“I’m going to order us some dinner. What do you feel like?” Quinn hovered over them.
“I’m not hungry,” she said listlessly. “I need to tidy up my room.”
Quinn shook his head “I don’t want you going anywhere near that room. We’ll get your stuff.”
She looked up at him and nodded. “Okay. I suppose I better see about moving rooms.”
“No need,” Nash replied. “You can stay here.”
“But what about you? Where are you going to stay?”
“We’re staying here as well,” Quinn said firmly. “Although I might see if they’ve got a bigger suite. I’ll call down. I’ll also order some pizza.”
“Really, you guys don’t have to do this. I’ll be fine by myself. Or I can go stay with Doug.”
Nash pulled back, tilting her face up. “Honey, I’ve been working with you for over a month now and I’ve seen Doug maybe five times. And each time he’s been drunker than the last. There is no way we’d trust your safety with him. You’re staying close to us until O’Ryan is caught.”
Too exhausted to argue, she nodded, falling against him. Poor thing. She’d had quite a day. He rubbed her back soothingly as Quinn spoke quietly in the background.
“Pizza’s ordered. I spoke to Anita too. She apologized for what happened but swears she didn’t hand out your key or see anyone around. It wouldn’t surprise me if she left the front desk and he just reached over and grabbed the keys. They aren’t locked away.” Quinn’s eyes were dark with anger. “I told her we wanted all keys while we’re here or we’d take our business elsewhere.”
“And she agreed?” Nash asked.
“Yeah. I can be very persuasive.” His smile held no amusement. He reached down and ran his finger along Crista’s cheek. “How you doing, Crista? Anita said they’d have a bigger suite available in a few days.”
“I’m okay. Kind of numb. I don’t want to put you guys out,” she said, wearily rubbing her eyes.
“You’re not putting us out, so stop that nonsense right now.”
Nash shot Quinn a quelling glance. Quinn took a deep breath and let it out slowly, obviously trying to calm himself.
“I’m going to grab your stuff for you. You two stay here.” His orders given, Quinn turned on his heel and left.
“Bossy bastard, isn’t he?” Nash tried to lighten the mood.
Crista snorted. “Yeah, I got that after he threatened to spank me. You know, I didn’t take him for someone to make false threats.”
“He’s not. Neither of us are.”
She tensed and sat up. “Well, I’m not going to let him beat on me. I’m not letting any man do that to me again.”
“Darlin’.” He leaned forward, reaching out, but she shied away. He silently cursed Andrew O’Ryan. “Neither one of us would ever hit you. Spanking you is a completely different thing. We would never abuse you.”
Crista looked at him, bitterness tainting her beautiful green-blue eyes. “How do I know you really mean that? One day you might be tying me up and spanking me, next day you’re dragging me by the hair and punching my face while screaming you love me. No thanks.”
Nash stared at her thoughtfully. “Have you had a lover tie you up and spank you, Crista?” he asked, unsurprised by the jealousy racing through him.
She blushed and looked down, not answering. Nash sighed. “I know O’Ryan was a bastard and he scared you. But you can’t taint me and Quinn with his faults. We are nothing like him. Not all men are abusive assholes, just like not all blondes are dumb.”
Nash ran his hand over her hair.
Crista sighed and nodded. “I’m just scared of trusting the wrong man again.”
“I know, darlin’. You barely know us. But I promise you, I would cut my arm off before I would ever harm you.”
At a sharp knock on the door, he tensed. “Wait there.” He didn’t even glance at her as he rose. Nash grabbed a gun from a drawer, shocking her, then moved to the door. Looking out, he saw a young kid in a pizza uniform.
“Darlin’, the pizza’s here, but to be safe I want you in the bedroom, all right?”
Her eyes were wide as she stared at his gun, but she rose without a word. Nash opened the door and paid for the pizza, placing the box on the small table.
“Crista, come and eat,” he called out.
She appeared in the doorway, looking small and fragile bundled up in the large robe.
“Why do you have a gun?”
“Protection. I kept it after I got out of the Army.” He placed the gun back in the drawer and turned around to pull out a chair for her.
She looked at him a little suspiciously. “I’m not really hungry.”
“You’ve got to eat something. Come on, sit down.” Nash continued to hold the back of the chair, waiting patiently for her to sit.
The door opened and Quinn walked in, carrying a suitcase and laptop bag. “Good, the pizzas are here. I’m starved. I’ll just drop these in the bedroom and join you.”
Crista sank onto her seat. Nash helped push her chair in before taking the seat to her right. After opening the pizza box, he placed a heaped slice on each of their plates. Quinn returned, sitting on the other side of her. Nash and Quinn ate while Crista picked apart her slice.
“Crista.” Quinn spoke in a low voice. She raised her face and looked at him. “Is something wrong with the pizza?”
“What? Oh no.” She shook her head. “Guess I’m just not hungry. Did you want some more?” She was reaching for his plate when Quinn grabbed her hand. “I’m full, sweetheart. I’d like you to eat a few more bites though.”
He held a piece of pizza up to her mouth. “Eat.”
She glared at him. He stared back undaunted. Crista deliberately took one bite before turning her head away.
“Stubborn,” he told her.
“Pot meet kettle.”
Nash’s lips twitched at her sassy reply, glad to see some color in her cheeks. Quinn simply rose and walked to the fridge, pulling out a couple of beers. “What would you like, Crista?” he asked.
“Beer,” she replied.
“I thought you didn’t drink?” Nash asked.
“Not usually,” she said with a shrug. “But I would like one now.”
Quinn grabbed another beer. Popping the tops, he handed them around. Crista took three big gulps then set the bottle down.
“Where is everyone going to sleep?” she asked, glancing around.
“You take the bed,” Nash offered, grateful she wasn’t arguing about the arrangements. “We’ll take the floor out here.”
“No. It’s your bed and I’m short enough to fit on the sofa. Quinn, you should go back to your room.”
“No way. You’re sleeping in that bed,” Nash said.
She opened her mouth but he beat her to it. “Argue with me and I’ll just have to forget I’m a gentleman and join you.”
“Maybe we both will,” Quinn added wickedly, his eyes dancing.
“I don’t understand either of you,” Crista said wearily. “You don’t even know me, so why do you care where I sleep and what I eat? The other night you tell me you want me and then you barely speak to me for days. I know you probably regret saying it, but you don’t have to avoid me. I’m not going to hold you to it, you know.”
Nash clasped her hand. “We do want you. We haven’t been avoiding you. We’ve been trying to give you some space. In hindsight, that probably wasn’t the best idea we’ve ever had. Look, honey, why don’t you try to push all of this out of your head for tonight? You’re exhausted and I think you’ve had enough to deal with. Go to bed. Sleep. Everything will be better tomorrow.” He stood and held out his hand. “Come on, I’ll tuck you in.”
Amazingly she took his hand and let him lead her into the bedroom. He reached the bed and pulled back the covers. “Sorry, I should’ve gotten the sheets changed.”
She shook her head tiredly. “Doesn’t matter. I’m so tired I won’t notice.”
Leanin
g down, he kissed her forehead. “Sweet dreams, darlin’. Call out if you need anything.”
He walked out and shut the door behind him.
Immediately he turned to Quinn. “I’m going to kill this bastard.”
Quinn tidied up their leftovers as Nash paced, fuming. “I’m with you on that one,” Quinn agreed as he threw out the last of the trash then sat on the hard couch—damn, his back would be killing him by morning. “She looked so scared today.”
“I know,” Nash replied. “I don’t like the idea of her being helpless against this guy. We need to teach her how to defend herself.”
“She’s not defenseless. She has the two of us.”
Nash turned to look at him. “And if we’re not around?”
“We just have to make sure we are. I haven’t known her long, but I’m sure as hell prepared to stand between her and anyone threatening her. I want to protect her. I can’t imagine letting her go now, Nash.”
Nash let out a deep breath. “Me too. But what if she can’t handle the two of us? I’m terrified of scaring her off.”
“Oh, I don’t think that’s a problem,” Quinn drawled.
Nash frowned. “Do you seriously think she could handle the two of us in full Dom mode? Not just one of us but both? That’s a lot for any woman, especially a little innocent who doesn’t even realize what she is.”
“Like I said the other night, I think Crista knows more than you think. She’s here, isn’t she? We told her the other night that we wanted her and here she is. Plus, have a look at this.”
Quinn grabbed her e-reader and handed it to Nash.
“What’s this?”
“An e-reader.”
“I know that,” Nash said with exasperation. “But why are you giving it to me?”
“It’s Crista’s. When I picked it up it flicked on. It must have been in sleep mode. Look what was open on it.”
Nash glanced over at the closed door. “You looked at her personal stuff? Don’t you think that’s an invasion of privacy?”
“Totally,” Quinn agreed. “But you can learn a lot from sneaking around. Take a look.”
“Jesus.” Nash stared at the screen, his face shocked. “This is…”
“A story. About a hot ménage. A hot BDSM ménage. That girl has some secret desires. Needs that we can help her with.”
Nash shook his head. “Just because she reads about BDSM doesn’t mean she’d enjoy it in real life. This could all be fantasy.”
“Could be. But what if she is interested in learning more? What if the idea of two guys turns her on? We don’t know unless we talk to her.”
“I don’t know. You heard what O’Ryan did to her. How are we ever supposed to get her to trust us?”
“By showing her that we are nothing like that asshole. Look, how about we bring the subject up, see what Crista thinks?”
Nash grew quiet, apparently thinking. Quinn shifted impatiently.
Then Nash nodded. “All right. She did talk about getting tied up and spanked today, and I got the feeling it was more than just a throwaway comment. There was this sort of wistfulness in her voice as she said it. I just don’t want to scare her off. If she runs then we can’t protect her.”
“She’s not going anywhere. We’ll make sure of it.” Quinn took Nash in his arms, kissing him deep. Arousal seized him, sizzling. “Feels right, doesn’t it? You can’t deny how much you love being in my arms.” He gripped Nash’s bottom lip between his teeth, biting down. “I want you. You’re the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Watching you work without your shirt, those muscles gleaming with sweat… Damn, it was all I could do not to bend you over a sawhorse and take you.”
Nash grinned.
“I’m sure the rest of the crew would’ve loved seeing that.” Nash’s eyes grew serious. “Crista’s scared of falling for someone like O’Ryan. She’s been traumatized. She seems to think that spanking is just another form of abuse.”
“Well, we’ll show her otherwise. I guarantee you, she will thoroughly enjoy being our sub. She was born for it. She needs us. I’m not saying she can’t take care of herself, but she shouldn’t have to do everything. Not when she can lean on the two of us.”
Quinn stripped off his t-shirt. He threw it away, watching hungrily as Nash did the same. He tugged Nash’s jeans and boxers down until the other man stood before him, naked, his cock thick and stiff. Quinn grabbed the other man’s dick, moving his hand in long, fluid motions, squeezing slightly. Nash bit his lip, throwing his head back as Quinn continued to run his hand over his shaft.
“What if she wakes up?” Nash placed his hands on Quinn’s shoulders.
“Then we’ll ask her to join us.” Quinn cupped Nash’s balls gently, rolling them around in his palm.
“Damn, that feels good.” Nash moved his hand to Quinn’s jeans. “Off,” he ordered.
Quinn quickly shed the rest of his clothes. He clasped Nash’s face between his hands and kissed him hard, rubbing his cock against his lover’s.
“I missed you.” Leaning down, he swiped his tongue across Nash’s nipple before biting his chest. Nash let out a low groan. “God, how I missed you,” Quinn said fervently.
Nash surrounded Quinn’s dick with his hand. Heat raced over Quinn’s body as the back of his legs tingled in anticipation of the shattering orgasm he knew was coming.
“That feels so good. I can’t last, Nash. Let me, say yes.”
Much as he’d love to simply take control, Quinn knew better.
“Yes,” Nash hissed. Quinn wasted no time. He grabbed his jeans, pulling out his wallet for a condom.
“Turn around, lean over and rest your hands on the seat of the sofa. I can’t be gentle, Nash,” he warned him.
Nash just grinned. “Like you ever are.”
Crista had never been so turned-on in her life. She knew if she reached down and touched her clit she’d go off like a rocket. But then she might miss something and she couldn’t bear that.
She’d been woken by a noise. By the time she’d worked out where she was, she’d been fully awake and thirsty. Opening the bedroom door, she’d encountered a sight she hadn’t expected.
They were beautiful.
Rough, hard, more brutal than she’d imagined. But by God it was hot. Crista watched the muscles in Quinn’s ass bunch together as he pounded into Nash’s ass.
How had she not realized they were gay? But then why had they flirted with her? Told her they wanted her? Were they bi? But why would they want her when they had each other?
She knew she should turn away, shut the door, but the sight of them together held her riveted. What would it feel like to have Quinn pushing that thick cock inside her pussy while she sucked Nash off?
Crista shook her head. She needed to get those thoughts right out of her head.
Quinn reached around Nash’s body, grabbing his cock to pump him. “Get ready, Nash, I’m coming soon. I want you with me.” Quinn’s voice was gruff, powerful. Her body longed to feel Quinn’s large hands on her, to have him look at her as though she was attractive, desirable. His.
“Harder, faster.” Nash pushed his hips up as Quinn enveloped his shaft.
Crista imagined straddling Nash’s hips, having him thrust his cock inside her. She shuddered, on sensation overload.
Quinn chuckled then increased his pace. Suddenly he threw his head back, a low moan erupting through the room. Ribbons of white spurted from Nash’s cock as he slumped.
“Fuck yeah,” Quinn said, his voice breathless. He stepped back, slowly drawing his cock from Nash’s ass.
Crista jumped back and carefully closed the door, not wanting to be caught spying. She stripped off her soaked panties, hiding the evidence of her arousal in the bottom of her bag. Rolling into bed, she pressed her finger against her clit. Thirty seconds later, she bit down on her lip to hold in her shout as she came hard and fast. A second intense wave followed, overwhelming her with sensation. She removed her fingers from her oversensitive clit
and, panting, rolled over and pounded her pillow.
Damn it.
Were they gay? Bi?
Whatever they were, she wanted them. Bad.
“Did you see her?” Quinn asked.
“Yeah,” Nash replied, rolling over onto his back. He placed his arm behind his head and looked up at the ceiling.
Quinn rested his weight on one elbow and, leaning down, kissed him. “I bet she’s masturbating like crazy in there.”
Nash’s dick went hard at the image.
“She’s made for us,” Quinn said with confidence. “You’ll see.”
* * * * *
Crista woke with a gasp, staring around frantically.
Where am I?
Awareness filtered through, slowing her rapid heartbeat. She slumped back. She was in Nash’s motel room. A nightmare.
Andrew had found her again.
What was she going to do? Crista bit her lip, trying to hold back her fear. She couldn’t keep running. One day he’d find her and then what? She’d just let him rape and kill her? No. No. No. This had to end.
Sighing, she looked over at the alarm clock—4:22 a.m. Figured. She always woke up about this time and from experience she knew she wouldn’t fall asleep again. Where the hell had Quinn put her e-reader? She rose and turned on the lamp by the bed, but she couldn’t see her e-reader sitting anywhere.
Damn it. She’d have to ask Quinn when he woke up. She swallowed, her throat dry and sore. Would she be able to sneak past the guys to get a glass of water?
Surely they’d be dead to the world. Especially after all that activity. She covered her blushing cheeks, trying to cool them as memories flooded her.
Lord, was that the hottest thing she’d ever seen or what?
Crista opened the bedroom door and slipped out. She paused as she passed through the living area, looking down at Quinn and Nash sprawled on the floor. Nash lay on his back while Quinn rested on his side, his arm flung over Nash’s waist.
She winced in sympathy. The floor couldn’t be at all comfortable. She should give them back their bed.
Crista tiptoed into the small kitchen area. There wasn’t much there, just a sink, a coffeemaker, toaster, cutlery and plates. What she wouldn’t give for a home-cooked meal.
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