by Leah Brooke
Stormy’s cry of distress and Caleb’s low curse told Lucas he didn’t have long.
His own cock already leaked moisture, and saw no need to torture himself any longer.
After rolling on the condom, he turned off the vibrator and pulled it free, promising himself he’d take the time to play in the very near future.
For now, it was all about need, and showing her that she could handle the three of them, and they could handle her.
After lubing his cock, he got to his knees in front of his chair and poised his cock at her puckered opening. “One day soon I’m gonna take that pussy, but for now…” He began to press into her, knowing that it would be even tighter with her pussy filled with Caleb’s cock.
“I know you’re nervous, but you know that none of us will do anything to hurt you. It’s gonna be real tight, baby. Don’t tighten up.”
Lucas pressed forward. “Yeah. Oh. Your ass is so damned tight.”
Lucas flattened a hand on her back, smiling at her almost continuous moans. “I know. It’s tight. Just feel, Stormy. I won’t hurt you, but it’s going inside you. Nothing short of using your safe word will stop me.”
Caleb groaned, matching Lucas’s slow strokes with his own. “Knowing that she’s all ours makes it a hell of a lot more intense, doesn’t it?”
Lucas leaned forward and continued to fuck her ass with slow, increasingly deeper strokes. “It sure as hell does. Yeah, that’s it, baby. Lift into it. Take it deeper.”
Stormy moaned again, the sensation of being filled everywhere overwhelming her.
The clips on her nipples swayed with every movement, the tugs to her sensitized nipples unrelenting.
Their hands roamed over her, telling her without words that what they did to her meant more than just sex.
Letting her eyes flutter closed, she focused on sucking Devlin’s cock and on the stunning pleasure.
Pressing on her lower back, Lucas held her in place and continued to thrust into her, each stroke of his cock taking him deeper.
Caleb moved beneath her, withdrawing slightly when Lucas advanced, and surging into her again when Lucas eased back.
Stormy’s cries sounded ragged to her own ears, and when the hands in her hair tightened, she moved her mouth faster on Devlin’s cock, thrilling when he groaned and came in her mouth.
Swallowing, she moaned at the taste of him, delighted that she’d managed to please him.
Feeling more confident, she groaned when he withdrew from her mouth and knelt beside her.
Kissing her temple, he continued to stroke her hair. “Hell, I couldn’t last. She’s too fucking good with that mouth.”
Caleb groaned and surged deep, cupping her cheek and bringing her attention to him. “I’m not gonna last much longer either.”
Stormy whimpered. “It’s too much. Dear God. I need to come.”
She cried out again when Devlin removed the clamps from her nipples, the feel of the blood rushing back into them nearly sending her over. “Please.”
Fire raced through her, licking at her everywhere.
Her pussy and ass clenched incessantly, making her inner walls burn even hotter.
She was so close to coming she could taste it, but her orgasm remained just out of reach.
Tears blurred her vision, making it impossible to see Caleb’s beloved features clearly.
His smile, though, and his tender voice penetrated the fog of hunger surrounding her. “Yes, baby. Ready, Lucas?”
Chills shot up and down her spine, a sharp contrast to the burning of her puckered opening being stretched. “Lucas! Oh God! It burns.”
“I know, baby. Your hot little ass is squeezing my cock.” His voice had deepened and had a razor-sharp edge that told her that it affected him just as much. “A little more, baby.”
“Yes! More.” Her breathing became harsher, every exhale coming out as a moan.
It felt so incredible, the heat more than she’d expected.
Her bottom struggled to adapt to the incredible fullness, while her pussy clenched repeatedly on Caleb’s cock.
Shivers raced through her, and as Lucas thrust deeper, the tingling feeling began deep inside her. “I’m coming!”
“I know, baby.” Lucas groaned, his hands clenching on her hips and slowly moving her on his cock. “Yes, baby. Ride it. No. You can’t have any more.”
He groaned, his cock pulsing inside her. “Yeah, keep milking my cock, baby. Christ.”
Stormy fought to take him deeper, sucking in a breath when she finally managed it, just as her orgasm crested. “Oh!”
“No.” Lucas eased her back. “You can’t take any more. That’s my girl. Keep coming for me.”
Caleb groaned, surging deep, and making her come again, her orgasm layering hotly over the first. “Oh, yeah. Fuck.”
When the pleasure finally waned, leaving her limp, exhausted, and more than a little embarrassed, she stiffened, unable to hold back a moan when Lucas eased his cock from her.
“I know, baby. There we go.” Sliding his arms under her, he lifted her against him, settling her against his chest. “That’s my girl.”
Caleb cursed. “Fuck you, Lucas.”
Stormy tried to lift her head but decided it would take too much effort. “Not a girl.”
Running his hands up and down her back, Lucas kissed her hair. “At least you didn’t say you aren’t mine.”
“Hell. I don’t know how to love.”
“We’ll teach you.”
She opened one eye to find all three of them watching her. “I’m trouble.”
Lucas smiled. “I think we can handle any trouble you get into—or dish out.”
“I’ve got a lot of baggage.”
Gripping her chin, Lucas lifted her face to his. “Do I look worried?”
Stormy sighed, smiling despite her determination not to. “You’re not going to give up, are you?”
Devlin’s lips touched her shoulder and then to her almost-healed wound. “Doesn’t look like it.” Wrapping his arms around her again, he lifted her from Lucas’s lap. “Come on. I’ll give you a bath.”
* * * *
Sitting back in the warm, fragrant water, Stormy watched Devlin sitting on the other side of the tub washing her feet while Caleb turned his attention from her back to her chest. Looking up when the shower door opened, she took a long look at Lucas, who stood naked and soaking wet.
“I think I could get used to this.”
Lucas reached for a towel, his eyes narrowing. “We’re gonna end up turning you into a spoiled brat if we’re not careful.”
Grinning, she eyed Devlin. “Do you paint toenails?”
Devlin lowered her foot and slid his hands higher to caress her calves. “No, but I eat pussy. I also want to fuck your brains out, but I think you’ve had enough for now, so be careful.”
She turned her head to look up at Caleb, gripping his forearm as he slid his fingertips back and forth over her belly. “I want to work.”
His brow went up. “So you’ve said. We can work it out.”
Smiling, she shook her head. “You three seem to have an answer for everything.”
“Your objections are pretty lame, Stormy. You agreed to a trial run, and we’re holding you to that.” Getting to his feet, he reached for a towel and held it out. “Come on. Let’s get you dried and dressed. You barely touched your breakfast.”
With Devlin’s help, she got to her feet and stepped out, wrapping her arms around Caleb’s neck as he wrapped the towel around her. “I can’t cook.”
Chuckling, Caleb hugged her close. “Neither can Lucas. You two get to do the dishes.”
The emotion she’d been desperately struggling to hold back suddenly broke free as a sob. “Damn it!”
Burying her face against Caleb’s neck, she breathed him in and started crying in earnest.
Caleb stiffened, lifting her against his chest, sitting on the edge of the tub and cradling her on his lap. “Hey! What’s this?” Holdin
g her close, he rocked her, cupping the back of her head. “Please don’t cry. Please, baby. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“You made me love you, damn it!”
He stilled again, easing her back to look at her, his smile so beautiful it made her chest hurt. “You love me?”
Scrambling from his lap, she smacked him, but the idiot didn’t even seem to notice. Glancing at Devlin and Lucas, who both stood frozen in place, nearly identical looks of disbelief on their faces, she sucked in a breath, the depth of her feelings stunning her. “Christ. I love all of you. I can’t love all of you. Love makes a woman too fucking vulnerable.”
She stiffened when Caleb stood and all three of them took a step closer. Holding out a hand, she backed away. “No. Don’t come near me. Shit! I swore I would never do this.”
Devlin moved closer, taking her outstretched hand in his. “Swore you would never do what, baby?”
“Fall in love. Oh, hell. I’m fucked.”
Devlin grinned. “Not yet, darlin’, but you’re about to be.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Caleb couldn’t stop grinning, and as Lucas and Devlin pulled into the driveway with two new SUVs, he rushed to the door anxious to see Stormy again.
They’d been gone for hours, and he’d missed the hell out of her.
Ever since the previous night, he and the others had tried to downplay her admission in an effort to ease her fear of intimacy, but none of them had been able to keep their hands or eyes off of her.
Rushing out, he barely glanced at their new vehicles, frowning when he didn’t see Stormy. “Where’s Stormy?”
Lucas stilled. “What the hell do you mean, where’s Stormy? She’s supposed to be here with you!”
Devlin rushed forward, gripping his arm. “She told me that she was taking a shower with you.”
Caleb’s stomach clenched. “She’d already finished her shower when I went in, and she told me she had to hurry up to go with the two of you. She said she wanted to look for a new car for herself.”
“We already ordered it.” Pulling out his cell phone, Lucas cursed as he dialed. “Christ, she’s been missing for hours. Why the hell did she leave? I’m calling Logan.”
Caleb’s cell phone rang, his stomach knotting even more when he saw that the call came from Rafe. Looking from the panicked expressions of his friends, he answered, putting it on speaker. “Rafe? What’s wrong?”
“Calm down. I just wanted you to know that Ricci’s sister bailed him out.”
“What? How the hell did she get out of jail?”
Rafe blew out a breath, his anger obvious. “We just found out that they never caught her. She was gone when they found Stormy’s roommate. There was another woman arrested, and she told them that her name was Eliza Ricci. They never called us when they figured out they had the wrong woman. Ace is livid.”
“Oh hell.” Caleb listened to Lucas’s call going to voicemail with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Stormy’s gone.”
“What? Where the hell is she?”
“The tracker.” Lucas ran inside, with both Caleb and Devlin on his heels.
Caleb braced himself against the table, his hands shaking. “We’ve got a tracker on her, but Logan isn’t answering his phone.”
Devlin pulled out his own phone. “I’ll keep trying.”
Caleb had almost given up, expecting Logan’s phone to go to voicemail again, stilling when Logan answered.
“Devlin?”
“Logan!” Devlin paled. “Where are you? Where’s Stormy? What the hell’s going on?”
Logan groaned. “I think someone took her. Fuck. She’s gone.” Sounding disoriented, Logan groaned again. “She called me this morning. Wanted to talk. Told her that her apartment was destroyed when they took Kathy. She wanted me to take her to Tulsa to buy some clothes. They ambushed us, Devlin. She told me that she loves you. I hope to hell you love her.”
Devlin sucked in a breath. “We do. Are you okay?”
“They hit me over the head. Knocked me out. Took her. Ambulance is here now. Find her. Please.”
Logan’s voice broke, and the connection was lost.
Rafe cursed. “I heard everything. Linc’s going to find Logan. Any idea where we can find Stormy?”
Lucas grabbed the laptop and started out. “On the move. She’s on the road heading east out of Tulsa.”
“You got a tracker on her?” Rafe’s voice held a hint of excitement and relief.
Caleb and Devlin grabbed their equipment bags as they ran out after Lucas. “Of course. We’re on our way out of town now.”
“We’ll follow.”
Caleb could only guess who Rafe referred to but didn’t much care.
The three of them were more than capable of rescuing their runaway woman on their own.
* * * *
Rafe hung up and turned as Ace strode through the door, slamming it behind him.
Wanting to catch Lucas, Devlin, and Caleb, Rafe didn’t waste any time. “Stormy’s been kidnapped. She was with Logan. He’s on his way to the hospital. Lucas, Devlin, and Caleb have a tracker on Stormy, and they’re going after her.”
Ace actually paled. “And you couldn’t stop them?”
Rafe grabbed his hat. “Didn’t try. Do you really think anyone could stop them?”
Rushing back out the door beside Rafe, Ace clenched his jaw. “They’re emotionally involved. Christ, they’re gonna kill people.”
* * * *
Stormy woke gradually, trying to remember where she was.
The heat hit her first, and she kicked her feet to get rid of the blanket. “Christ, sleeping between two of you is like sleeping with a heater.”
No blanket covered her, and when she reached out, instead of finding warm, muscular bodies, she felt metal.
“What the hell?”
She sat up, alarmed at the dizziness and awful taste in her mouth.
Suddenly, she remembered.
Chloroform.
After Dominic Ricci hit Logan over the head with the butt of a pistol, they’d grabbed her, the hand covering her face holding a chloroform-soaked cloth.
It took several minutes, but she soon realized that she was in the trailer of an eighteen-wheeler.
Not until she tried to stand did she realize that her ankle had been chained to the floor.
The faint sliver of light coming in from between the back doors didn’t allow her to see much, but she could see that the trailer was empty.
She smelled dirt, felt it in the air, and had the feeling that their slow travel had a lot to do with travelling over back roads.
She clumsily rose to her feet, fighting dizziness and nausea, looking around again in the hope of finding something she could use to pry herself free.
As she stood, the heavy chain settled around her ankle, reminding her of the chain on her other ankle.
Their chain.
A chain that held a tracker.
They would find her, and when they did, they would be furious.
When the truck hit a bump, she went sprawling, tears burning her eyes as she thought of Logan.
“God, please keep him safe. Keep them all safe.”
She sat up again, bracing herself against the side of the trailer, a strange calm coming over her.
She knew they would come for her. She knew it as well as she knew her own name.
They loved her.
They hadn’t said it, but she knew deep down it was because they knew she wasn’t ready to hear it.
But they did.
It was in their eyes.
In their touch.
In the way they held her. Worried about her.
Cared for her.
She smiled to herself as she imagined Lucas beating the hell out of Ricci.
She must have dozed because she woke when they hit another bump in the road.
She tried to sit up again but decided that it was more important to conserve her strength.
She didn’t ha
ve much of it left.
Soaked with her own sweat, she wiped a hand over her face, grimacing at the wet grittiness.
A sound from the back doors drew her attention, and turning her head, she watched with a strange detachment as the doors opened and a figure, dressed entirely in black, appeared.
She blinked at the blinding sunlight, struggling to a sitting position, very much afraid that her mind had begun to play tricks on her.
“Stormy!”
Devlin’s voice had to be the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard.
Holding on to the cable attached at his waist, he held out a hand to her. “Come here, baby.”
“I’m chained.”
Surprised that her voice came out so low and weak, Stormy gestured toward the chain.
Devlin understood immediately, speaking in low tones to someone, probably through the earpieces they’d used the night of the fire.
Unhooking himself from the cable attached to his waist, he reached into one of the many pockets in his vest and crossed the distance between them. Crouching in front of her, he used some kind of bolt cutters to free her. “We’re here, baby. You’re safe now.”
“Still moving.”
“Not for long.” He pulled a belt free, one that had been wrapped around his neck and went under his arm, crossing his chest.
As he wrapped it around her waist and secured it, she realized that she hadn’t seen it because it, too, was black.
Wrapping an arm around her, he lifted her against him, attaching her belt to his with a hook she didn’t see. “I’ve got you. Just hang on to me the best you can.”
He went to the back door again, and to her surprise, a black SUV followed.
Fearing they would be shot at any moment, she cried out, but Devlin rubbed her arm. “Easy, baby. That’s Caleb.”
She closed her burning eyes to slits, realizing that dirt and sweat must have gotten into them. “I can’t see!”
“Just trust me, baby. We’re gonna jump.”
