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  Annoying reality slammed into her brain and she sat up. It was happening again. Her thighs were spread, her underwear just moments from being disposed up and Cayl was already unbuttoning her blouse.

  “Oh no.” Not again. Not that last night hadn’t been, well, delicious but still, she was a professional and she really shouldn’t let an alien use her as a science experiment. Particularly not when it brought her so much pleasure. There was probably something in the rules about this.

  “But Agent Denning, you said we should not be conspicuous, did you not?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “And the others in the room are engaged in sexual activity or watching others. We have no one around us whom we could view.” As if this explained all it needed to, he tugged open another button of her blouse.

  “But—”

  Cayl brushed aside the edges of her blouse and placed his hands on her breasts, his palms brushing the lace of her bra. Devin gasped. He trailed his fingertip along the edge of the cup.

  “It is quite intriguing,” he said looking up, over her shoulder. She glanced to her side and realized that Mace had rejoined them.

  He looked like pure sex tonight—a beast in his element. The dark suit combined with the wicked hunger in his eyes made him dangerous, a sexual animal that Cayl seemed to find equally as interesting. He scanned Mace’s body and licked his lips like he was remembering the taste. As Mace leaned closer, Devin crushed a whimper. She was surrounded, overwhelmed by two sexual dominant males.

  “That’s a pretty bra.” Mace ran his fingers along the edge of the cups.

  “Yes. When she covered her tits tonight, I was distressed but I can see it is most fascinating. It heightens my curiosity to see them naked again. Do you find this true as well?”

  “Definitely,” Mace murmured as he bent down and covered her mouth in a kiss that fried every synapse in her brain. He teased her lips with his tongue, asking, demanding entrance. She groaned and opened her mouth, wanting his taste. Heat swelled in her breasts as Cayl’s hands slid beneath her bra, cupping her, fingers teasing her nipples.

  Mace drew back, giving her a moment to breathe. And in that split second her conscience reminded her why they were there. Seeking a killer. She moaned. These freakin’ intrusions of reality made it difficult to forget the world, sink into the rampant sensuality of the room and the two men who tempted her.

  But the sooner they found Harken the sooner she could go back to being her normal boring self and not some wannabe sex goddess. A tiny crack formed in her heart but she ignored it. She had a mission. She blinked hoping to clear the double vision created by Mace’s kiss and tried to sit up. Cayl’s hands and lips didn’t allow her much movement and the strong steady pull of his mouth on her nipple made the edges of her vision wobble.

  “Uh, w-what did the front desk say?”

  “They don’t have him logged in for the night yet but that doesn’t mean anything. They look at ID cards but they don’t always write everyone down.”

  Her mind captured what he had said but the ability to respond faded. Cayl continued to work her breasts, lips sucking, fingers flicking across nipples, every stroke a bright, new shimmer into her core.

  “We must wait then until he arrives…” Cayl’s words blurred against her skin as he kissed then sucked one nipple deep into his mouth. The soft swirl of his tongue rippled through her pussy. Her gasp filled the shallow space between them even as she reached out for Mace, needing his solid presence.

  “We should—”

  Cayl drew on her nipple and blanked the words from her brain.

  “Don’t worry, baby,” Mace murmured. “We’ll keep watch for him.” His hand slid around her back, down her ass. He squeezed the soft flesh and moaned against her mouth. “Fuck, you’ve got a great ass baby. Want to feel it against me when I’m deep inside you.”

  She gasped and a rush of moisture flooded her pussy.

  “My dick, filling that slick, wet cunt.” The words vibrated into her pussy, low, rumbling sounds that teased her senses. “Fucking you hard, coming inside your sweet pussy.”

  Delicious heat enveloped her pussy as Cayl’s hand slid over the barely there coverage of her thong. He lifted his head, eyes glowing, breath fast and harsh against her skin. “She is getting wetter,” he said, his voice shimmering with amazement. “Just from your speaking.”

  “Our pretty little slut likes to hear what we’re going to do to her.” The hand covering her ass retreated for a moment then returned with a sharp smack to her butt cheek. The shock zipped through her body but did nothing to clear the sensual fog covering her brain.

  Cayl’s fingers skimmed across the front panel of her panties, pressing lightly into her slit. He tapped her clit, a teasing stroke that increased the sweet tension. “This is most fascinating. That she would become aroused just by your words, without touching her. Perhaps I should remove my hand and we could test the limits of this phenomenon.”

  “No…” She groaned and grabbed Cayl’s wrist, holding him in place, rocking her hips up, pumping his fingers against her clit. “Don’t. I—”

  She tried to form a coherent thought, plea, anything but nothing came out. She could only hope that Mace understood and would help.

  “I think she needs both of us. You stroke that pretty cunt while I kiss her soft lips and tell her how sexy she is, how much we want to fuck her.”

  Cayl nodded, eyes wide and curious as he dipped his finger beneath the thin panel. Hot fingers slid between her pussy lips, slipping into her passage. The sudden invasion drew a faint gasp from Devin’s mouth.

  “That’s it, honey. Let those fingers fill that sweet cunt.” Mace whispered the words against her lips. Cayl slipped his finger into her passage and slowly began to pump, rocking in time to Mace’s voice. The world began to blur. “Fuck. Your cunt is going to squeeze me so tight when I fill you, fuck you. Ride you hard.”

  The words combined with the caresses to her pussy and she cried out, clutching the solid objects in her world—Mace and Cayl, wanting, needing what they promised. She pumped her ass up, driving Cayl’s fingers inside her.

  Deep masculine groans teased her skin, both males drowning in her pleasure. Mace’s voice grew indistinct—sexual whispers against her lips, splintered by kisses and wicked spanks to her ass. The actual words no longer mattered. Only that he kept talking. And touching. Cayl’s fingers worked her pussy, fucking her in slow steady strokes while he worshiped her breasts, moving from one to the other, murmuring against her skin.

  “Sorry to interrupt—” The new voice barely shattered the sensual haze covering her mind. Devin opened her eyes and blinked until the cocktail waitress came into focus. “But it’s company policy. This section is reserved for actual bar customers.” Devin’s mind began to clear. “I’m Jessica, your waitress. Can I get you anything?” She winked at Devin. “Anything else, that is?”

  “Diet soda,” she announced by instinct while her mind shouted “tequila shot” but she knew that wasn’t a good idea. her inhibitions didn’t need to be lowered any more than they already were.

  “Bring us a couple of beers,” Mace ordered, tipping his head toward Cayl. “Whatever’s on tap is fine.”

  “Thanks.” The waitress wrote down their order. “I’ll let you get back to it then.” Her eyes made a quick trip around the three of them and she licked her lips. “Have fun.”

  Devin nodded then turned back to Mace and Cayl. Focus was returning. She could almost think.

  She opened her mouth to speak and Mace was there, covering her lips in a devastating kiss. This seemed to the trigger for Cayl. He spread her jacket open and quickly returned to sucking on her breasts.

  “Wha-what about our drinks?” she mumbled through thick lips when Mace gave her a few seconds to breathe.

  “We’ll stop when they come, if you don’t come first.”

  Chapter Six

  Devin gasped as his words stroked her bare skin. Mace’s lips bent into a smile second
s before he kissed her again. One hand gripped her ass, the other skipped up her thigh, urging her to spread her legs wider, joining Cayl’s exploration of her pussy. Need raged inside her. She moved with the delicate touches, opening her thighs. Both men groaned, hands sliding between her legs, beneath the edge of her panties. Fire spun through her pussy as they touched her, strong fingers dipping into her passage, teasing her clit.

  They moved together caressing her until she rocked against their hands. Strong muscles supported her back as she pumped her hips up, thrusting against their fingers, driving them into her pussy.

  A click sounded next to her head, intruding on her climb. She glanced left. Jessica, the waitress, put the next glass down on the table with a snap.

  “Damn, that looks like fun.” She leaned forward—her impressive breasts bulging out of the tiny tank top she wore—giving all of them a full dose of her cleavage. “Anything else you’d like to try?”

  Cayl lifted his head and looked at Jessica’s breasts as if he was actually considering the offer. And why wouldn’t he? He was a male after all, even if it was just for a few days. He pursed his lips and continued the intense concentration on the waitress’s well-endowed chest, finally turning his gaze back to Devin. He slowly shook his head.

  “No, thank you. I’m quite content with the pleasure I have before me.”

  The waitress sighed.

  “Too bad, ‘cuz she looks like she’s having a great time.”

  Cayl nodded. He dipped his fingers back into her passage, thumb sliding across her clit. Her thoughts blurred for a moment. “It is clear that she is enjoying intense sexual pleasure.”

  The waitress giggled. “You talk funny. Kind of like that other guy.”

  The fog evaporated and Devin’s head snapped around. Cayl straightened as well, practically throwing her off his lap. Only Mace’s hand saved her before she tumbled to the ground.

  Cayl opened his mouth, his focus locked on the waitress. Devin could see the demand in his eyes. Feeling a little steadier, she dug her fingers into his shoulder, warning him to be silent.

  “What other guy?” she asked in what she hoped was a casual tone. She cocked her hips to the side and leaned into Mace. He moved forward, taking her weight and keeping silent.

  “Don’t know his name. He’s been coming in for about two weeks now. Bright blue eyes, glasses, dark hair. Talks real stern and funny.” She smiled at Cayl. “Just like you.”

  “Is he here tonight?” Devin leaned as far forward as Mace’s hold would let her. “I didn’t think there was another one like my guy in the world. I’d love to meet this man.” She winked.

  Jessica’s eyes widened. “He’s that good of a fuck?” she asked, breathless. Devin nodded. “I wondered about that. This guy looks kind of stiff.” She glanced back at Cayl. She giggled and shrugged. “Well, I guess you can never tell by looking, huh?” She looked around the room then shook her head. “I haven’t seen him come through tonight. He usually comes in every couple of days, hooks up with a new girl and then leaves.” She nodded to Devin who returned the purely feminine look.

  “Well, if you see him, maybe you could point him out?”

  The teasing light in Jessica’s eyes dimmed a bit but she shrugged. “Sure.” She glanced at the table, the edges of her mouth curled downward. “How should I charge the drinks?” Devin sighed. She wasn’t going to get any help from that waitress.

  “Just put them on my account,” Mace said. She nodded again and walked away.

  Devin waited until Jessica was out of hearing distance before she turned. She was all business once again.

  Mace shifted, trying to ease the pressure on his hard-on. Not that he was the only guy in the room who had a hard-on—it would be kind of odd if he didn’t—but it made it a little difficult to focus. Of course, Devin’s open jacket and those gorgeous breasts didn’t help. Damn, Cayl had been working her hard. Her nipples were puffy and pink, probably very sensitive but she seemed to like Cayl’s rough touch. Mace groaned. She’d been wet, slick, ready to be fucked.

  “Okay, we know what he looks like now—”

  Mace shook his head and tried to focus on her face. His mother had trained him to be a gentleman—not that it always worked—and part of that was to look a woman in the eye. He didn’t think his mother had ever imagined this situation.

  “All we know is he has dark hair and blue eyes.”

  “And glasses,” she pointed out.

  “Oh, that’s going to help.”

  She tipped her head to the side and looked a little bit smug. “There aren’t that many guys here wearing glasses. Probably doesn’t look cool enough.”

  “Still there are enough men with glasses that this guy is going to be impossible to pick out.”

  “He’s got bright blue eyes, the waitress said,” she pointed out. She nodded to Cayl. “Like his.”

  Mace looked at the other man and realized his eyes went beyond bright to almost glowing.

  “That is probably why he wears the glasses,” Cayl said. “To hide the intensity of his gaze. It is the one thing that we retain from our original form.”

  Mace clenched his teeth together, holding back words that he was sure would make him look like an idiot but damn, he was almost starting to believe Cayl—and maybe this guy they were looking for—was an alien. Great. They’ve dragged him into their insanity.

  “We should search for him,” Cayl announced.

  “In this crowd?” The club was jumping tonight.

  “We could go stand at the entrance monitor who comes in.”

  Mace looked at Devin and saw she was thinking what he was thinking. “That probably isn’t a good idea,” Mace said. “The bouncers in this place are jumpy and well trained. They don’t like gawkers.”

  “Then how are we to find him?”

  “I’ll make a circle of the club.” He shook his head. What the hell was he thinking? Sure. I’ll go look for the alien. “See if I see anyone with dark hair, glasses and glowing blue eyes.” With a sigh that Devin echoed, he slipped his fingers from her pussy. She moved, standing up, the skirt falling to cover that sweet ass.

  “I should come with you.”

  “No.” Cayl grabbed Devin’s hand and yanked her down on the bench beside him. “Mace will search. We will blend with the crowd.” His free hand was already sliding beneath her blouse.

  “Oh no,” she said, her voice breathy. She grabbed his wrist and pulled it away. “We have to keep watch here in case he goes by. Neither of us will be focused if we’re, you know, blending.”

  Mace knew he could have left to wander the room but he wanted to see how this played out.

  “But you said we would be conspicuous if we sat and watched.”

  Devin’s throat tightened in a frantic swallow. The sight made Mace’s cock bounce. Fuck he wanted to see her swallow his dick.

  “Well, maybe we could touch, just a little.”

  She looked up at Mace—her eyes pleading and hungry at the same time. Needing one more taste, he leaned in, took a quick kiss, and turned away even as Cayl reached for Devin. By the time he got back she’d probably be naked and spread-eagle on the table. Not that he had a problem with that. He just wanted to be there when it happened.

  He frowned and pushed through the crowd, nudging people out of his way, keeping his eyes peeled for someone with glowing eyes. He’d found a couple of candidates but they were female and on closer inspection he decided they were wearing contacts.

  Mace completed his circuit of the room, returning back to Cayl and Devin. It looked like she’d managed to stay upright and fairly clothed. Cayl’s hand was inside her blouse covering one breast, tweaking the nipple and soothing it, even as his mouth was locked on hers in a kiss.

  Mace watched for a few minutes, leaning closer until one of them noticed him.

  Cayl lifted his head. His lips had that just kissed look—pink and puffy and wet.

  “You’ve returned.” Cayl sounded almost drunk. He blinked
and shook his head like he was trying to clear it. “Did you find our quarry?”

  “No one fitting the description. Any luck here?” He didn’t even bother to try to keep the teasing out of his voice. Hell, they hadn’t noticed him until he was practically on top of them. And damn if it didn’t look like Cayl was blushing. The low light made it difficult to see and from what he’d learned in the past twenty-four hours, not much made this guy blush.

  “No, uh, we didn’t see him either.” Cayl jumped to his feet. “I will search. You will stay here and monitor…” He lifted his chin and there was a definite burn to his cheeks. “You will stay here. I will return.”

  “I don’t think—” Devin never got a chance to finish her protest. Cayl slipped into the crowd leaving Mace alone with Devin. Or as alone as they could be in a packed club with people practically having sex around them.

  There was no actual fucking going on. That was one of the club rules. There were rooms for that. But nakedness, fondling, sucking, spanking…all encouraged to watch or participate in.

  Devin sat up, her lips showing the same bee-stung glow as Cayl’s, closed the front clip of her bra and tugged at the hem of her skirt. She squeezed her knees together, looking almost prim—despite the fact that her skirt barely hit mid-thigh, her blouse was still unbuttoned and every breath she took threatened to spill her breasts out the top of her bra.

  And damn if the proper image didn’t drive Mace to debauch her. Wouldn’t be hard. He could tell that she was struggling to remain calm but her body was still humming. She hadn’t come when they’d both been touching her and she didn’t have the satisfied glow of someone who had just climaxed.

  This could be fun, he thought. Keep her on the edge, until she begging for it.

  He took the seat beside her and draped his arm over the back of the booth. Except for the kiss that morning, this was the only time he’d been alone with her. He leaned in, toying with her hair.

  “So, what shall we do while we wait?”

  Her shoulders went back a little further. “We’re not really waiting. We’re watching. Monitoring.”