STORY EXCERPT

“Stephanie Cooper.”

“Hi, Stephanie. It’s Gabe Laughton.”

Jesus Christ. Gabe Laughton.

She bolted up, bubble-bath water sloshing over the lip onto the floor in several waves. “Damn it,” she muttered.

She heard Gabe chuckle on the other end of the phone. “That happy to hear from me, huh?”

“Oh, no, it’s not that. Just my own clumsiness. I’m in the tub and—”

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

“I’m sorry to bother you then. I’ll just take a minute.”

She dropped a towel over the mess and sank back into the warm water. Why she’d let herself get flustered over a call from Gabe Laughton was beyond her imagining. Just because he was part of the alpha’s pride and a very important member of the colony, not to mention a federal marshal, didn’t mean she should act beyond insane from a mere phone call. But it sure as hell meant she shouldn’t be telling him about being naked in the tub.

“I have a favor to ask of you.”

She lurched upright again, sending another mini-wave onto the floor. This time she ignored it and focused. Okay, a phone call was no reason for insanity, but a favor? She’d be guaranteed membership in the inner circle by doing a favor.

“Name it, Gabe. Whatever I can do.”

Suck up.

“I have a witness, a somewhat troublesome witness. I’m sure you know the drill, but…”

Wow. She couldn’t believe Gabe thought she’d know the drill. She kept abreast of almost everything in Homeland, particularly anything pertaining to the secretive paranormal division, but she had very limited knowledge of what they did in Witness Protection. Just his confidence in her possible knowledge made her do a little happy dance in the tub as visions of being part of the powerful elite in Catamount flashed through her head, but his next words brought her down to earth with a crash.

“What do you think?”

Damn. She’d been so busy dancing she’d missed the entire favor.

“I lost you for a second, Gabe. Could you repeat that?”

“Sorry, I keep forgetting you’re out by the forest. Lots of cell interference out there. I would have come by the office, but I wanted to run this by you without any outside influence. It’s your call, after all.”

“I appreciate that.”

“I’m handling this man—Dylan Winston—and I’m spending far too much of my time and energy. I’ve done everything I can for him, but I can’t seem to get anywhere with him. He should be settled by now, but he’s balking at everything I throw at him. He’s been at Cattail, and we’ve tried every occupation on the ranch, trying to get him interested in getting back into life. Even offered him a spot on the Tomcats. He’s not interested.”

With the topic of Tomcats, her mind slid to Claire, but she pulled away from those thoughts.

“He has issues, of course. His extraction was less than ideal, and he’s been through a lot.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“He’s determined to go back into the field, and that’s not an option, at least not the field he’s used to. Not by a long shot. He doesn’t seem to understand the concept of witness protection. We thought, though, if we got him back into the fray doing something at least similar, make him feel like he’s making a difference, he might find some purpose and give up the idea of resuming his old life, which, whether he wants to believe it or not, is now defunct.”

“You want to put him on my team.”

“That’s the idea, yes. We know you wanted Westin, but I heard Jake is happy where he is right now.”

“I’ve changed his mind.” She heard the sing-songy glee in her own voice and gritted her teeth. Damn it. I sound like a fucking cheerleader. Be professional. “He’s coming in next week.”

“Good for you, Stephanie. The alpha and I knew you were the person for this assignment.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“So what do you think of another team member?”

Another man would give her an actual team, one she could be proud of, an entire cadre of professionals she could parlay into a real assignment in Homeland, maybe even in the Boston office…

“Would that work for you?”

Fuck. She pounded the phone against her head.

“I’m sorry, Gabe. I lost you again.”

He chuckled. “We’ll have to get you a new plan. I’ll handle that tomorrow. The alpha and I discussed the possibility of Winston joining your crew, and he thought the idea held merit. What do you think?”

Ah, the problem witness. Babysitting duty. Crap.

“I assume he has…skills?”

“A seasoned agent. You couldn’t ask for a better skillset.”

Except he was compromised in the field and had to run. Not such a good thing.Lots of baggage there.

ADULT EXCERPT

“You’re beautiful, Steph,” Dylan said. “If you could see what I see, you’d come from the image alone.”

“I’ve never seen anything hotter,” Jake said. He slid his hand down his cock, the veins dark within the turgid flesh, and cupped his balls, squeezing gently. “Touch your breasts, squeeze your nipples. We want to see you pleasure yourself.”

She obeyed, leaning back and sliding both hands slowly up her stomach to cup her breasts. They felt heavy, aching. She caressed them, sweeping high then moving lower to fall under the curves. She squeezed them together, plumping them full and high, and then she dipped her head and swiped her tongue over a nipple, the aching bud now wet and juicy. Jake groaned.

She pinched her nipples between her fingers, tugging them outward and twisting until they were both raw and tender, throbbing with the need for a mouth to suck and soothe. Her hips began to move again, rocking on the stool, the dildo angled to slide over her G-spot with every motion. She shuddered with each pass, wanting to come, needing to come, but also wanting to prolong the pleasure until both of her men had spilled their cum. But her clit needed attention so she slid her finger between her pussy lips and stroked gently, just enough to take the edge off…

Jake groaned, and Stephanie felt a thrill of excitement as she watched his legs tense and his back arch. His head fell back, and when he gave his cock one final tug, it jerked in his hands, and streams of creamy cum pulsed from the head, spurting onto his stomach and dripping down on to the sheet. He continued to massage the straining cock until the jets had lessened to a trickle, and then he shuddered and lay still.

Within a moment, Dylan lurched off his chaise and stalked toward her, stroking his cock. When he stood within inches of her, she saw the pre-cum dotting the head. She leaned forward and gave it a lick. She wrapped her lips around the plump head, loving the salty taste and the smooth feel, and Dylan clamped his cock in a fist and began to pump in earnest, his body tense. She wrapped her hands around his hips and slid them back to grip his ass. With one jerk, she pulled him toward her, his cock sliding to the back of her throat. He thrust into her mouth several times then pulled out.

“Your breasts…squeeze them.” His voice sounded rough, raw.

She squeezed her breasts together again, and he slid his cock between them. The slide of his flesh between her soft mounds made her clit quiver and pulse, aching for her touch, but she kept her hands on her breasts, pushing them together, wrapping his cock in the tender flesh, and soon, he came, his cock hot and heavy, the pulses twitching against her skin. Jets of hot cum coated her breasts and shot toward her face. Her pussy clenched around the dildo, and his juices coated her lips and trickled down, ticking her skin.

She lapped at the cum on her face, licking what she could find, and when Dylan slumped to his knees in front of her, head down, his hair hanging in his face, she began to bounce in earnest, her butt slapping against the straps, her pussy clenching around the plastic dick. Her muscles tightened, and her pussy clamped hard on the dildo. Then she moved one finger to her clit. With one slide, she shattered and screamed with her release, her body bucking and driving the plastic cock deeper inside her juicy pussy as her body slammed down.

Riding out the orgasm, each sensation harder and more intense than the last, she continued to bounce and rock until, finally, the pleasure began to taper. She quivered, and tiny flutters pulsed deep inside her pussy. She fell back, and kneeling behind her now, Jake caught her in his arms. She hadn’t even known he’d moved. He wrapped his arms around her, and she laid her head back on his chest. Dylan lifted from the floor and smothered her mouth with his, his tongue plunging between her lips and stealing her breath, licking the remaining cum from her lips.

She bounced once, twice, three times, chasing those last few pulses of the orgasm, her finger lightly circling her slippery clit and wringing out several more moments of pleasure.

Jake lifted her off the plastic cock and held her in his arms. She cupped her hands around his face and brought his lips to hers for a hungry, wet kiss.

The plastic dick had been heavenly, the bouncing stool a delight, but she ached now for a real cock, one buried so deep inside her that it touched every inch of her in warm, wonderful ways.

“Are you ready for round two?” Jake whispered against her mouth.

“I can’t wait to see what else we can do with that chair.”