Drake began circling her clit with his other hand as more fingers pushed into her dripping channel. “You’re so beautiful, Harper. Can you feel how much your body wants us both?” Harper whimpered in ecstasy behind Joel’s big hand that still held her quiet.
She moved rhythmically against Drake’s hands now, striving for the peak that seemed so tantalizingly close. Joel began to suck strongly on her breast, taking up the same rhythm. The combined sensations on her pussy and breasts and the erotic thrill of Joel’s hand forcefully reminding her of the need to be quiet had her thrashing in their arms, desperate for the orgasm she knew only they could give her. The sensations were nearly overwhelming as she felt her body climb higher and higher. Heat burst through her, exploding in a shower of sensation. The orgasm ripped through her flailing body, brilliant rainbow colors bursting behind her eyes as wave after wave of pleasure stole her breath. Slowly, her heart rate returned to normal.
Harper snapped out of her dream and Joel and Drake were looking at her flushed face in confusion. She had actually had a silent orgasm at the dining table, at least she hoped it was silent, the others were talking and not even looking at her, so she grasped onto the hope she hadn't embarrassed herself.
Chapter Ten
Drake and Joel shared a look, they needed to talk, as the days had gone by, both of them realized that Joel stepping aside was not going to work. They were reading her cues, and when she asked a question, it was to both of them. She didn’t appear to distinguish between the two of them, instead she had fallen into the habit of addressing them together.
They finished their meal and tried to ignore the flushed face Harper was sporting. It made them both hard thinking about what had made her moan softly and shift in her chair so often. It had to be one hell of a thought.
Drake pushed on Joel’s shoulder and motioned to the small room where they could still see Harper but be able to speak in private. Joel nodded and they stood and excused themselves, telling Harper they needed to decide who they had left to contact. Because she was obviously needing a minute to gather herself, she smiled and nodded.
When they were in the alcove, Drake spoke softly, “Joel, we need to talk about this, I know this isn’t the prime time, but this is fucking with my head.”
Joel nodded and looked back to the table where Harper was staring into space again, he was torn between wanting to go and pull her into his arms and demand to know what was going on in her pretty little head, or just kissing her senseless. “Yeah, I tried, man, I just can’t seem to walk away.”
“I know, me too. Listen, I know we have never talked about this, and I know there will be a lot of conversations to come if we decide we can do this. But I have seen the others in their relationships, I swear, I never really thought they would work. The more I look at them though, the more I think that this would work, but only with you and Harper,” Drake admitted slowly.
Joel looked at him in surprise. “Dude, not gay.”
“Asshat, neither am I. Shit, I love you, but you are not my type.” Drake laughed.
“Good, just so were a clear on that. But yeah, I have been thinking the same thing, I gotta tell you, not with anyone else would I ever consider this, but I don’t think I would mind sharing her with you. When we are together, it seems like she can't pick, she is attracted to us both. But if we go there, we are all in. I don’t think she will be able to handle starting this and then pulling out,” Joel said.
“I know, I understand and I am ready to do this if you are. We are gonna have to move a little slowly, but after seeing her at the table, I could have sworn she had an orgasm,” Drake said.
“Me too. So how does this work?” Joel said.
“We agree to work as a team, no secrets, and we show her that we are serious about this. Like I said, we will have lots of discussions. But I trust you, and surprisingly I am not jealous when I walk in on the two of you alone. Even with the others, I feel a little jealous but with you, it is more like a relief that you are there to watch over her. I don’t think you would ever keep me out of the loop when it comes to her. She can be a righteous bitch, but I think with the two of us, we could tame her from at least not shooting one of us in the nuts,” Drake said.
“Complete agreement, and I get what you are saying. For now, we get her to her bedroom, she looks exhausted, and then we can talk more. Sound good?” Joel said.
“After you, brother,” Drake said.
Harper looked out of the side of her eyes at the two men standing in the alcove obviously in a deep discussion. They were going to drive her crazy, but it was a good kind apparently, because she was hot for two men who were best friends and she couldn’t seem to snap out of it.
“Let’s get you off to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a big day and we need to be fresh,” Joel said.
Harper nodded, she kinda liked it when they said things like that, it showed they actually cared about something other than sex. They worried about her. “Yep, I was thinking the same thing.” Well she had been thinking about ordering a few toys online in order to actually help her through this crazy situation. One of them was a vibrator that assured satisfaction. It was still a thought, she just had to decide how to get it without actually having to deliver it to the front door.
She rose and allowed the men to each grasp her elbow. They said goodnight to the guys, who smiled and nodded. She was feeling more comfortable with even Thane, who seemed to have accepted her as a member of the ‘team’.
When they exited the room, the guys let her elbows go and took her hands. She didn’t pull away—she was startled though. This was the first time they had ever touched her in anything other than a friendly manner, this felt like something more.
Harper remained silent and let them take the lead. She wanted to see where this was going to go, with everything that is going on right now, she needed to make sure they knew she wasn't into a quick fuck right now. Well more like ever, she never really saw the point to them. She had been in only two relationships that led to sex, none of them fulfilling. She could get herself off faster than she could get the fumbling idiots who like to stick it in then come and fall asleep.
When they reached her door both of the men held her hand for a second before letting go and Drake turned her to face them.
“Sleep well, sweetheart,” Joel said, leaned in, and kissed her. She was caught off guard and it took her a moment to respond but when she did, Harper put everything she had into the kiss. They had been driving her nuts for too long.
Joel was gentle but commanding. His lips were firm and extremely talented, as she had thought they would be. It only took a few brushes of their lips to feel the heat and Harper opened her mouth without thought. Giving her access to Joel without question. His tongue swept through her mouth in a demanding way, not letting her take back what she had given him. He explored, teased, and dominated her mouth. By the time he pulled back, she was breathless.
“Uh…okay,” Harper said and then was swept into Drake’s arms quickly.
He gave her no notice and wasn't the sweet kiss she had just received. No, Drake was explosive, just like she knew he would be. His kiss demanded a response from her the moment their lips met. She didn’t want to even take a breath for fear that it would end. She felt his desperation, and it matched hers. Damn, when he released her, she instinctively leaned forward trying to keep their connection. Harper felt Drake's chuckle and opened her eyes.
“Game on, little one,” Drake drawled, letting her go and then both men pushed her into the room gently before telling her to dream of them.
Bastards.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Diego roared. “That idiot did what?”
His second shifted on his feet, when they had learned that Lipit had indeed survived the initial poisoning, Diego had ordered him to take care of it. He hadn't been mad or irritated at all with him because the drug, if caught early enough, could be stopped. But they had known where he was and had many contacts who would have been a
ble to end it swiftly. However, before they had been able to, their missing contact had decided he was going to take care of it himself without checking with him. This is why he hated to deal with Americans.
“He has been taken into custody,” his second said.
“Where?” Diego snarled.
He told him with the FBI, and Frank was under lock and key, he was fortunately not his only mole. “Kill him.”
“On it. What do you want me to do with the others we are seeking?” he asked his boss.
“Assign someone else, I want this dealt with personally by you. Kill him and then come back. We are going to begin planning to get this over with and leave the country. The rest of our plans can be fulfilled somewhere else. I just need to get my brother and his bitch out of the way, plus this team is going to die by my hands and soon."
His second left the room, and the outrage began to flow through him. His mother entered the room and he turned to look at her.
“Fix this,” she said firmly and stared at him.
“Dario will not live through this,” he commented.
She shrugged and walked out of the room again.
In the next office, Dario was watching, he had heard all of the conversation between his treacherous family. At first angry, but Melanie had convinced him to think through his actions. For that he would be forever grateful. Killing his entire family wouldn't have made for good publicity. So he waited.
However, it seemed the time had come to regroup and disappear until he could talk to Thane, the only man he trusted completely. The embarrassment would be great, that he had found out his brother was responsible for Team TEN’s deaths. He knew that Thane and the others were going to be pissed, he only hoped before they killed him, they’d helped Mel, he had gotten her into this mess and he needed to make sure he got her out.
Chapter Eleven
Harper woke in the morning feeling just as frustrated as she had when she went to bed. The only thing that seemed to work was exhausting herself to the point she fell into the bed and went into a restless sleep. One with dreams filled with two obnoxious teasing men who pissed her off more than life itself. The fuckers knew exactly what they were doing when they sent her to bed last night like a virgin. Damn, they only had to follow her into the room and she would have been more than happy to stop this game they were playing.
She was not a delicate flower, she was a woman who had every intention of kicking them in the nuts if they didn’t do what she wanted them to do. She knew she could be demanding, all of her boyfriends had been good enough to point out her faults before they had walked out the door. All except one, he just disappeared mysteriously one day after she had gone to work. After making sure he was alive and apparently staying with his mother, she let it go with a shrug.
This time she was not, she was going to kick someone’s ass and then let them know she wasn’t a freaking normal woman. She wouldn't be played with, or sit in a room and cry if they ignored her. Harper would make them pay for what she thought they did and make them cry like girls, before she ever would let them see her cry.
She groaned in frustration and then got up, she needed a shower, a cup of coffee, and some chocolate, maybe not in that order, but somewhere in the next hour would probably do.
“But Bailey, how the hell do we get her to agree to this?” Drake argued.
“Listen, you called me and asked my advice, Harper sounds like a woman who already knows her own mind. She is not going to argue or waffle, if you give her a choice, she will make the right decision. She will get offended by anything other than the hard, honest truth. Where some women need to be wooed, you are going to give her a gun as a present. She sounds like a ball-busting bitch, whom I am going to completely adore. Now, put the phone down, quit acting like a pussy, and go to the nearest gun shop and get her an engraved gun, something with a pretty design, she may be a bitch, but she is still a woman, they like shit like that,” Bailey said and laughed before hanging up.
“That was so not helpful,” Joel groaned.
They had spent the night hashing over the way they wanted this relationship to work. Both had agreed on every point as they talked into the night, which made them both hopeful this was going to work, since they had the same values and ideas.
What it had boiled down to was the feelings, they weren't enough for one woman. However, after talking about their pasts, they agreed this would work since they both had different issues. Harper would be taken care of no matter what.
“Okay, Romeo, how do you want to deal with this. I have called my last female I can ask, they all said the same thing, and they laughed at us. Sable and the crew were all in agreement. Then the others were all in agreement with them. If we try the sweet route this is gonna fail. She is not like other women, the foo-foo shit isn’t going to work.” Drake shrugged.
“But a gun, seriously. Nothing says romance like a firearm,” Joel grumbled.
“Think of it this way, at least we will know what weapons she has readily available. So if she gets pissed at one of us, we lock the gun safe and put the other weapons away. We stand a better chance of getting to apologize,” Drake said.
“Great,” Joel snorted.
“Hey, if you are having second thoughts tell me now,” Drake said.
“No, shit, no. It's more like how the fuck to get this started so my blue balls are relieved. Shit, I had to actually wear sweats today because when I think about her I get hard. Do you know how uncomfortable I am?” Joel laughed.
Drake stood and pointed to his sweats and said, “Yeah.”
“So, what do we do?” Joel laughed.
“We make it through the meeting this morning, ask Tank to point us to the closest shop, and then we set out to convince our dangerous little woman she can't live without us,” Drake said.
“Do we buy nut cups anywhere in the day,” Joel said and stood.
“We should maybe get them now, 'cause I would bet that right about now, she is a force to be reckoned with,” Drake said.
Where the fuck were they? she wondered in her bitchy thoughts. Since coming downstairs she had been a bear, and her mood wasn’t going to get any better it seemed, the coffee, the chocolate, nothing worked. She was about ready to ask Thane if he would like to spar this morning.
“Good morning,” Drake yelled and walked into the dining room followed by Joel.
Oh really, they were going to play this that way were they. Bring it.
The guys murmured a greeting and she grinned as if she didn’t have a care in the world. She was certain she could hide her intent until they had a chance to show her they totally weren't playing with her. She watched them closely.
The guys had agreed they hadn't wanted to make her uncomfortable until they held the meeting. Things did take precedence. They got a plate and filled it with what the buffet offered and then sat on either side of her and smiled. Both of them brushed their hands against her leg as if in greeting, wanting to lean over and kiss her good morning but not daring to until they had gotten things settled.
Harper visibly relaxed as she felt their touch. However, they could still see she was on edge, it was just what kind of edge they were worried about. It would soon be dealt with.
“We meet in fifteen in the conference room. Harper, would it be okay to ask for lunch to be brought in, I think we have a lot to talk about,” Thane said politely and they waited for Harper to nod at him as the rest of the guys walked out of the room. She shifted as if to stand when Drake and Joel both put a hand on her arm.
“Sweetheart, I don’t know what is going on in that pretty little head of yours, but we will be having a discussion tonight about a few things until then—” Drake said, leaned over, and kissed her, and smiled when he pulled back. She turned her head and Joel smiled and did the same thing.
Shit, they were going to kill her, how the hell could she sit in a meeting while her underwear was soaked with arousal already. Heck, all she had to do was see them and she got wet. She was pat
hetic—a weak woman. Well that was a bit dramatic but right now she was pretty sure she was entitled.
“Well then, I would suggest we go to where we are supposed to go, and get this worked out,” Harper said.
The men laughed when she stood. She needed to work something out, and right now the best course of action was to make it through the meeting, this was important. And she was going to handle business first. The men continued to laugh as they grabbed their plates and walked behind her into the meeting room. The screens were all running and it looked like something out of the NORAD center.
Thane stood, “Let's go over what the hell we have all found.”
Vince stood. “My part is the blanket. I have been making calls trying to figure out why I am involved at all. I was shocked to find out everything I had known about this woman wasn't true, she had taken me just like she had a lot of her contacts. She put on a good front. Amani is not her real name. She was married to a man who is staying at our facilities in Guantanamo. For years, they were dubbed the King and Queen Terrorists of this small country. They ruled by fear, until Amani had the great idea to apparently infiltrate NATO, she wanted to know exactly what was going on. They made an alias for her, and she went to another country and made sure she was held in high esteem. Her husband kept being the bastard, although right about now, I think he is a puppet. Amani is the terrorist. Her son, whom we knew nothing about, has taken over the reins from his father, while Dario has no idea what the fuck is going on. If my people are adding the dates correct—I'm Dario’s father. Yep, a bit of a shock, but it is what it is.”
The room sat in silence, Jessie stood, “Uh…I don’t think I can top that one. I took the picture of the keys, I have narrowed it down to one of two missions we were on. I am still checking one more source but should have that soon.”