TBT: The Last Detail - Melissa Schroeder

TBT: The Last Detail

I love writing futuristics. I control everything and I usually get to blow things up. This was my first MMF!



Trust isn’t easy when the ones you want most are out to get you.

Ten years after she ran away from Earth, Lou Campbell is one job—just one more collar—away from earning enough credits to go home. All she has to do is lure Sam Dawson within range of her handcuffs with the promise of fast, hard sex. Easy.

Once she gets him there, keeping her own hands off him isn’t so easy.

Sam’s committed his share of sins, but he’s not guilty of selling secrets. Before he can convince the sexiest bounty hunter he’s ever seen that he’s been betrayed, all hell breaks loose. And he’s on the run with a false accusation on his hands—and a bleeding woman in his arms.

Alone in her boss’s safe house, Lou and Dawson’s simmering attraction explodes into full-blown fireworks.

When Jared Flores walks in on his best hunter and ex-lover in bed together, the surprise is mutual. Worse, the need he has long felt for both of them overrides his better judgment. After the fists fly, the sparks catch fire into a budding three-way romance.

Then Sam disappears, leaving Jared and Lou in a race against time to not only retrieve their lover, but save his life.

» Warning: Hot M/F sex, M/F/M sex, and holy moly some really hot MMF sex amongst lots of weapons and fire fights. Deceitful family members, nasty set ups, and an Alpha male whose lovers have naughty punishments in mind—when they catch him.



Lou swallowed the urge to run screaming from Dawson’s room. She had a job to do. She was a professional and had been for ten years. Everyone knew she was cold, methodical. Hell, there were men who called her the Ice Princess, and many hinted at her sexual preference, although neither group would do so to her face. She scared the hell out of most them. She could do this. He was just another detail. But holy Christ in a skirt. The man was driving her batty.

“What is it you want me to do?” he asked.

She loved his voice. There was a hint of the southern US in it—a twang—she hadn’t heard in years. It’d been driving her half-insane since she heard him first talk. She’d always been a sucker for southern men, with their pretty manners and seductive smiles. That voice…it promised things she had no right to, but it didn’t stop her from wanting them. From yearning for them.

Snap out of it, Louella Campbell. She was acting like a rookie retriever. After years on the job, she knew not to let a detail get under your skin. She needed to remember this wasn’t real life. This was her job, and she wasn’t going to allow her last retrieval fuck up her chances of being free. It was a normal ploy she used now and then, especially on human males. They were an easy bunch to entice. Get their dick interested and you could lead them to hell and back—and they would beg for more.

This was different. Something simmered between them. She hadn’t felt need for another human’s touch in years. Did he feel the need that burned through her veins? No, it had to be her. Men like him—hell, most men—didn’t have softer feelings. All they cared about was scoring, so it was probably her. Maybe she was going soft. It was a good thing she was getting out when she was. You go soft in the business and you end up dead. She’d had regrets about some of her jobs. She knew just how hard it was to survive, and sometimes you had to step over that line to do it. Even with those regrets, she would make her collar and take them in. It was a job. Emotion had nothing to do with it. Do the job, take the money, go home.

There was something that was throwing her off on this one. From the moment she’d seen his hologram, she’d felt some kind of attraction toward him. In the flesh, he was a lonely woman’s wet dream come true. And now, for the first time in all these years, she wanted to screw the brains out of one of her pickups. Because that thought scared the hell out of her, her voice was rougher when she spoke.

“I’d like you to take off that shirt.”

He quirked one eyebrow, his lips curving. She pulled in a deep breath to try and calm her heart. Not to mention the wave of heat spilling through her.

“And what will you give me if I do?”

His voice rolled over every syllable, his accent becoming more lazy and seductive. Seven hells, he was beautiful. Not pretty-boy handsome. He was too earthy and flawed for that. His nose had been broken once—or maybe twice—and there was a scar on the right side of his upper lip. Damned if that didn’t make him even more attractive. He wore his sexuality right out in front for the entire world to see. Raw, basic, animal.

There was a part of her that wanted to strip him down and use his body. He was offering that, not knowing her objectives. That she was sure of. The fact that she hadn’t felt this way in a long time…it caused more than a few problems. It had nothing to do with ethics and everything to do with survival.

She wanted him. Wanted to feel his heat, wanted to stroke his cock, feel it slide into her as her muscles clamped down. She shifted her legs, the fabric of her pants brushing against her clit. Damp already, the action caused another gush of liquid to fill her sex. God, just this once she wanted the feel of skin against hers.

Dammit to Hades, she was doing it again. This detail was too important. It offered more than money. It promised freedom. Bringing her mind, and her hormones, back under control, she spoke, invoking the cool tone she used for enemy combatants.

“If you’re good…” She licked her lips and was pleased to watch his gaze follow the action. “Well, I’ll just have to reward you.”

Approval shone from his eyes. As he began to unsnap his shirt, she counted backwards from ten. Then did it again. It was no use. It didn’t help that he was taking a long time to simply take off his shirt. She wanted to tell him to hurry it up, or grab the fabric and tear it from his body. The challenge she saw in his eyes told her he was testing her.

When he finally pulled the fabric away, revealing a sculpted chest, liquid heat coiled in her stomach. Curling her fingers into her hands, she resisted the urge to step closer and glide her hands over his flesh. Slowly, he pulled the shirt off his shoulders, down his arms and then allowed it to slip to the floor. When she returned her attention to his face, his smile was now a grin, and she knew she’d been had.

“Think you’re funny?”

“No.” His smile grew. “Just doing as ordered, Lou.”

She tried to ignore the slap of warmth that traveled down her spine and the way her breasts ached to be touched. The man was a walking seduction, and all he had to do was say her name in the southern twang and whole body throbbed.

Keeping her hands by her sides, she stepped forward. His smile faded, but amusement still sparkled in the depths of his gray eyes. She’d love to smack that smug smile off his face. He probably expected her to touch his chest, so she did something different. Not breaking eye contact, she slipped her hand beneath the waistband of his pants and was rewarded when all the amusement drained from his facial features.

Her fingers slid over the head of his cock, already wet, and he closed his eyes, his body shuddering. There wasn’t much room in the pants, being that they were some kind of micro-leather, and like she thought before, he was a big one. But she found enough give in the pants to trail one finger down the side of his shaft and was rewarded with a moan. Knowing there was only so far she could push him before he took back control, she pulled her hand out. When he opened his eyes, she almost melted on the spot. Lust shimmered, darkening his eyes to almost black. With just that one little look he had her almost begging him to strip naked and offer his body for her experimentation. She knew she needed control. If she didn’t direct the show, she would lose the upper hand and possibly lose her fee. Or her life.

Lifting her fingers to her mouth, she licked off the drops of precome. The salty taste of him made her wish things could be different. Closing her eyes, she tried to wipe any of those desires out of her mind. She wanted what she couldn’t have. Losing herself in a man wasn’t a luxury she’d experienced in eons, and this one would make it easy.

When she realized she was losing her train of thought yet again, she mentally shook herself and brought herself back to the task at hand—so to speak. She needed to stay one step in front of Dawson. He was a crafty man, one that was probably a double agent and wouldn’t think twice about slitting her throat.

She raised her gaze to his. “Why don’t you have a seat?” she said with a smile.

He hesitated for a moment, but then heeded her command. Once he was seated, she walked around him. The only sounds in his apartment came from the street below and his harsh breathing. She shouldn’t be so turned on by him, by the fact he liked to be touched by her. For the first time in ten years, she wanted a man’s hands on her. And wasn’t that just her luck.

“Are you going to do something or just walk around me?” There was an edge to his voice that she hadn’t heard before. A normal person would be worried. His tone had a dangerous tinge to it, promising to get even. But for some reason she had a feeling that this man wouldn’t hurt her, not in the bedroom. Now, in a firefight…

She stopped behind him and studied his back. Damn, he was built. Sinewy muscles, golden skin. Nude, he would probably resemble an Adonis. She curled her fingers into her palms to keep from touching. It was hard to control herself, not to give in to the temptation that he presented. He would allow her this, allow her to take charge and be the one who called the shots—at least this time. She was pretty confident that he would have to show his dominant side at some point. She’d read his file. Until recently, he had been a boy-scout space ranger. He had served in the militia, won a ton of medals and always did the right thing. The reason they hadn’t picked up on his trail was that he had been so good until now. Someone who skated on the edge of the law took a while to draw attention. This one though, he had sent red flags up the moment he started stealing the secrets.

“Whatcha doing back there?” he asked, his voice no longer as dangerous. The hint of lethal sexuality was layered with his good-old-boy charm now. He had himself back under control.

“Looking,” she responded.

He chuckled and it was filled with the wicked temptation she had felt for him from the first time she had seen his hologram. He was going to be the death of her if she didn’t get him restrained and stunned in the next few minutes.

She leaned forward, bending at the waist and set her mouth against his ear. “I like a pretty man.” He shivered as she expected, but she felt it all the way to the soles of her feet.

“Yeah? I’ve never been called pretty.”

She couldn’t stop the curving of her lips when she heard the way his voice deepened over the words. “I find that hard to believe.”

She straightened then stepped closer. She could smell him, almost taste him. Masculine, not a whiff of fragrance that wasn’t from him. It was so basically male she had to close her eyes and pull in a deep breath. Remember the detail. Get him back to base. Get back to Earth.

“In fact, I can’t see how any woman wouldn’t find every part of you tempting.”

She gave in to the urge to settle her hands on his shoulders. He was warm, burning up. She caressed his flesh. She couldn’t help it. She opened her eyes and she could see him in the mirror. The two of them made a picture. Ruined and broken woman. Dangerous criminal. God, what she wouldn’t give to indulge. She knew the male agents did, but she knew she couldn’t afford that. Many of their jobs thought they could offer sex and get off the charges pending against them. She knew Dawson must not even suspect her, or he would have killed her by now. For her, if she were to do this, there was a good chance he would get that chance to kill her.

“What was that?” he asked as he studied her face in the reflection.


“Something about your expression looked…sad.”

She shook herself out of her funk and back to the task. She couldn’t think about things that were never going to happen. After years of disappointment, she had learned not to play that game.

She smiled at him. “Nothing, just a moment of melancholy.”

Dawson cocked his head to the side. “About what?”

At first, her heart flip flopped. Just the concern she read on his face and heard in his voice had her melting on the inside. No man asked her about things like that. Not even Jared and he was the closest thing to a husband she had. At least a husband with no sex involved.

“Let’s not talk about it.”

For a moment, he looked like he wanted to argue, but apparently he thought better of it.

“So, what now?”

The seductive purr was back and it had her quaking inside. Lust flowed through her blood like lava, burning her from the inside out.

“I thought maybe we could play a little game.”

“What kind of game?” he asked.

She pressed against him. “I thought you might let me tie you up.”

His face hardened, his eyes burning with a fire that would probably consume them both if she let it. He swallowed.

“Tie me up?”

“Nothing big,” she said, moving away from him. “Just your hands at your back. I want to play a little.”

He swallowed again, then nodded. She pulled out her cuffs, the new ones Jared had just gotten her after months of nagging. She would use them this one and only time.

“I promise not to hurt you,” she said teasingly.

He sighed. “That’s not a promise I care about.”

She wanted to sigh herself. In the years since her attack, she hadn’t met a man who intrigued her like this one. She was ready to toss aside the fact he was a wanted man, that he was selling secrets to the highest bidder, and would probably cost many people their lives. All that didn’t matter, and that scared the hell out of her. But the one thing she never did was fall on the job, especially not the one that would get her home.

She slipped her fingers down his arms, enjoying the feel of his hard flesh beneath her digits. God, she would never forget just how wonderful this felt. She would probably lie awake with the thought in her head for months. As she reached his hands, she sighed. Long, tapered fingers, wide palms. She wasn’t a little woman but his hand would swallow hers. Rough calluses marred the tips of his fingers. A lot of agents in his field had smooth hands, manicured fingers. This was a man who didn’t mind getting in the middle of a dirty fight.

“Having fun?” he asked.

She fought the shiver of need that welled up inside her. She had to arrest him, needed to take him in. He was dirty and without scruples if he was selling secrets. Drawing in a deep breath, she coded the electronic restraints and strapped them over his wrists. She ignored the little thrill that unfurled deep within her belly at the sight of that. She rose and looked at their reflections again. His gaze rose to hers, the fire had flared higher and it had her own arousal rising. She wanted him, and there was no getting around that. But she wanted to get back to Earth more. With more resistance than she thought she had, she turned away and went to retrieve her weapon and put it in her holster. Then she pulled out the stunner she’d brought with her.

“What the hell’s going on?” he asked, apparently realizing something else was happening. Finally.

Without turning around, she said, “Samuel Dawson, you are under arrest for the procurement of secrets and the selling of those secrets for profit.”


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