Code Monkey [Drunk Monkeys 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  Although she was a hacker. But they had two of those already, Lima and Ax.

  She’d be in harm’s way, or the risk of it, even with them.

  Could he stand the guilt if she came with them and got hurt or…worse?

  He’d seen how guilt had torn Ax up, and it hadn’t even been directly his fault, or people he’d known first-hand.

  After…all of this. They could come back and then really get to know her, see if she even still wanted them. For all he knew, this could be as much a stress and grief reaction to her brother’s death rather than genuine lust. He and Delta certainly weren’t strangers to coming back from a dangerous mission and then fucking some woman’s brains out to remind themselves they were still alive and whole.

  As whole as they could be after what they did for a living.

  They ended up on one of the beds, her between them, the men taking turns kissing her as their hands roamed her body, up under her T-shirt. When Delta’s hand slipped under her shorts and inside the waistband of her panties, she froze and let out a needy moan.

  The men raised their heads and looked down at her. “Someone is horny,” Juju teased.

  Juju guessed Delta had started finger-fucking her. “Yeah, her sweet pussy is nice and wet, too. She shouldn’t have any problem taking us.”

  “We’ll have to make sure we grab condoms and lube later on,” Juju said, staring down into her blue eyes. “So we can properly fuck that sweet ass of yours.” His fingers cupped around her left breast and found her nipple peaked, tight. He gently pinched it. “Can’t fuck you right unless we do that at least once. One of us in that pussy, and one of us in your ass, making you beg for more.”

  Her lips parted as she gasped.

  “You ever have someone in your ass before?”

  Her throat worked as she swallowed hard. “Couple of times. Last boyfriend. That was over two years ago.”

  “Ooh,” Delta purred. “Our sweet girl likes it dirty. Perfect.”

  She gasped again as he did something with his fingers.

  “We love a sweet woman with a dirty side,” Delta said. “A woman who loves to get pounded into the mattress by real men who know how to treat a woman right in bed and out of it.”

  Juju nibbled on her left earlobe. “And we’ll make sure to spit-roast you, too,” he whispered, enjoying seeing how gooseflesh rose up on her arms. “A cock down that gorgeous throat of yours, and a cock deep inside your pussy.”

  * * * *

  If they kept talking that way to her, Shasta knew she was going to blow right there. Between that sexy-as-hell purr in Delta’s voice, and his fingers slowly sliding in and out of her pussy and circling her clit, she was damned close to coming already.

  This was sexier than anything she’d felt in…

  Ever.

  Damn sure a hell of a lot better than playing with herself ever felt.

  Actually, so far, these two men had only gotten to second base—or was that third?—and it was far better than anything she remembered with any of her previous relationships.

  Ever.

  Evvveerrr.

  And then her clothes seemed to magically disappear. Hers and theirs both, and she lay sandwiched between two handsome, hot, hunky guys with hard bodies sculpted by their years of what they did for a living.

  And thank you, they were hung.

  Ahhh.

  Her hands closed on their cocks, slowly stroking, slicking their pre-cum over their cockheads and enjoying their throaty, appreciative moans.

  Seemed she wasn’t the only one in desperate need of some tension relief.

  “Tell us what you want, baby,” Juju said. “We want to hear those dirty things from your sweet lips.”

  “I want you to fuck me, please. And I want to suck your cocks.”

  They moved like the well-synchronized team they were. She ended up on top of Delta, turned around so she could sixty-nine with him while he pulled her pussy down onto his mouth.

  Her lips no sooner closed around the head of Delta’s cock than she was coming, moaning, transported to a level of pleasure that blasted her mind out of her body into a realm she never dreamed existed.

  Boy, had she lived a sheltered life.

  Delta’s tongue did some sort of otherworldly magic on her clit, or so it felt like, drawing circles around it, flicking at it, lightly sucking. He kept her orgasm rolling, swelling, flowing as if it had a life of its own independent of her nervous system. She’d had oral before, but again…

  Never.

  This.

  Good.

  This wasn’t even on the same chart as good. Fandamntastic was closer, but still a poor adjective lacking in the finer nuances of just how great Delta was with his mouth.

  Then Juju got into position behind her, one hand on her hip and the other on his cock as he slowly swiped the engorged head of it up and down her slit.

  Easing inside her, he sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck, you’re so goddamned tight, baby,” he said, gasping. “I am not going to last long.”

  She moaned again, making Delta moan around her clit.

  Every bit of ground Juju gained as he pressed forward amplified everything Delta was doing to her with his mouth by a factor of eleven. She deep-throated Delta, her muffled scream of pleasure as Juju’s cock slid over her G-spot adding a rocket-pack to her pleasure.

  Forget orbit, she’d been launched into deep space with this session.

  And then Juju started fucking her. Slowly at first, he built up the force and the pace until she was moaning around Delta’s cock in what felt like one long rolling orgasm that didn’t want to stop.

  She hoped it wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

  Juju held onto both her hips. “That’s it, baby. This is just the appetizer. You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

  She’d wrapped her arms around Delta’s thighs, holding on as she licked and sucked on his cock between periods of not doing anything but moaning around it.

  Basically holding on for dear life. Delta was moaning between her legs, adding to the pleasure, while Juju was determined to fuck her to death in the good way, driving three more orgasms out of her until he finally couldn’t hold it anymore and let loose with his own, burying his cock deep inside of her and holding still to catch his breath.

  When Juju finally moved, like a flash Delta had flipped her onto her back and turned around, climbing between her legs. He fisted his cock and quickly found his target, bracing his arms on either side of her on the mattress as he smiled down at her.

  His technique was different, slow, finding every sweet spot inside and out. With her clit pleasantly swollen and aching from him sucking on it, and throbbing from echoes of pleasure still reeling through her, every stroke he took with his cock only drove her closer to another release.

  Damn.

  Yet another first. She’d never had a guy simply fuck an orgasm out of her before. And yet…

  Oohhh!

  Delta grinned down at her. “There you go. I feel that sweet pussy grabbing my cock.”

  “That’s a great feeling, isn’t it?” Juju agreed from where he’d stretched out next to her. He reached out and played with her nipples. “Just hearing her moan and feeling her pussy throbbing around my cock. Her own built-in lie detector.”

  “Don’t ever lie to us, baby,” Delta said. “If we don’t make you feel good, tell us so we can fix it.”

  She would have answered except her back arched while she moaned her way through another release.

  “There you go,” Delta said. He started fucking her, hard and fast and impossibly triggering one last little orgasm in her before he added his load to her full pussy and fell still.

  Leaning in, he kissed her, gently nibbling on her lower lip. “So, so good.”

  The tears hit her from out of nowhere. Concerned, the men sandwiched her between them, Delta’s rapidly softening cock still embedded in her.

  “What’s wrong?” Juju asked. “Did we hurt you?”

  She snort-lau
ghed, but still cried, which devolved into snot-sobbing. Juju ran to grab her some tissues but it took her a good twenty minutes before she calmed.

  And then the worried looks on their faces made her giggle.

  And giggle.

  Until she couldn’t control it and she was giggling and laughing and snot-sobbing and crying and thinking maybe they’d broken her brain with the pleasure she’d just felt.

  “Are you all right?” Delta asked.

  She snuggled tightly between them. “Sorry. I’m okay. I think everything’s catching up with me. I haven’t really had time to just…be.”

  Juju nuzzled her forehead with his. “Then instead of another round of fucking, let’s chill out and nap. We’ll take you out shooting and then get some food.”

  “Sounds good to me,” Delta said, sounding deliciously sated. He draped an arm around her and spooned against her back. “Naps are good.”

  Closing her eyes, she realized she didn’t want to argue.

  * * * *

  Shasta wanted another roll in the hay when they awoke from their nap following their first session, but the men made her settle for all three of them crammed in the shower together.

  “What are your tattoos?” she said. “They match.” It looked like a round, tribal monkey, in black. Delta’s was on the back of his left shoulder, Juju’s on the back of his right.

  “It’s our unit symbol,” Juju said. “We all have them in different places.”

  She let her fingers trace them, trying to memorize every inch of their flesh.

  Making good use of her time with them was at the top of her list.

  Not to mention it kept her mind off less-desirable thoughts and memories.

  Like how their flesh, warm and wet in the shower, felt nothing like Stu’s flesh had when she’d found him that day.

  She immediately cut off that line of thinking.

  They took her car and drove to a gun range on the north side of Houston. Renting ear protection for all three of them, and eye protection for the two men since she already had glasses, they worked with her much as they had with Ax. First thing was to figure out if she was right- or left-eye dominant. That discovered, they were able to show her how to aim.

  Delta got behind her, arms around her, and helped her get into position.

  She couldn’t help it. She tried to wiggle her ass against him and was pleased when she felt him respond.

  He sighed, but it sounded patient, not irritated. “You can play with that gun later,” he said, shifting away from her. “This firearm needs your full concentration for now.”

  “Spoilsport.”

  “Nope. I want to make sure you can protect yourself.” He nibbled on the side of her neck. “Want to protect what’s ours.”

  “Got that damn straight,” Juju said.

  Then they showed her how to break the gun down, how to put it together, and made her do it herself several times before they’d even let her shoot it.

  Finally, Juju stood behind her, his arms around her, his hands clamped over her hands.

  “It’s going to kick a little,” he said. “Try not to tense up.”

  Knowing the gun was full of ammo this time helped keep her focused and not trying to divert his attention to sexier matters. She did want to learn this.

  But telling her not to tense up was about as useful as telling her to stop converting oxygen into carbon dioxide. When she pulled the trigger, it felt like forever before the hammer fell and the shot rang out, scaring the crap out of her.

  Delta nodded. “That’s good. Keep going.”

  With Juju’s hands over hers to make sure she didn’t lose the gun, she emptied the other eight rounds from that mag and then the slide locked open.

  “Good,” Juju said, removing his hands. “Now dump that mag, put a new one in, and this time, you fire it by yourself.”

  Nervously, she did, feeling terrified.

  The gun kicked some, but not as badly as she thought it might without Juju’s help. She hit the target, down and outside of the human torso outline, but at least she hit the damn thing.

  Delta and Juju gave her more pointers as she finished off that mag.

  And they made her do it again.

  And again.

  Finally, after going through an entire box of ammunition, they made her break the gun down again and clean it, put it back together, and fire one more test round to ensure everything was working properly.

  Then she had to reload the spare mags.

  But despite sore fingers, she felt far more confident with the weapon. She knew how to activate the safety, how to reload the mags, how to clear a jam from the gun.

  “What do you think?” Delta asked Juju. “Does she get it back?”

  He nodded, smiling. “I think so.” He touched his forehead to hers. “As long as you promise not to point it at us again.”

  She smiled. “I promise, sarge.”

  Delta hooted. “Oh, she’s feisty.”

  “Yeah,” Juju said. “I think it’s time to go back to the room and fuck a little of that feistiness out of her. Oh, and here.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large knife. “You can hold onto this.”

  She turned it around in her hands. About four inches long, it was a pocketknife.

  “My dad gave that to me when I enlisted,” he said. “It’s a Buck knife. Good quality, and good luck. Hold onto it for me.” He smiled. “I’ll get it back from you one day.” He closed her fingers around it.

  Her grip tightened around it as she looked up into his eyes. “I’ll hold you to that,” she said.

  “I hope you do. I’ll expect it back when we get you back.”

  “That’s a promise for you to come back to me, right?”

  He smiled. “Of course it is.”

  “Absolutely,” Delta said. “If you’ll have us.”

  “I’ll have you as much as I can.”

  Juju tipped his head, his lips just above hers. “We want to have you as much as we can, too. For as long as you’ll have us.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Stunned, Jerald stared at his computer screen.

  What. The. Fuck?

  They’d just lost Houston. Fortunately, no personnel were killed, but the lab was…

  Gone.

  It was like they had a mole inside their own network giving the Drunk Monkeys information on their facilities and taking them out, one by one.

  He had two options. Well, more than two options, but only two viable ones.

  He either had to kill Hannibal now and be done with it, or figure out how to find Mary Silo and bring her in. Because the man was going to go absolutely fucking batshit bananas when he learned about this.

  There was no way in hell this was an accident, even if other buildings besides their facility were involved.

  That had been the entire Kite drug inventory in the Houston area.

  Calm down. There have to be more options here.

  He’d arranged phone calls that afternoon for Hannibal with Senator Tom Davis and Senator Bill Parnassus. Hannibal had wanted status reports from them about what was being done to either divert resources to finding Mary, or finding the scientists and getting them ordered in.

  In Jerald’s mind, the fact that Hannibal had fallen back to that plan worried Jerald. It meant the man was no longer thinking rationally, carefully. He wasn’t accepting the new world order or the facts as they knew them.

  He wasn’t listening to Jerald.

  A gem of an idea formed.

  Jerald called Tom Davis.

  “I need a favor.”

  “What now?”

  “I need you to feed Hannibal a line of bullshit when you talk to him this afternoon.”

  “Such as?”

  “I want you to tell him that you’ve got a couple of spooks working to find Mary Silo and that they are hot on her tail, operatives from the CIA outside Gen. Arliss’ sphere of influence.”

  He sounded less than thrilled with that. “Why?�
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  “Because if you don’t, there are going to be some serious problems, that’s why. Just make something up. Anything. Call me back later at this number and tell me what you told him so we have our stories straight.”

  “You want me to lie to him?”

  “That’s what I just said.”

  Silence met him. Finally, the senator spoke. “What’s going on?”

  “I’m trying to rein him in,” Jerald said. “You have no idea, and you don’t want to know, what the man is capable of. If you do this, I will, from this point on, personally guarantee you don’t have to pay another cent in extortion money. I will destroy all the evidence we have about you, and continue to lie to Hannibal that you’re still paying.”

  “I don’t get it. This doesn’t make any sense. How do I know you’re not setting me up with Hannibal?”

  “Look,” Jerald said. “You do this, and it won’t be long before you understand why I’m making this offer to you, right now. You in? Or are you out?”

  “I’m in,” he finally said.

  “Good.”

  “He’s recording my calls, isn’t he? What’s to say he won’t try to blackmail me with what I say?”

  “For starters, I’ll delete them. If anything is mentioned, I’ll come to your defense and say we were working together, trying to humor an increasingly senile old man showing signs of dementia, and trying to preserve his dignity in the only way we could at this trying time in his life.”

  Davis snorted. “All righty, then. Coup d’état it is.”

  “You could say that. Unlike Hannibal, I’d prefer to earn loyalty by rewarding people rather than by coercing them.”

  Which was utter bullshit, and Jerald knew it. But he also knew he was desperate, Tom Davis was increasingly desperate, and if he didn’t get this situation locked down, now, it would desperately spin out of control too damn fast.

  “Then I hope you remember this,” Davis said. “What I’m doing for you now.”

  “Believe me, I will. I swear.”

  Jerald ended that call and placed a similar one to Sen. Bill Parnassus, who was even more suspicious than Tom Davis had been.