Jordan, Olivia - Taletha's Salsa Sweethearts [Studio Seductions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

“You know it.”

Taletha almost came from the sensation of Morris’s cock gliding into her ass, almost exploded from being filled by two men at once.

She smiled at Adam. “Now it’s time for me to move.” She started to thrust, first down on Adam’s cock, then back up into Morris’s. She grinned as Adam strained against his restraints.

“I want to touch you,” he whined. “No, I need to touch you. I need to touch you right now.”

“You’re just going to have to wait until I get off,” Taletha said with a wicked grin. Then she closed her eyes and gasped as Morris reached up with one hand and started teasing a nipple. Taletha used it as an impetus to start playing with Adam’s chest and arms, scratching at the skin and making him squirm.

“Neither of you gets to come until I’ve gone first,” she gasped, not sure how long she’d actually be able to hold on as she pounded both men in and out of her.

“Not fair,” Adam moaned. “I don’t–I don’t know if I can hold back.”

Taletha was about to tease him in his bound condition when she suddenly felt Morris’s teeth nip at her shoulder.

“No cheating,” she gasped as her body started to burn with electricity.

“I’m not cheating. I’m just having fun.” This time, Morris sunk his teeth even deeper into her flesh. Taletha’s body exploded in a burst of heat. She sped up her thrusting even faster, trying to keep up with the pace of the pleasure that surged through every nerve. As her speed increased, she knew both Adam and Morris were goners. There was no way their bodies could resist. Just as she finished peaking, they both groaned at the same time, thrusting their hips even harder against her.

Taletha struggled not to collapse as Morris carefully pulled away. Once she slid off of Adam and unbound his wrists and slid the butt plug out of Morris’s trembling body, she flopped between them and gulped air, trying to control her frenetic heart rate.

“I love you both,” she murmured.

“I love you, too,” Adam said.

Morris smiled. “No doubt about it.”

“I’m hungry again.”

“After the workout we just had? I think we’re all hungry.”

“Someone else has to get the pizza in the fridge. My legs are shaking too hard.”

“I’ll go,” Morris offered.

“Hurry back,” Taletha said, a mock sternness in her voice. Then, her expression softened. “It’s not the same without you.”

Chapter Eight

They woke to the sound of breaking glass. The first thing Adam thought when he heard the smash and the sound of tinkling shards hitting the pavement was,
Whatever’s going on, it’s way too early
.

“What the hell?” Taletha murmured, trying to wake up.

Adam continued to struggle with his senses in the wake of the disorientation. Taletha’s bed was big, though not quite designed for three people. Still, while the three of them together made for a cozy fit, none of them could deny how comfortable it was to all be curled up together after a night of passion. But for Adam, something was really wrong. He fought with all of his might to fight the lethargy and warmth that surrounded his still-exhausted body and mind.

“Shhh, just go back to sleep,” Morris whispered. “It’s probably nothing.”

“No, no it isn’t,” Adam said, jumping out of bed and stumbling to the window. He’d suddenly realized what had been poking at the edges of his consciousness from the moment that the sound had ripped through his dreams. Throwing back the curtain, Adam’s face fell as his worst fears were confirmed. His car’s windshield had been smashed in, and both of the side view mirrors were completely gone. “That’s my car alarm, and—” He started getting dressed before he even finished the sentence

“Are you sure it’s yours?” Morris asked with a yawn.

“Those are my plates. Surrounded by a lot of broken glass, I might add.”

The other two were out of bed in a flash, pulling on clothes and following Adam outside. The cold morning air was an unpleasant sensation after the warmth of blankets and skin, and they all shivered as they inspected the damage. Looking around, he found the lot devoid of other people. His heart sank when he realized the perpetrator was probably already too far away to track down.

“Shit. What the hell happened?”

“I’ll call a tow truck,” Taletha said, and turned to run back inside.

“Who would do this?” Morris asked.

“I hope it was some freak accident,” Adam said, knowing full well that it wasn’t. “I’d hate to have to make an enemy first thing in the morning.

“Excuse me, gentlemen, but do you happen to know this woman?” A security guard walked up, dragging Emily behind him. Another security guard trailed a few feet back, holding a crowbar.

“As a matter of fact, we do,” Adam said. “And she’s not exactly a friendly face.”

“We think she might have something to do with this smashed-up car here. We have the police on their way, and we’re going to hold her until they come. You boys probably want to stay until they arrive.”

“Not like I’m going to attempt to drive with a smashed windshield, anyway,” Adam said.

“Pardon me, sir, but I have to ask…are you a guest of Miss Hendricks? We’re familiar with Mr. Vetter’s presence at this complex, but we’ve never seen you before.”

“Yes, we’re both her guests,” Adam said. “My name is Adam Prachett.”

“Pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise. I just wish it were under better circumstances.”

“May I ask what the two of you are doing here at this hour of the morning?”

Adam cast a glance at Morris, unsure of what to say. He didn’t want to reveal their romance to people in Taletha’s life before she was ready.

Fortunately, Morris was able to keep his cool. “The three of us were up late working on budgeting issues for the studio. I don’t know if you heard, but the place was vandalized yesterday, and while the insurance company will cover many of the repairs, it won’t cover all of the costs. It got late, we’d been drinking, and Taletha felt it best if we stayed the night with her rather than endangering ourselves and others.”

Adam held his breath, hoping that the security guard would buy the story or was at least discreet enough to pretend.

“Wait, would this be the same studio vandalism that was on the local news yesterday?”

“Unless there’s a studio vandalism spree going on in town, then yes, that would be the same one.” Morris turned his gaze on Emily. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that little disaster, would you?”

Emily turned her eyes toward the ground. “I want a lawyer.”

“Emily? What the hell is going on?” Taletha cried as she came out the door carrying a broom and a trash bag. “Did you smash Adam’s car?”

“We did catch her trying to hop the fence with this crowbar. We have a feeling that was how she managed to get in, too, but we’ll need to double-check the security cameras to be sure.”

“Emily, what is wrong with you? Did you vandalize the studio yesterday, too?”

“I want a lawyer.”

“Consider yourself fired.”

The sound of police sirens filing the air prevented Emily from retorting. Adam started to shake as two officers got out of the car and took out notepads.

“What seems to be the problem, folks?”

Adam’s head swam as they relayed the story to the police. Despite the adrenaline rushing through his system, the lack of sleep left him feeling drained. All he wanted to do was go back to bed.

Just as the police were finishing up with their questioning, Adam’s cell phone rang. He looked at the display and saw that it was the number of his building manager. “Excuse me, I think this is important.” He stepped away, allowing the police to talk to everyone else.

“Hello?”

“Adam, this is Jamie Barrett.”

“What’s up? You’re not usually at the office so early.”

“No, I’m usually not, but a visit from the police woke me up. Your next-door neighbor walked by your apartment on her way to work this morning and saw broken glass everywhere. You’d better get over here. The police need to ask you a few questions.”

Adam was suddenly back on high alert. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Snapping his phone shut, he turned to Taletha before remembering that his car had been destroyed.

“Shit!”

“What’s wrong?” Taletha asked.

“Someone broke into my apartment. I have to get over there to assess the damage and talk to the police...”

“A break-in?” one of the officers asked. “So you’re saying your car and apartment were targeted on the same day?”

“Sounds like it.”

“Are we all settled here?” Taletha asked. “I want to give Adam a lift back to his place.”

”We’ll follow you,” the other officer said. “I think we might want to fill our colleagues in on what happened this morning.”

“I’ll come, too,” Morris said. “It looks like you could use the support.”

Adam and Taletha hurried into her car. As she drove through the city, Adam rubbed his temples, trying to stave off the headache that was threatening to emerge.

“It’ll be okay,” Taletha said, rubbing her hand on his thigh.

“What if it won’t?”

“Just trust me. This will all work out somehow.”

Taletha barely had time to park the car when they arrived at his complex. He barreled out as fast as he could, and ran towards where Jamie and the police were standing.

“What’s the damage?” he asked.

“I think you’d better see for yourself,” Jamie said. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

“Just be careful,” the officer said. “It’s pretty bad in there.”

The chemical smell was the first thing that hit him, and he had to cover his nose before walking through the door.

At first glance, nothing had been stolen, but the place had been destroyed. The walls were coated with thick stripes of spray paint, and the carpets were covered with bleach stains. The once-clear windows had also been the victim of spray paint and had been rendered completely opaque.

“Goddamn,” Taletha said with a muffled voice. Adam turned to find her and Morris standing behind him, both of them covering their noses.

“Let’s get out of here before someone passes out,” Morris said.

They returned to the parking lot, where the four police officers were all conferring with each other. Emily remained in the squad car. She had a terrified expression on her face.

“So I’m beginning to think that someone has it in for me,” Adam said. “I suppose these two crimes could be a coincidence, but I’m really not sure.”

“Multiple acts of vandalism usually aren’t coincidences,” one of the officers replied.

“What do you want to bet that Emily here had something to do with it?”

“What are you saying about me?” Emily demanded. “I can hear you, you know.” Her voice was muffled through the window, but nonetheless aggressive.

One of the officers opened the squad car and helped her out. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about Mr. Prachett’s apartment being destroyed would you?”