Operation Mustang [The Service Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Tonya Ramagos Page A

for crying out loud. You mean to tell me neither of you heard anything, sensed anything?”
    Her voice quivered, and Gunner knew she was close to tears. The glimmer in her beautiful eyes tore at his heartstrings. It was the second time in less than twelve hours that he’d seen her this way. Forget that last night’s tears when they found her in front of her window had most likely been brought on by a different fear, a different longing. This morning, the terror was running bone deep, and he didn’t like it one bit. He needed to distract her, to get her mind off the possibilities until he, Diek, and Lucky could figure out who the hell managed to get past them.
    “You want to know what my senses are telling me now?” he asked, tightening his arm around her waist, drawing her closer against him. She smelled of strawberries and arousal, an acute mix that wound around his stiffening cock like a band of satin. “You came this morning. What did you do, finger yourself in the shower?”
    “I…what? Are you kidding? Gunner, I don’t have time for—”
    Gunner didn’t let her finish. “You apparently had time to disobey a direct order again.”
    “Didn’t we tell you last night that you must ask for permission to come?” Diek pushed away from the counter, obviously instantly understanding Gunner’s intentions to sidetrack her, give her something else to concentrate on before she fell apart on them.
    Gunner had never seen her fall apart. He didn’t aim to start now.
    “You left me!” She all but squeaked the accusation, her eyes growing wide with indignation.
    Gunner let his arm fall from her waist as Diek moved in, backing her against the counter. He rested his hands on the countertop on either side of her hips, caging her in.
    “Did we give you permission to come?” Diek asked, sounding as casual as he would if he were inquiring about what kind of horse feed she wanted to purchase for Raven’s new colt.
    Gunner smiled and stepped back, folding his arms over his chest as he waited for Mustang’s response.
     
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    Diek damned himself for his big mouth. He wanted nothing more than to comfort her right now. He wanted to turn back the clock, rewind the conversation to the point before they assured her no one but them had been in the house the night before, skip over the truth and fast-forward to the moment they realized something was wrong. Then Lucky’s attempt at convincing her it must have been Chester would’ve worked. She would’ve been embarrassed at having the old man find her naked and bound to her bed, but she wouldn’t have been worried. She wouldn’t have been truly mortified.
    If he’d thought fast enough he could’ve even told her it had been Justin, Ben, Gavin, Randy, Austin, Tyler or any of the men in the club. They could’ve claimed they gave permission for the club to see what they’d done to her. She still would’ve been embarrassed, but she would’ve been turned on, too. Instead, she was terrified.
    He locked his gaze with hers and waited for his answer. When she didn’t give him one, he asked again, adding a more sternness to his tone. “Did we give you permission to come?”
    “No.” She said the word so quietly he doubted he’d have heard it if he hadn’t been almost nose to nose with her.
    Any other time that act of defiance would’ve earned her more punishment. He didn’t tell her that now, though. He didn’t want her to start thinking about last night’s punishment again, about how someone knew, how some currently unknown someone had seen her.
    He moved his hands to her hips and lifted her until her body was in perfect alignment with his. Heat seeped from her pussy through the denim of her jeans and his to torment his cock. “Did you need to come, darlin’?”
    “Yes.” She didn’t look away from him, didn’t flinch at her admission.
    Diek supposed that cold day in hell had come, because he had his hands on her again, and he wasn’t close to being through