Sinful Pleasures (9 page)

“It turned me on watching you pump that cute little pussy of hers. How does she feel?”

“Hot. Hot and tight.”
Dallas
reached down to extract another beer from the cooler he’d put between them. “I can’t wait till we both…”

“Yeah, me, either.”

“Seems to me that we need to convince her this is the real thing. Not some kind of kinky fantasy we’re going to get tired of in a few months.” Dallas tugged his cowboy hat lower, shading his eyes from the intensity of the setting sun. “Do you think she’ll believe us?”

Morgan nodded, squinting out from under the brim of his hat as he watched the dying sun spill its golden-red blood across a purple sky. “We need to bring Jude out here to the ranch. Look at this, it’s paradise.”

* * * *

“She would love it. At least I think she would.”
Dallas
said.
 
He twisted the top off another bottle. Dallas could feel a slow buzz working pleasantly through his veins. He seldom let himself get too drunk to drive, but tonight would be an exception. He wanted to relax and relive the time they had spent with Jude. He had no intentions of leaving the ranch until tomorrow.

Once Morgan left for his own place,
Dallas
planned to get a few hours of sleep. The two fires they fought and making love to Jude had left him pleasantly exhausted.

Out of the blue he thought of Tina and wondered where they went wrong. After living together three years it was like they woke up one morning to find themselves little more than strangers. He remembered the tears of regret at the time, along with the relief they both felt at their parting. He’d helped her move to
Flagstaff
, and for a while they kept in touch. Over the years their communication dwindled away to an occasional phone call around the holidays. Tina married an ad executive, had a little boy, and now she had another child on the way.
Dallas
hoped she was happy, because after making love with Jude tonight, he finally felt he knew what he wanted in his life.

Chapter Six

Jude answered her cell phone with a smile when she saw the incoming number was
Dallas
’s phone. A flutter of excitement settled in her stomach and refused to go away.

“Got any plans tonight?” Dallas asked.

“Not unless you want to resume my studies,” Jude hinted. Since her first lesson, she could think of nothing else. Morgan and Dallas seemed to be the only thing she could focus on. When the shop was empty, she found herself going upstairs to study the toys, wondering which one they would pick next. She constantly relived the taste and feel of them and the way her body responded like it never had before. She felt safe in their arms. Jude trusted them with her heart and her body.

Dallas
chuckled. “We’ll be doing that real soon, babe,” he assured her. “But tonight we thought you might like to go to the carnival with us. We could walk downtown, check out the action, and maybe go to a movie if you’d like.”

Jude didn’t have to think about it. “I’d love to,” she responded. “I can be ready in fifteen minutes. Give me time to close shop and empty the register.”

Slipping the cell phone back in her pocket, Jude hurried to finish her nightly chores. She had just flipped on the upstairs security system when Dallas and Morgan came through the front door.

“Are you ready?”
Dallas
asked. He wore faded jeans, black cowboy boots, and a button-down shirt hanging open over a blue T-shirt. Jude couldn’t help noticing the bulge inside his jeans. The constant pressure of his cock pushing against the material left a worn spot next to the zipper.

In contrast to
Dallas
’s disheveled good looks, Morgan’s chambray shirt was tucked neatly into the waistband of his jeans. He gave her a brooding look from under the brim of his Stetson, and Jude felt her heart flutter.

“Ready when you are.”

Morgan reached out to take the keys from her hand, grabbing her wrist to pull her into his chest. He leaned down to give her a heart-stopping kiss before he slipped the keys out of her grasp.

“I don’t trust you to lock the door,” he said, eyes twinkling.

“Hmm, missed your chance to spank me again.”

Morgan’s eyebrows shot up. “I thought you didn’t like to be spanked.”

Jude gave him a coy look over her shoulder as she stepped out the door. “Maybe.”

“Don’t be talkin’ like that, little filly, or we won’t make it to the carnival.”
Dallas
put his arm around her shoulders, drawing her to him for a kiss while Morgan locked the door.

They walked down the street side by side. Both men reached out occasionally to touch Jude as she walked between them. A block down the street from Sinful Pleasures, the three passed a man standing on the sidewalk talking into a cell phone. Jude noticed that he barely glanced at them as they strolled by, hardly getting out of the way enough they could maneuver around him.

* * * *

The man on the phone waited until the threesome walked past far enough so they couldn’t hear his conversation. “Yes, I verified it’s her, and she’s with two guys.” He kept his voice low, watching their backs as he spoke. He would bolt if any of them turned around to look at him.

“Did you take pictures?” The disembodied voice on the other end asked.

“I’ll send them as soon as we hang up. Do you want me to follow?”

“Of course I do,” the voice snapped. “What do you think I’m paying you for? I need evidence she’s sleeping with both men.”

“That might be a little harder to get,” the man drawled, fishing a pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket. “Cost you more.”

An annoyed sigh hissed into his ear. “Don’t try to blackmail me, Mr. Matthews. You’ll get a reward if you deliver the verification I need.”

Matthews took a deep drag on the Camel, holding his breath and enjoying the smoke. Tilting his head upward, he exhaled before speaking. “Is that all you want me to do? Get proof she’s fucking both guys?”

“Please keep your vulgarities to yourself, Mr. Matthews. This can’t be allowed to continue. She will ruin everything.”

“So, are you telling me to eliminate the problem?” Matthews asked impatiently. He listened to silence while taking another leisurely pull from his cigarette. The long pause told him his question was being considered.

“Not yet. For now, proof will be enough.” The phone disconnected before Matthews could speak.

 
“Fuck you,” he whispered. Matthews slipped the phone into his front pocket after sending the pictures he had taken of Jude, Morgan, and Dallas. With a flick of his fingers, he tossed the butt onto the sidewalk, grinding it out with his heel. Glancing around, he made sure no one seemed to be taking an interest in his movements. Satisfied he hadn’t attracted attention, Matthews continued to follow the woman he’d been hired to spy on. She didn’t have a clue. Some jobs were easier than others, he reflected.

* * * *

Morgan felt uneasy. Something didn’t feel right, but he couldn’t put his finger on what was wrong. Jude seemed oblivious to his sense of unease, and Morgan meant to keep it that way. He wanted her to enjoy herself tonight.

Like a man feeling a predator stalking him, Morgan turned around to glance behind them. The street had its normal volume of pedestrian traffic, and no one looked out of place. Still, his feeling of apprehension couldn’t be shaken. He squared his shoulders, waiting for whatever trouble lurked in the shadows.

Jude put a hand on his arm, looking up at him with concern on her features. “What’s wrong?”

Morgan winked, smiling at her for reassurance. “Nothing, sweetheart.”

Dallas
looked at him over Jude’s head. His expression let Morgan know he wasn’t buying the lie. With a quick flash of understanding,
Dallas
did a sharp-eyed appraisal of their surroundings before returning his gaze to Morgan. He gave a little shrug as if to say he didn’t see anything suspicious.

 
Jude looked back and forth between them. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s probably nothing,” Morgan answered. “I got this weird feeling that we’re being watched.”

Both Dallas and Jude swiveled around to look at the crowd of people behind them. Jude focused on one man in particular, biting her lip with a frown of concentration as she watched him. “Isn’t that man the one we passed talking on the phone?”

Dallas
studied him for a long moment. “Yeah,” he agreed, “I think it is. Did you see him, Morgan?”

Morgan willed the bastard to turn around. He had taken a sudden interest in the window display nearest him. He kept his head turned enough that Morgan couldn’t get a positive identification on him. Not that it mattered, he told himself. What if it turned out to be the man they had passed? That didn’t mean anything. A lot of Parrish citizens walked about town on a pretty evening. Until the man did something suspicious, he couldn’t confront him.

“Might be,” Morgan admitted, “but he doesn’t seem interested in us. Let’s find the beer concession. What do you say?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Jude and Dallas said in unison, causing the three of them to laugh.

Jude linked her arms with both men, strolling down the midway until they reached the beer wagon.
Dallas
bought her a large pretzel to go with the draft she ordered. Morgan tried not to look conspicuous studying the midway pedestrians while waiting for the vendor to retrieve two cold bottles from the cooler.

“See anything?”
Dallas
asked, keeping his back turned away from the crowd.

“Nothing.” Morgan reached for the two long-necked bottles the beer seller handed him. “Gracias.” He waved off the change and smiled at Jude. “What do you want to ride first?”

“How about the merry-go-round?”

Dallas
opened his mouth to speak, shot a look at Jude, then decided he was thirsty.

Morgan stifled a laugh. “Oh, sure,
Dallas
loves to ride the merry-go-round.”

“Too macho to ride?”

“No,”
Dallas
answered.

“Yes,” Morgan said.

* * * *

Jude felt like she was on top of the world when the enormous Ferris wheel stopped their car at the top. She could feel Morgan’s leg touching her own, and
Dallas
had his arm around her shoulders. He drew her to him for a kiss, and Morgan’s hand crept between her legs to stroke the inseam of her jeans. She gasped her pleasure into
Dallas
’s mouth, giving his tongue room to slip inside.

Dallas
ran a hand down the front of her blouse, gently squeezing her breast as his lips worked against hers. Morgan’s finger rested on the bud of her clit, playfully circling the awakened flesh through the denim fabric.

Jude groaned with need. She couldn’t believe they were making out on the Ferris wheel in front of half the citizens of
Parrish
,
Arizona
. She fleetingly wondered how exposed they were at this height, but the soft press of Morgan’s finger distracted her concerns. She leaned into
Dallas
and spread her legs wide for Morgan. She could feel her body working up to a climax as both men stroked and pampered her.

Don’t let us move. Don’t let us move.

Jude repeated the mantra in her head as she filled with the yearning pressure of her need for the men.

“I want you,” she whispered desperately against
Dallas
’s lips.

Morgan sped up the motion of his hand until she stiffened with a little cry of release and clutched at him with her hand. “Oh, Morgan.”

The simple words floated on the air between them, and he gathered her into his arms just as the car lurched and the wheel began to turn. Jude rested her head against his chest, reaching over to take
Dallas
’s hand in her own. She stayed in that position until the ride attendant unlocked the bar for them to step out of the car.

Jude danced on a wave of happiness. She could swear the colors were brighter and the smells were stronger. Had she ever felt this alive? She didn’t think so, not in her happiest adult moments and not since she’d been a child.

* * * *

Matthews had seen enough. He took pictures of the three of them together like his client ordered him to do. Jude Wheeler didn’t seem to mind showing public displays of affection to both men. No way he could get pictures of what they were doing up there on the top of the Ferris wheel, but he would be willing to bet they weren’t playing twenty questions.

Fishing out his cell phone, he moved back into the shadows, standing beside a kiddie ride filled with shrieking children. He would drop his surveillance for the night. The men could feel him. He sensed that when he watched them at the beer concession. Flipping open the phone, he sent a text message to his client. They needed to meet soon.

Chapter Seven

Jude unlocked the door to Sinful Pleasures, heading straight for the coffee pot before beginning her morning chores. Last night had been wonderful. She hadn’t been to a carnival in years. By the time the three of them left the midway, Jude had an armful of stuffed animals. Dallas and Morgan were good at the midway games. Jude ate too much, drank too much, and laughed at
Dallas
’s antics until they dropped her off at home. The slight headache she sported was a small price to pay for an evening of fun.

Jude sipped on fresh coffee while she watered the plants. She kept glancing over at the station, but it remained quiet. No one came outside and the bay doors stayed closed. This meant the firefighters were probably watching training videos on new methods and equipment.