by Marla Monroe
They all took showers in her walk-in shower with Kyle sharing the shower with her this time. She put a stop to his horsing around because they didn’t have time. He grumbled good naturedly, but hurried them along.
They returned to the steak house in Searcy. Once again, they were seated in the middle of the room. She felt the stares of everyone in the restaurant. It made her uncomfortable, but she suffered through it. She would have to learn not to let it bother her if she was going to live with them. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad in Texas. Right.
If the men noticed the stares, they didn’t show it. She took a deep breath and willed herself not to pay any attention to the people around them. They were celebrating. She refused to be the spoilsport.
Once they’d finished dinner, they returned to the house and cuddled up on the couch to watch a movie. Halfway through the movie, Kyle started nibbling on her lips and jaw. West joined in on the other side, and before she knew it, they had her undressed and were stretching her out on the couch. They licked and sucked and played with her from head to toe. By the time they decided to move it to the bedroom, she was nearly crazy with the need to come.
West stretched her out on the bed, and Kyle held her down by her wrists so that she couldn’t move. She panicked at first, and fought it, but he talked her down.
“Shh, baby. We’re not going to hurt you. Just keep you from interfering as West pleasures you. He wants to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”
“Oh, God, I’m already on the verge.” She thrashed, but she couldn’t grab at West’s head to make him lick her where she needed it.
She felt his mouth on her pussy. He drew her pussy lips into his mouth and sucked. She groaned, but it wasn’t enough. Then he licked around her clit, but didn’t touch it. She could feel it swell in readiness, but without stimulation, she wasn’t going anywhere with it. When he entered her with two fingers, she was sure he would caress her hot spot, but he didn’t. Instead, he fucked her with them over and over.
She nearly came when he blew over her clit, but he stopped just before she came. Then he stroked her sweet spot once, and she shot upwards once again. Still, he held off.
“Please, West. I need to come. I can’t stand it. Help me, Kyle.” She didn’t mind begging at this point. She was desperate.
Finally, he sheathed his dick in a condom and entered her in one quick plunge that sent her over, screaming his name. He fucked her deep and hard. She felt her body begin the long climb upwards again and couldn’t believe she could ever come after that one. It had almost made her pass out.
Then Kyle was rubbing her mouth with his cock. She opened her mouth, and he fed it to her. She sucked him hard and deep. Then she teased around the rim. She pulled back, and then sucked him hard back down her throat. He groaned. The more West fucked her, the deeper she was forced to take him. He literally impaled her on Kyle’s thick dick.
Then West began to pummel her until she couldn’t handle Kyle’s dick. He pulled out and played with her breasts as West fucked her up the bed, until she had to put her hands up to keep from hitting the wall. Pure fire raced through her bloodstream and burned its way down her spine to her clit. When he finally changed position and rubbed her G-spot, she detonated and saw stars.
West shouted her name and held still deep inside of her as he pumped his cum into the condom. It set off a miniclimax inside of her as he pulled out.
Kyle immediately gave her his cock again, and she sucked him deep. He pumped it in and out of her mouth, and she let him hold her as he did. He seemed to need to be in control of it. That was fine with her. She wasn’t scared of him or West. They loved her, and wouldn’t hurt her.
The faster he went, the more shallow he pumped, until he dove deep one time and filled her throat with his cum. She swallowed and swallowed, struggling to get it all. Then, when he pulled out, she licked him up and down until she had him clean.
“Fuck, you make me feel so damn good.” Kyle pulled her up out of the bed and held her tight against him. His chest hair tickled her nose, and she laughed.
“What’s so funny?” he demanded in a stern voice.
“Your chest hair is tickling my nose.”
“I’ll show you tickling.” He grabbed her up and threw her on the bed, then pounced on her and began tickling her all over. West returned and joined in. Finally, when she’d begged enough, they let her up. She couldn’t stop laughing, and Kyle kissed her until she’d calmed down.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up. A bath for you, my lady, and showers for us.” West ushered her into the bathroom where he sat her on the counter while he ran her bath. He sprinkled her bath salts in the churning water then pronounced it ready. She jumped down from the counter before he could pick her up, and stepped into the tub with his help.
She slid down into the water and relaxed. She had a lot to do over the next few weeks. Giving her notice at the diner was upper most in her mind. She was going to miss the people who worked there. Well, not Jim, that was for sure. Still, she was excited.
By the time the men were through with their showers, her water had grown cold. She stepped out of the tub into the arms of West holding a towel out for her. He patted her dry then offered to put lotion on her. She was getting spoiled and knew it. Never had she been so pampered.
“We need to get into bed soon. You have to be up early for work tomorrow,” Brandy reminded them.
“Not much longer, though, baby. Then we’ll get you to Texas with us.” Kyle kissed her on the forehead.
They all climbed into the bed, and this time, she rested her head on Kyle’s shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her and held her close. She felt West’s hand on her hip and knew a moment of perfection when all was right in her world. Nothing could mar her mood.
Chapter Nine
The next night was a slow night for her. The afternoon had been fairly busy, but things were slow enough that she was bored. She’d already done all the tables, filled up the condiments, and swept the floor twice. She was nearly falling asleep. There was nothing left to do, so they decided to close a little early. She thought about waiting for the men, but decided they would still be waiting on time to watch for her by the time she got home.
She walked outside to where she’d parked under a light. Hal watched her get to her car, then climbed into his truck and pulled away. She couldn’t get her key to go into the lock. It was as if something was blocking it.
The next thing she knew, someone had a hand over her mouth and nose. She tried fighting, but he was too strong for her. She couldn’t scream, and she couldn’t bite her attacker’s hand. He had it cupped. She tried butting her head back, but he moved back from her. Finally, he maneuvered her to where his van was parked. He tossed her in and climbed in after her. When she started to scream again, he hit her, and she nearly passed out.
He wrapped a gag around her mouth then quickly taped her hands behind her back and her feet together. She fought, but there was no way she could get away now. What was going on? Why was he kidnapping her? She didn’t have any money or family. What did he plan to do with her?
She struggled to try and see who had her, but had trouble turning around with the van moving. Every time she almost got turned around, they would turn a corner, and she ended right back up like she had been to start with.
Finally, the van stopped moving, and the man got out and came around to pull her out. She couldn’t believe her eyes. It was Jim. The fool was going to end up dead when her men caught up with him.
She glared at him and tried to tell him that, but the gag hampered her efforts.
“Not so high and mighty now, are you?” He pulled her to him, then bent and threw her over his shoulder.
He carried her like that down a path and to a cabin of some sort. She figured it was a hunting cabin. He opened the door and carried her to a bed, where he dropped her none too gently. Brandy fought her bindings, but there was no way she was going to get out of the duct tape.
H
e removed the gag, and she immediately sucked in great gulps of air.
“Why in the hell would you kidnap me, Jim? You’re going to be in so much trouble.”
“I’ll be long gone from here. They’re paying me enough to go to Mexico if I want to.”
“Who’s paying, and why?” she demanded.
“None of your fucking business. All you have to worry about is pleasing me.”
Brandy stilled. Surely he wouldn’t rape her. Her heart skipped a beat as she began to shake. She couldn’t handle it if he raped her. She would never be able to live through it.
“I see you’re worried now. You should be. You treated me like crap. I’ll get my revenge, bitch.”
He pulled her in for a kiss. She fought him and tried to bite him. He slapped her. Then he bit her on the neck.
“You bite me, and I’ll make it hard for you. Do you understand me?” Jim yelled.
“You’re not going to force me to do anything. I’ll fight you all the way.”
“I love a good fight. I’ll make you beg me for it before it’s over with.”
“I’ll never beg you for anything,” she spat out.
* * * *
West and Kyle pulled their bikes up to the diner to wait for Brandy to come out. They waited for several minutes when Kyle realized the building was empty.
“West, something is wrong. Everything is dark inside.” They climbed off their bikes and walked around the building. Sure enough, the building looked deserted.
“Where could she be? Her car is still here.” West walked over to the car and cursed. “Her bag and keys are lying on the ground over here. Someone grabbed her.”
“What are we going to do? How do we find her?” Kyle panicked.
“Calm down. The first thing we do is call the sheriff.” West pulled out his phone and dialed the number.
The sheriff and one of his deputies were there in less than fifteen minutes. Kyle and West explained what they were doing there and what they’d found. The sheriff studied the scene and then made notes.
“She was obviously kidnapped,” he concluded.
“Well, hell. We knew that,” Kyle yelled.
“Calm down both of you. Someone will be calling wanting a ransom or something. When they do, you let us know.”
“We’re just supposed to sit here waiting?” West asked with a growl.
“It’s all we can do right now. We don’t have anything to go on right now. I don’t know where to start, do you?” the sheriff asked.
“Fuck!” West crossed to his bike and climbed on.
Kyle was right behind him. They quickly returned to the house and waited.
Nearly two hours later, Kyle’s cell phone rang. He jumped on it and put it on speaker before answering.
“Hello?”
“If you ever want to see your bitch alive again, you’ll stop working on that hotel.”
“This is about the hotel? Why?” Kyle asked.
“That’s none of your business. Just don’t work anymore on it.”
“When will you let us have her back?” he demanded.
“You don’t work this next week and you can have her back, or what’s left of her at the end of the week.”
“You lay a fucking finger on her, and I’ll tear your balls off,” Kyle promised.
“You aren’t in any position to make demands.” Then he hung up.
“What are we going to do?” Kyle asked.
“Not go into work, for one thing. I think we need to go talk to Cole.” West headed for the door.
“Do you think he’ll stop?”
“I don’t know, but we don’t have to.” West climbed on the bike and pulled out as soon as Kyle was ready.
They knocked on Cole’s door at the hotel at a quarter of two. Zack answered the door wearing jeans he’d obviously pulled on, since they weren’t fastened.
“What in the hell are you doing over here at this time of morning?”
“We’ve got a major problem and need to talk to you and Cole.” Kyle ran a hand through his hair.
“Fuck, come on in.” Zack held the door open then switched on the light.
Cole growled but climbed out of bed and pulled on his jeans.
“What in the hell is going on?
“Someone kidnapped Brandy and is holding her to keep us from working at the site anymore this week.” West filled Zack and Cole in on the events of the night.
“I knew something was going on with this job. Too many setbacks and all the problems with our work.” Cole cursed long and hard.
“You’re not going to work tomorrow. In the meantime, you need to figure out what is going on with the hotel. I’ll call the company and work it from that end. Do you have any idea who has her?” Cole asked.
“I’ve heard the voice before,” West said, “but I don’t remember where. It will come to me, though.”
“Keep trying to remember. You figure who it is, maybe we can figure out where they are,” Zack told them.
“Do we bring the sheriff back in on it?” West asked.
“I think you need to. If you figure out who it is, you’re going to need his ability to dig up information to find her.” Cole sighed.
West and Kyle thanked Cole and Zack before leaving. They returned to the house. West ran to the bathroom. Kyle stopped in the kitchen to make coffee.
When West emerged from the bedroom, Kyle handed him a cup of coffee.
“When do you think we should call the sheriff?” Kyle asked.
“Now is as good a time as any.” West pulled out his phone and dialed the number. He answered on the second ring.
“A man called tonight. He wants us not to work on the hotel the rest of this week.”
“That’s all he wanted?” The sheriff sounded incredulous.
“That’s it. We’re not going back, but I want to find her before the bastard hurts her. He sounded like he plans on messing with her. He touches her, and all bets are off.”
“I didn’t hear that, son. You keep me informed. I’m going to do some digging on who would have a reason to keep that hotel from being built.” The sheriff hung up.
“I don’t like just sitting here. I need to do something,” West said, slapping the wall.
“Me either, but I can’t think of a damn thing we can do without information.”
“I’d go and beat it out of one of those guys on the construction site if it wouldn’t look like we’re going to work,”
“Maybe Cole will come up with something from his end soon.” Kyle ran a hand through his hair and sat his empty coffee cup on the bar.
After what seemed like hours later, Cole called. Kyle put him on speaker on his cell.
“Okay, here is the thing. Their contract on the land states that they have to show improvement of the property by August thirtieth, which is in three days. They have to have the hotel finished and ready for business by then. If they don’t, then the property reverts back to the city.”
“Damn, that’s a big incentive to get it finished. So someone wants them to lose the land. Why?” Kyle asked himself more than Cole.
“It could be the city wanting the land back, or it could be someone wanting to buy the land out from under them.”
“So, we need to figure out who, and that means figuring out why,” West said.
* * * *
Brandy woke up to find herself lying on an old army cot that smelled musty and made her sneeze. She was still taped around her wrists and ankles, but she managed to sit up. She was stiff from having lain on her side on the old cot for so long. She wondered what time it was. The window had a heavy curtain over it, but sunlight still sifted through the opening where it wasn’t closed tightly.
She wondered if she could hop over to the window and look out. What would it tell her, though? She had no idea where she was, and even if she did, what could she do about it? She couldn’t tell anyone.
She listened closely to see if anyone was in the cabin with her. She didn’t hear a thing.
Why would Jim kidnap her? She still didn’t have an answer to that question. The next one was where was he and why had he left her alone? He had scared her to death then dumped her in the bedroom. None of it made any sense to her.
Brandy carefully stood up next to the cot and attempted to jump across the room to see if the door was locked. It took all her strength to make it to the door. Once she got there, she leaned against it to rest. Her legs muscles where burning from the strain. Turning around, she leaned against the door and grasped the door knob in her hand. She drew in a deep breath and prayed before attempting to turn the knob. It turned, opening the door, allowing her to fall through into the other room.
She hit the floor hard, knocking the breath from her. Once she caught her breath, she realized there didn’t appear to be anyone in the cabin with her. Where had Jim gone? Would he be back, or did he plan to leave her here to die? Well Brandy had no intentions of waiting around to find out. She rolled over and inched her way to a chair in the living area of the cabin. She used her leg muscles and chin to pull herself up on it until she was kneeling by it. Then she leaned into the chair using her shoulders and pushed herself into a standing position.
Exhausted, Brandy stood there wishing her feet were free. If she could figure out how to get her hands free, she could manage her feet. She hopped toward the kitchen area of the cabin and turned around to open drawers with her hands. She rummaged around in them, looking for something that would cut through the tape.
Finally, her hands found small paring knife. She whooped for joy and turned the knife around to try and saw through her restraints. Twice she cut herself, trying to cut the tape. The blood made the handle slippery, making it even more difficult to manipulate it against the tape. She sawed and poked until her hands were suddenly free.
Tears trailed down her face. She hadn’t even realized she was crying until then. She didn’t bother looking to see how badly her hands were cut. She reached down and cut her ankles free of the tape. She tore it off her pants and stomped her feet to get the blood circulating better. They tingled and burned. Her hands weren’t much better.