impulsive. He wasn’t quite as emotionless as his partner, Meyer.
Yes, perhaps when the timing was right, Meyer would deserve a promotion. His first task would be to see that Ross was put in his grave once and for all — if Ross survived his wounds.
Until then, he had a forest fire to put out in his dealings with some very angry and impatient foreign terrorists whose leader didn’t understand that one didn’t just haul a weapon of mass destruction down the highway like a load of chickens.
Plans must be firmed up for moving it swiftly. Smuggling it out of the country would be the real challenge.
And if they failed, every one of them, to a man, would be executed for treason.
Off the record and unbeknownst to the American people, sheep to their own government, the wolf.
There was an irony in there somewhere for one who cared to search.
With a deep sigh, he picked up the phone.
Emma’s eyes bugged as Blaze turned into Lan’s driveway. “Holy shit! Does this guy rob banks for a living? This mansion is three of the one we’re staying in!”
Blaze barked a short laugh. “No kidding. And it’s just him and Nicole living here, from what I’ve gathered. They must need walkietalkies or cell phones if they need to talk when they’re across the house from each other.”
“I’ll bet it has an intercom system.”
“Probably.” Parking, he shut off the ignition. “Ready? We don’t have to socialize if you don’t want. I can make our excuses and we can go.”
“Is that what you want? To leave?” Lord, she hoped not.
“No, but only if you want to stay. You’re what’s most important. Don’t forget that.”
“You’re too sweet.” She gave him a quick kiss. “But I want to stay. I’ll confess I’m so hot and bothered I could combust just thinking about the juicy possibilities tonight.”
Groaning, he moved her hand to cover the hard rod pulsing in his leathers. “You’re not the only one. I think if you’d refused my prick would’ve died of strangulation.”
“Not happening. Besides, you would’ve jumped me as soon as we got home, anyway.”
“I still might.”
They got out of the car and met the other couple on the wide porch. Lan stepped to the massive door, unlocked it, and let them in, then trotted off, supposedly to turn off the alarm. In a moment the high-pitched whistle was silenced.
While they waited Nicole ushered them into the spacious living room. “Come, sit down. Something from the wet bar, perhaps?”
“I wouldn’t mind a glass of white wine, since I didn’t get to finish mine before our men dragged us away.” She returned the other woman’s smile.
“Coming up. I believe I’ll replace that whiskey I was enjoying.”
“Same for me,” Blaze said. “On the rocks.”
Lan returned holding a brown bottle. “I’ve got beer.” He stopped and nuzzled Nicole’s neck. “Thanks for taking care of our guests, sweetheart.”
“My pleasure.”
Lan helped his lady pass out the drinks, and then they sat close on one end of a sofa while Emma and Blaze took a seat on a smaller matching sofa, facing them. The seconds ticked, and she worried things were about to get awkward. Fortunately, Blaze spurred the conversation.
“How long have you two been into the lifestyle?”
Lan dove into what was obviously a favorite subject. “I’ve been a Dom for years, but Nicole is new to the scene. We’ve been together for a few months, and she recently moved in with me, making us official, I guess you could say. I’m the luckiest man on earth.” He beamed at her, and she returned the happiness.
But not before Emma caught a flash of something in her brown eyes. Guilt? Maybe she’d imagined it.
“Brandi is new, too,” Blaze said, hugging her shoulders. He wove a tale, mingling fact with fiction. “We had a falling-out when she found out I was into D/s, but we reconciled, and she decided to give it a try. We married a month ago, and I’ve done my best to make her happy.”
“You have and you do,” she assured him. “Being a sub is nothing like people think. I’ve discovered that the stigma attached to D/s is highly unfair and inaccurate.”
“Sad, but true,” Lan put in. “And most people are unwilling to give it a chance and to change their thinking. I’m glad you found your way.”
“Me, too.”
Lan pinned Blaze with those lovely turquoise eyes. “I have to ask this, and please don’t get offended, but… do you enjoy menage? Do you share your subs?”
Emma gave her lover’s lap a covert glance to find that he was harder than ever. The answer was plain for all to see, but he spoke all the same. She knew her master would want the rules clarified, leaving nothing to chance, and she was right.
“I enjoy menage, and in the past I’ve allowed another master to top my sub. However, with my wife I have a slightly revised, simple ground rule — I’m the only one who breaches her with my cock. Should we trade subs, you, for example, may pleasure her or have her pleasure you in any way you see fit except that. You can’t fuck her.”
“Fair enough. It’s a good rule I can respect, and in fact, I prefer the same when it comes to Nicole.” Lan paused, a smile curving his sexy mouth. “Are we going somewhere with this, or just exchanging naughty talk?”
“I’m all for doing more than talking if the ladies agree,” Blaze said, voice husky.
“Yes,” Emma croaked, nerves assailing her. She’d never done anything like this in her life and never imagined it. Until Blaze stormed her life.
Nicole agreed as well, drinking in Blaze with undisguised hunger, which she’d obviously kept hidden until now. In unspoken agreement, both men rose and switched partners, holding out their hands. Emma took Lan’s, finding his to be elegant and smooth. The hands of a wealthy man, yet no less masculine. He led her to a huge fur rug in front of the fireplace and gave her a reassuring smile.
“Take off your clothes while I start a cheerful fire. Gas logs, so it’ll take only a minute.”
Swallowing hard, she unlaced her bustier and wriggled out of it, pulling it off over her head. Breasts freed, her nipples puckered to little points, and she shivered, partly from nerves. Nearby, Blaze had commandeered another big rug and was peeling apart Nicole’s tiny leather bra to reveal pert breasts. She stared, mesmerized, as he bent to flick a rosy tip with his tongue.
With the contact, she felt electrified, almost as though he’d tongued her breast instead. How strange to watch him suckle another woman. How arousing. God, she was wet from that much alone!
“You’re in for a real treat, my dear,” Lan said, stepping in front of her. “Don’t be shy or nervous. A gorgeous lady like you has no need to be.”
“I’ll try. And thank you.” She gave him a weak smile.
“Beautiful, aren’t they?” He gazed at the other couple.
They were. Lan had turned off the main lights, so that the firelight licked at sleek bodies, bathing them in golden colors. A visual feast as their partners devoured each other’s mouths and sank to their knees on the rug, naked and entwined. Blaze’s erection pressed into Nicole’s flat belly, needy, insistent. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and began to stroke lazily, unhurried. His hands buried themselves in her dark, wild hair as they kissed and caressed, already lost to desire.
Clever fingers plucked and twisted Emma’s nipples, and she tore her gaze from the lovers to stare at Lan, who’d undressed while she stared at their partners. The man was a visual banquet, every bit as sexy naked as he was clothed. Tall and cut with lean muscle, boyishly handsome, the glitter of lust in his amazing eyes. His cock was long, not as thick as Blaze’s, but nicely formed and flushed red, arched and leaking at the tip.
Reaching around her, he unzipped her skirt and worked it down, his expression showing his delight to discover she wore no underwear. She stepped out of the skirt and he tossed it aside, then skimmed his palms down
