Authors: Ashley Shay
Tags: #Erotica, #Menage a Trois (m/f/m), #Menage Everlasting, #The American Heroes Collection
When her body stopped shaking, Morgan gently lifted her off his lap, drawing her close to place an urgent kiss on her lips. “We’ll be back after our shift, and this time I’m going to fuck you while you give
Tears still glistened on Jude’s cheeks from the intensity of her orgasm, and
“I’ll be thinking about you, and Morgan, too.” Jude looked at them a little desperately. “This isn’t like me to be so needy. What are you two doing to me?”
“We’re teaching you what pleasure is. Now get dressed, darlin’,” Morgan said. “We’ve got to get back to the station, and the door will be unlocked when we leave.”
* * * *
Jude dressed carefully, gingerly pulling her jeans up over the tender cheeks of her ass. She could feel the toy invading her as she finished dressing and walked to the stairs.
Can I sit down comfortably? she wondered.
Larger than the other plug, this one made her feel full and touched something pleasantly sensitive inside her body. The sensation felt forbidden and erotic, making her wonder what it would feel like to have both men inside her at once.
Walking down the stairs reminded her of the spanking she had received. Her ass protested the rub of her jeans as she maneuvered the steep narrow steps. Why were the two men so adamant she follow their every instruction? Did they really believe she wouldn’t do what she thought best for herself? Or was it a control thing? Maybe it was a male thing, needing to dominate the woman, sort of like caveman mentality, except Jude found herself being turned on by their macho display. It was a mystery to her. She couldn’t understand herself, let alone comprehend the men’s motivations in this sensual game of dominance.
With a feeling of surrender, Jude made her way back to the computer. She would look at the new products available from her favorite wholesaler and see if any Internet sales needed to be filled and shipped. Maybe that would take her mind off the self-analyzing she couldn’t seem to stop. Until now, Jude thought she knew herself quite well, but obviously, she had a hidden side that had decided to come out and play. It would take a while before she felt comfortable with this new person she found within herself.
The phone rang, and Jude picked it up, thankful to have the distraction. “Sinful Pleasures.”
“You’re the one that’s sinful,” a breathy male voice said. “A whore. You need to leave Parrish. We don’t need a pornography shop in our town, Jude Wheeler. If you don’t leave, bad things will happen to you.”
Jude took the phone away from her ear and looked at it. Who the hell did this creep think he was? Still holding the receiver at a distance, she gave him her standard answer for crackpots before dropping the handset onto the cradle.
“Thank you for calling. We appreciate your business.”
She could still hear the man talking as the phone clattered down, disconnecting him in midsentence. It wasn’t the first call she received that threatened her or told her she was sinful. She had been subjected to insults, threats, and long-winded sermons about how she should repent her wicked ways. In the beginning, those judgmental tirades bothered her, but not any longer. Jude had come to the conclusion that if they weren’t hassling her, they would have some other victim to harass.
Putting the caller out of her mind, she concentrated instead on the need she felt for Dallas and Morgan. Did they know she would feel this way? That every move she made and every breath she took seemed to make her eager muscles clench around the foreign object invading her body?
She wanted to feel them inside her with a need so raw it hurt. Maybe she could convince them she was ready when they came back to remove the plug.
Chapter Eight
In the fire station,
“You think we might be pushing her too much?”
Morgan shrugged one shoulder, looking into his coffee cup as if it held all the answers in the universe. “I don’t think so. I think it turns her on against her will.” He looked up at
“Yeah.”
Lifting his cup from the table, Morgan’s index finger traced random patterns in the ring of water the cup left on the wood. “I think we need to establish a pattern of control. She needs someone to take care of her, and we want to do that. She’s used to calling the shots and taking care of herself, but once she understands how much easier it is to let us handle certain things…”
“She’s afraid to give up control.”
“Exactly.”
Morgan glanced at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. “Less than an hour till our shift’s up. I think she can handle it that much longer.”
“Give her one more day and she should be ready for us.”
“She could take us both now—” Morgan’s words were interrupted by the clanging of the alarms. “Fuck!” He shook his head in exasperation at the same time he headed toward the brass pole running floor-to-ceiling through the center of the station. Grabbing the three-story post with both hands, he slid down easily, running to the waiting bunker gear the moment his feet hit the floor. Dallas stayed right on his tail, already yanking up the turnout pants and slipping his arms through the suspenders as Morgan slid his feet into the boots.
They gave each other a look as they piled into the cab of the ladder truck.
The lieutenant briefed the crew as they sped toward the blaze. “There’s an apartment fire at 3560 Sundown Lane. The house is fully engaged. No reports of anyone trapped inside so far.”
* * * *
Jude watched the fire trucks scream out of the station and knew the men wouldn’t be back for several hours. Disappointment made her shoulders sag. Their shift would have been over soon. She had been looking forward to having Morgan make love to her while she gave
After the menacing phone call earlier in the day, she needed something to lift her spirits. She thought it was unlikely the guys would come to see her after the fire. They usually returned exhausted from a legitimate call. She guessed they would be more interested in a hot shower than sex, especially if they ended up working a double shift.
Heading for the bathroom, Jude remembered
Her hands gingerly ran across the tender flesh of her buttocks. Yeah, they were still sore from the spanking.
This is ridiculous
.
I have a job to do. I need to ship out those two Internet orders and stop by to see Grandma and Tracey at the hospital. I’m just going to have to disobey them this time, and they are going to have to live with it.
Slamming the door to the bathroom, Jude knew it was a childish gesture of defiance, but it made her feel better. She took time to freshen up while thinking dark thoughts about Morgan and Dallas. Despite her attempt to stay annoyed with them, she couldn’t stop the sensual fantasies that left her feeling needful and restless.
A few minutes later, juggling two boxes and her purse, Jude fumbled with the deadbolt on Sinful Pleasure’s antique door. The oak wood had warped, causing the lock to settle unevenly. Muttering a curse, Jude slung her purse back over her shoulder and repositioned the boxes in her arms. Tomorrow she would call a locksmith to reset the deadbolt. In the meantime, she had to get the key to turn inside the lock.
Catching a glimpse of color from the corner of her eye, she realized that she wasn’t alone.
Preoccupied by the stubborn door, Jude almost missed seeing the man standing directly behind her. Startled by his closeness, Jude whirled around to face him. She dropped her keys while somehow managing to hold on to the packages without spilling them to the pavement.
“I–I’m closing the store a little early this evening,” she stammered. “Can you come back tomorrow?” She would have backed away from him, but the door kept her from retreating.
Behind the packages partially blocking her view, Jude caught a blur of movement. Belatedly, she realized the man had lifted his arm in a threatening gesture. She felt a shockingly hard blow to her head and then nothing. Her world faded into darkness.
The next conscious thing Jude remembered was the concerned face of Marcie Gray looking down at her. The older woman’s hazel eyes were filled with worry.
“Are you all right, honey, or should I call for an ambulance? I’ve already called the police. They’ll be here any minute.”
“I…I think I’m okay.” Jude reached up to touch her throbbing head. “Did you see the man who hit me?”
Marcie, owner of the bakery next door, squatted down beside Jude to get a better look at her injury. “I just caught a glimpse of him, sweetie. I didn’t see his face. It’s too bad the boys in the station are on a call. He wouldn’t have made it half a block if the men had seen him.” She reached a tentative hand to Jude’s shoulder. “Can you stand up?”
Jude got to her feet carefully, waiting for the dizziness that signaled a concussion. She didn’t feel dizzy or sick to her stomach. He must not have hit her that hard, although it felt plenty hard enough from the pain radiating in her skull.
“Did he take anything? My purse?” Jude looked down at the two packages he’d left lying on the sidewalk. She didn’t see her handbag.
Damn.
Her purse had been stolen once before on a trip to
A small crowd of curious onlookers had gathered around her now. One of the men standing nearby heard Jude ask about her purse and began a search of the area. Other members of the crowd halfheartedly looked around the building and shrubs, but they were more interested in peering through the windows to see what was inside Sinful Pleasures.
“Here it is,” the first man called, holding the purse over his head for her to see. “I found it under the bench. Doesn’t look like it’s been touched.”
“Thank you so much,” Jude offered. She took the purse from his outstretched hand and unzipped it. Looking inside with a frown of concentration, Jude did a quick mental inventory of the items she normally carried. “Nothing seems to be missing.” She looked from Marcie to the guy who found her purse. “Do you think he dropped it as he ran away?”
“Why didn’t he pick it up?” Marcie asked. “He would have had plenty of time.”
“Maybe he thought someone saw his face. Or maybe he felt like he’d run out of time and luck. Who knows?” The man gave a shrug, then looked over at the two uniformed officers pulling up to the curb in a blue-and-silver cruiser. “That’s fast response time. Must be a slow day.”
The male officer immediately began asking the crowd if they had seen what happened during the attack, and the woman officer came over to stand in front of Jude. The diminutive cop had to look up at her as she spoke.
“Do you need medical attention?”
“I’ll get checked out later,” Jude assured her, looking at the surrounding area as if seeing it for the first time with fresh eyes. “I don’t understand what happened. He left the packages and my purse. Why would a thief do that?”
“Maybe he wasn’t a thief,” the petite officer responded. “Can we go inside to fill out the report? You’ll be more comfortable there.”
“Of course.” Looking on the ground, Jude spotted the keys she had dropped when the man startled her. She bent down to pick them up, reliving the scene in her mind. “I saw him from the corner of my eye as I locked the door. I thought he was a customer, and I told him I’d already closed for the day. I asked if he could come back tomorrow, but he didn’t say anything. He just hit me on the head and ran.”
Inside the shop, the woman officer shut the door against curious eyes. She performed a quick inspection of the premises before settling down across from Jude to take her statement. Sticking out her hand in introduction, she gave Jude a firm handshake. “I’m Officer Sandra Trujillo. Can you tell me why anyone would want to harm you, Ms. Wheeler?”
Jude swept her arm around the room in explanation. “Some people think I’m promoting pornography here in Parrish. I’ve had calls preaching to me, threatening me, and obscene calls. I don’t take any of them seriously any longer. Most people support me in my business, but a few just want to vent or try to frighten me into closing the shop.”