Page 31 of Boneyard HEA

Juniper strolls beside me, looking feminine in tan beach sandals and a flouncy blue dress that tangles with her legs. A better description than female fails me. Her clothes are hers, taken from her house, when we supervised her cancelling her dog walking and cam-girl jobs.

“Keep up,” I tell her as she drops back a pace.

She speeds up. “I’m not leaving you. You know that.”

“If I thought you would”—Aaron takes her hand—“I’d put the leash back on your collar and use my belt on your ass.”

“In public?” she says, quietly shocked. An elderly couple pass us, walking on the road. I check behind to ensure no cars are coming.

Aaron slows, waits for them to be out of earshot. “Definitely. I’d even spank you in public, if you needed it.” That was said with zero humor.

He’s teasing her, but she’s not sure, so I join in. “I remember that girl you fucked from behind. She had trouble staying quiet when told to at that concert.”

“I made her squeal. Got a cheer from everyone around us, and an O from her, I think?”

I nod and try to look wise.

Juniper turns to us and scoffs. “You’re both being dickheads. You couldn’t have, not at a concert.”

We’re passing a bus stop, and there’s no one nearby—the couple having gone into a shop, a few yards ahead. I release the suitcase handle and crowd her. “Dickhead is a great Aussie insult but not one I like being called.” She backs away until her knees hit the bench at the rear of the shelter. “Give me an excuse?”

“An excuse?” Flustered, she overbalances, wobbles, and barely stops herself from sitting on the seat.

“To do something to you.” I let a strand of her hair feather through my fingers. I smile but inject it with threat. “That spanking?”

“Shush.” She darts her eyes left and right, but there are no pedestrians or sounds of traffic.

Aaron has climbed onto the seat behind her and sits down, dragging her onto his lap and trapping her hands behind her. The menacing rumble in his voice is clear. “Try us. We know you’d love to be fucked in front of everyone passing.” He pushes up her dress, exposing her thigh then the side of her white lace panties.

Her face is flushed, and though she’s nervous, maybe slightly panicked, her nipples are poking at the dress fabric. “You’ll get us arrested!”

“We know your kinks.” My legs touch her knees, and I place my feet to either side of hers. She’s sandwiched between us.

“Don’t. Please?”

I rearrange her hair, cupping her face in my hands as I lean over to whisper, “We won’t, if you admit you’re turned on. Because you are…” I thumb her mouth, dip my thumb tip inside, and feel her tongue move on me. My dick grows an inch or two as I imagine it in there, choking her, thrusting. “Aren’t you? We need you honest.”

Behind her Aaron is actually looking gleeful.

“Fuck.” One eyebrow sneaks upward, and she closes her eyes, opens them to meet mine. “I hate you, you are bastards, but yes, it does. This…” Her mouth twists, and she clears her throat. “I mean, I am.”

“Horny?” Aaron kisses her neck and sways into her from behind.

“Mmm.” Her eyelids dip, and she drops her head backward onto his shoulder. The pleading look in her eyes might even be interpreted as please fuck me.

I swear quietly then cup her breasts, stepping between her legs as I massage them, making her see that I own that part of her, for a long stifling moment. Then I exhale and step away.

We reassemble on the sidewalk, though I’m badly needing to rearrange my pants around my cock.

“That was easy.” Aaron briskly renews our walk. “Fuck, though, I’m hard. I need to use your mouth when we get there.”

“I second that.” I grab our toy’s hand.

“But we won’t,” he adds.

“What?” I whip my head around.

He calmly adds. “We are all waiting until the party starts.”