“Where are we?”
“Near the Big Horn River. We crossed over into Wyoming Territory a few hours ago.”
God, help her! They were headed into the mountains. Southwest. Like she’d told them when they tortured her last night. They’d find Devil’s hideout for sure and hand her over. The knowledge woke her up faster than a slap to the face.
She started to back away but he snagged her by her bound hands, pulling her up against his body.
“Shh, sweetheart. There’s nothing here to hurt you and there’s no place to run.” He sounded as if he were talking to a skittish mare. The soft, deep cadence of his voice and his big hands rubbing her back quickly settled her nerves.
Her hands trapped between their bodies, she lifted her gaze to his. Pleading with her eyes. “If I tell you exactly where the hideout is, will you let me leave?”
“I can’t do that, kitten. Dakota and I swore to bring all those involved in the bank robbery and murders to justice.”
“Including me.” Her heart sank. “Then I have no reason to cooperate.”
“You weren’t in the bank when the shooting happened. Cooperate with us and we’ll talk to the judge. Maybe he’ll reduce your time in jail.” A slow smile spread over his face, the kind that caused tension to coil low in her gut and heat to spiral outward to all her female parts. “Oh you will cooperate, eventually. We’ll enjoy coaxing all that cooperation out of you.”
Slanting his head sideways, he captured her lips with his. Gentle pressure. Tongue stroking. Demanding entrance. Finally, she parted her lips at his insistence. And he dove in like a knight storming her defenses. Claiming her as his.
Just when she wanted to whimper for more, he pulled back, his lips lingering tenderly against her bruised ones for a moment longer.
Slowly she opened her eyes. Gone was the smile. Instead a hunger she’d never seen before filled his features.
He stepped back and grasped her by her tethered hands once more. “Come with me. I have something to show you that you might enjoy.”
What did they have planned for her this time? Her pulse skipped a beat, then sped as if she’d been running for miles. He pulled her past the small fire Dakota had started toward the sound of the river beyond the rocks in the bend ahead.
At the riverbank, Quinn stopped her, pulling her back against his chest. He pointed to the water. “Look.”
There, naked in the flowing water, stood Dakota, his back to them, his long dark hair wet and hanging halfway down his back. And what a back it was. Deeply defined muscles, wide at the shoulders and tapered to the curve of his buttocks, just barely visible beneath the water.
Lacy couldn’t take her eyes off him as he dipped and cupped water over his head. “What’s he doing?”
“He worships the elements.” Quinn skimmed his hands up from her waist to stroke just under the swell of her breasts. “Air, wind, fire, water.”
Slowly Dakota turned to face them. A long jagged scar extended over his chest down to his right hip, its raised white edges stood out angry against his golden brown skin.
She sucked in her breath at the sight. “How did that happen?”
“When his mother and father died, he went to find his father’s family. His grandfather didn’t want to have anything to do with a ‘half-breed’. So he took his sword to him, nearly cutting him in half.”
“Couldn’t he defend himself?” A sick feeling swirled in her stomach.
“He was only twelve.”
“Dear God! How did he survive?”
“He crawled to the next farm where the farmer took pity on him, brought him in to the doc in town. Doc sewed him up and that’s when the Captain stepped in.”
“The Captain?”
“My foster father. He took Dakota in and we’ve been brothers ever since.” Slowly Quinn moved his hands up to cup her breasts, gently kneading them.
His breath feathering over her skin reawakened the need inside her as his hands found both nipples, plucking them like strings on a musical instrument. As Quinn strummed her body, Dakota took another step closer, the water flowing off his hips, his fully erect cock jutting out from his body.
“He’s magnificent, isn’t he?” Quinn whispered in her ear, then slowly pulled her earlobe between his teeth.
“Yes,” she whispered back, desire racing through her and pooling between her legs.
“Would you like to touch him?”
“Yes…no…I can’t.” Although she denied her desire, her traitorous hands ached to stroke Dakota’s smooth chest and caress the horrible, angry scar, then explore his cock from tip to base. She might’ve given her body and virtue to Santos, the man who betrayed her, but in so many ways she was as innocent as a virgin. She’d never really touched or held a man in such a carnal way.
“It’s okay to give in to your desires, Lacy,” Dakota said, as if he read her thoughts. He stopped in front of her, the tip of his erection pressing into her abdomen. Grasping her bound hands, he lifted them to rest against his chest. “Trust us,” he whispered, seconds before he claimed her lips.
Oh God, what were they doing to her? With Quinn kissing her ear, sending delightful shivers of pleasure though her with each pinch of her nipples, she couldn’t think straight. Dakota’s kiss—as deep and passionate as Quinn’s had been—pulled her into a maelstrom of emotions.
“Go ahead, darlin’, let your fingers feel how warm and hard he is,” Quinn suggested as his tongue caressed her ear and his fingers pinched each nipple a little harder. “He’s all yours to play with as you like.”
She wanted to fight them, surely she did, but Dakota slipped his tongue inside her lips to stroke hers. Teasing, touching, claiming every little moan that escaped her.
Slowly, she managed to spread her hands enough so that just her fingertips touched his warm skin. At her touch, Dakota moaned and released his hold on her hands, running his own down her sides to her hips.
The sound of this powerful man deriving pleasure from just her touch gave Lacy courage. She let her fingertips slide down the smooth planes of his chest until they came in contact with the raised flesh of his jagged scar.
At her touch there Dakota clenched at her hips, pulling her in against him. Quinn slid his lips down her neck. Releasing one tender nipple, he pulled her curly hair off to one side and latched on to her neck. Slowly he suckled down until he met her shoulder. More frissons of pleasure soared through her.
“Lower, darlin’. Feel all of him.”
She followed Quinn’s instructions, tracing the scar over the rippled muscles of Dakota’s abdomen with her fingers until they came in contact with the pointed tip of his swollen cock.
“God, yes,” Dakota hissed. The sound thrilled her, making her want to be bolder.
Her fingers danced over his cock head. Warm. Silken, yet strong. The tip like hot satin. Then she let her fingers slide down the rigid shaft, feeling the veins and each ripple of his engorged state.
Cool air danced over her breasts. Quinn had unbuttoned her shirt and untied her camisole, allowing them to hang loose off her shoulders. Then he slipped his hands down to move her skirts and drawers over her hips.
“Step out of them.”
She should protest, refuse, but Dakota’s deep moaning as she stroked him from base to tip made her body obey as much as Quinn’s sultry commands. Standing in the cold mountain stream, half dressed, she was warmed by the bodies of both men pressed against her.
Quinn slipped his hands off her breasts and up her arms to her shoulders. Gently she felt him push downward.
“On your knees.”
He held her as she broke the kiss with Dakota and awkwardly lowered into the cold water, sand and pebbles digging into her knees.
“Taste him.”
“I can’t.” She knew what they wanted her to do. Even though more than one woman had been used by Devil’s men in such fashion, she’d thought the act disgusting. Or maybe it was the men? None was as beautiful or as arousing as the two ho
lding her captive.
“Take him in your mouth. Pleasure him,” Quinn whispered in her ear.
She gazed up at Dakota, who had his hands on her head, neither trapping nor forcing her. Pure hunger filled his eyes, need etched his face. The musky scent of his arousal filled her senses. Clean. Masculine. Lusty.
Her eyes never leaving his face, she slipped her tongue out to stroke around the head.
His fingers clenched in her hair as he sucked in air. The desire in his eyes deepened, his mouth open as he watched her.
The desire to please him soared through her, erasing all fear of what lay ahead. Slowly she slipped her lips over the head and sucked just the tip of him into her mouth.
“Oh God, yes!” Dakota’s eyes closed for a moment.
All the pain in her knees was forgotten, any humiliation at kneeling between two men gone, replaced by the need to take him farther into her mouth. With shaking hands, she stroked the length of him as she slid her mouth over his shaft.
Chapter Four
Damn, she looked so beautiful kneeling in front of Dakota, sucking him deeper and deeper. Quinn stepped away to remove his boots, laying them on the dry bank along with Lacy’s skirt. As he removed his shirt and pants, he watched his blood brother’s body thrust forward and drive more of his cock into the redhead’s pursed lips.
His own erection strained as it was freed, begging to be treated to the same warm suction. He waded back into the water behind Lacy. Resting his cock against her shoulder, he slid his hands down over her breasts. Cupping them in his hand, he marveled again at how magnificent they were. Enough to fill his hands, but not so much to be wasted or sagging. He pinched the dark rosy nipples, making her suck Dakota in a little deeper.
“Oh yes, pet. Suck me inside, bathe me with that tongue,” Dakota whispered, pulling her head in a little more.
Dakota’s words and Lacy’s responsiveness made Quinn’s balls tighten and the blood surge into his cock. He was sure now she hadn’t been with many men in her life. From her kisses to the tentative way she’d touched and licked at Dakota, he knew how innocent she really was. The knowledge that she’d almost willingly gone down on one of them pushed his desire for her up another level.
“That’s it, kitten, take him in deeper.”
His eyes met Dakota’s. The lust he saw there stoked his own. He wanted to feel her luscious lips wrapped around his shaft, her warm, wet mouth pulling on him.
Releasing her nipples, he slid his hands down her arms to her bound hands where her fingertips cupped Dakota. He undid the knots in the leather thong, slowly releasing her hands and massaging the skin beneath. Then he stepped to the side, bringing one of her hands to his straining cock. He laid it in her hands and pushed her fingers around the thickness.
With Dakota’s shaft buried deep in her mouth, she opened her jade-green eyes to stare up at him
Holding her gaze with his, Quinn moved her hand. “Stroke me,” he commanded.
Her soft hand slipped down his full length, sending tremors of pleasure through him. “Oh yeah, kitten, that’s it. Make me feel good.”
A moan escaped Dakota as she slid her mouth up and down his length. He scooped her mass of copper curls off her face. Gripping them tight, he guided her head to take more of his cock. Quinn could tell by the look on his brother’s face that he was close to spilling his seed down her throat. He also knew their captive wasn’t ready for that kind of submission.
Their gazes met over Lacy’s head. A silent communication to change tactics.
Dakota grasped her head between his hands and slowly pulled her face away from his throbbing cock. Her mouth remained in an O shape, confusion etched on her features. “Not this time, pet.”
He turned her head toward Quinn and watched as his brother slid deep into the warm mouth he’d just plundered. Sliding one hand into her hair, he gripped the thick curls in his fingers and guided her movements up and down Quinn’s shaft.
She put up no resistance. Her gaze was locked on Quinn’s.
Dakota watched the two of them.
Lacy might not realize it, but her body had already responded to Quinn’s in a way her mind and heart couldn’t fight.
After a few minutes, Dakota gently pulled her away from Quinn’s cock.
Each of them reached down to cup a breast and pinch the nipple. “Stroke us to completion, Lacy,” he instructed her. He and Quinn had done this with women they’d shared over the years, but never with such a novice. He didn’t know how long he’d last in her hands.
True to her inherent submissiveness, Lacy obeyed his instructions, gliding her hands smoothly over their straining erections, watching with fascination as suddenly the first one, then the other spurted cum onto her breasts.
“Ah God, yes…” Dakota moaned as he erupted.
“Sweet heavens…don’t…stop…” Quinn growled out as he came too.
Lacy’s fingers slowed. Their sticky seed slowly ran over her breasts. Shame at how she’d let them use her, mark her as their property, filled her. And she’d willingly gone along with their demands. How could she behave like that?
She released them then struggled to stand. She wanted to get away from them. Hide.
Quinn caught her before she managed to stumble two steps. “We’re not finished.”
She tried to pull away but he gripped her tight against his body. Then he scooped her into his arms and walked deeper into the water.
“Please, no more. I…can’t. I…no…please.” God, she hated begging, but her resolve was in tatters.
Quinn leaned in and captured her protests in a soft kiss. “Shh, sweetheart. It’s simply time to bathe.”
“Bathe?” She couldn’t be hearing him right.
Slowly he released her legs, holding her steady as she slid down his body to stand hip-deep in the cold mountain water. “You met our needs, now it’s our turn to meet yours.”
“Why?” She shivered in the cold air and water, hating this vulnerable state she’d been hovering in since they invaded her cabin.
“Because it’s our responsibility to care for you.” He pulled her body flush against his, rubbing his warm hands over her back.
“That makes no sense.” She tried to ignore the musky masculine scent of his chest. “You plan to give me to Devil. If he doesn’t kill me, which I assure you he plans to do, you’re going to see they hang me.”
“Not necessarily, kitten,” Dakota said, pressing his back the length of her.
Dear God, it felt so good. She should hate them, should fight them. Their nearness, body heat, the scent of them teased her senses like nothing she’d experienced before.
“What…what do you mean?” Another shiver coursed over her body, this time making her nipples pucker harder against Quinn and the folds of her sex swell even more.
Lavender teased her nose. Dakota took a step back, sliding hands lathered with the special soap she’d bought in Denver over her shoulders, kneading down the smooth muscles of her back to her bottom cheeks. Eyes closed, she leaned into Quinn. “Oh, mmm.”
“I think our kitten likes that, Dakota.” Quinn chuckled above her, the rumbling making his chest hairs tickle her cheek.
She bit her lip to keep from moaning more.
“I think you’re right.”
Dakota slid his hands back up her sides, then in front to lather her breasts and upper chest, washing away the remnants of their seed. Finally he went down her stiff back muscles again. When his hands worked her buttocks again, then slipped down over her thighs, she went limp. Only Quinn’s hands on her hips kept her vertical.
“Tell me about the bank robbery, Lacy,” Quinn whispered against her ear.
She shook her head, trying to fight both Quinn’s sexy voice and Dakota’s hands, hands that slipped between her thighs.
“Sweetness, help us help you. How many raids did you go on with Devil? Five? Ten?”
“First,” she whispered as Dakota slid his fingers over her sex.
“You’
ve been in on them since the first?”
“No.” Oh, why didn’t they understand? She couldn’t think straight. “It was my first. My only…Oh, mmm.”
Dakota swirled his fingers around the nub at the top of her slit. Heaven. Hell. She thrust her hips forward, trying to close her legs.
“No, kitten,” Quinn commanded her. “Keep them open.”
She obeyed, relaxing her thighs.
“You’re saying you never went on any other raids with the gang?” he asked. “You expect us to believe that?”
“Devil wanted me to. I refused.”
Fingers plucked deliciously at the nub.
“Why? What was special about this time?”
“He said it would be the last.”
“Devil? Devil planned to stop robbing banks?”
A finger slipped through her folds, just a knuckle inside her. She clenched hard on it. “No…Oh God…” She thrust hard onto the hands playing with her sex.
“Who said it would be the last robbery?”
She shook her head. Didn’t want to tell them of her stupidity. Didn’t want to talk about Santos. Only wanted to feel the delicious things flowing over her body.
Dakota worked his finger in and out of her, his thumb stroking her nub as she thrust back and forth like a cat in heat. They were making her want to come for them again, just as she had the night before.
Quinn gripped her around her waist with one arm, then, gripping her chin, tilted her face up to his. “Open your eyes,” he ordered.
Slowly, she lifted her lids to stare up into his blue eyes.
“Tell me, sweetness.”
Fingers stroking her higher.
Faster.
Need spiraling tighter.
“Lacy. Tell us who made you go on this raid.”
The fingers stopped.
She whimpered. “Please.”
“Tell. Us. Who.”
“Please…don’t…make…me…tell.”
“Tell us, sweetness, and Dakota will make you come. Just tell us.”
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