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  The shoulder of her jacket was pulled down trapping her arm. She couldn’t move, would only let herself be displayed and touched. Hot, strong hands moved across her body, her breasts, her stomach, the insides of her thighs. No part of her body seemed untouched.

  Mace finally lifted his mouth and Devin gasped. Her head spun at the loss.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered against her lips then dropped down onto the bench beside Cayl.

  “She is most intriguing,” Cayl agreed. “I do not quite understand the fascination but…” He looked at Mace, as if searching for an explanation. Mace didn’t answer. Instead, he put his hand on her breast. His fingers were rough compared to Cayl’s soft skin. Mace flicked his thumb across her nipple.

  Cayl stared, watching the caress. Mace bent down and placed one light kiss to the tight peak. Sensitized beyond reason, she arched up into the delicate caress.

  Cayl’s fingers tightened on the outside of her legs. “She is aroused.” It was a statement, not a question, lust and need shimmering beneath his words.

  “Hell yes,” Mace asked. His fingers pinched her nipple, just a shade too hard, just a bit too much. The pain shifted in her body, like the spanking, becoming pleasure, and sending a lovely shiver into her pussy.

  Cayl slid his hands up her thighs, wrapping his fingers around her ass. “Is she hard as well?” Devin sat up and looked down. The hard bulge of his erection pressed against his pants. His eyes darkened. And he shook his head. “No. She would not be hard. She would be wet.”

  Before she could even think to protest—not that she was really sure she could protest—he slipped his hand under her skirt and zeroed in on her sex, his fingers bumping into her panties.

  “Hmm, her covering seems quite damp.”

  “Covering?” Mace asked. He flicked his tongue across her nipple as if promising it he would return and looked at Cayl.

  Displayed for both males, Devin remained still, waiting, anticipating.

  “The material covering her pussy.”

  She gasped. She was almost sure that word hadn’t been in his “collective memory” but then remembered Mace had used it.

  “Listen, we—”

  They ignored her.

  “Oh, her panties.” Mace’s voice shifted from confusion to teasing. She still didn’t know if he believed Cayl was an alien but he seemed willing to play along.

  “Panties. Yes.” Cayl blinked and ran his fingers along the front panel, then under the lace opening at the leg. “That makes clear sense.” She gulped, because they were so casually discussing her underwear. “But feel—” Cayl slipped his hand out, grabbed Mace’s wrist and pushed his fingers beneath the shallow hem of her skirt. She braced herself for a hard slam but there was just a brush across her upper thighs.

  “Easy, man.” Cayl flinched at the reprimand. Mace shook his head but didn’t pull his hand away. “A woman’s pussy should be approached gently. You want her to invite you back in.” His fingers whispered across the front of her panties. “Hmm.” He repeated the stroke, a little harder. “Do you shave, baby?”

  “W-wax.” The word came out breathy and soft, so soft she wasn’t sure Mace had heard her until the light in his eyes flared and Devin knew she was in trouble. Mace’s hand curved around her thigh. Ever observant, Cayl watched and matched the touch.

  “Nice. Spread your legs a bit more, baby,” Mace growled.

  Devin’s cheeks burned.

  “Please—” Stop. That’s what she was going to say. Stop. Except the word wouldn’t come out of her mouth. She inched down farther into the booth and pushed her knees wider. The skirt rose until it reached the crease between her thighs and hips. Hot strong hands slid around and cupped her ass, easing the material higher.

  Breath caught in her throat at the thought that others, people walking along the pathway could see her ass. A shiver clenched her pussy. She wiggled and the movement pushed the skirt even higher. She leaned on the table to stay upright. Cayl’s hand supported her thigh, his fingers wickedly close to her pussy.

  Mace seemed know what she was doing. “That’s it, baby. Let them see your pretty ass.” His words were accompanied by a soft stroke to her pussy. “But only we get to see this sweet little cunt.”

  She nodded her agreement. He smiled and leaned up, placing a kiss on her mouth, rewarding her for giving him the answer he wanted. He flicked his tongue across her upper lip then returned to his place beside Cayl.

  “Let’s pull this little bit of nothing away.” He tugged on her bikinis, pulling the sides down, stretching them across her spread thighs. Mortified, a whimper escaped her throat. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. No one but us can see you. Just us.” His words stroked her skin just as his fingers did, tempting and soothing at the same time. “And we want to see your bare pussy.”

  She pressed her lips together, holding back the sounds echoing in her head—pleas for more, begging for them to stop. If she allowed herself to speak she didn’t know what would come out.

  Hot rough fingers slid across her skin, along the tops of her thighs—Mace’s touch gentle but deliberate, Cayl’s more cautious, a bit awkward. He was taking Mace’s advice to heart, approaching carefully.

  “This is most intriguing.” Cayl spoke the words so softly she wasn’t sure he knew he’d said them aloud. The caresses drew closer, inching past her panties, the taut material biting into her skin. “Mace, this cloth is irritating and blocking my exploration. May we not remove it?”

  She barely heard the words when she felt the “snap” of the elastic and her panties fell away. She gasped and sat up. Those were twenty-dollar panties and…oh!

  Cayl’s fingers brushed the final inches of her thighs and whispered across her slit. “So smooth. I had not expected such softness.” His fingertips dipped between her pussy lips. “Yes, this is where she is wet.” He lifted his gaze to Mace. “You were right to advise caution when approaching. It is most delicate and sensitive.”

  He pressed forward, grunting as his finger slipped between her wet folds. Moving by instinct or that damn collective memory, he brushed his thumb against her clit even as he slid one finger into her pussy.

  As he penetrated her, they both froze. Breathing seemed unnecessary as he watched her. He held his hand still…and then began to thrust, slow and deep, pressing against the top of her pussy as he stroked her.

  “May I put two inside her?” he asked, the question directed to Mace.

  “Hell yes.”

  Cayl pulled out and pressed two fingers into her passage. She moaned as her pussy rippled around his slow, deliberate penetration. The sensation—so deep inside her—sent shock waves through her body. A ripple ran up her spine and her back arched. Twin growls tore from Cayl and Mace. As if they coordinated it, they leaned forward, moving as a unit, each latching onto a nipple. The strong suck drew another cry from her lips.

  “I—M—Ma…” Words wouldn’t form in her brain. The steady pulls to her nipples competed with the wicked rhythm of Cayl’s fingers pumping inside her. He seemed to move by instinct, working her cunt, teasing her.

  Their hands held her steady, held her in place as they sucked.

  She pumped her hips up, unable to stop her body from moving, needing him deeper. “Fuck, that’s pretty.” Mace’s breath surrounded her nipple, heating the tight peak before he lapped at it.

  “She is slick and tight,” Cayl said, his voice full of wonder. He tightened his grip on her ass and held her in place as he drove his fingers deeper, harder into her pussy. She cried out, meeting his thrusts. “I believe she is close to her climax. How do I help her reach it?”

  “Rub her clit.” Mace whispered the words, then reached down and added his touch. His finger slipped between her folds, just teasing. The delicate caress flooded her pussy with liquid.

  “Yes, continue. I believe she is near.” Cayl’s fingers pumped harder, faster. He stared at her pussy, his green eyes glowing in the dim light. Part of her mind came awake—his eyes we
re actually glowing—but she couldn’t pull away. “Come. I wish to feel it.”

  The hunger in his voice blended with Mace’s caress and pushed her over the edge. Wicked vibrations rippled through her body. She clung to the two solid objects as the rest of her world exploded. She would have screamed if Mace hadn’t been there, his mouth muffling her shout as she came, her pussy contracting around Cayl’s fingers.

  As the world returned to focus, Devin became aware of two things—voices murmuring and the fact that Cayl’s fingers were still inside her. She lifted her head and took a quick survey. At some point she’d dropped forward, her head resting on Mace’s shoulder. She still straddled Cayl’s thighs but Mace’s body held her upright.

  Soothing words whispered through her fogged brain. Mace’s voice telling her how beautiful she was, how sexy, how he wanted to spread her out on a bed and lick her pussy until she screamed, fuck her. Hands still moved across her skin but the touches were light, comfort replacing arousal.

  Feeling almost drunk, she lifted her head. Her bangs fell across her eyes and scraped her fingers through her hair and pushed it back away from her face. Her cheeks burned as she came back to reality and she couldn’t look at Mace or Cayl.

  “We should—”

  Before she could finish, Mace reached around and tugged her skirt down. The material fell over her ass. He gave her a little nudge, encouraging her to push up on her knees. The hem slid back to the top of her thighs, shielding her bare pussy. Shaking her head to clear some of the fog, she looked at him. He smiled, then looked beyond the table to the three people standing a few feet away…watching. Devin gulped.

  Vanessa stood with another woman and a short, stocky guy. The man wore only leather shorts and a collar around his neck.

  “You sure she doesn’t play?” Vanessa asked. The predatory tone in her voice made Devin shift a little closer to Mace.

  “Only with us,” Mace answered. He patted Devin’s ass, then left his hand in place, the movement blatantly possessive.

  Cayl’s fingers slipped out of her and he put his hand on her hip as if claiming ownership as well.

  “Too bad.” Vanessa looked at Devin and winked, then returned her gaze to Mace. “I hope that information helps.”

  “I’m sure it will.”

  The mention of the word zapped Devin back to the reason they were there. She twisted around and looked at Vanessa. “Information?”

  Mace grabbed Devin’s jacket and tugged on it, pulling it shut and turning her back around.

  “I’ll tell you about it later.” The command in his voice warned her to obey. Her normal reaction would have been to smack him but in this atmosphere and with the cover they’d already established, she lowered her eyes.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  The hand on her ass tightened as a reward.

  “Good night, Vanessa,” Mace said. His tone was neutral. He stood up and shielded Devin as he eased her off Cayl’s lap. Cayl groaned as she pulled away. Not really meaning to she glanced down. He was still hard. Sympathy aches flared in her pussy.

  Cayl stood as well. He looked a little more disheveled, a little more dazed now. He cleared his throat. “You have knowledge you wish to share with us?”

  “Let’s step outside.”

  Mace was in full command as he took Devin’s hand and led her through the now crowded room. Her mind blanked on the reality that all these people might have seen her, might have watched as Cayl had finger-fucked her, and she wouldn’t have noticed. Wouldn’t have cared. In those few moments all that mattered was Cayl’s fingers inside her and Mace’s mouth on her.

  She’d forgotten all about the alien bad guy they were chasing.

  Mace practically dragged her from the club but she didn’t resist. They had found no traces of Harken and really she needed to be away from the overwhelming sex in the club.

  Cool night air draped across her skin and Devin sighed. Every nerve sizzled, firing beneath her skin. She lifted her chin, arched her back and let the breeze flow over her, cooling her.

  “Careful, baby.” Mace’s voice rumbled just above audible sound. “You’ll find yourself bent over the hood of your car and fucked until all the neighbors come out to watch.”

  Devin jerked to a stop and looked down. Her jacket, which had provided minimal coverage early in the night, was open and her breasts bared to the world. She’d walked through the bar, flashing her chest at every patron.

  Mortification settled like a weight on her soul. She yanked the edges of her jacket closed.

  “Why didn’t you say something?”

  Mace scoffed. “Seriously? Did I mention you have fantastic tits?”

  “But I—”

  “He is correct. They are most impressive,” Cayl agreed. “And delicious as well.”

  Chapter Four

  Mace watched and even though the light was dark he could tell Devin’s cheeks were bright red. He didn’t understand why. She was gorgeous. Round and soft and sexual. She didn’t seem to realize how attractive that combination was. Didn’t know that given half a chance, he’d have her home, spread eagle on his bed and filled with his cock.

  His hard cock because fuck, seeing her orgasm almost made him come, but he’d held back. He wasn’t a teenager and coming in his jeans was uncomfortable. But damn, as soon as he got home…

  He glanced at Cayl. The guy had a hard-on as well. Not unexpected. Of course, if Devin had been straddling his thighs, there was no way she would have left the club unfucked. There were rooms, places where he could have had her.

  He didn’t know what to think about Cayl. The guy was strange. There no denying that. Mace couldn’t decide if Cayl actually believed he was an alien or if it was some kind of Star-Trek-Star-Wars-Super-Fan kind of thing.

  But he was hot and Mace could put up with strange for hot. He had in the past. Those encounters hadn’t always ended well but Cayl didn’t seem violent.

  Devin wrapped her arms around her waist. Mace guessed she meant to hide her tits but she didn’t seem to realize the pose just lifted her breasts and made the cleavage deeper.

  “Okay, no more talk about my chest.” Devin’s announcement had the opposite affect than she wanted. His gaze—and Cayl’s—dropped to the intriguing inches of skin revealed by the gaping jacket. “Mace.” He heard his name but didn’t look up. At least not until she snapped her fingers. “What information did you get from Vanessa?”

  “What? Oh, right.” He hated that moment of disorientation when his mind shifted from sex to the real world. “She said there were three men who joined the club in the past two weeks.” He pulled out the piece of paper he’d been prepared to show Devin, except that he’d found her almost naked and having those pretty tits worshiped by Cayl. “She gave me their names…” Devin reached for the paper. “With the understanding that she had an option on you when I was finished.” Mace could have kept that last bit to himself but he wanted to see Devin’s reaction.

  Her eyes widened, then tightened down at the edges, suspicion flowing from her stare.

  “I hope you told her to ‘bite me’,” She snatched the paper from his fingers.

  “She likes to do that anyway.”

  Devin glared and looked at the note.

  “You have his name?” Cayl reached out and grabbed the paper. “Which one is he?”

  There were three names on the list.

  “No idea.” Mace shrugged.

  Devin took the paper again. “I will research these names tomorrow morning and we’ll figure out who arrived…” She stopped and offered a weak smile to Mace. “Uh, who fits the profile.”

  Those weren’t the words she’d intended to say. Devin was definitely keeping something from him…or trying. Fortunately for him she didn’t conceal her responses well. She’d tried to hide her submissive nature but he’d recognized it almost immediately. The spanking had proved it. His palm tingled at the memory. A couple of more strokes and she would have come.

  “Well…” she announce
d, the tone almost official. “Thank you for your help.” She offered him her hand as if they’d just completed a business meeting. What the fuck? He’d had her nipple in his mouth less than fifteen minutes before. His fingers had been on her clit when she’d come.

  And she wanted to shake hands?

  “We’ll handle it from here.” She whipped a quarter turn and faced Cayl. “Now, where am I taking you?”

  Cayl stared back. “Are we not investigating these names?”

  “Not tonight. It’s too late. I’ll check them in the morning.”

  Cayl crossed his arms on his chest doing a surprisingly good rendition of a five-year-old in a pout.

  Devin sighed. “Everyone I need to talk to about these men will be asleep.”

  Cayl grimaced and released a matching sigh.

  “I forgot. The human form needs to rejuvenate. Most primitive but if it cannot be avoided.”

  “It can’t.” The tight clench of Devin’s jaw intrigued Mace. “We need sleep. All of us.” She included Mace in her statement then turned back to Cayl. The exchange intrigued him so Mace stepped back and watched. “Where am I taking you?” Devin asked again.

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Where are you sleeping? What hotel has been reserved?”

  Cayl shook his head. “The Council did not arrange lodging. We all assumed that it would take less than a day to track Harken because I knew where to begin and this is such a—”

  “Primitive world, I know,” Devin finished, fumbling to get her phone out of her tiny purse, presumably forgetting that her jacket still hadn’t been buttoned. Mace took the chance to get another look at her breasts and noticed Cayl was doing the same. Mace felt his mouth pull up in a wicked half smile. Possibilities raced through his brain. He could imagine the both of them, naked and in his bed. Devin cuffed and stretched out on the mattress. Somehow he thought Cayl would appreciate the sight.

  “Fine. I’ll find you a place to sleep.” Devin tapped on her phone.

  “He can stay with me.” The offer was out before Mace could stop it. Then realized, what the hell? If nothing else, he’d get to see Devin again when she picked Cayl up. She’d no doubt be wearing a suit of armor by then but now that he knew what her naked breasts looked like, he could call up the memory whenever he wanted.