Rivalry, jealousy, the whole “my dick is bigger than yours, and I know how to use it” while in the meantime I get the brunt of their alpha male chest banging and it wasn’t anywhere near what I’ve just experienced.
Joaquin was an extension of Alfie, where Alfie took the lead, and yet made sure not to interfere with the pleasure of either of us. Holy shit, I don’t know if this was a one-time thing or if I just needed to be swooped away from a screwed-up state of mind…but I could go for a second round if they’re up for it.
I’m about to spill my thoughts about being up for more of this action when they both pop out a question.
“Have you tried anal before?” Joaquin asks as his hand slides to my ass.
“So, DEA agent, huh?” Alfie rumbles.
Shock fills me and how comfortable I was a moment ago, I’m now strung tight as a string. And in all honesty, I’d rather answer the anal question and leave the DEA agent statement. Holy shit. I now realize they knew I was a DEA agent before we ended up in bed together.
How can they be so freaking kind and caring while they know I’m DEA and my job is to investigate their MC? Though for all they know I could be an evil bitch wanting to do anything to get them behind bars.
“Yes.” I clear my throat. “If done with the right preparations, anal is enjoyable.” I cringe at the reminder of my one and only previous experience many years ago, and for the fact that I’ve managed to answer both their questions at the same time.
But the “right preparations” statement is true because I’ve had pleasurable encounters with butt plugs. Somehow, I know being with these two men at the same time–either double penetration involving my pussy or ass along with it–wouldn’t compare to anything I’ve ever encountered.
Alfie places a finger underneath my jaw and tips my head back to make eye contact. “Talk to me, and not about your tight little hole because we’ll handle all the preparations you need to take the both of us at the same time.”
“I’m on a case involving your MC and Deranged Hounds. We need to know if the Iron Hot Blood is involved in criminal activities too. There was a link between you and them, Alfie. You sold them the property where their new clubhouse is now located. A dollar, really? It screams shady business,” I scold and push myself upright.
Dashing off the bed I start to pace in an effort to shake the anger. This is screwed up, no matter what angle I look at it. Not only my private life, my work environment, my insane partner I’m forced to work with, this case, and these two men who gave me the best time of my life a mere moment ago. And now everything is twisted beyond repair.
“Her ass is so cute when she strides.”
“Her ass? You know I’m a big boobs man. Have you seen them bounce? She needs to take a ride on my cock while my face is buried in sweet heaven,” Alfie groans. “I just had a visual. Greta on hands and knees, you bounce her off your cock while I’m lying underneath to ping-pong my gaze back and forth between tits and you guys being connected. Yeah, let’s do that. We need to make a list. My cock in her pussy, yours in her ass. The both of us simultaneously rubbing dicks inside her pussy. Fuck. The list is never-ending.”
Damn that man and the visuals he just planted in my head.
“Focus!” I snap and point a finger in Alfie’s direction. “Why one dollar? And why the shooting? Did you owe them more than the property? Did they force you? Are you involved in any of their business?” I close my eyes and shake my head. “I can’t see why. The days I’ve been here it’s all work involving the ranch and Joaquin works hard at the clinic. What does this MC do? Deranged Hounds was involved with drugs and guns. All links to tie to them until recently. Then you guys get into the picture. Alfie, you were in the hospital…gunshots get reported, you know.”
“You done rattling?” Alfie grunts.
“No! My asshole partner wants me to plant evidence since I told him there is no connection and you guys along with your MC are squeaky clean. He was pissed and still thinks you’re dirty but hiding it better and wants to nail you. He wants a promotion and needs to put you guys behind bars to get it. He doesn’t care about truth or lies. He deemed you guilty while all you guys talk about, and do, is ranch stuff. Longhorns, maintenance, training horses, getting more livestock. And dickhead Matt, my asshole partner, thinks I can easily transfer some files onto your laptop. Hell, hide some drugs in your cabin and plant some over at the clubhouse while I’m at it. And if I didn’t? He would make sure I didn’t have a life left to return to. He blabbered a detailed story about how he’s done it before and how the woman ended up dead. He laughed in my face and it made me feel as if he was a vile criminal instead of an agent. He said I wouldn’t dare defy him because it’s easy for me to do since I am fucking easy. He has the pictures to prove it. Hell, he said I probably take both your cocks at the same time because it’s my thing. Oh. My. God. And I did, didn’t I?”
I cover my face with my hands and start to furiously rub my eyes as I start to ramble to myself, “How the hell did this day go from bad to worse in supernova style? This morning I was certain I had enough information to round up my report and explain how there was no link or illegal activities involving the Iron Hot Blood ranch. Heading to my partner for a check in I reported my findings and then he went nuts. He raved about an upcoming promotion and how he would lose it if he didn’t have this major bust. The idiot showed me a picture on his phone. It was from a photoshoot I did years ago when I needed money to clear away a huge part of the debt my parents left behind. He insinuated I had sex with those two men who I did a sexy lingerie shoot with. Yes, he was right, but it was none of his business. And the shoot happened before I became an agent. It doesn’t interfere with my career, it’s in the past and it should stay that way.”
I swallow hard and let my hands drop. “Until he swiped his finger over the screen and I saw in a flash how there was a photo of those two men having sex with a woman. It couldn’t have been me. My face wasn’t even in the picture. When I had sex with them it was at their house, they were roommates. But a second of doubt running through my head was enough for Matt fucking Carlinck to jump to the conclusion he had something to blackmail me with. He started to push me mentally and that’s when I hit the asshole. He threw a punch in return and I left. Like I said, I don’t even know if the photograph is real…but it doesn’t matter. The photoshoot is enough to spread doubts. And if I have to work with assholes like him? I’d rather–”
“Suck our cocks and quit your job? Because I’m rich and Joaquin and I will both support you as our woman. It’s why I sold Rowen the property for one dollar because I couldn’t give two shits about money.” Alfie grins and all I can do is stare at him.
“You did not just say that,” I hiss.
Joaquin scrambles off the bed with his lean, naked, and sculpted body. He reminds me of my own nakedness. Dammit, my head is drowning with all the issues surrounding me while I need to focus and find my way out.
“Come on, sweetheart. Come sit. Alfie’s head is always locked in the gutter but he also sometimes manages not to think with his dick. He’s the kind of man who can handle anything. Let’s all take a breath and focus. Alfie will know what to do, won’t you?” Joaquin pierces Alfie with a hard look while he guides me to the mattress and sits down next to me.