks away and come back on foot.”

“Right.” Micah shook his head. “Of course. Don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m not usually this clueless.”

“What’s wrong is that your nephew is missing,” Hammer told him, reaching over to grasp Micah’s shoulder and give him a comforting shake. “You’re allowed.”

Bridget leaned forward from her perch on the backseat and licked Micah’s ear.

“That supposed to make me feel better?” he grumbled, although he tilted his head against hers for a brief second.

After parking on the side of the street three blocks away, Hammer turned to Bridget. “Any chance you’ll stay in the car?”

She growled.

“Guess that’s a ‘no’,” he sighed, climbing out of the car. “C’mon then.” Bridget jumped through the front seats and slipped out his opened door, not wanting to wait to see if he’d open the back door for her. She could always change into human form and open the door latch herself but she figured minimizing her naked-woman-on-the-street time would be best.