For The Wicked (Fantasy Heights) (6 page)

“All right. Back into my lap.”

Her legs shook while she obeyed. Where was he going with this? And how long would it take him to get there? Her pussy was so sensitized she wanted to cry from the assault of sensation just crawling back onto the throne and lowering herself into position.

Thomas took some small mercy, oiling up his hands once more and hinting her toward what awaited them. He brought the tip of his index finger to her anus. So not like Josh. Thomas pressed in deep, bringing another hurricane of sensation to bear.

She tilted her pelvis down, opening herself up to him, and was rewarded with some gentle twists and pumps. She closed her eyes. If he was intending to make sure every nerve ending was alive and screaming in need for him, he was doing a most excellent job.

Next came the smaller of two plugs. He talked her through the first one and got her relaxed again, massaging her back and buttocks before removing the first plug and progressing onto the second. She was glad of it. They had never had anal together before. This would be a first, and she wanted to be ready for him so he could worry less about her and more about enjoying himself.

She just wished he would start, already. Never mind the orgasm earlier, she was beyond ready for another round.

When she heard the door open behind them, she tensed.

Thomas put a hand in the middle of her back. “Relax. It’s just Josh. Who is
very late
.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Josh said. “It took me longer than I thought to wrap things up. Give me five minutes.”

Amanda couldn’t see around the side of the throne, but she picked her head up and said hello in Josh’s general direction.

A moment later, she felt him kiss the back of her head, bringing with him the smell of grass and lawnmower. “Sorry,” he repeated.

“Mmm. Hurry. Thomas has me half on fire.”

Josh did hurry. He disappeared into the bathroom while Thomas reached down between her legs to sink just one finger inside her.

Meanwhile, her stomach clenched on nerves. Sure, she would love whatever Josh and Thomas had in mind. She was game for anything, really, but an uneasy feeling would not let go. She didn’t know if she could ever be truly at peace having separate relationships with two men. It would be one thing, she supposed, if Josh and Thomas had any romantic feelings toward each other. They were best friends. Never lovers. How on earth was this supposed to work?

She soon learned that Josh and Thomas felt exactly the same way, but weren’t so passive about their doubts.

Thomas rested his other hand between her shoulder blades. “Sweetie, just relax and enjoy tonight. None of us knows how or if this triangle thing could ever work. Everybody has their reservations, but there’s really only one way to find out.”

She couldn’t remember ever wanting to kiss him more than she did in that moment. Josh, either. He returned with a towel around his hips, wet hair, and droplets of water on his shoulders. Thomas helped her up and handed her over.

She felt an urgency to help Josh catch up with them. She kissed him, and evaded his hands to strip off his towel and guide him onto the throne while Thomas stood by watching.

Amanda went straight to work, reaching between Josh’s legs to cup his balls while sucking the tip of his cock into her mouth.

“So much for patience,” Thomas said.

“I think you better… Oh, lord.” A cautioning hand settled onto the back of her head. She hummed again and slowed down, drawing Josh deep into her mouth, then deeper still.

Thomas, meanwhile, had gone silent. She lifted her head to see what he was doing, and found he’d subsided onto the bed to watch.

She felt a chime of heat inside when Josh hauled her to her feet and walked her to Thomas, who sat up. Thomas cupped her breasts. He pinched her nipples, sending a sharp message to her pussy, as if she needed more reason to combust. She was about to have both of her favorite men at once, something she had never been sure would happen.

Thomas gave quiet orders for Josh to remove the plug while Thomas lubed himself up. And the plug did come out, but not until Josh had left her panting, kissing her and mock-fucking her with the plug. Everything was colored after that, ringed in a thick sensual haze as Thomas reclaimed his position on the edge of the bed. He drew her between his knees. He made her keep her own legs together and sit, placing the tip of his cock against her anus.

“Okay, we’re going slow,” he told her. “Slow and easy.”

The first feel of him pressing in, spreading her ass open with warm, hard flesh, made her let her head fall back. Waves of warmth rolled up her torso, and then squeezed back to the source of sensation. The sting of anal penetration stole her breath. She froze in place while her body tried to figure out what to do with all that sensation. Most of it got turned into an even thicker sensual haze. Some of it was reserved for a sharp focus on Thomas and just how quickly he could turn from the man she knew into a collage of scorching-hot cock, shaking muscle and breathy gasps and sighs.

He brought his hands down to support her bottom so she could take the lead. “I won’t push any more. You’re in charge, now. Take me as deep as you want me. Just wait a minute, first.”

She whimpered. “What’s the matter? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Oh, God, Amanda. I’m so close to coming already, I don’t even dare move.”

Josh stepped in. “Time out.” He made her put her arms around his neck, then change position. He guided her to spread her legs so that Thomas could get his forearms beneath her thighs. Josh lifted and Thomas stood, now supporting her weight on his forearms.

So strong
was her last thought before he flexed powerful legs and penetrated deeper. Then Josh was there. He kissed her, holding her in place while she and Thomas worked in concert, his careful, shallow thrusts and her rocking and squeezing calculated to increase his pleasure. He nipped her shoulder and smiled against her skin.

A quiet exchange of low murmurs brought Josh against her. He continued to kiss her even while tracing the tip of his cock over her pussy. He wet the tip before teasing her with small, fleeting thrusts. Not that the teasing lasted long. The kiss turned suddenly halting as that exquisite pressure unique to double penetration brought the swelling and quickening on in earnest.

Both men responded to it even before she mewled inside the onslaught of sensation. Josh seemed to melt against her, dipping down to make his thrusts longer, while Thomas too changed his rhythm into a slower, more fluid pace.

As ever, she lost track of time and nearly everything else while the pressure built and built. Her only thoughts were relief that there was so little tension. Both Josh and Thomas were intent enough. Different, she thought, than with Josh and Neil. She, Josh and Thomas were much less controlled, much less playful. This was clinging and primal, their bodies in charge.

Thomas succumbed first. She followed as soon as she felt the hitch in Josh’s motions that warned he was right on the edge. He forgot to be cautious in those last few urgent moments, thrusting in deep. All at once, she could feel the full length of him along with Thomas, and her formidable orgasm stretched into a prizefight that left her writhing and quivering long after she’d been deposited onto the bed.

Josh did not stay long, but he didn’t leave by choice. His phone never stopped buzzing. He left with another apology.

She glanced at Thomas, who lay on his stomach, chin propped on his arm.

“Well?” she asked.

He shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know, Amanda. Leave it be, for now.”

She nodded and went along quietly as Thomas brought them back into the shower to clean up and return to the heavily curtained bed. He traced a gentle fingertip along her cheekbone to her mouth, letting out a very contended-sounding sigh.

She watched him, memorizing the shape of his eye, the curve of his brow, the sensual swell of his bottom lip.

Very handsome, but she hardly noticed anymore. Other things about him attracted her more. The loyalty and his determination to protect Josh. Though he’d seemed so prickly at first, and so tumultuous, he felt his attachments to others more deeply than anyone else she’d ever met.

Feeling brave, she broached a subject that had been on her mind for quite some time. “Tell me about Bill.”

Thomas’s brows went up. “Why do you want to know about him?”

“Because I hear about him a lot. And I know he was important to you. What was it like, working with him?”

“Hell on earth.”

She stifled a frown. Though his answer wasn’t what she expected, at least he didn’t turn the conversation a different way. He started to talk about going from prison to prison, standing watch while Bill interviewed killers.

“That’s how I learned to act,” Thomas said. “Bill would tell me to portray different things to different offenders. Be intimidating to get a rise out of one guy. The next guy, he’d have me play it vulnerable. After a couple months of that shit, when I told him it was stupid, that it didn’t really work, he told me it wasn’t just for show. He never went into those rooms as himself. He said there were some things you should never expose yourself to, and those people… He was right. I hated it. Sometimes I wish there was a Janos drug that would burn away certain memories. I’d risk it just to forget some of the stuff they talked about.”

She mulled that until a question surfaced. “Was it Bill’s idea to change your name?”

“No. That happened long before, but I don’t think I know you well enough to tell you that story.”

“I beg your pardon? Just how well do you need to know me? You’ve been to the wedding of the guy who jilted me, for God’s sake.”

His smile took on a darkened edge, and she reached over to shove his shoulder.

“Come on,” she urged. “Tell me.”

He smiled one of those slow, crooked numbers that always made her mirror him. “It’s really not that great a story. Bishop was the name of the couple that adopted me when I was a baby. You ready for this? I grew up on a farm in South Dakota.”

He stared at her while he said it, and she realized he was honest-to-God worried that the news could in some way diminish him. So she rolled forward and stretched out her neck to press a soft but scorching kiss to his lips. “What are they like? Your family, I mean.”

A flicker of a frown diluted his focus. “They’re gone now. They were the salt of the earth. I couldn’t have had it any better. And yes, I miss them like hell.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t be. I was lucky.”

“What about your birth parents?”

“Jeez, woman. You keep this up, I won’t have any secrets left. But yeah, I’ve met both my birth parents. They’re… a mess. We all steer clear, and everyone’s fine with that.”

“What do you mean by mess?”

“My mother is a counselor at a rehab. I will leave you to draw your own conclusions as to how that came about. My father, on the other hand, is a cop. He drinks too much, he’s currently cheating on his third wife, and I thank God I missed out on all that.”

She let one side of her mouth crunch up into a sympathetic smile. A moment later, she was caught up against him, being kissed in a most inflammatory way. She curled her legs around him, hooked her ankles, half entertaining the idea of hanging onto him for the rest of the night.

Sleepy, she asked, “Do you have pictures of your family? And Bill?”

“Somewhere. I probably never unpacked them.”

They stayed the night on the Moroccan set and Amanda was hard pressed to keep a smile off her face the next morning.

With rehearsal looming early that afternoon, she had to keep a sharp focus on business. And she managed it until a few minutes before noon when Shelley finally texted her back.

n/m. Don’t need u. Found my own place
.

She repeated it aloud. “Never mind. I don’t need you. I found my own… What the hell?”

Amanda sat up straight in her desk chair to stretch her back. She scratched at one of the bobby pins holding her hair in a French roll, and tried to figure out what the heck Shelley was up to with this series of texts.

She definitely didn’t like the sound of
Found my own place
.

Frowning, she got up and without allowing herself to feel the slightest bit shy about it, tracked down Eric Hernandez. She found him in Jerod’s office, surrounded by mountains of backlogged paperwork.

He looked relieved to see a friendly face, and she had second thoughts about adding to his burden. She smiled a lot and lied, telling him she only wanted to make sure he was settling in.

Eric’s shoulders slumped. “Cut the crap. What’s wrong?”

She sighed at him, and dumped the problem in his lap. “I need to find out where she is, if she’s still in the area, or if she’s come to her senses and gone home.”

“For you? Anything,” Eric said.

Amanda gave him Shelley’s cellphone and social security numbers. Eric promised to look into things after dress rehearsal.

Amanda was among the first to arrive on the soundstage, along with Helen and Phillip. Helen was Thomas’s Accord lieutenant. Also his predecessor as the resort’s resident FBI agent. Phillip was lead performer in custom fantasies.

Phillip looked a thousand times better than he had the night he’d collapsed. Though they suspected Marla and Nicole had been sneaking drugs into his food and drink for months beforehand, likely to influence his decision about who should be his successor, Phillip had bounced back nicely. It helped that he was healthy as a horse to begin with.

He and Helen who, Amanda had surmised, had been carrying on a heated, clandestine affair since that particular scare, were now drafted to fill the combat-group gaps left by Derek and Nicole. Helen was a formidable little thing. Physically strong and fast, and disturbingly convincing as a feline-species fighter. Phillip had the unenviable task as the group’s magic-type damage dealer. His role would be heavily reliant on special effects, and he would be the first one the enemy tried to knock out.

The soundstage was ready for the next day’s abduction scene, transformed from a blank space to a princess’s elegant living quarters. The event would extend beyond the soundstage, through the backstage area and out onto a stretch of lawn, then finally into a wooded area that ran all the way up toward Haynes House.