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Blake, Abby - Stolen [Altered Destinies 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

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by Abby Blake


  “Jason saved her, gave up everything he’d worked for, gave up his chance to save our sister Jenna just to get Lexie back to you,” Alana said quietly, her respect for the man obvious.

  “Did they do any experiments on her?” Dana asked, even her telepathic voice sounding small and frightened.

  “No, Dana. They didn’t get a chance,” Theresa assured her.

  Closing her eyes, Theresa could sense Dana’s fight to hold back the tears that threatened. Lexie was safe thanks to the man who’d also managed to heal Dana’s severe injuries, injuries that she would not have recovered from otherwise.

  “Where is he?” Dana asked, sounding angry. Alana bristled at her tone of “voice,” but Theresa knew Dana was angry at her own weak tears, not at the man who saved her.

  “He’s right down the hall discussing with the other doctors what tests need to be done to make sure you’re healed enough to walk again,” Alana said, her tone defensive.

  “I want to thank him,” Dana said, trying to catch Alana’s gaze.

  “Oh. Um. Well, in that case I’ll send him in when he gets here,” Alana said hesitantly, squeezing Dana’s hand once more before she and Rafe left the room.

  “Theresa, can you do me a favor?” Dana asked, sounding not at all like herself.

  “Anything,” Theresa assured her readily.

  “Can you make sure he knows…I mean...Hell, I’m no good with words and feelings and stuff...so can you make sure Jason knows that I’ll always be grateful for what he did for me and Lexie?”

  Theresa nodded, smiling.

  “Of course. What are sisters for anyway?” Theresa lowered her face to press a kiss against Dana’s cheek, knowing even as she did it her sister’s dislike for displays of affection. The only people Theresa had ever seen Dana comfortable with were anxiously waiting on the other side of the door.

  “I’ll let them back in,” Theresa said with a smile. “They thought they’d lost you, so try to be patient while they recover, okay?”

  Dana rolled her eyes, but her affection for the three was obvious. Theresa walked out the door, flattening herself against the wall as Dana’s partners, sister-in-law, and daughter rushed back in. Theresa smiled when she saw Lexie happily blowing spit bubbles in John’s arms.

  * * * *

  Hours later, Jason sat in a chair in Caleb and Ethan’s office. The tests showed all of Dana’s injuries had been healed, and she’d even taken a few steps. She was tired and weak, apparently Jason’s gift couldn’t heal that, but all of the damage caused by the bullets had been repaired.

  He’d been stunned when Caleb offered him a job working for The Agency, but he was still trying to process what his skill actually meant. How could he hide a skill like this? Did he even want to? Was the world ready for a doctor who could heal with only his hands?

  Caleb started to laugh, Ethan chuckling behind him.

  “You’re right. I don’t think the world is ready. It sounds very much like faith healing, and I keep seeing long robes, loud music, and theatrical displays of supposed miracles,” Ethan said, smiling.

  “The other thing is that we don’t yet know what it costs you,” Caleb said quietly.

  “Costs?” Jason asked, a little confused.

  “We know nothing about this type of skill. Is it based on telekinesis? Can you heal using this gift because you’re a doctor, or is that just a lucky coincidence? Does it somehow drain you? Take something essential from you each time that you do this? Does it work for everyone or just people you are close to? Is it based on anger, like most telekinesis, or on something else?”

  Jason shook his head as Caleb’s concerns swirled in his mind, understanding now why they’d been so anxious to move Dana before her miraculous recovery became public knowledge.

  “Go home. Give it some thought, but try to keep a low profile until we can get a better idea of what’s happening here, okay?” Caleb said.

  Jason nodded slowly, relieved at the thought of returning to Cody and Bec’s apartment while he sorted a few things out.

  * * * *

  Jason walked into the apartment for the first time without crutches. It had taken him several hours of wondering before he’d finally limped to the medical ward at The Agency and cut the plaster off his ankle. He’d spent almost ten more minutes looking at the pale limb, wondering if he was able to heal himself before he tried it.

  He remembered the X-ray they’d done in the hospital that first night and then tried to visualize how much healing would have happened in eleven days. Then he imagined the bones knitting together just as they would naturally over the six to eight weeks that he should wear a cast. He’d been almost stunned when it worked.

  His leg still felt weak, the muscles atrophied from disuse, so he’d swapped his crutches for a simple walking stick and headed home.

  Home. This was where he felt at home. Here with Bec and Cody he felt like he belonged, like they were a family. He smiled when Bec rushed over to hug him in welcome. He pulled her into his arms, loving the feel of her against his heart.

  Cody walked over, clapping him on the shoulder. “Well, I see you finally decided to heal your own injury. I can’t imagine why you didn’t do that first.”

  Jason grinned, thinking the same thing. His only possible explanation was he’d thought Dana needed his help first. What if his skill had run out because he healed himself before her and then didn’t have enough left to heal Dana properly? Cody nodded as if he heard every thought in Jason’s head, which he probably did. The connection between the three of them had grown much stronger in the past few days, and Jason had noticed his own telepathic control increasing greatly.

  “Well, you still look exhausted,” Cody joked. “Why don’t you two go to bed while I get some food organized?” Jason eyed him speculatively, realizing Cody was stepping back to allow him and Bec some time alone.

  “One thing first, though,” Jason said, heading into the living room. “Sit,” he said, pointing Cody to the chair beside him. Cody hesitated, trying to make jokes.

  “Hey, man.” He held his hands up in surrender. “You’re dating her, not me, remember?”

  Jason grinned at him.

  “Do you want your leg healed or not?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the other man’s obvious discomfort.

  “It’s okay, really,” Cody said, macho bravado rolling off him in waves.

  Bec wrapped her arms around Cody from behind, pushing him toward the armchair.

  “Sit, behave,” she said, kissing him affectionately as she pulled his track pants down and pushed him into the chair.

  He sat there in his boxer shorts, trying not to show his embarrassment. He and Jason saw each other naked when they made love to Bec together, but Jason realized, for Cody at least, this was different.

  “Relax, Cody,” Jason said quietly. “I’m still a doctor.”

  Calming slightly, Cody let Jason do his thing, allowing him to rub his thumb slowly against the puckered scar on his thigh. Jason was a little surprised to realize he could feel it as Cody’s scar began to tingle, the damaged flesh healing as he watched, the stiff muscle relaxing as the scar faded. He also felt Cody’s relief to not be in pain anymore. Obviously, he’d been living with it for so long he hadn’t even realized how bad it had gotten until it was gone.

  “Okay, shoulder now,” Jason said as Bec helped Cody lift his shirt over his arms. Cody flinched at Jason’s first touch.

  “Bec, maybe you could distract him,” Jason suggested, not trying to hide the amusement in his voice.

  “Absolutely,” Bec replied, climbing onto Cody’s lap and kissing him with great enthusiasm.

  Jason chuckled as he admonished them both to hold still. Cody’s shoulder was a mess, and Jason wondered just how much pain the guy had been carrying. It was amazing that Bec and Cody had managed to recover as much as they did, but even more amazing that they’d both wanted to get back in to field work where injuries like this had occurred.

  Jason noticed
another bullet injury lower down Cody’s arm and moved his hand to heal the ugly welt. Cody broke the kiss with Bec, quickly twisting away.

  “Not that one,” he said quickly, winking as he explained. “Chicks dig scars.”

  Bec swatted him playfully, but Jason noticed the expression on Cody’s face and wondered if there was more to it than that.

  Sliding off the sofa with Bec still wrapped around him, Cody took a step toward the bedroom before looking over his shoulder.

  “You coming or what?” he asked Jason.

  Nodding happily, Jason followed them into Bec’s room.

  Chapter Ten

  Together Bec’s men removed her clothes and quickly stripped themselves to join her on the bed. Jason claimed her mouth as Cody sucked a breast into his, flicking her nipple with the tip of his tongue just the way she liked it. She writhed under their attentions, her legs rubbing together to ease the ache they created. Two hands traveled down her body, smoothing over her softly rounded abdomen and seeking the folds of her pussy.

  One hand found her clit, circling it gently, slowly, and the other hand sank lower, a blunt finger penetrating her body. She lifted off the bed, the twin sensations flooding her body with heat. Cody whispered in her ear, “Ride him, baby,” as he helped her crawl onto Jason’s big body. He turned to get condoms, but Bec held him back.

  “It’s okay,” she said. “I have an IUD, and this is the first relationship for any of us in at least a year, maybe more. We’ve all been tested several times since then.”

  He looked to Jason for confirmation, and he nodded.

  “I want to feel you, skin to skin, no barriers. Please,” Bec asked, nearly breathless with wanting them both in her body.

  Cody nodded as he helped her into position again. Jason shuffled down the bed so his knees bent and his feet stood on the floor. Moving to the foot of the bed, Cody held Bec’s hips as Jason slid into her welcoming pussy. All three groaned at the emotions swirling around them. Cody lifted her and pushed her again onto Jason’s cock, setting the rhythm while the other two were held helpless in their arousal.

  Pushing Bec forward, he let Jason take over the rhythm as he played with her ass cheeks, molding and kneading the soft flesh, separating it to reveal her dark pink hole. Reaching into the drawer beside the bed, Cody pulled out a tube of lubricant. He spread it over his fingers and then ran them down the crease of her ass, holding her still as she tried to flinch away.

  “Relax, baby, we’re going to take good care of you,” Jason said as he pulled her forward, holding her still in his arms.

  Cody pressed his finger against her back hole, pushing deeper as she relaxed. Slowly he worked his finger in and out of her ass, adding another as she moaned her excitement. By the time he inserted a third finger, she was trembling with need and begging with her mouth and her body for their total possession.

  Bending his knees, Cody pressed his cock into her ass, slowly working his way all the way in until his groin pressed firmly against her ass cheeks. She moaned at the sensation of being completely filled as they both held still in her body. She sensed deep feelings of satisfaction from both her men, and it seemed obvious that the three of them belonged together.

  Slowly they began to move inside her, the men holding her still as they thrust into and pulled out of her tight body together. Bec’s mind began to splinter, fracturing into a million tiny pinpoints of light, her veins flooding with liquid fire, her breath catching as she moaned her impending release.

  Jason and Cody moved faster, slamming harder into her, finesse forgotten as they raced to orgasm, her body pulsing, sucking around their cocks. Her orgasm slammed into her, the incredible sensations stealing her breath, shaking her mind.

  With a hoarse shout Cody exploded, pulsing in her ass, pushing his seed deep into her body. Jason soon followed, his entire body tightening as he spurted his cum into her welcoming depths.

  Cody collapsed onto Bec’s back, sandwiching her between the two men, leaving her amazed by the feeling of being safe and loved at the same time that she couldn’t breathe. Cody lifted his weight off her quickly, pulling her to him for a brief hug, his cock still pulsing in her ass.

  “I love you,” he said, kissing her neck, her ear, her throat.

  “I love you, too,” she mumbled between kisses.

  * * * *

  Jason tried to look away, suddenly feeling like he shouldn’t be here despite the fact that he was buried balls-deep in her pussy. Two faces watched him, waiting for him to say something. When he didn’t, Bec leaned forward, framing his face with her hands.

  “I love you, too,” she said, looking him straight in the eye.

  Jason looked over her shoulder, trying to gauge Cody’s reaction, a little bewildered when he saw Cody’s encouraging smile. Jason smiled back.

  “I love you, Bec. I have since the moment you met me in the woods wearing those goggles.” He chuckled, remembering the bizarre appearance of her wearing night vision glasses. She swatted him playfully and then fell forward to kiss him soundly.

  “Shower time,” Cody said as he pulled his softening cock out of her ass and lifted her off Jason. Gathering her into his arms, he laughed as he left the room. “Your turn to cook.” He lifted Bec over his shoulder as a broad grin spread across his face.

  Jason levered himself off the bed, searching for his crutches before remembering he didn’t need them anymore. He smiled as he went into the kitchen, a feeling of contentment settling in his heart.

  * * * *

  A few weeks later Jason wandered through the apartment, bored and restless. Cody and Bec had traveled to The Agency’s head office for their final physical exam before official reinstatement to active duty. Jason knew they’d pass. Their injuries were fully healed, and they’d both worked hard to rebuild the muscles and get back to full strength. Now, they enjoyed the type of fitness they’d had before being shot over a year ago.

  He’d spent the morning doing housework, catching up on all the things they’d set aside while they’d spent hours and hours making love together. Jason had never expected to share a woman he loved with another man, but somehow with Cody, it seemed natural, just right, in a weird sort of way. He’d even discovered he possessed a few voyeuristic tendencies he’d never realized. He’d been amazed at how much he enjoyed watching Bec as Cody bought her to orgasm, her mind and her body completely open to them both.

  He sat on the sofa as he contemplated the future. Once Cody and Bec were back on active duty, chances were they would be on assignment quite a lot, and he’d be left behind. The Agency had offered him a position on their medical staff, not needing to point out the advantage of having a doctor on staff who could heal bullet wounds with only his hands, but that was more than a two-hour drive from here, and he was sure the four hour commute would get very old, very quickly.

  He’d even considered moving closer since Cody and Bec wouldn’t be at the apartment a lot of the time, but still it didn’t feel right. He wanted to be here with them, but he also didn’t want to hold them back from doing the thing they loved. They’d both worked really hard to get back on to active duty, and he wouldn’t dream of standing in their way.

  Jason lifted himself off the sofa, annoyed at his thoughts, annoyed at his situation, and somehow annoyed at everything, including the fact that all of the housework was done so he had nothing else to distract him. He was considering washing the windows in the living room again when the doorbell rang.

  At first pleased by the distraction, Jason moved quickly to the door, realizing at the last moment that he couldn’t sense who was on the other side. Cautiously he used the spy hole to see who it was.

  Standing on the other side of the door was a woman who looked very much like Alana. She had the same warm brown hair and caramel eyes as his sisters, but there was something harder about her, something dangerous. He opened his senses, realizing that even when he concentrated specifically on the woman he could see, he couldn’t sense her presence at all.
She was essentially invisible to his extra-sensory skills.

  Puzzled, he hesitated until she called through the door.

  “Hurry up, Jason. I need your help.”

  Swallowing his doubts, Jason unlocked the door and opened it a crack. He quickly pulled it wider when he realized she held her hand tightly over a wound in her leg, blood seeping between her fingers. The doctor in him overruled his caution, and he rushed to help her, grabbing her arm and leading her into the kitchen. He was tempted to use his skill to heal the wound, but something held him back, something felt off, and until he knew for sure who this woman was and what her intentions were, he wasn’t going to expose his ability. He helped her onto the low bench, turning to grab his doctor’s bag from his room. Right now, he felt very grateful that Alana had organized the kit through The Agency and had sent it to him as a welcome-home present.

  He pulled on a pair of plastic gloves, snagged a suture kit, grabbed a hand full of surgical gauze, and pressed it tightly against the wound as he tried to stem the bleeding.

  “Looks like you’ll need a few stitches. Are you allergic to anything?” he asked as he carefully pulled back the gauze, watching as blood slowly seeped from the wound. She shook her head, so he grabbed the kit, unrolled the absorbent pad onto the counter, and reached for the syringe full of local anesthetic. Pinching the wound together with his fingers, he pressed the needle into her flesh.

  “Ow,” she complained. “You’d think there’d be a less painful way to do this.”

  Jason avoided eye contact, concentrating on threading the synthetic suture fiber through the needle. He poked her damaged flesh gently, asking her aloud if the anesthetic was working yet.

  She rolled her eyes, reminding him of Dana, so he began stitching the flesh together, working carefully to minimize the scar. When he was done, he cleaned up, placing all of the contaminants in a special container for later disposal. He cut away the damaged material of the woman’s jeans and threw the ruined denim in the container also. He then set about cleaning away the blood and making sure she didn’t have any more wounds. Satisfied, he covered the stitches with a sterile dressing.

 

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