A moan slipped past her compressed lips as he moved down to land a well-aimed smack on the sensitive skin of the under curve of each buttock before continuing down to smack her thighs. “Shit!” Swiveling her head, she leveled another icy glare at him. “That, that’s… uncalled for!” His low chuckle grated on her as much as his soothing caresses calmed her ire. God, was she confused!

  “I don’t think so. You keep poking your nose where it doesn’t belong.” He liked the feel of her warm skin under his hand as much as he liked the fire in her green eyes.

  “She’s my sister,” she snapped in her defense, the urge to shift under his now still hand difficult to ignore. She didn’t know whether she ached for more swats or for more caresses, which only added to her frustration.

  Nash slapped her ass again. “She’s Randy’s responsibility now, not yours.” Smack! Smack! Smack! “You need to trust him to find the truth and quit getting in his way.”

  She suffered through three more sharp, quick slaps that rendered her incapable of speech, then those oh so soft, so tantalizing caresses that fueled the fire raging between her legs. Her buttocks throbbed with discomfited, heated pleasure he interrupted when he started kneading her cheeks, the tight squeezes reigniting the sharper pain. Her instant struggles to escape his hands were halted by his leg pinning hers in place and a shocking, eye-opening coast of his fingers down her crack to her seam.

  Alena’s glistening slit, confirmation of her arousal, proved too tempting to ignore and instead of helping her up, Nash kept her lush body over his lap for a few minutes of sensual torture sure to torment him as much as her. When his fingers encountered the bare flesh of her labia, he stroked the baby-soft skin. “You’re full of surprises, luv.” She rewarded his comment with another green-eyed glare that couldn’t disguise the lust lurking behind the frustration.

  Keeping his eyes on hers, he glided his hand between her soft, round thighs, biting back a grin when they fell open without hesitation as she turned her face away from him again. “You can’t hide from this truth, Alena,” he told her as he cupped her damp crotch.

  “I can try.”

  Criminy, but she was a delight, he thought, her low, muttered reply wringing a wide grin from him. “Okay, go ahead and try.” He teased her slick entrance, slipping his single digit between her folds with buttery ease to encounter wet heat. His grin widened even further when those slick walls closed around him in a tight-fisted clasp followed by a telltale shudder of her entire body.

  “You have a body that speaks loud and clear, luv, a paradise of delight for a man to indulge in.”

  Alena turned a disbelieving look up to him, refusing to fall for such polished words, even if they were uttered in a sexy accent. “Let me up, you moron.”

  “I’d believe you meant that insult if you weren’t soaking my finger.” A deep push had him embedded up to his knuckle and, from the sudden jerk of her body and the lust shining in her eyes, he knew he found her g-spot. She turned her head, but he still heard her soft cry, still felt the warm gush of pleasure as he pulled back and teased her swollen clit until she squirmed those lovely red buttocks in a way that had his cock swelling with painful insistence against his zipper.

  A few more finger thrusts followed by teasing glides over her protruding bundle of nerves and he felt the small clutches heralding her orgasm. Satisfied, he pulled away from her snug heat and lifted her to her feet, keeping hold of her arms to steady her as he looked up into her ‘red as her ass’ face. Placing the same finger he’d had inside her over her mouth, he shut off her complaint before she could voice it.

  “Remember this, all of this, the next time you go snooping or you may not be lucky enough to have just one of us take you in hand. Randy and I have discovered we like sharing.”

  Alena watched him stroll off without a backward glance, her arms tingling where he had clasped them, her nose still twitching from the scent of her own arousal on his finger and her body raging in protest of its orgasm denial. Yanking up her shorts, she swore she would get back at both of them if it was the last thing she did in this godforsaken town.

  With her butt still throbbing and sore and her pussy reduced to an aching pulse, she stomped back through the woods to her boat thinking there must be something seriously wrong with her. It just wasn’t normal to respond with such overwhelming lust to two such different men, the height of her response to each of their handling exceeding anything she had felt when having sex with any of her lovers. If they could reduce her to near uncontrollable combustion with a spanking and a few light touches, what would sex be like with either of them? Or both?

  That last thought plagued her as she maneuvered her small, floating hotel room out of the cove she thought had hidden it, as did the arousal Nash had reawakened with his hard hand and probing fingers. The late afternoon sun added heat to her already warm body, the slight breeze coming off the lake doing little to cool her.

  She waved to the elderly gentlemen parked on camp chairs on the shore, fishing rods in hand as they called out together, “How ya doing, missy?” like they did every time she cruised by them.

  Smiling, she tossed them her standard reply of, “Just fine. You?” Their same answer, “Can’t complain,” drew a smile from her as she coasted by, wondering how they couldn’t be bored to tears spending hours every afternoon just sitting there waiting for a nibble.

  That minor distraction didn’t last and as she turned off the small motor and let the boat drift on the calm water, she grabbed a wine cooler from her stocked little ice chest, hoping the fizzy alcohol would cool her enough that she could ignore the way her body continued to demand relief. Leaning against the rail, she tried tuning in to nature, having read somewhere that was the purpose of spending so much time in the supposedly great outdoors.

  Nope, she conceded fifteen minutes later with the last swallow of her drink. Standing there, listening to birds twittering, and other unknown critter noises coming from the surrounding woods as she swayed with the slow rocking of the boat did absolutely nothing to ease the lust still tormenting her.

  “The heck with it,” she griped aloud, giving in to the inevitable and skipping down to her small bunk. Snatching her favorite toy, a simple, eight-inch ridged phallus, she stripped, lay down, and got to work relieving the ache that sadistic bastard had left her with.

  She didn’t waste time with teasing foreplay; Nash had already taken care of that. One simple shift of her hips getting situated reignited the soreness of her buttocks, which sent a lightning bolt of sizzling pleasure straight to her core. Her little buddy slid with lubricated ease inside her as she gripped a nipple and rolled the tender bud to the point of discomfort. “God, what have they done to me?” she questioned aloud when that slight sting released added moisture to flow over the dildo. With her knees bent and spread, she thrust in and out with hard strokes, trying to picture one of her past lovers in its place when she closed her eyes. When the sheriff’s hard, dark face surrounded by his mane of ebony hair popped up right alongside English’s face with his tied back, rich mahogany hair and cobalt blue eyes, she swore a blue streak and pumped harder, sliding over to her other nipple to give it equal attention.

  With her hips jerking up with each downward plunge as she rasped the thick, fake cock over and over her clit while she worked her nipples, she drove herself straight to the brink. Within seconds, her climax exploded with all the fanfare of shooting stars and perspiration-inducing ardor, the strong tremors encompassing her from head to toe rivaling, if not exceeding anything her previous lovers had driven her to with their naked bodies.

  With her breath still coming in fast pants, she lay trembling in the aftermath of pleasure so intense it scared her. Taking a moment to soothe her still spasming pussy with much slower, softer strokes, she worked to calm both her body and her rioting emotions. She was here to find her sister, or at least unearth a clue or evidence about where she’d gone or what had happened to her so that she could take the information back to the Portland police, or if necessary, ask a favor of one of her NYPD friends to do some digging. She didn’t have the time to indulge in an affair, or even a few bouts of sex, but wondered if that would eventually be her only option if she was going to find any answers.

  And if her responses to masturbating after both Randy and Nash took her to task were anything to go by, sex with either of them, or, God help her, both of them, might damn well kill her.

  Chapter Four

  The next day, Alena set aside the erotic dreams that had plagued her sleep, fantasies centered around two men with hard hands that drew responses from her she had never felt before, and set her mind back on task. Finding Ashley, or some clue to her whereabouts, had to take precedence. She couldn’t let her body’s demands derail her from her goal, or from getting back to New York where she belonged.

  She used to think sexy was as easy as a man with neatly styled hair and a loosened tie, not as complicated as being equally attracted to two opposite men, one in tight, butt-hugging jeans sporting a perpetual five-o’clock shadow, the other with wavy mahogany hair and a toe-curling British accent. When she returned home, she’d look up one of her fuck buddies and scratch the itch she couldn’t seem to rid herself of since coming here, or, if one of them wasn’t available, she’d scratch it herself. She ignored the inner taunting voice reminding her of her recent masturbation sessions, which had left her anything but completely sated.

  Satisfied with both her plan and with lying to herself, she returned to the marina, waved to the owner, Bill, then slid into her car. The loud grumble from her stomach reminded her she hadn’t eaten, which gave her a great excuse for stopping in at the diner. She could appease her hunger and hopefully coax a few answers from Carlee about Bryan.

  The lake and small town catered mostly to both the full- and part-time residents of Blue Springs and a handful of summer tourists, and Alena suspected the popularity of the throwback eating establishment came from long-time patrons. But luck was with her and the diner didn’t look too crowded by the time she parked out front a few minutes later. Stepping inside, she inhaled a deep, appreciative whiff and damn near slid into a puddle of salivating hunger pangs at the smell of freshly made cinnamon rolls. If she had one weakness, it was anything warm, yeasty, and calorie laden.

  “Tell me that’s homemade cinnamon rolls I smell,” she practically demanded when she slid into a booth and Carlee handed her a menu.

  “Fresh out of the oven five minutes ago. Good to see you back, Alena.”

  “If I can have two of them with a large cup of coffee, it’ll be more than good to be back, it’ll be…” She really had no comparison she could find apt until Carlee provided one for her with a teasing grin.

  “Orgasmic?”

  “Oh, God, you nailed it. I’m a slut for donuts, bread, anything with wheat, yeast, and sugar, preferably served warmed.”

  “Got it. You might want to check out our bakery down the street while you’re here. Wilma Davies has been baking for this town for forty years and has no plans to stop anytime soon. I’ll be back with your order.”

  A bakery just might be worth the hassle of this trip and the trouble her sister had caused her, she thought with longing. She didn’t let her round figure keep her from indulging in her fetish for yeasty baked goods. Even though her body was a far cry from most men’s preferences of short and petite or tall and willowy, she never had trouble finding a willing partner when the need for one came calling. If one wasn’t available, she had a nice stash of toys next to her bed she was quite fond of and very good at applying.

  “Oh, please forgive me if I drool.” Alena released an exaggerated sigh when Carlee set a plate in front of her, the scent of cinnamon wafting up from the warm rolls teasing her senses and fueling her hunger. “Can you keep me company a minute in case I make a complete idiot of myself as I devour these?”

  “Sure, hon. We usually stay slow in between breakfast and lunch.” Sliding in across from her, Carlee smiled when Alena put a bite in her mouth and moaned in enjoyment as she chewed. “I guess you like them.”

  “Oh, I do, I most definitely do. Here comes another pound or two.” She pulled off another piece and plopped it in her mouth before asking with what she hoped sounded like innocent inquisitiveness, “So, what do you do for fun around here? I was talking to Cora Sue down at the beauty shop about that missing girl, and she happened to mention one of the people to have seen her last is your boyfriend. I imagine you’re pretty limited on places he can take you for a night out.”

  “It never takes newcomers long to hear more than I imagine they want to about the townsfolk here once they step foot inside Cora Sue’s.” Carlee’s rueful grin indicated she didn’t mind being on the gossip vine. “Bryan and I have a great time without having to spend an arm and a leg on fancy amusements like the big cities offer. We both enjoy the outdoors, and my guy is quite inventive when it comes to finding ways to keep us both… satisfied.”

  Alena returned her wicked grin, grateful for the opening. “Yes, I heard about some wild parties at his place. Seems like it was at one of them that girl was last seen.”

  “Yeah, I was there that night. She was a pretty thing, hanging all over Bryan’s brother, Kevin. Of course, girls usually do. That one’s a looker, and he knows it. Sure hope they find her.”

  “Well, maybe when Kevin comes back this way he’ll be able to tell the sheriff something they can go on. Hopefully it won’t be too much longer.” She sipped her piping hot coffee to help swallow the piece of roll that had lodged in her throat when Ashley’s face with her impish grin filled her head.

  “Both Bryan and his brother will be back this weekend,” Carlee volunteered, a gleam of anticipation in her brown eyes as she slid out of the booth. “I have to get back to work, but I hope to see you again.” Turning, a broad smile split her face as she said in a low, intimate tone Alena couldn’t miss, “Morning, Sheriff, Nash. You guys know what you want this morning?”

  “Just a cup of coffee and a word with one of our guests here,” Randy replied, his midnight eyes on the guilty flush spreading across Alena’s face.

  “Oh, good Lord.” There went those tingles dancing their way down her spine when both men leveled those identical, intent gazes on her, forcing her to mutter aloud without even realizing it.

  “Problem, Alena?”

  “Nothing you two getting up and leaving won’t solve,” she returned, as sweet as her cinnamon roll while making a mental note to have a serious talk with her girly parts later about who was in control.

  “One would think you don’t like us, luv,” Nash put in before turning a charming smile upon Carlee when she returned and set a cup of coffee in front of each of them. “Thank you, Carlee, and don’t you look pretty today.”

  Carlee gave his broad shoulder a playful slap. “The gals back in London might fall for that, but we’re a bit smarter over here.”

  Alena sure wished she could lay claim to having an ounce of brains when she heard either that British accent or Randy’s low, commanding voice. Trying to ignore the way her heartbeat had accelerated and the uncomfortable dampness in her crotch, she plopped another bite of cinnamon roll in her mouth, this one with a good amount of melted icing on top that had her chewing with slow relish.

  “Shit,” Randy groaned, the look on Alena’s face as she ate responsible for the uncomfortable shift of his cock. Luckily, Carlee’s next statement took his attention off the lust she could inspire with the simplest things and returned it to why they had stopped in the diner when they spotted her bright red head inside.

  “I was just telling Alena Bryan’ll be back this weekend. I think he’s planning a get-together the following week, if you two are interested.”

  “Ask him to contact me, would you?”

  “Sure thing.”

  At least he waited until Carlee left before turning a stark look rife with impatience her way. Alena sipped her coffee and waited him out, refusing to admit out loud she had been probing again.

  “Am I going to have to put a tail on you for the rest of your stay, Alena?” And by that he meant either he or Nash keeping close tabs on her.

  Wanting a little payback, she presented him with a soft smile and drawled with feigned innocence, “Why, whatever do you mean, Sheriff?” Laying a small bite of roll on her tongue, she took her time licking her two fingers before releasing a low, “Mmmm,” from deep in her throat.

  “Bugger it.” This time it was Nash’s turn to swear and Randy sent him a quick look of commiseration before scowling at her again, not that he thought his fiercest glare would do any good. He knew Nash, just like him, was picturing that same satisfaction reflected on her face as he, or they, brought her to climax.

  “You keep it up, you’ll force me to up the consequences for your interference. Which would you prefer, my belt or a night or two in my jail?”

  Okay, that just wasn’t right. Her body’s instant reaction of a gush of moisture between her legs to that threat was as unnerving as standing too close to the edge of a cliff, a cliff she’d been maintaining a precarious balance on since first setting eyes on those two. Both men made her look twice, which said something; the fact they each made her fantasize and want, made her ache, screamed it. She was in trouble.

  Attempting to get herself under control, she looked them both in the eyes as she savored another bite, licking her lips this time with a slow sweep of her tongue, first over the top, then the lower, and gained a thrill of satisfaction when they both narrowed their eyes at her and shifted in their seat with obvious discomfort.

  “I think I’ve proven your threats won’t deter me. I want my sister back.” She hadn’t realized how true that statement was or how much she missed the irritating brat until she admitted that aloud.