Indulgence (249 page)

Michael’s head was spinning, and he suspected it was lack of
blood, since every bit of it was now gathered at his core with the force of his
orgasm. As he lay there unable to move, breathing like a freight train, he was
aware of two things. First, he’d just had the best blow job of his life.
Second, he was holding Graeme’s hand.

What the hell was going on with him and Graeme? How could it
possibly feel so right to touch another man? He’d only been interested in women
before, so was this some kind of forbidden fruit temptation? He’d always
thought of himself as Mr. Accepting when it came to his gay acquaintances, so
why was he having such a hard time accepting the attraction he felt for Graeme?

Not wanting to pull back too abruptly, he gave Graeme’s hand
a little squeeze before he reached for Liz. When she was comfortably on his
chest, he stroked her hair and held her close. His emotions felt very near the
surface, and his voice came out a growl, “Liz, that was—”

“Shh, don’t say anything, yet. Let me listen to your
heartbeat,” she said, her ear pressed against his chest. Michael grinned,
knowing it must sound like a beating drum.

Graeme stroked Lizzie’s back and, when she turned her head
to look up, he captured her mouth in a kiss. Michael thought it was the most
beautiful thing in the world to watch the two of them. Graeme pulled her over
until she was no longer on top of Michael but nestled between the two men.
Michael met Graeme’s gaze and, without a word, both men lowered their mouths to
take a breast.

Liz gasped as they suckled and licked. Michael nipped
lightly at the tender underside of her breast and was rewarded with a moan. He
traced a path down her body, tasting and kissing, while Graeme continued to
suckle her breasts. When he reached the silky hair that crowned her womanhood,
Michael spread her thighs and moved between her legs.

She had a beautiful pussy. He kissed his way around, nipping
at her inner thighs, running his tongue on the sensitive skin between her hip
and thighs. When he had her writhing, he buried his face between her thighs and
tasted her. He lapped at the cream gathered there and then thrust his tongue
inside her hot canal. “God, Lizzie, you taste sweet as honey,” he said, looking
up.

“Feels so good,” she whispered.

Michael looked at Graeme, saw the naked desire on his face.
He could give him pleasure with a kiss. It wasn’t a big deal; they’d already
shared that much. “Kiss me, Graeme. Taste her on my mouth,” he said and rose on
his knees to meet Graeme halfway.

“Oh God,” Graeme said, just before his mouth claimed
Michael’s. It was a sweet kiss, just enough tongue to share the musky taste of
Liz, but not enough to become a distraction. When Graeme pulled back, he licked
Michael’s lips.

Liz sighed. “Okay, that was seriously hot, you two.” With a
smile Michael returned to his place between her legs and pushed a finger inside
as his tongue flicked her clit. Liz’s next words were lost in long, low moans,
and Michael knew she was close. He circled her clit, backing off the direct
pressure, but slipped another finger inside her pussy. He pumped slowly while
he teased her with his tongue.

“Oh, so close… don’t stop…” she gasped.

Michael only laughed. He wasn’t ready to let Liz have her
release so quickly. He pushed her knees against her chest, and Graeme helped by
holding them there. Michael ran his tongue over the soft skin of her perineum,
then lower. He nipped at the cheeks of her ass, then licked his way to the
center, until his tongue lightly swept across the tight pucker of her anus.
Again and again he returned, until he felt her start to relax. He thrust his
tongue against the tight opening, pushing and licking until she was pushing
back. He looked an invitation to Graeme, who moved to join him. He shifted to
the outside of Liz’s thighs, so Graeme could take over. Michael returned his
attention to Liz’s clit, flicking his tongue against the hard little nub. His
head was very close to Graeme’s as they concentrated on Liz’s pleasure. Michael
moved his fingers, stroking that spot inside he knew would drive her crazy.

Graeme pushed his thumb against her anus until he slipped
past the tight ring of nerves. Her moan was loud and guttural. Michael couldn’t
help but think about both of them filling her with their cocks, Graeme in her
ass while he fucked her pussy. Together they would fill her, their cocks
separated by a thin membrane, tight, hot, hard.

He clamped his lips over her clit and massaged with his
tongue. He felt her start to go, then muscles in her thighs started to quiver,
her hips thrust, and then her pussy was squeezing his fingers as she screamed
her pleasure into the night.

He and Graeme slowly brought her back, gentling their
mouths, waiting for her muscles to unclench before they removed their fingers.
The men collapsed on either side of Liz, both grinning at her inability to form
a coherent word.

No one knows, no one knows, no one knows. The mantra played
in his head while he arranged the cabin for his wife. She’d made a very big
mistake, but he would take the high road. Once she was suitably punished, he
would forgive her, and they could build the life they’d always planned
together. He attached the eye bolt to the center beam that ran the length of
the small, three-room cabin. This was going to work so much better than the one
in their house. He could attach her leash and adjust the length to keep her
directly in the center and allow her more freedom once she’d earned it.

She would have to work hard to fuckin’ earn it.

Not only was she shacking up with fuckin’ Enwright, now she
had that faggot from high school staying with her. He liked killing faggots.
He’d killed plenty of them in Afghanistan, and he didn’t even get paid for
those. It was like steppin’ on a cockroach.

He supposed she thought she was safe. Maybe she thought that
Graeme could protect her now that he was a sheriff. She should know better.
Wasn’t nothing gonna keep him from his wife. If he couldn’t have her, no one
could.

Motherfuckers thought they could keep him out with the
high-tech motion alarms. He’d worked his way around the perimeter today as soon
as the Goddamn techs left. Shit. He’d been working around shit like that for
years. Besides, if they ever did fix it up so he couldn’t get in, he had a
different toy. One that would make the whole place go boom. And he didn’t need
to be within a hundred feet to make that happen.

*****

“What’s happening, Jolynn?” Michael asked.

“Tell you when I get there. No phones,” she said cryptically
and broke off the call.

Shit, that didn’t sound good. He thought about waking Graeme
but decided to let him sleep a little longer. He and Liz had both taken naps
after lunch. Hell. He couldn’t blame them. They’d been up most of the night.
After the loving, there’d been talking. Nothing serious, just the talk of new
lovers as they get to know each other. He smiled. New lovers.

Was Graeme his lover? No, he didn’t think so. Not yet. It
took more than a few kisses and a little handholding before you called someone
a lover. Still, he was hard-pressed to define what was happening between them.
He knew Graeme wanted him, and that made things inside him feel worse than a
roller coaster.

He pushed away the distractions and busied himself while he
waited for Jolynn. He uncrated the rifles and began cleaning the weapons. From
the tone of Jolynn’s voice, he was sure they would need them sooner rather than
later.

Michael called, “Jolynn!” when she arrived and climbed the
stairs. He rushed out and swept her into his arms.

“Oh my God, Michael! Look at you! What happened? The FBI
didn’t tell me you’d been hurt.”

“Come on in, I want you to meet Graeme and Liz. We’re just
getting ready to eat. Then we can sit and hear what you’ve come all the way out
here to tell us.”

“It’s not good, Mike. Not fucking good at all.”

He opened the screen door and pushed Jolynn in ahead of him.
“Elizabeth, Graeme, I’d like you to meet Jolynn Enwright. Not only is she my
sister, she’s my right-hand man at work. She’s the one running the place while
I’m off getting my head on straight.”

*****

Jolynn shook Graeme’s and Elizabeth’s hands and wondered
what the hell her brother was doing here. She understood about the initial
incident. It was just like him to rescue a damsel in distress. But why was he
still here now? Unless…. She let that thought trail off and began to watch the
interplay between the three of them more carefully.

Graeme was pouring wine in the kitchen while Michael and Liz
were arranging dishes. Michael laughed easily and looked happier than she’d
seen him in a long time. Had he really only been gone two days? Her eyes
narrowed the third time she spotted Graeme rest his hand against Michael’s arm.
Her brother didn’t seem to notice. In fact they all seemed to touch each other
a little more than was necessary. Any one of them could have stepped to the
other side of the counter to work. Instead they all squeezed together in the
kitchen, and, well…touched.

Good Goddamn! She burst out laughing, all three heads
looking up at her, expressions of surprise lighting their faces. She laughed
until tears streamed down her face, and her breath caught in her throat. Liz
hurried over with a glass of water, but thirst wasn’t the problem.

“You’re fucking them!” she said to her brother and broke
into another fit of giggles.

*****

Michael tried to maintain his dignity through dinner, but it
was hard with Jolynn busting into giggles every few minutes. He felt his lips
twitch in response to her last snort. It was pretty funny, when he thought
about it. Not that he was fucking them, because he wasn’t. Or at least not both
of them, as he’d be sure to point out to Jo, as soon as they had a minute
alone.

No, it was ironic because he’d been the one to encourage Jo
to come out of her closet all those years ago and just be herself. She’d sat
down with their parents with him by her side and told them she was bisexual or
maybe just gay and, as far as he knew, she’d never looked back.

Now he was struggling with his own attraction to a man, with
wanting to take two lovers, and he wondered what advice she would give him.
Their gazes met over the table, and he knew he’d find out soon enough. Jo never
was one to mince her words. Especially where her older brother was concerned.

“The system we put up around the perimeter looks like a
standard motion sensor alarm system, but it has a few more features that we’re
keeping quiet for now,” Jolynn explained, looking at Graeme and Liz. Michael
had designed it; he knew the tech specs better than anyone.

“Most outdoor systems work as an invisible wall creating a
vertical barrier. Cross it, and the sensors activate. This model essentially
looks straight out to sense approaching threats, as well as vertically. We’ve
programmed it to ignore anything weighing less than a hundred pounds, and it’s
what we call a smart system. Once the alarm is triggered, cameras activate and
the technician sitting in Phoenix can examine the threat and clear it from all
future alarm triggers. It’s what we’d do if a deer or elk were to trigger an
alarm.

“Yesterday, we barely got the perimeter alarm installed
before one of the remote sensors indicated someone was moving well back from
where the system was set. The techs hadn’t even gotten the cameras installed
yet. We do that last. So, on my orders, the techs left, making a production of
taking all their equipment, so the intruder would think he was scouting the
complete system.

“I’d already had Marcus positioned.” She looked at Graeme
and explained, “Marcus is our best operative. He hangs out in the background
during installation in case of any problems. Anyway, it was a good thing Marcus
was around yesterday because he tracked the bastard. It was Ashford, all right.
He moved quickly around the perimeter. He didn’t test anything, just looked and
then left the area. He was parked on the wrong side of the property, so Marcus
couldn’t get to a vehicle and trail him. He hasn’t been back yet today, but we
all know it’s a matter of time. He appeared smart enough about electronic
surveillance to recognize where the sensors were placed, but no one knows about
the ability of this system to extend the perimeter another twenty-five feet.

“The guys finished installing the cameras today. It took a
bit longer because we didn’t want anyone to see them. You’re all set up. The
guys are monitoring the system, and we’ll be on in a flash if Ashford breaks
the perimeter.

“Michael, I know you and Graeme think you can handle this,
but I’m worried. I’d like you to consider bringing in a few more operatives. We
found out a lot more about his adventures, and he isn’t anyone to fuck around
with,” she finished.

“Tell me,” Michael said.

“Not here,” Jolynn said with a look at Liz and Graeme.

“Jolynn, I appreciate your concern for us, but I think we
better hear it all. This concerns us, too,” Graeme said.

She didn’t want to tell this in front of the woman, but
Michael had given a nod, so with a deep breath, she continued. “Barry Ashford
is a paid mercenary who likes his job a little too much. He’s been running ops
in the Middle East, mostly Afghanistan for about ten years. He uses rape as a
means to coerce confessions or get information about his target. He rapes both
men and women, but he harbors a special hatred for gays or for men he’s raped.
Recently that rage has escalated, and the men have been found—”

She swallowed hard before she continued, struggling to
maintain her impersonal tone. “The men have been found mutilated, their genitalia
stuffed into their own mouths, before they were murdered.”