Heidi pinched her nipples and tossed her head back. She was already riding for that inebriating high when Barron and Edward joined her.
"Hi,” she said, exasperated, parting her legs and letting them have a bird's eye view of another dildo insertion. The third toy danced at her opening. A little attachment rubbed her clit and she shot off like a rocket, reaching for that exuberating fling—the one that made her crazy, the one that made her high. Ah yes, she was an adrenaline junkie.
If Edward had placed her there, she imagined he might have tied her hands but he hadn't so she had full use of her limbs. She balanced herself in the harness, pressing her palms to her knees, and allowing them to see her.
"Feel me, Edward?” she purred, teasing him when he looked as if he'd had enough.
"I feel ya, baby,” Barron answered when Edward didn't.
Poor Edward looked speechless.
"Good God, is this why I haven't seen you in the past week?” Barron asked, stepping closer and smacking her ass when the contraption swung by his head.
She had him pegged for a swatter, a guy who'd make her bottom burn. And sure enough, he wasn't going to let her down.
"Edward,” she moaned, pinching her nipples again. “Tell me what kind of woman you like in your bed."
Barron rubbed his thumb over his bottom lip. “You want me to tell you?"
"No,” she grunted, accepting a larger toy and jerking when the vibrator hummed between her pussy lips. “Edward."
Edward cleared his throat. “I like a lady who—"
"Edward, you take a lady to dinner. I want to know what you can do for a woman when she lands in your bed."
Barron faced him. “I'd kind of like to hear this myself given your current reputation."
Edward's face turned red. Poor guy had a difficult time expressing himself.
"I'd rather show you."
"Ah, God!” she screamed, an orgasm rushing over her as the dancing dildo hit its mark.
Barron's jaw dropped. “Shit, look at that!” he pointed at Heidi's vagina. She knew what he saw. She'd watched herself have sex in mirrors before. She'd watched her pussy lips flare around plenty of toys and she had a tight opening, the kind of puss that made a man like Barron harder with anticipation.
He crossed the tracks and looked up when the harness swung in front of him. “How do I cut this thing off?” he asked Edward.
She grinned at Barron. “You ... have ... to wait.” Her shoulders slumped and she rode out another climax, this time hanging on to the leather cords above her, stretching with them, bracing against them, taking and accepting the wider impalement. Lust burned at her entrance. Heat rushed over her. She wanted a man's cock. She wanted him filling her, stroking her, and oh yes! Loving her!
"Edward,” she cooed. “Edward, come with me."
He looked at her blankly.
"I didn't stutter,” she said. “Come. With. Me."
Barron looked at Edward and then gifted her with a devilish grin. “I'll come with you, Heidi."
"I know you will,” she said, smiling. “But I long to see Edward. I want him to take his cock out so we can watch."
"I'm not interested in Edward,” Barron told her. “If I pull for pleasure, I'll yank my own chain with you, baby."
"Creepy,” she whispered, enchanted anyway.
"And you love it,” Barron told her.
"I love Edward."
Edward stared right through her then.
"Don't act so surprised. You're the reason I have a second chance at life. You're the reason I'm ... fuck!” She couldn't finish what she wanted to say. She crossed over the last threshold and when she reached the substation, one dildo dropped and the ultra stimulator inched between her lips. The mega-vibrator locked between her legs and really went to work, jerking and hopping, wiggling around her opening and then thrusting inside her, pounding between her legs and fucking her like a man should.
"Wow,” Barron said. “I saw that thing at the convention.” He watched a minute. “Ten thousand says women make their husbands and boyfriends line up to pay for that thing."
Edward grinned. Heidi locked eyes with him. She knew the truth about that dildo. Edward realized she knew the truth.
She'd watched him measure himself and she'd been there when he'd taken the tape and wrapped it around his width. The dildo between her legs was a cloned cock and all the more reason she enjoyed the grand finale.
"Ah, Edward,” she sang. “Right there. Ah yes. Fuck me, Edward."
He looked at her with wide eyes. Barron watched him watching her. “You gonna leave her up there in the sky when she's crying out your name, buddy?"
"No,” he said, stalking the front coal car and throwing a lever to halt the circular motion.
"What are you doing, Edward?” she asked, coming down from another wonderful orgasm.
"I'm doing what I should've done the first day I saw you."
"What?” she screeched when he pulled her into his arms.
"I'm going to bend you over and spank that pretty ass of yours. Then? I'm going to fuck you until I can't fuck you. When I'm done? I'm going to let Barron take my place. Maybe by the time the two of us are through with you, you won't be so eager to charm a man right out of his pants."
His lips landed against hers and he kissed her. He didn't take her easy, but she didn't want easy loving. She wanted wild and rough. She wanted the Edward she'd watched in the depths of a dark night. She wanted his hands all over her. She needed him thrusting between her folds, finding that place, that one little place only a skilled, attentive lover understood how to find.
She longed for Edward, the raw man. She yearned for Edward, the seducer, the man who had one hell of a dirty and capable mind, that's the Edward she wanted. She wanted him to be a nasty boy, a vile lover who made her weak in the knees and then kept her on them for greater deeds.
Her eyes met Barron's. She knew what she had in Barron. Now, she wanted to see how far she could push Edward because she was willing to make a wager. If she pushed Edward's buttons, if she led him astray, then somehow, he'd never let her go. In fact, he'd probably beg her to stay. She was about to find out if she had a sure thing.
The time had come. Without a lot of provocation, Barron and Edward would too. And she had a feeling they would explode without any problem.
Heidi waited for them on the expansive terrace. Modeled after one of the outdoor terraces from the largest suite in Las Vegas, the hot tub was big enough for a party. She wondered if she were submerged in the tub, would she evaporate and never return again or would her limited powers—the endowment of capable living—prohibit the indulgence? Could she wait for the men she longed to have in the hot tub? Could she sink under the bubbles and seduce them into joining her?
Heidi thought about the good old days when she and Stan lived there together. They used to entertain some of their clients there. They invited the girls from the club and turned their extravagant dinners into sex parties. Heidi couldn't remember orgies, per se, but she'd watched plenty of public sex acts. Now, she wanted to be the seducer, and the seduced.
The men joined her. Wearing white terrycloth towels, Barron handed her a glass of wine. “I can't,” she said, taking the glass and placing it on the bar.
"But you could take the glass?” Edward asked, arching a brow.
"I can do a lot of things here that I can't do anywhere else."
"Why?"
Barron studied her. She felt his eyes all the way to her soul. He wanted to see what she wasn't revealing, hear what she refused to say and that, alone, frightened her.
Heidi glanced at Edward. He sank into the water and rested his neck on the headrest. “Oh this is heaven. Join me, Heidi?"
She walked over to the tub and sat next to Edward's head. His hand propelled across the water and he shifted. “Stand up,” he said, guttural and demanding.
"Why?"
"Do it, Heidi,” Barron told her in a dark, raspy voice.
She stood behind Edward's head and he dipped his fingers under her skirt. His eyes were darker than usual, filled with uncertainty and lust. Was it possible that Edward was guarding his heart?
His fingers traced her opening. He dragged them through her slit and he jerked. “So hot and pretty, aren't you?"
She grinned. “Edward, you don't have to coax the kitty."
He stood. His eyes were hooded, hidden. He grabbed her around the nape and wielded her forward, bracketing his arms around her waist. “Would you prefer I pound the pussy?"
She gasped. She didn't know whether to laugh or scream, but something told her he was serious. His eyes held a deadly stare, one that she'd never seen before and she'd watched Edward a lot.
"What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me is that I don't like being played."
"I haven't played you."
"Yes you have,” Barron said, straddling a bar stool. “You knew Stan Graves had the first right of refusal on some of the furniture Edward designed, didn't you?"
"No,” she replied. So the thought had occurred to her but only after she'd been living with Edward for a while and only because she couldn't shake the feeling that someone wanted to harm Edward. Stan was the likely choice. He wouldn't have sold her place to Edward if Edward didn't have something Stan wanted. “Okay, so it dawned on me that the biggest proprietor in the sex business would want to buy what Edward designs. It's possible that Stan was savvy enough to cut a deal with your partners."
Barron took a drink of his cocktail. “I find that hard to believe,” he said, slamming his glass against the bar.
"Me too,” Edward said, studying her lips.
She felt his breath against her skin. The ridges of his cock pressed against her middle and he held her there against him, unashamed, one hundred percent rock hard male.
"What do you want from us, Heidi?"
"I want to clear my name. I want people to know I didn't kill myself."
Barron slurped his drink again. “She wants those who remember her to know she didn't go on some kind of menopausal tyrant and act irrationally. She endured a humiliating death."
"You're damn right I did,” she snapped, jerking away from Edward's arms. “How would you like it if some woman did the same thing to you as Stan did to me?"
"What did he do exactly, Heidi?” Barron asked.
"He brought me here and humiliated me in front of my girls, women I'd hired when no one else in Vegas wanted a dried up whore. Women who I took under my wing and nurtured when they had nowhere else to stay. Then, after he embarrassed me, he took a gun to my head, kissed me goodbye in the vilest manner imaginable and pulled the trigger."
Barron set his glass on the bar and deserted the drink. “He did that to you?"
"Yes,” she replied, the bitterness burning her throat. “And then he turned up a glass of the champagne I'd purchased and celebrated my death. That's what he did."
Edward touched her cheek. “It's over now."
"No, Edward. It will never be over until he's dead and buried in the same place where he buried me. Then, it will be over."
Barron squeezed her hand. “Have you thought about how you want us to approach him?"
"I'm not approaching him,” Edward deadpanned.
"You will,” she assured him.
Barron arched a brow. “Why do we have to contact him? What makes you so sure he won't come to us?"
She took a step toward Barron and looped her arms around his neck. “You never know what tomorrow holds, Barron. When he's ready to meet you, it will happen and not a minute before. That's the way Stan operates. When he strikes, you'll never see him coming."
Barron grabbed her around the waist and closed the distance between them, grinding against her. “He's not the only one.” He nipped at her ear and rid her of the clothes a ghostly woman certainly didn't need. Nicking the small hairs on her nape, he reached around her torso and squeezed her breasts. “Feels nice, doesn't it, Heidi?"
Edward stepped in front of her. She resisted the urge to look down. In that moment, she had the power to seduce Edward with more than sex.
Her eyes were on his. They were locked in some kind of fixed trance, one she refused to break.
His moist lips parted but he never stared below her angled chin, the one she held higher when Barron gripped her hair and clutched her head against his shoulder.
Barron's hands were like the hands of a criminal. He took what he wanted, robbed what he needed and roughly demanded more.
Edward continued to watch them together, finally gazing down at the way their bodies moved together. “Are you happy, Heidi?"
"Yes,” she crooned.
Barron's fingers raked over her nipples and Edward touched her lips. “Sweet Heidi."
"She's not sweet, Edward,” Barron told him. “She's a woman with a purpose."
"I'd rather have a woman with a purpose than a woman with substance,” Edward admitted, showing her his lust, rubbing against her and letting her know his wants, his desires.
"I love you, Edward,” she said, motioning him forward.
"Love and sex don't mix,” Barron said, breathing in her ear. “What we're about to do to you is anything but love, Heidi."
It was good versus evil then and Heidi knew it. She was sandwiched between one man who'd love her and one who'd only fuck her. Both men offered tremendous appeal from their rock hard bodies, to their rigid cocks and damning lips, Heidi understood what they held in store.
Barron didn't have the ability to love—at least not yet—but she couldn't help but feel something in his touch. When he moved against her with urgency, when he ground against her bottom with clammy hands sliding nervously up and down her torso, his rigid body said more than his lips ever would. He was mesmerized, completely entranced by the undeniable chemistry between them and ... well, at least the man had excellent taste in women.
Barron placed his hands in the small of her back as Edward caught her. Barron's hands smoothed over her globes and he bit at her shoulder, nipping the flesh until she was certain if she'd been alive, blood would've seeped from her skin.
He fisted his cock and dragged the head of his penis down the seam of her ass. “You've been taken here, haven't you Heidi?"
She moaned.
"I didn't hear you,” Barron said, slapping her ass.
"Yes."
"Did you like it, Heidi?” Edward asked gruffly.
She stared at Edward. She saw his hunger and possessive nature. “I liked it a lot."
Edward pinched her nipples. He lowered his head and lapped at the right one, raising his gaze to capture hers. “Beg for your spanking, lover,” he whispered, squeezing one of her breasts while tweaking the other nipple.
"I'll beg. I'll barter. I'll grovel."
"Barter?” Barron asked.
"Yes, I'll trade a spanking for a blow job."
Barron hissed. “Since when does a woman barter?"
"In matters of sex,” Heidi assured him. “I'll trade favors all night long."
Barron grinned. “Then you've got the right men. And you don't have to worry. We'll never run out of things to exchange."