Cajun Protection (18 page)

I exit with the men in tow, and pull them
back to the hotel. I’m beat and the idea of taking a long hot bath
in the extra-large tub seems amazing, and of course remove the butt
plug.

“Ready to head back, baby?” Hawk asks.

“Yeah, my feet are sore, and I wonder if
maybe I can take a bath?”

“I don’t see any reason why not. Come on.”
This time he grabs my hand and pulls me along. We arrive at the
room in twenty minutes and Wolf disappears into the bathroom while
I kick off my shoes. As I do, I hear the water running? Hawk hands
me my Kindle and smiles.

“You go relax, baby, Wolf is getting you some
wine. Now I need to know something.”

“Oh?” I listen, but my mind is focusing on
the warmth the bath will bring me.

“Do you need any help removing it?” His eyes
twinkle with mischief.

“No, I think I can manage, but thank you.” I
get on my toes and kiss him sweetly on the lips.

“Hey I started the bath, don’t I get any
sugar?” Wolf balks, and I giggle. I walk over and do the same
thing, but Wolf deepens the kiss, leaving me panting in the
end.

“Go take you bath,
chéri
.” He pushes
me in and shuts the door. I look around and it makes me smile. The
bath is full with big white bubble foam in the water. I almost
squeal in delight. This is going to be the first bath I have ever
had that will hold all of me. I quickly strip out of my dress, bra,
and panties. Reaching around, I carefully remove the plug. As it
slips out of me, I look at it. It’s small and doesn’t look at big
as it feels. Not sure what to do, I wash it with hot soapy water in
the faucet and set it on the sink.

Putting my foot in the water, it’s hot and
damn if it doesn’t feel good. I slide all the way in and could
burst at seeing how there is even room for another person. I click
off the water, and as much as I would love to sit and read, my body
is too relaxed. Rolling up a small towel, I stick it behind my head
and close my eyes enjoying the sweet scent of jasmine.

“Zoey?” I open my eyes and Wolf has come in
the bathroom.

“Hey what’s up?” I go to sit up, but as I do
I forget I am naked and covered in bubbles. Wolf doesn’t say
anything, but looks at me. As I follow his line of sight, I want to
do a fist pump. Right now, I look like those women in the magazines
with bubbles covering her boobs just right. I have to admit, as
large as my girls are, they look pretty hot like this. “Wolf?” I
say his name again.

“Oh, sorry, I got you some wine.” Handing me
the glass, I take it from him, but he doesn’t look away. I take a
sip and I wonder what would happen if I challenged Wolf.

“Hey, you wanna join me?”

“You want me to get in your bubble bath?” I
can see his crooked grin and I see that this is gonna work in my
favor.

“Well it’s such a shame to have all this
room, and I just might need someone to wash my back.” I bat my
eyelashes at him, hoping maybe it looks flirtatious.

“Well it sounds like a big job, but it’s a
good thing I’m man enough to be able to handle it.” And like a
flash of light, he strips out of his jeans and jumps in, the water
splashes out, making me laugh.

“You know this is my first bubble bath.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, in case you missed it, I’m a man, and
we just don’t do bubbles.”

“Well, you can join me anytime,” I say.

“Sounds like a plan.” He shifts so now I am
sitting between his legs, his arms wrapped around me. “You know I
like this.” His hands start to pop the bubbles, but as he does,
they start to rub against my nipples, making them hard. “Because it
means I can do this.” Suddenly his legs lock around mine and pins
them under his, pulling them open. I gasp at this move, and he just
chuckles. “You’ve been a good girl, so I think it’s time for a
reward.” As he says this, his nimble fingers starts to move south
to my pussy. I close my eyes as he bites my neck, then licks the
sting away and his thumb starts to rub my clit. Surrendering, I am
captive beneath the bubbles; I start to feel the now familiar build
inside me. I need to come. Over and over he kisses my neck, my ear,
as his hand rubs my clit and slips a single finger into my sex. I
whimper while he continues his slow torturous play. “Come on,
chéri,
come on my fingers.” He pushes another finger in and
increases the pace. I can’t hold on anymore. After the teasing
earlier, the butt plug and now this, my body is wound tighter than
a rubber band ball. I cry out and come, sagging into his arms, down
into the bubbles. I close my eyes and relax as Wolf releases my
legs. But as I do, I realize that no matter what happens after
Andrew is caught, I can never go back to any other man, or men. No
one will ever compare to both of them.

I understand their need to use the plugs, I
do, but this is now a third size, and it’s larger than the one Hawk
made me wear to bed last night. We are on our way home. After the
bath, Wolf carried me, yeah I know right, he’s strong, anyway, he
carried me into the bedroom where Hawk had actually lit candles and
sweet piano music played. It was beyond romantic. However, what we
did in that room was anything but hearts and flowers, more like a
flogger, feather, and rope. I’m not complaining, but boy, I never
knew my body could bend that way. After the second plug was put in
place, each of them had their wicked ways with me. I really don’t
know how I’m going to take them both. I know I’m larger than a lot
of people, but my girly bits are normal size.

Wolf’s phone rings distracting his silence.
“Wolf. Yeah we are on our way back, gotta check out a lead this
afternoon. Wait what? Are you kidding me? Sure I’ll be there as
soon as I can.” And he clicks off the phone. I can hear the tension
in his voice.

“Wolf, everything okay?” I ask hesitantly

“We had a visitor last night at the shop.
Nothing seems to be broken into, but a white bear was sitting by
the door, with a picture.” Andrew. Just when I thought things were
going so well, now this shit. Damn, and here a little over a week
and reality rears its ugly head, killing every ounce of happiness I
have.

“Snake and Gunner were in the office. They
were talking about taking some bonds to help a bail bondsmen out,
when they left for five minutes and came back, they spotted it. But
the bear isn’t the issue. It’s the picture.” Shit, he did say
picture.

“Do I wanna know?” Because I don’t know if I
can take anymore shit right now.

“Not sure. Let’s not worry about it until we
get there.” Wolf is trying to be reassuring, but all I want now is
to lock myself away and say fuck you, but I can’t. I’m a whole lot
stronger than that now. Both Wolf and Hawk have shown me that I can
be more than a scaredy cat. I nod and look straight ahead, as we
fly through the back roads home.

Wolf gets us back to the office in an hour,
thanks to his lead foot and no red lights. Gunner and Snake are
sitting inside, one on the couch, and the other at my desk. Gunner
smiles at me before he stands and hugs me, engulfing me.

“It’s all good, suga, we gonna get him, I
promise you that.” Shit, something must be up if Gunner is being
nice. I make my way to my chair, sitting and waiting to hear
everything. When no one starts to talk, I growl in frustration.

“Seriously I’m gonna be fine. But I need to
know what the picture is.” I had time to think about all this on
the drive back to the shop, and I want to know.

“Well you see, it’s umm.” But no one says
anything but they exchange looks.

“Spit it out.” To emphasis my point, I put my
hands on my hips like I would if I was scolding a small child.

“It’s a picture of you at the shop with
Shay,” Snake says while he actually hands me a cup of coffee.

“So, that’s not a big deal.”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t think that either, but
they are of you at the certain shop, trying on things. But it’s
what’s in your hand. Something purple.” Gunner looks down, as if he
is embarrassed. Then it hits me, the sex toys.

“Umm, okay, so does it say anything, or just
a picture?”

“We will get to play soon,” Wolf says as he
wraps his arms around me. Damn it Andrew just won’t go away!

“Okay, well sure, he saw me toy shopping. But
you know what, he’s a coward. He’s too chicken shit to come to me,
but leaves a goddamn bear trying to scare me. I’m so fucking sick
and tired of this shit.” My blood is boiling mad. How dare he do
this to me, to people I am starting to care about. Then it hits me,
he wants me, no one else. I should leave and make sure he is out of
my life completely before I move on.

“Calm down, baby. You’re doing what he wants
you to do. I can see the wheels spinning in your little head. Stop
it. He is a piece of rat shit under your boots. Ignore him.” Hawk
kisses the top of my head and turns to the others. “Can ya hang out
for a bit? We have some people coming in. Simple shit, Zoey already
put it in the computer.” I stand there, feeling like an idiot as
they talk for a minute. I’m so not in the mood. Maybe I just need
to work, but as I make my way to my chair, Wolf grabs my arm and
starts to drag me away.

“We’re going home,
chéri
.” Looking
between him and Hawk, I can see they are both dead set on me going
and not arguing. And really, I’m just not in the mood. But when I
go to sit down in the truck, something pokes at me, and I do mean
pokes in me. Damn butt plug. Home at last and the guys grab the
bags and I head inside.

“So why are we home and not at work?”

“Break,” Hawk states plainly.

“Really?” I ask, shocked.

“Yup. Why don’t you change into something
comfy and I’ll get us some drinks.” Being this was odd for them, I
go into the back room. I quickly grab my yoga pants and stretchy
tank top before heading into the bathroom. Since this is number
three for plugs, I’m kinda getting used to taking them out. I slide
it out, wincing slightly at the new feeling of being empty before I
wash it and set the thing on the counter. I pull off my jeans and
top, before sliding on my comfy pants. I love these things. For a
larger woman these hide all the bumps, and actually make my bubble
butt somewhat flattering. However, the front not so much. But I
don’t give a shit right now. Both men have seen me naked, and
touched everywhere that is more than a handful. Unable to stop the
blush that creeps over me, I remember all the sweet kisses, and the
various hickies and bite marks covering my skins. Deciding that I
really don’t want a bra on, I slip my hand behind and snap my
boulder holder off, taking a deep sign when the girls bounce free.
Shirt on, hair pulled up into a messy bun, I make my way to the
living room. Hawk is sprawled on one side of the couch, and Wolf on
the other. Not wanting to upset either, I sit in the middle. This
is the first time I don’t really know what to think about us. I
mean, how many people have ménage relationships that actually work.
What would people say? Sure, they would see me with them and think
they were only with me out of pity. What if one gets jealous, and
they fight, can I pick one over the other. Damn, why didn’t I think
if any of these damn things?

“Hey, baby, stop thinking.” Hawk tugs on my
hair and I realize both men are looking at me and not the TV.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,
chéri
. Here, put your feet
on my lap and I’ll rub them.” But the choice is taken away from me
when Hawk shifts me so I lay on him, and my feet fall on Wolf’s
lap. Okay, so maybe they don’t have issues, but I guess it’s one of
those things only time will tell.

Hawk puts on some cop movie with a lot of
action, which keeps my mind occupied. At some point Hawk leaves to
grab some food. Personally, I don’t have an issue with cooking, but
he said he wants us to just relax today. I use this time to snuggle
into Wolf, enjoying the time we have.

“You know, you never have to choose, right?”
I lift my head and look at him in confusion.

“Me or Hawk, there is no competition. We both
care for you, you’re ours. Sure, we will fight and get pissed at
each other, but that doesn’t mean we won’t find a way to work it
out. Plus it will never be about our relationship. So stop
worrying. I know that’s what you’re doing.” Damn, how the hell did
he know? I nod and this pacifies him as his head lowers, kissing me
softly. The sound of the door opening stops us and I look to see
Hawk walking in with Chinese food. Damn, a man after my own heart.
But I also spot another bag.

“Dessert.” Winking at me, he walks to the
kitchen and sets everything up. The day and night is peaceful. We
talk about things that don’t spin around work, but us. As the day
turns to night, I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. I must have
fallen asleep as the bed shifts beneath me. I spin to see Hawk and
Wolf getting out of bed.

“What’s wrong? Everything okay?” It’s odd for
both of them to leave.

“Nah, babe. The silent alarms are going off
at the office. We have police on their way, just wanna make sure
everything is okay.”

“Both of you need to go?” Something isn’t
sitting right with me. It seems too odd.

“It’s okay,
chéri
. These things
happen. But half the time they need us both there to check in and
such. Gunner and Snake are hunting down a lead. We’re only going to
be gone an hour at the most. Go back to sleep.” Wolf leans over and
kisses my forehead, and Hawk kisses my lips, leaving me empty and
longing for more.

“Go back to sleep.” His commanding presence
is always there. “When the guys call, we’re sending them to keep a
lookout downstairs.” It looks like he wants to say more, but he
turns and leaves. Closing my eyes, I listen to the door as it shuts
before allowing sleep to take me.

Keys, banging, crashing. What the hell is
that noise? I call out, but no one answers. Looking at the side
clock, I see its well after two in the morning. Grabbing the small
burn phone, I find the number to Hawk.