Brogan takes her hand in his and kisses the tips of each finger. She works her mouth a couple of times, but I don’t let her find her voice. I give in to my baser instincts though I promised to take the evening slow. I lower my head and savor the moment my lips connect with hers. Sweet remnants of champagne linger on her tongue when she opens for me, and I sweep my tongue over hers.
I keep my eyes open, and flashes of sapphire flames shine back at me. She breaks the kiss and looks absolutely ravishing with her eyes narrowed on me filled with murder.
“What’s the fine? I’ll pay whatever it is. Hit me with a number. I’m ready.”
I smile. “One point five million dollars.” An amount our lucrative luxury cabin building business has furnished us with and many times over. It’s taken a couple of years to get rolling, but we’re through the roughest part.
Her jaw hinges open. “What the hell?”
This time I step away and let one of the other men take my place. I loosen the knot of my tie; Brogan does the same. I pull mine from my collar at the same time he does and the long black silk joins Kandy’s dress over the back of a nearby chair.
“I’ll ask Justice. She’ll foot the bill and I can pay her back.”
I smile and work the buttons of my shirt open letting the lapels fall away from my chest. “No phone, remember.”
Those fuckable lips of hers fall open and I can’t wait to see her take one of us between those red-stained treasures. “That was your doing, wasn’t it?” She crosses her hands over her chest and tries to act tough.
“You’re stuck here. Our captive for the next twelve hours with extensions of time available should we see fit.”
Ryder steps in and catches Kandy when the force of reality buckles her knees. She looks good in my friend’s arms and my attention is drawn to how her fingers curl around his bicep.
“Captive?”
“That’s right, my hart. You’re not leaving until we say.”
We all knew it would take something powerful to keep her within these walls once we showed our faces. So he hit her one weakness. Money. Nothing to be ashamed of, but as former SEALs exploiting others’ weaknesses is just another day on the job. In this case, it was a necessary evil for the greater good.
“You low down, dirty, no good, scoundrels of men.”
My cock is now pounding at the zipper to be let out. I force a smile and push to the front an air of arrogance. “You’ve summed us up rather nicely.”
She has spirit and I’m up for a good challenge. It’ll make the claiming all the sweeter.
With a deep chuckle Brogan eases away and slides the deadbolt on the door in place.
“All three of you are nuts. You think tying me up will make me have sex with you? Ha! I’ll scream, someone will hear my cries and you three dingbats will be in jail before sunrise.”
“They’ll hear you scream and think you’re having the fuck of a lifetime,” Brogan answers for us and shrugs out of his jacket. I stay back and admire the delightful sight of her naked body when Brogan comes back to Kandy, bends, and picks our girl up over the shoulder.
Fists fly and I think I see a knee connect with a rib. He raises a hand and slaps her on the ass, plops her down in the middle of the room and Ryder comes up behind her.
A flushed, furious Kandy is huffing. She raises a hand to slap Brogan but he deftly catches her hand and kisses the inside of her palm.
“This is not happening. You can’t make me do this.”
Her eyes flash with defiance.
“But it is and by the time we are done with you, you will be begging us to fuck you.”
“Hardly. Did that once and it got me a door across the ass.”
I lift her chin high. “We’ll see.” I refuse to let our past actions prevent tonight from happening.
Together Brogan and Ryder secure her wrists above her head and lock her in padded leather cuffs. Ones I’m pretty sure my sweet butterfly missed on her perusal of the room while she waited. The trunk of toys did its job.
Her eyes shift from me to Brogan and then Ryder.
She rasps a ragged sigh and repeats herself, and I chuckle at her defiance.
“Sex is not an option. Forget it.” But her words are fainter and hold a fraction less heat.
Raspy breaths tear from her chest causing her heavy breasts to quiver enticingly. I visually notice her shiver when Brogan runs his hands down her raised arms and over the supple swells of her hips. She leans into him too and that little sign lets me know we haven’t gone too far. She’s excited even if pissed.
I take the contract Ms. Charlotte passed me in the hallway from the pocket inside my jacket and spread the paper on the table. We each sign on our designated spots.
Ryder passes the pen to Brogan, leaving me for last. They’re already sandwiching our girl, and I stand back watching her lashes fall to her cheeks. “Please, don’t do this.”
Ryder falls to his knees and places a spreader bar between her smooth, shapely legs.
“What? What are you doing?” She jerks on the cuffs.
I’m tempted to release her, let her make the choice of coming to us. But where the fuck is the fun in that?
“Not up for a little kinky foreplay, baby?” Brogan silences her, smearing the remnants of her lipstick with a kiss. They’re both breathing heavily by the time he breaks the wet union. “There’s nothing to be scared of. This just opens you up to a little play. Do the cuffs hurt?”
She hesitates a moment but shakes her head.
I catch her gaze and tip her chin up until it’s only me she focuses on. “I’m a selfish greedy mother fucker. But I’m fair. You get one chance to tell us no.”
Ryder reaches a hand around her middle and spreads her folds for Brogan, who is already diving in to lick the slit of her pussy.
“Mmm, wet and juicy.”
Both of my best friends tweak her body and just plain play dirty.
She gasps and the clanking of chains fills the room.
“In that case, my sweet Kandy, you’ll have a safe word if you ever need us to stop.” I make sure she knows I’m being serious, and I don’t continue until she nods her understanding.
“What is it?” Her voice is resigned to her fate. When her blue gaze meets mine again, I’m leveled from the force of emotion tucked behind those lashes. She may be our prisoner now, but we’ve been hers a helluva a lot longer.
I tap the edge of the gift settled between her breasts. A token of love we sent her on her twenty-first birthday. We didn’t know if she’d toss it in the trash or melt it and make bullets to shoot us with. If we ever let her out of our sight again, both options are still possible.
I trace the lushness of her full bottom lip with the pad of my thumb and work my hand around until I cup the back of her head. With my other hand, I brush her hair to the side and nibble on the tender flesh of her earlobe. “Butterfly,” I rasp in her ear.
I wrap my hands in her silky hair and move my mouth over those pouty red lips. The scent of her, the very essence of her body heat makes the blood in my veins simmer with lust. She moans and I lap up every exquisite sound, hungry for every gasp of pleasure coming from her.
“Then, let’s begin.”