Chapter Eleven
Chance looked around the house for something to do. He didn’t want to go out and get a beer. Movies sounded stupid right now and he was so mad at himself. But on the bright side Dylan had texted with Bubbles and she said she would talk with them. That was something. He wanted to text her, but wasn’t sure what to say. Just as he decided to take a shower and headed to the bathroom, there was a pounding on the front door and someone called his name.
“Chance, Dylan, open the damn door. Hurry.” Running to the door, he opened it to find two women who were now holding up Bubbles. Without question he reached for her, picking her up. He yelled for Dylan and brought her into the living room, laying her on the couch. She looked a little pale and smelled of alcohol. Looking at her, he suddenly knew what she was doing tonight and that didn’t sit well with him at all. She went back to the bar where she went with Dylan the other night.
Dylan came running into the room then he was checking her pulse. Her eyes were closed and she didn’t seem too messed with. He asked the girls what happened.
“We have no clue what they gave her. We have some footage from her earrings, these guys are into more than cars. She was trying to get information, but she started to get a little deep and she couldn’t get out. We made a distraction and by the time we got her, she was barely able to walk, so I don’t think anything happened and we got her in time, but still.”
Chance listened to what she was saying, but he was still pissed off, Brandie should know better than to drink anything they gave her. She was always so cautious and he wondered if maybe she was forced. Her pulse was steady and other than taking her to the hospital, which the girls didn’t want, he would just watch her. The girls didn’t want to leave her but Dylan put his foot down and wanted them to get all the information about the men at the bar tonight as quickly as possible. Most likely they gave her roofies, or another type of date rape drug. It would work quickly enough and she would go quietly and look like she just drank too much. Once both women left, Dylan went to get a warm rag to wash her. He didn’t like the clothes on her and knowing that someone else was that close to her made him sick. Dylan came over with a bowl of warm water, a washcloth, and a towel and started to wash the make-up off her face. Chance removed her boots and soon the two of them had her cleaned and checked for cuts, bruises, or anything that showed she might have been attacked. They removed her skirt and what was her top and bra before pulling a large shirt over her. Chance lifted her head and set it on his lap, that way he could help her if she woke up sick, or dizzy, and Dylan sat at the other end pulling a blanket over her before putting her feet on his lap. Picking up the remote, he flicked on a movie and got ready for a long night. He just prayed he made the right choice about not taking her to the hospital.
It was a little after seven in the morning when Chance felt himself start to nod off. He was shocked when Dylan passed a cup of coffee to him. He didn’t even feel him move. It had been a long night, and about every hour they tried to get Bubbles to drink some water. She didn’t the first few times, but seemed to take it here and there as a natural reaction. Hoping she would wake soon, he looked over at his friend who looked lost in thought as well.
“Hey, man. You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just so mad. I thought when she said working, I thought it meant like paperwork or something. I can’t believe she would do this. That wasn’t the best place and what would have happened if her friends hadn’t gotten there in time? Damn, I have so many what ifs, its making me madder.”
“I feel the same way, brother, I am so mad at myself for not trying to talk to her sooner, and to think she did this to try to help us. Damn it, I don’t like this. I say if she doesn’t wake by noon no, matter what, we are taking her ass to the hospital.”
“Deal.”
“Hey, why don’t you take a shower, and then when you’re done I’ll go next. We have some talking to do with her when she wakes. I just hope this didn’t do anything to mess with her.”
Chance watched as Dylan got up and left the room. Did they make the right choice? So many things could go wrong with drugs, but the women had pointed out that taking her to the hospital could get her cover blown if they were looking for her. If they found the real her then all hell would break loose and everything they worked for would be for nothing. He had seen enough cases of people using roofies to know that it mostly made women and men sleepy, then forget everything that happened when they wake. In some cases people tend to hallucinate, but it seemed Bubbles was in the sleep realm. She was going to be pissed as hell when she woke.
Dylan showered thinking of everything that could go wrong with Brandie, and what would have happened. Shit, he was so mad, and for once he was terrified when he thought of what he almost lost. He needed to talk to her. He wanted a relationship with her, and didn’t want her to stop working, but at the same time, he didn’t want her taking unnecessary risks with her life. Had he known what she was doing he could have figured something out. Now she lay drugged up on their couch. Smacking the wall with frustration, Dylan finished washing, dressed, and headed out to watch over Brandie so Chance could clean up.
He arrived in the living room, then Chance stood up to go get showered. Checking his sleeping girl, he ran his fingers along her soft skin and watched her breathing, it was even and unchanged. Deciding he needed food, he headed into the kitchen to make himself an omelet and another cup of coffee. Pulling the bacon out of the fridge, he started frying it while he hunted the rest of the ingredients. Soon he had the bacon done and a few green peppers chopped up.
With two omelets done Dylan saw Chance had returned and checked on Brandie before heading into the kitchen. He grabbed his salsa that he always poured on his eggs before sitting down on the bar area. Dropping Chance's food in front of him, he took his own and sat. They both ate quietly not sure what to say.
“How long do we wait for her? It’s been about eight hours. She should be up. Maybe we need to take her to the hospital. Dude, I’m not liking this,” Chance said.
“Maybe you guys could start by telling me how the hell I got here, and what happened?” Both of them turned to see Brandie sitting on the couch staring at them with a look of confusion across her face.
“Shit, you're up. How do you feel? Do you want some water, coffee, food, a blanket?” Chance ran over to her and started rubbing her arms trying to calm her. She seemed to go to him and allowed him to pick her up and place her on his lap before he tucked a blanket around her legs.
“No, I’m fine. I have a headache and am a little out of it. What happened, guys?” She looked at them and Dylan knew right away what she was asking. With steady feet he walked over to her and sat on the coffee table in front of her, taking her hands into his.
“Baby, nothing happened. This time. They gave you something, but Rainbow and Smokey Eyes, I think their names are, brought you here before the bad guys got at you or did anything to you. You've been asleep the whole time. We washed and watched over you all night. Your safe now, you will always be safe with us. So just rest. Do you want some food, water?” Chance kept his voice calm even though Dylan knew he was anything but. She shook her head no and rested against Chance, trying to figure things out. He saw the small look of panic she had earlier and she must have guessed that it was something she hadn’t wanted to do.
“Baby, you are okay, but you might feel better if you had something to eat. How about some eggs and toast. I have coffee too if you want some of that as well.” Dylan was more concerned with her as time went on as she didn’t seem to be her spunky self. She seemed off and slightly out of tune with the rest of her environment. He didn’t want her to say no and knew food was something she would need to help push the drug out of her system. Getting up after kissing her forehead, he headed into the kitchen to busy himself with her breakfast.
Brandie couldn’t do anything other than just sit in Chance's lap. He felt safe and secure, and she felt better with him holding her. She was never one
to snuggle, but with these men, she found she really needed it this time. She had been stupid and acted first without thinking, breaking one of her first rules when it came to drinking. You never take an open drink from anyone without watching it being poured. So here she sat, half dazed and confused as to what happened. She remembered a good chunk of the night, but other than that—nothing. Last thing she remembered was a fire and heading out of the bar. Shaking her head, she tried to ride the cloudiness that fogged her brain. She didn’t like this one bit, it was as if she had an all-nighter with no coffee. Not a good combo for her. However, this time it wasn’t so much self-induced and she couldn’t remember anything, which scared the shit out of her. She was happy the girls decided to take her to Dylan and Chance’s house instead of the hospital. There would have been so many questions, and she didn’t need word to get out she was there. The people she ran into were not from here, but they sure as hell were using the town to its fullest. She needed to remember something important, and it was at the tip of her tongue.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered into Chance’s chest. She wasn’t sure he heard her, but when she looked at him, his eyes just looked at her blankly. Not wanting him anymore mad at her because she knew he already was. He was mad, and concerned about her. Reaching a hand up she touched his check, making sure he knew what she was doing. “Chance, I am sorry. I’m sorry about everything.” And very slowly she touched her lips to him. He didn’t react like she hoped he would. He just kept looking at her as if she was a puzzle and he couldn’t figure her out. “Please, say you forgive me and we can move on.” She kissed him again, and again. Yet he didn’t kiss her back. Not one to give up, she shifted positions so she straddled him. Taking both her hands, she held his face and made him look at her. She stared into his blue eyes that looked lost. Leaning over another time, she kissed him and didn’t stop. She kissed his cheeks, his eyelids, and his neck until she made her way back to his lips. She kissed him and licked the seam of his lips, over and over again, begging for access, and finally he seemed to respond. Opening his mouth slightly, she pushed her tongue in tasting him. The rich taste of coffee hit her and suddenly his hands came up and grabbed her, slanting her head to an angle, giving him more room as he took over. The fire that was building inside her started to spark and was on the verge of blowing. A small moan escaped her as she rubbed herself along the bulge that grew in Chance’s pants. She needed him, she never needed a man like this. It was desire, pure lust, and passion that was fueling them right now. Chance's hands went under her shirt and palmed her breasts, making her break the kiss to throw her head back as his calloused fingers twisted and pulled her nipples as he kissed and licked along her neck. Within seconds, the shirt had disappeared and Chance’s fingers were replaced with his mouth as he sucked a nipple, making her cry out as she held his head steady while he sparked new fire and hot spots inside her.
Soon she was pushed down onto the couch with Chance on top of her and his shirt had been removed as well. She was just in her panties and Chance’s bare chest brushed her aching breast as he lay on her kissing her stupid once again. She needed him inside her, and now.
“Please, Chance, I need you,” she begged, pushing her hips to meet his erection. The zipper of his pants pushed into her soft flesh causing a slight friction that she welcomed. Chance took pity on her and ran his hands down, shifting slightly so he was laying on the side of the couch to give him full access to her body. Before she could blink, Chance had torn her panties off and pushed a finger inside her. Her body welcomed him. He pushed a second finger inside her making her cry out for more as he moved them in and out in slow motion. She needed more, she needed him inside her.
“More, I need more.”
“I’ll give you more, baby,” and with those words of promise the small sound of a zipper invaded her senses and Chance shifted so he lay between her legs, his cock touching the opening of her sex. Lifting her pelvis to urge him on, he pushed his cock inside her with one quick thrust, causing both of them to moan in response. She could feel her insides tremble as her body accepted his size. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed into her again. Over and over he set a slow and punishing rhythm as he slammed his cock into her pussy and she loved it and begged for more. He didn’t give in, letting her know who was in charge and Brandie could only hold on as Chance took over her body and claimed it as his. As he pounded into her she felt the impending orgasm start to take over.
“Not yet, you wait. You will come with me.” And with each word he pushed further and further into her making her cry out. She wanted to go over the edge, but her body obeyed Chance and wouldn’t release the fire that was burning. Screaming and thrashing she clung to him, squeezing her inner walls to make him come to the dark side with her. He hissed through gritted teeth and then kissed her, branding her lips.
“Come. Now!” Then he grabbed her hips pushing his dick so far into her passage she thought she felt him in her throat as she scream her release and her eyes glazed over. She faintly heard Chance’s cry before she let the dancing lights take her to a soft warm place—happiness.
Chapter Twelve
Brandie was barley awake when she reached the bath water. She was warm and comfortable. Cracking an eye open, she laughed when she saw Dylan watching her with a smile on his face. “You with us now, honey?” he asked jokingly. Looking around, she noticed the three of them were in a huge tub made for giants. She could live in this tub alone.
“Sorry, I spaced for a bit.”
“Spaced, hell, baby, we just fucked until both of us blacked out, the difference is I stayed awake long enough to roll off you. You are hot as hell. You rocked my world,” Chance said as he grabbed her foot and started to massage it. She sighed and smiled at them.
“Well, I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” That seemed to make them all laugh. The three of them relaxed in silence before Chance spoke.
“I have to ask you something, and I’m sure it might have crossed Dylan’s mind, but umm…well…when we made love earlier, I was lost in the moment and I didn’t use protection. I don’t think Dylan did either the first time with you.” She looked at Dylan and he shook his head. Normally she would panic like a normal person, but after dating Duncan for so long, she got the shot regularly to avoid unexpected surprises. Not that she didn’t want to have kids, but right now she wanted to focus on her job and not a family.
“Guys, it's okay. I’m on birth control. You’re fine. Honestly. Stop worrying.” She turned to look at Dylan who then smirked at her. “Why, did you have some ideas?” She wiggled her ass against Dylan’s erection as it came up to play.
“With you, Brandie, he is always up and ready to play, but let’s do this in a bed this time.” He picked her up only to pass her like a small doll to Chance who wrapped her in a fluffy green towel. He carried her into his bed, the bed she almost slept with both of them before, but only ended up playing around, and now that she admitted it to herself, she hadn't been ready to really be with both of them. She needed to trust them, but she had to trust herself first. She had been so closed off since Duncan that she only allowed pleasure when it came from her trusty battery operated friend. She giggled when Chance laid her down on the bed pulling the towel from her body. She watched with lust filled eyes as she got a good look at both men’s cocks for the first time. She noted Dylan was darker skinned and his cock stood long and wide, but Chance's was longer, both knew how to use what they had been blessed with. Her mouth watered and she could think of nothing but wanting a taste of both men. Getting up, she looked at them both so they knew what she was going to do when she stood in front of them before sinking to her knees. Reaching out, she grabbed both men’s dicks and pumped them back and forth before she leaned over and swirled the head of Dylan’s erection with her tongue allowing the drop of pre-cum to leak out giving her the first taste of him. He was salty, but it made her crave more, sucking him in her mouth she grabbed him around the base and pumped the thick shaft she almost cou
ldn’t fit in her mouth. Not wanting to leave Chance out, she released Dylan and did the same to Chance’s cock. Both men seem to groan with each pass she made. Sucking them in and out, tasting each of them.
“Enough,” Dylan commanded before lifting her up and throwing her on the bed, but instead of falling on top of her, he spread her thighs, burying his face between her legs, causing her to cry out as he pushed his finger inside her channel. Chance took the moment to get on the side of her sucking her breast into his mouth. The duel sensation was strange to her, but she found it erotic as four hands held her down, two mouths sucking and licking her body. Lost in the fantasy they were creating she came around Dylan’s mouth as he sucked her juices down.
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