“Shit. Fuck, I’m sorry, little one.”
“I’m all right. I’m okay,” she reassured Maddox.
Beau’s phone buzzed. “Got the details. We’ll need to swap vehicles quickly. Someone will be waiting to take this truck. They’ll pick up the tail again while we head out. Alec said to drive home rather than fly. Reckons the airport is too risky and that the dick will know for sure that we’ve gone home then.”
“Does he want us to go to Haven or somewhere else?” Maddox asked as he started weaving through the highway traffic.
There went her stomach again. She took shallow breaths.
Don’t be sick. Don’t be sick.
“He said to head home. Hopefully, his contact will have the dick’s ass in jail before we even arrive in Haven. But to be on high alert. Don’t use ID or cards. There will be some money put in the glove box of the new truck for us.”
“Good. Where am I going?” Maddox asked.
Beau put the address into the Maps app on his phone then called out directions.
“Okay, I’m going to get as far ahead as I can then take the exit quickly, so it could get a bit scary. Beau, grab what we need so we can get out of here as soon as we stop.”
“What do you want?” Beau asked.
“I’ve got my wallet and phone. Scar, get your handbag. Beau, grab the laptop bag and her anti-nausea tablets and vitamins.”
The laptop bag was on the backseat, but the vitamins and tablets were packed in her duffel bag.
Beau undid his belt and turned to grab them, just as Maddox weaved again through traffic.
“Beau, stop! We don’t need the tablets and vitamins.”
“Beau, get them,” Maddox commanded. “Scarlett, you’re to do everything Beau and I say without questions, understand me?”
“But we can get more tablets. It doesn’t matter if I go without them for a day.”
“Yes, it does, you’ll get sick.”
Beau sat down and stuffed everything in the laptop bag just as Maddox exited off. Around them, tires screeched, and horns sounded. She let out a small scream before Beau drew her close again, holding her.
“Right, that bought us a few minutes.” He screeched to a stop next to a large, black truck. Quickly, Maddox was out of the truck, talking to someone. Beau undid her belt then dragged her across the seat. He climbed out, holding the laptop bag in one hand. He lifted her out and straight into the back seat of the other truck. Once she was belted up, they both jumped in and were off.
“Do you see him?” Maddox asked.
“Nope.”
She turned to see the truck they had been driving taking off in another direction.
“I think we lost him,” Beau stated.
“Thank fuck,” Maddox said.
Beau let out a whoop. “Nothing like a bit of a car chase to make you feel alive, huh, Snow?”
“Alive? Alive! You think that made me feel alive? I’m terrified, I feel sick and the last thing . . . the last thing . . . I feel is alive!”
“Shit. Fuck. I’m sorry, baby,” Beau told her. “Here, I’m coming over again.”
“No! Stay where you are. We’ll crash, and you’ll go through the windshield and die and just . . . I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine,” Maddox said. “You’re scared and tired and stressed. We need to do a better job of taking care of you. Let’s just get out of the city, okay? We can find a mall. Get some food, buy you some new stuff. All right?”
More stuff. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t even gotten to wear any of the nice things that Beau bought her yesterday.
“Okay.” She sat back and tried to calm down. Maddox stopped briefly at a gas station and Beau jumped out to grab supplies. He came back with pretty much one of everything in the shop. From chocolate to potato chips. She sipped slowly at the water and ate some crackers to keep her nausea under control. Maddox spent a good ten minutes grumbling about how unhealthy most of it was.
Beau’s phone rang when they set off again.
“Hello . . . really . . . good . . . he say why? Someone hired him?” Beau turned to look at Maddox who was driving.
“Do we need to come in? Good . . . no, we’re headed out of town . . . yep, this number. Thanks.”
He finished the call. “That was the cops assigned to Scarlett’s mugging and robbery case.”
“They found the guy?” Maddox asked.
“Yeah.” He turned to look at her. “They got him on camera going in and out of the building. He admitted to mugging you and trashing your place.”
“Oh, thank goodness.” That made her feel so much better. “So, it had nothing to do with Richard then? It was random?”
“Not exactly. This guy claims someone hired him, but the name he gave the cops is a false identity. He said he was paid to grab you, but when he failed his contact told him to go to your place and search for your laptop. But make it look like a robbery.”
“So Stanson likely hired him,” Maddox said.
“How did he even know I have the information?”
“Were their cameras in the office?” Maddox asked.
“Yes, but the video is deleted after forty-eight hours, and I searched his office at the same time the guard goes for a cigarette break.”
“Somehow, he knew. Maybe you left something in his office, or he discovered that the file had been opened,” Maddox guessed.
“Shoot. Why didn’t I think of that?”
Maddox’s phone rang next and she kind of tuned him out, thinking about how stupid she’d been to go searching for that information. Sure, it was useful to have, and it gave them a chance to take him down. But she’d put herself at such risk.
Even worse, she'd put her babies at risk.
“Little one, are you all right? Scarlett?”
“I put the babies at risk.”
“What? Snow? What’s wrong?”
“Hmm?” She looked up to find both men watching her worriedly. Beau had turned around in his seat, while Maddox was watching her through the rearview mirror.
“What’s wrong?”
“You zoned out on us,” Maddox told her.
“Then you started talking about putting the babies at risk,” Beau added. “She’s doing that thing where she goes into her head again.”
“Just thinking about how foolish I was to go after that information. I never thought he’d know what I’d done, and now I’ve put our babies at risk and both of you. He could hurt you.”
“Whoa, nothing like that is going to happen,” Maddox told her.
She shook her head. She felt so damn stupid.
“Damn it, we need somewhere to stop,” Maddox muttered.
“Up there. Mall.”
She didn’t pay too much attention to them, lost in her own thoughts. It wasn’t until the truck stopped that she looked around. They were parked out the back of an open-air mall. There weren’t many other vehicles this far back, most people wanting to park closer.
The back doors opened, and then her seatbelt was undone. She found herself lifted onto Maddox’s lap while Beau swung her legs over his.
“Listen to me, little one. I want you to pay attention.” He cupped her chin, tilting her face. “You are not to worry about any of this.”
“How can I not? I’ve put us all in danger.”
“This is that asshole’s fault, not yours, Snow,” Beau told her, pulling off her shoes to massage her feet.
Oh, that felt so good. But she didn’t deserve them to be kind to her right now.
“That’s right,” Maddox added. “So, I want you to put him out of your head.”
“I can’t just forget about him.”
“It’s our job to protect you. We’ll deal with Stanson. It’s your job to stay calm and look after our babies, okay? You heard what the doctor said. You’re supposed to steer clear of stress.”
“That’s kind of impossible when some maniac is after me.”
“I want you t
o try. Because if you keep stressing out about this then you’re going to end up in the hospital. And then I’ll be really upset.”
“You don’t want Maddy to get upset,” Beau added. “Cries like a girl.”
Maddox shot his brother a look. Really? But to his surprise, their girl giggled. Okay, so maybe he’d let Beau make jokes at his expense if it took the fear from her eyes.
“I’m so sorry for putting the babies at risk.”
“Hush, it’s done now. You just didn’t think it through. Now, stop worrying,” Maddox told her firmly.
“I don’t know how to do that.”
“Then I guess we’ll just have to find a way to distract you, won’t we, Beau?”
“Hmm, I wonder how we could possibly distract her from her worries?” Beau mused even as his hand started creeping up the inside of her thigh. Yeah, they were totally on the same page. As Maddox took her mouth with his, he knew his brother would be teasing her mound and tits. Fuck, he’d missed this. Missed her.
When he pulled back, her eyes were glazed, and her hips were rising up and down. He glanced down but her sweatshirt was in the way, and he couldn’t see what Beau was doing.
Hmm, but he didn’t have to see, did he?
“What’s he doing to you, little one?” he whispered.
“Make him stop. Someone might see.”
Maddox glanced around. He didn’t want anyone to see their girl while she was like this. “Nobody’s around. What’s Beau doing to you?”
She stared up at him, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. This is how he liked her. Relaxed and happy. He was worried about how much weight she’d lost. When he’d brought it up with the doctor, she’d been concerned too over the fast weight loss. But Scarlett had brushed it off, saying she’d been sick a lot and had trouble eating that’s why she’d lost the weight.
The doctor thought she’d be fine with the anti-nausea tablets, but he was still going to keep an eye on her. She was his to take care of. In all ways.
“Tell me, Scarlett. Or I’m going to have him stop so I can smack your ass.”
She gaped up at him. “You can’t spank me here!”
“No? Well, I’m sure we could find an empty changing room inside the mall where I could have you strip off your jeans and panties, so I could smack your little butt.”
“Fuck, that idea is so hot. Let’s do that,” Beau said eagerly.
“No! We can’t do that!”
“Please,” Beau begged. “Snow has been very naughty lately. She needs a good spanking.”
Yeah, of that he had no doubt. Although he’d need to be careful now that she was pregnant. He couldn’t stress her out too much.
“Tell me what he’s doing to you, Scarlett, or that’s what’s going to happen.”
“He undid my jeans, then he pushed aside my panties and now he’s . . . oh, God . . . he has his finger . . .”
“Yes? Where’s his finger?”
“Inside me! He’s pushing it in and out of me! Please! Please!”
“Do you need to come, little one?”
“Yes! Yes!”
“Do you need me to touch your clit so you can come?” he asked.
“Ohhh. Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he said in a dark voice.
“Yes, Sir! Please, Sir.”
He moved her top out of the way while Beau dragged her jeans down under her ass. Then he played with her clit while Beau continued to thrust his fingers inside her until she exploded in their arms, her hips going up and down with each wave of her orgasm.
“Fuck, that was pretty.” Beau drew his fingers and held them up. “Look how wet she is.”
“Beau,” she groaned.
“What? It’s a good thing. Wouldn’t be doing my job right if you weren’t wet, now, would I?” He sucked his fingers into his mouth. “Damn, delicious.”
“Fuck, I miss the taste of you. Tonight, I’m eating that pussy,” Maddox told her.
She covered her face with her hands as Beau pulled up her jeans, doing them up for her.
“I can’t believe you just got me off in the back of the truck in a parking lot. What if someone had seen?”
“The windows are tinted, and the truck didn’t rock too much,” Beau said. “I’d say we’re safe.” He winked at her, and she groaned.
“I’ll drive us closer,” Maddox told them. “Might as well go get the stuff we need.” Shopping wasn’t his favorite thing, but they couldn’t travel for fifteen hours straight with a pregnant woman. They’d need to stop for at least one night, which meant they’d need a change of clothes and toiletries. Plus, he wanted to get her a few things.
Their girl needed spoiling.
Hmm, this shopping trip might actually be fun.
22
The shopping trip wasn’t fun. Their girl didn’t have a clue how to let people spoil her. And if she argued with them one more time over them paying for something . . . well, that threat to spank her in a changing room was happening.
All they’d managed to get her so far were the bare necessities in toiletries along with one change of clothes. Which is all she claimed to need.
Complete bullshit.
“Here, these look comfy and warm. You need these.” Beau had stopped outside a shoe store and was pointing at a pair of suede boots that had fluffy wool inside.
“I don’t need those. I have shoes.”
Maddox stared down at her black boots which had a heel on them. They didn’t look all that comfortable or safe. They were also worn-looking, so not something that Beau bought her yesterday. Nope, that wouldn’t do at all.
“Come on,” he urged. “Let’s try them on.”
She grumbled but let them tug her into the shop. He could tell she liked them, even though she denied it. Oh, her ass was gonna be toast soon.
“We’ll take three in different colors,” he told the salesperson who smiled.
“We will not!”
The salesperson stared down at her in shock.
“Ignore her. And make it four. Beau, can you wrap this up? We’ll be in the lingerie shop we just walked past. Probably in the changing area.”
The lingerie store she had refused to go into.
Taking hold of her hand, he led her back there.
“Maddox, I don’t need four pairs of boots and why are we going to the lingerie store? I told you, I’m just going to get a pack of panties from the department store.”
“Stop tugging at my hand, we’re going to the lingerie store and we’re buying you some proper lingerie and if you make one word of protest about it, then I’m going with you into the changing room and smacking your ass.”
She huffed out a breath. Obviously, she didn’t believe him.
Well, she’d soon find out.
He gathered up some silky panties, matching bras after she reluctantly told him her size, and some cute nightgowns. Then he led her into the changing room, entering with her.
“What are you doing? You can’t come in here.”
“Tough. Try on one bra and nightgown to make sure the sizes are right.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “No.”
Oh, she wanted to play with him? He grinned and she looked worried.
“Um, Maddox, you’ve got a strange look on your face.”
“Is it one that says your butt is doomed? Because that’s what I’m thinking.” Grasping hold of her, he turned her toward the mirror then reached down to undo her jeans.
She tried to slap his hands away, but he wasn’t having that.
“Put your hands on the mirror and keep them there.”
She shook her head.
“Yes. You don’t want anyone finding out what’s going on in here, do you?”
“No. Maddox . . .”
“Sh, I’m going to take care of you. But you deserve this. You’ve been arguing the whole time we’ve been here when Beau and I are just trying to take care of you, which is our right as your men. Hands. Mirror.” He used hi
s Dom voice and was thankful when she obeyed him immediately.
Pulling down her jeans and panties, he stared over her shoulder at the mirror. Damn, that was a pretty pussy. He pulled them right off then reached between her legs from behind to cup her mound.
“This is ours.”
Then he grabbed her breasts. “These are ours.”
Next, he squeezed her ass. “This is ours. Say it.”
“They’re yours,” she told him, closing her eyes.
“Nope, eyes open. Tell me why you’re getting punished.”
“For arguing about you buying me stuff.”
“Good girl.” Smack! Smack!
He kept them very light, even though this was a regular changing room with a decent door, he really didn’t want anyone hearing them.
“And why would that upset me?” he asked.
“Because you’re strange?”
“Wrong answer.” The next slaps were harder. She groaned quietly.
“Don’t make any noise,” he warned her. “Not unless you want someone to find out what’s going on.”
“Do you know why it upsets me? Because it’s a part of me taking care of you.”
“I don’t want you spending all your money on me.”
Smack! Smack!
“First of all, this tiny shopping trip isn’t a dint in the money in my account. And Beau has even more because he didn’t spend three million on a piece of land. That’s why he’s gonna pay to build the house. Haven’t told him that yet.”
“See, you need all your money for important stuff.”
Oh, his little one.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“And that’s the problem. You don’t seem to realize that you’re the most important thing in our lives. You’re it for us. The gold at the end of the rainbow we’ve been searching for. We want to do everything for you. Take care of you in all ways. And you’re fighting us.”
Smack! Smack!
“But it’s not even,” she told him. “I can’t do the same for you. I don’t have any money.”
“Do you think that your worth is tied up in how much money you have? Is that all we mean to you? Are you only concerned with our bank balance?”
Her face shot up, her eyes met his in the mirror. “No! That’s exactly what I don’t want you to think! That I’m with you for your money! That’s why I don’t want you buying this stuff. I don’t care that you have money, I just want to be with you.”
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