Undercover Obsession (13 page)

“Please, what, darlin’?” He struck on the
under curve of her right cheek. “Please forgive you for being
foolish enough to risk your safety to prove your independence?”
Another slap on the under curve of her left cheek was swiftly
followed by a sharp blow across both buttocks again. “Please stop,
or,” he ran one finger down her crack, a light glide over her
puckered anus down to her damp slit, “please don’t stop,” then
followed up swiftly with two sharp blows on each buttock.

Piper cried out with those last two, the
smacks harder, the pain sharper, the pleasure keener. God help her,
she didn’t know what she was pleading for. She was so turned on, so
excited she couldn’t think straight, the mix of mortification,
anger and ecstasy warring together until the need to climax
overruled everything. She wanted to beg him to continue, but she
also wanted to feel that finger caressing her aching flesh again,
stimulating her over the precipice his swats were keeping her
teetering on. The outdoor exposure, warm summer air wafting over
her exposed, throbbing flesh, all added to her escalating
arousal.

Need finally won out over pride and, turning
watery green eyes up to him, she begged unashamedly, “Touch me
again, Brody, make me come.”

For the first time in five years, Brody was
grateful for the darkness that had cloaked them the one time they
had sex. If he had been able to see those drenched, needy eyes, he
would’ve fucked her well into the next morning, compounding his
mistake. As it was, there was no way he could keep to his resolve
not to take her under these circumstances if she was squirming in
orgasm across his lap, if he could feel her tight, little pussy
clutching his fingers as her come soaked his hand. With an
abruptness that he knew startled her, he lifted her off his lap and
jerked up her shorts, the sight of her reddened ass and her damp
slit making his cock jerk against his zipper in a painful
protest.

Piper whirled on him in frustrated anger.
“Why won’t you fuck me?” She meant to sound demanding, but she knew
she sounded desperate which only increased her anger as well as her
mortification. Once again he was rejecting her.

“You never used to talk that way,” Brody said
in an attempt to change the subject before he listened to his
little head instead of his big head again.

Clenching her hands into fists, she glared up
at him through eyes swimming with unshed tears. “I’m not that
pathetic young girl anymore,” she bit out.

“You were never pathetic. You were sweet.”
Endearingly so. “And young and naïve.” Achingly so. “But you were
never pathetic.”

“Are you going to fuck me or not?”

“Go inside, Piper.” Brody reached for her
hand then dropped his arm when she gasped and ran inside without
another word. Looking across the yard, he saw Ian leaning against a
tree, his own heavy erection evident in the tight bulge between his
legs.

“She was wet,” Ian said as he walked slowly
up to him.

“As wet as she was last night. And the only
aphrodisiac she had today was my hand.”

“What more could you ask for?” Ian wanted to
know.

“An end to this fucking case,” Brody snapped
before striding back down to the lake to relieve himself.
Again.

Piper leaned back against the tiled wall of
her shower and let the hot water run over her body in the hopes it
would soothe her tense nerves just as she hoped getting herself off
would ease the burning ache inside her. She had thought briefly
that Brody’s rejection had doused the fire he had built inside her,
but after spotting Ian her spontaneous reaction had been like
throwing kerosene on that fire, raising a scalding heat she didn’t
think anything short of orgasm could put out.

Cupping her pussy, she savored the feel of
nothing but soft, bare skin under her hand, relished the added
pleasure she received from having no barriers to stifle her
pleasure. After one particular night of overindulging in both pizza
and beer, Piper had drunkenly admitted to Haley that Cole had been
pestering her to shave her pubic hair. Haley wasted no time talking
her into it then demanding a very detailed account the next time
Cole came through town and they hooked up. Even though Piper’s sex
life was limited to Cole’s occasional visits and Haley’s lack of a
sex life was solely by choice, Haley still wanted to hear details
of Piper’s encounters.

In the eighteen months since she had started
shaving, she had never regretted it. In fact, once she experienced
the added sensations of having all those hidden, sensitive nerve
endings exposed and caressed, she had never gone back. Running her
fingers over her plump, damp flesh before slipping her middle
finger past her folds, she moaned as her sheath clamped around the
digit, and she once again relished the pleasure of an impending
climax. With her free hand, she lifted one weighty breast wishing
she had the dexterity to bring her nipple to her mouth. They were
puckered so tightly they hurt and she would love to have them
suckled to ease that discomfort. An image flashed in her mind of
two dark heads bent over her breasts, two mouths sucking
voraciously on her tits and the image as well as the sensations of
the dual stimulation was so vivid, so real, her pussy spasmed and
gushed as if it was a real memory instead of a memory of an erotic
dream.

Thrusting her pelvis against her palm, she
concentrated on the here and now instead of what she was beginning
to suspect was indeed a real happening. The warm burn Brody had
built on her ass still lingered, still fed the fire in her pussy
and when she pinched her nipple to see if a slight pain on her taut
bud would do the same, she practically shrieked at the pleasure it
evoked. Unable to hold back any longer, she added two more fingers,
thrusting hard and deep as she used her thumb on her clit. Despite
the building climax and the pleasure filling her from her nipples
to her crotch, she couldn’t help but wish it was Brody fucking her,
his big cock filling and stretching her as she remembered. When she
factored in Ian watching or participating, she exploded around her
fingers, the grip of her vaginal walls tight and forceful, the
ecstasy spreading throughout her convulsing body mind numbing.

It took several moments for her mind to
clear, for her body to calm and for her to slow her fingers from
deep, hard thrusts to softer, slower strokes. Her pussy was warm,
very wet and soft and she enjoyed the feel of simply stroking
herself now that the storm of her release had subsided. By the time
Piper had washed up and was drying off in the small, steam filled
bathroom, she had come to two conclusions. The first was to find
out if her suspicions that her erotic dream last night was indeed a
reality and the second was that, despite the evidence that Brody
wanted her, had been as aroused by her spanking as she had been, he
had rejected her one time too many and she wasn’t going to plead
with him again to fuck her. From the brief glimpse she had gotten
of Ian, he too had been turned on by their display and from the
heated look in his eyes, he too wanted her. Even though Brody
seemed to still hold a special place in her heart, she had no
intentions of passing up a pleasurable, sexual encounter with Ian
if one presented itself.

Chapter Seven

Ignoring Ian who was pacing with his phone to
his ear when she came downstairs, Piper retrieved enough fish from
her freezer for the three of them then grabbed a beer and slipped
back outside. Late afternoons were her favorite time of day and she
loved sitting on her garden bench with a cold brew, but as she sat
and felt the lingering effects of her spanking, she thought that
seat would be a constant reminder of that intense, exciting sexual
experience. As erotic and arousing as her first taste of Brody
slapping her ass was, it didn’t compare with what happened this
afternoon. Not only had this spanking been administered in the
bright light of day instead of under the cloak of darkness, her ass
completely bared to not only Brody’s gaze, but Ian’s also, but the
feel of Brody’s hard thighs under her, his hard arm and leg pinning
her down, stifling her struggles had seemed to only increase her
arousal even more. Taking a long pull of her beer, she visibly
shuddered as that memory had her pussy creaming again and her body
craving to experience the whole thing again.

The sight of Brody emerging from the woods a
few minutes later, shirtless, his upper body still damp from a dip
in the lake, had her practically drooling. It still irritated her
that she hadn’t lost her infatuation with this man over the past
five years. It wasn’t as if she had sat around pining for him,
wishing things had been different. After losing Charles, she had
vowed to never allow anyone to dictate her life, no matter how much
she cared about them. She had worked hard establishing herself
here, building her small business, meeting friends and taking care
of her first home. When she had met Cole at Rowdy’s on one of his
wilderness treks that brought him through Hope, the attraction had
been swift and mutual. Neither of them was interested in a
relationship, but they enjoyed each other’s company both in and out
of bed whenever his job brought him through this way. She had been
happy, quite content with the way her life was going until now.

Now, watching Brody walk towards her, feeling
that same, quick fluttering of both her pussy and her heart at the
sight of him that she had felt each and every time he had arrived
in Geneva with Charles to visit so long ago, she cursed herself for
being a wimpy fool where this man was concerned. Still, she thought
as she took in his six foot three height, that wide, muscled chest
with its sprinkling of curly black hair that tapered down his six
pack abs to disappear into his jeans, those pewter eyes focused
intently solely on her, who the hell could blame her?

“You okay?” Brody asked her as he sat next to
her, his mind also reliving having her draped over his lap, his
cock still itching to finish that little scene inside her sweet
pussy instead of with his hand.

“Just fine all things considered. It wasn’t a
dream, was it?” she asked him abruptly, her eyes swinging up to
his. “Last night, the three of us. It was real?”

“Yes. When we got here you were in bed
wearing nothing but your underwear and suffering from, we suspect,
being drugged with some kind of powerful aphrodisiac. You really
left us no choice.”

Piper couldn’t help returning his rueful
smile. From what she was slowly remembering with more clarity, he
was right, she hadn’t given them much choice. The fact that they
both refrained from taking her under those conditions made her
admire their integrity even if she couldn’t help but wish they
hadn’t been so noble, especially given the fact Brody was still
turning her down today.

“Why would someone drug me then leave me
alone?”

Brody saw the fear in her eyes as she
realized how vulnerable she had been and it made him even more
determined to find out what had happened to her those two days and,
more importantly, why. “That’s the million dollar question,
darlin’, and that’s what we’re here to find out.”

Piper found herself wistfully wishing he was
here just for her, that he had asked Sheriff Nolan to watch out for
her because he cared, not because his case was still open, which
just irritated her anew. She readily admitted she was in lust with
the man, but she refused to allow herself to be drawn back into her
girlish desire to be a part of a man’s life again. Finishing her
beer in one last swallow, she rose just as Ian came out with a
scowl on his face.

“Please tell me we’re having something
with
the fish for dinner.”

“Spinach salad and baked potatoes. If that’s
not to your liking, feel free to go eat elsewhere.”

Both men watched her as she stalked into the
house but it was Ian who said with a grin, “By the way she’s
twitching that cute ass, you’d think she owned the place.”

“She does and she can twitch that cute ass
anytime she wants.”

“No argument here. My only beef with the
woman is the lack of beef in her kitchen.”

Laughing, Brody slapped him on the back.
“You’ll live.”

To her surprise, both men followed her inside
and offered to help and to her amusement, they both looked relieved
when she turned them down. Piper worried she would be tense with
embarrassment over dinner, but much to her relief both Brody and
Ian kept up a light banter that vacillated between sports, politics
and work. It soon became apparent that they had been both friends
and partners for a long time and that they were studiously avoiding
any mention of women or their current case, for which she was
grateful. She had come to terms with Charles’s death a long time
ago and she didn’t relish any reminders of that loss.

Piper knew she had been barely a year old
when Charles had met her mother, and she couldn’t remember a time
when he hadn’t been in their life. He had never corrected her when
she called him dad, and it wasn’t until years after her mother’s
untimely death that she discovered he was no relation to her or
that he and Christine weren’t married. After the grief and upheaval
of being sent to Switzerland, she had drawn comfort from his
regular visits and the undivided attention he had given her during
them. It would be a crushing blow, even after all this time, if he
were to be found alive and she discovered she had never been
anything to him except an obligation.

“Okay, I’ll be man enough to admit it,” Ian
said gruffly as he pushed back from the counter. “That was very
good, Piper.” Taking his plate to the sink, he rinsed it and put it
in the dishwasher before turning back to her and ruining the moment
by saying succinctly, “But tomorrow I’m going to go find real
meat.”

Smiling, Piper gathered both hers and Brody’s
dishes, telling Ian, “Fish is better for you. I have work to do
tonight, so you’re on your own.”