STORY EXCERPT

Phil pushed away from his keyboard away and took a deep breath. The hair on the back of his neck prickled. “Stolen?”

“Yeah, as in it doesn’t belong to Clay Martin. A medium blue Grand Am that belonged to a woman who was found dead last night in her apartment is missing.”

“Dead how?”

“Raped and strangled.”

Phil stared at Tommy, wishing like hell the fucking room would stop spinning.

“Her car keys were missing from the apartment, along with about thirty bucks in cash. We know they were her car keys because her roommate said she always hangs them on the homemade key rack her son made her when he was in first grade. He died last year, and she kept the key rack as a memento of him.”

Phil swallowed hard and struggled to regain his composure as Eve’s face floated through his mind. If anything like that ever happened to her, he’d die. “And the roommate?”

“Was visiting her mother in Utah for a few weeks. Came home last night and found this woman dead. Only things missing were the cash they had hidden in a coffee can on the kitchen counter, the car keys, and the car. Credit cards weren’t even taken from the woman’s purse.”

Phil nodded. “And now we have the license plate for the car.”

“Unless he’s removed it by now.”

But how do they know Martin killed her and stole her car?”

Tommy snapped the notebook shut. “They don’t, yet. But the Rawlins cops lifted a few good prints in the apartment that don’t belong to this woman or her roommate, so they will once they run them.”

“This happened in Rawlins.”

“That’s what I said. About two miles from the prison, in fact.”

“Do they think he knew her?”

Tommy rose and stretched. “Nope. At least, not as far as they can tell. Random act, probably. Her name was Lannie Henderson and she worked at the local Dollar General. Coworkers told the local cops some guy matching Martin’s description came in earlier in the day and bought candy bars and junk food. She was one of the cashiers on duty. They said he was hitting on her and she was creeped out by it.”

“Fuck.”

“Yep. So everyone here knows now. We’ll keep an eye out for him and the car. I’ve notified the staties, and Wyoming has done the same. I talked to a buddy of mine in Rawlins and we think letting Utah, New Mexico, and Arizona state police know as well is a good idea. Maybe even the FBI so it goes national.”

“I agree.” Phil wanted to believe that Clay had just been passing through and was on his way to fucking Mexico by now. He really did. “What about the Shady Pines Motel and Belle Meade? No place else to hole up around here unless he’s camping in the woods or sleeping in that car.”

Tommy nodded. “Already done. Chief agrees with me that posting pics isn’t a great idea yet. No point in upsetting everyone in town unless we spot him again.”

Phil wasn’t sure he agreed with Ken Scranton, their chief, but he wasn’t about to say so. He’d only be shot down, regardless. “So I guess it’s safe to say that Clay Martin violated parole.”

Tommy chuckled. “Yeah. Definitely.”

“Thanks, Tommy.”

“Sure thing. And, keep your head down, Phil.”

Right. If only it were that easy. So much for thinking this would turn out to be nothing. Score another point for Knox and his amazing intuition. The only question now was whether to tell only Knox or Eve as well. He’d have to make a decision before he went home. There was no way he could sit through dinner with both and hide this. Knox would see it, and Eve would at least suspect something was very, very wrong.

Phil called Knox an hour later, after getting nothing done in the interim, and told him everything Tommy had said. They both agreed it was best not to say anything to Eve. She still had nightmares about some of the things Darrin had put her through, and unless someone spotted Martin in town again, the chances were high he was long gone by now. No use upsetting her or giving her yet more emotional triggers to deal with.

“Want me to bring anything over tonight?”

Phil twirled a pencil between his fingers. “No. I have it covered. But thanks for asking.”

“I ran into a friend of Eve’s Saturday at Doli’s Diner.”

“Yeah? Who?”

“Felicity Featherstone. She was with Maverick and some guy named Kane Easton. I had no idea someone had come here looking for Trace Coleman.”

“Yeah. I guess Kane is a legitimate paranormal investigator, so he wanted to expose Trace as a fraud and try to recover what was stolen from his grandmother. He did this town a huge favor. Trace is the FBI’s problem now, not ours.”

“Maverick said he and Kane are both Felicity’s Doms.”

Phil nodded. “That’s what Dalton told me.”

“Everyone in this town is having sex but me.” Knox laughed, but Phil detected an undercurrent in his voice that tugged at his insides. His cousin was one of those guys that girls had ignored in school, not because he wasn’t good-looking or smelled funny, or any discernible reason like that. Knox had simply been there every day in class, in a nondescript way that had drawn absolutely no attention to himself. He’d always been a really nice guy, just invisible. Maybe Phil could change that for him, at least for a few hours?

Should he ask him tonight, at dinner? Phil glanced around the squad room. He certainly couldn’t do it now. But would what Eve say if he brought up the subject in front of her? Phil wondered if he should sneak off shift a few hours early so he’d have time to discuss it first with Eve. He’d teased her about Knox joining them in a scene or two but wasn’t entirely sure she knew he was dead serious about giving her that exact fantasy.

ADULT EXCERPT

He draped her over what she recognized as his spanking bench, and Eve began to tremble again in anticipation. She loved this thing because it was so versatile. Phil adjusted the pads underneath her head and forearms. He didn’t have to ask anymore if she was comfortable. He knew her needs so well, and Eve marveled at how far they’d come in their relationship. Having Knox here made her recognize these small things in a way she’d come to take for granted. Once again, the love and care that Phil showed her every single day bubbled up and spilled over. She’d die for this man.

She heard him speaking softly to Knox, but she couldn’t make out all the words. Was he giving him instructions? She held her breath as something rustled, and then the next sensation she felt was the sting of a flogger across her ass. It wasn’t Mr. Pain or Mr. Pain’s twin. This one was sharp and biting, and she guessed it was one of his that had thin leather tails.

Whoever was throwing it knew what he was doing, and she assumed that it was Phil. Either that, or Knox was a fast learner. Her ass cheeks burned now like fire ants were biting them, and sweat collected along her hairline. She moaned and whimpered, but was determined to hold still and take this from him. When he stopped, hands caressed the puffy wounds that the flogger had made, and Eve sensed two distinct touches, meaning both men were massaging her ass cheeks.

“She’s pretty red.” That was Knox’s voice, full of concern, and again Eve wanted to kiss him for it. “That’s why I stopped.” That had been Knox flogging her? He was a fast learner. She was impressed.

“She can take a bit more. What color are you, babe?”

“Green, Sarge.”

“Good girl.” That voice washed over her, making her feel special and cherished, as it always did when he praised her during a scene. “What do you think of Knox’s technique? Did he do well?”

“Very well, Sarge.”

“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you, Eve?”

“I loved it, Sir. You did great. Thank you.”

“Good girl.” Oh God….To hear Knox say that nearly brought on another orgasm. A thudding sensation landed on both ass cheeks, and since the throw was different, she assumed it was Phil this time. She tried to guess which flogger he was using, but the sensations were too much. She slipped into that delicious place where pain was pleasure and pleasure was pain, no longer giving a shit who was using which flogger. She only hoped they didn’t stop.

Sweat dripped under her blindfold and down her face. Her clit contracted in tiny spasms and her pussy was so wet she was certain her juices were dripping down her thighs by now. Another climax inched closer with each burning swat. As they’d done before, every few strikes one or both of them would caress her sore ass cheeks, wet pussy, swollen clit and tender nipples, enhancing her arousal each time.

Eve was putty in their hands, melting into their combined and individual touches, until she could do nothing but whimper and moan. Her orgasm was so close now that she could taste it, but neither man let it crest completely. She was out of her mind with the need to come again. She needed to be fucked, hard, rough, and deeply. “Please…”

“Please what, Eve?” Phil’s voice was full of concern. He took off her blindfold. “Was that a safeword?”

“No, Sarge. I need to be fucked. Please.”

Phil chuckled and Knox groaned. Warm breath tickled her right cheek, and Phil’s voice was soft and sexy in her ear. “You want us to take turns fucking you, Eve? Is that what you would like?”

“Oh God…yes, Sarge. Yes, I want that.”

“Can you picture it, Eve? One dick in your mouth and one dick in your ass?”

She moaned loudly now. “Yes. Yes I can. Please…”

Phil tugged at her nipples, sending shock waves of desire straight to her throbbing clit. “How about one cock in your pussy and one in your ass? Would you like that, Eve?”

“Sarge, please…” She couldn’t take any more. She was going to pass out if they didn’t fuck her.

Eve cried out in pleasure as Knox’s fingers teased her clit while Phil continued to play with her nipples. “How badly do you want to be fucked, babe?”

“Badly, Sarge. Please…please fuck me. Both you and Sir. Fuck me at the same time. Please.”

“What will you give us if we do?”

“Anything.” Behind her Knox moaned loudly and swore under his breath.

“Anything?” Phil grasped both breasts and kneaded them in his strong hands. “Are you sure, Eve? Don’t you want to know what we want you to give us before you agree to it?”

“Yes, Sarge. Tell me.”

Her entire body was on fire for them. Now that her need for them had reached this fevered pitch, there was no turning back. All she could think about was having their cocks inside her, all night, and all of tomorrow if that’s what they wanted. They could tie her to the bed and fuck her six ways to Sunday, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

“We’re going to fuck your delicious pussy, taking turns. Then we’re each going to fuck your ass. But the fun won’t stop there, Eve.” Phil pulled her hair. Not hard enough to actually hurt, but it sent shivers down her spine, making her pussy contract again. She knew one more gesture like that would start her climax. There was no way to hold it off.

“Knox and I are going to fuck you. We’re going to fuck you hard, rough, and deep, the way you like it. And when we’re done fucking you, we’re going to flog you some more. Only maybe this time we’ll flog your tits and your pussy, instead.