He glanced at Preston. “You got one hidden in the back?”
“Don’t I wish.”
They kept quiet for the remainder of the drive. Talking would only rile them up. When they got to the last turnoff, Preston cut the engine and maneuvered the vehicle around for a faster escape.
“Good thinking.”
“Let’s hope we don’t need it.” Preston’s phone rang again. “It’s Justin. Yeah?…You sure?…Thanks.”
He faced Luke and smirked. “We got the bastards. Her phone’s in the cabin. Guess they didn’t know about the GPS feature.”
He tamped down his relief. Only when he had Chelsea in his arms would he rejoice. “What’s Justin’s ETA?”
“Too long for me. I think we should chance it. I doubt Dave or Phil will be expecting anyone.”
They both exited the car, and he followed Preston up the path toward the house. The air turned the hairs in his nose to ice. Luke pointed to the recent tire tracks cut into the snow. Clearly, someone had been there.
When the cabin came into view, Luke motioned he’d go east while Preston should take the west side. Their intent was to circle around back and check the windows before confronting whoever was inside.
After making certain their cell phones were turned to vibrate, they began their circuitous path to find the woman they loved.
Luke dashed from one tree to the next until he made it to the back of the house. His breath formed a cloud in the air, which would be easy to see if anyone were looking. When no alarm sounded, he slammed his back against the back wall of the cabin. Preston kept a lower stance as he sprinted across a more exposed area. With both hopefully hidden from view, they slid toward each other.
The cabin had three windows that faced the back, but no doorway. He motioned they take the window nearest each of them. The first window on his side was an empty bedroom with the bed unmade. There was no sign of Chelsea. He looked up, and Preston’s thumb pointed upward. His heart pounded, but the fact his brother didn’t smile turned his stomach to mush.
Ducking, he dashed across the back and peered in Preston’s window. In the far corner, Chelsea was on the floor slumped forward. Her feet were bound. Fists clenched, he wanted to rush in and confront the bastards.
Preston moved closer. “I’ll go to the front and distract them. You break the window and get her out. Give me ninety seconds before you try the escape.”
He nodded. The moment Preston disappeared around the side, Luke dug through the snow for something hard. Six inches down, he hit a rock. Perfect.
Footsteps pounded on the front steps and a shout sounded from inside. With the kidnappers distracted, he smashed the window, reached in, and unlashed the sash. Chelsea glanced up.
With a finger to his lips, he lifted the window and climbed in. Adrenaline flooded his system. He wanted to run to her, hug her, and kiss her, but they couldn’t afford the time. He smiled to let her know she’d be safe.
More shouts sounded in the room. Luke wanted to pick her up and haul her out the window, but instead held up a finger and stood behind the door waiting for someone to barge in.
Chelsea mouthed, “Untie me.”
He wanted to, but he had to take care of the kidnappers first. The bedroom door burst open, and a stocky man rushed in and glanced toward Chelsea. Luke stepped from behind the door, collared him, and yanked hard. A knee to the back and a twist to the man’s neck caused the opponent to drop like a stone tossed off a cliff.
In the other room, Preston was duking it out with a taller man. Luke crept up behind the kidnapper and put a stranglehold on him. The man grabbed Luke’s hands, but with the victim’s stomach exposed, Preston took his best punch. The man groaned and his knees weakened. Luke let go and the guy stumbled backward. The moment Preston moved in, Luke rushed back to Chelsea.
The man in her room was still prone, apparently out cold.
“Are you okay?” His throat had dried.
“Yes.”
With his pocketknife, he cut the ties that bound her. The moment she was free, he pulled her to his chest.
“Darlin’, I was so scared.”
She sniffled, and tears flowed down her cheeks. “You? I was scared, too. Those were Ross’s brothers.”
“I know. Did they hurt you?”
“Only from the ropes.”
The relief caused his muscles to nearly give out, but he managed to stand and help her up. Footsteps sounded on the porch, followed by shouts that the sheriff’s department had arrived.
“The cavalry’s here.”
“That sounds like Tom and Justin.”
“It is.”
“How did you find me?”
“Let’s get you out of here, and we’ll tell you the whole story.”
“Sounds good.” She shivered. Luke stepped over to the bed, pulled off the blanket, and draped it over her shoulders.
“We’re never letting you out of our sight again.”
* * * *
“I don’t need to stay in bed.” Chelsea had already had a hot shower and eaten a meal both men had prepared. “I’m good, and I’m sure whoever is cooking downstairs would like to go home sometime.” She’d felt guilty enough that the old man had to cover for her all day yesterday as well as today.
Preston slid down on the bed. “You need to rest after your ordeal.”
“It’s not even 5:00 p.m., and I should see my brothers. I know they’re worried.”
“They’re fine. Vicki’s with them.”
Maybe they were better off. Vicki would fuss over them, and she’d already spoken with Clint when he called to check on her. He said Sanford’s fever had gone down. He, too, had insisted she stay with Luke and Preston for a few days until they were sure there would be no more threats on her life. After all, there was still one more Scanlon brother who’d suspiciously left town, but she bet their insistence might be an excuse to be with Vicki.
“Fine, but I’m not even tired.”
“How about if Luke and I cuddle next to you. I’ll rub your back to help you sleep.”
She liked the cuddle part, but she had no intention of sleeping. “Okay.”
“Hey, Luke,” Preston shouted.
“Yeah?”
“Bring in the lotion, will ya?”
A moment later, Luke came in with a tall bottle. He smiled. “We ordered some special cream off the Internet.”
Her men were too considerate.
“Let me turn up the heat,” Preston said. “We don’t want you to get chilled while we rub you down.”
“Sounds wonderful.” No man had ever been more considerate.
Luke placed a knee on the bed. “We need to get you out of those clothes, darlin’.”
That worked for her. She was already barefoot, but as soon as she unbuttoned her jeans, Luke’s hands stopped her. “Let me.”
She wasn’t going to argue. When she’d been tied to the wall in that terrible cabin, what kept her going was thinking about her two men making love to her.
He tugged off her jeans and ran his hands up her legs. “Let’s keep the top on for a moment until the heat kicks in.”
She expected him to drag off her panties, but instead, he squirted the lotion in his hands and began his massage on her feet. His thumbs pressed into her tender soles, and she moaned.
Preston came back in from resetting the thermostat. “You started without me.”
She laughed. “There’s plenty to go around.”
He got some lotion, lifted her shirt, and rubbed her stomach. The cool lotion startled her a bit. “It’s cold.”
“I’ll do something about that.” Preston rubbed and rubbed until his heated hands warmed her. When his fingers traveled upward, he contacted her bra. His brows furrowed. “I think we need a new rule in the house. No bras when upstairs.”
She smiled. “You got it, but on one condition.” She didn’t wait for them to ask what it was. “How about you both go shirtless? That way we both get some eye candy.”
Preston looked to Luke and shrugged. “I think we can accommodate you.” With that, they both took off their flannel shirts.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
Preston removed her top and lowered the straps on her bra. He rubbed more cream into her shoulders before applying the cool lotion on the top of her breasts.
“I’m thinking I need to taste these ladies first to see if they even need softening.”
She’d heard come-on lines before, but this might be a first. “Go ahead.”
He dragged his lips between her tits before shoving the cup out of the way and capturing the tip with his mouth. The instant shock made her pussy wet. Oh, how she wanted her men. Her back arched just as Luke’s fingers reached the top of her thigh. Distracted, she diverted her attention to what he was doing. He slipped his finger between her warm folds. She gasped.
“You like that, darlin’?”
“Dumb question.”
“I guess so, since your pussy is dripping for me.” He slid down the red lace panties she’d put on just for them, and his mouth latched onto her opening.
Preston increased his teasing by licking and biting her hardened nipples, almost as if they were competing for her attention. Her mind couldn’t separate the sensations. It was too much, too fast.
She gripped the spread. “Hold it.”
They both stopped and looked up. “What is it?”
“Every time I’m in bed with one of you, you always want to take care of me, but there’s something I’m not getting.”
Their brows furrowed. “What’s that, darlin’? All we’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy.”
“I want to touch you without you touching me back.”
“That will be pure torture,” Preston said.
She grinned. “Precisely.”
When they didn’t respond, she thought they’d turn her down.
“Where do you want us?”
Yes!
“First I want to strip both of you.” She looked at Luke. “You first.” She patted the bed. “Foot, please.”
With some effort, she got off his boots and socks. Taking her time around his waistband, she eventually unbuttoned his jeans, but not before she licked his flat nipples.
“You’re killing me, darlin’.”
She laughed. “I haven’t even begun. You should just be lucky there’s no icing up here or I’d have to smear it on your body and lick it off.”
That got a groan. “I’m hoping I still get that hot tongue of yours on my cock.”
“Oh, yeah, but you’ll have to wait.” This was going to be fun. “Stand.”
Luke obliged, and she pulled down his pants. Apparently, boxers weren’t part of his attire today, and his big cock popped out, all nice and hard.
She was about to take ahold of him when he grabbed his cock and lowered the head. He stepped forward and dragged it down her stomach.
She backed up. “No touching. You’ll get your turn.”
She picked up the bottle of lotion, put some on her palm, and dragged her hands down his chest, making sure to give an extra rub to his nipples with her thumbs. Going lower, she took her time moving up and down his fabulous abs, enjoying the ridges and valleys of his flesh. But if she was going to last, she couldn’t spend all of her time exploring his glorious body.
“Sit and move back on the bed.” Now for the torture.
Chapter Twelve
Preston moved over, apparently understanding what she had in mind for his brother. If the lotion had been edible, Chelsea would have smeared it on Luke’s cock. Instead, she got on her knees, bent over, and teased the tip of his cock with her tongue.
Luke grabbed her shoulders and squeezed. “Easy there. I’m like an active volcano today.”
Wasn’t he every day? Not put off by his warning, she took hold of his cock with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. As she slid her mouth downward, encompassing most of him, she rolled his balls.
The intake of his breath urged her on. Wanting to get a better angle, she sat up. “Can you kneel before me?”
“Anything.” His voice cracked.
Hiding her smile, she lowered her head, grabbed his ass, and plunged down onto his cock. She wanted to swallow him whole, but he was too damn big. Sliding his throbbing member in and out of her mouth, his moans grew, exciting her more.
She lowered one hand to cup him again, when Preston dipped a finger into her pussy. She rose. “Preston, that’s not fair.”
He turned her around. “What’s not fair is you ignoring me. There is no way I can sit here and watch that sweet ass of yours sway and wiggle and not want to make love to you.”
“You’ll get your turn.”
With her facing Preston, Luke managed to slip off the bed. “Where are you going?”
“Undress Preston. I need to get something.”
She could guess what he needed, so she went along with his request, but first she needed to taste Preston’s glorious lips. “Come here.” Each of the brothers was unique, but alike at the same time.
She scooted closer as he leaned forward. She dragged her hands down Preston’s face, opened her mouth, and pulled him toward her. When their lips met, it was like fireworks exploding inside her. He tasted like the spicy sauce he’d served over the chicken. Carnal need blasted her, the need to touch him intense.
Digging her nails into his skin, she dragged her fingers down his back, careful not to leave any marks. His muscles flexed under her touch and she pressed him closer, desiring more contact.
The bed dipped behind her. The second she heard the squeak of the lid opening, her pussy gushed fluids. She’d finally get to experience both men at the same time despite knowing taking both cocks would be a tight fit.
Luke leaned forward, his nose against her hair. “I hope you want me as much as I want you, darlin’.”
Her mouth went dry. “Yes.”
The two brothers must be telepathic, for the moment Luke found her tight hole in her rear, Preston discovered her pussy. The simultaneous stimulation nearly lifted her off the bed. Her exploration of Preston’s mouth was momentarily forgotten.
Luke’s second finger joined the first. She tried to relax those muscles, desperately wanting to take in all of him. Preston crooked his finger and rubbed her most sensitive spot, brushing her clit along the way.
“I need you both, now.” She didn’t know why she asked. They’d told her to be patient, that they wanted to make love to her slowly, but sometimes her needs overpowered her so much, she couldn’t think.
They didn’t verbally respond. She’d been about to beg again when Preston’s lips captured hers, making her forget everything but his warm, supple lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with every ounce of love in her body.
Luke trailed kisses down her back while he used his free hand to massage her ass. So relaxed, she pressed down on his fingers to get more of him.
“I think she’s almost ready, Preston.”
Preston’s thumb and forefinger captured her nipples and squeezed.
“Oh. God, yes I’m ready.”
“Lean over, darlin’, on your hands.”
Before she had the chance, Preston dropped down on the bed and pulled her to him. With her ass in the air, Luke moved closer and nudged his cock against her puckered hole. With steady pressure, he eased in the head past the tight muscles. My God, his fingers didn’t come close to being the same size as his cock. Getting in took some doing, despite the lube easing the way.
“Relax those sweet cheeks.” He lightly slapped her butt, and she tried to do as he asked, but with each push, her body wanted to contract around him.
Probably to distract her, Preston held her up by her ribcage and nibbled on her tit, drawing the tip into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the hardened crest. Her fingers wove through his hair. As she leaned over to kiss his eyes and his nose, Luke dove in, filling her to the near breaking point.
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�s too big.”
“Easy.” Luke massaged her behind. “I’m going stay here a moment to let you get used to me, and then I’m going to pull you back so you’re sitting on me.”
While she tried to adjust to his huge cock in her rear, Preston continued his assault on her lips. When she finally relaxed the muscles in her rear, he pulled on her hips and tilted her back. His cock drove up her ass halfway through her body. Her throat nearly closed from the amazing pulses radiating through her body. With her breath lodged in her throat, she was unable to even groan.
“Sweet Jesus,” Luke exclaimed. “Darlin’, I’ve never had a woman this tight. My cock is ready to explode.”
Preston was on his knees in front of her, his cock hard and ready. “I’m going to impale that sweet pussy. Lean back for me.”
She was so wet, he didn’t need to prime her, but when she leaned back, Luke’s cock sank further. She wasn’t sure she could take any more.
Preston’s fingers had already gotten her sopping wet, and she was so ready for him, assuming there was any room left.
“Lift her up, Luke.”
She didn’t understand the command until Luke lifted her hips and pulled out a little before plunging in again. Every inch of movement sent sparks of need through her.
Luke’s thrusting sent her over the edge. “I’m going to come.”
Preston kissed her hard. “Don’t you dare. Wait for me. You’re going to love having both of us fuck you at the same time. Your pussy is going to weep and quiver before we let you explode.”
Oh, how she loved it when he talked dirty to her.
With that, he nudged open her pussy and pressed in. Her eyes widened. Taking two cocks at one time ignited every nerve bundle in her body. She couldn’t breathe, despite her heart racing too fast. She had to hold on to Preston’s shoulder as he drove into her. Both men seated themselves at the same time, and she was sure something would break.
“Take a breath, Chelsea.”
They didn’t move their hips. Instead, Preston trailed his fingers down her arms, sending shivers of delight to her heart. Her pulse slowed. Luke caressed her neck and swirled her hair in his fingers.
When she leaned back her head, Preston took advantage of the space and captured her breasts. When her body started to relax again, Luke slowly glided out partway and stopped, allowing Preston to begin his seductive thrusts.
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