by Kaliana Cole
The thick flesh in her mouth held Emma enthralled. The heat, the unyielding hardness, the silkiness of the skin. She now knew exactly what was meant by the “velvet-wrapped steel” line she had typed numerous times.
What she had missed completely was the power, the primal hunger, the violent drive of lust. Ty’s hand in her hair encouraged her into a rhythm that suckled him up and down.
Em found her hips grinding to the same torrid pace as Zach’s tongue plunged into her entrance, riding the hot spear of his tongue as she rolled her hips shamelessly against his face.
* * * *
Zach was in heaven. She tasted like fresh summer rain on an ocean shore as he licked and poked at her pussy. He could feel the muscles squeeze at his tongue, but he knew there was a tighter grip to be had.
He slid one hand down from where it grasped the ripe cheek of her ass. It didn’t take but two seconds to have his fingers coated in her thick juice. He wiped it all over the tight pucker of her anus before collecting more, repeating the process.
He moved his mouth back over her swollen clit as he laid one long, slick finger atop her rosebud. He lapped in time with his finger as he pressed and retreated, pressed and retreated. Zach felt the tight ring relax and had to restrain a cry of triumph. He latched hold of her clit as his finger slipped inside her hot ass, the grip of her back passage unbelievably smooth and exquisitely tight.
He felt her freeze at the sudden impalement, could almost see the shock spreading through her body. Then she moved, her body finding a harder rhythm as she worked Ty’s cock in her hot little mouth. Zach’s finger slid insidiously deeper with each circle of his tongue atop the bud of her desire as he introduced her to this dark new pleasure.
He knew he was but seconds away from shooting his load all up his stomach, but he didn’t give a fuck. His finger was jammed to the webbing in the tightest ass he had ever known and the little vixen was pushing back for more.
He sucked at her clit hard as he managed to work the tip of a second finger in beside the first, but that was as far as it went because her body bucked in orgasm, clamping down on his fingers and preventing further entry. He felt the hot splash of seed on his skin as the sensation became too much to bear. And he didn’t go alone if Ty’s bellow of completion was anything to go by.
* * * *
Emma swallowed the molten spume that erupted from Ty’s cock as it plunged to her throat. She was beyond sensibility as she felt her body buck and spasm on the fingers invading her ass, the pinch and burn driving her higher. No sooner did they withdraw and she felt the red-hot brand of a cock sliding in the wet crevice. Not trying to penetrate, just thrusting against her cleft.
In a matter of seconds, hot sticky seed splashed on the small of her back. The lips and teeth that nipped at her nape needed no introduction. It was Colby’s seed that adorned her fevered skin.
She collapsed with her head on Ty’s stomach, overcome by pleasure and the feel of so much skin against her. She felt a hot, moist towel wipe her back before a glass of water was placed in her slack grip. She had a few swallows before collapsing back against Ty, welcoming the arms that drew her up to once again lie on his chest.
Zach and Colby twined around her any way they could, covering her in a blanket of warm, male skin. She felt Colby suckle at her breast and smiled lazily at the hand that slapped him up the back of the head as Zach made him behave.
Ty’s heart beat right between her shoulder blades, filling some void that existed inside her. His deep voice whispered beside her ear. “Just lay there, darlin’. Lay just like that forever.”
He reached the light switch with one hand and slapped it off. Only a slender glow emanated from under the bathroom door, adding its illumination to the starlight shining through the gauzy curtains. Emma closed her eyes and slipped into a contented sleep.
* * * *
Emma wasn’t sure what time it was when she woke, but the stars were still shining brightly. She slipped from between sleeping bodies to use the bathroom. When she came back out the light from the bathroom shone upon the bed.
The sight of the three men lying in the bed took her breath away.
They formed an arch; Ty lying across the top, Zach on the left and Colby sprawled on the right. It looked like a puzzle with a piece missing. A place she yearned to belong.
The pang in her heart was a physical thing. How she ached to make that her place!
But she wasn’t woman enough to take that place. Chance’s words came back to haunt her as she gathered her clothing, his cold, calculating voice telling her that she would never be enough woman for any man. She pulled her jeans on and dressed, minus one sock and her panties.
She was reaching for the front door when she felt him behind her. “Don’t try to stop me, Ty. I need to go.” Tears thickened her voice, but she held them at bay. This man did not need to see her self-pity. She turned the handle and opened the heavy door.
“Do you want me to take you home?” She had expected him to demand an explanation, or to urge her to stay. She was unprepared for the understanding in his deep voice.
“No, it’s okay. I’ll see myself out.” She turned before he could see the first tear fall.
Emma felt him move, heard the slight jingle as he picked up her keys off the table. She felt like an idiot. How was she planning on getting home without those?
He placed them in her hand, closing her fist around them, his thumb running over her skin. His nakedness was secondary to his heat and nearness. “Can I call you tomorrow?”
“Give me a day or two, please, Ty. I’m a little lost right now. I need some time to think.”
“You take as long as you need, darlin’. We’ll be right here waiting for you.” She couldn’t see his eyes clearly. They were bottomless pools of onyx, but she felt the concern in them. The concern and the calm assurance. “You’ve got my heart, Em, be gentle with it.”
* * * *
He watched from the door as she backed away and let herself into the BMW. Only after the red taillights faded from view did he turn back inside, a hollow, empty feeling taking up residence in his chest.
He turned down the other way from his bedroom. It was occupied by his younger brothers, and without Em, it wasn’t a place he wanted to be. He slipped into Zach’s bed. It was cold, but at least it was clean. Colby’s room should have had a biohazard sticker on the door.
He slipped back into a restless sleep, haunted by whiskey eyes and silken kisses. Morning was a long time coming.
Chapter 6
Emma drove through the night, tears staining her face. She distracted herself with thoughts of Kenneth and Lillian, weaving what-ifs and maybes in her distraught mind as she headed home. But everything kept falling apart. Lillian just wouldn’t play the game. She kept hiding, held back by her inhibitions and sense of propriety.
Fuck! Emma laughed mockingly at her warped subconscious. She had proved tonight she had none of those! The problem was that she didn’t have the guts to stand up and claim what was hers.
She was a woman. She could handle anything those men could dish out and look for more!
Oh, who the hell was she trying to kid?
She had nearly bolted several times. Only Ty’s tender strength had anchored her, that and the pleasure they heaped upon her.
She couldn’t believe she had come with Zach’s fingers in her ass. She wasn’t an ass girl. It was definitely an exit only in her book. And yet the feel of him slipping inside her had been so darkly erotic it had blown her mind. What else did she not know about herself?
Was she a closet submissive with a masochistic streak?
Did she want to dress in black leather and chain Ty for her pleasure?
She choked on the imagery that presented. Ty in chains? I don’t think so. Colby, maybe. She doubted there was anything that deviant wouldn’t try once. But Ty and Zach were dominant to the core.
At least that thought dragged her from the despondence gripping her. She was smiling throu
gh the tears as she pulled into her gateway. She punched the button on the dash, but the gate didn’t open. She cursed as she opened the electric window, reaching for the push pad unit outside. She must need a new battery in the remote access unit.
The figure that separated from the shadows moved swiftly, so swiftly she did not have time to react. She felt something press into her neck. At the same time an eerily average voice spoke, “I told you I would find you, Emmaline.”
A blinding pain ripped through her, and then everything went dark.
* * * *
Emma came to slowly, her heart pounding as memory assaulted her. She willed herself to stillness, senses on alert. She lay on a hard surface, spread-eagled. She suspected she was bound. The light behind her eyelids was bright, but not unnaturally so. Her ears detected nothing beyond leaves moving in a gentle breeze and occasional bird song. She smelled antiseptic.
She struggled to keep her breathing deep and even as she cracked one eyelid. Corrugated iron and rough-hewn timber. A shed, then, or a hunting shack.
She glanced around.
From her position she could detect no one in the vicinity. People made noise. The intake of breath, small movements, the telltale sounds of life. She had heard no noise for too long for anyone to be there with her right now.
She risked lifting her head. It looked like someone’s fishing shack. A rough fireplace was topped with a heavy piece of lumber. On top sat empty bottles and a hurricane lamp. Lures were stuck into a cork board next to it. A cracked mirror hung on the other side.
She was on a cheap wooden table. The only other furniture besides a couple of chairs was an empty bed frame awaiting someone’s bedroll. She glanced down at herself. A thin sheet covered her, but she knew she was naked under it. The smell of disinfectant came from her own body. She shuddered at the thought of being stripped and washed while unconscious. She pushed away any thought of more than that being done.
The angle of sunlight was steep. It was close to midday. Trees a short distance from the dirty window were just discernable, no landmarks visible. Her ankles were bound with real cuffs. They bit into her flesh if she even thought about moving.
Her hands she couldn’t see, but her fingertips provided answers. Steel manacles held each wrist. They were proper handcuffs. One end was around her wrist, the other around a table leg. She assumed her ankles were the same.
Trying to think was holding panic at bay. Every problem had a solution. She rattled the table, but it was solid and wide enough that she couldn’t tip it. Her hands couldn’t pull through the manacles. They were simply too tight.
She couldn’t get her wrists out of the cuffs, but perhaps there was a way to get the cuffs off the table?
Questing fingertips felt around the table leg, attempting to identify how it was joined to the table. Her arm was bent at an unnatural angle as she found the two bolts that held the leg on. It was the cheap kind you saw in department store catalogues. You bought them in a box and assembled them at home. Something banged against the table as she attempted to find a better angle. Her charm bracelet.
Feeling a little like a female MacGyver with even worse hair, Em managed to hook the edge of the bracelet on the corner of the table and pry it off so that it hung on the cuffs. She restrained a shout of victory.
Agile fingers ran over the bracelet, seeking the medallion-shaped charm that might fit in the slot on top of the screw. It fit. She whispered a prayer of thanks to the god of shoddy workmanship as the bolts turned readily. They hadn’t been tightened in a long time.
When she had them unscrewed she lay still, barely daring to move. She had worked out how to undo the legs but not what to do when she had. She was certain one good wrench of her wrist would free the cuff from the table, but it would also leave only three legs supporting the table. She could end up in a worse situation than she was already in if the table collapsed and put her in a position where she couldn’t free her remaining limbs.
She only had one chance. She had to jerk her wrist free and roll so that her weight stabilized the table. She tried not to think too far ahead, taking one part at a time.
Twice Emma counted to three before she had the courage to try it. The clatter the leg made as it hit the floor went ignored as she flung herself as far to the left as her ankle cuffs would allow. Her blood was pounding through her body, adrenaline surging as the table teetered before righting itself. Her breathing took a full minute to bring under control before she had steadied herself enough to risk transferring the bracelet to the other hand. If she dropped that, she was well and truly fucked.
The second leg was a little harder. Cramps assaulted her body as she contorted to hold the table steady. She breathed through them, teeth gritting as she forced herself to endure. If she could get through this, she could get through anything. She promised herself that when she got out of here she was going to grab hold of those Whelans and fuck them six ways to Sunday.
Anything they had planned for her couldn’t be worse than the charley horse that gripped her hip every time she even thought about moving. A maniacal smile twisted her lips as she strove to escape.
Eventually the second screw loosened, only half a turn held the table upright. This time the table was going to come crashing down no matter what she did. All that she could hope for was to have enough strength and fortitude to be able to sit up and slide over the end of the table with the unforgiving steel on her ankles supporting her entire weight.
She didn’t count this time, just took a deep breath and jerked. The jarring impact sent lances of pain streaking outward from her tortured ankles. The noise sounded like a gun blast in the small cabin.
She grabbed hold of the edge of the table and levered herself up. The sheet fell to the side, exposing her nudity. Emma shuddered at the reminder of her predicament but resolutely pushed those concerns aside. She wished the remaining two legs would just snap and let her escape, but they held strong, keeping the end that her legs were attached to stubbornly elevated.
Hand over hand she dragged herself upright, jaw tight as she watched the blood begin to run down her legs. Fingertips scrambled to curl over the end of the timbers. She knew she couldn’t lever herself over the end of the table. Her strength was sapped, and she couldn’t bend her legs.
With a mighty heave she toppled the table to the side, crying in relief as she heard the snap of timber. She struck the ground with only one leg still attached to the piece of furniture. She rolled and slid her leg off it. The relief so great at no longer being tied, sobs shook her.
She had to get out. She frantically rummaged around the shack but nothing useful remained, no weapons, no clothes, nothing. She tried the door but it was locked from the outside. Any thought of using the window was dashed when she heard that remarkably mundane voice outside the door.
“Emmaline, you have been a bad, bad girl.”
She snatched up a table leg and stood brandishing it. She might be stuck in here, but if he wanted in, it was going to be over her dead body.
Enraged and naked she stood her ground, wishing the piece of slime would stick his head through the door. Knocking it off would be her pleasure.
* * * *
Ty awoke to the trilling of his phone and a healthy dose of disorientation.
What the hell was he doing in Zach’s bed?
His hazy mind put things into perspective as he stumbled for the phone. He cursed as he looked at the clock. It was after nine. He never slept in.
“’Lo.”
“It must have been one hell of a night if that is all you can manage, Ty Whelan.”
Beth. Shit! “Mmm. What’s up, Beth?”
“What’s up? Emma has a client waiting at the barn and she is still tucked in with you, that’s what is up.”
Ty’s blood froze. “Em’s not here, Beth. She left at two this morning. I watched her get into the car myself.”
“Oh, lord! What should I do, Ty?”
“Give Calhoun a call. We’ll go for a
drive. Think about anyone who might know where she is. Find her registration papers; I don’t know the plate on her car. Fuck!” He rubbed his face savagely. “You have my number. Call me and let me know what Calhoun says.”
He dropped the phone back on the cradle and ran for his bedroom. He jerked clothes on even as he roused the sleeping bodies in his bed. Full alertness gripped them as soon as he told what had happened. Clothes were hastily donned as they scrambled into action.
He saw Colby pick up something from beside the bed but didn’t take much notice. They joined him in the mad scramble for vehicles
They searched every possible route between their house and her place and could find no sign. They met at her security gate. Ty was about to step out of his vehicle when he noticed the shoe prints on the dusty verge. He froze and gestured Colby back as he made to approach.
There was no need for anyone to be on foot at this gate. The gates were remote operated. Zach was dialing Calhoun’s number as soon as Ty pointed them out. The local deputy was already en route and arrived in a matter of minutes. A local man born and bred, he took their concern seriously as he looked over the size-ten prints.
“A BMW, you say? Nothing simpler. Get me the papers and I can get a trace done immediately. They all have a security tracking device in case of theft. Hopefully they will cooperate without an order. I am not supposed to do this unless the owner reports it stolen.” Ty fixed him with a cold stare. “I’ll get it, guys, don’t worry about that.”
Beth called with the details. Fifteen endless minutes later, Andy Calhoun was finishing, saying, “thank you,” to a very helpful BMW rep. God knew that if the woman had seen the owner of that whiskey-smooth voice she wouldn’t have been so helpful. Andy’s scars put the wind up anyone who didn’t know him.
“It’s parked at the trailhead at Rocky Point.”
