Taken by Two

by Sam J. D. Hunt

  Nate’s delicate tongue started at my sensitive clit, teasing it while I thrashed. Rex’s face was at my shoulder, his lips on my skin as he watched Nate lick my swollen folds before dipping down to drink Rex’s seed from my quivering sex. I felt Rex inhale deeply as he watched his come leave my pussy to be savored by Nate’s worshipping tongue.

  Nate licked until there was no further trace of Rex inside me, despite my desperate pleas for him to allow me to come. Rex held me tight, his lips continuing to kiss me as he watched Nate pleasure me. As I begged for him to let me climax, Nate raised his lips to suck my clit, a finger stroking my G-spot as I writhed between the two men, the orgasm ripping through me with a vengeance.

  “Yes, you may,” I heard Rex answer to Nate as I descended from the brink of ecstasy.

  Softly, slowly, Nate’s rock-hard cock entered me—fucking me slowly, then with force as Rex held me still, driving me to yet another orgasm so intense I thought I’d explode. “I can’t…” I moaned, “I can’t take any more.” Nate’s strong hands grasped my ribcage as he pounded me, his face twisted in painful tension as he let go, coming inside me before collapsing next to me.

  We slept there, the two men at my sides, in exhausted perfection. Deep in the night, I rolled over to Rex. In the dim light I traced a finger over his shoulder, tracing the script of a name buried in the detail of a rose. “His name was Noah,” he said as my fingers glided across his skin.

  “Was?”

  “He was my son.”

  The silence hung between us as I absorbed his words. Rex was wrapped in a hard, thick shell, and I knew care was needed to not push too far.

  “Did he live here with you?” I asked.

  “No, he never lived here. I brought Evelyn here after he died; I hoped it would help. I-I tried to save her, but of course, couldn’t. Her grief took over; she left for another life.”

  My fingers traced the other name inked into his skin: Evelyn.

  “I’m sorry,” was all I could manage to say.

  “It was my fault—all of it. We married young—she was my high school sweetheart. Evelyn worked her ass off putting me through college, then medical school. I joined the military when they offered to pay off my hefty student loans. Life was good—except Evelyn craved a baby. More than anything, she wanted to be a mother—she wanted to have someone need her. Years passed and she didn’t get pregnant. I became more and more involved in search and rescue and combat medicine, and then more classified stuff with special ops task forces. The thrill of that life consumed me—I deployed more and more, and was home less and less.”

  “You worked here, in Colombia?”

  “I can’t talk about the things I did in the service, but I’ll just say I fell in love with it here. The climate, the people—I never wanted to leave.”

  “And your wife?”

  “She withered alone—she wasn’t that strong.”

  “Did she cheat on you?”

  “Never. She was loyal, she held on to me for years. But, five years ago she decided she’d had enough and filed for divorce. I went home, begged her to give me more time. I promised her that my military career was almost over. She agreed, deluding herself into thinking I would just leave the colorful life I led in the jungle to go home and set up a medical practice. Penny, I loved her, but I was never going to be that kind of guy.”

  I ran my index finger along his skin, tracing the delicate petals of the rose surrounding her name. “So you stayed together?”

  “She agreed to wait on the divorce. And, on that trip home somehow, some way, we conceived a baby. But I didn’t change—when Noah was born I was in the middle of the jungle, stitching up a Delta Force guy who’d been nearly gutted by a cartel thug.”

  I pulled into him, Nate still sleeping soundly at my back. “I just can’t imagine you as a father, that’s—”

  “I wasn’t a father. The baby died shortly after delivery—the cord was wrapped around his throat. I never even saw him in person, only in photos.”

  He went silent after that, rolling into me and closing his eyes. Sharing wasn’t easy for this stoic man, and I knew it was time to let him go silent.

  Chapter Five

  The next morning, I woke up to find both men gone. I rolled over in Nate’s comfy bed—the bedside clock informing me in bright blue numbers that it was after ten. I felt very naked, sore, and in need of a shower. A cozy robe was draped across the end of the bed, left for me probably by Nate. I slid it on and walked across the hall to my room. Suddenly, it felt like her room rather than mine. I knew if I stayed, I’d want that room redone.

  I took a long, hot shower before going into the walk-in closet to throw on one of the few outfits left for me by the absent Evelyn. I was now sure these were her clothes, and probably not her A-list outfits. But…the closet was no longer empty. It was full—there were shoes, dresses, jeans, and blouses—all my size. I pulled open a drawer—panties and bras in exquisite lace and silk. Another drawer held swimsuits, and another was stocked with pajamas, some sexy, some comfy. Tears swelled in my eyes—someone cared for me. It wasn’t the things that touched me, back in Vegas I had more material things than I could ever appreciate, but the fact that I was not only being cared for but being encouraged to stay touched me deeply.

  I dressed, savoring the chance to look good again and put together an outfit. Back in the bathroom, I prayed they’d thought to provide me some makeup, but the vanity drawers were still empty.

  When I felt presentable, I wandered down the hall in search of company. An open door off the main living space revealed Nate in a modern black leather and chrome office, staring intently at several large screens in front of him as he tapped away at a keyboard. He was dressed casually, in slim jeans and a striped oxford shirt. “Hey, lover lover,” he said as he noticed me standing in front of him. “You have an office here?” I asked.

  “Yeah—despite my disappearance, I still run my little empire through a few trusted contacts at my company. They’re willing to let me stay hidden a little longer.”

  Nate’s “little empire” was worth billions, and I grinned at his modesty.

  I walked around his desk to crawl into his lap. He nuzzled into my hair as I looked at his screen—it was all computer code, financial graphs, and other math-looking stuff that bored me to tears. “Thanks for the clothes,” I said, running my fingers through his wavy copper hair. “It wasn’t just me—Rex agreed that we needed to make you feel at home. He said the clothes he gave you in the duffle bag were the few things she didn’t take—I guess she forgot to check the dryer when she wiped him out. I did do the shopping, though.”

  “Next time you shop, can I have some makeup?”

  “Uh, I thought about that, Rex likes your skin natural, though.”

  I sighed in exasperation. “At least some eyeliner?”

  “Go ask him. I think he’s in his office working.” I couldn’t picture Rex with an office, doing work that didn’t involve a machete. “Okay, but can we go for a swim after? Maybe you can take me into town?”

  “Sorry, Pen,” he apologized, “I’ve got one of my main guys here needing my help on this—I have to put out some fires before I can go back to my life of leisure and kinky sex.” He winked at me before turning his eyes back to one of his monitors. I walked to the door. “Where’s his office?” He tapped on his keyboard a moment before absently answering, “Oh, directly across, on the other side of the living room.”

  “Am I allowed to go in there?” I still didn’t understand Rex’s boundaries.

  “Uh, sure, yeah—nothing secret about his office.” He didn’t look up. “We’ll hang out later, babe, I promise.”

  I left Nate’s office, gently closing his door before walking across the expansive main living area to a closed door on the other side. I knocked softly, almost changing my mind about bothering Rex. I never knew if I’d find hard Rex or soft Rex.

  “Come in,” his deep voice boomed from the other side.

  I pu
shed it open and stood at the entrance. Rex’s office was the opposite of Nate’s modern, sophisticated space. A worn leather bomber sofa sat in the corner, and the far wall was lined with shelving containing survival and camping gear—backpacks, knives, tents, fishing lines, and all of the other stuff he probably provided his clients. The room felt like Colombia—deep chocolate hues, lush greens, and a general feeling of chaos. It was the sort of place where you expected to see Ernest Hemingway sitting in a corner, typing and smoking a cigar. “Am I bothering you?” I asked sheepishly, hoping for soft Rex.

  “No, I’m struggling with the less-fun aspect of my job.” He gestured for me to come as I slinked closer. With his dark gaze on me, I suddenly felt ridiculous bothering him for something as superficial as makeup. Rex wore his standard outfit of worn jeans, black combat boots, and a black t-shirt that strained to cover his muscular frame. I couldn’t take my eyes off his face, however. He was wearing glasses. “You look so scholarly!” I burst out with my usual lack of a verbal filter. He whipped them off and tossed them on the desk. “What the fuck ever, Penelope. Wait until you hit your forties.”

  I covered my snicker with my hand. “Come here,” he said, patting his lap. “I need a distraction.”

  I sat down on his lap, his arms around me from behind as he stared at the screen. “Thanks for the clothes.” He kissed my shoulder and clicked at something with his mouse. “You’re welcome, Princess. You look beautiful, and smell even better.” I smiled, my eyes looking around the room. The walls had several military plaques, different awards from different squadrons, and a framed certificate. I squinted to read it: LT COL Roger N. Renton. “Is that your father, Roger Renton?” I asked.

  He sipped at his coffee before resting his hand on my thigh.

  “Such a curious girl.” He offered no answer, and went back to clicking his monitor.

  “Rex, I was wondering if I could have some makeup? Maybe just some eyeliner?”

  He ignored my question, rubbing his chin in confusion at the dilemma on his screen.

  “You are flawless, Penny. Why the fuck would you want to alter that?”

  I stroked his forearm, the intricate swirls of ink wrapping around his bulging muscles. “I-I’m glad you like the way I look. But, I’d just feel more confident with a little liner…”

  He squinted at his screen—the display making perfect sense to me, unlike Nate’s work. Rex needed his glasses, but didn’t want to put them back on after I’d teased him. Even King Rex seemed to have insecurities.

  “Uh, yeah, I guess…I want you to be happy, sweetheart. We’ll pick you up some next time one of us goes into town.”

  My eyes focused on the travel arrangements on the screen. “You know, if you brought that guy from Omaha in on the earlier flight, you’d save $500. They arrive at about the same time in Bogotá.”

  He squinted at the screen before reaching for his black-framed glasses. “Well, I guess… It’s only $500 though, and this guy is a big real estate mogul. I don’t want to piss him off—well, until he gets out in the jungle. Then I’ll piss him off royally.” An evil grin slid across his lips. He looked from the screen to me. “This stuff makes sense to you?”

  “Perfect sense. Hospitality, travel, dealing with high-rollers—I’ve seen it my whole life. I was born and raised in a casino, for fuck’s sake.”

  “Such language,” he slapped at my thigh. Rex used fuck in every form, at least in every third sentence—but apparently he didn’t like it when I did.

  “Rex, every little bit adds up. If you can save $500 without sacrificing quality, always do it. These rich folks have airport clubs they hang out in anyway—he’ll get his last alcohol fix before you scare him straight,” I winked.

  “I see your point. I hate this shit—I just want to be in the field. I tried having one of the staff do it, but I’m worried about confidentiality, and their English isn’t the best. And, Mr. Omaha isn’t an alcoholic—he’s addicted to Oxy after a back injury. You repeat any of this, I’ll—”

  “Throw me to the snakes?”

  “Deny you sex, you horny little thing. Now, show me what would you do about this guy from Toronto—the time difference is brutal.”

  I took the mouse over, clicking until I had his future student from Toronto arriving closely enough to the rest of his class members to transport them to base camp together in one van. “You, Penelope Sedgewick, are smart as fuck.” He gave me a quick squeeze from behind.

  “My dad would never let me help with any of the business—he said I was an airhead and would never get it, said to go back to shopping and drinking for a living.”

  “He’s an idiot,” Rex pronounced with finality, “for more reasons than that, believe me.”

  “I’m so bored…can I help with your business?”

  “Hm,” he murmured. “You’d be a great help, sweetheart. Help me finish this, and we can play.”

  I finished the routing, then looked at his ground transportation network, as well as his departure lounge set-up before he reached up and clicked the screen off. “Turn around,” he commanded. I clamored around to straddle him, looking into his eyes. He was silent, his arms wrapping around my waist.

  “I loved the date last night,” I said to break the silence.

  “It was out of my comfort zone, but I mostly did it for Nate.”

  “For Nate?” I asked, the tinge of jealousy rising in me.

  He nodded, his fingertips brushing across my face to pull my lips out of their childish pout.

  “I wanted to show Nate that we were three—not you and I, and sure as fuck not you and him. It’s just been the two of us for so long, not in a sexual way, but we’ve been close. I guess our…it’s more than a friendship, more than brotherly, but not… I can’t explain it, but I knew he wanted more, I just couldn’t provide it. But with you here…it’s like a missing piece clicked into place last night.”

  “Do you mean through me, you can let Nate get close to you in a more physical way?”

  “I’m not sure—maybe, at least to some degree. Last night was much more than sex…it was…”

  “Spiritual,” I whispered.

  He nodded and went silent.

  “This is all new to me, and so fucking far out of what I know—but I do know that Nate helped pull me back to life, and without him, I’d be dead. I’m willing to try to give him some of what he needs, at least as much as I can without losing my own boundaries. And you, Penny, are making me feel happiness for the first time in years.” He pulled me close, my head resting on his hard chest. “Will you stop being so bossy?” I prodded, pushing my luck.

  “Never. I can’t function without control—too much shit has happened to me that’s been beyond my control. I only feel safe if I’m in charge. Nate gets that—he doesn’t obey because he’s weak or even submissive. Nate is a strong, testosterone filled bulldog of a man, but he realized early on that to have any type of relationship with me, he had to let me lead. And he did…until he tricked me into going with him to Las Vegas to rescue a blonde in danger that he’d never forgotten.” His lips brushed the top of my head as he held me.

  “Am I in danger still?”

  “Yes, baby, you are. We all are. The second word gets out that you’re here, and it will eventually get out, it’ll be war. Not only did I turn down the offer to kill you, but I turned around and prevented the guy who was hired from doing the job. Shit will hit the fan, sweetheart.”

  I rose up to look at him, afraid and stricken with the reminder that this wasn’t a vacation. My life was in danger. Who would hire someone to kill me? And why?

  These two men had become my everything in such a short time, I couldn’t let them be harmed. “I’ll go back—my father will protect me. I don’t want you two to be—”

  He jerked my face to his, his jaw clenched. “I want you to be mine, to be ours. Don’t ever talk about leaving here for us—we will fucking protect you, not that…” He bit his lip to keep from continuing with his feelings for
my father—whom he seemed to know, or at least know about.

  “Do you want to be with us?” His voice was calm, serious.

  I nodded, a tear meandering down my cheek. He wiped it away with a fingertip. “We’ll keep you safe, Penny. We…” He paused, as if once again suppressing the words he longed to say. “We care about you. You belong here with us.”

  After a long silence, my eyes fell again to the many plaques on the wall.

  “Who’s Roger?” I asked, desperate to be let in to his shrouded world.

  “Me.”

  “Oh! I though maybe he was your father. You don’t seem old enough to be a Colonel—”

  “Lieutenant Colonel—that’s the rank I left the military at. My father was a dead-beat heroin junkie sperm donor who beat the living shit out of me every chance he had. He never amounted to anything.”

  I brushed my lips across his scratchy neck—falling more in love with him every time he shared himself with me. He leaned in to touch his nose against my forehead. “Rex is a nickname the para-rescue guys gave me in honor of my innate jungle skills—Rex, King of the Jungle—I guess it stuck.”

  He gave me a playful swat on the ass and said, “Okay, Princess, climb off. I promised we’d play—and I desperately need some play.”

  “Um, should we get Nate?” I licked my lips and salivated at the thought of sex with both of them together again.

  “No, he doesn’t play.”

  “What?” I asked, my face scrunched in a question. The kind of play I wanted to do was very much something Nate did—did very well, in fact.

  “I mean, he can shoot, but he doesn’t really like to just go out and blast things.”

  It dawned on me that Rex wasn’t talking about sex. “Guns? I-I’ve never shot a gun!”

  “Oh baby, let me pop your cherry then.” He stood up and walked over to a heavy wool rug on the floor in the corner. He pulled it up, revealing the solid wood floor underneath. He pushed at one of the planks before pulling up a metal door. Below the door were a half dozen military-looking rifles next to as many handguns. “That’s your arsenal?” I asked, surprised. “Arsenal? Hell, that’s just my safe here in this part of the house. It is one of many, sweetheart, one of many. Tools of the trade, baby.”