Operation Mustang [The Service Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (7 page)

“Exactly what he said, we didn’t untie you.” Gunner moved to her when the mug in her hand started to shake. He took it from her, setting it on the counter as he drew her against him.

It didn’t bother him to think of someone seeing her bound, helpless, and in the perfect position for fucking as long as he or one of his brothers had allowed it. There would come a time when they would put their woman on display for the men in the club, but it would be at their say-so, on their terms.

“Then who did?” She gazed up at him, the look in her eyes imploring him to give her an answer.

Diek gave her one, but it didn’t help. “No one has been in or out of this house since last night.”

“You left.” She pinned Lucky with a hard stare. “You said you checked on Raven.”

Lucky nodded. “But Gunner and Diek stayed here. They would’ve known if someone came in while I was gone.”

“Chester…” she started, but trailed off when Diek shook his head.

“Chester bid his good-nights before we came to your room last night and caught me on the walkie-talkie this morning. He hasn’t been near the house, darlin’.”

“The three of you stayed all night?”

“We each took a guest room,” Gunner told her. “We would’ve never left you all tied up like that and alone in the house.” Even if it meant laying in torment a few short feet down the hall, knowing all they need do was return to her and they’d find all the paradise they’d ever fantasized about.

“You don’t remember seeing anyone come in your room, hearing them speak to you, anything?” Lucky asked.

“No. I woke up, and my hands were free. The rope was beside me on the bed, and I had a sheet covering me.”

That was definitely not how they left her, Gunner thought.

“What about the clamps?” Lucky asked.

Mustang hesitated, obviously thinking back to how her bedroom looked when she awoke. “They were gone. My God, someone took them,” she whispered, horror lacing her voice. “Someone saw me like that.”

Yeah, someone had, but who? How did someone get into the house, into her room, and out again without Gunner or his brothers hearing them?

“It was probably Chester,” Lucky said after a moment. Gunner knew his brother was grasping at straws with that one, trying to comfort Mustang even when he should know she wouldn’t buy it.

“Diek just said the three of you watched him leave last night. Two of you are Navy SEALs, for crying out loud. You mean to tell me neither of you heard anything, sensed anything?”

Her voice quivered, and Gunner knew she was close to tears. The glimmer in her beautiful eyes tore at his heartstrings. It was the second time in less than twelve hours that he’d seen her this way. Forget that last night’s tears when they found her in front of her window had most likely been brought on by a different fear, a different longing. This morning, the terror was running bone deep, and he didn’t like it one bit. He needed to distract her, to get her mind off the possibilities until he, Diek, and Lucky could figure out who the hell managed to get past them.

“You want to know what my senses are telling me now?” he asked, tightening his arm around her waist, drawing her closer against him. She smelled of strawberries and arousal, an acute mix that wound around his stiffening cock like a band of satin. “You came this morning. What did you do, finger yourself in the shower?”

“I…what? Are you kidding? Gunner, I don’t have time for—”

Gunner didn’t let her finish. “You apparently had time to disobey a direct order again.”

“Didn’t we tell you last night that you must ask for permission to come?” Diek pushed away from the counter, obviously instantly understanding Gunner’s intentions to sidetrack her, give her something else to concentrate on before she fell apart on them.

Gunner had never seen her fall apart. He didn’t aim to start now.

“You left me!” She all but squeaked the accusation, her eyes growing wide with indignation.

Gunner let his arm fall from her waist as Diek moved in, backing her against the counter. He rested his hands on the countertop on either side of her hips, caging her in.

“Did we give you permission to come?” Diek asked, sounding as casual as he would if he were inquiring about what kind of horse feed she wanted to purchase for Raven’s new colt.

Gunner smiled and stepped back, folding his arms over his chest as he waited for Mustang’s response.

* * * *

Diek damned himself for his big mouth. He wanted nothing more than to comfort her right now. He wanted to turn back the clock, rewind the conversation to the point before they assured her no one but them had been in the house the night before, skip over the truth and fast-forward to the moment they realized something was wrong. Then Lucky’s attempt at convincing her it must have been Chester would’ve worked. She would’ve been embarrassed at having the old man find her naked and bound to her bed, but she wouldn’t have been worried. She wouldn’t have been truly mortified.

If he’d thought fast enough he could’ve even told her it had been Justin, Ben, Gavin, Randy, Austin, Tyler or any of the men in the club. They could’ve claimed they gave permission for the club to see what they’d done to her. She still would’ve been embarrassed, but she would’ve been turned on, too. Instead, she was terrified.

He locked his gaze with hers and waited for his answer. When she didn’t give him one, he asked again, adding a more sternness to his tone. “Did we give you permission to come?”

“No.” She said the word so quietly he doubted he’d have heard it if he hadn’t been almost nose to nose with her.

Any other time that act of defiance would’ve earned her more punishment. He didn’t tell her that now, though. He didn’t want her to start thinking about last night’s punishment again, about how someone knew, how some currently unknown someone had seen her.

He moved his hands to her hips and lifted her until her body was in perfect alignment with his. Heat seeped from her pussy through the denim of her jeans and his to torment his cock. “Did you need to come, darlin’?”

“Yes.” She didn’t look away from him, didn’t flinch at her admission.

Diek supposed that cold day in hell had come, because he had his hands on her again, and he wasn’t close to being through with her yet.

“How about now? Would you like to come again?” He ground his cock against pussy, driving himself insane with the friction, knowing he might make her come, but another release for himself would wait until later.

“Don’t tease me.” Her eyes flashed with challenge even though her words came out more a breathless plea than a command.

“Don’t tell me what to do, or I will,” Diek warned.

“I’m your boss. I’ll tell you what to do, and you’ll listen or lose your job.” Even as she spoke, her hips gyrated in his grasp, intensifying the friction stroke for stroke.

“You’re my boss on the ranch,” he corrected her. He eased her back down, setting her on her feet and pushing his hands between their bodies. “When it’s your body in question, I’m the boss.” He worked the button of her jeans free, found the clasp to her zipper and pulled it down.

Her fingers closed around his wrist. “Stop.”

Diek lifted a brow. “Is that really what you want?”

“We’re in the kitchen. There is work to be done. And I believe I already said I didn’t want either of you putting your hands on me again.”

Diek turned a hand over, delving his fingers inside her jeans and finding her pussy lips super hot and spectacularly wet. Her eyes drifted shut as she let out a low-throated moan.

“For someone who doesn’t want to be touched, you sure seem to be enjoying it, sweetheart.”

Heavy-lidded eyes fluttered opened at Lucky’s comment. She opened her mouth to speak. Diek didn’t give her a chance. He silenced her with a kiss. She didn’t fight him. Instead, she surrendered to his kiss and rocked his world. She tasted like minty toothpaste and hot desire, like a woman who’d lived far too long holding herself back from what she truly wanted. She wasn’t through holding back. He knew that. Each step they took only chipped at the vicious wall she’d built to imprison herself from them, from her needs and the ideas she’d constructed in her head that to hold true to the woman she wanted to be meant she couldn’t embrace the darker side of her soul.

Diek worked her jeans down her hips, taking the thin string of her panties with them. He broke the kiss, trailing his tongue over her jaw. He painted a path down her neck and pulled away only when he ran out of flesh to taste.

“Diek, please.” Her plea sounded of equal parts fear and need. “We’re in the kitchen. What if someone comes in? What if someone sees?”

“Lucky and Gunner will keep watch.” He pushed her jeans and panties to her ankles and bundled the tail of her shirt in his fists as he lifted her to sit on the counter.

“Lucky and Gunner are watching us, not the door.”

Diek grinned. He moved his hands to her knees and pushed them apart. The sweet, hot scent of her pussy fueled his hunger for her. “It turns you on, doesn’t it? Knowing they’re watching us, being on display like this?”

She shook her head as he kneeled between her legs, but her hips slid forward in his grasp, offering him the pussy he craved to eat.

“You say no, but your actions are telling us something different,” Gunner drawled.

Diek fixed his attention on her pussy. Her pale lips glistened with juices. He swiped his tongue over them then dived between them for a quick lick that went straight to his head.

“I could eat you for hours,” he told her, letting his breath sizzle over her bare, sensitive flesh. She shivered. Her lips contracted at the warm breeze, and he smiled.

“Please.” She delved her hands in his hair and pulled his face into her sodden folds.

“Want me to do something about those hands?” Gunner offered.

Diek gave his head a quick shake as he allowed her to bury his nose and mouth in her pussy. He should’ve bound her hands, shouldn’t allow her the liberties he was giving her. Just this once, he didn’t care. He wanted her to feel free, to let her body take control even as it surrendered to him.

He plunged his tongue in her channel, finding it drenched with her sweet juices. He licked inside her, raked his tongue along her inner walls and wiggled it, fucking her with it until she started to shake against him. Her hands remained in his hair, tugging, holding him tightly where she wanted him. She was strong. He’d give her that. But he was stronger. He pushed against her hold, pulling back enough to sink his teeth into her pussy lips. She cried out, her hips bucking even as her fingers fisted his hair tighter. He heard a thud that sounded like she’d hit her head on the cabinets behind her. He raked the tip of his tongue over her swollen clit, drew it between his lips and sucked it hard. When she cried out next, it turned to an instant plea.

“Diek! Oh, God, please.”

“What is it you want, Mustang?” Gunner asked, saving Diek from having to leave his feast to answer her.

“I want…I can’t stand it…I…oh!” Her stammering turned to a pleasure shriek as Diek gave her clit a pressured bite. She was on the edge. He could feel it. If she didn’t ask for permission to come, he would have to stop. Either that or punish her again. As he drove his tongue deep inside her drenched channel, he decided punishment sounded best. No way in hell would he stop until she spilled all her desire for him to lap up.

“Ask, sweetheart,” Lucky implored her. “You have to ask, and you might get what you want.”

“Please. For God’s sake.” She groaned as Diek fucked her with his tongue faster, retreating only to suck and nip at her clit before diving inside again. “Diek, please, let me come.”

“No,” Gunner said firmly. “That’s not how it works. You have to say, Diek, please
can
I come?”

Diek caught her pussy lips between his thumbs and forefingers, squeezing and rolling the slick flesh and parting them wider as he returned to tormenting her clit. He circled the bud with his tongue, nipped it, licked away the pain and started all over again. She wouldn’t last. He knew it. She would be mindless with her need to come right now, delirious with the pleasures moving through her body. But was she too crazed to follow their orders?

“Damn it, please, Diek, can I—” Her words broke off in a sound Diek never thought to hear her make as she exploded. Her body shook violently. Her thighs closed tightly on either side of his head as the orgasm spilled from her. Thick, milky juice drained from her channel, and he lapped it up, going delirious himself on the tantalizing taste of her.

He continued to lick her until there were no juices left and then slowly pulled away, rising to stand straight. She stared at him through eyes glassy and darkened by her release, and he felt his body temperature rise several more degrees. He didn’t want to stop here, but he knew he must. He cupped her cheek and smiled when she leaned into his touch.

“You didn’t quite make it, darlin’.”

“You didn’t give me a chance.”

Feisty even when exhausted and sated, Diek thought. God, he loved this woman. “You should get dressed.” He kissed her, only half-surprised when she took the liberty of running her tongue over the outside of his lips to taste her own juices. “We’ve got work on the ranch to see to, but don’t be surprised if you end up with those jeans around your ankles again before noon.”