by Pam Godwin
“I don’t care where, as long as we go there together.”
Whatever lay ahead could be her greatest challenge yet. There would be tears and laughter, fighting and fucking, and everything in between. A lasting relationship with one man was hard enough. But with two? It would be twice the work, twice the joy.
She couldn’t wait.
Five miles from her old neighborhood, Cole drove through the wealthiest part of Phoenix. Mansions sat on estate lots, boasting their own lagoons, lush green yards, and wrought iron gates.
When Cole pulled up to one of those gates and punched in a passcode, she straightened on Ricky’s lap.
“We’re going to stay here for a few days.” Ricky kissed her shoulder.
“Is it safe? I assumed we would head to Colombia where you live.”
“We will.” He turned her to face him. “You’ve been locked up for two years. Taking you to Matias’ headquarters might feel like another prison. We thought you would want to experience some of the places and things you loved here before we dragged you away.”
“You’re right.” A watery breath heaved up, clogging her voice. “Thank you.”
“But we won’t be alone here. Most of the group came with us, along with some of Matias’ men. They’re here to keep us safe.”
As Cole drove through the gate, the cars from the prison followed in behind him. Towering stone walls surrounded the driveway, with security fences and armed men blocking every alcove and path.
Jesus, they weren’t fucking around. This place was a fortress.
“Who owns this property?” she asked.
“It belongs to the Restrepo Cartel.” Martin gripped her hand, twining their fingers together. “We’re safe here.”
Sitting between him and Ricky, she’d never felt safer.
The next hour involved a tour through the ten-thousand-square-foot mansion and introductions to the men and women who made up the Freedom Fighters.
Some of them weren’t there. Matias, Camila, Tate, and Lucia were working on another mission in Colombia, and Kate lived on the other side of the world. But she met Josh, Liv, Tomas, Amber, Livana, and the most intimidating presence of them all, Van Quiso.
The massive kitchen buzzed with activity. More food than anyone could ever eat covered the counters. Beautiful people filled the doorways and chairs, and the intimate history between them vibrated through their laughter and lit up their eyes.
They engaged her in friendly conversation and teased Martin and Ricky about their seven-year foreplay.
For a group of ex-traffickers, ex-slaves, and vigilante murderers, they were surprisingly affectionate and gentle. But those were traits she no longer trusted. If it weren’t so abundantly clear that Martin and Ricky loved these people, she would’ve been looking for the nearest exit right about now.
Even so, her nerves felt raw and wired. She wasn’t used to so many aromas of food, the constant touching from strangers, and the extravagance of her surroundings. It was too much all at once.
The only thing holding her together was the comfort in the possessive hands that never left her lower back and hips. Their eyes never left her, either. Martin and Ricky watched her as if she might vanish right in front of them.
“This is the grilled cheese from the bakery near your apartment.” Ricky guided her to the bags of takeout on the table. “We tried to remember all the restaurants you talked about and—” He tilted his head, squinting as he studied her. “You’re overwhelmed.”
“A little.”
“A lot,” he said.
“Yeah.”
He grabbed a bag of grilled cheese, signaled Martin, and led her upstairs.
Tula stood beside a king-sized bed in a master bedroom fit for royalty. Tufted fabrics, rich woods, and elegant decor—the opulence of her surroundings overwhelmed her senses and made her uneasy. Hell, a standard bed in an ordinary room would’ve put her on edge. She wasn’t used to any of this.
She’d eaten the grilled cheese with Martin and Ricky. It tasted just as delicious as she remembered, but it sat heavy in her nervous stomach.
After the quiet meal, she’d changed her clothes in the bathroom, slipping on jean shorts and a dark tank top over a burgundy satin bra and panties set, just like the one she’d described to them all those months ago.
Bags of new clothing and beauty products filled one corner of the master suite. Martin and Ricky had shopped for her, brought in all her favorite foods, and set up house in this mansion to help her adjust and keep her safe.
They’d thought of everything, and she was grateful beyond words. But she didn’t need any of it.
She just needed them.
Most of her anxiety resided in all the things left unsaid. Months of keeping her emotions locked up weighed on her chest.
This luxurious master suite with its over-sized mattress had all the makings for a sinful night of passion. She wanted that desperately, craved a carnal reconnection with them, but more than that, she needed to give them her ugliest memories.
“Tula.” Martin lifted her chin with a finger, anchoring her with that simple touch. “Tell me what you need.”
“Hold me while I tell you the rest?”
His expression softened, and an approving grunt sounded in his throat. Then he lifted her and settled them into bed.
Ricky slid in on her other side. They kicked off their shoes, tangled their legs with hers, and for the next two hours, listened to her talk through every decision, every emotion, everything she experienced from the moment she heard that little girl cry until now.
They held her tight between their warm bodies, kissed away her tears, and asked questions. By the time she finished, she felt like a different person. Lighter, more relaxed, finally free.
“Thank you for telling us.” Ricky pulled her against his chest and played with her hair. “I’m so fucking sorry you went through that alone.”
“I’m not alone now. Thank you for listening.”
Tension seeped from her muscles, replaced by a drugging sense of peace. His hand continued its caress, his fingers running from roots to ends, over and over in hypnotic strokes.
Within minutes, she dozed off.
She woke sometime later, sprawled on her stomach with Ricky curled up against her side. The sun had set beyond the window, and sitting in a chair a few feet away, Martin watched her with an intensity that made her shiver.
He’d barely spoken a word since she’d started talking hours earlier. She knew he was compartmentalizing everything from the perspective of someone who had suffered at the hands of a pedophile.
Her heart ached for him. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m going to beat your ass.”
“Oh.” Her neck stiffened, and a tingle of heat flushed her skin. “Because I lied to you about leaving the room that night?”
“You lied to us, risked your life multiple times, and executed a dangerous plan that you deliberately prevented Ricky and me from weighing in on.”
“I was protecting you. If I told you that night what I witnessed and what I intended to do, what would you have done? Where would the three of us be sitting right now? It wouldn’t be here.”
His jaw flexed. “You could’ve died.”
“I didn’t.”
“Come here.”
Her heart skipped at the unbending tone in his voice, and she obeyed instantly, willfully, desperate to close the distance between them.
The bed shifted behind her with Ricky’s movement as she climbed off to stand before Martin. He unfolded his powerful frame from the chair, rising to his full, towering height.
The coils low in her belly thrummed to life. Breath drawn, blood circulating, she lifted on her toes, gripped his shoulders, and rested her brow against his.
“I fucking missed you.” The sublime heat in his words heightened the featherlight caress of his fingers as he slid them around her neck.
“Same. So much the same.” She savored the brush of his e
xhale against her lips and the vibration of his nearness humming across her skin.
An undivided moment of calm caught and held. Breaths fused. Promises issued without voice, and hands began to roam.
It was a slow perusal. The finger he trailed along the neckline of her tank top sought out her collarbone beneath. She traced the taut sinews in his neck and the lines of his whiskered jaw. He stroked the rise of her breast, and she raked her hands through his soft blond hair.
Every touch was a sacrament, every caress a solicitation for more. Through it all, they held an impenetrable stare, eating each other with their eyes, wanting, panting, the need in their bodies growing voracious.
Sliding her palms beneath his shirt and up his torso, she adored the twitching of chest muscles and the heart that beat within. He stripped off her top, and his arms folded around her back, drawing her in close and walking his fingers up and down her spine.
Her entire being shook, mourning the months they missed together and aching to release the tension that had built up during the painful separation.
He pulled his head back to regard her, his chin lifted and eyes drawn to her lips. She couldn’t formulate a thought beyond her desire for this man and the one closing in around her back.
Ricky’s hands slid over her, exploring her flesh where it greeted the satin of her bra. Then he and Martin touched her together, their movements unhurried yet earnest. The skimming of knuckles, the scrape of trimmed nails, the glide of warm palms—every stroke removed a piece of her clothing and sent shimmers of pleasure between her legs.
When she was finally nude, all the heat inside her had knotted into a bundle, her chest barely coping with the heave of her breaths. Her thighs trembled, and her skin burned and shivered. If they didn’t kiss her soon, her nerve endings were going to tear themselves apart.
How the floor beneath her feet vanished, she didn’t know. One moment she was standing between them, and the next she was on the bed, face down on Ricky’s chest with Martin bent over her back.
As Martin angled his face over her shoulder, she held her breath, ready for his kiss. But he bypassed her and slammed his mouth against Ricky’s.
Masculine tongues rolled together, the tips of their lips barely touching as they licked and grunted and rocked their hips with hers between.
They were a union of testosterone and passion housed in muscle and bone. Watching them kiss was a privilege. Witnessing the love they shared in their eye contact was a precious honor, and they were giving her this intentionally, wickedly teasing her and making her wait.
Their kissing was explosive yet intimate as they stared into each other’s eyes and murmured indiscernible words. Then those eyes turned to her.
Ricky grabbed her first, his tongue plunging past her lips. She was already gone, spinning with lust, and overcome by the protective feeling of them surrounding her. Broad frames, flexing legs, grinding hips, rock-hard strength… They wore their hunger in the tense lines of their perfect bodies.
Ricky took her mouth possessively, expertly as Martin licked a tingling path across her shoulder and along her neck, stripping her of all self-control.
Her nerve endings responded to his tongue, and her body answered his devotion with a rush of wet heat between her legs.
With a hand in her hair, Martin tore her mouth away from Ricky’s and joined it with his own. The deep intensity of his kiss detonated into a throbbing fire.
His fingers turned bruising, his lips punishing as he claimed her, destroyed her, and put her back together. He was so wild and consuming she had to tilt her head away to gulp down some air.
Then the heat of his body left her back. His hands grasped her knees, positioning them on either side of Ricky’s hips and forcing her ass upward.
With her chest pressed to Ricky’s, she swiveled her neck, bringing her gaze to Martin’s vibrant green eyes.
There was no warning in his expression before he slammed a hand against her bare backside. The impact drove a yelp from her throat and sweltering sting through her buttocks.
She stared down at Ricky, shocked, wheezing, and insanely turned on.
“So fucking hot.” His brown eyes pulsed around dilated pupils.
“Does he spank you like this?”
“Not enough.”
Martin struck her again. And again. And again. His searing blows landed on every inch of her quivering, red-hot flesh, from her hips to the backs of her thighs.
Then his mouth was there, licking the hurt and blowing tender breaths on the fire he’d ignited.
His lips moved lower, deeper, invading her soaked pussy and teasing her anus. He kissed her thoroughly while Ricky took her mouth, their tongues curling and laving her at both ends.
She whimpered against the stimulation, wobbling on boneless legs as she tried to maintain her straddled position over Ricky.
Martin reached between her thighs and tackled Ricky’s jeans. Ricky lifted just enough to tear off his shirt, his expression dazed with need.
Their movements grew frenzied, stripping clothes and scooting across the bed. The whole time, she stared into Ricky’s eyes, hovering over him and stealing kisses between his panting breaths.
“I need you.” She gripped the bulges of his biceps, her knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his trim waist. With her butt in the air, her pussy clenched uncontrollably, dripping, aching to take him in.
“Martin. Condom.” Ricky tipped his back, his eyes glued to hers as he gripped his cock between the spread of her thighs. “Hurry.”
“No condoms.” She held out a hand behind her, staying Martin. “Nothing between us. Whatever happens, happens. As long as we’re together.”
“Inside you bare?” Ricky stroked himself between her legs, pulling hard on his steely length as he moaned against her mouth. “God, yes, Tula. I’ve never had sex without a rubber.”
She glanced back at Martin, finding him gloriously nude and staring at the exposed wetness of her center. “You’re not on the pill.”
“No.”
He took his erection in hand, lazily rubbing from root to tip as he exchanged a look with Ricky.
In the next heartbeat, he was on her, mounting her backside and pushing inside her with a long, throaty growl. She felt him harden and throb against her inner walls, and holy fuck, it was incredible.
Ricky’s body began to shake beneath her as Martin fell into a fast, rhythmic thrust of hips. She collapsed against Ricky’s chest beneath the force of Martin’s storm, her pussy stretching and contracting around the delicious glide of his cock.
Ricky’s fist worked beneath her, and she caught it, slowing his strokes, grinding into him, and gasping at the friction of his hardness against her clit.
His neck went taut, straining in his desperation, his eyes never looking away. “Need inside you.”
“Not yet.” Martin curled a hand in her hair and slammed into her over and over, panting and grunting. “Swear to God, Ricky. You’re going to come the instant you’re inside her. She feels so fucking good. Hot and tight and creaming all over my dick.”
His growly words pushed her toward her tipping point. She shifted her hips, angling them higher to take more of him.
With a moan, he rammed his heaviness harder inside her, driving deeper, faster, hitting a crescendo. Then he leaned in and reached between her legs to join his hand with Ricky’s and hers around Ricky’s cock.
Together, they stroked him into a gasping furor of curse words.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Don’t come.” Martin set the pace of their hands, in sync with the sliding thrusts of his cock inside her.
“Give me your mouth, querida,” Ricky said.
She pressed her lips to his, willing to give him everything he demanded.
Ricky’s guttural sounds of need filled her mouth, and Martin stretched over her to join the kiss.
Their free hands roved her skin. Their bodies rose and fell against her, three tongues connecting, retr
eating, and uniting again as they lost our breaths together.
They took her heart with every touch, and in return, they gave her theirs. Happiness swelled so fully in her chest she wanted to scream with every ounce of breath that dwelled in her lungs.
The only thing that would make this better was if they were both moving inside her.
“Need you both.” She groaned into Ricky’s neck.
“Greedy girl.” Martin smacked her hard on the ass and pulled out of her pussy.
Before she caught her next breath, Ricky worked himself inside her.
“Oh, God!” He dug his fingers into her hips. “Feel that?”
“I feel you deep.” She wrapped her arms around his magnificent body that was so warm and strong as he unleashed his hunger. “So deep in places no one has ever been.”
He stared at her blearily, high on the pleasure, and she melted into his molten brown eyes.
Martin already had the lube and rubbed a cool smear of wetness between her ass cheeks.
Ricky’s hand slipped down her throat, danced around her collarbone, and settled into a possessive hold on her breast. Martin caressed her other tit as the head of his lubed dick found her rectum, rubbing a slow circle against the ring of muscle.
She gasped and arched into the pressure, and he went inside, gliding in inch by thick inch as her name fell from his mouth.
Sensations vibrated and throbbed through every pleasure point, causing her ass and pussy to clench around their beautiful cocks.
Martin grunted an agonized sound, and Ricky’s breath cut off. She sank her nails into Ricky’s shoulders and turned her head, shifting her gaze between theirs, holding that contact, her entire world.
Then they moved, pushing and pulling her against them as she pressed into their thrusts.
The warmth of their skin met hers, and three bodies morphed into a single being.
Three hearts without walls.
Fused into a single soul without bars.
Lost and found.
Locked up and freed.
Together, they became an unbroken forever.
Bogotá, Colombia
