by Mia Ashlinn
Jaycee’s cunt heated, and her juices boiled over. Moisture leaked from between her labia, dampening her panties and trickling down her leg. She bit back a scream as her hips involuntarily gyrated between their two hard, luscious bodies.
Cade leaned down and kissed her neck, overwhelming her with emotion. It was so tender that her heart clenched. He made her feel so cherished, so adored.
Cade brushed his lips back and forth in a torturous motion. As the chills skittered down her spine, Jaycee felt him lightly nip. She wanted to scream in frustration. He was teasing her, tormenting her.
She growled, noisily, with aggression. She would love nothing more than to beg and plead but wouldn’t give Cade the gratification.
Bite me. Bite me. Bite me hard.
Jaycee longed for Cade to leave a mark. It might be a primitive desire, but she wanted the whole world to know she had been fucked by these men and fucked good.
What she wasn’t prepared for was Gray’s mouth lowering to the other side of her neck. He yanked her hair and granted both men even better access. Instead of kissing her, though, Gray bit her. Cade didn’t give her body time to respond to Gray before he bit her, too.
The delicious pain disappeared in a millisecond. Pleasure rushed over her, triggering another gush of moisture as her pussy spasmed. She moaned passionately.
Cade chuckled. “Gray, I think we are going to need to gag her before everything is said and done.”
Jaycee felt the surge of blood in her cheeks.
“I love that shade of pink on your face, sweetheart, but it’s a rose-colored ass I want to see,” Gray informed her coolly as if he were telling her about the weather.
“We’re ready,” Cade told Gray cryptically, talking over her head.
Cade infuriated her. They both did. “She is right here, and she wants—”
Her tirade came to a standstill when she realized her hands were bound. While she’d been distracted, he’d tied her wrists with what looked and felt like rope.
Jaycee wiggled and tugged the rope, but it was to no avail. Damn the man. Cade knew how to tie it so that she couldn’t get away. “You will pay for this, Cade McCoy.”
“I hope so, darlin’.” Cade paid more attention to the rope around her wrist than her. He inspected her binds, checking his handiwork. “I really hope so.”
His smugness really rankled. She futilely fought her captors for freedom. Unmoved, the men stood their ground.
“Fine,” Jaycee ground out as she gave up.
Gray didn’t speak to her. He disregarded her completely, which only made her need for revenge escalate. This part of the plan had been his, not Cade’s.
Cade intruded on Jaycee’s thoughts before she had a chance to plot all the best ways to murder Gray. “Okay, let’s go.” He grabbed her and hefted her over his shoulder, patting her ass as he set out for the truck.
For the first time, Jaycee got a good look at Gray’s truck and cursed. Even upside down, she saw the black Ford F-450 from the bar. She should’ve known they would own her dream truck.
Cade’s brisk gait ate up the distance faster than she anticipated. She pounded on his muscular legs with clenched fists, doing her best to ignore that her face was even with his flawlessly shaped, tight ass and failing miserably.
She wanted to take a bite out of his ass just as she would a nice, big, juicy apple. She salivated at the prospect and grew hungry. Feed me, baby.
A giggle bubbled up in the back of Jaycee’s throat, and she tried in vain to conceal it. Before she realized what was happening, she had stopped beating his ass to cover her mouth as hysterical laughter overcame her.
Cade snarled, firmly swatting her ass. “Darlin’, there isn’t anything funny about this situation.”
His brusque statement only heightened her amusement. “Oh yes, Cade. It’s very funny,” Jaycee managed between cackles. “Your ass reminds me of apples, and you know how much I adore apples.”
Gray snorted audibly.
Cade stopped dead in his tracks. “Gray, what in the hell is she talking about?”
When he responded, Gray’s voice was filled with mirth. “Buddy, I think she is complimenting you, in her own twisted way.”
Cade propelled himself forward at a near run, bouncing her up and down until she felt like an upside-down bobblehead.
The truck door opened, and Cade flipped Jaycee right-side up. The blood rushed away from her head, leaving her feeling drunk and disoriented. Before she could regain her bearings, Cade shoved her into the truck.
“Buckle her up,” Gray commanded from the driver’s side as he joined them inside the cab.
Cade wrenched the lap belt out of its holder and across her lower abdomen roughly, leaning across her to reach the buckle. Jaycee used his position to her advantage, angling herself to where she could inhale his masculine scent. His signature spicy aroma danced in her nose. She closed her eyes with a sappy smile plastered on her face and let his yummy smell intoxicate her.
“Just what we needed,” Gray commented, sounding extremely pissed off.
Jaycee’s eyes snapped open as Cade cursed. “Fuck.”
“Oh my God,” Jaycee yelped. Her three very burly, irritatingly overprotective brothers barreled toward them in their pickup truck at breakneck speed. This had disaster written all over it.
“It’s okay, Gray,” Cade soothed. “They’re our friends. It’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, right,” Gray replied sarcastically, reaching for something behind her. “Cade, I am not convinced Jared, Drew, or Randy are going to approve of us kidnapping their baby sister, friends or not.”
“I’m going to untie you. Do not make me regret it.” Gray unknotted the rope and thrust a flannel shirt at her. “Put this on, sweetheart.” Jaycee grabbed the shirt and threw it on gratefully. No woman wanted her brothers to see her bare breasts.
Her mind whirled, her heart raced, and her palms sweated. She wasn’t sure what she hoped would happen. Her mind screamed for her brothers to save her. Her body prayed that Gray and Cade could persuade them to not interfere. Her heart was trapped somewhere in between.
“They would do the same thing with Shannon if they had half the chance.” Cade spoke, rationally and calmly, in an even tone.
“All is fair in love and war, excluding a man’s sister,” Gray informed Cade wryly.
Jaycee remained silent with her hands folded in her lap, not wanting to provoke or interfere.
“I’m not worried. We can take them.” Cade sounded far too enthusiastic about the prospect of beating up her brothers.
“Idiots,” she muttered under her breath, hoping neither man heard her.
Jaycee’s hopes died when Gray shot her a truly sinister smile. “Sweetheart, you are going to pay for that comment later.”
“A girl can dream,” she retorted tartly.
Gray reached toward her, his thumb stroking her bottom lip and promised, “Not a dream, a fact.”
Jaycee shrugged nonchalantly, as though she couldn’t care less if he punished her or not, but mentally she crossed her fingers and her toes.
“Come on, Cade,” Gray instructed.
Both men hopped out of the truck and slammed the doors behind them. Gray flung the door open only a second after it shut. “Sweetheart, you keep your ass glued to that seat. If you get out of this truck for any reason, you will pay dearly. Got me?”
Crossing her arms indignantly, Jaycee nodded.
Gray closed the door without slamming it this time.
Jaycee wanted to laugh out loud. Did he really think she would sit in the truck like a good puppy? Was he going to bring her a freaking dog biscuit and pat her on the head when he came back? Seriously? The man had to be insane. When her chance came, she would be out of this truck in a flash. She wasn’t entirely certain what she would be doing, but she would do something.
She unclipped the seat belt then slid over to the passenger side and grasped the door handle. She would know exactly what to do when the ti
me arrived. For the moment, there was nothing left to do except wait.
Chapter 9
Gray marched away from the truck, fully aware that Jaycee wouldn’t remain there for long. He had to convince her brothers that this plan they’d hatched would work, pronto.
Jaycee thought that she had him fooled, that her act had worked. Her naïveté astounded him sometimes. He knew that little girl better than he knew himself.
With a squeal of tires, Jaycee’s brothers’ truck ground to halt a few feet away from Gray and Cade.
Like the impatient bastards they were, all three jumped out of the truck before the dust and rocks could settle back down on the asphalt.
Jaycee’s eldest brother, Jared, spoke first. “For both of your sakes, I hope we were misinformed about your little scheme to win back our sister. I would hate to maim, castrate, and dismember two friends.”
“Hell, I wouldn’t hate to beat the shit out of them,” Randy interjected with a frown. “I would take great pleasure in it.”
Drew glowered in menacing silence.
Gray decided it would be best to ignore the two youngest of the triplets. Appealing to Jared was the most rational thing to do. “Jared, we want your sister back. Don’t make this any more difficult than it already is.”
Jared’s jaw clenched and his nostrils flared.
Gray knew that look. If he didn’t do something, fists were going to fly in the next few minutes. He was going to have to take a gamble. “What would you do if it was Shannon?”
Gray expected the first punch to be thrown at this point in the strained verbal exchange. When no one attacked, he proceeded cautiously. “If Jaycee wasn’t your sister, would you be acting like this?”
Gray paused and let those words sink in before going in for the kill. “See, I don’t think so. I think you would be in the thick of things, plotting and planning along with us, Katie-Anne, and Shannon. Hell, I figure you would be in the middle of this just to be near Shannon.”
Drew and Randy’s eyes grew stormy. Both men wore identical expressions of rage mixed with fury and violence. All they waited for was Jared’s go-ahead, and they would attack with a vengeance.
Despite his brothers’ feverishness, Jared hesitated. He watched Gray and Cade carefully with his eagle eyes, seeming to be mulling things over in his mind. Gray could practically hear the gears turning in Jared’s head.
Gray held his breath, forcing himself to maintain eye contact when he wanted desperately to check on Jaycee. He knew now was not the time, but old habits died hard.
“So, boys, what’s the verdict? Are we going to be girls and air out our secrets? Or are we going to rumble?” Cade asked playfully in a far-too-transparent attempt to diffuse some of the tension.
Gray had the urge to send Cade a dirty look, but fought it off. There was already too much discord present in the situation. He didn’t need to add any more testosterone. Gray would make sure to discuss it with Cade at a later, more opportune time.
“I have one question for you two. Why now? She’s been suffering and alone in this godforsaken town for three years. All of a sudden, you want her back and she’s supposed to fall at your fucking feet? I don’t think so. Give me one good reason why we shouldn’t kick your asses.”
Before an appropriate response could form in Gray’s mind, Cade burst out, “You know why—”
Gray tried to cut Cade off, but Drew beat him to it. “We want to hear it from him.” Drew pointed at Gray. “If he can admit what we all know, then we’ll be sure you two can win over Jaycee and make her happy. That’s all we want.”
All eyes turned on Gray, making his head hurt. He knew he had one shot at giving them the answer they all apparently wanted, Cade included. Well, fine. “I fucked up. Okay? I didn’t give her what she needed because I couldn’t let go of my own shitty past. I drove her away then hid my head in the sand until I was suffocating without her. Cade and I need Jaycee. We’re not complete without her. Satisfied?”
“Yeah, boys, are you satisfied?” Cade asked in overly exaggerated petulance. “I am getting awfully tired of this girlie shit. You’re making me want to take a leak out in the wide open, have a spitting contest, and chew some tobacco—in no particular order.” Cade shuddered theatrically. “Do you know how much I hate tobacco?”
“Yep,” Randy agreed. “Very satisfied. The only way I would be more satisfied is if I had Shannon between my legs with my dick shoved down her throat.”
Drew and Jared groaned at the same time, followed by cursing. Fuck and Goddamn it were distinctly heard by Gray, but he couldn’t determine which brother said what.
Cade genuinely shuddered this time. “Did you have to go there, Randy? I mean, she’s…well, she’s Shannon. I don’t even want to think about you and Shannon. Or them”—Cade gestured toward Drew and Jared—“and Shannon.”
Randy shrugged indifferently, answering, “Hell, you asked me. I just answered with the God’s honest truth.”
Cade glared at Randy and taunted, “Do you want to have a friendly chat about Jaycee with Gray and me?” He stopped as if he was waiting for an answer but didn’t give anyone time to respond. “Nope, I didn’t think so.”
Gray knew that he and Jared had to get everything back on track. Otherwise, Randy and Cade would be useless. They didn’t have much time before Jaycee would inevitably stick her nose into the situation.
Gray directed a pointed look at Jared that conveyed his thoughts and placed his hand on Cade’s muscular back.
“Boys, boys, boys.” Jared spoke slowly, shaking his head. “We have some plotting and planning to do before Jaycee jumps out of the truck and mows all of us over like she is dying to do. I can see her bouncing in her seat from here.” Jared pointed at the truck with a condescending smirk and waved.
The five men crowded around in a huddle, bent their heads, and discussed plans for taking down one pint-size blonde beauty.
* * * *
The pint-size blonde beauty was about to spontaneously combust.
Her brothers and her men were huddled up. She didn’t think that boded well for her. Obviously, Gray and Cade had won over her brothers. Damn men always stuck together.
Well, fine. If they wanted to play five against one, Jaycee needed to get her ass over there and protect herself. The odds weren’t in her favor, but when had that ever stopped her?
Jaycee got out of the truck, not shutting the door. If she could be quiet enough, she might be able to sneak up on them.
She breathed and moved as stealthily as possible, making it more than halfway to the men without incident. She only had a few more steps, and she would have them.
“Hey, Jaycee! Don’t forget your rent is due today,” Mrs. Ellis, her bitchy landlady, called out shrilly at the top of her lungs.
Jaycee cringed. The obnoxious lady’s high-pitched reminder for the stupid rent money she had forgotten about was bad enough, but the five men who were now giving her their undivided attention was icing on the cake. Kill me now.
Oh, yeah, karma is a bitch, and she had it out for Jaycee.
“Thanks, Mrs. Ellis. I’ll get it to you tonight,” Jaycee said as calmly as she could. With three brothers and two male best friends, she’d learned long ago the only way to survive testosterone overload was to appear uncaring and unaffected. If they’d taught her anything, they’d taught her how to defend herself even when the odds were stacked against her.
She waved at Mrs. Ellis and prayed the old biddy went back inside her apartment. When Mrs. Ellis did that very thing, Jaycee sighed. One down, five to go.
Chapter 10
Jaycee approached the cluster of men next to the pickup truck with as much poise as she could summon considering her heart hammered heavily inside her chest cavity at a pace that made breathing strenuous. They didn’t need to know she was scared.
The next few minutes would forever alter the course of Jaycee’s life. She was going to make a decision she wasn’t ready to make, guided by her heart and a cheesy
-named pseudo-psychic’s prediction.
If Jaycee went with Gray and Cade right now, she would seal her fate. She could tell herself a million times it would be temporary, but it wouldn’t be. She would never give them her body and turn away again.
“Well, hi there, boys,” Jaycee greeted disrespectfully. “You look like you’re thinking awfully hard about something. I would hate for your tiny brains to go kaboom. It would be dreadfully messy to clean up, and I’m not in the mood to clean.”
Five pairs of eyes narrowed on her. Three blue sets in irritation, one green set in suspicion, and a brown set in disapproval.
Playing the innocent-girl card, she asked, “What? Was it something I said?”
Cade snorted in patent disbelief then shook his head with a knowing chuckle. Jaycee wanted to stomp her feet. The damn man read her better than an open book.
“Jaycee Elizabeth,” Gray said warningly as he crossed his arms.
The triplets laughed—at her expense.
Jaycee huffed and pushed her hair back out of her face so she could see the men without visual obstructions. As she watched, her brothers lazily sauntered over to her men, clapped each of them on the back, and spoke in hushed tones she couldn’t quite make out.
“Hello! I am standing right here,” Jaycee spat with her hands fisted on her hips so that she could coldcock the one closest to her at a moment’s notice, if warranted.
Her brothers treated her to another round of unrestrained laughter.
“She’s all yours, my friends,” Jared told Gray and Cade as if she were some object her oldest brother handed down to them. “We wish you lots of luck. A word of advice…hide your ammunition.”
Cade grinned with a cockiness reserved for the rich, the famous, and the fuckable. He had the look down pat. Of course, he did meet the rich and fuckable criteria. “Already done. We know our girl.”
Gray glared at her, his eyes never straying. He managed a mumbled thanks to her brothers, who moved away and headed toward their truck.
“Hey,” Jaycee hollered, “where do you think you’re going? I don’t really want to be left alone with Dumb and Dumber.”
