Royally Claimed (The Triple Crown Club Book 2)

by Madison Faye

  “Sounds simple.”

  “It is.”

  I cracked a small smile. “It sounds pretty nice, actually.”

  “You’re telling me, darlin.”

  “You still haven’t said how I came into all this.”

  Zane nodded. “We pulled the wrong job. We needed money, and a friend of a friend looped us in with Mitch for work. We didn’t know what we were signing up for. We thought we were transporting goods — you know, some guns, some coke — nothing we haven’t done before. Not this though. But now, we can’t get out.”

  “You can’t just leave?” I shrugged. “You seem like you’re all much tougher than that Mitch guy.”

  He looked away.

  “What?”

  “He has people that are…close to us.”

  I froze.

  “Yeah. He’s got eyes on them always. We run, they get the hit, and we can’t allow that.”

  “Who?” I said softly in the darkness.

  “Gareth’s sister, Foster’s sick grandfather, and my…”

  He trailed off and looked away.

  “Zane,” I put my hand on his arm. For some reason, I believed him. I trusted him. I still wasn’t sure what to think of all this, but there was a sincerity about him that made me want to let my guard down.

  “Who does he have?”

  “My son.”

  I froze, my heart dropping.

  “His mom lit out a long time ago, believe me — fuck knows where she is. Cody’s been with my grandma for a long time now, but I know that’s who Mitch is watching.”

  “How do you know?”

  “He’s like that. He finds where your heart is and goes after that.”

  Zane looked down, and my hand slid up his forearm to take his hand, giving him a squeeze. “I’m sorry.”

  He smiled. “Hey, I’m supposed to be the one comforting you here.”

  “Says my kidnapper.”

  He grinned, and before I knew it, he was leaning in and kissing me. His lips pressed to mine, kissing me slowly, and gently, before pulling back.

  “What was that for?”

  “Well shit, what’s the fun in having hot girl like you all tied up in a cell if you can’t steal a kiss or two?”

  I laughed as he slung his arm around my shoulder and pulled me tight. “We’re going to figure something out, Cassandra, I promise. The plus side is, we’re your guards while you’re here. We’ll watch you and make sure nothing happens, okay?” He stood before leaning down and kissing my forehead. “Try to get some sleep.”

  Sleep didn’t come for a while after he left. Eventually though, his words sank in. I might not have known what was going on, but something told me if Foster, Gareth, and Zane were watching me, that was at least a step in the right direction.

  Chapter 12

  “Rise and shine!”

  My eyes flew open to see Mitch standing in doorway of my cell, grinning down at me.

  “We got a special day planned for you. Time to get you all fancied up, just in case we need to move to plan B.”

  I swallow, sitting up in my cot and smoothing my shift-dress down. “Plan B?”

  “If your step-daddy don’t pay, I mean. Plan B is the auction.”

  The color drained from my face as Mitch leered at me. He winked as his eyes drifted unabashedly over my barely-covered body.

  “Gareth and Foster — couple of my guys — are gonna get you all cleaned up and show ready.”

  He tipped his hat, his eyes lecherously moving over my legs again before he turned and slipped out of the cell.

  The door shut behind him.

  I was still sitting on my cot, staring at the floor when the door opened later. I looked up, and my heart flipped a little when I saw Foster step in. We both stood there in silence for a second before I finally opened my mouth.

  “I talked to Zane.”

  He nodded. “We know.”

  “I’m angry,” I said quietly. “And I still haven’t decided if it totally trust you or not.”

  “Extremely understandable,” he said with a small smile. “Look, we’re here to—”

  “To watch me, I know. Look, just make sure Mitch doesn’t sell me to a sheik or something, okay?”

  He smiled grimly. “Not gonna fucking happen, I promise you.”

  “So, Mitch wants us to take you to the bathing room to get cleaned up.”

  “The bathing room?”

  “It’s exactly what it sounds like.”

  I smiled slowly. “Alright, fine. It might be nice to actually get clean.”

  Foster nodded and walked over, undid my handcuffs, and took me by the arm. He led me out and down a long, cement hallway.

  “Appearances have to be kept,” he muttered under his breath in my ear as we passed by some other guards. He nodded stiffly at them as he yanked me roughly by the arm. “Keep up!” he barked at me.

  We rounded a corner and he quickly stopped and turned to me. “I’m sorry, Cassandra.”

  “Appearances, right?” I smiled a wry smile. “I get it.”

  We moved down another hallway and through a set of doors to a tiled-wall room that looked like it’d been a locker room of some sorts before. Gareth stood in the middle of it next to a large, metal tub slowly filling with steaming hot water.

  “Time to get you cleaned up,” Gareth said with a smile grin, nodding at the tub.

  I stopped and looked at them expectantly.

  “Uh, sooner than later, Cassandra.”

  I frowned, tugging at my shift dress. “Uh, can I get some privacy?”

  Foster cleared his throat. “We’re, uh, we’re supposed to make sure you get in.”

  “Yeah, and also…” Gareth trialled off as he picked up a pair of cuffs connected to the side of the tub by a small chain.

  “Seriously?”

  “Mitch’s fucking orders,” he muttered angrily. “Sorry.”

  “Hey at least it’s nothing we haven’t seen before, right?”

  I turned, my withering look wiping the grin from Foster’s face. “Watch it.”

  He grinned again, making me blush.

  Finally, I just sighed as I reached down and slipped the hospital-gown dress up and over my head. Gareth’s eyes flashed something hungry as they slipped over my body, and I bit my lip.

  I liked that look.

  Slowly, I reached down and slipped my panties down my legs, kicking them off before standing there awkwardly before them.

  “Come on in,” Foster said gently, his hands on my shoulders as he led me over. They both helped me climb in, and it was weird to find myself being helped into this giant tub totally naked by two guys, but then, with this whole situation?

  This was maybe the least weird part.

  The cuffs clicked shut with a snap, and Foster handed me some soap. “We’ll give you some time by yourself. Relax, soak, get cleaned up, and we’ll be back to finish you off.”

  My face went red instantly as he grinned wickedly.

  “Dirty girl,” he murmured, handing me the soap before the two of them turned and walked from the room.

  I washed my body and my hair, actually feeling like a person again for the first time since I’d been taken from the resort. After that, I sank into the hot water, letting myself soak and relax — again, for the first time since that night.

  My eyes were closed when the door opened and Foster and Gareth walked back in.

  They were shirtless this time, and I was about to question it, when I looked down and froze at the glinting steel of the straight razor in Gareth’s hand.

  He smiled, seeing where my eyes flashed. “Don’t worry none, I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

  “Um, what’s that for?”

  The men exchanged a look before turning back to me.

  “Mitch needs you looking a certain way.”

  The color drained from my face, before they stepped over to the tub. “Hey, hang on.” Foster’s arm went around my wet shoulders, pulling me close. “Zane already t
old you, nothing’s going to happen. But we do need to shave you.”

  My eyes went wide as they jerked up to his. “Shave me?”

  Foster grinned as my face went crimson.

  “God, you mean…”

  “Yep.”

  I felt my face burn hot as I dropped it into my hands. “You can’t be serious.”

  “Boss’s orders, darlin,” Foster murmured in my ear. “Gareth’s got the hands of a fuckin’ surgeon, don’t worry. Shit, he’s been my surgeon, come to think of it.”

  Gareth grinned.

  “Is this seriously necessary?”

  “It’s for the…” Gareth scowled, looking at the floor. “It’s for the auction, Cassandra.”

  That chill from before crept up my spine, despite the steam from the bath.

  “That auction that isn’t going to happen, Cass,” Foster said fiercely. “I promise you. This is just to appease Mitch and his bullshit — dissuade doubt and all that.” He winked. “Besides, I know a great way to soothe you after.”

  I felt the flush creep across my face all over again as those eyes of his let me know exactly what he meant.

  Finally, I nodded. “Okay, okay. Just be—”

  “You won’t feel a thing,” Gareth said, stepping forward and kneeling next to the big tub. “Just trust me.”

  “Okay,” I whispered.”

  Foster unlocked the stupid handcuffs and helped me sit up, slipping a padded seat of sorts behind and under me before helping me sit back down. I was almost all the way out of the water now, the suds teasing my skin, my breasts and my pussy out in the open and bare to them. It’s not like I didn’t trim around down there, I’d just been…busy. Busy with life, with traveling to meet my mom and Frank.

  Oh, right, and busy with being kidnapped.

  Gareth’s hands went to my thighs, making me gasp as he gripped them gently and pulled my feet out of the water and up over the sides of the tub. I blushed, even more on display for him now, and the hungry look in his eyes gave away that he wasn’t exactly being impartial to the view.

  “Shh, just relax, baby,” Foster murmured in my ear, stroking my cheek. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as Gareth leaned in and brought out a little dish of what looked like soap and a small brush. He began to stroked the brush through the white soap, getting it frothy and foamy, before slowly bringing it between my legs.

  He looked up at me. “This ain’t gonna hurt one bit darlin. Just sit still, and relax.”

  Foster moved away from me, and I could hear him doing something behind me before suddenly, I gasped as I felt him step right into the tub behind me. His bare, muscled chest grazed over my back as he sat on the little seat behind me, and I swallowed thickly as I felt his bare cock hot against my ass. His arms circled around me, cupping my breasts and lightly stroking the nipples, bringing a moan to my lips.

  “Door locked?” Gareth said, glancing at him with a smirk.

  “Yup.”

  “Mitch finds you in the fucking tub with her, he’s gonna cut your balls off.”

  “I’d like to see him fucking try,” Foster growled. “Besides, he’s off in his office today. The door’s locked, man.” He leaned forward, his lips brushing my ear. “You alright, gorgeous?”

  “I— yeah.” I blushed for the hundredth time, turning to grin at him. “The, uh, the naked man sitting in the bathtub with me playing with my breasts is somehow taking my mind off the whole ‘being kidnapped for ransom’ thing.”

  Foster chuckled. “Good to know.”

  I gasped, suddenly turning back to Gareth at the feel of something soft and wet against my pussy. I moaned as he dragged the foamy brush over my lips and the mound of my pussy, teasing me and working it into a lather.

  And he was grinning. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

  He finished lathering and set aside the brush, and my eyes went wide as he brought the blade back out.

  “Just hold still, beautiful. I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

  The blade was hot from the steamy water as he touched it to my skin, right above my pussy. With a deft, practiced motion, Gareth slowly dragged the blade down at an angle, right through the small patch of hair above my pussy.

  I moaned.

  Shit, this was way different than any salon or esthetician, or any lady bic shower-shave I’d given myself.

  This was fucking hot.

  I felt sexy, and erotic, and instantly on edge with need as the muscled, tattooed, rough looking man gently dragged the blade across my most intimate area, cleaning every bit of hair from me. I moaned quietly and leaned back into Foster’s chest, looking down with rapt attention as Gareth slowly began to shave any trace of hair from my pussy.

  As he slowly worked his way across, swiping, dipping the blade in the water, and then bringing it back up, I began to feel more and more aroused. Adding to my arousal, Foster’s hands on my breasts were starting to do more than stroke. He began to get bolder, his hands cupping them, gently squeezing them, pinching at my nipples. I could feel his cock grow to its full and huge size against my ass, his pulse beating hot against my skin.

  I started to moan in spite of myself, closing my eyes and letting out a gasp as Foster’s hands and fingers sent electric tremors from my nipples down through my core. Gareth chuckled as he continued to clean up the spots he’d missed. His thick fingers moved to touch my pussy, pulling my skin tight as he delicately shaved the sensitive areas to the side. There was something so damn hot about a man this rough being so freaking delicate with me, when I knew he could pick me up, toss me around, and have his way with me as hard as he wanted.

  Finally, he set the blade down to the side and began to gently splash water up onto me, using his hands to wash me clean of the shaving foam. I looked down, moaning slightly as how damn sexy it looked, shaved bare and clean and pink, with his strong hands resting on either side on my thighs.

  Gareth looked up and grinned wickedly at me as he leaned closer. My pulse jumped, my breath coming deeper and faster as he leaned oh so close to my sensitive pussy. I shuddered and moaned even louder when his tongue suddenly slipped delicately up my bare slit, every single little bump on his hot wet tongue grazing against every millimeter of now-smooth skin. It felt like nothing I’d ever imagined, and as he dragged his powerful tongue across my folds, I felt myself convulse and shudder in pleasure against him.

  Foster’s mouth found my neck, sucking and nibbling at me as I leaned into his hard chest. Gareth’s lips suddenly latched around my throbbing clit, and he began to gently suck as his tongue swirled around and around the aching nub. I gasped and cried out as my body seized and shook under his mouth, the feeling so much more bare and erotic on my freshly shaved skin down there. With a gasp, I came, my body wracking with shudders as my hands grasped at Gareth’s hair.

  He stood as I lay into Foster panting, his shorts hitting the floor and his big, thick cock jumping out. I moaned as Foster’s powerful arms suddenly slipped me off his lap and flipped me around onto my knees in the tub. He pulled the title seat out and tossed it aside as he perched on the edge in front of me, his cock thick and hanging heavy right in front of my face.

  “You want this, don’t you?” he growled, his hand wrapping around the shaft and pumping it slowly as we locked eyes. I whimpered, and then moaned as I felt Gareth slip into the tub behind me. His hands stroked my back, my ass, and my thighs, before they moved between my legs to stroke my pussy.

  Foster reached out and cupped my jaw, and I locked eyes with him as I twisted my face into his hand and sucked his thumb into my mouth. He groaned deeply, jerking his cock as he pulled me closer. I dropped his finger from my mouth as I opened my lips, wrapped them around his head, and slowly inhaled his cock.

  I could feel Gareth’s fingers on my slit, tracing the dripping bare folds, and I hummed around Foster’s cock, waiting for him to plunge in. I moaned loudly around Foster’s shaft, eagerly slurping on him and swirling my tongue around his fat cock-head as Gareth slowly pressed
his head against my hot center. He grunted as he slid inside, and I moaned like a madwoman around the cock in my mouth as he slowly drove every insanely thick inch of his big cock deep into my tight pussy.

  My hands gripped the side of the metal tub with white knuckles, my breath coming in rasping hitches as Gareth began to fuck me in slow, steady strokes. Foster’s hands went to my hair, tangling in it and guiding me up and down his cock as I hungrily slurped at him.

  Gareth’s fingers clutched at my hips, digging into the skin there as he slid in and out of my freshly shaved pussy with powerful thrusts. His grooved hips hit my ass with every thrust, and the pulsing throb of his cock so deep inside of me drove me wild. He reached down between my legs and let his fingertip flick gently back and forth over my aching clit, making me shudder and moan.

  Foster’s head was thrown back as he groaned, reaching down to play with my nipples as Gareth’s thrusting brought me down on Foster’s cock again and again. I could feel him growing even thicker in my mouth, somehow even harder, and I knew he was as close as I was.

  Gareth’s thick cock was deep in my pussy and his finger on my clit. Foster’s fingers on my nipples sent shivers of pleasure through me and the two of them together were pushing me quickly towards the edge. I felt so damn sexy, and slutty in the best possible way with my shaved little pussy and two gorgeous, hung men fucking me in ways I’d barely conceived of before.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come, Cassandra,” Gareth groaned, fucking me harder and faster, his balls slapping my clit on every thrust.

  He drove in deep, hitting some amazing spot just inside, and suddenly, I went off like a shot. I pulled back from Foster and cried out, my whole body seizing and trembling as I went tipping over the edge and fell deliriously into my orgasm. I could feel Gareth tense behind me and suddenly plunge in all the way, and then I moaned again as I felt his huge shaft tremble and throb deep within me as he unleashed rope after rope of hot cum deep into my pussy.