Opulent Match [Ménage.com 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

“No,” Shea answered, shaking her head. “Gray and Ian’s mom is throwing this huge holiday charity dinner on Christmas Eve and we need to be there.”

“Who throws a charity event on Christmas Eve?” Cyn asked, grateful that she had been able to steer the conversation in another direction. Reaching around Elise, who was pulling out the last batch of cookies from the oven, Cyn grabbed a glass from out of the cupboard and filled it with water. Walking back to the table and sitting down, Cyn saw that Ian was peeking over Shea’s shoulder. “Oops! Sorry, Ian. Didn’t mean to diss your mother, but even you have to admit the timing sucks.”

Ian smiled that infectious grin of his, where one side of his mouth was higher than the other. “Yeah, she could have timed it for the first of the year, but it was the only date she could get the entire restaurant to shut down for a private event. We’ll expect your check in the mail, by the way.”

Cyn laughed. Ian knew he could always count on her to donate to charity. “I’ll make sure it’s mailed tomorrow.”

Elise finally made her way over, saying that they would donate, too. While they conversed, Cyn’s thoughts drifted to earlier this morning, when Cooper and Brody had been leaving for their shop. The gun range was pretty much completed, but they said there was a bunch of paperwork they needed to catch up on and would be late this evening.

They had gotten into a routine, with her writing in the morning and then spending her afternoons with Elise going over their edits from their previous stories, as well as coming up with new ideas for their website. The guys would go in to the store, getting things ready for opening day and other miscellaneous stuff. In the evening, she would head to their house and they would enjoy dinner, talk about their day, and end the night with phenomenal sex. She was practically living there, but didn’t want them to get the wrong idea, so she kept her room at the B&B.

Knowing that tonight they were going to be late kind of threw her routine out of whack. It was a feeling she could do without. She glanced down, noticing the new cover for their anthology. Three women were silhouetted on the front with guns in their hands. Their hair was hanging loose, having been blowing when the picture was taken, giving the cover a sexy vibe. Their skirts were short, with tops that accentuated their breasts. As she looked at the cover, an idea began to form. Deciding to act on it, Cyn jumped up from the table.

“Ta-ta, guys. Gotta run,” Cyn said, sending a wave to Shea and Ian. “Elise, shut down my laptop when you’re done and I’ll pick it up later. I’ve got to go commit a crime.”

* * * *

“The meeting is in two days. Do you think we have everything covered?”

“We better have, or we won’t see a third,” Brody warned, looking up from his side of the desk.

When they decided to put an office in the shop, they had decided to locate it between the storefront and the range out back. The construction of the store had finished up yesterday, and this morning the last of the weapons to be put on display had arrived. They were all set for opening day in a couple of weeks. He just hoped they lived long enough to enjoy what they’d worked so hard for.

“Monroe seemed confident things would go as planned,” Cooper said, stressing the obvious.

“Of course he did,” Brody replied, giving up on doing any more paperwork. When his brother wanted to talk things through, he was like a dog with a bone. “But what do you expect him to say? Hey, guys, just wanted you to know there is a good chance you could be found out as undercover consultants working for the ATF and be shot to death? He’s telling us what we want to hear.”

“Fuck,” Cooper said, sitting back against his black leather chair. Each of them had a desk, but since the office had been smaller than originally planned, they now faced each other. “It’s not like I didn’t know that, but hearing it come from you sucks.”

“When have I ever bullshitted you?”

Brody was just about to get up and grab some more coffee to get him through the evening when they heard footsteps coming through the front of the shop. Knowing that clicking sound anywhere, Brody smiled.

Having Cyn in their lives was better than Brody had ever dreamed it could be. Her wit, intelligence, and humor made him want to spend more time with her than just in the evenings, where they could talk, banter, and laugh without judgment. The trust and honesty they were forming between the three of them was pure, and it was a shame that this case they’d been roped into was hanging over their heads. As for her beauty and sex appeal, their time spent in bed went beyond the imaginable. She wasn’t shy and was willing to try anything once. The only thing he and Cooper hadn’t done was take her together.

After having spent a lot of time thinking about it, they wanted that special time to happen when they declared their love for her. Cooper felt she wasn’t ready to hear how they felt, especially after having agreed to hold off bringing in the emotional talk. But Brody had never been known for his patience. Life was too short to delay the inevitable. They belonged together—it was that simple.

“Looks like our woman couldn’t stand to be away from us for one evening,” Brody chuckled, turning toward Cooper. “See, maybe what we discussed can finally be moved up on the timetable, huh?”

When Cooper looked over his shoulder and his eyes widened in shock, Brody turned around to see what had rendered him speechless. He wasn’t sure what he expected—maybe Cyn standing there in a garter belt and stockings, or in a long trench coat with nothing on underneath. What he hadn’t expected was to see her standing there with a gun.

“What the hell are you doing?” Brody blurted out, his own eyes now wide with disbelief.

“I’ve decided to rob you,” Cyn said with a smile.

He watched as she threw her purse on the floor, right outside the office door. She was dressed in a pair of brown stiletto-heel boots that went up to her knees. The same color fishnet stockings disappeared underneath a dark-brown sweater dress that hugged her in all the right places. The only thing that marred such a beautiful sight was the black, shiny weapon in her feminine hands. It was one of the smaller guns they had gotten in. She held a SIG P220 semiautomatic in her hands.

“See, I’ve decided you have on way too many clothes and I’ve come to steal them from you.” Cyn waved her gun, indicating they should do as instructed. “Go on. Start stripping.”

Brody burst out laughing. The gun couldn’t be loaded since they had the ammo locked up in the safe. Did she really think they were going to strip in the middle of their office? Come to think of it, having office sex had always been a fantasy of his. He should probably at least consider it.

“And what will you do if we don’t undress?” Brody asked, humor lacing his voice.

When Brody saw her pull back on the slide and release it home, the smile faded from his lips. There was no way she had access to their ammo. Shooting a sideways glance toward Cooper, he waited for Cooper to give some sort of sign that he agreed with him on that. After all, Cooper had been the last one in the safe. He had locked it behind him, right?

“Cyn, you do know how dangerous it is to play with guns, right? I mean, we’re talking life or death here. A little bit of fun is one thing, but…”

“Cooper, Brody doesn’t seem to believe me when I say I want the two of you to undress. Do I need to do something to make him realize I’m serious? Does this thing have a safety on it?” Cyn asked, waving the gun in the air while she looked it over. Brody held his breath. “If I pull the trigger, will it shoot?”

“What the hell kind of question is that?” Brody yelled, not believing for a second she didn’t know how to handle a weapon. And she was certainly old enough to know that one didn’t play around with guns. “Put the gun down, Cyn. Trust me, you don’t need a gun to get us out of our pants.”

Cyn pouted, her red lower lip poking out. Cooper started laughing and Brody shot him an evil stare. His brother had the oddest sense of humor, and now certainly wasn’t the time to egg her on.

“Brody, just do as she says,” Cooper said as he started to unbutton his black dress shirt.

Was he fucking nuts? If Cooper or Cyn thought he could get a hard-on with a gun pointed toward his chest, they both needed to be committed to an insane asylum. Cooper let his shirt drop to the floor and then reached for the button on his jeans.

“Hmm, do I need to set my watch, Brody? You sure are taking your time.”

“Fuck,” Brody spit out, reaching behind him and pulling his long-sleeved white T-shirt over his head. “This is not funny anymore, Cyn.”

“I wasn’t looking to make you laugh, Brody.”

She stood in the doorway, her boots shoulder width apart, as they finished undressing. Cooper was still chuckling during this time and pulled his chair around to the front of the desk as she had requested. Brody took his time, trying to think of a way to disarm her without the gun firing. Although, he was pretty sure it wasn’t loaded. She would never take the chance that one of them could be seriously hurt. Right?

Once she had both of them where she wanted them, which was sitting naked in their office chairs with their hands behind them, she told them to close their eyes. “Really? You want us to close our eyes while you have a gun pointed at us?”

“Don’t you trust me, Brody?” Cyn asked, fake innocence swimming in her brown eyes. The little devilish gleam that shone through had him gritting his teeth.

“Cooper, tell me that gun isn’t loaded.”

Cooper laughed. “No can do, bro. I’d do as she says.”

“Ah, Cooper, I always knew you had the brains of the family,” Cyn said, smiling. “Close your eyes—both of you.”

Brody did as she asked, even though he thought this game had gone on far enough. It wouldn’t take long to disarm her, but the thought of that gun firing by accident was the only thing keeping him from doing it. If it was loaded, he would never take the chance with her life. He felt something cold on his wrists and before he could move, she had clicked the handcuffs in place. Son of a bitch, he’d never even heard her heels on the floor to indicate that she was behind him. He must be getting rusty, because not a year ago, he would have been able to hear the enemy coming from a mile away.

“Seriously? Handcuffs?”

“Well, see, I have this fantasy of having my way with you,” Cyn said, stepping in front of him. He had opened his eyes the minute the cuffs had been placed on his wrists. She had done the same to Cooper, who was still sitting there smiling like some schoolboy about to get his first blow job. Hell, maybe that was what she had planned. To his amazement, he felt his cock twitch. “I want to take my time savoring the flavor of my men, while they can’t rush me.”

An image of her on her knees, slowly giving them head and not letting them come flashed through his brain. Okay, so maybe he didn’t have to worry about getting a hard-on in this type of situation. But did she have to brandish that gun around as if it were a sparkler on the Fourth of July? As if hearing his question, she walked behind them and he heard her place it on the desk. Walking back in front of them, Cyn grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head. The action caused her hairpin to come loose, letting her hair escape its prison and drape around her shoulders, landing at her waist.

“She’s going to kill us, isn’t she?” Brody asked, not meaning that question in any literal sense. But within seconds, he felt his dick become so hard, he thought he might just die of anticipation.

“Yep, but what a way to go,” Cooper said in a strangled voice.

Cyn now stood before them, wearing only her brown stiletto boots, fishnet stockings, and a cream-colored garter belt, along with a matching lace bra. Her black hair looked like silk as it fell to the middle of her back, with a few strands gracing the front of her.

“Who’d like to be first?”

“Me,” Brody and Cooper got out at the same time, causing Cyn to laugh.

She knelt to her knees in between their chairs, taking both of them in her fists. Her hand felt like a warm blanket with an electric spark shooting out from her fingers. Brody closed his eyes, savoring the heat of her palm. He couldn’t believe that the two of them sat naked in their office chairs at the mercy of their woman, who had had the audacity to pull a gun on them. He thanked the Lord above for their lucky stars.

“I think I’ll start with Cooper, since he has shown such eagerness to cooperate,” Cyn said, releasing Brody’s cock. Brody had to bite his tongue, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing that this was pure torture. “You can watch.”

“Fuck.”

It was the only word that came to mind. Brody watched as she lowered her head. Her hair slid to the side, blocking his view of her sucking his brother into her mouth. It must have felt damn good, as Cooper had thrown his head back and closed his eyes. Watching as he breathed through his nose, Brody could tell his brother was suffering in a good way.

Her head came back up and then back down. Brody swore he felt the motion as if she were doing it to him. His hands jerked up, as he wanted to be able to reach for her, but the clinking metal reminded him that he couldn’t. He had never been this helpless in his life and he found he didn’t like it—at all. Various forms of retaliation sprang to mind, making this torment a little easier to tolerate.

Cyn moved her hair out of the way, her warm brown eyes peeking at him through her lashes. She had come back up Cooper’s shaft and was now using her pink tongue to lick the tip of his cock. She had placed her other hand around the middle of his dick, squeezing hard if the white of her knuckles was any indication. Cooper must have loved the feel of it though, because his moans started to echo around the room. Brody had to close his eyes when she snuck her tongue into Cooper’s slit. Damn, that was an erotic sight!