by Kaely Steel
I could sense their lust emanating from the other side of the mirror, fogging the glass. They’d be hard for me. Wanting me.
I inched forward till I reached the mirror, then licked my middle finger and tucked my hand into my tights. My clit was swollen, super-sensitive. My nipples were hard and I soothed them with one hand while the other hand circled the sensitive nub, spreading my juices.
My breath rose and fell. My skin was flushed and slightly damp. I’d never watched myself come before. I felt wanton. Wanted. My eyes lowered, heavy-lidded as my excitement grew.
Maybe only one of them was on the other side. I fantasized him releasing his swollen cock from his jeans and moistening it with the tiny tear of precum on the tip. His big hand would close around it and stroke that bad boy as I stroked myself. Faster and faster. I panted, so close, then arched with a sob of relief. Everything clenched and tightened as sweet release poured through me with a fresh rush of wet heat.
The music hit a crescendo. The following silence was deafening, underscored by the overloud rise and fall of my breathing. The door behind me opened with a click. I whirled, then smiled in welcome.
Chapter 5
LEDGER
None of us complained when our meeting in the boardroom was interrupted by Jenna’s arrival in the gym. Dare obligingly provided her with the mood music for her little dance and we all enjoyed the performance. Good to the last drop!
In my former life I had been a business analyst for a consortium, a damn good one. Too good, judging by what happened when I was deep into analyzing certain practices of a lucrative overseas business. Suddenly I was accused of espionage and thrown into jail and my research destroyed. But they didn’t get the backups.
I hired the best lawyer money could buy, only to learn too late that he worked for ‘them’. White collar criminals are victimized in the prison system. In order to survive, a man has to prove himself. Take on things he would never touch on the outside world.
I’m one of those survivors.
I’ve killed to stay alive.
The Group broke me out in exchange for the evidence I had.
These days I kill when it’s the right thing to do. We all do. We also protect the innocents like Jenna. To serve and protect, as they say. Which included meeting Jenna’s needs. And right now she looked very, very needy.
JENNA
I slowly got to my feet as the gym door opened. Recessed overhead lights made Ledger’s tousled blond hair glow like a halo and emphasized all the different tones of blond, much too natural to be the result of any hair salon visit. I hardly dared believe he was really here.
I glanced past him. “Are you alone?”
He smiled in that special way of his. “No. I’m with you.”
“What about earlier?”
“Let’s just say you had a most appreciative audience.”
I liked the way he spoke to my face and not my breasts. “Do you five bad boys have a name?”
“We do.” I watched him lick his lips and imagined them on my breasts, my pussy.
“That’s good. You’re much too special not to have a special name.”
He moved in closer. Big and solid.
I felt safe. Admired. Cherished.
He picked up a strand of my hair and sifted it through his fingers. “So you think we’re special?”
His breath fanned my face. Fresh beads of awareness dampened my hairline. My heart was racing at a gallop. I smelled mating in the air and the prospect flooded me with waves of anticipation.
“Who decided who walked through that door just now?”
“We all did. We do everything together.”
“Everything?” My nipples pebbled as my insides softened.
He dipped his head in a slight bow of old-world courtesy. “If that’s what milady would like.”
Oh, my. The room temperature suddenly hiked, like ten degrees. “I’ve always been a one-on-one kind of girl.” Which didn’t mean I wasn’t open to new experiences.
“We are here to serve and protect. To see to your every need.”
I raised my chin a notch, liking the sound of that. “What do you five call yourselves?”
“G Force Five. It’s their name for us.”
“Is Thor aware of your serve and protect motto?”
“He knows we’re protecting you.”
“What kind of protection did you have in mind?”
He pulled a condom out of his pocket. “We can start with this.”
I sensed his unrest and stroked his arm. “What’s wrong, Ledger?”
His look darkened. “Sometimes the thing we need protection from the most is ourselves.”
I felt the sharp edge of pain emanating from him, as palatable as a knife cut. “What did you lose, Ledger?”
He stared over my head as he spoke. “I lost my life. My lady. My reputation. My soul.”
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, as if to erase the frown of past memories. “I don’t believe you lost your soul, Ledger.”
He inhaled my kiss before he spoke. “Trust me. It’s what I lost first. And it’s something I’ll never get back.” He picked me up in his arms and carried me over to the pull-up bar. “Hold on.”
I obediently stretched my arms up over my head to reach. The tips of my toes barely grazed the floor. The second I had my hands wrapped around the cold metal he tugged my tights over my hips and down my legs so I could kick them aside. Before I had a chance to move, he secured my wrists to the bar with yoga straps, tight enough that I couldn’t free my hands.
This was definitely getting interesting. “I take it you have something specific in mind?”
He slapped my bare ass with the flat of his palm. Not hard, just enough to make me aware of my naked, vulnerable state and send a shot of sensation radiating to the juncture of my thighs. My clit, already stimulated from my earlier attention, pulsed anew. I felt a slick dampness spread like heated honey from my inner lips.
He slapped me again, harder this time and I felt fresh waves of heat building. My breasts tingled, aching to be touched. My clit was on fire with need. Ledger bent and kissed my ass, then nipped each cheek gently with his teeth before running his tongue up and down the seam.
I squirmed in need. My pussy was dripping. “Please,” I moaned.
He circled me to stand before me. “Please what?”
“Please touch me.”
“Where? Your yummy ass? Your perky tits? Or lower?” He pressed the heel of his hand against my mound, then laughed and withdrew it when I tried to open my legs. To urge his touch where I needed it most.
He cupped the globes of my ass and pulled my hips into him. I could feel his hard, hot erection beneath the zipper of his jeans. I moaned in frustration and tugged at my bonds. Wanting, needing, to touch him.
“Everywhere!” It was a cry.
A plea.
A command.
“Everywhere? I might need some help with that. Who should be invited in here with us, Jenna?”
I could hardly breathe or swallow. They were there watching. All of them! And I could have more than one. “You pick.”
“No way, Jenna. You have to choose.”
“I can’t.” I wanted them all!
He stood in front of me, heavily muscled and tatted arms crossed over his chest, a frown marring his square jaw and full lips. “You refuse. Is that what you’re saying?”
I hung my head, ashamed of my inability to decide. Deciding would be too hard. I was ripe and ready to be taken.
“If that’s the way you want it.” He moved around behind me and I wriggled my ass in invitation. He cupped my hips and pulled me back against him before he slowly, torturously slid his hands up over my rib cage to cup my breasts.
I pushed back into him, feeling the scratchy denim of his jeans against the soft skin of my ass cheeks. My aching nipples almost wept in relief as his talented fingers brought them to life, but before I could glory in the sensations ricocheting through me f
rom his touch my eyes were covered with some sort of silky fabric which he tied behind my head. A few strands of hair got caught in the knot. My skull tingled from the near-pain of my hair being pulled as he tightened the knot. I moistened my lips as I adjusted to the loss of my sight. Were other senses enhanced when one was taken away?
Behind me I heard the sound of the door opening then closing. Was Ledger leaving or a second man joining us? I heard soft footfalls against the floor. One set or more?
The music started, louder this time, a sexy Cuban dance number that drowned out the words of the men with me and made their voices indistinguishable. I felt the heat of their gaze devouring me seconds before I felt their hands.
Chapter 6
JENNA
One of them picked up a bare foot in both his hands. Luckily, I’m not ticklish. At least not there. Flames of awareness raced up my inner leg as he fondled my foot, igniting every nerve ending, making me damp. I groaned aloud when his tongue replaced his fingers, nibbling my instep, licking between each toe.
When he’d finished with my foot he started slowly lapping his way up the inside of my leg from my ankle to my knee. Meanwhile someone else played with my breasts and nibbled my neck in that super-sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder. The music pulsed around me, enveloped me, became one with me to heighten the heat, the longing, the need.
Strong masculine hands were everywhere. My back, my ass, my legs, my tits. Everywhere except where I needed them most. My clit was so hot, my vag open and empty. I could smell my own arousal, feel the tears of frustration dampen my thigh, only to be flicked away by a tongue torturously close to my needy center.
Someone licked my armpits and sent shivers through me, as hands caressed my hips and waist. I felt the soft swish of hair against my breasts seconds before a mouth captured a nipple and sucked, sending divine rivers of sensation to my over-sensitized clit. My breasts and clit were connected by high-charged strands of need and lust.
I felt my cheeks being spread. A tongue darted into the tiny rosebud of my ass, moistening it. A fresh flood of need soaked my vagina just as I felt something inserted into my anus, slowly, gently stretching the opening at the same time a tongue took ownership of my clit.
I lost it! I screamed out my pleasure. Too much yet not enough. Never enough!
His tongue and lips gently absorbed the aftershocks, then slowly built me back up to the brink of pleasure, licking and probing in slow, pulsating thrusts that kept time with the music.
I was too limp to move, spent yet somehow renewed by the time my hands were untied and I was caught and held in strong arms, safe. My own arms were too weak to wrestle off my blindfold.
With me in his arms, he took several unsteady steps before he placed me across a balance ball. I forced my arms to the floor to steady me in front while my feet found the floor behind me. He pulled my hips up and I steadied myself on the ball, already tingling with anticipation of what came next. Despite my recent soul-destroying orgasms, I needed to be fucked.
I needed to feel a hard, hot cock inside me, stretching me, filling me, owning me.
I braced myself as I felt the head of his cock nuzzle and probe my opening, finding me wet, more than ready.
He thrust.
I braced the ball with my hands and feet against the ground as it bounced with every fresh penetrating stroke, intensifying the pressure to my G-spot.
Harder and faster he thrust as my orgasm broke over me, again and again.
I needed to know who it was.
Somehow I managed to rip off my blindfold.
The mirror reflected Ledger behind me, blond hair tousled, face masked in fierce concentration as he pounded into me while another orgasm swept through me. Looking straight ahead, I felt the others in there watching, which sent me skyrocketing into the most intense orgasm of my life as I felt Ledger unload into me.
After helping me to my feet and giving me a kiss, Ledger left the gym as quietly as he had entered. Left to my own devices I decided to go for a post-fuck swim. The warm water caressed my bare skin like gentle after-play and soothed the overworked muscles in my legs and my arms. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the sky through the glass roof, awash in a contentment I had never felt before. I had come home.
I floated, barely moving, my mind busier than my body. Better sex than anything I had ever fantasized about. Living under the same roof with five gorgeous men, all ready and willing to service me. How lucky was I! The reason I was here in the first place, the nightmare I had been fleeing from was all but forgotten.
Dinner that night was interesting to say the least. Ledger was back in charge in the kitchen as if our little romp in the gym- me being fucked within an inch of my existence- had never happened. The guys joked and bantered as they set the table. Everyone seemed to be in exceptionally good spirits. Was that due to me and my little performance in the gym? Were the others planning their moves?
I let my gaze drift from one to the other, wondering the whole time. Which one of them had joined Ledger and I? Would I recognize his scent, his touch?
We had barely finished eating when an alarm sounded. The G Force sprang into action like something out of a James Bond movie.
“Wulff, get her out of here!” That from Hart.
Footfalls thundered on the stairs as everyone raced toward the Command Center. Once there, Wulff stopped long enough to grab a rifle in one hand, my wrist in the other, and hurtle us through a hidden doorway that led to a long, lit, underground tunnel.
I moved at a half-run to keep pace with Wulff’s long stride through the tunnel before we ended up in one of the massive outbuildings in the woods that I had noticed the day I went riding with Hart. A shiny black helicopter held place of prominence in the center of the hangar.
Wulff jumped in and started the engine, then came around and helped me into the passenger side with a mini set of steps. He inspected the aircraft from all angles before he climbed back into the captain’s seat and passed me a set of headphones identical to the ones he put on. Then he picked up a remote control. I looked up in time to see the roof of the building folding out of the way.
“Buckle up,” Wulff said through the headphones. And we were airborne.
Mountains surrounded us on every side as we rose in the sky. I peered out the side window to the ground below, watching as the ranch grew increasingly tiny, like a child’s toy village. There was no sign of movement on the road or the driveway, no sinister vehicles making their way to the ranch.
Seen from up here the ranch house squatted between the mountains, dark and forbidding to the unknown eye, while to me it had proven to be a safe haven with my own private force of redeemers. Despite whatever had set off the alarm, I settled back to enjoy the ride, lulled by the rhythmic whirr of the rotors, and confident whatever threat came from below would be handled by my more-than-capable protectors.
I was able to make out the location of the hot springs, barely discernible through the undergrowth save for an occasional wisp of steam. Once we were a little further east, Wulff tapped my arm and pointed to where a stunning waterfall spilled over a cliff and splashed into a pool in the rocks below before it, too, snaked through the undergrowth and disappeared. The water at the base of the falls was aquamarine blue, so bright it looked like it had been photoshopped. I wished I had a camera.
PIERCE
I’d heard the chopper leave, so I knew Jenna was safe in Wulff’s capable care. It was standard operating procedure whenever the alarm sounded to first ensure the safety of the guest, then deal with whatever was out there. Sometimes it was as innocent as a stranded hiker, lost and off course. Other times it was a very real threat.
The G Force was a covert operation, but we had been warned there were those who would like to see us disarmed permanently. Certain factions hadn’t given up trying to infiltrate The Group; enough reason to keep our guard up at all times.
I was point man, the others circled around from the sides and the rear. By the t
ime we all met up, I had caught a break. I had proof that someone had been out there, more than one someone, judging from the disturbed branches and faintly discernible trail they had left.
Then I got lucky. The setting sun broke through the overhead canopy and highlighted a few fresh drops of blood on a Salal leaf, not yet dried. I snapped on my gloves and pulled out a collection kit. With Dare’s magic in the lab we should soon have an ID on at least one of our recent visitors. I hoped it wasn’t anyone from The Group.
It had been the topic of many a dinner table conversation. We had all read enough into The Group’s recent communication to sense the air of dissention among the ranks of those who controlled us. Together, all of a mind, The Group was a force that benefited the entire free world. We believed in what they stood for; otherwise we wouldn’t be here. But one weak link and the whole thing would fall apart. And us with it.
JENNA
Wulff’s serious air of concentration as he sat at the helicopter controls was a real turn-on. From time to time I found his gaze on me, as if my safety was the most important thing in his world. When had I ever felt that way before? The security fostered by those feelings warmed me from the inside out and chased away any hints of loneliness and isolation. As I studied his profile, darkly serious, I felt an outpouring of lust and a new emotion I had never experienced before.
Love.
Was it possible to love more than one person at a time?
I wouldn’t have thought so, but right now it was feeling very real in my world. I loved all these men. I loved their strength, their protective nature, their wounds and their vulnerability. I watched the way Wulff’s hands held the controls. Strong and capable. I imagined them running across my skin, alternately heating and cooling my need for more.
I wanted Wulff with a need that burned through me. My skin grew hot. My breath rose and fell. My eyes lasered onto Wulff’s handsome, rugged features, willing him to look my way. And when he did the air between us sizzled.