Spy Games: Birthday Games Page 2

  “So when do I leave?” Jake asked to change the subject and get back to work chatter, which was much safer.

  “Tonight. I’ll forward you flight information and whatever you need.”

  Jake nodded and tried to look innocent. “You gonna bake me a birthday cake?”

  “If I must.” Chase sounded pissed, but Jake could sense he was touched to be asked. Chase would cook that French shit of his for anyone, but he rarely baked. But when he did…the results were amazing.

  “Chocolate? Real frosting? Boob-shaped? Steve had a boob-shaped cake for his birthday last year at the club. Freaking awesome.”

  Chase laughed and rolled his eyes. “You’re a boob. Go get packed.”

  ****

  “You nervous?” Chase asked.

  Kate Sanders glanced at her husband of all of a month and shrugged, trying to look cool. Yes, she was nervous, because between the two guys, she had gotten a whole mess of mixed signals. Jake hadn’t been quite right for months now, and she had no clue what was wrong.

  Chase she got. He was stressed, and for some reason, the stress levels had picked up over the past week until she was damned glad they were having a ménage just so he could blow off steam. Maybe it would be what Jake needed, too.

  “You look nervous,” Chase observed.

  The elevator doors closed, and she teetered on spiky heels as the car climbed upward. Chase put a hand under her elbow to steady her. “Should I be?”

  “Seeing you don’t walk on four-inch heels every day, yes.” Chase grinned.

  Kate rolled her eyes, pissed as hell about what she was wearing for Jake’s birthday ‘party’ to take place in his private room at the BDSM club he frequented. A party of three. “I don’t get this outfit. Is this trampy, Catholic schoolgirl ready to party with Daddy?” She had on a pleated, plaid mini skirt, thigh high stockings, a white shirt tied under her breasts, exposing her stomach…at least they didn’t want pigtails. The heels were just insult to the injury in her mind.

  “Jake likes naughty school girls of any religious denomination, but I doubt you’ll call him Daddy.” Chase shifted the huge shopping bag to the other hand and cast a leering gaze over her outfit. “You do look hot, though.”

  “You want me to call you Daddy?”

  “Uh, no.” But Chase laughed. “I like Sir just fine.”

  The elevator doors opened, and Kate expected to head to the other side, through the common room of sin and debauchery like last time, but they turned left, away from the dungeon area of the club and down a secluded hall. “He’s not on the other side?”

  “No. When you have prime membership, you get a private room. His is down here.”

  “You don’t have prime membership.”

  Chase shot her the sweetest smile, one that made her toes curl up with glee. “Not anymore. Not unless you want this, too.”

  They were plenty kinky at home, and she loved every minute of it. She didn’t know if this scene was her, though, and it thrilled her that she was enough to make him happy, too. “I like our life the way it is right now.”

  “Me, too.” He dropped a kiss to her lips. “You ready, naughty girl?”

  She nodded, surprised there were no nerves anymore, only excitement for what the evening would bring. But she frowned when Chase gave a quick knock and readied a card key for entry. “Why do you have a key?”

  “I have keys to everything in Jake’s world, vice versa, except Shelby.”

  Kate shook her head. There were two things in Chase’s life that made her green with jealousy—the little red sports car and Charlotte. “Jake could hotwire Shelby.”

  “Yeah, but he won’t. He knows how far I can shoot.”

  As soon as the door opened, Kate broke from Chase’s side as fast as her high heels could take her and dove into Jake’s arms. She nestled against his chest, inhaling the clean scent she’d missed over the past week he’d been in Europe. His arms were her second favorite place to be in the world, the first being Chase’s. But Jake was her work husband, the deadly spy who watched her back as she kicked bad guy ass.

  “Honey, you must be hard up if you’re greeting me this sweetly,” Jake drawled. He sounded tired. She pulled away to take in his blond, golden goodness. He looked tired, too, from the depth of the shadows under his deep blue eyes. But then he’d flown in from overseas somewhere, landing this afternoon. The shuteye he’d gotten on the plane had probably been it for the last few days.

  “Happy birthday. I missed you.” And she had, enough that she dove into his arms again, hugging him close. Jake had been her first friend in her new life as a spy, a life she’d earned when Chase’s mission imploded over a year ago. Partners first, then friends, close through thick and thin. He’d hit on her unmercifully in the beginning, but as soon as he realized her heart belonged to Chase, he’d backed off to being her watchdog protector and friend.

  “Chase not treating you well?” Jake’s gaze flicked over her shoulder to his best friend.

  “He’s been in boss-mode since you left. I need my ally to keep me safe.” Chase grunted behind her, but she sensed he wasn’t angry. Kate pouted, something she never did, but she blamed it on the stupid outfit. “He’s threatening to make me run again, as punishment.”

  “And he should make you run, from D.C. to Philly then back. You were disobedient that last mission.”

  “He’s not supposed to know about that.”

  Jake hummed in a non-committal way as he dropped a quick kiss to her lips. He then released her so he could greet Chase, who had just set the cake he’d been carrying over on the bar counter. They did the man-hug thing, one-armed with back slapping. Jake was the only person Chase greeted this warmly, besides her and Charlotte.

  Kate crossed her arms over her chest, suffering a nervous little flutter in her stomach because she wasn’t sure what Chase knew about her last mission with Jake three weeks ago. Jake had said he wouldn’t tell on her. She cast a cautious glance at Chase, who chose the chair by the bed to sprawl in. He looked amused, his dark eyes sparkling, so handsome in black slacks and a navy dress shirt, his jacket now hanging on the coat rack. Dark and dangerous, he was definitely Lord of the Spies material, all boss and ego. All hers.

  Jake leaned against the bar, peeking into the bag. The cake was in a container at the bottom, sealed from view, with napkins, plates and forks piled on top. He held up a Tupperware container. “Extra frosting?”

  Chase’s smile was smug. “Of course.”

  Jake grinned and put it back in the bag. He picked up a remote and pressed a button, and a moment later the room filled with music. Kate recognized the song from one of his playlists, a bass thumping thing that made her want to dance.

  “Kate doesn’t get any frosting, for being a brat,” Jake said.

  Kate sniffed indignantly, more than a little worried still. “I wasn’t disobedient. You didn’t say I couldn’t disarm the guy.”

  “Since when does ‘stand down’ mean go ahead, disarm the fucker? Maybe you and I had different training.” Jake shed his jacket and glanced at Chase. “Oh, that’s right. I helped to train you. So yeah, you should know better.”

  She glanced nervously at Chase, who arched a brow at her in a way that told her she was busted. “You’re a…a...fink, Anderson. Telling on me. You said you wouldn’t, that we were good. How am I supposed to trust you?”

  Jake undid his shirt cuffs and gave her a dirty, wicked grin. “I tell him everything when you’re in my care, darlin’, right down to what color panties you put on before you head out the door.”

  “You’re my friend! My partner! The rule is we don’t talk to him when we’re in the field. Does he know that? Does he know why?” Chase knew too well what his agents were up to with that uncanny sixth sense of his. If you were slacking off, he knew, so they didn’t report in unless absolutely necessary, the preferred method by text. Chase hated texting. Obviously, Jake had no problem breaking that unspoken rule, tattling on her, despite being the worst slacke
r.

  Chase snorted. “I’m sitting right here, love. You could ask me directly.”

  Jake laughed. “It’s either tell him every time you sneeze or he’ll end up tagging along on missions. I have no problem reporting your naughtiness and your panty color if it keeps me from running as punishment.”

  Kate glared at them both and tossed up her hands in frustration. “Then I’m not wearing panties anymore. Report that.”

  Chase frowned. “No need to be pissed, love. He said you were magnificent in your disobedience.”

  Her disobedience hadn’t been a big deal, really. A strung-out druggie had approached them after they’d had dinner in L.A. with Jake’s brother, Aaron, after a surveillance job had been completed. That asshole had shoved his gun in Jake’s face and demanded his wallet. Jake had rolled his eyes, because the scumbag was no more than a garden snake hissing at a cobra. And yeah, Jake had told her to stand down, in French, because he didn’t want her to have any fun.

  “I kicked that jerk’s ass and I had a good time. The next time he wants me to follow orders, he needs to take us to a better restaurant. I can’t believe he’d let his little brother suffer that swill on his birthday. So, no, I’m not sorry.”

  Jake arched a brow and glanced at Chase. “Not sorry?”

  “No. I’m standing up for myself and Aaron on this one.”

  Jake sighed. “Aaron picked the restaurant.”

  “I doubt it. He’s smarter than that.”

  “Was Aaron there when you kicked that jerk’s ass?” Chase turned alarmed eyes to Jake, then Kate, as he sat taller in the armchair. “Please tell me you didn’t blow your cover. He thinks you work for the IRS, you know.”

  “Relax, Chase. He’d left.” Jake turned to Kate, his eyes narrowed. “You’ll disobey me again?”

  “If you feed me like that again, yes.” But she swallowed at the soft heat in Jake’s voice, his tone so close to the one Chase used in the bedroom, deep and dark, promising wicked, naughty things. She lifted her chin in defiance though her belly warmed with desire. “What are you going to do about it?”

  God, it felt good to challenge Jake after a week of being with Charlotte. No one challenged Charlotte, not even the boys. It also felt good to be naughty. Chase at home found wicked ways to punish her, ways that made her rant and beg to come, all at the same time. A part of her wondered if Jake would rise to the challenge and put her in her place, too.

  Chase did so many divine, kinky things to her, and sometimes she found herself being a little bratty just to test the waters. He made her wear toys for a weekend day and wouldn’t let her come while he tortured her endlessly. Or she had to wait on him hand and foot, right down to a blow job under the kitchen table while he had a dinner that she cooked and served. The hand and foot thing was weird but arousing, since Chase was a control freak and insisted on doing everything for her on a daily basis. She wondered if he felt it was a punishment for him as well.

  The two men exchanged a look, one she couldn’t gauge. Chase said nothing, but Jake nodded. “So, on to something more fun. What’s my birthday surprise, honey?”

  Kate took a deep, calming breath to quell the slight pang of disappointment. So much for that. She crossed the room and sat on Chase’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck as she inhaled the scent of his light cologne. “Us.”

  Jake nodded in approval, unbuttoning his shirt. “Obviously you enjoyed our first time. Care to elaborate what you have planned?”

  Chase’s hand slid up her stocking-clad thigh, his thumb tracing the gentle patterns in the black silk. Her heart accelerated a little. She’d been damp since they left the house. No, she’d been damp since her feet hit the floor this morning. Chase had teased her unmercifully when she woke, bringing her to near orgasm before he denied her release, telling her to save it for the evening.

  “A plan?” she echoed. She glanced between the guys, confused. “I’m the submissive. Submissives don’t make plans.”

  “You’re a submissive in the bedroom,” Jake corrected. “You can make plans out of bed.” Jake finished with his shirt and shrugged out of it, his chest firmly muscled and tan, the sprinkling of hair a little more golden. Kate loved that he was the opposite of Chase’s leaner muscles, pale skin, and darker hair. She’d seen Jake without clothes so many times, but since she was allowed to enjoy the view, with Chase’s permission, she did.

  Jake removed his belt, and Kate wondered why he was the only one undressing. Last time, they’d undressed her first. But Chase’s fingers found their way under her skirt, his fingers brushing the triangle of cloth covering her mound, and she hummed in approval, easily distracted.

  “So tell me, Kate. You’re in on this, right? I have your consent? I know I have his.” Jake gestured with his chin to Chase. “But I need to know you’re mine for tonight.”

  “I’m yours to do what you wish, with Chase’s approval, of course.”

  “Chase approves,” her husband said huskily, his lips hot on her neck.

  Jake nodded. “Did you explain to her what tonight involves, since she didn’t make a game plan?”

  “Uh, well. I tried.” Chase pulled away from Kate and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “She informed me there were only so many orifices she could be taken in, and since we’d covered all of them the first time around, she supposed it would be more of the same. So she wouldn’t listen.”

  Jake laughed, those blue eyes like a dark, turbulent ocean, one full of lust. “Tonight will be very different than last time. You still want to play?”

  It couldn’t be that different, could it? Anticipation swirled in her belly. Hell yes, she wanted to play. “Yes.”

  “Safeword?”

  “Christmas.”

  “Good. I might use colors to check in with you, to make sure you’re still having fun. Yellow if you’re unsure or need to slow down. Green is everything’s okay. If you want to use red to stop, I’ll respect that, too. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes?” Jake’s voice deepened a bit, insinuating she’d left something off.

  Damn it, she hated this unsure feeling that mixed with the desire to please them both. Not knowing the answer he wanted set her on edge. “I don’t know what to call you. I call Chase ‘Sir’.”

  “How about he’s Husband. I can be Sir. Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Any limits?”

  She glanced at Chase, unsure. She worked with Jake every day. He knew damned well what she liked and didn’t like, but she never thought she’d have to lay out what she didn’t want done to her sexually. Which led to worried thoughts about what he might do that she wouldn’t like.

  Chase took her hand in his and squeezed gently. “Just tell him what you don’t like, love. When you play like this, usually you find out what your bedmates like first so everyone has a good time. I know what you like, so it wasn’t an issue the first time around. Jake’s in charge, so he needs to know where to take the adventure.”

  “Are we sure we want him to be driving? Because if his hostess skills are anything like his driving skills, we’re in big, big trouble.”

  “Such a bad girl,” Jake muttered.

  But Chase laughed. “She has a point, even if she is being a mouthy gift.”

  She had a hard time with the submissive aspects sometimes, hence the reason she often ended up being denied orgasms on the weekend. Chase expected her to kick bad guy ass all week and come home to him submissive and obedient. After a week with Charlotte, the submissive in her wasn’t easy to find. She lowered her gaze meekly, the way Chase liked. Jake had to like that, too.

  “Sorry, Sir.” She peeked up at him from lowered lashes.

  “You will be,” Jake promised, but he tried hard to hide the smile quirking at the corner of his lips. “Limits?”

  “Chase has never done anything to me that I don’t like.” She glanced around the room, at the various pieces of furniture all with mysterious purposes. Her gaze hit
on some paddles, crops, and weird things with long lashes, neatly hung on the walls. She gestured in that direction. “I don’t get into pain. I like a little rough sex, toys, and clamps. But I don’t know if I’d like more.”

  Jake nodded. “I’ll defer to Chase, then, before I do something. You’ll come on his command, not mine, if it’s allowed.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Jake arched a brow, and she quickly added, “Thank you, Husband.”

  “Come here, honey.” Jake sat down on the edge of the bed, his voice dangerously soft in a way she knew meant trouble. “So tell me how you wish to please me.”

  She swallowed at the lump in her throat, her palms instantly sweaty. Chase shoved her off his lap, and she teetered over to stand in front of Jake, unsure. “I’m wearing what you like a woman to wear to entice you. I consulted Chase.”

  Jake cast an approving glance over her outfit, the shirt tied just under her breasts so her belly was exposed. He must have liked the mini skirt, too, because he grinned as he ran a finger along the hem that fell just above the tops of her black, thigh-stockings. “That you are.”

  “I…waxed. For you.”

  “For me?” Jake shook his head. “Tell me he didn’t enjoy that part of the gift, first.”

  Kate blushed hot from her neck to her temple. She’d never gone bare before, and the sensation of silky skin against satin panties was too much for her to wait for the big day. She couldn’t help that it made her horny.

  Chase must have decided to save her, because he said, “You can’t blame me for making sure your gift was acceptable. It’s not like you haven’t tapped into my presents in the past.” Chase rose from the chair. He crossed the room and sat next to Jake on the bed. “But she did wax because I told her you would like that.”

  “I do like that. I’m just giving you a hard time, Kate. I’m touched you would try going bare for my birthday.” Jake grinned. “I like the skirt. Is this new?”

  Kate nodded, mouth dry, heart pounding. Two hot men, so close, staring, yet neither touched her. Damn it, one of them had better touch her before she burnt to a crisp all on her own.