Jon groaned and pulled back, removing his cock from her warm mouth. “I gotta stop before she makes me come.”
Erik snickered and turned her chin so she could see him over her shoulder. “I liked watching you do that, sweetheart.”
As he lowered his hand, he brushed it over the nipple clamps. Melinda gasped and jerked, a movement that may have signified pain to someone else, but Jon could see the pleasure written clearly on her flushed face. He couldn’t wait to get her sandwiched between them.
*
Melinda felt as though she would shatter at any moment. Every inch of her body felt like it could ignite in flames.
“Please,” she whispered.
Erik smiled and brushed his fingers down the side of her cheek. “Grab a couple of condoms, Jon. Our pretty little Mel wants to be fucked.”
Melinda trembled at how he talked dirty. She liked the way his voice dropped an octave, going even deeper.
Jon opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out two condoms and a tube of lube. Melinda watched in fascination as he sheathed his rod with the condom and lube and then passed the other condom to Erik. She couldn’t wait to get him inside her. She wanted them so bad her entire body tingled with need.
Jon moved to sit on the bed as Erik helped her to her feet. “Go over to the bed and put your back to him,” Erik ordered.
Melinda frowned, thinking she should straddle him instead, but didn’t question him as she moved to do as he said. Jon grabbed her around the waist and tugged her down. When she felt him probe the entrance to her ass with the head of his cock, she had a moment of trepidation and tried to stand back up.
Jon’s hand tightened on her waist, not letting her.
“Jon,” she said, almost in a panic.
Erik appeared before her and cupped her face in his hands. “Look at me, Mel,” he murmured.
She turned wide, slightly frightened eyes toward him.
“Remember the other night when you had me and the toy?” he asked. “Remember how good that felt?”
She swallowed and nodded.
“This will feel good, too. I promise,” he whispered and then covered her lips with his.
His tongue invaded her mouth, swallowing her cries just as Jon pressed into the tight opening of her anus. At first the pressure burned, stretching her almost too wide, but as his cock slid along her channel, stroking nerves from the opposite side, the pain morphed into a pleasure that nearly sent her over the edge.
With a groan, Jon bent his head and bit her shoulder. “Damn, I’m not going to last long, Erik. If you want to do this, you need to do it now.”
Jon fell to his back, pulling Melinda with him. She gave a little squeal as Erik grabbed her ankles and lifted them over his shoulders. Her fingers fisted into the covers at Jon’s waist as Erik pressed the head of his cock into her pussy entrance.
Her first thought as his thick girth stretched her painfully wide was this wasn’t going to work. He was too big. They were too much. Even as he pressed forward, filling her inch by inch, she questioned whether she would survive it. She closed her eyes and focused on her orgasm the other night—how the toy made her pussy channel tighter and his cock rub more firmly against her walls, stimulating her G-spot to the point she thought she might die.
It had felt so good.
As he pressed deeper, his upright position put his cock at just the right angle for it to really rub against that overly sensitive spot at the top of her channel. Every stroke of his thick head along that spot made her jerk and quiver with rapture beyond anything she’d felt before.
“That’s it, baby,” Erik drawled. “Just a little more.”
As he said it, he pressed deep, nearly taking the very breath from her lungs. Held tight, immobile and speared, she couldn’t move, could hardly breathe. The flickering light from the candles began to waver across Erik’s chest. She felt like she was floating in and out of reality—in and out of consciousness.
Erik began to move slowly as Jon’s hips jerked beneath her in tandem to Erik’s movement. Melinda moaned and undulated as best as she could, lying on Jon the way she was.
“Damn, she’s tight,” Erik snarled as his thrusts came faster and harder.
“Oh God, oh God,” she panted as she felt herself building closer and closer to release.
Her body tightened, her pussy clenched around Erik’s invading shaft just as her ass tightened around Jon’s. Everything in the room began to tilt as her oncoming orgasm spiraled higher. The second it exploded, she screamed as every inch of her flesh seemed to ignite. Erik pumped faster and rubbed his thumb across her clit.
Her body tightened as another round of pleasure centered around that bud sent her screaming into a dark abyss, just as Erik lost himself to his own release and Jon joined him, spilling his own seed deep in her ass.
*
“She passed out,” Erik murmured tiredly as he reluctantly pulled free of her tight pussy.
God, she felt so damn good, he hated to leave her, but he needed to get her off Jon.
“I’m not sure I didn’t as well, at least for a second,” Jon mumbled.
Erik snickered as he pulled Melinda off Jon. “Move so I can lie her down.”
Jon groaned and rolled to his side. Erik laid Melinda on the sheets and climbed into the bed beside her. Jon snuggled up to her on the other side after disposing of his condom.
“I think I could get used to this,” Jon said as he kissed the back of Melinda’s shoulder and pulled her body close to his chest.
Erik rested on his side and brushed a stray strand of hair from her eyes with the tip of his finger. She looked so peaceful right now. It amazed him just how right the three of them felt together. They really needed to talk, get their feelings out in the open. All of them. He needed to see where Melinda stood on all this before they went any further—before he lost anymore of his heart to her than he already had.
With a sigh, he dropped his hand and just watched Melinda sleep. Her brother Marcus was going to have a fucking field day with this.
* * * *
Melinda awoke slowly. The area behind her eyes pounded mercilessly, and her stomach rolled with nausea. She winced at the dryness in her mouth and tried to make sense of the images flashing through her mind.
Men dressed in black, glass shattering, her own scream as Erik was thrown backward with the force of a bullet ripping into his chest. Jon lying across the bed, his own torso covered in blood.
She’d fought hard against the men trying to pull her away from Jon’s lifeless body. She caught one of them in the nose with the flat of her hand, and one in the shin with her foot, injuring her own toe in the process. Pain raced up her leg, but she ignored it as she fought for her freedom and what she believed was her life.
Someone from behind her had covered her mouth with a rag. She coughed and gagged on the scent of chloroform as it filled her nose and lungs.
Had it all been a dream?
She cracked her eyes open and stared around the darkened room with growing fear. It had all been real. She was no longer at the beach house. The images of Jon and Erik again flowed through her mind, and she softly sobbed. Were they dead?
Her first thought was to wallow in self-pity and cry her eyes out for the two men who’d come to mean so much to her in such a short amount of time. She wanted to curl up in a ball and just draw in on herself. She wanted to throw up.
She wiggled and tried to bring her arms around and hug herself, but she couldn’t. Her breath caught as she realized she’d been tied up, unable to move. She opened her eyes again and tried to get a better look at the dark room.
She sat in a chair; a small desk was against the wall. The room was dirty and old. There was a slight damp smell to the air. She was allergic to mold, and she could already feel the headache building between her temples, adding to the pounding pain behind her eyes from the chloroform.
One small window took up the far wall. Shades were drawn over it, blocking out most of the li
ght. She glanced down and noticed with a wince that she was still naked. Her ankles were also tied to the leg of the chair.
This had to be Clark, but who were the men he’d sent and what did he have planned for her?
Chapter 17
Erik stalked angrily down the hall, shoving his arms into a clean shirt as he went. His shoulder ached from the small bullet that had pierced through the flesh, but at least the bleeding had stopped.
He and Jon had both been shot with tranquilizer bullets. Small BB sized pellets designed to knock you out instantly. And they had. He figured they’d been out about six hours.
He walked into his office and tossed Jon a clean shirt. The Belize police constable had arrived as well as several other men, both on the force and off. They had Marcus on Skype from the States as they coordinated a plan while a security team set up to do a trace, just in case Clark called Marcus.
In truth, they were counting on it. Right now, it was the only way they would have to track him.
“What the hell happened?” Marcus asked as Erik came into view of the monitor. “You were supposed to be keeping her safe!”
“There were six of them and they took us by surprise while we were sleeping. Who would’ve thought the asswipe would go hire a mercenary team?” Erik snapped. “I feel enough guilt about this to begin with, Marcus. Don’t start.”
Marcus snarled and sat back in his chair. “So what now? We just wait for him to call?”
Erik sighed. “I don’t know what else to do. We have no idea where they went. We can’t even describe the men; it happened too fast.”
“There’s no telling what he might do to her,” Marcus said.
Erik sighed and paced off camera. His gut hurt it was so tense with worry. If anything happened to her, he wasn’t sure what he would do. Hell, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t kill the guy as it was just for taking her.
“We know that,” Jon replied, his voice full of warning.
They’d screwed up. They should’ve taken this threat much more seriously. They’d underestimated him, and it was a mistake Erik would make sure he didn’t make again.
* * * *
Melinda twisted her wrist beneath the ropes, ignoring the sting as they bit at her flesh. She had to get out of here. Warm blood trickled down her fingers and dripped onto the floor. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to work past the pain, to ignore it.
She was so close.
The door to the small room opened, and she froze. Her heart sped up, increasing the pounding in her head and making her wince. The room was warm, and sweat slid down her forehead and into the corner of her eye. She blinked against the salty sting before glaring at Clark as he came to a stop just a few feet in front of her.
“Well, well,” he purred. “If I had known you liked two men at once, I would’ve shared you with my friends a long time ago. We would’ve had a much more adventurous sex life. Don’t you think?”
She didn’t say anything. She didn’t trust herself to. She just glared at him.
He snorted softly and walked over to turn on the computer. “I put up with you, slept with you, in the hopes of one day getting it all. If I had known about that trust, I would’ve never bothered, but damn, two hundred million is hard to pass up, even if it does include you.”
She snarled her lip, but kept her mouth shut.
“Then I found out I can never touch any of it. Ever. Nor could I get your passcodes.” Clark turned and looked at her. “For someone who was supposedly in love, you certainly didn’t trust me. Maybe you’re more like your grandfather than you realize.”
“I’m not giving you the codes, Clark,” she said.
“I’m not asking you for them.”
The computer screen turned on, and she could see herself in the small screen in the corner. He was calling someone on Skype.
“Marcus isn’t going to give them to you, either,” she said.
The smile on Clark’s face was pure, wicked evil. When Clark turned to face her, Melinda’s heart almost stopped at the sight of the jagged knife in his hand.
He walked over and used the blade of the knife to tip her chin up. Melinda pressed her lips tightly together to keep them from trembling. She refused to show this jerk any fear. Not now. Not ever.
“Clark!” she heard Marcus yell through the computer speakers. “If you hurt her, I swear, I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” Clark sneered.
He kept Melinda’s chin up with the blade of the knife, but turned his face toward the computer. Melinda tried to see out of the corner of her eye, but her peripheral wasn’t good enough to make anything out.
“What do you want, you son of a bitch?” Marcus growled.
“I want what was denied me.”
“No, Marcus. Don’t!”
Clark dropped the knife and slapped the side of her face with the back of his hand. Lightning exploded behind her eyes and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth from where the blow had split her lip. She felt dazed for several seconds, her mind a complete blank as pain throbbed behind her cheek.
She worked her lower jaw back and forth, then winced at the blinding pain. Had he broken her jaw?
Clark gripped her chin and forced her to meet his angry stare. His fingers bit into her flesh, and she whined at the pain in her jaw, despite herself. In the background she could hear Marcus yelling, but everything was too foggy to make out what he said.
“Do that again, bitch, and see what you get,” Clark snarled.
* * * *
Erik and Jon both paced the office as Marcus’s friend, Andrew, opened up another Skype screen.
“He’s contacted Marcus. We’re running a trace now,” Andrew said.
“How long?” Erik asked, anxious to find her.
He had no idea what this guy might be capable of. They needed to find her before it was too late.
“It depends on how well he is at covering his tracks,” Andrew replied.
Erik froze when he heard Marcus yell from the other room through Andrew’s connection. “What the hell just happened?” he demanded.
Andrew turned to look behind him, then back at the screen. He looked tense and angry. “I don’t know.”
Erik had a feeling the man was lying, but right now wasn’t the time to argue over it. Erik had a terrible feeling things were about to go incredibly wrong.
“How are they doing?” Erik asked as he began to pace once more.
“The security team is on it. They’re tracing the signal back. He’s routed through somewhere overseas.”
“That asshole’s not that smart,” Jon said in frustration. “Did the mercenary team he hired to kidnap her set this up?”
“Possibly, but they haven’t lost the trace yet, so be patient,” Andrew replied.
“We don’t have time to be patient,” Erik snapped.
Andrew leaned over and nodded. “Looks like we might have something.”
“What?” Erik asked.
The constable and three other officers stood up in preparation to move.
“Oh my God,” Andrew murmured. “He’s less than fifteen minutes from you.”
* * * *
“You have ten minutes to make your choice, Marcus,” Clark said as he walked over to the computer. “Or she gets more than a slap to the face.”
He hit the Off button, disconnecting the Skype call. Melinda kept her eyes straight ahead and her breathing as even as possible. The last thing she wanted to do was panic, but she doubted rescue was even in the cards. Images of Jon and Erik on the bedroom floor flashed through her mind again, and she swallowed past the huge lump that had taken up residence in her throat.
Were they dead? She had no idea, but the very thought threatened to send her into a pit of misery. She’d fought her feelings for them since arriving only to realize now just how much she was attracted to them—just how much she wanted to be with them.
And now it was too late.
Tears escaped the corners of her eyes and sli
d down her cheeks. Clark walked over and brushed those tears away, but she jerked her head to the side. Like he gave a rat’s ass about her or her feelings.
“Are you truly that upset about losing your money?” he drawled, his voice laced with amusement.
“You killed them,” she whispered.
“Who?” he asked. “Those two men you were fucking? Please. Dicks are a dime a dozen.”
She growled and tried to rise out of the chair, only to be slammed back down by her restraints.
His gaze dropped to her breasts and an ugly sneer warped his features. Why had she never seen this ugly side of him? Was he really that good of an actor, or was she just that blind?
“When you do that, your breasts jiggle very nicely. Perhaps I should get one more taste of that pussy before I take everything you have.”
“Don’t touch me,” she barked.
His evil laugh sent a shiver up her spine.
“Have you not realized yet, I can do anything I want to you right now. Who’s going to come save you? Your fuck buddies? You’re mine now, Mel. Now that I think about it, maybe I should hang onto you for a while. Share you with a few of my friends.”
Fear unlike anything Melinda had ever known raced through her entire body.
He bent down and brought his face close to hers. “It might be fun to actually break you.”
She leaned her head back and spit, hitting him on the cheek. Clark curled his lip and rubbed it away with disgust. Standing, he pulled his hand back. Melinda closed her eyes, bracing for the impact of his hand.
Tensing up might not have been such a good idea. Pain worse than from the first hit exploded behind her eye. Her vision blackened, then blurred. She could see nothing out of her left eye. Tears slid down her cheeks as she bit back sobs of misery.
She was doomed and right now there was nothing she could do about it.
Chapter 18
Erik and Jon stood back in the thick shrubbery surrounding the small cabin. Andrew had been right. Clark had actually been less than fifteen minutes from them. They only saw one car parked outside, but that didn’t mean the team he’d hired wasn’t still there.
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