Their Virgin Hostage, Masters of Ménage, Book 5 (12 page)

“What?” Law asked.

“Do it,” Dominic ordered in that CO voice of his.

“Whatever. Pay the man, Annabelle,” Law said.

“Law, I’m giving
Kell
a dollar as
a retainer,” she explained. “He’s now your lawyer. As such, he can advise you,
and everything he says is protected under attorney-client privilege. Everything
you tell him is covered as well, with the exception of knowledge of crimes
being currently committed. Do you understand?”

So he was supposed to lie. “Yep.”

Kell’s
voice came back on the
line. “I’m a very smart man. I can guess what happened if the police come to
ask me about anything. Let’s see if I have this straight. You and
Kinley
have been having a whirlwind affair. She didn’t have
the courage to face Greg, and you carried her away from her wedding because she
had gotten very emotional and taken a sedative. She was so incapacitated that
she couldn’t walk. You knew she would be horribly embarrassed, so in an attempt
to save your lover’s peace of mind, you had your brother help you carry her
out. You disguised yourself and hid her in the laundry cart because you were
avoiding the paparazzi.”

Kellan
shouldn’t be a lawyer. He
should be a fiction writer. “Yeah, sure.”

“You two will come home after all the chaos has died down.
Can we get
Kinley
to support that story?”

“Not yet.”

“Ah, she’s still emotional and feeling the aftereffects of
the medication designed to calm her nerves. Well, call me when she’s better.
With so much going on, I understand it could take a day or two. Whatever you
do, I would advise you not to confess to crimes. How is the investigation
going? Has
Kinley
explained where the invoices are
coming from?”

If they could come up with evidence that would make the RICO
charges stick, the feds would take up the case again. The whole idea had been
that if
Kinley
saw how she was being used, she would
forgive them for abducting her. He’d been so sure of that. He wasn’t anymore.
“She’s not talking yet, but then we just hammered her with the fact that her
fiancé, sister, and father have all betrayed her.”

“Is she all right?” Annabelle asked, obviously concerned.

“How would you be if you found out your family was lying and
planning to off you?” Law couldn’t imagine it. Riley, for all his sarcasm, was
such a part of Law, he couldn’t fathom not having his brother around. For all
of
Kinley’s
privileged upbringing, other than
Annabelle, she was utterly alone in the world.

Law wanted her to know that wasn’t true, that someone was
willing to fight for her. She needed a man who wasn’t so self-absorbed or
insecure, who would stand up for her, risk himself to keep her safe and happy.
The woman Mike had met deserved that.

“
Kinley’s
stronger than she knows.
Let me talk to her. Maybe if she knew that I believe this is best for her, she
would cooperate,” Annabelle said. “She knows I don’t have any motives other
than saving her.”

“That’s a horrible idea,”
Kellan
said. “If
Kinley
even once said where she was or
explained that she wasn’t, in fact, still recovering from her emotional bout,
then Annabelle would become an accessory after the fact if she didn’t go to the
police.”

“I can handle it,
Kell
,” Annabelle
insisted.

“Not on your life, baby. You’re not doing this. You’re lucky
we allowed you to be involved in this in the first place.”

“Allowed?” Annabelle wasn’t trying to keep her voice down
now. She was practically screeching. “Allowed! You don’t own me. She is my best
friend. I brought this case to you.”

“And now you’re out of it. If you don’t obey me, we’re going
to have a long talk.”

“I am not one of your club subs,
Kell
.
I will talk to my friend if I want to. And I will lie to the cops all day long
if the mood strikes me.”

“Gentleman, my assistant and I are going to go and have a
brief discussion. I am so happy to hear that Law and
Kinley
are settling into their future as a couple. I will advise any law enforcement
that comes my way to that effect. Unfortunately, I was not given the
whereabouts of your love nest. And Annabelle isn’t privy to any of that
information, nor will she be. Oh, and unfortunately Annabelle has dropped her
phone and stepped on it, rendering it utterly useless for finding the phone
numbers of her most recent calls. So sad.”

“No need,” Riley explained. “This is a burner. We have about
fifteen in our possession. No names are attached to the numbers, everything was
paid for in cash, and they come from completely different parts of the country.
We’ll call in again. And we’ll get rid of this line. Talk to you later.”

As Riley pressed the
End
Call
button, Law could hear Annabelle arguing. He wasn’t sure what was
going on at that law firm, but Annabelle was going to be in trouble. He’d seen
Kell
, Tate, and Eric watching their administrative
assistant like she was a fluffy bunny and they were lions who had gone without
a meal for far too long.

Rather like he watched
Kinley
.

“I’m going to go to the kitchen and talk to her again.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Dominic said. “She needs
time to process all we’ve told her, and we’re probably the last people she
wants to see.”

“I should at least check on her.” He wasn’t going to leave
her alone in there with all the evidence of betrayal around her and no shoulder
to lean on. Law knew to his core that she was a good person whose only sin had
been in trusting the people she should have been able to.

Law turned and walked back into the kitchen, ready to talk
to her, to try to make her understand what was really going on. And he froze
because she no longer sat in the chair in which he’d left her.

His heart nearly stopped, but then Gigi was at his heels,
whining up at him. He looked around the kitchen and saw her. Her body was
facing the large pantry door, her hands covering her face. Though she wasn’t
making a sound, her body shook with the force of her tears.

Law felt something break inside him.

Fuck this. He was done pretending he wasn’t in love with
her. He was done acting as if this scheme was just something he’d agreed to in
order to help Dominic. He was done lying to himself that he didn’t need her.

He’d spent a lifetime being the badass, being the guy who
didn’t feel a thing. He was fucking done with that, too.

Law stormed across the room and did what he’d been dying to
since the moment he’d seen her. He wrapped his arms around her and offered her
his strength. “Don’t cry, baby. I can’t stand it when you cry. I’m here for
you. I’ll make it better.”

Kinley
knew she should pull away,
but Law was so warm, solid, and strong. She felt so in need of human comfort.
The minute the door had closed behind them, she’d stared at the photos they’d
stuck under her nose and seen her life laid out for her. Then the wedding, the
abduction, the interrogation, the kiss, the mess her life had become—all
crashed down on her.

The fact that she’d been alone and crying her eyes out only
magnified her sense of loneliness. Until Law had arrived and given her someone
to hold on to, an anchor so that she wouldn’t continue drowning in shock and
sorrow, confusion and hopelessness.

Sheer need propelled her into his open arms. She’d spent a
solid week getting to know him. He might have used a different name, but she’d
learned about the goodness of his heart. Yes, and his goodness deep down had
her clinging in his embrace.

Then the memory of their kiss made her lift her face to him
and silently beg for another.

Law’s mouth descended, slanting across hers, claiming her
lips and giving her blessed moments of respite.
Kinley
didn’t have to think. She didn’t have to worry. His kiss obliterated everything
else. She only had to feel.

Her heart raced as she breathed him in—a hint of his
aftershave, the mint on his breath, the masculine scents of leather and coffee
and man that seemed uniquely Law. She ran her palms up the muscled slab of his
torso, covered only by the thin material of his T-shirt. Everything about this
man was hard with the exception of his lips.

And his words as he broke their kiss and cradled her face in
his hands, his mouth just over hers. “You’re so fucking sweet. You shouldn’t
ever have to cry. Jansen doesn’t deserve to have you in his life.”

Law sank his hands into her hair, sweeping it from the loose
bun she’d created to keep it off her face. He tugged at it, lighting up her
scalp. He forced her head to tilt up, and his mouth closed off any protest.

As his tongue traced the seam of her lips, she felt a tug in
her womb. He held her still as he explored her mouth. She parted her lips wider
for him, unwilling to let go of this heady, consuming feeling. She’d been
kissed before, sloppy brushes of lips in awkward embraces that had made her
shudder with discomfort.
Kinley
felt none of that
with Law. Everything about being with him was completely different. Totally
arousing. His gentle comfort and rough insistence created an intoxicating
demand she fell into and hoped would never end. He held her as though she was
precious, as if he savored her. His kiss made her feel hot and happy and
restless for more.

Kinley
wasn’t about to end this
embrace with the same regrets as the last. This time, she clutched him tight
and slid her tongue along his. He growled into her mouth, and she felt the
sound vibrate just under her skin.

Encouraged,
Kinley
moaned and
opened wider for him to deepen the kiss. Law didn’t hesitate to take advantage
of her offering. For the first time, she felt her feminine power. Always, she’d
waited, allowed life to come to her on its terms, never even asking for what
she wanted. But as Law kissed her, she suddenly understood the “more” she’d
been yearning for in the bridal suite. She ached to make him growl and moan. To
sweat and burn. To make him hungry for her—like he was making her hungry for
him.
Kinley
gloried in simply feeling.

She pressed her chest to his. Law stood so tall that he
towered above her and nearly had to bend in half just to kiss her, and she loved
feeling petite.

Then a kiss wasn’t enough for him anymore. Law surrounded
her, pressing her against the pantry door with an indrawn breath and a groan.
Again, he seized her mouth.
Kinley’s
nipples sparked
to life, and her head reeled as he took the kiss even deeper, leaving her dizzy
and feeling out of control.

She’d always been the good girl. Her mother had taught her
that she had to be the responsible one because her father and sister just
didn’t have it in them. After her mother’s passing, the never-ending job had
fallen to her. She’d taken care of her family because it was her nature.

But this wild gush of emotion felt natural, too. It felt
right to be with Law.

It was probably stupid. She would likely regret the hell out
of it because he would ultimately use her passion for him against her to coerce
her to cooperate with Dominic’s plans. But right now was for her.
Kinley
wasn’t thinking about what anyone else would think
or say. For the first time ever, she was living in the moment and refused to stop
because she wanted to feel adored, like a beautiful, desirable woman just this
once.

Suddenly, he lifted her like she weighed nothing. She
gasped. No one had picked her up since she was a child.

“I need you higher, baby. Maybe you should always wear those
heels of yours. Have I told you how fucking gorgeous you are? Have I told you
that I’ve been hard for you since the minute I laid eyes on you? My cock has
been in hell.” He stopped, his eyes flaring. “Shit!” He let her slide down
gently, making sure she was balanced. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t talk to you that
way. I should be gentle.”

No way was she ready to stop yet. She pulled on his shirt
with a little whimper. Didn’t he understand? She didn’t want to think or talk
or be gentle. “Don’t you dare. You can’t kiss me like that then ignore me
again. Not yet.”

She couldn’t face that possibility or all the other crap on
her plate now. She wanted to forget, at least for a while. Just a few kisses.
Just for a few precious moments. Then she could return to the real world where
no one wanted her and figure out how to cope as everything fell apart.

“I don’t know how to be gentle with you, like I want to be.”
He smoothed her hair back, staring down at her. His eyes were so blue…

“Just be you. No more lies. No more pretending.” She wanted
that more than anything. She wished that she could simply be
Kinley
, without the everyday responsibilities that caused
her to shove down her wants and needs for everyone else. She could be herself
and Law could be the tenderly rough soldier who took her to a place where only
they mattered. She wanted to be free, even if it was temporary. Even if it
wasn’t real.

“You don’t care that I’m too rough?” He tugged on her hair,
seeming to hold his breath as he waited for her answer.

“How would I know what’s too rough for me?” Nothing he did
felt overly forceful or physical. Every touch felt just right.
Kinley
peppered kisses up his neck, across his jaw,
clutching his T-shirt in her fists. “Please…”

“Baby, you asked for it.” His growl resonated in her ears
low, sexy.

Then she was in the air again. He picked her up, wrapping
his arms around her waist. She had to hang on to his shoulders as he turned and
walked toward the huge island in the middle of the kitchen. He set her on the
sleek black granite countertop and immediately stepped between her legs, making
a place for himself there.

“I was a soldier. Special Forces. You can’t imagine the
things I’ve done. I didn’t go to college. I don’t deserve you,
Kinley
, but I fucking want you. So bad.”

She had the urge to wrap her legs around his lean hips and
get as close as she could. Her whole body felt like it was softening, warming
up, aching to be even closer.

He pulled her in, aligning their hips, making it impossible
to mistake just how hard Law was. His penis nearly pressed out of his pants, he
was so erect. And big. Feeling just how much he wanted her made
Kinley
restless. She writhed to relieve the ache as her
heart tried to beat out of her chest.

Law Anders truly, genuinely wanted to have sex with her. He
wasn’t paying her lip service. As far as she knew, men couldn’t fake erections.
He actually desired her.

And she wanted them.

Oh, god. She’d just thought the word “them.” As soon as she
had, a vision of herself in the middle of Law, Dominic, and Riley had seared
into her brain. They would surround her, maybe even crowd her. They’d boss her
around…but in her fantasy world, they would also adore her. Because they were
all so big, she would feel small and feminine against them. Their hands would
explore her body, caressing and stroking her. It might not be love, but she
could hold onto the memories during the long and lonely days that were sure to
follow her into her future.

What was she thinking? How could she have sex with three
men? The notion was ridiculous. Scandalous. And so arousing that she could
barely breathe.

Law captured her lips before she could think another word.
His tongue surged in, and he made love to her mouth—deep, ferocious, lacking
all restraint.
Kinley
was lost.

He slipped a hand down her neck and shoulders, curving his
palm over her breast. His touch seared her. She melted into him, giving herself
over to the delicious burn.

Law kissed her neck, nipped at her ear. “Do you know what
you want? Where you like to be touched? What gets you hot? Just tell me, and
I’ll give it to you.”

“I have no idea what I like besides your kisses.” Beyond
that,
Kinley
had no way of knowing. She’d spent her
high school years studying and trying to be the perfect daughter. When college
had come, her mother had fallen sick. As she’d slowly wasted away, years had
passed. All she’d known then was duty—to her family, her schoolwork, her
community, then her mother’s legacy.

Never once had she ever simply let go and explored.

“Dear god, you’re a virgin?”

They both pulled away, shocked at the low, masculine voice
cutting through their thick passion.

Dominic Anthony stood not three feet away, watching. He’d
taken off his jacket and now stood dressed in a button-down shirt, gray
form-fitting slacks, and designer loafers. Open at the throat, the white dress
shirt contrasted with his olive complexion. Dominic stood as tall as Law, but
he was built leaner. With jet black hair, fathomless dark eyes, and a jaw that
had been cut from granite, everything about him screamed savage.

She remembered what California Mike—no, Law—had told her
about him. Dominic was the idealist. He’d left behind a pampered upbringing to
protect and serve his country. He’d loved his sister and wallowed in guilt
because he hadn’t stopped her murder. Because Dominic was also a protector, he
couldn’t forgive himself for not saving Carrie. He wanted a woman he could
share with his friends because he’d found a part of his family, and now they
were all waiting for the woman who would complete them.

“I came to check on you, to say I’m sorry for bombarding you
with so much at once,” Dominic croaked out. “It’s not your fault that Jansen is
a murdering asshole. But I really need your help.” He swallowed “I need…”

He watched her in Law’s arms, and
Kinley
couldn’t miss the loneliness and longing as they carved themselves into his
face.

Without thinking,
Kinley
reached a
hand out to him to help him…somehow. Immediately, horror flooded her. Dominic
would likely reject her. He wanted a woman for them all, but not
her
. She had to stop remembering what
“Mike” had said about the man and use her head. Dominic had orchestrated her
abduction. She shouldn’t care if he hurt.

She started to jerk her hand back, but Dominic grabbed her
like a lifeline, his fingers threading through hers as he used the grip to drag
himself closer.

“Goddamn, I shouldn’t do this, but you’re too sweet.”
Dominic’s feral snarl zipped right to the moist folds between her legs. And
they curled around her heart. “Tell me to stop. Tell me to walk away. I need
you to because I fucking can’t. And if I stay, something is going to happen.
The fact that you’re a virgin won’t matter at all. Knowing you’re innocent just
makes me want you more. It makes me want to stake a claim. That is not what I
came here to do, damn it.”

Right. Dominic had come here to smooth talk her into aiding
his justice against Greg Jansen. He didn’t really want to get close to her, not
logically. But
Kinley
could also tell that he didn’t
have the strength to walk away from her. The knowledge made her swell with
power and need. For whatever reason, he desired her. He needed her to ease the
hurt he bore like a scar.

She pulled on their joined hands, and Dominic didn’t
hesitate. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing against her everywhere as his
lips crashed over hers.

He dominated. Where Law cajoled, Dominic simply commanded.
He took full control of her mouth, his tongue surging in. She melted. As he
devoured her, Law’s fingers moved from her waist to her hips to her thighs.
Fingers tickled across her skin, dipped into her panties, then thrust inside
her swollen, slick folds.

Every cell in her being nearly imploded. Nope. She didn’t
have a problem with rough—except that she wanted more. Could see herself coming
to crave it.

Dominic’s tongue surged as Law’s fingers played. Fire licked
along her skin. Her knees actually shivered. Pleasure threatened to overtake
her. She felt dizzy and stunned and euphoric. She’d never known anything like
this, never realized her body could tighten and quake from the inside.

“Make me stop,” Dominic pleaded, his lips playing along
hers.

“Don’t, baby,” Law said, kissing her temple. “Don’t make us
stop. Can’t you feel how right this is? How much we want you?”

She could feel a number of things. From freedom to pride to
a sense of herself as a woman for the very first time. She practically drowned
in pleasure. Law’s fingers still played in her pussy, and he could have no
trouble discerning how wet she was. It would be embarrassing…except that the
lubrication helped his fingers move against her. And it made him groan in her
ear. Which made Dominic kiss her even more feverishly.