Their Virgin Hostage, Masters of Ménage, Book 5 (19 page)

Suddenly, Law’s hot fingers cupped her mound.

“That’s right. This skin here is so fucking soft. And you’re
getting wet, baby.”

She was.
Kinley
could feel how
easily his fingers slid over her labia. It took everything she had to not moan
and jump and plead for more.

“I want a taste. You’ve already had one.” Suddenly, Dominic
stood behind her. He turned her to face him, then his lips descended on hers.

She opened for him, giving him complete access to her mouth.
As he groaned, his hand found her pussy, caressing her possessively. Law’s ran
over the curves of her ass. It was so decadent to be naked when they were still
mostly dressed. The roughness of Law’s denim gently chafed her skin, while the
soft cotton of Dominic’s shirt brushed her nipples almost like a feather. The
distinct sensations made her tingle. She was so aware, so completely alive.

Dominic pulled back, his hand leaving her pussy and going
straight to his lips. He sucked her cream off his flesh, his eyes closing in a
pleasurable little smile. “She tastes so sweet.”

“Yep,” Law agreed, skimming his lips up her neck.

“Lie down on the bed and spread your legs,
Kinley
,” Dominic commanded. He tugged at his T-shirt,
pulling it over his head and revealing a gloriously cut chest. His sweatpants
rode low on his lean hips. The longer she stared, the more the notches on the
sides made her mouth water.

“Pet?” he asked sharply.

Law tugged on her hand, gesturing her toward the bed. “Lie
down. It’s time to get you ready. We’re going to make sure you’re so wet and
soft that we’ll slide right in.”

They were going to take her body, her virginity. They were
going to merge with her and give her an experience—a knowledge—she’d never had
before.

Kinley
climbed onto the bed and
opened herself to them.

With eager fingers, Law tore at his jeans, shoving them
down. His thick cock came into view.
Kinley
stared,
wide-eyed, as she took in the sight. It wasn’t that she’d never seen a penis
before. She certainly had. Not in person, but she’d seen pictures. Law went so
far beyond those flat, almost inanimate pictures. Thick and fully erect, his
member stood against his belly, nearly touching his navel. His whole body
looked like a work of art, every muscle lovingly chiseled and handcrafted.

He climbed on the bed beside her. “Don’t just stare,
Kinley
. Touch me.”

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 brother 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.