Chasing Her Tail (18 page)

“What do you want to know?” Micah stalled, playing with the label on his beer.

“Whatever you know.” Hammer smiled, showing his teeth. Bridget whined softly, feeling the air thicken between the two men.

Micah flashed a casual smile without meeting Hammer’s eyes. “That’s not much.

He owns the company Blue Star, lives in a big-ass house at the edge of the city. Other than that, I just know he collects dogs and isn’t very nice to his pets.”

Shifting infinitesimally closer to Micah, Hammer lowered his voice. “See, I’m thinking that you know more than that. I’m thinking that you know a lot about many things, including a naked woman who showed up in my house last night, knowing a whole hell of a lot more about me than she should.”

Micah jolted, his face paling. “Fuck.”

“Fuck indeed,” Hammer said, still in his calm, reasonable, scary voice. “So tell me—

what kind of scam are you running? Is this to find out what I know about Carlson? Did he hire you to spy on me? Or is this just a robbery ploy?”

“No! Neither,” Micah burst out, pushing to his feet. “I’m just asking you to keep the dog safe, that’s all. You think I’m one of Carlson’s asshole thugs?”

Hammer stood up too, looming over Micah, using his extra three inches of height to full advantage. “There’s more to this than just a fucking mutt.”

Micah glared, not backing down from Hammer’s considerable bulk. “She’s not just a fucking mutt!”

At Micah’s words, Bridget stopped breathing. Was this it? Was Micah going to tell Hammer the truth?

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“Fine, she’s not a mutt,” Hammer snapped. “She’s some kind of exotic breed of dog that Carlson wants. You’re not working for Carlson, you have no ulterior motive and you’re not the worst fucking liar I’ve ever seen in my life. Just stop with the bullshit, okay?”

“Fine!”

The men’s faces were only inches apart. There was a tense, three-second silence as they stared at each other, breathing hard—and then Micah grabbed Hammer’s head with both hands and yanked him in for a kiss.

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Bridget stared.

After a startled moment, Hammer grabbed Micah by the biceps and jerked his mouth away. “Quit trying to get out of answering my questions,” he growled, his chest heaving with each breath.

“You told me to quit lying,” Micah reminded him, his voice hoarse. “I’m not lying about this.”

The two men stared at each other for an infinite moment before Hammer shoved Micah up against the trunk of the big oak tree. Micah glared up at him with a strange mixture of defiance and pleading.

“Shit,” Hammer sighed, sounding defeated. “I know I’ll regret this.” Lowering his head, he kissed the other man, hard.

Bridget watched, entranced, as Micah appeared to melt beneath the embrace.

Leaving the two men alone to give them privacy never occurred to her. She felt a connection to both of them. She could hardly consider the idea that she’d lose both Hammer and Micah.

If that happens
, she thought mournfully,
I’ll stay a dog forever. I’ll go herd sheep on some
remote mountain somewhere
.

Watching the two men kiss broke Bridget out of her self-pitying thoughts. Hammer still held Micah pinned against the tree with his body, kissing him with such ferocity that Bridget shivered. One of Hammer’s hands was wedged between their bodies.

Although she couldn’t see for sure, she imagined that his fingers were cupped around Micah’s erect cock, squeezing and massaging, torturing the stiff shaft that was trapped beneath his clothes.

Fascinated, she took a step closer. Hammer nibbled the other man’s jaw, licking a line to Micah’s ear and closing his teeth on the lobe. Micah’s eyes were half-closed and glazed with desire, although they sharpened when they landed on Bridget. He pulled back.

“What?” Hammer asked.

Micah shook his head. “It’s Bridget.”

Hammer turned to look at her. “Go stare at something else. I’m busy.” Instead of resuming the kiss, though, he glanced around. “Actually, some of the neighbors are probably watching too. This fence is great for ground-level, but I’m sure the second-floor windows give the neighbors a pretty interesting view.”

“Right,” Micah dropped his eyes, still pinned against the tree.

“Want to come inside?” Hammer asked, leaning in to give him a kiss on the temple.

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“Yeah,” Micah said enthusiastically and then flushed. “That’d be okay,” he amended more casually.

Hammer laughed as he stepped back, still holding Micah’s hand. “C’mon then, crazy boy.” He opened the sliding glass door and hauled the other man into the house with Bridget following close behind. Once he locked the door, Hammer closed the vertical blinds and turned back to Micah.

“Strip,” Hammer ordered. Fingering the buttons on his shirt, Micah looked as if he were debating whether to obey. “Now.” The steel running through Hammer’s voice must have convinced him because Micah threw off his shirt and dropped his pants in record time. He leaned over to yank off his shoes and socks, and then he straightened, standing in only his boxer briefs, his thumbs tucked into the waistband and his lower lip caught in his teeth as he hesitated.

“Everything.” Hammer’s voice had gone gravelly, just as it had the night before.

“No, wait.”

Bridget and Micah stared at him.

“Don’t move,” Hammer ordered. “I have to grab a few things. I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared into the hall, leaving the other two looking at each other.

“You going to just watch us all night?” Micah asked her.

No.
Before she even made a conscious decision to change, she was standing on two feet, naked except for the collar.

“Shit,” Micah sighed, looking her up and down with hungry eyes. “You look even better naked than I imagined.”

Bridget walked over to him, standing close enough to see the sweat dotting his skin.

“Are you just messing with Hammer?” she asked sweetly. “Because if you are, I’m going to turn back into a dog and bite off your balls.”

He stared at her, startled, and then grinned slowly. “No. The guy’s hotter than fuck.

Are
you
messing with him?”

“No,” she told him, leaning closer. “I think I love him.”

Micah jerked back a little, his face tightening.

“But then I wonder,” she continued, “if I love him, how can I want
you
so much?”

Grabbing a handful of hair, he yanked her in for a hard kiss. When he released her, she was gasping for air.

“What the fuck?” Hammer’s voice from the doorway brought both their heads around.

Bridget didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t thought it through, hadn’t thought past wanting to join in, wanting to do more than just watch. Now she had no idea what to tell Hammer, no explanation of why she was in his house again, still naked.

“I knew you two were involved,” Hammer said, walking toward where they stood, frozen. “I didn’t know how you got in or who you were or what you were doing here, but I knew there was some connection.”

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“Do you want me to go?” she asked, barely able to speak for fear he’d say yes.

Hammer laughed harshly. “Are you kidding? Here I was, feeling guilty for cheating on some strange woman who broke into my house last night and here you are.”

Relief rushed over her in an overwhelming torrent. She grinned and jumped at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and covering his face with kisses. “Good. I don’t think I could’ve stood just watching.”

Imitating Micah, Hammer grabbed a handful of her hair to hold her head still so he could kiss her mouth. “What, were you hiding in the bushes or something?”

Shrugging, Bridget non-answered, “Or something.”

He shook his head, looking over at Micah and back to her. “You two are weird. Hot, but weird.”

Bridget just laughed, happy to be back in his arms as a person again. Stretching up, she nipped his earlobe. She felt the rush of air fill his chest as he inhaled and his hand came down sharply on her bare ass. The sound of the smack filled the kitchen. It was her turn to suck in a breath, loving the way the sting warmed to a burn.

She glanced over her shoulder at Micah, who was staring at her ass where she was sure a red handprint was forming. The bulge at his crotch strained the front of his underwear.

“Why aren’t you naked?” Hammer asked Micah. “Here,” he unhooked Bridget’s arms from around his neck, “go help him.”

She went eagerly, kneeling on the tile floor in front of Micah and running her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, searching until her fingertips found the slippery head of his cock. He groaned as she explored blindly, drawing tiny circles through the wetness that leaked from the tip. Glancing over her shoulder, Bridget saw that Hammer was right behind her, watching, his face tight with desire. From her kneeling position, the men appeared even bigger than they really were, two horny giants, hard and ready to fuck her silly.

Hungry moisture slid from her pussy to wet her thighs. Wanting to prolong the moment, Bridget used her other hand to explore the contours of Micah’s balls beneath the cotton fabric. Leaning forward, she pressed her mouth to the white bulge in front of her.

Micah groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair and holding her against his crotch.

Bridget moved the fabric with her lips and fingers, her other hand teasing the bare skin she’d found beneath his underwear. Hammer’s hands joined Micah’s at her head, holding her there. Bridget almost smiled—as if she was going to move away. She didn’t want to be anywhere else than on her knees between these two men.

Pinching a fold of fabric between her teeth, careful to barely scrape the flesh underneath with their hard edges, she pulled the underwear out and down, releasing his cock from its cotton prison. Bridget rubbed her face on the shaft, the skin silky soft against her cheek and lips but hard as rock beneath. She nuzzled his balls, tight beneath 97

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his erection, loving the smell and feel of him. Their last encounter had happened so fast, so unexpectedly, that enjoying him like this, taking her time, was a treat.

Micah’s hands tightened in her hair, holding her head still as he directed the tip of his cock toward her lips. Obviously, he wasn’t feeling the need to take his time as much as she was. Still she teased, refusing to open her mouth enough to allow him in. Instead, she lapped at the head with tiny flicks of her tongue, exploring the narrow slit that was flavored with pre-cum.

“Suck it,” Micah snarled but she still delayed, enjoying her small revenge for the way he’d treated her after that night at the bar.

“Stop,” Hammer ordered, and Bridget thought at first he was telling her to stop teasing. When she looked up at him, though, he was leaning in to kiss Micah. When he pulled back, he commanded the other man, “It’s your turn to suck it.”

With some regret, Bridget gave Micah’s cock a final kiss and, still on her knees, turned to unfasten Hammer’s jeans. As Micah pulled off the other man’s shirt, she pushed Hammer’s jeans and underwear over his hips, using the opportunity to rub her nipples over the rough fabric on the way down. She took off his shoes and socks and tugged his jeans and underwear off. Spreading her knees wide so the cool air hit the wetness of her pussy with a rush that made her gasp, she scooted back so she could lower her chest to the floor and press her pointed nipples onto the cold hardness of the tile.

Kissing Hammer’s ankle, she slid her tongue around the bone and then switched to the other foot, feeling the fine tremor of his muscles.

“Up,” Hammer ordered. “Before we lose it completely and fuck you there on the floor.”

Bridget stood reluctantly, not sure what was wrong with the idea of fucking her on the floor. She didn’t want to move but she also really didn’t want this experience to be over yet. Hammer pulled over a kitchen chair and sat on the edge, his legs spread.

“Hands and knees,” he demanded, looking at Micah, who immediately complied.

Unlike Bridget, Micah didn’t tease. Instead, most of Hammer’s considerable length disappeared into his mouth on the first swallow. Hammer’s head fell back with a deep groan and Bridget leaned closer, lured by the slide of Micah’s mouth up and down the thick, dark cock.

Before she could join in, Hammer grabbed the lube he’d brought down and offered it to her. “Make him ready for me,” he gritted out, the muscles on his jaw standing out in severe relief.

Accepting the lube, she moved behind Micah. Trailing one hand up his leg, she reached between his thighs and gently squeezed his sac. His whole body jerked under her touch and she smiled, enjoying the power of her position. She could do whatever she wanted with him and he had to take it. Sliding both hands over his ass cheeks, she dug in her fingers, loving the taut resiliency of his muscled rear.

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Leaning over his back, she wrapped her arms around him so she could smooth her hands along his chest, flicking his small nipples with her nails. She looked up to see Hammer watching her as his hands guided Micah’s head up and down on his cock.

Lightly scoring his chest with her fingernails, Bridget licked her way down his spine, not stopping until she dipped into the crease that divided his ass cheeks.

Her hands found his cock and played with it as she kissed and bit the round curves of his butt. His hips jerked involuntarily when her fingers closed around his erection and he shoved his cock into her grip.

“Don’t let him come,” Hammer warned. With a pout, Bridget released Micah’s shaft, turning her attention to his ass. Feeling very brave, she picked up where her tongue had left off. Pushing his cheeks apart, she licked down to his puckered hole. It wasn’t something she’d ever tried or thought she’d like, but there was a pleasurable naughtiness to the act. Plus, if the way he was clenching his ass cheeks in her grip was any indication, this was driving Micah crazy.

The first touch of her tongue on his anus was just a light flicker but Micah reared up, pulling away from Hammer’s cock.