New Year, New We: The Spies Who Loved Her, #4

By Katrina Jackson

Kierra has been in the honeymoon period with Monica and Lane for a few months. But as the year comes to a close she is confronted with questions she can't answer alone, because she's not an island anymore. Is this temporary? Do they love her as much as she loves them? Is there room for one more? In this New Year's interlude, check in on this polyamorous triad as they make their way carefully from lust to love. With still a lot of lust.

New Year, New We is an interlude in The Spies Who Loved Her series. These erotic romantic suspense stories are about sexy secret agents and the civilians who bring them to their knees.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Katrina Jackson
• Release date: Jan 31, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393271413

Katrina Jackson

Katrina is a college professor by day who writes romances by weekend when her cats allow. She writes high heat, diverse and mostly queer erotic romances and erotica. She also likes sleep, salt-and-pepper beards, and sunshine. I'm super active on twitter. Follow me: @katrinajax

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New Year, New We

New Year, New We

The Spies Who Love Her holiday interlude

Katrina Jackson

Contents

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epilogue

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Copyright © 2019 by Katrina Jackson

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Editor: A.K. Edits

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Shooting death

one

Ever Protocol, Beta.

Lane’s voice wasn’t quite a bark, but certainly not a question.

Kierra knew this one. She knew them all. She’d been studying for her upcoming exam like she hadn’t studied since she’d almost failed Calculus sophomore year of college. When she passed, the Critical Materials certification would give her higher clearance and special protocols for handling sensitive data. Although she technically wouldn’t be Lane and Monica’s personal assistant anymore, her new responsibilities would extend some of the support work she already did for them and other agents assigned to them. Also, she’d be making more money. She’d had to remind herself of that paycheck each morning they’d been in Washington, D.C. and she trudged out to Virginia to attend the special training program. And she’d fantasized about all of the thigh-high boots she could buy with that money while she was bored out of her mind in her classes. She tried to imagine her savings account growing to stave off the cabin fever of wasting most of the holiday season in a nondescript warehouse where she and a handful of other administrative staff listened to lectures that literally replicated the course reading materials.

But she’d finally completed her training. She knew all of this material. She was ready. So of course she knew that Ever Protocol, Beta was Confidential paperwork. Needs B-grade clearance or higher to view. Must be saved with double encryption on secure Agency server, she said triumphantly.

Lane grunted, the only indication that her answer was correct. SeaTac Procedure, he said, moving swiftly to the next not-quite question.

She frowned up at him. She realized he was only trying to help, and she wasn’t a dog, so she didn’t need a treat every time she got a right answer. But was a good or a smile too much to ask for?

Give me an answer, he whispered, his eyes boring into hers.

She deepened her frown and scowled at him, Water rescue with possible enemy combatants. Agent must take extra precaution to prevent civilian casualties. She ground out the words so he would know that just because he thought this grand inquisition was the best method to help her retain information didn’t mean she agreed.

Or at least she wanted to grind the words through clenched teeth, but her mouth fell open and her breath spluttered out when Monica twisted her fingers inside of Kierra’s pussy to rub that sensitive cluster of nerves that made her legs shake. She licked her clit with hard pressure and Kierra moaned, a small smile spread across her face as her toes curled under. She spread her legs wider – hamstrings burning – to give Monica all the room she needed to settle in and get very comfortable touching her exactly like this for as long as she wanted.

They were in their bedroom in the temporary Agency residence just inside the Beltway. The new place looked like a compressed version of their New Jersey house, which was comforting and disorienting all at the same time. Kierra had just barely moved in with Monica and Lane before they’d whisked her away to start the Critical Materials training program, not wanting to wait six months for the next cycle. The only upside to spending most of November and December in the most boring version of college was that Monica and Lane had traveled with her and after a long, boring day, she at least got to come home to the two people she loved, in a house that was almost familiar. Although Kierra had barely moved into their New Jersey mini mansion, so she hadn’t had time to test out the idea of it being her new home. Every day that they’d been away, she’d tested the word out on her tongue in the facsimile house, acclimating herself to their new arrangement bit-by-bit. Part of that acclimating process was making new memories with Lane and Monica in the upper part of their house. Especially in her favorite room: their bedroom.

She was sitting on the bench at the foot of the bed. Monica was crouched between her legs, gently, albeit relentlessly, working her over with her mouth and fingers. And Lane paced in front of her, hurling question after question and clerical mission protocol after assistant security directive. She wasn’t sure whose idea it was to quiz her while fucking her to make sure she could keep her concentration under pressure. But as her eyes fluttered closed, her head rolled back and the orgasm radiated through her in soft waves of heat from her core, she promised herself that she was going to suck the life out of them both in thanks.

Last one, sweet girl.

Kierra moaned.

Lane had moved, his voice was low and full of lust as his breath tickled her cheek. He leaned over Monica to whisper to her. What are your directives in case of an infiltration at our satellite site?

Satellite…? Monica moved her mouth and began to suckle on her clit. Holy shit, Kierra hissed.

Command, Lane said, his voice exasperated. Urgent. He wanted to get this over with so they could fuck. She agreed.

Her voice was shaky. Blue panic button locks the basement from the rest of the house. There’s a keypad in a panel hidden in the east wall of the briefing room. Input code 87341 to alert The Agency and put out a distress signal to any agents within a fifty-mile radius. Her words trailed off in a breathy whisper and moans she couldn’t stop. She was certain Lane didn’t mind.

Monica’s hand stilled and she lifted her head. And then?

What? Kierra gasped, bewildered and just on the edge of yet another release.

And then what do you do? Monica demanded in a tone of voice that made Kierra want to shrink from the intensity of her gaze and also splay herself out on their bed. She wanted that voice and her mouth to cover every inch of her skin.

It’s not in the directives, Kierra said, looking from Monica to Lane and back again. They won’t test me on that.

Humor us, Lane added in a gentle voice.

Kierra licked her lips and sighed. She crawled onto the bed and took off her last scrap of clothing – a tank top that had become twisted around her upper body from Monica’s distractions. She lifted onto her knees and watched as Lane helped Monica to stand. Kierra shivered when Monica leaned into his side and slipped her fingers, glistening with Kierra’s juices, into his mouth. She could