Steamed Up. Elizabeth Darvill

and takes a swallow. “You know Ian, this would taste even better if it had a little Angel to go with it.”

      “Oh, yes it would.” With a wicked glint in his eyes he sweeps me up in his arms. “Angel is my favorite dessert!” He lays me on the blanket and pins my arms above my head.

      “Which delicious bit of her should I nibble on first? We could share.” Jez takes the bottle and spills the liquid over my breasts before running a trail down my stomach, letting it flow between my legs. Tossing the bottle to the side, she lowers her mouth to my champagne-soaked pussy and strokes her tongue over my folds.

      “Jesus, Jez,” I swear as my hips arch up, begging her to continue tormenting me with her tongue. Liquid heat is sizzling through my veins, igniting my whole body with desire. Ian’s tongue sweeps over my breasts, capturing every drop sliding over my body. Little paths of molten heat shimmer in the wake of each caress. My body is writhing and I want to touch my lovers, but with my hands pinned over my head, all I can do is mutter incoherently as wave after wave of intense sensation sweeps through me. Both tongues are trailing towards each other, over my stomach. I watch as they meet in the middle, and Jez and Ian once more become absorbed in an intensely passionate kiss, tongues tangling. His hands release my wrists and cup Jez’s glorious breasts. Jez holds her hand out to me, my fingers fold into hers and she pulls me into the tangle of limbs.

      “My sweet Angel,” she mutters into Ian’s mouth as she begins to push his pants off.

      With my free hand, I help. A shiver of anticipation flows through me as my hand brushes against his hard cock. I drop to my knees, preparing to engulf the hot, velvety length in my mouth.

      The sound of several guns cocking puts a halt to our fun. I look up at Ian. He is trying to subtly reach for the small pistol strapped under his shirt, next to his heart. I turn slowly, hands raised to face our adversaries. The cool, hard metal of a blade presses into my throat. I look up and a wave of betrayal washes over me. “Jez. How could you?” I ask, my voice shaking slightly.

      “Don’t take it personally. It just so happens that knowing the two people that saved the world can be quite profitable.” Jez presses the blade harder into my throat. “Ian, put your hands where I can see them,” she commands before turning toward me and waving her blade. “Tie her up to the tree, make it extra tight,” she shouts to one of the others with her.

      “Jez, why the hell are you doing this?” I plead with her, it’s not my style to back down, but she has a knife to my throat and one of her accomplices has a gun to Ian’s head. They have us vastly outnumbered and if I fight, it very likely will result in Ian’s death and that’s just something I can’t risk.

      “It’s just a job Angel. I swear, you are no fun since you got all in love and mushy. There was a time you would have put a bullet between Ian’s eyes and then killed everyone here, including me, without so much as a flutter of your pretty eyelashes.”

      “Go to hell Jez,” I say as I try desperately to think of a way to salvage this situation. My bare skin is scraped roughly against the rough tree bark as Jez’s goon ties me tightly, and none too politely, bare-assed naked to the one tree within a mile around. This isn’t looking good. I make eye contact with Ian and I can tell he is also trying to figure a way out of this. I smile a tiny bit and blow him a kiss. I wish I could hold him and kiss him and tell him how much I’ve come to love him, but now isn’t the time for that. I can’t let on just how much of a weak spot I’ve developed for Ian.

      “Jez, I will go with you willingly if you let Angel loose from those ropes and let her go free. No need to do that to her.” Ian tries desperately to reason with Jez as he is bound and pushed into a saddle of a waiting horse.

      “Sugar, I don’t need to make deals. I have you and I’ve at least slowed Angel down. Come on boys, let’s move,” Jez shouts as she swings effortlessly into the saddle of her chestnut mount and urges him forward with her spurs, not even bothering to look back at me. In a cloud of dust they ride off, leaving me alone, naked and tied to a tree. I’ve definitely had better days.