Secret Weapon (21 page)

Jonas shifted in his seat and Derek’s gaze lingered on the swell of her breasts. She hooked her leg around the pole and drew her body close to it, then arched her pelvis against it. Liam watched her lower body as she pivoted forward and back against the pole. Sloan took a sip of his root beer, his gaze gliding up and down her body.

Her nipples hardened and her insides tightened at the anticipation of being touched and caressed very soon by these sexy, hunky men in uniform. She turned her body around the pole until her back was to them, then released the pole and reached behind her. A quick flick unhooked her bra and she glided the garment from her body and tossed it over her shoulder. She turned back, her hands covering her aching breasts. All eyes were on her hands as she squeezed her breasts together, then slowly glided away, finally baring them to view.

Derek licked his lips. Liam’s hand tightened around his glass. She stroked down her torso, then over her panties. She caressed the fabric, sliding her hand over her mound, up and down. She could feel the tension in the men, especially as they tried to keep their expressions solemn. She dipped her hand under the fabric and stroked her damp slit. God, she was hot for them. She could hardly wait to feel their hands on her, to feel their cocks inside her.

She glided her damp hand upward and pulled at the elastic, then hooked her other hand under the elastic, too, and drew it away from her body, teasing them. She turned around and pushed the thong downward, over her thigh-high boots to her ankles, then tipped one foot forward, lifting the heel from the floor.

“Freeze, ma’am,” Liam said.

At his words, she stopped moving, her naked butt high in the air, one knee bent forward and her fingers interrupted in the process of pushing the lacy thong over the high heel. She glanced between her ankles to see the upside-down forms of the uniformed men move toward her. One grasped her arm and drew her to her feet.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Ma’am, you have just broken the law. This establishment is licensed for topless dancing only. Full nudity is not allowed.”

“I’m sorry, Officers. I didn’t know.”

“That’s no excuse, ma’am.”

“Lift your foot, ma’am,” Jonas said. When she did, he drew the thong over the boot heel and off her toe. “Now the other one.” He pulled the thong all the way off, then tucked it in his pocket.

Locking gazes with her, he nodded. “Evidence.”

Derek clamped a metal cuff around one wrist, snapped the cuff closed, then drew her wrist behind her back and cuffed the other wrist. He led her, still totally naked, except for the boots, to the bar’s entrance. He led her down the hall with the other three officers following behind, then opened another door.

She followed Derek into the room and across to a jail cell, which he unlocked and took her inside. He unfastened one cuff, then fastened it around one of the bars. Liam clamped his handcuffs around her other wrist and attached it to another bar. Jonas handcuffed one of her ankles to a bar, too, and Sloan grasped her other ankle and drew her legs apart, then cuffed her other ankle to a bar. The men then left the cell and Derek locked the door. She watched them each pour a cup of coffee and sit down in the room outside the cell, two of them on a couch and the other two in armchairs.

She stood naked, her arms and legs spread and chained. She curled her fingers around the cold metal bars and leaned forward, her breasts pushing between the bars, the nipples peaking outward.

“How about we take turns watching the prisoner?” Jonas said. “I’ll go first.”

“Sounds good,” Derek said, and stood up.

The others followed suit and filed from the room. As soon as the door closed, Jonas stood up and approached the cell. His hot gaze wandered up and down her body, and she could see the bulge in his dark blue pants.

“You look a little uncomfortable like that.” He dragged his finger down the metal bar near her left breast, then over her nipple.

She arched forward at his light touch.

“It is a little awkward,” she agreed.

He stroked over her other breast, then smiled and leaned down to lick her nipple. She drew in a deep breath at the feel of his tongue lapping over her sensitive nub. Then he wrapped his lips around it and drew on it. Thrilling sensations quivered through her.

“I could probably be persuaded to remove the cuffs.” He shifted to her other nipple and sucked lightly.

“Oh … yes?”

“That’s right.” He stood up again, but his hand stroked over one thigh, then around the bars, and his fingers slid between her legs.

He stroked, then glided his finger inside her. It swirled around and she ground her pelvis into the bars, opening to him as best she could.

“What … oh.” The feel of his finger inside her sent heat melting through her. “What persuasion?”

He smiled and stepped back, then unzipped his fly and drew out his erection. It was long and hard, and it curved to the right. She wanted to wrap her hands around it and stroke it, but her wrists were attached to the bars and too far from it. She sank downward until she crouched in front of him as he pressed his cock through the bars. Hungrily, she wrapped her lips around him and swallowed his cockhead.

“What’s going on?”

She glanced up to see Derek standing inside the open doorway. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

“The prisoner is trying to persuade me to release her from the handcuffs,” Jonas answered.

Derek stepped close to the bars and unzipped his pants. “Really? Well, she’ll have a little more persuading to do.”

He pressed his swollen cock through the bars, too. She gazed at his erection, the veins bulging along the sides, and withdrew from Jonas’ cock and wrapped her lips around Derek’s. She licked his cockhead, then glided down on him. She bobbed up and down a few times, then returned to Jonas’ cock and took him in her mouth, gliding down, taking all of him in her mouth.

Derek stroked her breast, then tweaked the nipple.

“Oh, yeah, honey. That’s great.” Jonas arched his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth.

She sucked and squeezed him, then drew back and captured Derek again. His big cockhead filled her mouth and she glided down, taking him deep. She heard the cell door open, then clang closed again. With Derek’s big shaft still in her mouth, she glanced sideways to see Jonas inside the cell, walking toward her. He stepped behind her and stroked her shoulders, then drew her upward.

Derek’s cock slipped from her mouth as she stood up. Derek leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked. Jonas stroked her shoulder with one hand and Derek switched to her other nipple and teased it with his lips and tongue, then began to suck. She arched against him and moaned at the pulsing sensation as he sucked harder. His other hand glided down her stomach, then his fingers slipped between her legs. He flicked over her clit and she gasped.

Jonas pressed his body against hers, his shaft pushing against her naked behind, then guided his cockhead between her cheeks. The slick head pushed against her opening. As he eased inside, she realized he’d applied lubricant. Derek stroked her clit again, sending heat thrumming through her, and Jonas glided all the way in, filling her.

Derek stood up and pressed his tip to her wet opening. He moved forward and his cock glided inside her slowly but steadily, until he, too, filled her. He stopped, his body pressed against hers, Jonas against her back. They stood like that for a moment, her face pressed against the cold hard bars, two hot hard bodies pressing against her, two hot hard cocks inside her. Her hands still held the bars, thank heavens, or she’d have melted to the floor.

Derek drew back, slowly, his corona dragging against her inner passage, stroking the sensitive flesh. Then he glided forward. Jonas also drew back and slid forward. The two of them moved in and out of her, filling her, then drawing away, then filling her again. Their rhythm increased and she gasped for air as they filled her again and again. Hot hard bodies and cold metal bars bombarded her senses as they pounded her against the bars, and each other.

She sucked in air as pleasure bounded through her, then accelerated in time with their steadily increasing thrusts. She gasped and exploded in orgasm, stiffening and clinging to the bars as they continued to thrust. Jonas groaned in release, then Derek. They both collapsed against her.

After a moment, Jonas stroked her shoulder and kissed her neck before drawing away. He grasped her right wrist, and a second later she heard the lock unlatch and he opened the cuff. Derek found her lips and kissed her through the bars, then winked at her. Then he unfastened her other wrist and tucked his handcuffs into his leather pouch while Jonas freed her ankles.

“There you go, miss.” Jonas stood up, three pairs of handcuffs dangling from his hand. He opened the cell door and stepped out, then locked it behind him.

Derek crossed to a small fridge on one wall and pulled out a bottle of water, then handed it to her between the bars. She opened the bottle and took a deep swallow, then twisted the cap back on as she watched Derek and Jonas, their uniforms straightened up again, sit on the couch.

Would Liam and Sloan show up soon for their turn? Even though she’d just had a brilliant orgasm, she already anticipated their attention.

“If you’re cold, there’s a blanket on the cot.” Derek grinned as he stared at her nipples, already stiffening in arousal.

She turned and walked to the cot, but simply sat down and drank her water. Derek picked up a deck of cards from the rectangular table in front of the couch and dealt out a hand, then he and Jonas played for a while. Janine finished her water and unzipped her boots and tugged them off, then sank back against the wall. What were Sloan and Liam doing right now?

*   *   *

Sloan stared at the monitor with the image of Janine totally naked in the jail cell, his cock throbbing. It had been such a wild turn-on watching the two men fuck her silly. He wanted to race down the hall to the cell right now and satisfy the feral lust boiling through him.

God damn, but there were definite advantages to being in a relationship like this. The deeply tender moments he spent with her alone were something he cherished, but sharing these intensely erotic adventures added an electrifying element to the relationship.

Liam sat on the chair beside him, also watching while he sipped his beer.

“She’s one sensational woman.” Liam set down his beer bottle. “There aren’t a lot who are as open as she is to fun and games like this.”

“That’s true,” Sloan said in an even voice.

Sloan realized his attitude was changing. He had watched the whole scene with Derek and Jonas, and he’d been able to handle it just fine. In fact, from the time she’d taken their hard cocks in her mouth through the bars, he’d been sporting a huge hard-on as a result, aching to go in there and thrust into her himself.

Man, could he really accept a relationship with Janine and other men at the same time? For the first time, he started to believe it was possible.

Janine sat on the cot, her pert, round breasts so inviting, her pussy, with the golden star-shaped patch of curls, so incredibly tempting. Her fingers on her thigh seemed restless, as though she wanted to stroke between her legs. Of course, that was probably hopeful thinking on his part. On the other hand, her rosy nipples were hard and distended. It could be that she was cold, but it was more exciting to assume it was because she was turned-on and waiting for the next bit of action.

“Why don’t you go in there and relieve Derek and Jonas? Our girl looks like she’s getting a bit bored,” Sloan said.

Liam grinned. “You want me to go warm her up with a good cop routine, then you can come in with a badass attitude?”

“Sounds good to me.”

Sloan watched Liam leave the room, a little unnerved. Why was it that the glint in Liam’s eyes when he’d talked about warming up Janine had set Sloan’s teeth on edge?

*   *   *

Janine glanced at the door as it opened, then Liam stepped into the room, tall and devastatingly handsome in his uniform. Of course, they were all tall and sexy, but Liam set her heart thumping wildly.

“My turn to watch the prisoner,” Liam said.

Derek tossed down his cards and grinned. “That’s okay with me. Jonas was winning anyway.”

Jonas and Derek stood up, then headed to the door. Derek flashed Janine a grin just before he closed the door behind him.

Liam walked toward the cell, his gaze locked on her face. “So you got yourself arrested after all.”

An allusion to the previous time they’d played cop and prisoner. She smiled. “Officer O’Neill.”

“I tried to talk the captain into letting you go, but he ran a check on your license and found you have a slew of unpaid traffic tickets. In addition to the nudity charge, he thinks you should stay put.”

“So”—she stroked her hand along her upper arm, then under her breast—“there’s nothing I can do to convince you to let me out of here?”

“Well, I didn’t say that. Maybe if you’re very cooperative, I could convince him to reconsider.”

Hormones flooded through her and she widened her legs and cupped her breast. “I can be very cooperative.”

He smiled. “Yes, I remember.”

*   *   *

Liam’s gaze locked on her breasts as she squeezed them, then pressed them together. Her soft flesh swelled forward, and her nipples peeked out from between her fingers. She drew her hands down her torso, stroking her silky flesh, then stroked up over her breasts, continuing over her shoulders and back down her arms.

She turned and lay down on the cot. His cock swelled painfully in his pants as she stroked up and down her body, teasing her nipples, then stroking down her stomach, then back up. She pinched her hard nipples. He could imagine the tight little buds between his own fingertips and almost groaned. As she cupped a breast with one hand, the other traveled down to her golden pubic hairs, trimmed into that cute little star shape, and petted for a moment before drifting lower. He sucked in a breath as her fingers glided over the folds between her legs.