Their Virgin Hostage

by Shayla Black

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  Law laid himself out for her, as open to her as she was to them. He offered himself to her. Kinley couldn’t wait to take him.

  With a shaking hand, she reached out to touch him, sighing as she wrapped her fingers around his velvety yet hard shaft. But more, she felt the connection between them with just that one touch.

  With hot, hooded eyes, Dominic watched them.

  And Kinley felt as if she’d finally found her place.

  * * * *

  Riley took a long swig of Scotch. Nothing was going to make him sleep tonight. Summer nights in Alaska were brutally short, but it wasn’t the lack of darkness keeping him in the kitchen now. It was the fact that if he wanted to get to bed, he would have to walk right past Kinley’s room where Law and Dominic were undoubtedly relieving her of her virginity right this freaking second.

  No, he didn’t want to walk by and overhear that…and know he could be in there. His brothers were claiming her, no doubt. They were going to fall in love. While it lasted, he’d be left out in the cold.

  What the fuck was he going to do?

  Sometimes he felt like Dominic was completely content to just wander through life, while Law was looking for the fantasy that didn’t exist. Riley wasn’t sure what to do, but he knew he wanted more than one casual fuck after another. He wanted a family. He wanted kids to shelter and protect, who never had to endure the poverty and desperation he had growing up. He wanted to make up for everything he’d lost out on by giving his own children a great life.

  Riley flicked on his computer and turned to one of the news feeds. His system was fully set up to catch the news channels from Black Oak’s satellite system. The feed wasn’t as clear here as it would be inside the work compound, but it was enough to keep Riley in the loop.

  But having the news drone on in the background didn’t distract him. Why the hell couldn’t he let go of the crushing, wretched feeling of rejection Simone had handed him years ago?

  Until her, no one had ever hurt him. He’d never given anyone that power. But the first time he’d tried to open up and trust, the one time he’d come really close to getting what he wanted, she’d cruelly slammed the door in his face.

  Simone had been well educated. She’d seemed so free and open. He’d decided it was time to take the next step, and she’d been right there. Dominic liked her, and since Law never really liked much of anyone, Riley was content that his brother seemed able to put up with her.

  He’d even picked out a house for all of them to live in.

  But she’d laughed as she’d said “no. ” Riley had figured out in that moment that no woman would willingly tackle society’s opinions to be with them. Dominic had tried to let him go his own way with no fuss, and Riley knew he stood a better chance of having the future he sought if he took a woman of his own. Deep down, that wasn’t what he wanted, but he’d been trying to resign himself anyway.

  And then Kinley waltzed in with her damn chocolate-colored eyes and those bouncy honey curls he wanted to sink his fingers into. If he had a redo, he’d be in her room right now, fucking the living hell out of her…except for one small problem.

  Kinley was the kind of woman men fought wars for and sang songs to. And there was no way that woman married three men.

  No.

  Fucking.

  Way.

  She was too good, too sweet, too kind. She’d made it her life mission to help the damn poor, for god’s sake. He would fall for her in a way he’d never fallen for Simone, and inevitably she would either laugh in his face when he asked her to marry him or crumble the first time some society bitch or a tabloid called her a whore for having three men. Either way, she’d be gone.

  At most, she would probably really want Dominic because they came from the same world. Or she would only want Law because he had that brooding quality that made a lot of women want to fix him. Why the hell would she want him?

  A flash of color caught his eye, and he turned the sound up. Shit. There she was, on the news. A picture of Kinley dominated the screen with a headline underneath: Runaway Bride or Victim? He turned up the volume.

  Socialite Kinley Kohl remains in the news as we enter the third day following her disappearance from her wedding in New York to controversial shipping tycoon Greg Jansen. The entire scandal is made even more mysterious by lawyer Kellan Kent’s claim that he is representing the man seen taking Ms. Kohl away with his unknown associate. This program has positively identified the man as Law Anders, a former Special Forces soldier who is being sought for questioning in the alleged kidnapping.

  Riley groaned. Well, the cat was sure as fuck out of the bag now. And he was a little miffed that he’d been demoted to “unknown associate. ”

  “Ms. Kohl is not a victim of anything but love. ” Kellan flashed a wry, likely practiced smile for the cameras. “My client rescued his lover from a marriage she didn’t want. Kinley Kohl was afraid of telling Greg Jansen she refused to marry him, and I think there is ample evidence that she was right to do so. His first wife died under mysterious circumstances, and that is all I’ll say about that. When Kinley is ready, she’ll contact her family, but for now she is in seclusion. My client would appreciate it if you would respect their privacy at this time. ”

  It was a good play, but without Kinley to support the story herself, it would only work for a day or two. Then, no matter how much they tried to hide her location, the authorities would hunt them down or Jansen would ferret it out. Then he would either try to kill her or take her back.

  Speak of the devil. Jansen’s face popped on screen. It was obviously a previously taped interview. He stared at the camera and poured out his staged plea. “Kinley, darling, if you’re out there and you can hear me, your father, your sister, and I just want you home. If there’s any way to escape, please do it. As to the men who took my wife—sorry, I think of her as my wife—I will pay any ransom. Just send me a sign of life. Send me back her luggage to prove you actually have her. Please. I’ll give you money just for that one little sign. ”

  Riley paused the feed. Luggage wasn’t proof of life. Jansen knew the way this whole thing worked. So what the fuck was he talking about? Proof of life was actual physical evidence that the person was alive at a certain time. He should be asking for a tape of Kinley talking while holding up today’s paper or a phone call that included actual vocal contact.

  But no. Jansen wanted her luggage. Again.

  Riley didn’t understand. He’d been through all of her belongings at least ten times. She didn’t have a laptop here, so he had no way to search that. The only things on her tablet were games and books and a ton of pictures.

  What was he looking for? What was more important about that luggage than Kinley herself returning home? It had to be something if Jansen was willing to pay for her luggage.

  Which meant that, more than likely, Kinley herself couldn’t help them.

  Time was running out. He needed connections.

  Riley turned the news feed off and settled in. It was all there, hidden somewhere in the charity’s files. He just had to find it.

  Since he couldn’t be in her bedroom, telling her how beautiful he found her or how much he wanted her, this was all he could do for her now.

  * * * *

  “More. Touch me again. ” Law wanted her hands on him more than anything he could remember.

  Kinley rolled to her side, looking down the length of his body. Law held in a groan. He’d never been so fucking hard. He was practically shaking. He hoped he didn’t blow the minute she started stroking him.

  Dominic stood at the edge of the bed, and Law wondered if he was going to be a hard ass. The little light spanking they’d already given her had been flirty and playful—a good way to begin introducing Kinley to the lifestyle. But Law wanted tonight to be all about her.

  “You should touch him, Kinley. He looks needy. ” A smile played at Dominic’s lips.

  Thank god his brothe
r understood. “I am. So fucking needy. ”

  She touched his chest, her fingertips drifting down his skin. Law drew in a shuddering breath, trying to force himself to calm. He’d keep it together and take it slow and easy with her, even if it killed him.

  She brushed her hand over his cock again, and it twitched with need. “The skin is so soft. ”

  But he was fucking granite. “Grip me, baby. You won’t hurt me. Wrap your fingers around me and stroke hard. ”

  “Like this?” Kinley enclosed him in her palm. He couldn’t hold onto his moan. It tore from his chest when he felt the heat of her touch.

  “Tighter,” he managed to grit out.

  She did as he asked, and of their own volition, Law’s hips pumped up. His whole focus shifted to his cock. No way to stop it.

  He’d never made himself really vulnerable before. Sure, he’d had women give him hand jobs, but that wasn’t the point of this exercise. He wanted Kinley to explore, so he opened himself to her as she’d done for him.

  “Kiss me. ” Law wanted her to understand the power she had. Even though he planned to take her as their submissive, she should know that her lovers would give themselves to her, too.

  Her hair fell like a waterfall around him, locking out the rest of the world until all he could see was her sweet face coming toward him. She closed her eyes. Closer, closer, her lips came until she pressed them down on his own. Her soft whisper of a kiss made him crazy. Her tongue skimmed along his bottom lip, light as the brush of a feather. The gesture was almost hesitant, but when he shuddered and groaned, she seemed to gain confidence. Her hand tightened around his cock, then she moved her lips more forcefully on his own.

  Kinley needed this time to learn and grow. She was shy and naturally a lady. But once she came into her own as a woman, she would be able to move mountains. He and Dominic could give her that.

  Riley could, too, but he was being a chicken-shit pansy ass.

  Law opened to Kinley and let her in, her tongue sliding sensuously against his own, so silky and smooth. He couldn’t help but drag his fingers into her soft hair and draw her closer.

  As he did, her nipples touched his chest, hard little pebbles that signaled her arousal. Soon, she would be ready. And he couldn’t wait.

  Though he didn’t want to, Law broke off the kiss. If she kept up the intimate press of their lips, along with the slow grind of her hand, he was going to come. No way was he ready for that. “Now touch Dominic. ”

  He looked up to find that his partner was more than ready. Dominic had shed his sweat pants and now stood at the end of the bed, watching and dragging his cock through his fist in long strokes.

  With a little gasp, Kinley let go of him and turned her sultry gaze to Dominic, focusing on his rhythmic movements over his cock.

  “How long have you guys done this?” Kinley asked, reaching toward him.

  Dominic took her hand and helped her up, then dragged her closer. He hissed a little when her fingertips skated over the sensitive head of his dick. “For as long as I can remember. ”

  Kinley was staring at the little bead of opaque liquid seeping from the slit of Dominic’s cock. She swiped at it with the tip of one finger.

  “We’ve done this since we were old enough to have sex,” Law explained. “Actually we probably weren’t really old enough. I was barely seventeen, and Dominic was sixteen. Mrs. Landers. We were both really hot for teacher. ”

  Kinley’s free hand drifted toward his cock. She flicked him a little glance before she began stroking Dominic with her right hand and him with her left. She was a fucking natural. “You lost your virginity to the same woman?”

  “Yes, pet. ” Dominic’s voice had deepened with every brush of her palms. “I went first and I am deeply ashamed to say that Law went about two minutes after I started. I was young and very inexperienced. I will not have the same issues with you. ”

  She giggled. “I’m sure you won’t. When did you bring Riley in?”

  “When he was ready, about a year later,” Law replied.

  Fuck, she gripped him like a pro, bringing him closer and closer to the edge with every sweeping caress. It was easy to see that Kinley was getting more comfortable with the intimacy of being naked in front of her men. Her earlier shyness had evaporated, and her natural curiosity had taken over.

  “What happened?” she asked.

  “Dominic and I were dating a woman. Jayne. Sweet little thing. Looked like a librarian, but she had the single filthiest mind I’ve ever known. She didn’t even blink when I asked if we could invite my little brother in. She just smiled and said ‘pool party. ’ She could do some crazy things underwater. ”

  Dominic slapped him upside the head, and Law winced. Shit! He was talking about other women. What was he thinking? Oh, he wasn’t. He needed to say something and fix the situation quick. He needed to bring up feelings and shit.

  “But I didn’t care about her the way I do you,” Law swore.

  “Smooth, Law. Very smooth. ” Dominic rolled his eyes, then brushed her hair from her face with a gentle hand. “Pet, what my partner is trying to explain very badly is that we had easy relationships with women we liked. ”