BREAKAWAY (The Dartmouth Cobras) (16 page)

"She's close, Luke." Seb took a hold of Luke's wrist and nodded towards Jami. "We should make her wait."

After drawing his wet fingers from Jami's pussy, Luke sucked them clean, smirking when Jami clenched her thighs together and rasped out a curse. He smacked his lips and focused on Seb. "Why make her wait?"

"If she was your sub, would you reward her for coming here on her own?" Seb smiled at Jami's stare. "You did say you were ready, gatita?"

Jami licked her lips and nodded.

"Good. Then Luke and I will show you what happens when a naughty sub goes to a club alone and two
Doms
decide to steal her away to play with her."

Now that sounds like fun.
Luke grinned. "Yeah, she's lucky it's us."

Seb arched a brow. "Is she?"

The way Jami paled at the implication in Seb's tone made Luke even harder. Props to the place where he'd bought his leathers—his dick would have ripped through cheap stitching.

Rubbing her arms to warm her chilled flesh, he spoke softly in her ear. "Last chance to back out, boo."

"You think you scare me, stud?"

Luke winced. Right. She didn't know about the stupid scene with Silver, when
he’d
called ‘red’ after letting Silver push him too far. Nice fucking control for a Dom. "I scare most subs."

"I'm not most—I'm not a sub." She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Can we skip the labels? I have a feeling you'll have a problem with them by the end of the night."

Shaking his head, Luke caught her wrist before she could move away from him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Her lips curled as she stepped up to him and poked him in the chest. "
You're
not a sub. You're not gay. All the things you're not are going to make getting kidnapped by you two pretty boring."

"Mi cielo." Seb curved his hand around the back of her neck and locked his arm across her chest. "I promise you, being kidnapped by us will not be boring." He wrapped her hair around his hand and tugged so she was forced to look up at him. "But it would be wise to be a little afraid. Luke, I've seen the way you handle ropes—you are quite skilled. You will find a new hemp rope in my bag." He nodded towards a small black sports bag on the ground by the back door of the club. "Please use it to bind our pretty little captive."

"I'm not a big fan of hemp—not unless I have a chance to treat it myself."

“They can be bought preconditioned.”

“Yeah, I know. But it’s not the same.” Luke shrugged as he went to fetch the rope. He unwound it, somehow feeling more powerful, more comfortable with the whole scene, as he played the smooth length through his hands. He hadn't gotten a chance to tie anyone up in a while. Getting the chance to do so again was like picking up a stick for the first time after an injury. Using Seb's rope
kinda
felt like using someone else's stick, but all that mattered was it was in his hands again. A lost limb returned, functioning as it should.

The heavy weight of Seb's eyes on him brought his head up.

Seb motioned him over. "Something simple. Before she's tempted to escape."

Suddenly, Jami was free, and Seb was watching her, a hint of amusement on his face as she tripped sideways. Her gaze snapped to Luke and she inhaled over a laugh. Right before she bolted.

Luke snorted and surged after her, rolling the rope from his hand to his elbow as he ran, his long strides eating across the distance before she reached an old blue Beetle at the end of the block. She giggled, then screamed when he latched onto her wrists, using his weight to hold her against the car as he looped the rope around them and bound her nice and tight. He looked towards the club. No one was outside, and the street was empty, so there were no witnesses to their little game, but the risk of getting caught thrilled him. His heart pounded as he hauled Jami up and slung her over his shoulder.

Now they just had to decide. Seb's car or his?

"Where are your keys, Jami?" Seb asked as he came to stand at Luke's side. "Your car will have to be moved if we don't want to draw suspicion—it is fairly unique."

"In my left boot." Jami gasped before pressing her face against Luke's back. "Please, please just get me out of here before someone comes out. If anyone sees me . . . ."

"Yes, gatita, I know." Seb's lips thinned. "I told you I do not care who your father is, but we're both well aware of the risk to my—and now Luke's—career if he learns of any of this. Consider that before you do anything so foolish again."

Luke heard Jami swallow. Felt her nod. Her body went slack as she whispered, "I'm sorry."

Seb nodded, then got the key out of her boot. He gave Luke directions and slapped his shoulder before climbing into the car.

Jami didn't speak again until Luke had her buckled into the backseat of his own car, parked the next street over. Before he closed the door, she bit her lip and looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Don't think I'm a freak, '
kay
?"

He blinked and reached out to touch her cheek. "Why would I think that?"

"Normal chicks don't do stuff like this."

A wide grin spread across his lips. "A normal chick wouldn't interest me. Or Seb I think. And listen, either of us start analyzing things and we might as well call it a night. I'm trying not to think too much. The morning is for regrets."

She smiled. "Very true."

"But if you want to go home, just say so. No hard feelings."

"I don't want to go home." She took a deep breath. "Just drive. Get me to Sebastian's place before I change my mind."

"Yes, ma'am." He leaned over to give her a quick kiss and spoke against her lips. "I should say all kinds of pretty words, but I can't think of anything but spreading your thighs and putting my mouth on your cunt. A nice guy would take things slow, but I'm not a nice guy, Jami."
 

 
Her teeth caught his bottom lip. She tugged lightly on it, then teased him with her tongue, backing away with a laugh when he groaned. "If you were a nice guy
I
wouldn't be interested."

Hell, he could fuck her, right here, right now, and she probably wouldn't object. Why he held back freaked him out a bit, but he managed to get behind the wheel and drive straight to Seb's place without being too tempted to pull over and have his way with her. He wanted to see what Seb had planned. For them both.

Which was pretty messed up. But he couldn't find it in him to care.

Chapter Seven

Sebastian made himself comfortable on his brown leather sofa, heavy black bathrobe parted to reveal his bare chest and black boxer briefs. His lips curved slightly as he pictured the looks on Jami and Luke’s faces when he’d found them in the alley. At first, he’d been furious. The game had seemed so real. But Luke coming quickly to her defense, Jami being so honest about her feelings, had him seeing them both in a very different light. They were beautiful together, Passionate and playful.

But they need me.

The way they touched, and kissed, was wild, desperate, like the starving served a feast. He’d arrived just in time to stop them from devouring what should be savored. They had a spark between them that would flare up and burn out untended, leaving nothing but smoke and tears.

He couldn’t be sure a relationship between the three of them wouldn’t end the same. But he could make sure no one was hurt tonight.

As a car pulled in on his quiet street, he
steepled
his fingers under his chin. Laughter preceded them to the front door of his house. A knock and the door swung open. He smiled, pleased that he'd read Luke right. The young man knew he was welcome here and didn't hesitate before carrying Jami over the threshold.

Jami's lips parted as she caught sight of him. She tugged at her bound wrists as Luke set her on her feet. "Sebastian, I want to—"

"Quiet." Sebastian shrugged off his robe, letting it fall to the sofa. "You do not speak unless you are asked a direct question.” He arched a brow as she gaped at him, then continued when her mouth snapped shut. “Luke, our prisoner is rather overdressed."

"I agree." Luke turned her to face the wall and undid the ropes. He kicked them aside when they fell and raked his fingers into Jami's hair, using it to keep her in place. "You have a choice. Either strip on your own or I'll cut your clothes off. Which means you'll be naked for as long as we have you."

"I'll take them off." Jami sagged against the wall when Luke released her. "Just . . . I need to call my friend. Akira. I promised I would when I got home. I don't want her to worry."

Sebastian inclined his head and sat back as Luke joined him on the sofa. Jami pulled her cell phone from her boot and paced as she spoke to her friend in a hushed voice, nodding and giggling before hanging up. He took a moment to admire her, standing there before them with her feet shoulder width apart, tough in stance and wardrobe, her eyes filling with uncertainty as he and Luke waited.

Luke, for his part, didn't remind her of the choice she'd made. Slouched back on the sofa, he rested his ankle on his knee and absently scratched the golden stubble on his jaw. He showed a great amount of patience for one so young. Then again, Sebastian had seen some of that patience on the ice, when the man held on to the puck to make a calculated shot or pass. He had the qualities of a good Dom. Only lacked the self-assurance.

They could work on that together.

Letting out a long-suffering sigh, Jami put her hands on her hips and frowned at him. "What are you waiting for?"

"You were told to strip, gatita." Sebastian gave her a slow, indulgent smile. "Do you require assistance?"

"No, I just thought . . . ." She glanced over at the door. "This whole scene—"

"Try for the door and I will hurt you." Sebastian rose and prowled towards her, languorously cutting off her escape route. "I assumed you would do as you were told to save yourself some pain. Was I mistaken?"

She shook her head, taking a step back for each one he took forward. Her hand hovered over her throat. She didn't seem to notice that Luke had slipped up behind her until her back hit his chest. With a little yelp, she spun around.

"You're in a lot of trouble, little girl." Luke's eyes took on an evil glint. "Do you have any idea what we're going to do to you?"

"N-no." She reached around blindly and exhaled loudly when Sebastian took her hand. Her light laugh sounded relieved. "Sorry, this is suddenly a lot more intense than I thought it would be."

Sebastian smiled, pleased that she found reassurance in holding on to him. He stroked her knuckles with his thumb. "The game can be very intense, mi cielo, but you can end it with 'red' if you need to."

"I know." She squeezed his hand, then squared her shoulders. "I promise, if you let me go, I won't tell anyone. Please
please
don't hurt me!"

Her acting skills left much to be desired, but it didn't matter. She was ready for him to go back 'in character'. "I don't think we can take your word for it. If I am going to risk being traded somewhere like Columbus—" He pressed his lips together to hold in a laugh when both Jami and Luke shuddered. "You are going to make it worth my while. You have five seconds to remove your clothing."

"Or what?"

"Or I will let Luke cut them from you as he said he would. Then I will tie you to my bed and we will take turns fucking you." His lips curved as her eyes widened. "Once we're done for the night, I will lock you in a cage and we will see if you are more cooperative in the morning."

She licked her bottom lip as though considering her options. Which, strangely enough, made him even harder. Few of the women or men he'd played with in the past enjoyed such extremes. Then again, part of the attraction was that Jami was different.

But she wasn't ready for that.

"Think carefully,
putita
." He growled close to her ear. Her pulse sped up at the insult and her short breaths became a shallow
pant
. His words excited her. "You will be locked in the cage without food or water until we decide to give it to you. We will control everything you do until we decide to release you."

Luke had paled slightly, but he nodded as he moved to Jami's side and framed her jaw with his hand. "You'll have to beg just to take a piss."

"Fuck." Jami held her breath, then lowered her eyes. "I don't want that. I'll cooperate."

Sebastian folded his arms over his chest. Luke stepped away.

Jami tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth as she unzipped her short jean skirt. She eased it down, then crouched to unbuckle her boots. A flush spread over her cheeks as she straightened and unclipped her bra. Her small breasts were pale, with tiny rose colored nipples, nice and erect either from arousal or from the chill temperature of his house. He liked the air indoors somewhat crisp and had opened the windows a crack as soon as the snow began to melt outside.

But Jami would be warm soon enough.

Her bra hit the floor. Her black lace panties followed after she stepped out of her boots. He expected her to cover herself with her hands, but instead her chin hiked up. "
Whatcha
gonna
do with me now, big boy?"

He gave her a hard look. "I will gag you if you speak again. On your knees,
puta
."

"Hey." Luke frowned as Jami lowered to her knees. "Maybe she doesn't know what it means, but I don't like—"

"I know what it means." Jami ducked her head and her blush darkened. "Believe me, if it bothered me, I would say so."

Luke nodded slowly. "Pause on the gag thing—I need to clear this up." He glanced at Sebastian, then took a knee in front of Jami. "Verbal humiliation turns you on? Anything not work for you? Cunt, whore, bitch—"

"It's all good. Still don't think I'm a freak?"

A freak?
Sebastian’s fist clenched at his side. He wanted to meet whoever had made her think that of herself. It took all his strength not to demand a name. Thankfully, Luke took her words in stride.

Grinning, Luke touched her cheek. "I think you're a dirty little slut.
Our
dirty little slut. I can't promise not to kill anyone else that calls you that."