Seducing the Chambermaid [Notorious Nephilim 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (18 page)

In addition to using the bathroom counter for their sport, once they spread Blair out on the dining room table—the same table where all the owners had lunch on that fateful day—and took turns licking her pussy until she came three times in a row.

By the end of the first week she begged for a few days off. Her entire groin was raw, and her ass cheeks were black and blue. They agreed, telling her over and over how sorry they were that they’d hurt her. Blair had to convince them they hadn’t hurt her, but she did remind them that she was human even if they weren’t, and she needed to take a breather once in a while. Despite being sore and tired, Blair spent four days in a state of constant arousal and couldn’t wait to get back to their routine.

Every day fresh flowers showed up in the suite, always with a card signed by both Leo and Andras. Sometimes in the evenings they’d walk outdoors, around the lake Blair loved so much.

When it rained, they’d stay in the suite and Leo would try to teach her how to play poker, but she’d always lose, and that earned her swats with the flogger. She pretended to be upset, but in reality she yearned for more. Spanking her aroused both of them so much that she found ways to provoke them into doing it, so her subsequent hours with them in bed were more intense. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough of her angels.

On July
2nd, two days before the scheduled fireworks display and picnic in celebration of Independence Day, Blair walked arm in arm with Leo and Andras around Deer Lake. The sun was setting, bathing the forest in soft purple and gold light. It wasn’t unusual to see small animals on their walks, but something about the way the twigs snapped in the distance that evening caused Blair to stop walking and squint into the trees.

“Oh God,” she whispered, clutching their arms tighter.

“What is it?” Andras turned his head to follow her gaze, a frown on his face.

“Men. I saw two men. In the woods.” She let go of his arm and pointed. Her hand trembled, and her arm felt so weak she had to lower it as soon as she’d indicated the spot to Andras.

“Are you sure?” Leo watched the area she’d indicated, but nothing was there. Blair hadn’t imagined it. She knew as sure as she knew her own name that she’d seen two men in the woods. All three listened for more twigs snapping or other evidence people were walking in the woods, but the only sound was the breeze.

“Blair,” said Andras, “if there were men in the woods, we’d still hear them walking. Are you sure it wasn’t a just a trick of the light? It’s nearly dark.”

“I guess you’re right.” Andras had a good point. Why hadn’t they heard further footfalls?

“It was probably nothing,” said Leo. Blair snapped her gaze to his face. Something in the tone of his voice suggested he didn’t mean what he’d just said, but then an easy grin spread over his features and the moment was gone. “Come on,” he said, tucking her arm into his. “Let’s go back.”

 

* * * *

 

Andras was worried about Blair. Ever since the other evening when they’d walked around Deer Lake and she thought she spotted someone in the woods, she’d been jumpy and distracted. She’d even asked him where he’d hidden the satchel of jewelry. After assuring her it was in the safe in his and Zach’s office, she still hadn’t completely relaxed.

The morning of Independence Day was bright and sunny. A cool breeze blew from the southwest, but the air held no threat of rain. “A fine day for picnics and fireworks,” said Andras, planting a sloppy kiss on Blair’s perfect mouth as she exited the shower.

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Blair, this is your favorite holiday. Why so glum?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

He didn’t want to spoil the day by talking about what she thought she’d seen in the woods, so he smacked her right ass cheek, hoping to distract her. “Obviously Leo and I aren’t keeping you happy enough in bed.”

She almost laughed. He could tell she was trying not to. “If you two kept me any happier I’d never walk again.”

“Walking is overrated.” He picked her up and twirled her around until she begged him to let her down before she threw up. “At least I made you laugh,” he said. “I love your laugh, Blair.”

“Your flattery won’t work, Andras. Go away so I can finish getting ready.” She smiled as she said it, and Andras had to use every ounce of willpower to leave the room.

“Hurry up,” he called over his shoulder, trying not to stare at her ass as he did so. “We don’t want to miss any of the fun.”

They were among the last to arrive on the wide expanse of lawn out front along the edge of Deer Lake where the various tents had been set up. The resort was full, so there were fifty guests, all the staff, and the owners milling about. The smell of funnel cakes, cotton candy, and hot dogs filled the air.

“What would you like to do first?” Andras asked. Blair looked around, but her gaze was trained beyond the tents on the opposite shore. Wishing they’d set up the activities behind the resort instead, he took Blair’s arm and led her to the sack races. “Come on. I’ll bet we can beat Leo and any person from this crowd of his choosing.”

“I doubt it,” said Leo, scanning the crowd.

When they reached the tent to enter the next race, Andras and Blair watched as Leo tried to persuade Sally, one of the front desk clerks, to enter the race with him. “Oh, no,” she said, glancing toward Blair and Andras. “Last year I sprained my ankle doing this with you. Go ask Cindy or Madge.”

Andras followed Sally’s pointing finger to where a group of chambermaids stood huddled together, giggling as they ate cotton candy. As Leo approached, broad grins covered their faces. Cindy piped up first, glancing toward Blair with a knowing smile. Andras had no idea if the rest of the housekeeping staff knew Blair had moved into Leo’s suite, but he suddenly wished he’d checked first. The last thing he wanted to do was give her something else to worry about. This was a day to have fun, not endure nasty gossip.

Leo and Cindy sauntered toward them, arms linked. Eight additional couples had entered the same race. Andras slipped the sack up to their waists. Next to him, Leo leaned close to whisper in his ear. “No cheating.”

He turned a steady gaze on Leo. “Not a chance. Can’t have anyone notice, after all.” He cut his gaze to Cindy, who was straining to hear what they said.

Blair gave Andras a sly grin and mouthed, “Are you going to use your powers?”

He didn’t have a chance to answer because the gun went off. Twice Leo and Cindy nearly got ahead of him and Blair, but in the last few seconds he did push with his powers, just a little. He and Blair sprinted to the front of the pack, crossing the finish line several leaps ahead of the next couple behind them.

Blair collapsed on top of him before he could disentangle them from the sack. She laughed, and Andras’s heart soared. It had been worth using his powers a little just to see her relax. Their prize was a cheap trophy, but she cradled it as if it were made of pure gold.

Leo wanted to run a race with her next, but she said it wouldn’t be fair.

“Why not?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at Andras. “I didn’t use my powers, Andras.”

“Neither did he,” said Blair. “Let’s play some games. How about ring toss? I love that one.”

 

* * * *

 

Blair didn’t know why she’d lied for Andras. Maybe it had been the sight of Cindy and Leo, locked arm in arm as they made their way to the tent to enter the sack races? The jealousy that had coursed through her surprised her with its intensity. It was only a game, after all. But she didn’t want to share Leo and Andras with anyone.

She made sure to pay attention to both men as they tried to toss rings over the openings of bottles. When Leo did five in a row, earning him choice of a large prize, Blair clapped and cheered. She didn’t care if he had used his powers. He let her choose the prize, and she pointed to a large leopard.

When Leo handed it to her, she hugged it tight and buried her face in its fake fur. “What should I name it?”

“Name it?” he asked. “You have to name a stuffed animal?”

Andras laughed. “Of course she does.”

“How about Lilith?” Leo’s deadpan suggestion made Blair giggle.

“I wouldn’t dare,” she said.

“What’s next?” asked Andras. “Are you hungry?”

“No, but I’d love a snowball.”

Andras held her leopard and trophy while Blair licked the cherry-flavored shaved ice. Leo watched her with unbridled lust in his eyes. “We may have to borrow some of that syrup,” he said.

Blair nearly choked on the ice in her mouth at the suggestion. She playfully punched him in the arm while at the same time imagining all the delicious new ways they could pleasure each other with sugary syrup added to the mix.

The day went much too fast, but Blair was excited to see fireworks again, so she wasn’t sad as dusk drew near. She and her two angels chose a place on the lawn near the fringes of the crowd. While Leo took her armful of prizes back to his suite, Andras moved behind her and wrapped his arms and legs around her. She leaned into his muscular frame and closed her eyes for a moment.

This had been a perfect day, and it still wasn’t over. After the fireworks, the band was going to play, and she’d have the chance to dance with both men again. Leo returned just before they started shooting off fireworks. He sat close to Blair and placed a strong hand on her thigh. She shivered at his touch, even though the night was warm.

The fireworks reminded Blair of her childhood, and she smiled through the entire show. The crowd around her faded away, and even Leo and Andras became secondary characters in her consciousness as she watched the exploding lights over the lake. Never one to cover her ears at the sound, she sat transfixed, her face tilted up, gasping as each rocket-burst of light and sound exploded over their heads.

It seemed to end too soon, and during the finale she clapped and cheered, rising to her feet along with the crowd. As she turned around to face Andras and Leo, one of the desk clerks ran toward them. Blair’s pulse raced at the look of anxiety on the man’s face.

“Mr. Fallon, Mr. Neville...” The man, whose name Blair finally remembered was William, was gasping and out of breath. “There’s been some…trouble. In the lobby.” He glanced around, as if he were unsure what do to or where to go.

Leo placed a hand on Andras’s shoulder. “Get Blair back to my suite.”

Before she could protest or ask William what kind of trouble he was talking about, Andras took her arm and ran with her toward the nearest door.

Chapter Eighteen

 

“I can’t just sit here without knowing what’s going on.” Blair had been pacing the floor in Leo’s suite for close to half an hour. Nothing Andras said had been able to calm her down. He even made her a cup of tea but she only drank a few sips.

The door finally opened, and Blair sprinted toward Leo. The look on his face caused her to stop in her tracks. “Oh, God. I was right. They’ve found me.” When Zach and Emmett strolled in behind him, Blair clutched Andras’s arm for support. She didn’t want to faint again.

“You’d better sit down,” said Leo.

“Tell me what’s going on.”

“Sit down first,” said Leo. His gaze was serious. Blair took a seat on the edge of the sofa, still clutching Andras.

“Blair, Andras and I owe you an apology. We should have believed you the other evening when we were walking around Deer Lake. You did see two men in the woods.”

She let out the breath she’d been holding. There was no sense of vindication. She only felt terror.

“They tried to get in the resort while the fireworks were going on.”

“What? Where are they? Did they get away? How will—”

Leo held up a hand. “They’re still here. We”—he cut his glance toward Emmett, who was grinning like an idiot—“detained them indefinitely.”

“You killed them?” she whispered.

Leo shook his head. “No. They’re not dead.”

“Who are they? Do they work for Frankie?”

“We were hoping you could tell us that,” said Zach.

“What?”

Leo took her other hand. “Blair, we’d like you to come downstairs with us and tell us if they’re the same men who were at your father’s house, looking for you. Or if you recognize them at all.”

“I can’t.”

“Love, you’re the only one in this room who can.” Leo’s voice was soft and tender, in direct contrast to the intense look in his eyes.

Blair rose and followed the men downstairs, still hanging onto Andras’s arm. They walked behind the front desk and started down the basement stairs. In a small room off to the left, two men in dark clothing slumped against the wall. Their hands were tied behind their backs, and their ankles were bound. Handkerchiefs had been stuffed into their mouths, but she’d know their faces anywhere.

“Are you sure they aren’t dead?” she whispered.

“They’re unconscious,” said Zach in a quiet voice.

“Do you recognize them?” asked Leo.

Blair nodded. “Those were the two men in my house.”

“Let’s go up to the office and figure out what to do next,” said Zach.

This time when Andras offered her tea, Blair took it. One sip told her he’d put something stronger in it than honey, but she didn’t comment. She drank greedily, letting the booze warm the chill that had descended in her bones.

“If we kill them,” said Leo, “Frankie will bring a war down on our heads.”

The other men nodded in agreement.

“What about sending them back like this, as a warning?” suggested Emmett.

Andras shook his head. “No. Frankie tried to worm his way in here once before. If we rough up his men, he’ll be all over us like white on rice.”

“Then give him what he wants,” suggested Zach.

Blair blinked several times, staring at Zach. Had she heard him correctly?

“Give him the damn jewelry. Isn’t that what he’s after?”

“He’ll know Blair took it and brought it here,” said Leo. “He’ll kill her.”

“Not if we make it look like his own men found it, then tried to steal it for themselves.”

They nodded slowly, but all Leo did was frown. “I’m not convinced he won’t still come looking for Blair.”

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