Netherworld: Drop Dead Sexy (33 page)

The police sirens were close now.
They’d arrive in mere seconds, and I wouldn’t be able to clue
Tristan in on all he needed to know. Oh well. He was a big boy. And
a politician. He could handle it.

“
This is going to be a
mess,” Dan observed.

I shrugged and snuggled back as deep
into his chest as I could manage. “It could have been worse,” I
pointed out. It almost was.

Chapter Twenty

I stepped into the library and looked
at Dan and Tristan pouring over newspapers brought in by Gerald
earlier that day. They muttered with their dark heads close
together; Tristan’s nearly black hair slicked back with gracious
style and Dan’s dark brown locks ruffled in carefree
haphazardness.

The fight had been five days ago. The
fallout over it was huge in terms of Tristan’s financial and
professional interests.

Dan said, “I think as time passes your
business revenues will recover, but you are taking a big hit right
now.”

“Not to mention my political career.”
Tristan rubbed the back of his neck. “Polls show that if I ran for
re-election now, I’d lose against all my projected
opponents.”

“There’s a lot of work to make
up.”

Tristan scowled. “I nearly get killed
by the Judge, yet the majority insists on believing I covered up
his being the serial killer.”

Dan shrugged, ever low key. “You know
how the non-paras are. Always ready to believe the worst about the
rest of us.”

I leaned against the doorframe. It was
time these boys stopped looking so darn grim. Now that I had my
strength back and had stopped bleeding energy, I knew exactly how
to liven them up once more. “Boring. You need to stop reading the
op-ed pieces.”

They looked at me, and their jaws
dropped a very satisfying inch and a half. Maybe two. I was glad to
see the hot pink vinyl bustier that ended below my breasts and the
matching crotchless shorts were such a hit.

A slow smile spread over Tristan’s
face. “How would you like my opinion of that outfit?”

I stretched luxuriously. “Can I get an
editorial on it?”

They couldn’t take their eyes off of
me. Tristan nudged the gaping Dan. “Flip a coin to see who goes
first?”

I shut that down in a hurry. “Forget
it. I’m feeling needy and greedy today.”

Tristan’s clothes disappeared. “I’m
fine with that.”

I crooked an eyebrow at Dan. His pants
said an obvious ‘go’, but I feared his possessiveness would scream
‘no’. Fortunately for me, his mama had taught him how to share. He
might not always be a good sport about it, but I didn’t hold it
against him. I’m just grateful to have them both. I am such a lucky
girl.

Dan’s face was pure heat. “Dibs on
her—”

“Don’t be vulgar,” I warned.

He grinned. “Yes, my sweet Brandilynn.
I want your honeypot, your lotus bloom, your wet, warm, tight
tunnel of womanly love—”

“Okay, okay!” I yelled over Tristan’s
laughter. “Enough already. Just do me.”

“She’s rather demanding,” Dan told
Tristan.

All humor fled the commissioner’s face.
“Indeed she is. I think she’s forgotten herself.”

I hadn’t forgotten. I just wanted them
to remember themselves and be the men I ached for. Big, strong,
dominating men. And as two pairs of eyes went cold and flinty, I
shivered.

I’m a very lucky girl
indeed.

“All fours on top of the desk,
Brandilynn. I think you know the exact position to
take.”

I did as I was told, my butt waving in
the air. I heard the growls of appreciation. Not only were the
shorts crotchless, but there were circles cut out of the
cheeks.

They took immediate advantage of that
lovely little detail. Big hands paddled my backside, turning it hot
and stinging. I moaned in equal parts pain and arousal. When the
chastisement was done, I was soaking wet. Not to be rude, but I
think they could have slid a big old telephone pole into me. Good
heavens, those boys knew how to put a naughty girl in her
place.

Then the real punishment began. “Hold
absolutely still and stay silent, Brandilynn,” Tristan commanded.
His fingers slid over my slit.

“Yes Sir,” I whimpered. I fought not to
jerk in reaction to his touch. His fingers were so knowing, so
educating in teasing the softest flesh, making it tighten with
need. Need he would take painfully long to fulfill, until I would
do anything to be allowed release.

“Feel how wet she is already,” Tristan
invited Dan. A second set of fingers stroked over me, helped part
my folds for further torment. I suppressed a shudder by the skin of
my teeth, but I let my toes curl unseen in my heels.

An occasional brush of fingertips
against my clit was absolute agony. Just enough to make my insides
melt, to get that sweet beginning of rapture’s coil, but not enough
to take it any further. I bit my lips together and squeezed my eyes
shut. Being punished by one man could be harsh business. Having
both of them determined to make me pay for my temerity would be
brutal.

When a thick finger pushed its way into
me, a tiny cry escaped. Immediately a palm slapped my still
stinging rear. I jumped and earned another swat. This time I made
myself freeze and stay quiet. My butt ached, and I preferred to
avoid further discipline.

“Much better,” Tristan murmured. He
came around the desk to sit on its edge. His hands reached beneath
me to seize my breasts while Dan continued to plunge first one
finger, then two, deep inside me.

The vampire squeezed the soft, pliable
mounds that fit so well in his grip. I began to pant, but quietly,
as he massaged. Things got hotter in a hurry, stoking that
ever-ready fire that burned in my belly. Dan hooked his fingertips
inside, finding the nest of nerves within my sheath with blinding
accuracy. My breath caught as everything clenched tight.

“No ma’am,” he warned. “You will not
come until told to.”

I fought back a groan. Hateful beasts,
both of them. Lucky for those boys I cared so much about
them.

Okay, maybe it was more than just
caring. I wasn’t ready to admit it though. Not yet.

Tristan’s fingers plucked at my
nipples, bringing them to hard, aching points. Dan continued to
stimulate my G-spot, and occasionally brushed my clit for good
measure. I started shuddering, helpless to stop it. They could have
whipped me black and blue, but I couldn’t control the tremors
racing through my body. I closed in on crescendo. I had to head it
off somehow.

I thought of Patricia feeding on
Gerald. Of Tristan feeding on his blood donor. Of my parents
humping. Of the Judge naked. It helped a little, but not enough.
Tristan and Dan were too darn good at what they did to me. I lost
the ability to think past the fingers working my core, of the hands
playing with my breasts. My belly coiled tighter still, getting
close to the breaking point.

Dan circled my clit with one slick
finger, driving me right up to the brink. He added a third finger
to the sweet assault on my pussy. Tristan pinched the tips of my
nipples hard, sending zings of sensation down, down, melting my
insides to quicksilver. Tears of want dripped from my eyes. I
wasn’t going to make it. Poised to come without permission, I
slipped ever nearer to disobeying my masters.

No. Please. Hold on.

My world shrank to tiny points. Rough
hands on my breasts. Fingers working my channel harder and harder.
A flicking on my clit. A flush broke over my body. I teetered on
the edge, wobbling violently, the chasm beneath me yawning wide,
ready to swallow me whole. And here came the irresistible force,
bearing down on me like a freight train, fixing to knock me into
oblivious sensation.

“Come now, Brandilynn.”

A pinch seized my clit, applying harsh
and gorgeous pressure. I went over, lost to the ravenous desire
plunging me into the ravine. I broke apart against the jagged
thrusts of sensation, ripped to pieces as I tumbled down and down
forever.

Shuddering. Quaking. Heaving. No
earthquake ever committed such rending destruction.

I came back by degrees, aftershocks
trembling through me at widening intervals. I became dimly aware of
my hands clutching the desk’s edge in a death grip, my face mashed
against the hard wood. My brain felt disconnected and floated apart
from the rest of me.

“Is she okay?” Dan’s concerned tone
wafted gently against my ears.

“Lost in subspace.”

“Subspace?”

“The BDSM equivalent of an out-of-body
experience. I’m taking her over to the sofa.”

Strong arms wrapped around my body,
lifted me from the desk. I snuggled against Tristan’s smooth chest
as he carried me to the couch. He lay me down and stepped
away.

I whimpered, wanting to be held. Still
beyond words, I implored Tristan with my eyes. He smiled and shook
his head. “Dan called dibs. She’s all yours, my friend.”

My Marlboro Man joined me, stretching
his body over mine. I warbled a wordless welcome when his
burgeoning sex homed in on mine.

“My beautiful baby girl,” he whispered
and plunged inside.

Swollen, sensitive and tight, my body
exploded again with the first thrust. I arched and shrieked as
waves of excruciating bliss pounded my insides. Dan worked me with
hard, merciless power. I arched and jerked, my carnation-polished
nails raking his chest and shoulders. We went at it like animals
more intent on destroying one another than making love. The sex was
gorgeous with viciousness. Our voracious bodies fed until we sagged
in complete exhaustion.

I drifted in a sea of bliss, Dan’s
solid warmth a heavy blanket from under which I never cared to
move. Oh heck. I really was gone over him, wasn’t I? But at this
moment, I didn’t care. If he’d asked, I would have declared undying
devotion, eternal love.

At the small sound of someone clearing
his throat, the satisfying weight shifted above me and lifted away.
Dan left me, and I moaned a protest. Stay, stay forever, my soul
cried. If I could have figured out how to use my lips, I would have
said the words.

My efforts were stilled by Dan’s gentle
kiss. “I love you,” he whispered and moved away.

I could have wept until Tristan
appeared, a dark angel hovering above me. Oh, he was beautiful;
elegant where Dan was coarse, smooth and polished where Dan was
rough. Something fluttered in my chest, something trembled in my
soul. In my blissed-out state, with all my defenses down, I had to
admit the unthinkable. I had fallen in love with both men. It
shouldn’t have been possible, but there it was.

The knowledge that Dan would never
accept this in the long run meant little with subspace’s euphoria
still washing through me. If death and near-final oblivion at the
Judge’s hands had taught me nothing else, it had at least driven
home the lesson that all we really have is the here and now. The
present had gifted me with two amazing men to share myself with,
and I would do so until the inevitable end arrived.

Tristan’s body joined to mine with a
sweetness that brought tears to my eyes. Despite having found such
complete satisfaction twice already, I kindled with renewed ardor.
The juxtaposition of Tristan’s gentle but thorough efforts to the
bestial fervor I’d enjoyed with Dan made me orgasm with trembling
acquiescence. The vampire’s long, assured strokes, his soft kisses
all over my face, his fingertips tracing my skin with barely-there
caresses drew wave after tumbling wave crashing through me. When
his pleasure answered mine, we sighed in blended harmony. And
Tristan’s murmur in my ear echoed Dan’s. “I love you,
Brandilynn.”

Afterwards, the men somehow managed to
wedge us all on the sofa, a tangle of bodies sharing warmth and
love. No doubt Dan’s butt was hanging off the edge, but he didn’t
complain. I delved into the comfort of having two men adoring me,
and I cuddled between them like a contented puppy.

Here’s my story, folks. My name is
Brandilynn Payson. I have two boyfriends I love dearly, I’ve traded
sex for money, and I’m dead. But what the heck. No one’s
perfect.

The End

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