by Simone Sinna
Zac paused, seemed to be thinking. “Honestly, I was thinking sex. You are seriously hot, but then you know that, right? But see, I recognize something in you. Like recognizes like.”
Savannah leant back into the shadows, disturbed that he was putting into words something she had been trying to get her head around. Why Zac had had her feeling edgy all evening, on top of the whole abduction and father-finding issues. She had never considered a threesome. But these two guys? Her heart started racing and her stomach twisted painfully. No one was that lucky. She already knew Ben was perfect physically, that they were in tune. But add in the mystery and inscrutable qualities that Zac radiated, sex would be at the very least unpredictable. She shivered. But she wasn’t sure that her worries weren’t deeper, that these two men had the capacity to entwine her in a dose of magic.
“Ever wondered why you get restless?”
Ben, returning to the table, had heard the question and looked at his stepbrother first, then Savannah.
“I’m sorry, Ben,” she said. “I like you a lot, could maybe even love you. But I don’t want to hurt you and I know I would. Never figured it out why I do it, but I run.”
Ben sat down. “Just like Zac.”
Savannah exchanged a glance with Zac. “You ever figured out why?” she asked him.
“Yes,” said Zac carefully. “So going back to the threesome idea”—Ben merely raised an eyebrow—“I admit it was sex on my mind, but maybe it would work longer term, who knows, for people that got…restless.”
* * * *
She couldn’t sleep. She lay on her back on a single bed in a threadbare single room that had been used by generations of students, her mind going around and around in circles. When she did start to drift off she woke startled, with the sound of a gunshot in her head and a feeling that the bear and the footballer were closing in on her, and someone she pictured as Hezekiah with a long beard and a fanatical look leering in towards her. To distract herself and bring her breathing back to normal she thought about Zac and Ben and then Ben and Zac. It wasn’t helping calm her much because she kept picturing them naked. Finally she thought they were both adults and what the hell. She slipped out of bed, naked as her underwear was drying over the heater and the clothes-buying spree hadn’t extended beyond the essentials, and found a towel to wrap around herself. Trembling, she walked across the corridor and opened the door opposite, closing it softly behind her.
Zac was awake as somehow she knew he would be, lying on top of the bedclothes in the overheated room, arms behind his head. The blinds hadn’t been drawn and there was enough ambient light shining through to make out the silhouette of his body, longer and leaner than Ben’s.
“Are you sure?” His voice was softer, kinder than she had heard it. Probably because he knew she wasn’t sure at all. Savannah looked at the other single bed where Ben was lying on his front, the curves of his butt taut. He seemed strangely vulnerable.
“I don’t want to hurt him.”
“You won’t. This makes it clear. He will think about it and decide for himself, and in the meantime he gets to enjoy the benefits of always knowing it wasn’t ever going to be apple pie and ice cream and bringing you home to Mom.”
Savannah hesitated still. “It would be the same mom.”
“Yeah, and believe me, she wouldn’t blink.”
Savannah grinned. “You take after her, right?”
She felt rather than saw his smile. “You’d better believe it.”
She took a step forward.
“There’s something else you should know.”
Savannah wasn’t entirely sure she could process anything more.
Zac sat up, propped himself back against a bed head that looked likely to give way. It creaked and Ben stirred.
“I might like it kinkier than you’ve experienced.”
Savannah’s tremble moving through her body must have been visible even in the dark. She felt herself getting wet.
“But you always have the option of—”
“—a safe word?” Savannah felt like she was in one of her favorite books. Weren’t they meant to be fiction?
Zac grinned. “Yes. You also need to know I’ve had a full checkout and am clean but I can find a couple of condoms if you’d prefer?”
She shook her head. If you couldn’t trust the word of the FBI what hope was there?
“Want to select a safe word?”
Savannah thought for a moment. She’d only ever read about this, so had never actually had one herself. “Bulldog,” she said finally. Appropriate to where they were if nothing else. “I just need to say it, right, to be safe?”
“Yes.” It was Ben’s voice this time. He had rolled over on his side, propped up on one side. “And if you don’t trust that to protect you, you know you can rely on me.”
She did. She dropped her towel and knelt in front of Ben and kissed him, reminded herself of his taste and steadied in the memory of the one night that they had had together. She heard Zac behind her, felt his hands underneath her armpits lifting her up.
“From now on, I call the shots,” he said.
Savannah let her body relax back into his, warm and hard, his hands coming over each breast, his head bent and tongue thrusting into her ear. “What would you like Ben to do to you?” he whispered.
“Touch you here maybe?” Ben’s hands brushed her inner thighs from where he sat on the bed, as he spoke.
“Yes please.”
“I think we should make her wait, make sure she’s really ready,” said Zac, pinching her nipples.
Ben stood up, sandwiching her between them. He took her face in one hand and kissed her, tongue opening her mouth and exploring her, tasting her and imprinting himself on her memory. He looked at Zac and a silent message passed between them. Savannah was burning up with her need on them, their body heat on either side of her fueling the desire. She could feel Zac’s cock hard behind her as he pulled her hips into him, the cock laying between her butt cheeks and rubbing. In front of her Ben knelt and took a nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking while a hand caressed the other. From behind, Zac’s hand curved around her hips and over her pubic hair, pulling her hard towards him as he ground his cock up and down her crack.
Ben’s sucking was getting harder. He changed breasts, this time biting the new nipple hard. Savannah let out a gasp.
“I think that maybe she likes it a little rough,” Ben murmured, and bit her again. This time Zac’s hand went to her clit, circling briefly in an urgent manner. She stiffened as electrical feelings travelled up and down her body as if she’d just been rewired.
“I think, kid,” said Zac, “you might be right. But she’s in danger of coming too early.”
“We could let her come early, more than once even.”
Zac laughed, a deep and intensely meaningful laugh, only she didn’t know what the meaning was. She felt her juices start to run down her leg.
“She’ll need to earn that.” Into her ear he added, “If you come before I give you permission you get spanked.”
Right now Savannah wasn’t sure if that would be a good or bad thing. She ground her hips against his fingers, wanting them deep inside her. Instead he pulled his hand away and stepped back. “Over by the door,” he ordered.
Ben gave her nipple one last suck and leant back to give her space. She walked to the door, feeling self-conscious, and stood there, arm over her breasts, watching Zac.
“Not like that.” The softness had gone. He was all FBI. “Turn around, arms up on the door,” he said. He walked over to her, and she could feel him just behind her. “Feet back a little.”
Savannah did as she was told, heart beating so loudly she was sure he could hear. Suddenly his foot kicked between her legs so she had to step apart to keep her balance.
“Good girl,” Zac said. “Just like I like my subjects to be frisked. And it won’t be my female staff doing this deeply, ah…” his voice quietened and his mouth went to her ear “…personal
exploration.”
He left her standing there for a moment and she pictured him commanding Ben with a look. Ben moved to her left as Zac moved to her right.
“Stay completely still. If you don’t, do you know what will happen?”
Savannah gulped and shook her head.
“Even if you so much as shake your head, understand? I will take great pleasure in punishing you.”
Her stomach tightened. She said bulldog in her mind, reminding herself.
Ben knelt down, his hands starting with her feet, tickling and brushing them. Zac licked her ear, before kneeling down, slightly towards her back as Ben went slightly forward. She felt Zac opening up her butt cheeks and steeled herself, but it was his tongue she felt on her ass as his fingers bit deep into her flesh, exposing her. Ben’s hands were now on her thigh, teasing her by brushing close to her cunt but never quite getting there and always withdrawing. She fought hard to stop herself moaning, to stop her knees bending. Then Zac’s fingers, without warning, trailed right over her pussy and her knees did buckle slightly, his arm going around her waist to stop her dropping further.
“Very naughty. Not only are you a sopping wet mess, but you moved. And that has to be punished.”
Savannah closed her eyes. What on earth would he do? She felt his wet fingers rub her ass and suddenly they were hard inside her. She gasped. No one had ever touched her there before, none of her vanilla-sex boyfriends. Then he slapped her ass cheek, hard. The electrical circuits through her body now seemed to go crazy, sending signals that made no sense. Pain? Yes, but it seemed to add to the other sensation, the desperate craving to have her cunt filled. Ben’s hand now went to her clit, circling hard. She moaned and swayed, and Zac slapped her again.
“Seems to me she’s enjoying it, what do you think?”
Ben’s finger now dipped into her juices. “Reckon so,” he agreed.
They’d take her now, surely, was all Savannah could think, but instead they both knelt back, pausing to enjoy the view.
“Lean forward more,” Zac said.
Savannah moved her feet back a little, the door now taking her weight.
“That is one hell of a cute ass,” said Ben.
“And a very hot pussy too.”
Take me then, Savannah wanted to scream.
Hands, she wasn’t sure whose, rubbed over her asshole, then the others glided across her pussy that was thick with her juice. Ben wriggled to kneel between her legs, his back against the door, before he leant forward and opened her pussy lips with his fingers. Savannah felt her legs trembling as his mouth and tongue went to her cunt. Zac knelt behind her and with one arm supporting her, his fingers pushed hard into her anus.
Savannah moaned and wriggled. Zac had no hand free to slap her so instead he pushed into her all the harder, this time three fingers, stretching her until she wasn’t sure she couldn’t take any more.
“I think your ass needs a cock,” he said, fingers withdrawing.
Zac stood up behind her, Ben at the same time moving to get between her and the door. He kissed her mouth as Zac’s lips went to her ears and neck, biting hard.
“I’m going to let Ben take you,” said Zac. “I’m even going to be generous and let you come.”
Ben pulled her hand to his cock. She felt it hard, more than ready for the job. He bent his knees so she could angle it and brush it across her pussy. “Oh yes,” he said, grabbing her hips. Savannah wriggled, and Ben thrust as she did, entering her and sending waves of pleasure through her. “Oh yes honey,” Ben said again, as he moved his hips in time to hers. Zac bit her ear hard again and she gasped, then he slapped her and her own gyrations sped up. She suddenly let herself go and found that just the reminder of the second man being there while the other speared her had sent her mind off in a direction that hadn’t allowed her to hold on any longer. Then the slap had clinched it. Ben eased off, still not satiated, waiting for her to get her breath. Then he thrust again, harder, and this time Zac was hard up against her back, his cock spreading but not opening her asshole, hands on each nipple, pinching hard.
The feeling was like nothing she had ever experienced. It was like half her brain was sending out pain warning signals while the other half was yelling, shrieking, screaming for more. Ben picked up on her accelerating desires, however confused, and pulled her hard over his cock, ramming up deep inside her. As he let himself go, so too did she, the feeling so intense it was exquisite. It had her so wired she took a minute to wind down from it.
“Not done yet baby,” said Zac in her ear. He gave her a moment more, then taking the juices from her thighs rubbed hard over her ass and opened her butt cheeks with one hand as he angled his cock to take her.
She wasn’t ready, gasped, but then her pelvic muscles clamped down over Ben’s cock that was still deep in her. She marveled that she could have them both at once, and that the feeling of being filled and owned like this was, rather than claustrophobic or overwhelming, strangely liberating. She leant into Ben, mouth on his, her pelvis rocking to and fro as Zac thrust. Though she hadn’t thought it possible, her nerves started again to scream through her. She felt Ben responding again. She wondered if that was even possible, but her thoughts were so scattered and dominated by confusion she was unable to stay with anything for any length of time.
Ben, as best she could guess, was climaxing again, lost in her and the moment. She couldn’t tell with Zac, whose energy seemed unchanged, hard and wanting the pleasure to last. But when he slapped her again she figured maybe this was an indication he needed her to rise to meet his level of energy, that he too was going to release. Her eyes were closed. A thought from nowhere said you are really bad followed by who better to take care of you than two lawmen and she was set off again, crying out as the level of energy and tension crescendoed. Zac came first, and as his rocking slowed she clamped her muscles hard and they spasmed, quickly and intensely.
“That was amazing.” Ben broke the silence. He kissed her, and gently picked her up and laid her on his bed.
Zac came past and their eyes locked, neither saying anything. They didn’t need to.
Chapter Eight
They came up with thirty-five Todd Wilsons. On birth dates they comfortably excluded twenty-two. That left thirteen, rather ominously, born between 1950 and 1960, and they went first for the ones that were at Yale at the same time as Hezekiah. Ben was on one computer checking out all the alumni references, that included clubs, the degrees they did and in some cases “where are they now” trivia. When their names and dates came up Savannah was Googling them on another computer, mainly concentrating on images, and Zac was on a third computer using FBI access to check driver’s licenses, birth and death certificates. He could go onto bank details if he had to, but not without alerts being set off. He was waiting for the one they really thought it was, then it would be justifiable.
One Todd Wilson from Idaho looked good for a while. A faint image of him in the baseball team in the back row showed coloring and build to be right. Savannah found a more recent image on Linked In where he had put on a lot of weight in that middle-aged businessman way that suggested bad food and worse exercise habits. He’d had two wives and five children, a banker. There was a strong underlying sense that he hadn’t done well in the global financial crisis and taken other people down with him. Savannah grimaced, reminding herself that she didn’t have to ever meet this father, and that he may be every bit as unsavory as Sal. Prince was unlikely, boring probable, and a dangerous crook if they were unlucky. Right now the main reason to find him was no longer childhood curiosity, it was to save her life. Either find him or bring in Hezekiah, and the latter wasn’t going to happen until the man from the South messed up.
“The car in New York was stolen,” Zac informed them after one of many phone calls he took through the day. “Found abandoned in Queens. No prints.”
“Any IDs from your photo?” Ben asked.
“No, not Hezekiah’s usual suspects. But then we think he go
t Ben involved too, so he’s either running short or using people without connections.”
“I still don’t get why he would risk pulling in a decorated cop,” said Savannah. “No way was he going to convince Ben to kidnap me.”
“I don’t think that was the intention originally,” said Ben. They both looked up from their screens. “Remember I was asked to do a very simple task. Surveillance on Corey.”
“Who is tied with Hezekiah.”
“Exactly, so easy to convince me this was a legit job.”
“But he tried to kidnap me right in front of you.”
“Because he didn’t know his uncle didn’t trust him. I don’t think that was what he had been instructed to do. He was just meant to get the backpack. I wouldn’t have stopped him doing that.”
“You think Corey decided he’d play with the merchandise?”
Ben nodded grimly. “Which, as it happened, then led to the other reason Hezekiah got me involved.”
“Which was?” asked Savannah.
“That I am good at what I do, and I had been told not to lose you.”
Savannah grinned. “Seemed to remember making it to New York without you knowing.”
“Game, set but no match.” Zac went back to his search.
“I’m here now, even if it was via using the connection with Zac. He wouldn’t have known about that connection as Zac comes up everywhere as an insurance agent, but as a cop he’d think I’d have sources. The night in the hotel he had been ringing me frantically. There were messages left after I had told him I was with you in a motel in San Jose. When I did speak to him that morning he told me to pull out. Unfortunately for him though, I, or indeed we both, spotted Corey. It was Corey that was going to abduct you, always was.”
“Hold on,” said Savannah, frowning. “Hadn’t we decided Hezekiah just wanted the backpack?”
“Initially. But either what he wanted wasn’t there, maybe the photo, or else he did want you too, just after he’d gotten rid of me.”