Never Too Many Valentines: A Menage Novella Collection

Killer Valentine
by Kristabel Reed

Chapter One

Special Agent Jareth Reese finished the dregs of his coffee as the commotion of the bullpen echoed around him.
By no stretch of the imagination was this going to be the erotic Valentine’s weekend he’d meticulously planned. He’d canceled the surprise weekend reservations a week ago, when he and his team had first been called in. However, as computer screens flashed the latest intel they had on the Wilderness Killer, as the paper dubbed, Jareth was glad he’d still come prepared.
Never let it be said Jareth didn’t always have a plan.
Fellow FBI agents screamed across the room at each other, some on phones coordinating the search, more in each other’s faces. Everyone wanted this guy caught and most, though they wouldn’t voice it where Internal Affairs could get wind, wanted him dead. In addition to the twenty odd tourists credited to him, The Wilderness Killer had taken out four local Colorado deputy sheriffs, and the two agents who’d managed to track him deep into the woods.
The entire Denver FBI HQ was out for blood.
The walls of the bullpen were covered with maps of Hunter-Fryingpan Wilderness, which wasn’t far from the tourist trap known as Aspen. Jareth studied the closest map. Over eighty thousand acres of places to hide, it bordered Mount Massive Wilderness and was the perfect hunting spot for this psychopath. The bastard had holed up here over the winter, and the Colorado-based FBI unit had been unable to flush him out. With the slight February melt, and another tourist missing, Jareth and his team had been called in to catch the bastard.
Jareth had made arrangements for a rental house not far from mobile command, which was just outside the Aspen tourist zone. He had no interest in being housed in one of the RV trailers or tents they’d strung up near command. As far as anyone could tell, between the missing persons reported and the bodies found over the last few months, this killer had been operating for the better part of a year.
It would likely be a while before he and his team could return home to DC.
This was their third serial killer taskforce this year; by all rights they should have been granted leave after their last assignment. But the governor of Colorado had thrown his weight around and got Jareth’s team assigned here. Thus proving there was a downside to catching too many bad guys.
Jareth threw the useless cardboard cup into the trash. “Tony!”
Instantly Anthony Conners looked up, acknowledged the call, and took the third member of their team, Sophie Abbott, by the arm and pushed their way through the crowd.
“Who names these places?” Tony was saying as they met Jareth near the doorway. “Mount Massive? Sounds like a problem.”
Sophie’s sexy laughter slid over him. She said something too low for Jareth to hear. Knowing the pair of them, the reply was loaded with sexual innuendo. It was the game they’d played since they first met. Tony had always intimidated female coworkers with talk that teetered a hair beneath the line of workplace appropriateness.
Until Sophie smashed through that line and dared him. Jareth knew just how that challenged Tony and just how much Tony wanted to control her.
“We’re heading over to mobile command.” He gave them an intense stare, knowing they understood but added anyway, “I don’t want either of you out of my sight.”
“I don’t think any of the search parties are experienced at containing a guy like this,” Tony said, more seriously now. Hand still on Sophie’s arm, he followed Jareth.
“Tony’s right,” Sophie said, her voice low and silky even in the madhouse surrounding them. Just a hint of sultry southern drawl and her own special lilt. “We’re going to have to escort different teams.”
Jareth clenched his jaw and nodded shortly. He ushered them to the elevator, waved off an agent who wanted to enter, and made sure there wasn’t a camera. No need for any of this to be caught on film.
The instant the doors closed, he grabbed Sophie. Her breath hitched and her body arched into his. Mouth against her ear, he walked her against the wall. Body pressed hard against her supple curves, Jareth made sure she understood. He felt her instinctually struggle against him, before relaxing, submitting to his will.
Jareth didn’t care that she wore a side arm and could out shoot most anyone he knew. This was more important than that.
“The search parties aren’t my primary concern,” he whispered. “Your safety is.”
He felt her nod and kissed her just below her ear. Sophie shivered at his touch, a slight whimper escaping her. Jareth, body still pressed against her, pulled Tony’s head close.
“Don’t worry, Jareth,” Tony said seriously as he brushed Sophie’s neck with his fingertips. “I’ll keep an eye on her.”
“It goes for you, too.” Jareth caressed Tony’s cheek and the other man turned to him. Jareth’s eyes locked with Tony’s hazel ones. Heat flared in them, there and gone in an instant, as Tony nodded.
Releasing his lovers, Jareth stepped back as the doors opened to reveal the rooftop helipad. Tony adjusted his flak jacket as if nothing had happened, as if he wasn’t as sexually frustrated as Jareth knew he was. Sophie carried her jacket in an open duffle as the three of them exited and jogged to the helicopter.
Jareth hoisted his own pack over one shoulder and followed.
Once he had boarded, Jareth gave the pilot the thumbs up to take off and sat next to Sophie. He’d placed both their bags on the seat opposite them. The pilot didn’t have a direct view of them with the seats and instrument panel in the way. As the pilot lifted off, Jareth slipped his hand between Sophie’s legs, squeezing her upper left thigh.
She spread her legs slightly wider. Through the heavy denim of her jeans, Jareth felt the heat of her pussy and knew she was wet. He debated slipping a finger into her, feeling her wetness clench around him. They’d been denied any privacy for the last seven nights. Every hour counted in the hunt for this psycho, but they’d only been together for barely a month.
Not nearly enough time to get to know each other as intimately as they seemed destined to. Had they been allowed more time together before this case, more time to sate each other’s needs, he knew their frustration levels would lessen significantly.
Tony caressed her other thigh briefly, grazing his fingers over Jareth’s, before pulling up the local maps on his tablet device.
“These are the three trails designated for the search parties this afternoon,” Tony said into the microphone on his headset. He tapped the screen and focused on one area. “They brought in the corpse sniffing dogs to assist in the hunt.”
“Agent Garson wants one of us down each trail,” Sophie added.
Even through the grainy sound of the headset, he could hear the breathy tone that always served to turn him on.
Jareth gave her thigh another squeeze, slid his index finger up in a suggestive move over her clit. He leaned in to enjoy her distinctive scent, a mixture of spicy and sweet florals. How he wanted to taste her, feel her heat drawing him in. Watch Tony dominate her, as the younger agent had wanted to from their first meeting.
A year of tension and innuendo had finally broken only a month ago when they’d given in to their baser instincts after an intense shootout on the streets of South Beach.
He and Tony had shared her that fateful night in Miami; then he’d taken Tony. Jareth had surprised himself, he’d never wanted another man, but found that completely dominating both Sophie and Tony had been the most erotic experience of his life. More, he’d found that his affection for the two agents under his command had deepened beyond expectation.
“Agent Garson doesn’t run my team.” Jareth left no room for argument. “I want the two of you to wait for me. We’ll conduct the search like a military operation. Send people and dogs like a freight train up one path and more careful trackers up along adjoining trails—see if we flush him out.”
“This is going to take longer than the weekend,” Sophie said.
Her genteel southern drawl deepened with her arousal, and there was a distinct hitch in her breath as he pressed harder against her clit.
“I don’t care what these boys think.” She shook her head. “He’s holed up for months in this Wilderness. He knows of the caves, nooks, and blasted fox holes we couldn’t possibly imagine from these maps. No matter how many forest rangers we have, it won’t be enough.”
“How long is this chopper ride?” Tony asked.
Tony looked up at the pilot, who seemed to be in an animated conversation with whoever occupied the other end of his own headset, and slipped a hand up Sophie’s back and around to cup her breast.
Through the layers of clothing, Jareth could see the other man pinch Sophie’s dark nipple, twist it just as she enjoyed.
Sophie arched against his hand at that, eyes closing as she moaned a breathy plea.
Jareth shook his head and despite the seriousness of the situation, chuckled. “Not nearly long enough to do to the pair of you what I want to.”
Tony’s eyes met his, the hazel turning gold with passion and Jareth’s cock hardened.
“We need some time alone,” Tony stated, his voice hard, annoyed, “and not in an elevator or a cramped car in the garage. I don’t just want a few seconds and a quick thrill.”
“Tonight,” Jareth responded, with no preamble. “I rented a house about twenty minutes from mobile command and had Garson leave a car for our use up at the dispatch site.”
Sophie leaned forward and looked between them. “Privacy?”
Tony pulled her back against his chest, taking a deep breath as he nestled his face in her dark black hair. He took her slender wrist, circling it with his large hand; with his other hand, he turned her head to give her a warning stare.
Jareth’s body tightened as he watched Tony dominate the highly skilled woman. He knew Tony took great pleasure in exerting control over Sophie. But she had yet to completely give over to her submissive side. To accept them both as her Doms. It was all still too new.
And Tony, he needed to accept Jareth as his Dom. Needed to learn as well. It would be difficult, more of a fine line than with Sophie, but Jareth needed to command the other man, to force him to utterly yield.
“He said tonight,” Tony reiterated as a beep sounded in the headset indicating the pilot entered their channel.
After receiving further instructions from Jareth, the pilot set them down at the clearing specifically carved out for choppers. They exited and made a beeline for central command, which was bordered by trailers and vans housing the satellite-linked computer equipment.
“Reese!” Agent Garson called out. “We have a potential sighting. Couple of idiot hikers swear they saw movement in one of the west sectors.”
“Fine,” Jareth said. “Get agents and dogs to head the police units and we’ll close in.”
“I got your emailed plans and agree,” Garson stated as he lead them into one of the computer trailers. “But I think instead of three teams we should split them up into five.”
“Five is a waste, Garson.” Jareth pointed to the maps indicating the west sectors. “Too many teams will bottle neck. The area is too narrow between the cliff faces.”
“Two teams can hang back here.” Garson waved his fingers at the base of the valley. “In case the bastard eludes everyone else.”
“We can cover the area from high ground. No need to expose our agents unnecessarily,” Jareth stated.
“We’re going to the cabin to stow our stuff and get ready,” Tony interjected with an irreverent grin. “Just let us know when Garson finally shuts up and we can get on with it.”
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