CollectiveMemory (24 page)

“You’ve been banished?”

“What happened?” Devin stepped forward taking his hand. The
edges of his mouth curled down.

“I returned after my mission, having destroyed the threat of
Harken and, while they complimented me on that aspect, they did not care for
the experiments into human senses I conducted.” He cleared his throat. “They
believed I had passed from observation into indulgence, that after the first
encounter there was no reason to return to the same two forms and conduct
further experiments.”

He pulled free of Devin’s grip and turned away. “They
believed I should have moved my experiments to other forms so as to gather as
much input as possible and I was unable to explain my attachment to you two in
specific.”

“They banished you because you liked sex?” Mace asked,
incredulity ringing through his voice.

“And because you didn’t want to sleep around,” Devin added.

“Not initially. I logged my experiments and even shared with
the collective my understanding. That was when I was reprimanded for not
expanding my experiments beyond the two of you.”

“So why did they banish you?”

Devin and Mace waited.

“I reviewed the memories of us.”

Devin flipped through what she remembered of their nights
together. It had been wild and a little wicked but she didn’t see any
“problems”.

Cayl sighed. “I retrieved the memories of the three of us
from the collective several times…each day. Which of course strengthens them.”

Devin’s lip twitched but she succeeded in holding back her
smile, until she glanced at Mace. His eyes twinkled with understanding. Cayl
had been thinking about them, reliving their fucking. Jack-off material. If
Cayl had had a body of course.

“Apparently, the others in the collective found it quite
distracting,” Cayl continued. “And leadership has been inundated with requests
for exploratory missions to Earth.”

Mace lost whatever battle he’d been waging to remain stoic.
He started to laugh. “You mean sex with us was so good, dozens of aliens want
to come to Earth to experience it?”

“Yes.”

Cayl’s pragmatic reply drew a chuckle from Devin.

“Good to know we’re popular with the alien set.” Mace tilted
his head. “Hmm. Are we going to have random aliens showing up wanting to fuck
us? Not that the idea isn’t interesting. We could become an alien tourist
attraction.” He winked at Devin.

“No!” Cayl’s shout made Devin jump. He shook his head. “I
explained to the collective as I was being separated that you two belonged to
me and were not available for experiments with others.”

Devin shared a look with Mace. “Feeling a bit possessive?”

“Well…yes. I found you. I am the first. The others will just
have to find different specimens.”

“Specimens?” Mace shook his head. “We’re not your class
science project.”

Cayl’s confidence and, yes, arrogance, seemed to be
returning. He lifted his chin and sniffed. “Of course not. It was merely a term
that others from my world would understand. You were each discoveries made by
me. I am not willing to share with another.”

Devin felt her mouth drop open. She wasn’t sure if Cayl was
possessive of them as lovers or as experiments. Then again, she wasn’t sure
Cayl recognized a difference between the two.

“But this has led us away from the main discussion,” Cayl
said.

“Which is?”

“Relieving my affliction. And Mace’s.” He nodded to Mace’s
groin. His cock was hard and pressed against his black jeans. “I would believe
that you are similarly afflicted, Agent Denning, but it is not possible for me
to tell from this distance. And I do not like the heavy coat that you wear. It
hides your tits from my sight.”

Devin’s cheeks grew warm. How quickly she had forgotten
Cayl’s direct approach to sex. She glanced at Mace. They had been
“dating”—which seemed a little strange after the nights at the club and that
one incredible night in his bed—but she’d gotten to know Mace better. She liked
him. Without the sex between them, they’d had to talk and learn each other.

Not that the sexual heat had eased between them. She’d spent
more time with her vibrator in the past three weeks than in the two years she’d
had the thing. And tonight, she’d been intent on seducing Mace.

Guess she’d still get her wish. Only it would be Cayl and
Mace.

“Maybe we could have dinner first,” Mace suggested, backing
away. His lips formed a flat line.

Devin squinted and peered at him. Food before sex? Even Cayl
cocked his head to the side.

“You wish to wait to relieve my affliction? Is it because you
were not being truthful when you said you approved of this form?”

“No. I very much approve of your form.” Mace shook his head.
“But I think we should slow it down.”

It was Devin’s turn to gape. “You? Saying no to sex?”

“Has he been ill, Agent Denning?” Cayl tipped his head to
the other side and stepped forward, observing Mace with those inscrutable eyes.
“This is most unusual behavior for Mace, is it not? Even in my short time on
earth I learned that he rarely refused the offer of sex.”

Mace grunted and it almost looked like he was blushing.

“I was being considerate. I thought you all might be
hungry.”

Cayl shook his head. “I ate before I came. A most satisfying
fast-food burger.”

Devin shrugged. “I’m fine. I snacked at work.”

“You’re okay with this?” Mace asked, drilling his stare into
Devin’s. “What happened to taking it slow? Getting to know each other? The
whole ‘let’s see if there is a relationship before we fuck’ thing.”

Devin resisted the urge to smile. Poor Mace. He was trying
to be such a good boy.

“And I think that’s important and since Cayl’s going to be
around for a while we can do that, but…” She unbuttoned her coat. She’d gone
home after work and changed…matching bra and panties and a low cut dress
designed to tease him into ripping it off her. “Tonight’s special, don’t you
think?”

She curled her fingers around the front of Mace’s shirt and
drew him close, pressing up on her tiptoes to get close to his mouth. He
resisted her pull for a millisecond then bent down, letting her brush her lips
against his. “Don’t you think we should welcome Cayl home properly?”

Mace’s stare locked on hers. She recognized the hunger in
his eyes but there was also a glimmer of something more serious in his gaze.

She took a step back and dragged the edges of her jacket
away, letting it slide off her shoulders. It hit the ground with a soft thump.

“Agent Denning, you’re wearing your slutty clothes.”

She crushed her smile and kept her attention on Mace. While
it wasn’t as slutty as she’d worn to the club, it revealed a lot. The sheer top
floated around her hips. The skirt hit mid-thigh. Her intent had been to make
Mace wait until after dinner, seduce him with teasing looks and hints of skin.
Now she was using the direct method.

“I came here, dressed for you.”

The corners of his eyes tightened down and he nodded. He
looked like he was going to pout.

He glanced at Cayl then back to Devin and sighed. The bit of
drama eased the clamp around Devin’s heart.

“Fine, he can join in but if he’s going to stay around, he’s
going to have to live through three weeks of no sex too.”

“What?!” Cayl’s mangled shout made Devin smile. “I’m a
visitor to this world. I do not believe you are allowed to be so cruel to me.”

Mace’s stare didn’t leave hers until finally she nodded.

“It will be good for him.”

“Good for our ‘relationship’,” Mace added.

“I still think that is an extreme punishment,” Cayl
protested.

Mace looked at Cayl then back at Devin. “You have no idea.”

Cayl harrumphed and sighed. “We will discuss this later. I
believe we should proceed with the sex plan. My shaft is still hard though this
long discussion has removed some of the starch to it.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Mace drawled. He winked at Devin
and grabbed her hand, starting for the stairs.

Cayl followed behind them, his fingers brushing the walls
and railing as if relearning the world through this new body. “It is good that
you agreed to proceed. If you had not I would have believed it was because you
were afraid to take my shaft inside your ass.”

Devin’s mind blanked for a moment and her foot caught the
stair. She landed with a thud against Mace’s hip. She’d forgotten about that
agreement between them. Mace seemed to have as well. He caught her and pulled
her back upright.

“Uh, no. That wasn’t the reason.” Mace continued up the
stairs.

Cayl’s voice followed them to the top. “Do not worry. I will
have Agent Denning first to allow you to become used to the idea once again.
Then when I fuck you, I shall be able to last a long time, torment you the way
you did me.”

Mace stumbled—or his knees weakened. Devin couldn’t be sure.
He caught himself and straightened, looking back at her.

“Seriously, you have to put him on a three week drought.”

She smiled and slid her hand down the front of his tight
jeans. The hard ridge of his cock burned through the material. “I will. Just
not tonight.”

“No, not tonight.”

The low rumble of his voice sent a shiver down her spine and
she leaned in for a kiss, needing to taste him, to reestablish the connection.
It had been too long. Oh, they’d kissed in the past three weeks but there had
been a barrier between them. Tonight that was gone.

Mace bent down and pressed his lips to hers. Heat shimmered
between them and Devin pressed up, needing more of that delicious warmth.
Wicked, wet heat flicked at her lips and she opened, welcoming him in.

Sexual need flowed into her muscles and she stood on tiptoe,
draping her arms around his neck. The kiss went on, long slow caresses that
filled her mouth, teased her lips until she felt every caress deep in her
pussy. She tipped her hips forward, rocking against the hard cock pressed
against her cunt.

Dreamy, wicked images filled her head. It had been three
weeks—normally not a long drought for her but now she knew what it was like,
how it felt to have both these men inside her.

Mace trailed kisses along her jaw, down her neck, bringing
the sensitive skin alive. Hot delicious licks drew a groan from deep inside
her. She tilted her head, offering him more.

“Oh my.”

“Hmm?” Mace hummed the question but didn’t stop the seductive
kisses.

“Look.” She punched his ribs, just enough to get his
attention.

Mace lifted his head and looked to his right—Cayl, naked,
hard and spread out on Mace’s bed.

“Damn,” he whispered.

“That’s what I’m thinking.” Devin leaned into Mace’s
embrace, sighing as he pulled her hard against his body. Trapped against Mace’s
explosive heat, she let her eyes wander down Cayl’s new body. His cock was
definitely bigger. Thicker. She raised her eyes and looked up at Mace. “You
ready for that?”

Mace shook his head. “Not tonight.”

Cayl sat up and his lower lip curled down in a pout. “But
you said that I would be allowed to fuck you. I have retained the memory. I
wish to feel my cock buried in your ass.”

The bold statement and pure male hunger settled into her
core, heating her pussy, making her squirm at the memory.

“You will.” A smile painted Mace’s voice. “Just not tonight.
We need to do a little preparation before we put that—” He nodded at Cayl’s
cock. “Anywhere near my ass.”

“Fine.” Cayl sighed and flopped dramatically back on the
bed. “But I will still be allowed access to Devin’s pussy, will I not?”

Devin blinked.

“I think that can be arranged,” Mace drawled.

Devin spun out of his embrace, putting at least a little
distance between them.

“What makes you think you get to decide that?” She lifted
her chin and pressed her shoulders back to prove she wouldn’t be bullied.

The right corner of Mace’s mouth kicked up into a dangerous
smile.

“Baby, it’s obviously been too long since we’ve been naked
if you can’t remember that.”

A wicked flutter teased her pussy and she remembered what it
was like—to have Mace in full-dominant mode, how it made her want to submit.

Cayl rolled over and crawled to the end of the bed. The body
belonged to a stranger but the lights in his eyes glowed with Cayl’s hunger.

“Mayhap she should be punished for her insolence,” he
suggested, his tone eager. “I have not experienced spanking her, only watched
you do so. Perhaps I should expand my knowledge.”

Devin felt her mouth drop open. “Wha—?”

“I think that’s a lovely idea.” Mace tipped his head toward
Devin. “Help me get her naked.”

“Hmm, yes. I do enjoy her slutty clothes but I would like
free access to her pussy and tits while I administer her punishment.”

Her throat tightened. Her fight-or-flight instincts told her
to bolt—but the lust in Cayl and Mace’s eyes held her in place. She reached for
the buttons at the top of her blouse.

Hot male bodies pressed close around her.

“We’ll do it, baby.”

“Yes,” Cayl agreed. His fingers slid beneath hers, taking over
the task. Devin held herself still, letting them peel the clothes from her
body. Such a basic act but delicious shivers raced across her skin with each
touch. The blouse opened, the bra stripped off, Cayl became less concerned with
finishing the job and more focused on reacquainting himself with her breasts.

His fingers stroked the smooth curves and flipped back and
forth across her nipples, seeming to delight in the way the peaks scrunched
even tighter. The caresses were light and teasing but every stroke sent
flutters into her pussy.

Each nerve ending seemed to tingle in response, remembering
what it had been like with these two men. Letting he eyes droop closed, she
moved into Cayl’s caresses and relaxed into Mace’s warmth.