Raines, Elizabeth - Wanted [Wicked Missions 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

Her concern might have been silly, although as she stared at Hammond’s huge cock bouncing as he walked over to a drawer and opened it, she again wondered if they’d be too big for her. He retrieved a bottle of liquid and crawled back onto the bed. “Lube,” he said, his blush as bright as a supernova.

“You’ve got lube?” Spencer asked.

“Um…yeah. I guess I was hoping…we might…need it.”

Callie smiled at his hesitation because it was so in contrast with the strength she’d sensed and seen in Hammond from the moment she’d pressed that gun against his back. “Very considerate,” she finally said to break the tense silence.

Spencer’s hand reached down to squeeze Hammond’s testicles. “I’d hoped so too.”

If nothing else came from her relationship with these two men, Callie would walk away satisfied, knowing she’d helped bring Hammond and Spencer together. But at that moment, her body was begging for another release, especially as she watched Spencer touching Hammond so intimately.

Reaching over, she wrapped her fingers around Spencer’s cock and stroked, loving how he growled in response. Although not as thick as Hammond’s, his penis was long—long enough to appear a bit…intimidating when she thought about feeling it inside her ass.

This time, Hammond kissed her. Damn, but her guys were in tune with her emotions, a quality she knew was rare and wonderful. She made her decision, pushing against Hammond’s shoulders to make him lie back against the sheets. He obeyed with a smile as Spencer released his sac.

Callie moved her hand to grab the bottle and hand it to Spencer. He took it with a brusque nod, opened it, and began to smear the clear liquid over his erection while she straddled Hammond’s hips.

“I wanna be inside you, wildcat,” Hammond said, holding his enormous dick and rubbing it against her pussy.

“Good thing,” she replied easing the head to her channel. “Because that’s right where I want you.” Slowly, she slid down until his cock was firmly planted inside her. Nothing had ever felt half as wonderful as that thick penis filling her completely. She moaned, leaning forward and then pushing back to let the shaft brush against her clit.

Warm hands covered the globes of her ass as Spencer settled behind her. Hammond cupped her neck and pulled her down to kiss her, thankfully keeping her so drugged with his lips and tongue that when Spencer’s wet finger circled her most private place, Callie didn’t even flinch. The finger slipped past the first tight ring of muscles, and she moaned again. The pleasure took her by surprise. No one had ever told her how wonderful it would feel to have someone stroke the inside of her that way. When he added a second finger, lights started flashing behind her eyes.

Just when she feared she might climax again before Spencer was inside her, he pulled his fingers back, making her whimper in displeasure. The blunt, wet head of his cock pushed against her as his hands settled on her hips. “Ready, Callie?”

Since she was too busy kissing Hammond, all she could do was push her hips back to let him know how much she needed to feel that cock inside her. With gentle thrusts, he eased into her anus until the head slid inside. A few more pushes, and he went deep enough, his balls slapped against her. “Shit, baby…Your body’s like heaven.”

Both men moved together as if of one mind and one body, setting an easy rhythm that quickly increased, their thrusts going from measured to wild until Callie thought she’d lose her mind. Her orgasm slammed through her, making her heartbeat roar in her ears as her body spasmed around their two cocks as if milking them. She tore her lips away to scream at the pleasure washing over her, a pleasure that increased when first Spencer and then Hammond shot their semen inside her. Aftershocks rocked her, forcing more moans that blended with the men’s cries of release.

Chapter 5

Hammond walked into the galley, and despite the grim message he needed to deliver, he smiled when he saw Callie fussing over their dinner. On the five-day trip to Rozale, they’d fallen into an easy routine that seemed to suit them all. They shared the one big bed with Hammond and Spencer taking turns checking the autopilot and keeping an eye out for incoming messages, which were infrequent considering the covert nature of their jobs. Callie seemed to enjoy cooking, and she was a hell of a lot better at it than the men. So she was often in the galley, digging through whatever she could find in the freezer or pantry, and trying to come up with something tasty.

And the trio made love to each other every night with an urgency that bordered on frantic—as if they all feared this time they shared would come to an end as soon as they reached Rozale, and that they could never re-create paradise.

Callie was a giving lover, offering herself to Hammond and Spencer freely with a passion that left Hammond feeling dizzy, almost drunk. She urged the men to take small steps toward intimacy with each other and encouraged them to explore their own feelings—almost as if she wanted them to have each other if she left. What she didn’t seem to realize was that in drawing them closer to each other, she was also drawing them closer to her. In what little time Hammond and Spencer found alone, their connection seemed…weak without Callie there to act as the glue holding them together. It was as if they were only complete when they were three acting as one.

To him, she represented everything beautiful in a woman—so different from the ones he’d known in the military. The ones who always wanted to prove their balls were just as big as the men’s. They buzzed their hair short. They muscled up, even using smuggled steroids to help if they had to. And they never let their femininity show.

Callie was the embodiment of the word. Her movements were graceful, her voice melodious. Her skin was impossibly soft. All he wanted to do was hold her forever. Her and Spencer.

Damn, but his feelings for both his partners had developed so fast, he had to stop himself from questioning whether it was real or simply an infatuation. He’d never been in love before, and although he wasn’t sure that was the name for what he felt for Spencer and Callie, Hammond admitted—even if only to himself—that those feelings were going to stick with him the rest of his life.

Callie’s role as hostage had quickly faded away as she’d settled into life on the
Ecstasy
, and she no longer demanded they take her back to Bromond. The only thing she’d asked from them was that they use their connections with the underworld to help find her sister Lyrianna. Since the woman was supposed to be living on Rozale—at least she had been the last time Callie contacted her four months ago—he’d figured it would be an easy task.

Far from it.

Lyrianna’s trail, which had been stone cold from the beginning, had warmed considerably until today. Now, Hammond had to explain to Callie why the hunt had come to an abrupt end.

“Hey,” he said, coming up behind Callie to brush a kiss against her slender neck. Her blonde hair was braided into one long plait, and he had to resist the urge to take it down and spread it over her shoulders. She always looked so beautiful when it laid like a blanket over her tanned skin.

Setting the bowl on the counter, she turned in his arms and pressed her hands against his chest. Rising on tiptoe, she brushed a quick kiss over his lips. “Hey. Any news?”

The same question she’d asked several times a day since he’d begun the hunt for Lyrianna. Unfortunately, he couldn’t give her his usual answer. “Um…yeah. There’s…news.”

Her slender fingers clenched in the material of his shirt as her gray eyes searched his, probably using that empathic ability that always made him feel emotionally naked around her. “It’s bad, isn’t it?”

He nodded. “You should probably sit down.”

“I don’t want to sit down.” She pulled her hands away and turned back to the counter. She picked up the bowl, grabbed a spoon, and started stirring the mixture with a vigor that he could only think of as an attack on the food. “Tell me. Now.”

A weighty sigh slipped out. “She’s…missing.”

Callie kept stirring. “Missing?”

“Yeah. She was rounded up in a raid, and—”

“Raid? What kind of raid?”

“A drug sweep. A few years ago the Rozale High Counsel put together a task force of a bunch of different agencies to try to curb trading of black market meds. They have a lot of people working undercover, getting into the organizations that deal the meds. When they’ve got word someone important can be caught, they set up a sweep to arrest anyone and everyone caught in their nets. Lyrianna was arrested in one of those sweeps when she was trying to get some vaccines. She evidently got them to a missionary ship which took off right before they took her into custody.”

Callie’s chuckle seemed sad. “That’s my Lyri. She always gets the job done. Why in hell did they arrest her if she was obviously helping missionaries save lives?”

“She was dealing in black market drugs, even if it was for a good cause. The judge sentenced her to the women’s prison on Delta moon.”

She turned to face him, still whirling the spoon around the mixture. “So she’s in prison? I thought you said she was missing. I don’t understand.”

“That’s what’s weird. She was checked in on the shuttle of prisoners heading to the moon, but she never arrived. It’s like she simply…disappeared. No one’s been able to find out what happened to her. There’s some kind of hush-hush investigation going on, something about…um…” Shit, he didn’t want to tell her. But he owed her the truth. “Something about judges and prison employees trafficking women.” The color drained from her face so rapidly, he feared she might faint. “You okay, Callie?”

She looked up at him with such a devastated expression, he felt as if someone had punched him in the gut. “Not my sister… Please, not Lyri…”

The bowl slipped out of Callie’s hands, and only Hammond’s quick reflexes kept it from hitting the floor. He set it aside and tried to pull her into his arms. She fought against him, muttering a string of curses as tears started rolling down her cheeks. He wasn’t surprised at that reaction, knowing she would need to vent her hurt and frustration before letting him comfort her. But he couldn’t force himself to turn her loose for fear she’d hurt herself, so he let her pound his chest with her small fists until she finally let out a broken sob and pressed her face against his shirt.

“Shh…” Hammond stroked her soft hair, feeling inadequate to ease her pain. None of his connections had been able to find out anything that might help them find Lyrianna Seebré, although a few of their less savory contacts still had feelers out. “We’ll find her, wildcat. Spence and I won’t give up until we find her for you.”

Spencer strode into the galley, gave a quick glance to the couple, and then locked eyes with Hammond. “She knows?”

“She knows,” he replied.

Coming to stand behind her, Spencer wrapped his arms around her waist the same way Hammond held her shoulders. “It’ll be okay, baby. We’ll find her.”

Callie sniffled as she nodded against Hammond’s chest. “Thank you. Both of you. I just…need her.”

Leading her over to the table, he had her sit, taking a chair on one side while Spencer took the other. “Someone has to know where she is. She was on a government shuttle to Delta moon, for God’s sake. She couldn’t simply…disappear without someone knowing what happened. I’ve got more people checking into it.”

She managed a wan smile. “I imagine you know lots of people who have interesting ways to find out—people who know things.”

Spencer laughed at that. “You have no idea.”

“Lyrianna’s my sister—the only family I have. She practically raised me after we lost our parents. I should’ve kept in touch more. But Bromond is such a hellhole. Their technology is stuck in the twenty-second century. And guys there aren’t willing to help women, especially women like me.”

“Rozale’s a hellhole too,” Hammond countered. “She didn’t keep in touch, either, did she?”

With a shake of her head, Callie said, “We both…just took each other for granted, I guess. I always knew she’d be there.” Her hands gripped her braid, stroking the length of her long hair, a nervous trait Hammond had noticed the first time she wore her hair plaited. “Why didn’t she contact me when she was arrested?”

“Rozale has a very strict court system,” Spencer replied. “Their prisoners are given very few privileges. No way they’d let her send a message to a place like Bromond. She’d be lucky if they let her contact someone on Rozale. I doubt she even had a chance to talk to a defense attorney.”

“I’ll look into who she talked to while on trial,” Hammond offered. “Maybe that will help us.”

Callie reached over to grasp the men’s hands. “Thank you.”

As she tried to stand up, Hammond tugged the hand she’d offered him, pulling her closer as she released Spencer. He turned her so he could drag her onto his lap. Loving the smile she gave him in response, he smiled back. Then he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re welcome. You know I’d do anything for you, Callie.”