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Authors: Jo Davis

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Katrina laughed softly and settled in, too. Michael tried to recall when he’d ever been so content. At peace with the world. Holding safe in his arms the two people that he . . . loved.
Yes, loved.
This wasn’t conventional, wasn’t what he’d expected to find, and some people wouldn’t approve. But he didn’t give a damn. They were his and he wasn’t about to give them up for anyone. No one, not Dietz or even Satan himself, was going to take them away from him.
No matter what he had to do, no matter the price, he would keep them safe.
And that meant finding Dietz, ridding the earth of that scum once and for all.
 
“What’s he doing in there?” Bastian frowned at the closed office door and listened to Michael yelling, and felt sorry for whomever he was talking to on the phone.
Katrina crossed her arms over her chest, causing her breasts to plump over the cups of her swimsuit. “Three guesses.”
“Sorry, stupid question.”
For the past four days, their lover had been driving himself—and everyone else—crazy searching for the slightest hint of Dietz’s whereabouts. No one had escaped Michael’s wrath. The man was a fucking ghost, vanished into thin air since SHADO had converged on his abandoned hotel room.
“Finding out that bastard was responsible for Maggie’s murder has really done a number on him,” Katrina said, eyes shadowed with worry. “I wish I knew how to help them find him.”
“Me, too. I have a few contacts, but some of them are street people, and communicating with them means I have to go out. There’s only so much I can do from here, and when I proposed that I leave to get in touch with some of them, he freaked out.”
She cupped his face. “He just worries about you. So do I. You’re not completely healed, even if you want us to think otherwise. And, anyway, there’s no sense in making yourself a target again. Do you really want to do that to Michael or me?”
“No, baby. I wouldn’t.” She didn’t have to remind him of his disastrous sting operation. He carried the reminders with him every day when he struggled not to let them see that his body still ached some, that his limp was worse when they weren’t looking.
“Should we try to go in?” he asked. Mostly to get her mind off his injuries.
“All he can do is growl and tell us to get lost.” She shrugged.
“Okay, let’s do it.”
He pushed in, with her trailing him, and took in Michael’s ragged appearance. The man was sitting in his rolling chair, bare feet propped on his desktop. He hadn’t shaved in a day or two and wore a pair of old, torn jeans that sat low on his hips. His faded blue T-shirt had the sleeves ripped out, showing off the bulge of his biceps. Bastian might have appreciated the sight if it wasn’t for the circles under his eyes and the fatigue etched on his handsome face.
“Yeah, I’ve heard that before, so start singing another tune for me or life is going to get unpleasant for you, Lenny.” Pause. “Shit flows straight downhill, you know that. Get me a lead on this cock-sucker, or I’m going to have to switch to a more reliable snitch.”
“Reliable snitch? Is that an oxymoron?” Katrina whispered in Bastian’s ear.
Michael looked up and saw them standing there. “Listen, I gotta go. Call me soon.” Hanging up, he took in their gloomy expressions. “What?”
Katrina waved a hand at him. “Have you eaten at all today? Something more than a bar of that cardboard granola, I mean.”
“Sure. I had a banana.” His jaw was set stubbornly.
“When?”
“Earlier.”
“Like, yesterday, I’ll bet.” When he didn’t deny the charge, she regarded him with a mixture of love and exasperation written on her face. Walking over to him, she sat in his lap, and his arms went around her. Linking her arms around his neck, she nuzzled his ear. “If you don’t eat right and get some sleep, you’re not going to have any fuel for the fun stuff.”
“I will
always
have the energy to play, sexy, so don’t worry. But I also want the three of us to feel safe stepping off the property, and in order for that to happen—”
“We know, the asshole has to be caught. Might go faster if you’d let us help,” she pointed out.
Their lover shook his head. “No. I went that route once before and look how it turned out,” he said, gesturing to Bastian. “No way is that happening again.”
Bastian struggled not to take it as a slap against his ability as an agent or an affront to his masculinity, and failed. He knew Michael’s heart was in the right place, but the man’s attitude was tough on his bruised ego. “I’m not a child. I’m a man, a trained agent, and in spite of the last fiasco, I’m damned good at what I do.” Anger crept into his tone. “I’m almost healed, so let me do what I can. What you hired me for.”
“Believe me, I know you’re all man.” When Michael’s teasing didn’t produce the smile he’d hoped for, he relented. “Okay, I’ll compromise. You oversee my office from here, take over this list I’ve got going with leads from some of our contacts.
I’ll
hit the street and see what I can learn from there. That’s the deal—take it or leave it.”
Bastian returned his arch stare. “That doesn’t sound much like a compromise. But I’ll take it
if
you take Blaze with you and promise to at least wear a disguise. And if you swear you’ll book it home at the first sign of trouble.”
“Done.”
“When will you go?”
“Tomorrow night. I’ll call Emma and get her to come along and bring some simple things, like street clothing and a wig.”
“That should work. Anything we can do now?” he asked, including Katrina in the question.
“Not at the moment, thanks.”
“Take a break and come to the pool with us?” she asked hopefully.
“Later, okay? I’m going to chase a few more leads and then see what Mrs. Beasley has to eat. I’ll be along as soon as I can.”
She exchanged a knowing look with Bastian. Their guy was running himself into the ground. Sliding off Michael’s lap, she stood and poked a finger in his chest. “You’ve got two hours, or we’re coming to drag you away from here. Got it?”
His lips quirked. “Yes, dear.”
After giving him a slow kiss, she turned and marched out. Bastian smirked at his partner. “Better listen. I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of her temper when she’s pissed.”
“We will eventually. We’re guys,” his friend quipped. “But I won’t risk bringing her wrath down on my head any sooner than necessary.”
“Good plan. See you later.” They exchanged a smile that went straight to Bastian’s cock. God, the man was like a piece of chocolate—smooth, tasty, and hard to resist.
“Definitely.” He made the one word seem like a delicious fact.
Bastian sauntered out, his mood much improved with the headway they’d made with their lover. Michael had said he’d share the load and take a break, and he wasn’t a man to go against his word. The day was beginning to improve.
At the pool, he joined his lady, and things took a definite turn for the better. They dove and splashed for a while, chasing each other and generally horsing around. When Katrina decided to swim a few laps, he gave in to the temptation of enjoying the warm day. Venturing onto the patio, he spread his towel in the grass off to one side, and, removing his trunks, sprawled on his back. Gloriously naked, he basked like a lizard for about five minutes before a shadow loomed over him.
“You’re going to sunburn the important bits, and then where will we be?”
Opening his eyes, he squinted at the beautiful redhead. “I don’t suppose you have any suggestions on how to provide me with shade, do you?”
“Oh, I believe I have just the thing.”
Bastian’s cock thickened as Katrina peeled off her bikini bottoms and top, tossing them over his discarded trunks. She stalked him like a graceful cat until she stood over him, one foot on either side of his hips. The position gave him an unrestricted view of everything the woman had been blessed with, which was quite stunning indeed.
“Bring yourself down here, baby.”
She lowered herself to sit straddling his thighs, his turgid cock poking up in front of her insistently. Her fingers found his sac and kneaded. Manipulated his balls with delicious pressure. She moved to crouch between his legs and grasped his aching shaft with her other hand, squeezing. He moaned low in his throat, his shaft throbbing. His entire body was strung tense as a bowstring from wanting this pleasure with her for the past four days.
Fisting him, she pumped his length from head to base. Slow and excruciating. Building the heat of silken friction. Bending, she flicked out her pink tongue and tasted the broad head. Licked a drop of pre-cum, causing mini shocks to zip down his shaft.
Out of the corner of his eye, a movement caught his attention. Turning his head, he got another shock—John, Michael’s hunky security man, standing frozen at the edge of the patio, a big erection tenting the front of his khaki slacks. Katrina followed Bastian’s gaze and smiled invitingly.
“Well, hello. Like what you see?” she purred.
The man nodded in mute fascination, eyes wide.
“Why don’t you pull up a seat and enjoy?”
With that, she took Bastian in her mouth. He was certain he’d die from the sheer ecstasy of her expert sucking, not to mention the arousal they’d caused in their voyeur. He groaned, lifting his hips, granting her better access, and the man a better view. Silently pledged his body to her wishes. Fascinated, he watched his cock disappear between her sensual lips, loving the warm, slick sheath sucking him, her shiny red hair pulled to the side in a way that ensured his view. Did John like what he saw?
A quick glance gave him the answer. John was sitting on a lounger, pants opened and pushed to his hips, and he was fisting his own gorgeous cock with enthusiasm.
“Sexy,” Bastian whispered, and the man groaned.
John was a captive audience, observing Katrina kneeling between his splayed thighs, eating him like a stick of candy. Enjoying the show. The idea torched Bastian from head to toe, and he hissed, grabbing a fistful of the towel underneath him. He nearly lost control, so close to shooting down his lover’s slim throat, and was forced to urge her gently from his sensitized cock.
“Easy. I want to last.” He pointed to the towel. “On your hands and knees?”
“Mmm, with pleasure.” She knelt, ass in the air, making sure John would see everything from his angle.
Bastian inhaled, loving the rich scent of her arousal as she spread her legs. The sun played on her sleek skin, illuminated the pink, glistening slit so wet and ready for his cock. The animal in him snarled, demanding that he fuck her hard and fast in front of the handsome security man, show him what belonged to Bastian.
He got into position behind her, laying one hand on the firm, round globe of her rear as he used the fingers of his other hand to rub her moist folds. She moaned, arching her spine as he spread her cream, teased her tiny clit. Next, he parted her folds and plunged two fingers into her channel, driving her to near insanity.
“You want it? You need me to fuck you right here in front of John, so he knows who belongs inside you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, backing into his touch. Opening herself wider.
“Beg me.”
“Please fuck me!”
Her broken plea nearly sent him over the edge for good. Every muscle trembled with the fierce urgency to take her. Withdrawing his fingers, he grasped her hips and guided the broad head of his cock between her folds. Nudged her entrance.
And then he pushed inside by inches, savoring her cry of joy. Relishing the sensation of her slick heat surrounding his dick. She opened for him like a flower, taking all of him. Seated to the hilt at last, he held himself deep and let the decadence of their fucking in front of a virtual stranger wash over him.
“God, it’s so good,” he rasped.
“Bastian! Fuck me now!”
Shaking, he withdrew to the tip, hovering at her entrance. She whimpered in protest. Growling in triumph, he slammed home, burying himself to the base. Filled her, grinding his balls against her juicy pussy. Then he pulled out and lunged again. And again. Hard and deep. Faster and faster.
Pounding into her relentlessly, he rejoiced in the dark, heady feeling of riding her to their satisfaction. There was nothing but the fire between his thighs as she met his thrusts. Suddenly, she cried out, her pussy convulsing around his thick shaft. Release tore through him and he pulsed his cum into her. On and on, spilling more than he’d ever thought possible, his eyes rolling back in his head, it was so damned good.
Even when he was finished, he remained inside her, coasting on the echoes of their lovemaking. A strangled sound from behind made him turn his head just in time to see John spurting white cum onto his flat belly, head thrown back, eyes closed.
“I’d say that was a success.” Bastian kissed her spine before pulling out and sitting cross-legged on the towel, and pulling Katrina onto his lap.

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