STORY EXCERPT

“This is kidnapping!”

Lowell pointed through the windshield at the upcoming street. “Take a left there.” He’d had to let Zane drive to give him a few more minutes to regain his composure. Fuck, the woman had one hell of a knee. He had always admired her knees, loved their slightly knobby shape, and found them to be incredibly sexy. His gaze dropped to them now on its way to her face. Damn if he could find a frigging inch of them that was sexy while his balls ached like a bitch.

Zane slowed the rental car for the turn and eased around the corner. “It’s not kidnapping if we’re taking you to your own house.”

“Fine, then I’m a hostage. Isn’t taking a hostage a big no-no for MIBs?”

She had gotten the first move on them, but she hadn’t gotten a second. He and Zane had recovered quickly, even if they had both been riding on adrenaline more than design. He had doubled over at first as flames had exploded in his balls. He had been thanking his lucky stars that her aim hadn’t been right on. His inner thigh had absorbed a good portion of the blow. Enough that he had been standing upright by the time Zane had hit the floor. His partner’s ass hadn’t stayed down long. In a flash, Zane had been right there with him, and together they had gathered Danica and her belongings, said their good-byes to the club on their way out the door, and loaded into the car.

Lowell lifted a brow. “MIBs?”

Danica rolled her eyes. “Give me a break. You know what it stands for. Men in Black.” She glanced at Zane, then slid her gaze down Lowell. “Or rather, man in black and man in blue jeans. Either way, they both start with a B.”

Lowell’s lips twitched. “Cute.”

“I wasn’t trying to be cute,” she said haughtily.

Maybe not, but it still fit. She was cute. She had always been cute. He was glad to see that hadn’t changed. Very little about her had from the top of her natural ebony head to the heel of her black leather boots.

Cute, exotic, beautiful, and definitely original.

Danica Wallace had never cared what anyone thought of her. She was who she was and didn’t care if people liked it or not. She stood out in a crowd, especially in a town like Horn Hill, with her Goth-like appearance and rebellious attitude. But it was the innocence inside her that had twisted the first string around Lowell’s heart. Nothing about her was an act, but a combination of a pure, strong-willed woman with a deep desire to be corrupted in the most sinfully exotic ways. Ways Lowell had every intention of exploring as soon as he felt safe letting her loose again.

“Taking a hostage would be a no-no if that’s what we were doin’,” Lowell drawled.

She had given them hell about taking her out of the house on the Circle M Ranch. If not for the fact that two officers on the Horn Hill police force had been watching with wide grins on their faces standing next to the nearest neighbors who might have heard her, someone might have assumed she was being kidnapped and called the law. They had left her car at the Circle M after accepting an offer from Diek Rylon that he would drive it into town in the morning.

“We’ll call it takin’ you into protective custody just to be safe.”

“You’re the ones who are going to need protection as soon as I get out of these damn handcuffs.” She twisted in the seat between Lowell and Zane in a futile attempt to uncuff herself.

Lowell chuckled even as he admired the way her breasts bounced as she wriggled. “And you wonder why you’re still wearin’ ’em. It’s the last house on the right, Zane.”

She puffed a frustrated breath up her face that sent her bangs flying. “Come on. A couple of tall, buff, badass FBI special agents like yourselves can’t possibly be afraid of a one-hundred-thirty pound, five-foot-eight female like me.”

“You’ve got quite a bit of strength in that one-hundred-thirty pound frame, darlin’, and most of it is apparently in the legs.” Which was the one place they hadn’t bound her. Yet. Damn if Lowell would give her another chance to get off a knee to his balls.

Zane pulled the rental car into her driveway and cut the engine. “Do you want me to get her?”

Lowell shifted as he reached for the passenger door handle, testing the stability of his legs and the slowly receding ache in his balls. “Naw, I’ve got her.”

“Got her how?” Danica all but shrieked. “I’m perfectly capable of walking into my own house, Lowell Simon Tucker.”

Lowell climbed out, settled himself on his feet, and reached for her. “I don’t doubt you are, darlin’.”

“You’re also capable of using those sexy stems as a weapon,” Zane added as he slid out the driver’s door. “Which is exactly what we want to avoid you doing again.”

Danica sighed. “Look. Just let me out of the car and these cuffs. I’m not going to go all ninja on either of you again. I’ll walk into the house, and the two of you can be on your way.”

“I’ll get you out of the car.” Zane snaked an arm between her back and the seat, hooked his hand around her waist, and dragged her closer. “The cuffs stay. You won’t go all ninja on us again anyway, and we’ll all go into the house.” He scooped her into his arms, mindful of her bound wrists behind her, shut the car door with an elbow, and started up the walkway leading to her front door.

“You’re not staying.”

Lowell hardened his expression as he looked at her, making sure she knew he didn’t plan on leaving her any room for arguing on this one. “We are stayin’. Deal with it, darlin’.” If looks really could kill, he figured he would be sprawled on the ground right about now with a gaping hole in his chest.

ADULT EXCERPT

Watching her was almost as satisfying as fucking her.

Okay, so that definitely proved it had been a long time since Lowell had gotten his hands on his woman. Watching didn’t even come close, but it was certainly enjoyable. He shifted his hold on Danica to keep her from slithering to the floor as Zane’s head disappeared between her legs. She had gone almost completely limp in his arms, her eyes closed, her head resting on his chest, and her lips forming a sexy as hell oh of pleasure.

He swallowed, nuzzled his chin at the bend of her neck, and gazed down the front of her body. The woman was a piece of work naked, perfect curves, delicious swells, and wonderful angles to tempt and tease a man to the point of sheer frustration. He should know. He was nearly there himself, wanting to feel every inch of her, to run his tongue along every creamy morsel. And that luscious mouth, his dick ached, his shaft so hard it was a wonder he didn’t impale her through her back, from the need to feel her full lips locked around his cock.

Wait your turn.

It wasn’t often that he bided his time with a woman, even when he was sharing her with another man. He needed to hold back now, though, for Danica and for himself. This was the moment when he would know if he could really share her with Zane or not. He knew the man had fallen for her, but there was no way Zane could love her already as much he did.

Seeing the way she had looked at Zane, watching the way her body responded to the man, told him what he needed to know. She had fallen for Zane, too. He might get these little fits of jealously here and there, but Danica’s pleasure was the most important. He trusted Zane, and as he focused his attention down her body, something in him shifted into place. For the first time in years, everything felt right, even with Zane in the equation.

From his vantage point, he couldn’t see what Zane was doing to her, but he could feel the back of the man’s hand against his thigh as Zane wrapped his fingers around Danica’s leg. Lowell knew what Zane intended to do, and he braced himself to take Danica’s full weight as Zane picked her leg up off the floor and settled her foot on his shoulder.

“I’ve got you,” Lowell told her softly. “I’m not going to let you fall.”

With one foot still on the floor and the other resting on Zane’s shoulder, her pussy was wide open for Zane’s mouth. Lowell saw Zane’s shoulders shift as he no doubt angled his head, taking advantage of the new position and the depth it allowed him to eat her pussy.

“Damn, Dannie, you taste good.”

Sure, rub it in, asshole. Lowell gritted his teeth and forced himself to breathe.

“So wet, so hot.” Zane’s words were muffled by her pussy.

Lowell’s self-control was tempted further by the sounds of Zane’s tongue lapping at her juices. His mind jumped tracks, already planning his friend’s demise. The payback for this one was going to be a real bitch for Zane.

“Give me one of your hands, Dannie. Lowell won’t let you fall.”

Lowell tightened his arms around her for good measure as she slowly unlaced her fingers. She kept one hand locked around his neck as she brought the other one down for Zane as he had told her to do. She lifted her head, and Lowell followed her gaze, watching as Zane guided her hand between her legs.

“Touch yourself for me.” Zane sat back on his heels, careful not to unbalance her with her foot still on his shoulder. “I want you to feel how hot and wet you are.”

“I already know. It’s always like this.” Torment shook her voice and wound a band around Lowell’s heart.

“You mean when you dream of us, darlin’? Are you always this hot and wet when we visit you in your fantasies?”

“Yes.” The word was barely audible over the rush of breath that expelled from his lungs.

“Show him,” Zane ordered her. “Get your fingers nice and wet and present them to Lowell.”

Danica angled her head and looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded and consumed with passion. The hand she lifted in front of his face trembled slightly, but she apparently had enough strength to still be naughty. Her lips unfolded in a vixen grin as she painted his mouth with her juices.

Lowell held her gaze, warning her with a hard look that he wouldn’t allow her to tease him like this for long. He moved his head in a half circle, caught her fingers with his lips, and sucked them into his mouth. He licked them free of her thick, sweet cream before allowing them to fall from his mouth with an audible pop.

Triumph flashed in her eyes before they widened in surprise, then closed once more. Her head fell back to his chest, her hand returning to his nape with the other, and then nails started biting into his flesh, the sharp sensation ricocheting straight to his balls.

The slurping sounds from before returned, and Lowell knew Zane had gone back to eating her cunt. Whatever he was doing to her this time had her clawing toward the edge.

Don’t let her come.

Danica’s nails dug deeper into his nape as her soft moans grew louder. She jerked against him, attempting to gyrate in his arms, and he knew she was almost there.

He didn’t bother to warn Zane. His friend could read a woman as well as he could. Zane proved him right a nanosecond later when he pulled back, eased Danica’s foot off his shoulder, and straightened in front of her.