by Ravenna Tate
She shook her head, then put down the bread, and started opening drawers to look for paper and a pen. Cord moved next to her and placed the instructions on the counter, along with the pen. He was so close she could feel the heat from his body, and when she gazed into his dark eyes, her pulse raced again. But this time it wasn’t from fear.
He and Arlo both were very handsome men. Under better circumstances, being stuck in close quarters with them wouldn’t be an unpleasant situation. She hadn’t had sex since before Jim died. That was a long time to be celibate, and she missed being held and touched.
They both wore T-shirts and shorts, and she couldn’t help but notice their muscles, as well as the fine dusting of dark hair on their arms and legs. But she couldn’t go down that road right now. First she had to clarify what Walton had told her.
She picked up the pen and wrote that Walton told her the bedrooms and bathrooms weren’t bugged, and they couldn’t see them in here. They could only listen.
Cord wrote that the guards had replaced the bugs Arlo smashed, and none had been placed in the bedrooms or bathrooms so Walton was likely telling the truth about that. Then he added a sentence asking her to meet them in his room to talk when she finished eating.
She nodded, and then once they left, she gobbled up the rest of her toast and drank more water. When she finished, she took the note with her because she didn’t want the guards to come back and find it. They really needed to get rid of it somehow.
Hoping Walton hadn’t lied to her about there being no bugs or cameras in her bedroom, she turned on the lights and opened drawers. Not exactly designer wear, but they’d chosen well. She pulled out a tank top and shorts, and then took a look around the bathroom. Too much chrome for her taste, and it was stark, but they hadn’t lied about it being well-stocked.
She took a quick shower, and that helped clear her head a bit. After donning the tank top and shorts, she went in search of Arlo and Cord. They weren’t in the room closest to the kitchen, so she assumed that was Arlo’s room. Then she remembered she’d left the note and pen in her room, so she retrieved them before knocking on the door of Cord’s room.
They guys were sitting on the bed, cross-legged. She let her gaze wander over their muscles once more, wishing again they were here under better circumstances. When an image of her rubbing her nipples against the hair on their arms and legs flashed through her mind, she took a seat in the only chair in the room.
She held out the note. “We should burn this or something.”
Arlo patted the bed. “It’s all right to sit here. We only want to talk.”
Yeah, but you’re both so damn seductive! She climbed onto the bed and sat near the edge, positioning her body so she could see both of them. “What do you want to talk about?”
“We want to know what he said to you.”
“He told me stuff about you two.”
“Like what?” asked Cord.
She told them what Walton had said about Cord first, making sure to remind him that she’d been there the day he’d organized a demonstration in Central Park, and that she knew nothing had come of it.
“He’s lying to you.”
“I know. I could tell.”
“No one ever died in those demonstrations. They were legal and peaceful.”
“I believe you.” She knew he was telling the truth. It came off him in waves, unlike the BS she’d felt while in the room with Walton.
Then she told Arlo what he’d said about him, and asked if it was true that he’d lost his wife, and that he had no contact with his daughters. The most horrible expression of pain crossed his face, and without stopping to think about it first, she reached out and placed her hand on his arm. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked, but he lied about so much I was certain he’d lied about that, too.”
“He didn’t. My wife died in crossfire but not during a demonstration. It was during a skirmish between the faction of Tyranns who built this place, and the Regum. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“My daughters both married Tyranns, though not from the extreme faction. Because I worked for a company controlled by the Regum, I was then forbidden further contact with them. As you can imagine from what we’ve already told you, marriages to all who now identify with Tyranns were discouraged. I wouldn’t be surprised if one day they were outlawed altogether.”
“You said the Tyranns formed about fifty years ago, right?”
He nodded.
“Then what about children born to Tyrann couples? Can they leave the group? Can they choose another path?”
“They can never become part of the Regum, but now they have the Addonians to identify with if they choose to. Otherwise they can simply choose to belong to no groups. They’re merely part of the people on Sera and Addo who are ruled by the Regum.”
“It must be so hard for you not to be allowed to see your daughters.” She couldn’t imagine having children and never being able to spend time with them.
“It is. And it’s also part of the reason I was sent here. When I refused to go along with the scheme I told you about earlier, my co-workers also knew I had attempted to contact my daughters, and they turned me in for that. Then they faked the records to make it look like I’d been stealing from the company, because they wanted to be sure I was sent away for good. The charges filed against me were as much about my daughters as about my alleged embezzlement.”
“That’s such crap. It’s not right. You lost your entire family and your job.”
“Yes. And I was set-up by people I thought were friends. Not only had I refused to go along with their illegal scheme, but now I also had family in league with the Tyranns. They saw me as a threat. It was an easy move on their part to fake the records. And once the Regum found out I had attempted to find my daughters, they wanted me gone.”
“Couldn’t you fight the charges?”
He snorted. “Sure. If I could have found an attorney willing to do so. They no longer exist. No one tries to dispute the Regum courts and their trumped-up charges. The best he was able to do was have me sent here instead of being put to death.”
She licked her lips and took a deep breath. They’d shared their lives with her, so it was only right they know a bit about hers, too. “I was married, too. His name was Jim, and he was a Navy fighter pilot stationed in the Middle East when the first invasion occurred. He was one of the lucky ones called home, but there were still battles to fight on American soil.”
Arlo’s shoulders slumped, and a look of sympathy crossed his face. He took her hand. “I’m so sorry.” His skin was so warm, and Fallon drew strength from it.
Cord placed his hand on her other arm. “So am I. You must hate us. Not only did we invade your planet, but your husband would be alive if it hadn’t happened.”
“I’ll have to try and remember that you two opposed the invasion.”
“We did. I swear to you.”
She nodded, then steeled herself mentally to get the rest of the story out. “Before the missions to try to repel the invasion stopped altogether, he was on one near Washington DC. His plane was shot down, and he died at the scene. That was sixteen months ago. We’d been married six months, to the date, and I was home waiting with a celebration dinner that I’d cooked.”
She felt numb inside, as she had since telling this story to everyone who asked since that day. It still didn’t seem real, and she wondered if she’d ever truly have a chance to grieve properly for him. Everything had changed back home, and now she was here. How was she supposed to cope with this?
Arlo scooted closer to her and pulled her into an embrace. Fallon closed her eyes and relaxed against him, shocked that she could feel anything at all. She didn’t know if it was the hopelessness of their situation, or the fact that she faced only two choices right now. She wasn’t even sure the lust racing through her was real. But when Arlo bent his head and kissed her, she knew his lips were real, and she knew the soft moan escaping
her throat wasn’t her imagination.
He pulled away almost as quickly, and gazed at her with an expression that was a cross between regret and the certainty that she’d slap his face any second now. Fallon swallowed hard as she realized this was her life now. These two men, and this cell or whatever it was. She had no other choice that she’d survive.
She needed to figure out how to deal with this, and very soon. Because in less than forty-eight hours, they’d become unwilling players in a sick, twisted peep show. And there wasn’t one thing they could do to stop it.
Chapter Five
Arlo’s dick was rock hard, and he felt ashamed for not being able to control his hormones in light of what she’d just told them about her late husband. And he felt guilty over wanting to make love to another woman. He’d felt that way since his wife had died. But they had no choice now. He wasn’t going to let them take her to the holding cells.
He’d rather make love to Fallon the first time here, in privacy, and without having to resort to faking violence. But how was he supposed to do this in front of Cord? And did Cord want the same thing? Could Fallon actually go along with this? Unless he was mistaken, she didn’t find them unattractive, but was that enough for her?
When Walton and the guards had dragged her out of here, he’d been crushed, convinced he’d condemned her to a horrible fate, all because he’d smashed their microphones. The relief he felt upon emerging from the shower and realizing Fallon was back had been powerful. It also made him aware of how desperately he wanted to protect her.
While she’d showered, he and Cord had talked, reaching the same conclusion. In order to survive, and to ensure her safety as well, they had to go along with this. But the reality might prove to be more difficult than it sounded in theory. He had no idea what to do next because now that he’d kissed her, he couldn’t stay away from her. Not possible. He didn’t want to scare her, but he was only a man.
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Cord watched Fallon carefully, looking for any sign that she might freak out. He understood why Arlo had kissed her, but wished they’d talked more about specifics. They had agreed there was no choice but to go along with what the Tyranns wanted, but they hadn’t discussed how to bring Fallon to that conclusion. Then again, she was an intelligent woman. She’d likely reached it on her own by now, especially after Walton had forcibly dragged her out of here.
But that didn’t mean she was emotionally ready for this. He, on the other hand, was all for it. She was beautiful, and he loved her spirit. But he was also horny as hell since he hadn’t had sex in such a long time. That was his own fault, and he knew it. He’d paid more attention to his endless quest to stop the Regum and the extreme faction of Tyranns than to his own needs. He couldn’t remember a relationship with a woman that had lasted more than a few weeks.
This was meant to be permanent. He couldn’t wrap his head around that right now, but he knew one thing. Making love to her in the privacy and comfort of this room would be far different from putting on a show at her expense. Still, he’d rather their first time with her take place here, not in that ridiculous room where she would know people were watching.
He and Arlo exchanged a glance, and then Cord moved closer to her and took her hands. “Look. I know this is awkward for you. You don’t know us. And I know we’re all being forced into it. But Arlo and I both agree it would better if our first time making love to you wasn’t in front of an audience.”
She nodded and squeezed his hands. “I agree. And don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s been a while. I haven’t had sex since Jim died. I’m not afraid, just … well, I feel like an awkward teen right now.”
He pulled her close and held her, which made it all the more difficult not to simply take her. “Then tell us what we can do to help.”
****
Fallon’s mind raced with all sorts of solutions, including drinking more of that tequila, but she rejected each one. She didn’t want to be drunk during this, and she didn’t need any help making the decision because the alternative was too horrible to consider.
She was attracted to them, and it was obvious in the way they looked at her and in their touch that they wanted her. If she shut down the running commentary of the reasons behind why they had to do this, she might be able to relax and enjoy it.
She glanced from Cord to Arlo, and then before she lost her nerve, she pulled off her tank top. They stared at her boobs like they’d never seen any before, and Fallon had to bite back a laugh. “Okay. Your turn.”
Her pulse raced and her nipples tingled, forming taut points within seconds even though the room was warm. They guys gave each other a wary glance, and then Cord took off his T-shirt, revealing a hard, muscled torso decorated with tats. Each one bore numbers which she assumed were dates, but this wasn’t the time to ask what they symbolized.
Arlo took off his shirt next, and she couldn’t stop staring at his body either. They were each as beautiful as she’d imagined they would be. Arlo only had one tat, but it covered most of the left side of his torso, and she couldn’t identify the design. She’d ask later.
As she started to pull off her shorts, Arlo tugged on the waistband. “Let us do that.” She shivered at the dominance in his voice and the intensity of his gaze. “Lie back.” Fallon did as he said, a soft moan escaping her throat as he slid off her shorts. “You’re shaved. Just like in the porno movies.”
She laughed softly. “Plenty of Earth women shave their hoo-has, and they’re not porn stars. Jim liked it, and I … I don’t know. I just never stopped doing it.”
His gaze softened as he brushed a finger over her labia. “It’s all right. I like it.” Arlo glanced toward Cord, who stared at her like he wanted to devour her. “What do you think?”
“Think? What do I think? I think I want to lick every square inch of her skin, and then I want to fuck her until neither one of us can walk.”
Fallon sucked in a sharp breath as Cord removed his shorts. He covered her body with his, capturing her mouth in a kiss so hot she was sure the comforter would catch on fire. She’d only caught a quick glimpse of his cock, but now she felt its width and length against her pussy lips, and she arched upward to rub it.
He moaned deep in his throat as she parted her lips to let his tongue inside, and when his hands tangled themselves in her hair, she wrapped her arms and legs around his warm, hard body. The lust consuming her was swift and powerful. Was it due to everything that had happened to her in such a short time, or the result of not having had sex in over a year?
She had no clue, and she didn’t give a shit. She only knew she wanted this man right now more than she’d ever wanted anyone or anything.
When he released the kiss, he trailed his tongue across her neck. “You taste like heaven.”
She didn’t answer him. She couldn’t. Fallon could barely think right now. As Cord moved lower to circle each nipple with his tongue, Arlo cupped her face in one strong hand and kissed her. She shoved her tongue into his mouth, moaning loudly as he sucked hard on it. One of them grabbed her left breast, teasing the nipple, while the other breast was alternately licked and sucked.
It didn’t matter who was where. Both men were very skilled, and she was on fire for them. Shivers ran up and down her spine as the men took turns now, kissing her mouth and teasing her nipples with their teeth and tongues.
“You’re so beautiful,” whispered Arlo. “You excite me beyond all reason. I might still be going by the time we have to put on that silly show.”
She giggled at the thought of spending over twenty-four hours in this room with both men. They’d all be too tired to do anything except sleep for the crowd. Cord turned her onto her side, and then pulled her on top of him. She rubbed her soaking wet pussy against his dick as a climax inched closer with each stroke.
Cord grasped her breasts and squeezed them, groaning in such a sexy way that Fallon struggled to keep breathing. “I knew you’d be this fucking delicious.” His voice was rough now, as if
he were barely hanging on.
Arlo moved behind her and tugged on her hair, forcing her head back. “So did I.” He planted tiny kisses and then bites up and down her neck. “Thank you for this, Fallon. We’ll make sure you enjoy it. That’s a promise.”
“I already do.” She moaned loudly as Arlo pushed her torso down over Cord, lifting her hips so that he could slide a finger into her pussy from behind. She arched her back, pushing her ass further in the air toward him, and then she moved her breasts closer to Cord’s face.
“Oh, baby. That’s right,” said Cord. “Bring those here.” He grabbed her breasts and nuzzled his face into them, while behind her Arlo slipped two fingers into her pussy and used the other hand to massage her clit.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he said, his voice rough and deep. “I’m going to fuck you silly.”
She cried out in pleasure as his tongue circled her wet slit, lapping up her pussy juices. Cord kept up his sweet torture on her nipples, and when her orgasm came, it was explosive. She shook her head back and forth, moaning continuously as the contractions rocked her very core.
Before they stopped, Arlo teased the opening of her pussy with his dick, and Fallon cried out again as he slid it inside. “Oh … oh, hail the stars and the gods who keep them. You are so tight!”
“Let me have a turn,” said Cord.
“Shut up,” growled Arlo. “I just got in here. I can’t stop yet.”
“Then I get her mouth first.” Cord cupped her face, his expression full of desperation and lust. “Suck me, Fallon. Take my cock into that pretty mouth. Take me deep inside there, baby.”
“Yes,” she whispered, moving down his body. Arlo pulled out to allow her to back up a bit, and then shoved his dick back into her pussy as she wrapped her hands around Cord’s shaft. She licked up and down it, forcing loud groans from both men, and then Cord grabbed her head and pushed her closer.
“Take it inside now.” She couldn’t have disobeyed that voice if she’d wanted to. She wrapped her lips around his dick and moved up and down, while he slid more of it inside.
