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“We’ve got the woman in sight. She’s making a run for it!”
Cooper looked up from the weapon in his hand, making eye contact with Brody. One of Agent Monroe’s men must have spotted Cyn. Knowing that wherever she was running from, one of Jones’s men would be on her within seconds, Cooper knew they didn’t have a choice but to end this. He just needed Anna Cruz to say those four little words.
“And the money?”
“I have your money,” Anna said, finally giving them what they needed. “My men will—”
“Hey, get back here! Sonny!”
Fuck, they had just run out of time. Brody pulled his weapon, slipping behind him as quickly as he could. Jones had turned and walked hurriedly around the side of the vehicle. In a blink of an eye, Anna and Cooper had each pulled their weapons simultaneously, holding each other at gunpoint.
“Well, it seems we have a little standoff,” Anna said, drawing her words out.
“Easy, Anna,” Cooper said, knowing he could use this one-on-one time to his advantage. “Jones took our woman. You have no part in this. You can take your guns, leave your money, and be on your way.”
“Why would Jones do that?” Anna asked, her hand never wavering on the gun in her hand. “Does he not trust you?”
“We’re here, aren’t we?” Cooper pointed out, hoping to just get her men to ease off of whatever was happening up front. Once she took possession of the weapons and left him the cash, Monroe and his agents would stop her on the gravel lane before she reached the main road. That would leave Jones and his men for Cooper and Brody to deal with. “To show you our good faith, you can take our truck. We have a score to settle with Jones, and it has nothing to do with you.”
“Take your truck?” Anna said, laughing. “How gullible do you think I am? I haven’t worked my way to the top of this cartel by spreading my legs, Mr. Jackson.”
It dawned on Cooper that Anna thought the truck would be tracked, maybe even thinking they had placed GPS devices on it. Knowing he would never convince her otherwise, Cooper went back to the original plan.
“I understand,” Cooper said. “But standing here, holding each other at gunpoint, is not going to resolve this issue any faster. So I suggest you get your men and start transferring these weapons to your vehicle, while we take care of Jones.”
“Fair enough.” Anna whistled. Her men didn’t come around the truck immediately, which made Cooper more nervous than her. What was happening up front, and did Brody have the situation under control? “Carlos!”
Cooper breathed a sigh of relief when her man came around the back of the truck. “Sorry, Ms. Cruz. We wanted to make sure that Mr. Jones had everything under control.”
“It is not your place to worry about Mr. Jones,” Anna said, reprimanding him. She lowered her gun, but Cooper noticed she didn’t put it back into her coat pocket. “Mr. Jackson and Mr. Jones have unfinished business, but it is not ours. Have our men transfer these weapons.”
Cooper angled his head toward the briefcase. He was relieved when Anna handed it to him and then stepped back. “I appreciate the professional courtesy to allow us to handle this situation.”
“Business should never cross the line into our personal lives, Mr. Jackson,” Anna said. He wondered if something had happened to a loved one of hers, as her eyes had clouded over with grief. Not wanting to get drawn into something that wasn’t his problem, and knowing she was likely going to be spending the rest of her life in prison, Cooper remained silent. “Do what needs to be done. It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.”
“Likewise, Ms. Cruz,” Cooper said, breathing a sigh of relief that he could now concentrate on making sure that Cyn was okay.
Not quite turning his back on her, Cooper reversed a few steps before making his way to where he could hear voices. Finally able to see, Cooper’s heart stopped. It looked like a three-way standoff, with Cyn the only one unarmed. Brody had his gun pointed at Jones, while Jones had his gun pointed at Cyn’s head. Her eyes were wide with fear, but her back was straight, showing that confidence they loved so much about her. Cyn’s blue robe was dancing around her calves as the wind had picked up. She looked like a beautiful witch in all her glory, about to cast her spell. Seeing how dire the situation was becoming, he hoped it was a good one. From the sound of it, the conversation was going downhill.
“Either way, you die,” Brody said, holding his gun steady.
“I think you’re bluffing, Jackson,” Sonny yelled back. He was losing his cool, and his real colors were shining through. “I took your woman as collateral. From the minute you contacted me, something hasn’t been right.”
“In case you missed it, the deal closed just like we said it would,” Brody responded. “Your mistake was involving Cyn. We don’t let those types of errors be overlooked.”
“Jones, you can walk away,” Cooper hollered out, getting closer to where they were. He had to stop when Jones’s lackey held up his gun. “I will guarantee that Brody will let you leave if you put down your weapon.”
Cooper hoped like hell that Brody was just playing good cop/bad cop, because the last thing Cyn needed to see was Brody murder someone in cold blood. Cooper kept his gun aimed at Jones’s man and inched a little closer.
“And how do I know that he won’t come after me later, huh?” Sonny took a step closer to Cyn, causing Brody to tighten his finger on the trigger.
“Sonny, don’t be stupid,” Cooper warned.
“So how do you suggest we end this?”
“I’ll end it.” Cooper heard the gunshot before turning to see Anna holding her weapon, which was still pointed at her target. Looking back, instead of seeing Sonny dead on the ground as he expected, Jones was holding his bleeding hand to his chest and staring at his gun on the ground. Cooper knew he was weighing the odds of whether he could pick it up quick enough before Anna or Brody got another round off.
Instead of Cyn running toward him or Brody like he thought she would, she made his heart stop beating when she dove for Sonny’s gun. Before Cooper could take care of Jones’s man, Anna had already fired another shot. This one was aimed directly for the man’s leg, taking him to the ground. Before Brody could reach Cyn, she had already gotten her hands on the weapon and was lying on the ground, with the weapon pointed up at Sonny. Cooper breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that this situation hadn’t taken her spunk.
“Remember, Jackson, you owe me,” Anna said, before turning on her heel and walking toward one of the cars. The back door was open, with Carlos waiting nearby. Before getting in, she turned to face him. “This doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you, just that I know who can be useful to me in the future.”
Cooper looked at her in question, but all he got back was a smile, her white teeth shining against her red lips. She looked over at Cyn and then disappeared into the back of the car. For a brief second, guilt filled him. He knew Monroe was about to sweep in and make arrests. Sure enough, men started to come out of the woods, yelling for everyone to get their hands up. Vehicles with their red and blue lights flashing made their way down the gravel lane, blocking anyone’s attempt to leave. They were supposed to wait, letting the truck drive toward the main road, but with things having gone down the shitter, Monroe took control.
Needing to hold Cyn and assure himself that she was safe, Cooper walked the distance that was between them. Men had already surrounded Jones, placing him in handcuffs and hauling him off to a vehicle. They had done the same with his lackey, only he was screaming that he needed to go to the hospital. Brody had reached down for Cyn, bringing her up to her feet and taking the gun away from her. He held her tightly in his grasp and Cooper could see the relief that was written all over him. Knowing that he would not get Brody to let her go quite yet, Cooper moved so that the front of his body covered her back. She was now cocooned between the two of them, protected and safe. She would remain that way for the rest of her life, because Cooper knew he and Brody were hanging up th
eir hats after this. The low-level excitement of being a small-business owner was more than they needed—because they had Cyn to keep the exhilaration at an all-time high.
Chapter Twelve
Cyn came awake slowly, taking the time to stretch each muscle. The bed was soft and warm, although the front of her was a little chilly. It brought back memories from last night, when she had been held by gunpoint in her robe. She shivered, knowing it had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the fact that Sonny Jones had been going to shoot her. Wanting to snuggle back into the bed, Cyn went to reach for the comforter.
Clink!
Cyn’s eyes flew open. Above her, Brody was smiling down at her. There was a gleam in his eyes that made her wary. Slowly, she tilted her head back to see what had made that sound and what was keeping her from moving her arms. Shit. Those were shiny handcuffs surrounding her wrists, although someone had taken the time to wrap silk material underneath the metal.
Clearing her throat, Cyn tried to remain calm as she asked, “That was very nice of you to have thought of my skin, but honestly, do we need to do this? I’m sure you would rather have me participate in our lovemaking sessions.”
Brody threw his head back and laughed. “Not on your life, Cyn. Paybacks are a bitch, and I plan to savor this one with one lick and one orgasm at a time.”
Cyn’s breath caught in her throat. They had all crawled into bed after last night’s ordeal, letting their clothes drop where they may. She knew they had all been naked, loving how their body heat made her warmer than any cover could. Looking down her body, she saw things hadn’t changed one iota. She was still naked and now, with her arms bound to the bed above her head, totally at their mercy.
Her pussy started to leak, and Cyn went to bring her legs together so Brody wouldn’t see. Again, another clink resounded through the room. She moaned, knowing that Brody was going to see how much she really anticipated what he was about to do to her body. She felt her juices sluggishly flow down her thighs.
“Cooper had to take a phone call, but I assured him that I had things covered up here,” Brody murmured, leaning his head down to kiss her neck. His warm lips pressed against her skin and little goose bumps immediately formed all over her body. She felt his tongue make contact with her skin, the moistness reminding her of what was between her legs. Brody trailed his tongue down her neck and to her collarbone. “I’m wondering how long I can keep you hanging on the edge without coming.”
“Brody,” Cyn whispered, hoping to distract him and convince him to release her, “we can figure that out later. I want you. Uncuff me and let’s make love.”
“But we are making love.” Brody placed delicate kisses down the middle of her breasts and then pulled back. Taking his right hand, he brought it up and traced around the rosy color of her areola. Her nipple tingled and hardened, wanting to be touched. Cyn bit her lip. “Does that feel good?”
“Yesss,” Cyn hissed. “Brody, you should let me go. Just think of how much fun we can have.”
“We are having fun,” Brody replied, leaning his head down. She tensed, knowing he was going to place his mouth where his fingers were. Nothing could prepare her for the intense heat his mouth provided by sucking in her nipple. He suckled it until the pebble stretched to the roof of his mouth.
“Ahh,” Cyn yelled, arching her back, needing something more. “Brody, more!”
“More?” While he continued to lick, suck, and bite her left nipple, Brody used his fingers to pull, twist, and tug on the other one. It was sweet torture. “How about a lot more?”
Cyn was finally able to lower her back to the bed when Brody pulled away. She took a deep breath but then realized he held something in his hand. Cyn started to shake her head, and Brody’s smile got bigger.
“We know how much you like a little erotic pain with our sex, Cyn. Have you ever tried nipple clamps?”
“What? You can’t give me what I need without a little help?”
Cyn tried to goad him into not putting them on, but she could see it wasn’t working. She knew that once he clamped them in place, she would be on the verge of an orgasm. She had bought some herself once, years ago, and found that the clamps brought her off quicker during self-pleasure. What would the impact be with two men loving her while her nipples were experiencing that little bite of pain they liked so much?
“Why not give you everything we can, Cyn?” Brody asked, his head dipping again. She felt him suck her nipple into his mouth, as if it needed any help in getting harder. Her stomach fell when he let go, knowing what he was going to do now.
“Brody—”
Cyn screamed when he placed the clamp perfectly on her, pinching her nipple in between the round rubber pads. God, that felt good. She could swear her eyes rolled back in her head. Her skin flushed, her nipple throbbed and pussy wept.
“Brody, I need to come.”
“We haven’t even gotten started,” Brody murmured against her other breast. It hit her he had yet to put the other clamp on. He took her other nipple in between his teeth, gently biting down and then using his tongue to soothe the sting. It didn’t really matter, because Brody brought the other clamp up and released the ends, letting the small rubber pads close tightly around her other nipple.
Ripples of pleasure stole through her body, every nerve ending directly in her clit. She knew the tissue was engorged with blood. If she could just get him to go down on her, Cyn knew she would come in a matter of seconds. She lifted her hips off of the bed, indicating to Brody what she needed.
“That is a beautiful sight.” Cyn lifted her head out of the pleasure haze that Brody had brought around her to see Cooper standing in the doorway. “Although, don’t we have a matching clamp that goes with those?”
Cyn was having trouble getting her brain to work. Matching clamp? She already had both of them on, so she wasn’t sure what he was talking about. But she knew Cooper might release her and let her come quickly if she begged him. He had a softer heart than Brody when it came to these matters.
“Cooper, I need to come,” Cyn begged, lifting her hips off the bed. “Will you make me come?”
“Don’t you dare, Cooper,” Brody warned. “After handcuffing us to our office chairs and having her way with us, we should get to do the same.”
“Sorry, Silk,” Cooper said, his smile taking away any sincerity that he might have meant. “I have to agree with Brody. And I personally can’t wait to see the third clamp. You have the most beautiful clit.”
Clit? Oh my, she was in trouble now. They were going to use a clit clamp on her. She was already shaking her head when Brody lowered himself in between her legs. She had never tried that kind of clamp, but knowing how sensitive her clit was, she wasn’t sure she would survive this.
“She’s like a faucet down here, Cooper. I’ve got to have a taste before I put this clamp on her.”
Cyn was already bucking her hips, hoping that Brody going down on her would bring her off. Maybe if she could have an orgasm early, she’d be able to enjoy the things they had planned. Brody started licking her inner thighs and murmuring against her skin how good she tasted. Why wasn’t he licking her clit?
“Lick my clit, Brody,” Cyn ordered. “Do something!”
“It seems she doesn’t want you to clean her up, Brody,” Cooper said, crawling on the bed to lie beside her. “I think she just wants to wear her new jewelry.”
“But—”
Cyn’s words were cut off when Brody went directly for her clit. With no warning, he sucked it into his mouth. Right when she would have tumbled into that sweet abyss, she felt him release the clamp. The sharp pain stopped her orgasm in its tracks, but instead of making it disappear and giving her some type of relief, the clamp kept her right on the edge.
Cyn couldn’t keep herself from whimpering. Her entire body felt like it was going to combust. Cooper was kissing her shoulder while Brody worked his way up her body. There wasn’t an inch of skin that they didn’t cover. Cyn cou
ld only concentrate on the three places that throbbed with the beat of her heart. If they would just release her, she’d be able to sneak a hand down to her pussy fast enough to come before they could stop her.
“Release me,” Cyn whispered.
“How about your legs?” Brody asked, sitting up.
“Yes!” Cyn screamed, figuring she would only have to rub her legs together to obtain the friction she needed.
Brody went to work unlocking the cuffs. He left the silk material on her ankles, not that Cyn really cared. She was being given the opportunity to relieve her body from this sweet suffering. Cyn gasped in surprise when instead of being able to bring her legs together, Brody kept a hold of her ankles while Cooper readjusted the cuffs above her head. They had been attached to the one wooden peg that reached from one side to the other. Upon bringing them together to meet in the middle, Brody flipped her and placed her directly on her knees, exposing her pussy and ass.
“This is so much better. Now we get to play with your ass,” Brody explained, his voice deepening with desire.
Cyn wondered how much longer they could last, because she didn’t think she’d ever been brought this far without being able to let go. Could a person die from not having an orgasm? Instinct had her trying to clamp her knees together, but Brody used his to keep hers apart. She groaned in frustration and then cried out when Cooper decided to ring the tiny bells that were apparently attached to her nipple clamps. The movement caused little sharp zings to travel through her nipples. There seemed to be a direct path to her pussy, because she could feel her opening widen, needing something to fill it.
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