Free Sodom and Detroit by Ann Mayburn Page A

their time together, and he hoped Maeve
would come through. Angel really wanted this, and because he wanted
it, Luke wanted it for him. That feeling of first-date jitters was
back, and Luke found himself checking his clothes to make sure he
looked good.
    He had to admit he wasn’t only here for Angel. Maeve
intrigued him in a way no woman had for a long time. Confident,
educated, and incredibly sexy, she was a woman who knew who she was
and what she wanted out of life. He was jealous of Angel’s time
with her last night and prayed their time together today would help
him work through his feelings. Sharing a woman was nothing new, but
it was usually someone they met together. Angel had prior
experience with Maeve, and it made Luke feel at a disadvantage.
    “There she is,” Angel said in a low voice tight with
anticipation. In the distance, an ornate coach thumped down the
road, and Luke leaned forward on his horse.
    “Ready?” he asked and felt eagerness washing away
the worry. He loved role-playing, and this scene promised to be a
memorable one.
    The thought of her collection of lingerie flitted
through his mind. When he had checked her credit card purchases, he
couldn’t help but imagine her in each scrap of silk and lace. It
had aroused him to the point where he had masturbated more than
once to the fantasy of her wearing each piece of lingerie for him.
Just the thought of her dressed in a racy pair of garters made his
cock swell with interest.
    “Go,” Angel roared, and they rode hard after the
coach.
    Ahead, the coachman yelled something down, and a
woman’s voice answered back. The sound of her yell brought a grin
to his lips. He glanced over at Angel, and they shared a look of
heated desire.
    He reached the coach first and jerked the coachman
down to the ground as Angel rode up and stopped the horses. A
muffled squeak and swearing followed a thump inside the
carriage. He couldn’t help but chuckle. Dismounting, he gave Maeve
a moment to gather herself before he opened the door.
    Damn she was gorgeous. An amazing purple gown
spilled around her like the silken petals of a flower. The tight
bodice heaped her generous breasts together, and a king’s ransom of
diamonds covered her throat. A light blush colored her cheeks as
she fought to extract herself from the tangle of her dress. Her
fabulous black hair was piled atop her head in artful curls
decorated with diamond combs.
    “Gryphon”—he used Angel’s fake name—“look what we
have here.” He examined her closely and was pleased to see her
flush beneath his gaze. Giving his lips a slow lick, he let her see
the silver flash of his tongue ring.
    Angel’s voice came from behind him, and Maeve’s
breath caught in her chest. “A right lady, I do believe.”
    At the sound of Angel’s voice, she gasped and bit
her lower lip in a nervous gesture he found arousing. Oh yes, this
was going to be fun. From what he had learned about Maeve while
researching her, he knew she was used to being in control, being in
charge. It would be a delicious change for her to not be the one
making decisions for once. Now they just had to convince her to
trust them enough to take care of her.
    “I demand you let me go at once!” She gave them both
an icy glare and tilted her chin at them. Despite her feisty tone,
the way she wrung her hands together betrayed her tension. Her skin
was a shade lighter than Angel’s Hispanic coloring, more of a
heavily creamed coffee than caramel.
    The temptation to touch her proved too great. He
reached in and clasped her arm, dragging her warm and soft weight
out of the carriage and into Angel’s waiting arms. She attempted to
slap Angel, and he spun her around, holding her for Luke to
admire.
    He removed an ornate silver knife from his boot and
took a deep breath. The light perfume of her sachet filled the air
and blended with Angel’s cologne in a delicious mix, and his cock
hardened further. Angel had talked last night about what a