Their Virgin Hostage, Masters of Ménage, Book 5 (14 page)

“Gigi, come on.” She turned to look for her dog, but her
little Yorkie was gone.

“She took off with Butch. Sorry, but he’s been nosing around
her all day,” Dominic supplied. “Is she in heat?”

Oh, god.
Probably.
She’d been intending to breed Gigi once before getting her fixed. After all,
her puppy was a pure bred, and
Kinley
knew plenty of
other
AKC
Yorkie owners whose pets could sire. But
Gigi and Butch were totally off plan…just like her ill-fated tryst with Law and
Dominic had been.

Damn it, her dog was likely in heat, and so was
Kinley
. She’d gone so long without sex that she’d been
desperate to do it with anyone. Except that she’d never really wanted to
before. And she definitely hadn’t wanted Greg. In fact, she’d kind of decided
she was asexual—until a few minutes ago. Now she couldn’t get her mind off sex.

“If your dog forces himself on mine, I will hold you
responsible for doggy rape.” Even as she said the words, she realized just how
silly and righteous they sounded. No court would uphold human laws for
nonconsensual canine violation. It was irrational, but
Kinley
was irritated and hurt that her only comfort in life now was apparently off
somewhere trying to become pregnant by some overgrown hound.

Just the way she’d narrowly missed the chance to be knocked
up by a pair of Special Forces soldiers.

The thought was mortifying. She stomped toward the kitchen
door. Riley stood in the hallway, a stark look on his angled face. He’d been
leaning against the wall, his head down. He masked the expression quickly, his
eyes narrowing on her. How much had he heard?

“You want to try me, cupcake? Now that you’ve had some of
the big brothers, do you need more? Or is this your way of trying to gain the
upper hand, disarm us all with pussy? If so, you played the virginal card with
just the right amount of innocence. Bravo.”

So he’d heard everything. Shame filled her. “I want to go to
my room.”

Riley stood in her way. “Are you planning to cry rape now?”

She shook her head. “I wasn’t raped. Not in any way.”

“We both know that, but you seem like the kind of woman
who’ll use every tool in her arsenal to get her way.”

“You don’t know me! And you’re a jerk. Your brother is wrong
about you. He told me how kind and funny and smart you are, but you’re just a
big bully. I’m away from home, I’m scared, and I’m totally out of my element.
Yet you enjoy kicking me when I’m down. Get out of my way so I can go back to
my cell. Then you can go to hell for all I care.”

Law approached her from behind. “I’ll take you to your
room.”

“I can find my way there.”

“But I doubt you’ll lock yourself in.”

The quip made her fume, but she still marched off without
another word, down the hall, ignoring the men behind her. She zipped into her
room and slammed her door. Immediately, she heard them lock her in.

She was alone again. Alone with the evidence against her
family. Alone with a million questions. The fears and doubts started to sink in
once again.

A moment later, Law opened the door, and Gigi padded in, her
pink bow askew. He slammed it once more, locking her in with her furry little
harlot.

Gigi stood at the door, whining a little, probably crying
for her lover.

“Yeah, I kind of want to do that, too.” But for now she
would settle for taking a shower. Maybe when she was clean she wouldn’t feel
their hands on her, stroking her, making her want more of what she couldn’t
have.

She walked into the en suite bathroom and turned the shower
to hot. All her favorite products had been placed there, from her razor to the
shampoo she used every day. Greg probably didn’t even know what color her eyes
were, but one of these men knew that she preferred lavender soap.

What was her next move here? What should she do? What did
she believe?

She looked up at the window beside the shower enclosure. It
was high on the wall, but she could see that the glass in the bathroom wasn’t
nearly as thick as the panes in the bedroom.

Kinley
climbed on the toilet and
was able to just grasp the handle. Holding her breath, she inspected the
window. It wasn’t sealed shut and didn’t have a lock. It should actually swing open
and let her free.

She had to swallow her shout of surprise. She’d found a way
out! In a few hours, she could have her bags repacked and a plan in motion. The
sun would be coming up, and they’d probably still be sleeping. She could be
long gone before they even knew she was missing.

All good news. But
Kinley
couldn’t
help but wonder if, now that she’d found a way to escape, should she take it?

Riley stretched and looked out over the vast expanse of
green. From the wide front porch, he got an eyeful of mountains rising up like
the sun.

Dawn had come, though it didn’t really mean much this time
of the year. Summer days in Alaska were seemingly endless. His system hadn’t
quite adjusted from East Coast time.

The smell of coffee filled his nostrils. He hadn’t slept
much. Whether that was because the sun barely dipped below the horizon or the
fact that he couldn’t shut his brain off didn’t matter. It was all
Kinley’s
fault in the end. He’d thought about her all damn
night. Over and over during the long hours, his mind had played out the
memories of
Kinley
as he’d stood outside the kitchen
door and listened to her shudder and gasp and scream as she came. Under his
brother’s hand. And apparently for the first time.

How the hell had a woman who looked like that managed to
stay a damn virgin? He hated Greg Jansen for various reasons, but he’d never
thought the man was an idiot. Any straight male who could be engaged to
Kinley
Kohl and not keep her in bed for days and days was
obviously a complete moron.

But then Riley knew he wasn’t exactly smart either. None of
them were if they believed she could really want them.

“So she turned away from you?” Riley asked, looking at his
brother who sat in a rocking chair not five feet away.

“She got scared.” Law sipped his coffee, not looking at him.
“It’s not so surprising. She has very little experience. We have to be careful
with her, but she’s coming along.”

Had his brother lost his ever-loving mind? “She ran from
you. She couldn’t get out of the kitchen fast enough.”

Law’s face bunched up in consternation. “No,
Kinley
was afraid, not of me or Dominic. She enjoyed the
way we touched her. A lot, in fact. What she felt scared her. Put yourself in
her shoes. If her own family is willing to betray her, she’s going to find
trusting anyone, especially the guys who kidnapped her, really hard. But she
wants what we’re dying to give her. She won’t be able to hold out for long.”

Law sounded more confident than Riley had ever heard,
assassinations excepting. His brother never worried that he wouldn’t be able to
take out a target, but when it came to women, he often seemed dead inside. Or
maybe Law’s attitude had stemmed from the fact that he hadn’t cared about the
females they’d shared in the past. Maybe he’d always just gone along with what
Riley and Dominic wanted. After all, Law had never brought a potential female
to them. Sure, he’d enjoyed the sex, but he’d never fought for a girl the way
he was fighting for
Kinley
now.

“Did you ever care for Simone?” He’d never asked Law before.
Now Riley realized that once he’d fallen for Simone, he’d assumed his brother
would too…eventually.

Law shook his head. “I find it hard to really care about a
woman who’s completely cold. Now, as a beer cooler, she worked perfectly. I
could set a brew down next to that woman and it was chilled in three point five
seconds.”

Where had the sense of humor come from? “Could you be
serious?”

“All right. Here’s the truth: Simone was interested in you
because she liked having a Harvard-educated man on her arm. She wanted Dominic
for his social connections and his millions. She put up with me because fucking
me was the price of admission if she wanted to keep you two. And she never let
me forget it.”

Simone had said that to his brother? Why had Law never told
him? “When shit got serious, she didn’t want me either.”

Law sighed. “When she turned your proposal down, she claimed
it was because she couldn’t live an openly perverted lifestyle because everyone
would call her a whore. I call bullshit. Everybody already knew she was a
whore. I firmly believe she would have been more than happy to spend the rest
of her life in bed with both you and Dominic. And she would have put up with
me. Your trouble was the marriage proposal didn’t come from the right person.”

As soon as Law had spoken, Riley realized there was a lot of
truth to his brother’s words. God, he’d been so fucking dumb. “She wanted to be
legally married to Dominic.”

“Money wins over brains,” Law said, sympathy in his voice.

“Fuck me.” He felt like he’d been kicked in the gut all over
again.

His brother shrugged. “Look on the bright side. Your brain
still won out over my brawn.”

Despite that, if Simone had said yes, Law would have
sacrificed his heart to make him and Dominic happy. “Why did you let me propose
to her, knowing what she was? Why would you have stayed in a relationship with
a woman you didn’t even like?”

“Beyond the extra freezer space?” Law took a sip of his
coffee and sat back. “You were in love with her. Or you thought you were. I’ve
never felt that way before and I thought at the time that I was incapable of
it. So I played along. And, to be honest, I didn’t think it would work in the
long run anyway because I knew Dominic wasn’t going to marry her.”

“Finding and sharing one woman is never going to work, is
it?” The family they had talked about didn’t make sense in the real world.
Legalities aside, no woman wanted to deal with three men. Not even if she
realized it meant she’d never be alone, that she would always have someone to
care for her. That she would never end up like his mother.

“I think it can, if we handle her in just the right way. Our
strategy has to be stealth. We have to point out all the great things about
having three guys around, reel her in with the sex, downplay the cooking and
laundry, then maybe...”

“I’m serious, Law.”

“So am I.”

“You’ve got to stop imagining that
Kinley
is our dream girl.”

“You weren’t in there,” Law argued. “You were outside
listening. You didn’t see how
Kinley
reached for
Dominic. No hesitation. She saw him and she grabbed on. If you had walked in,
she would have grabbed you, too.”

The door opened, and Dominic joined them on the porch for
the chilly morning, steaming mug in hand. “It was a mistake.”

Law’s eyes rolled. “God, when did you two turn so whiny? It
wasn’t a mistake. It was the first thing we’ve done right with her.”

“Are you serious, Law? She was horrified. She pushed us
away.” Dominic looked fresh from a shower. He’d changed into sweatpants and an
Army T-shirt. It was odd to see Dominic out of his usual suit, and made Riley
realize that the last few years had been a never-ending series of jobs. None of
them had actually relaxed in forever.

“Yeah, after she had her orgasm.” Law’s lips curled up
again. “It was a perfectly natural time for her to run. She’s a virgin, and I
think she feared what came next. We have to put her at ease. And I think we can
all agree she’s a greedy girl who needs to learn her place.”

“Her place? Law, we kidnapped her. We can’t just tie her up
and spank her ass. In a way, she holds our fate in her hands. If she tells the
feds we raped her, we’re going down even harder.”

Dominic was right, and Riley knew damn well just how fast a
woman could turn on them.

The tablet next to Law chirped, and all three heads snapped
toward the device.

“Is that our security system?” Dominic asked.

“Stay calm.” Law was always cool under pressure. “None of
the locals know we’re here. Riley, you deal with this thing.”

He took the tablet from his brother’s hand. Well, thankfully
they still needed him for something.

Mind racing and fingers flying, Riley tapped in the
passcode. He’d modified the tablet to meet their needs, connecting it to the
wide band of security cameras he’d placed throughout the house. They all fed
into Riley’s computer, which then communicated with the tablet.

He moved swiftly through the protocols and discerned the
issue. “Someone tripped one of my motion detectors on the west side of the
house. Probably an animal.”

There was always something walking around the grounds since the
forest wasn’t far away.

“Or Butch, I let him out a couple of minutes ago. He’s been
scratching at
Kinley’s
door all morning.” Dominic
leaned in, looking at the screen. “Can you bring up the cameras?
Kinley’s
room is on the west side. I just want to be sure…”

He quickly brought up the perimeter camera. “What the hell
is that?”

Dominic squinted, his brow furrowing as he peered at an
unfamiliar, out-of-place brown square on the grass, visible on the tablet
screen. “I think that’s one of her roller bags.”

Another item dropped, hitting the roller bag, then listed to
the side.

“Is that her purse? How is she getting out?” Law demanded.

Riley forced himself to remember every inch of the suite
they’d put her in. He’d checked it over himself. And then he remembered… “Shit.
The bathroom window!”

When the owners of the house, the James brothers, had given
them a tour, their wife Hannah had mentioned they’d had the window specially
placed there. It had come from her great grandmother’s home. Hannah had wanted
a piece of her history here, so her men had made it happen. Because it wasn’t
hurricane glass, it actually opened. And
Kinley
had
figured that out.

“That window is supposed to be decorative. It’s eight feet
up,” Riley said.

The biggest grin lit up Law’s face. “Damn, she’s
resourceful. I appreciate that in a woman. How is she going to get the dog
down?”

Gigi’s body came into the frame, her eyes bugging out and
those little paws shaking as she was lowered down.

“Did she tie a sheet around the rat thing?” Dominic asked.

“Don’t talk bad about your dog’s baby mama. Oh, look she’s
got her bow back on straight.” Law didn’t seem upset that their prisoner was
attempting escape.

The minute the dog hit the ground, Butch came into view as
though he’d been sitting just outside the camera’s edge, waiting for his true
love.

As Butch rather clumsily attempted to mount Gigi, Dominic
cursed. “Goddamn it. I’m going to get his ass fixed.”

“I don’t think his ass needs fixing. His dick on the other
hand seems really interested in Gigi. Aw, look. He’s frustrated. He can’t get
it in there with that sheet wrapped around her.”

“Well, aren’t you a fucking comedian?” Dominic groused.

Law sent him a deprecating shrug, then shot to his feet with
a frown. “Damn it, how is
Kinley
planning on getting
out? That window is too high. She’s going to break her neck. I’ve got to stop
her.”

“Wait.” Dominic stayed Law with a tap on the arm. “Would you
look at that? I’ve got to hand it to her.”

“How did she manage to not only get herself through that
window, but fashion a rope from the rest of the bed sheets?” Riley was stunned.
“Shit! She’s rappelling down the side of the house in heels.”

She was trying to run away from her kidnappers in stilettos.
Riley couldn’t see their color on the black and white feed, but he imagined
them as fire engine red. And damn, he couldn’t focus on anything but those
heels. They would make her legs look a million miles long as he spread her wide
for his cock. Well, when someone else did all that. He wasn’t touching her.

“Yeah, and look at that ass in those jeans. Damn.” Law
sighed and adjusted his fly.

His brother was right.

On the screen,
Kinley
hit the
ground and immediately tried shooing Butch away from Gigi. She scooped her dog
up, but Butch just barked happily like it was all a game. They could hear the
commotion coming from around the side of the house.

“Be quiet,”
Kinley
hissed in a
whisper that he heard clear as a bell. “Nice dog. Hush. Go find your master.”

Dominic groaned. “Does she know what that word does to my
cock? Fuck, yeah, I could master her.”

Riley had kind of thought the same. Except he refused to be
led around by his dick like the dog and his brothers by some female destined to
leave them. He was too smart for that. “Are either one of you going to stop
her?”

Dominic and Law just stared at the tablet like it held all
the secrets of the world.

“Soon. I want to see what she’s going to do. I’m at a
complete loss with this girl,” Dominic admitted.

“She’s going to get away,” Riley pointed out.

“Dude, she can’t even get rid of Butch. I doubt she’s going
to make it very far, especially in those heels. They’re sexy but fucking
impractical.” Law pointed to the screen where she was shoving Gigi into her
oversized purse and pulling at her roller bag as she pleaded with Butch to stay.
“Do you see her trekking miles to civilization in those shoes?”

“And that’s if she even knows where to go.” Dominic started
around the end of the porch. “But it looks like she’s trying to head north. Why
is she going toward the forest?”

Riley followed him with Law trailing after. “Maybe she just
wants to find cover.”

Law snorted. “She should want to find a road. I don’t think
she really believes she’s in Alaska. I bet she thinks she’ll walk a mile or two
and find a town.”

“We’re not going to let her get that far, right?” Riley
prompted.

Kinley
wouldn’t do well out in the
wilderness. She would be all alone, and he’d bet she had zero outdoor skills,
like starting a fire or building shelter, much less knowing what plants were
safe to eat. In fact, she might have negative skills since she seemed to think
that her heels were proper footwear for mountainous terrain.

Law left the porch as she hobbled to the side of the house,
giving them a clear line of sight.
Kinley
shoved her
hair aside with one hand and tried to shoo Butch using her roller bag with the
other.