Missionary Position (Masters of the Prairie Winds Club Book 7) (11 page)

When Kyle laughed and closed his phone, they all turned their attention to him, “Carl said if we can’t figure this out we’re a disgrace to music lovers everywhere and that we shouldn’t be allowed to own radios or any number of other devices he named. He didn’t seem too thrilled to be interrupted on his honeymoon, but since it was for Lara he was willing to tell me the answer.” Everyone in the room laughed, but Lara who still looked confused by their irreverent behavior. “Anyway, he said the common thread is
diamonds
and that you should look for clues at the house you were raised in or at your grandparents’ home, someplace where your ‘heritage’ would be. ‘Feed at eleven’ is evidently a bit trickier. But he said he doubted it meant the kitchen since it says
feed.
But he thought eleven would be a time or direction.”

“Diamonds? How did he get diamonds out of—oh, wait, I know…song titles. Holy crap on a cactus he’s amazing. Remind me to never play a trivia game with him.” Peter knew the instant she realized the significance of what she’d just learned because he’d heard the small gasp and felt her stiffen beside him. “I need to get to my grandparents’ house as quickly as possible, they might be in danger. And why would a couple of missionaries care about my grandmother’s diamonds?”

‘
I’m convinced her parents weren’t working only as missionaries—and I’m equally convinced Lara doesn’t know what they were a part of.’
Peter glanced over Lara’s head at his brother who gave him an almost imperceptible nod.

Micah pushed the last item across the desk and looked at Lara expectantly. “What about this, sweetness. Any idea what this means?”

Lara picked up the faded photo of a small blonde girl on a rocking horse and smiled. “This is a picture of me. My grandfather bought me this rocking horse because my grandmother wouldn’t let him take me riding on a real horse until I was five. I’d forgotten my mom had this picture or I would have asked for it.”

“Do your grandparents still have horses?” Jax was leaning back against the credenza behind Fischer’s desk and for the first time Peter noticed that his friend seemed to know Lara’s family. When Lara looked confused, Jax added, “I know your grandparents, Lara. They are family friends but I haven’t been to their estate for a long time. Do they still have the track and horses?”

Lara smiled, “I don’t know for sure, but I’d be surprised if they’d gotten completely out of the horse business because my grandfather loved them. I don’t think they are still active in those social circles any more, but I’m not really sure. I haven’t seen them in a while, they had some sort of falling out with my parents. My mom also told me they weren’t happy when I didn’t want to use my trust fund for college.” By the time she’d finished speaking she was once again looking down at the picture in her hands—stroking her finger lovingly along the surface.

Peter was struck once again by the fact her grandparents had so much money, yet she seemed to be perfectly content with so little. But now he had to wonder about his earlier harsh judgment of her grandparents, obviously they’d loved her as a child, and perhaps the separation hadn’t been entirely their fault. Well, it looked like they’d be finding out soon enough.

The call Tobi had answered the other day hadn’t done a thing to answer their questions, the man on the other end had simply said, “They’ll want what was stolen from them—all of it. When you have secured the items call back on this number for further information and perhaps they’ll make it back to you.” They had definitely downplayed the last part when they’d explained the situation to Lara, but he was certain she’d seen through their best efforts to assure her that she wasn’t responsible for making sure her parents emerged safely from whatever it was they’d gotten mixed up in. Peter suspected Lara’s father was alerting her to something, but he wasn’t sure what. He also agreed with the other members of the team, it was looking more and more like Rita Emmons was every bit as involved as her husband.

After making plans to visit her grandparents’ estate north of Houston, the Masters of the Prairie Winds and Dark Desires decided it was time for a bit of fun distraction.

“Tell me again how we ended up in this pickle.” Gracie looked expectantly at Tobi but Lara knew the Central American beauty didn’t really expect an answer. She’d been so grateful Jax had agreed to make the arrangements for them to visit her grandparents, Lara hadn’t cared much about the mess Tobi had gotten them involved in.

“Stop complaining, you know perfectly well all the Doms are going to go easy on you because you’re knocked up. And that means Lara and I are going to get to deal with all the tricks they’ve got up their sleeves.” Tobi shuddered before continuing, “Did I tell you all six of them raided the shops at the club? And they wouldn’t let me see what they picked up, either. Well, except for these outfits. Damn it to daffodils I don’t know how this happened. That bet should have been a sure thing.”

Lara and Gracie both laughed, “Yeah, Gracie told me that you’d say that. And that you’ve said that same thing every time you have lost a bet.”

“And I might add that every time she manages to pull me into one of her
sure things
, I end up naked in front of people doing something crazy. Make Tobi the Greek tell you about last Halloween.” They were all three standing in front of the long marble counter in the master bedroom’s dressing room in the West’s suite putting the finishing touches on their hair and make-up before they reported to the kitchen. They were supposed to serve their Doms a seven-course dinner—of course the food had been catered in since the men all knew better than to allow any of them to cook. Kyle West had explained to his exasperated wife that the hotel had insisted he sign a sworn affidavit stating Tobi wouldn’t be allowed to cook anywhere on the property after the fire department had been summoned not once, but three times during their last trip to Houston. Evidently it didn’t matter they’d stayed at different hotels each time, word seemed to travel quickly between competitors when it came to pyromaniacs.

Lara turned to Tobi and raised a brow in question launching the other woman into a rant, “Oh drown me. I swear, Gracie, you have a stunted sense of adventure sometimes. Sure it was a little bit chilly by the time we were done, but we sure did get lots of treats. Of course our men got a few things we had to hide, but I’ve still got Snickers bars stashed and they haven’t found all the
toys
they were given. Damn, I still can’t believe the size of those butt plugs—you’d think doctors would have more mercy.”

Gracie laughed, “She bet Kent she could go a whole week without cussing. I was going to bet with the men, but she pulled the BFF card on me and guilted me into buying a ticket for an all-expenses paid cruise on the Titanic.” When Lara giggled Tobi glared at them both as Gracie continued, “Anyway, guess how long she lasted. Never mind, I’ll tell you because this was a record, even for Miss Potty-Mouth over there.”

This time Tobi’s cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment as she shrugged, “How was I supposed to know it was a set-up? Damnable men. You should never trust twins by the way.”

“Anyway, just as she seals the deal with Kent, Kyle grabs her from behind in one of the moves we’d been learning in our self-defense classes. That’s another mess she got me into by the way.” Looking over at Tobi, Lara almost laughed out loud at the ridiculously fake look of innocence she was struggling to maintain. Shaking her head, Gracie continued, “Tobi manages to actually take Kyle down, which shocked everybody, including her. But she also managed to let loose a string of curses worthy of a Guinness’s record—four seconds flat.”

“Hey, Drama Diva, we need to get to the kitchen, so I’m going to cut to the chase here.” Turning to Lara, Tobi grinned, “We had to do strip Trick or Treating. Every stop cost us a piece of our costumes. You’d be surprised how quickly you end up naked even when you started out in full Marie Antoinette regalia.” Using her thumb to indicated Gracie, Tobi laughed, “Catherine the Great over there didn’t fare any better. But just seeing the looks on our Doms faces when we walked out in those elaborate costumes was worth all the effort.”

“True, but we’ll never get to pick out our own costumes again. Case in point these damned skimpy maid’s outfits.” All three of them looked down at the revealing outfits their Doms had given them before breaking out into fits of giggles.

Fischer watched the women walking down the hall and felt his blood rushing out of his head directly down to his cock—hell, he’d be lucky if he didn’t pass out. The outfits he and the others had picked out barely covered them, but it didn’t matter because they wouldn’t be in them long anyway. Everyone involved—except Lara—knew tonight’s fun had been planned to distract Lara from the emotional strain she’d been under since learning about her parents’ disappearance. They planned to visit her grandparents’ estate tomorrow, so tonight’s fun would hopefully keep Lara from worrying about it.

Fischer had laughed out loud at the look on Tobi’s face when they’d asked her to deliberately lose the bet. Even though he didn’t know her well, it hadn’t been difficult to figure out the bubbly little blonde wasn’t accustomed to loosing on purpose. He’d been standing next to Kyle who had leaned close and whispered, “Tobi is compulsively competitive, this will be a good lesson for her.” When Fischer didn’t respond, he’d added, “Don’t worry, she’ll do it because Lara is her friend. She just has to get over the shock of it first.” Kyle’s chuckle let Fischer know he was enjoying his wife’s discomfort—a lot. Fischer wasn’t sure what Kent had whispered in his wife’s ear, but she’d blushed a deep red before nodding her agreement.

As if it had been choreographed, each sub took her place between her two Doms standing quietly waiting for instructions. Fischer was thrilled Lara hadn’t even hesitated to take her place between Peter and himself as they all stood in a casual circle talking. “Everything for dinner has been delivered and is in the kitchen ready to be served. One of the caterer’s staff is waiting to show you where everything is, he’ll leave before you begin serving.” The Doms had been in agreement that no one but club members would be allowed in the suite during their “dinner party”. A Dominant might love showing off his or her lovely submissive’s body in the club or during private parties, but outside of the lifestyle they were almost always notoriously possessive. He’d heard submissives accuse their Doms of being full-grown toddlers because of their “
Mine!”
mentality and it was probably a fairly accurate analogy.

Fischer was able to relax since he was only picking up random thoughts from around the room, over the years he’d become so accustomed to blocking whenever he was in a group setting he often did it without even realizing it. The fact he could hear the others clearly if he tried emphasized the fact he couldn’t hear Lara—and it drove him crazy. The others were all playing their parts flawlessly, and even though he couldn’t
hear
her, he could feel Lara’s emotions, which were a nice mix of anxiety and anticipation.
Perfect
.

Peter placed his hand over the top slope of Lara’s curvy ass and smiled at her soft gasp. She was listening intently as Jax and Kent explained the rules for dinner.
‘I think our sweet sub needs some distraction. She’s listening much too closely—hell, you know how she is, she will follow all the rules and where will be the fun in that?’

“
Totally agree with you, brother. Let’s see if we can’t derail her train of thought.’

Fischer ran his hand under the back of her skirt and when Peter felt her shift positions he knew his brother had instructed her to spread her legs for him. When he looked down at her, he was pleased to see her cheeks blushing beautifully and the flush of arousal beginning to spread across her chest. He could hardly wait to get her naked, he loved watching her ivory skin wash with pink and then rose as she became more and more aroused.