Evie stared upward, watching the spinning motion of the ceiling fan, her mind occupied with worries. She didn’t have a normal nine-to-five job. That meant no co-workers would be calling 911 when she didn’t show up to work after a day or two. Her entire life was in her apartment, including the computer she used for her web designing firm she ran single-handedly.
Sighing, Evie realized that she was trapped. The Lawson brothers had successfully kidnapped her and as Ryder said, there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. At least they hadn’t harmed her, regardless if they considered her a possession. A small smile made its way to her lips. They had given her the most amazing, decadent orgasms of her life and a part of her even found them charming, in a Stockholm syndrome kind of way, she supposed. Yes, that had to be it. There was no way she could be developing feelings for three men she’d only met hours ago. It was much too soon to start liking any of them…all of them, wasn’t it?
* * * *
Zane stepped out into the living room, glancing out through the large bay windows. The sun was just climbing over the horizon, filtering through the gigantic cedar trees shadowing the cabin. He wanted to head down to the lake and drop his hook in the water. His brothers weren’t too much into fishing, so he always had to go by himself.
Zane turned toward the open kitchen, his brow lifting with concern. Evie. She was still here, three days after they’d captured her. He rubbed a hand over his jaw. Of course she was, and likely wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. Not if he had a say in it. He liked having her around, even though she pretty much had no choice in it. Ryder was wrong about her. Evie was the furthest thing from a bitch. Shit, how many people would volunteer to cook dinner for their kidnappers? What she did yesterday evening… Best food they’d eaten in years.
She was sitting on a stool in front of the wooden breakfast nook. Soft, cinnamon colored hands were wrapped around a mug while her eyes, a darker shade of brown than his, stared off into space. Evie looked worried. She expelled a small breath then flicked her tongue across her lips. Zane’s cock twitched inside his briefs, longing for the warmth he’d experienced inside her mouth.
“Hey.” He walked over to her.
Evie’s head shot up. She quickly pushed away the mug. “Hi.” Her eyes lowered to her empty hands.
“It’s not even seven yet. You always get up this early?” Zane pulled out a chair next to her, his fingers itching to stroke her hair. One of the twists was loosening and he could see the pretty corkscrew pattern.
She shook her head. “I don’t feel comfortable lying around. I still don’t understand any of this. I have a life that I need to get back to. I’m sorry about what my father did to Ryder. I really am. I’m aware of the man my father is and I don’t have contact with him anymore because of that very reason. I had nothing to do with what happened.” She stared at him pleadingly, her eyes appearing rounder than their almond shape. “How much longer are you guys going to keep me here?”
The three of them had agreed to keep Evie until they became bored. It was out of the question now. Every minute he spent around her, he found something new to like about her. That never happened to him before with a woman. Not only that, but he had a feeling Ryder cared for her more than he was letting on. It had to be eating the shit out of him, if he knew his eldest brother well. As for Nick, he’d made it plain to them that he wanted Evie.
“That’s not entirely up to me, babe. All three of us have to make that call. And judging by last night, I don’t think you’re in any real hurry to leave either.”
Evie frowned. “I’ve never done anything like this before. Nick said I’m supposed to be a personal slut for the three of you, but that’s not who I am. I’ve only been with one other person, apart from you guys.”
Zane nodded and took her hand in his, tracing circles on her wrist. “Do you enjoy being with us?”
She bit her lips. “Yes.”
“Then what’s the problem? We like you. We’re not going to allow anyone else to touch you, no matter what. It’ll only be the four of us.”
She looked nervously toward the hallway. “Ryder. Is he going to get violent with me if I do something to upset him? He’s always so angry.”
His chest tightened painfully. Damn, he was going to have a talk with his brother and let him know the girl was scared shitless of him. “No, babe. He’s not going to hit you. Nick and I would never allow him or anyone else to lay a hand on you. Ryder too. He’ll protect you.” Zane fingered the strand of hair that was teasing him. “Was he too rough on you last night? I know he’s been fucking you hard, but I didn’t think he was hurting you. Did he?”
Evie smiled slowly, shaking her head. “Ryder didn’t hurt me.” Her shoulders lifted. “It was a silly thing to say.”
Man, she was beautiful. Zane dipped his head and kissed her lips. “Ever been fishing before?”
“No.” Evie looked over at the fishing rod he’d left on the floor. “Are you inviting me?”
Pushing out of his chair, he tugged her up. “Yeah, come on. We have to hurry up though. I like to get there right before the sunlight hits the lake.”
* * * *
“I got one!” Evie looked over at Zane who was throwing his fifth catch of the morning into a bucket. She couldn’t believe how serious he took his fishing, despite his playful personality, or that she’d find such peace being out here with him. She could get used to this.
“Reel it in.”
Evie nodded, following the instructions he’d given her earlier. She heard his loud laughter before she got a chance to see the end of her hook. “What’s so funny?” Evie looked down at the puny thing dangling from the hook and she pouted. “Oh.”
Zane pushed a hand through his mohawk. “Throw it back in. That couldn’t even feed a bird.” His eyes twinkled with the humor she was growing accustomed to. While Nick could tell a decent joke, it was Zane who always had everyone cracking up. Everyone except Ryder. Smiling seemed to be a hardship for him.
“You’re going to eat those words one day.”
He came to her and threw his arms around her waist. “It’s not a competition, babe. Plus, you could never catch up to me.” His warm lips brushed against her neck. Evie leaned into him, arching for his kiss.
“I wanted to fuck you again last night,” Zane whispered thickly.
He ground his erection against her back and an overwhelming sense of peace and joy flowed over her. “We can do it here. Unless you don’t want us to do it without your brothers present.”
Zane slid his hand underneath her dress, moving around to face her. “Forget them. I want you all to myself right now.” He stared at her deeply, while tugging down her panties. “You’re going to have to stop wearing these. We’re going to need your pussy naked and wet at all times.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Can you do that for us, babe?”
Her heartbeat sped up. “Yes.” At this point she would do anything for these three men, as strange as it seemed. Somehow being with them made her feel alive and wanted. It didn’t hurt that they appreciated and didn’t criticize the extra pounds on her.
Zane brought her down with him on the soft grass misted with the morning’s dew. He opened his pants, his hard cock springing out, full and ready. Evie sighed. She loved all of their cocks, their unique length, scent, girth; so different yet always making her weak with pleasure. Splaying her thighs, Evie grazed her teeth on her lips, and clutched a patch of the soft wet grass in her hands the moment he thrust into her.
She cried out from the wicked intrusion.
Pumping into her, Zane braced himself with one hand on her leg, the other on the ground. “Oh God, baby. I needed this.”
Evie stroked his back and rolled her hips. In the back of her mind, she was aware that he hadn’t put on a condom. She couldn’t say anything. Not now. It felt so good to have his cock inside her, their hot naked friction taking her closer to the edge.
“Zane,” she murmured as her fingernails scraped across his back.<
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He pushed harder and deeper. “Nick was right, wasn’t he?”
She bit her lips, not understanding him. Zane pinched her sensitive nipple. “About you being our slut. Admit it, Evie. You’re fucking three men—brothers. What kind of woman does that sort of thing?”
She whipped her head to the side, resisting the urge to cry out.
“Lie to me and I’ll stop fucking you.”
“Zane,” she whimpered. “No. I’m not…” her voice trailed off and she arched up to him, trying to hold him in place. He slid almost entirely out of her. “If you’re not a slut then you won’t mind not having a cock in you for the rest of the day.”
To be around them all day long and not have a single one of those gorgeous cocks pounding into her, Evie gave in and cried out, pressing her lips to his jaw. “Don’t leave me.” Zane pushed inside her, fucking her with shallow strokes using only the broad tip of his cockhead.
“What are you, Evie?”
She clasped his shoulders and touched her lips to his ear. “A slut. For you and your brothers.” He groaned with pleasure and shoved into her, fucking her hard. Demanding her passionate response. The grass scratched her back but she didn’t care. Zane was inside her, his wonderful cock fucking her, making her feel as if she was right where she belonged.
Her pussy tightened around him and she knew she was about to come. Zane stared down at her, his breathing harsh as his cock continued to own her with deep, forceful thrusts. “I’m going to wet your pussy, babe.” He thrust hard. “Might as well get used to having us come inside you.”
Evie whimpered, stunned by the force of her orgasm. She buried her face between his shoulder and neck, overwhelmed by the surge of emotion welling up in her heart and body. Zane ejaculated inside her and she hugged her arms around his neck, wanting him to feel the warmth he and his brothers were infusing into her soul.
They rested in the grass for some moments, their palms on each other’s heart, feeling the rapid thumping. “Let’s go back before they think I’ve run off with you.” He helped her get up and fix her dress. “We can come back here tomorrow.”
They headed back to the cabin. Zane gave her a quick kiss on the lips as Nick walked up to them along the path leading to the house. “Did he drag you out fishing with him?” Even though the question was directed at her, Nick glared at Zane.
Evie shook her head. “I wanted to go. I’ve never been fishing before.”
Nick arched a smooth eyebrow, looking between the two of them. His gaze settled on her and softened. “Did you catch anything, sweetheart?”
Her cheeks burned. Zane had his hand on the small of her back and the rich sound of desire in Nick’s voice couldn’t be mistaken. “I caught one. We had to throw it back because it was too small.” She shot Zane a glare. “And you laughed at me.”
Zane’s eyebrows shot up in amusement. “But I made it up to you, didn’t I?”
Her entire body was on fire now. Nick looked between the two of them, his gaze landing on Zane. “Did you fuck her?”
“Yeah.”
Evie swallowed hard. She stared at them, feeling uneasy. How was this going to work anyway? Nick treated her with the utmost tenderness. What if he got upset because she’d had sex with Zane? She didn’t want him to think she preferred Zane to him, or Ryder despite his surly attitude.
Nick nodded as if Zane had told him it was going to rain later on. “Ryder’s still inside. He’s pissed that you took her without letting us know.”
“Was he?” Zane smirked.
Nick chuckled, shifting his attention to her. “Go inside, sweetheart. There’s nothing either of us can do for him.” He tipped his chin gesturing to Zane.
Evie felt apprehensive to be alone with Ryder. He was intense in everything he did. It showed in his lovemaking and the way he spoke to her. It sparked exquisite tingles in her stomach, but also incited a tinge of fear in her heart. Nick and Zane must have picked up on her emotions, trying to nip this thing with her and Ryder in the bud before it escalated. Nick touched her shoulder. “He’s not so bad once you get to know him.” He nudged her toward the cabin.
Cautiously, Evie headed inside, glancing backward to see both men walking in unison, disappearing amid the immense trees decorating the property.
“Where were you?”
Evie jumped, startled by Ryder’s gruff voice. She’d barely stepped foot into the house and he was ready to attack her. He stood by the wall separating the living room and the bedrooms, his brawny tattooed arms folded over his chest, making him look every bit the mean son of a bitch Nick warned her about that first night.
She lifted her chin. She might love having sex with them, but they didn’t completely own her, and she wasn’t going to let Ryder make her feel afraid. If they intended to keep her here, she needed to make them understand that she wasn’t going to sit or lie around, waiting for whatever they doled out. There was more to her than sex. If only they could trust that she wouldn’t try to escape, they could all live easy and really enjoy each other.
“Zane invited me to go fishing with him. So I went.” She lifted her brows. “Did you forget to attach my shackles this morning?”
He snarled and pounded toward her. “Pull a stunt like that again and go off without letting me know and see if you don’t find yourself chained to the fucking bed. I’m not playing with you, Evie. You’re here to pay off a debt. Don’t start getting ahead of yourself no matter what bullshit ideas my brothers might be putting in your head.”
Her heart twisted. Ryder unequivocally didn’t like her. She shrugged despite the emotional pain. “I didn’t ask to be here. You and your brothers kidnapped me. Send me home and I’ll talk with my father about this. I’m sure you’re not the only one he’s screwed over.”
Ryder grabbed her shoulders, shaking her hard. “I spent two years of my life in a maximum facility prison because of your daddy, princess. Your father was expensive. We had to file for bankruptcy to keep the shipping company. It took years to get us back on foot. My brothers busted their ass while I was locked up to get the company afloat. If that weasel you call a father was still alive, I’d put a hole in his goddamn head.”
Evie gasped. Still alive. “What do you mean? My father’s not dead. I would have known. Someone would have…” Her forehead crinkled into a frown. Ryder remained impassive, staring at her with what could even be mistaken for sympathy.
“When?” she asked quietly. Her father was dead and she’d had no idea. The last time she’d spoken to him was six years ago, right before she’d entered university.
“He died last year in Mexico. Spent a few years down there hiding out from the feds.” Ryder blew out his breath and scrubbed a hand over his hair. “Shit. I thought you knew he was dead.”
She felt choked up. Herb Walker had been a tyrant for all the years she knew him, but he’d still been her father. A biological connection. Evie inched over to the couch and took a seat. Lowering her head, she stared at her knees. Her father was dead and now she was left to pay for his crimes. At least Nick and Zane liked her and would make sure Ryder didn’t hurt her. She fidgeted her fingers. But Ryder was their brother and she was just their “personal slut”, if anything were to happen they’d probably take his side over hers. He’d already suffered by going to prison because of her father; she was sure the brothers were protective of him. Who was going to protect her?
Pressing a hand to her cheek, she opened her eyes wide, blinking back the tears of fear that brimmed beneath her lids. She took a deep breath and stared at Ryder.
“I’m a website designer,” she whispered. “I’m not rich, but I make enough to get by. I’m willing to work something out with you. Maybe we can meet in the middle. I can send you a check to pay back what my father did to you.” She stared at him, hoping he would see the desperation in her eyes. “You don’t want me here and I don’t want to be here using my body to pay off a debt I didn’t incur. Just let me go home, Ryder. Please. I’ll write out a contract
with you so you’ll know I’m being truthful.”
He sank down onto the couch beside her. “Does it look like we’re poor?” he snapped. “I don’t want or need your money. That’s not what this is about.”
“Isn’t it? You said I have to pay off the hundred-thousand dollars. What else is there?”
He moved off the couch, coming to stand directly in front of her. “I’m not changing my mind about the debt you owe me, princess. The money’s the last thing on my mind. I want payment in the form of your mouth and pussy around my cock when I say so.”
Evie nodded demurely. “Okay, Ryder. Master. If that’s what you want.” She rose from the couch and knelt in front of him.
“What are you doing?” He frowned, but made no attempt to stop her from unzipping his pants.
Evie pulled out his cock, and rubbed her face against it. “I’m repaying you,” she whispered. “I hope you’re going to keep count from now on. I’d like to know when I’ve reached a zero balance.”
Ryder groaned and shifted his cock away from her face. Evie peered up at him. “What’s wrong? I thought this was what you wanted…your little black slave girl on her knees servicing you at all times.”
“I never called you that.” His cock brushed against her nose as he straightened. Evie inhaled deeply, the rich musky scent sending waves of heat into her pussy.
She moved her face. “No. You only treat me like your sex slave. Same thing. It’s obvious you don’t like me although I’ve gone out of my way to try and please you. I don’t understand why you won’t just let me pay you and you can go and find a woman you actually do want to be around. At least your brothers seem to like me. Zane even assured me that he wouldn’t let you hurt me.” Mentally, Evie slapped herself for bringing Zane into the argument. She had no other ammunition to use against Ryder, but she had to make him see that his brothers were on her side. If only he would let go of his aggression and open up to her. He was always so guarded and she wanted more than anything to erase the damages her father had done to him. Not with sex, rather her friendship. Love.
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