Taken in Tahoe

by Sam JD Hunt

Rex’s touch on my nipples was so rough that I knew I’d be sore for days—but I didn’t care. By the time Nate’s body shook, by the time he came all over me, by the time he fell on top of me, I was already delirious with pleasure.

  I barely moved as Rex left me and positioned himself behind Nate. Nate collapsed on top of me, my chest rising and falling as I came down from the high of the ecstasy I’d just experienced.

  I wrapped my arms around Nate’s strong back—I knew Rex was going to take him while he was holding on to me. I looked over Nate’s shoulder and into Rex’s eyes, wild with desire. We’d teased him for an hour, and now he was ready to take what was his.

  “Ah!” I shouted when Rex’s thick cock plunged into my aching pussy—I hadn’t expected that. As he slowly worked it in and out of me, and even more excruciating, around, I raked my nails down Nate’s back as I came again, my body exhausted from the multiple climaxes.

  “I can’t come anymore,” I plead as Rex continued to work me slowly.

  “I need your wetness, Princess, if Nate is to be properly fucked.”

  Nate shook at Rex’s words, his perfect ass rising up in invitation.

  “Fuck me,” he said as his hips gyrated. Nate’s lips met mine, and as we kissed, I heard the first spit. As I sucked at Nate’s tongue, frantic to be closer to him, I heard the second one. Rex was doing his best at impromptu lube in the crude cave.

  When the massive cock entered him, Nate howled, not in pain, although Rex took him hard and I’m sure there was pain. He howled with a wild need, a burning desire to be fully used, to be a vessel of pleasure for the man he loved.

  That night, with Nate gyrating on top of me, my eyes met Rex’s in the dim light of our shelter, and I knew that what I was witnessing wasn’t lovemaking like they normally did, it was primal, it was raw. It was undiluted fucking as only men can do, and they were both in another place as it happened.

  I held Nate tight, his eyes clamped closed, his teeth biting into his lower lip, as Rex fucked him for what seemed like forever.

  “Whose ass is this?” Rex asked him, smacking him hard on a butt cheek.

  “Yours,” Nate whispered, his eyes never opening.

  “Whose?” Rex’s next slap was even harder, the sound of it echoing off of our stone walls.

  “Yours my king, yours,” he screamed against my chest.

  “And these?” Rex asked, his fist wrapping around Nate’s balls as they hung against my belly.

  “Yours, Rex, please,” Nate said, his breathing so hard it shook all three of us.

  “You are both mine,” Rex said, his eyes locking onto me.

  “Yes, yours,” I said, desperate to be filled again.

  I ground my soaked pussy against Nate’s cock as Rex grabbed his hips—I knew he was about to come, and despite my burning soreness, I need to be joined with them one more time.

  Nate’s cock stretched me unbearably wide as Rex pounded into him, coming so hard that I thought our little refuge from the storm outside might collapse down on us all.

  I woke up the next morning wrapped in Rex’s heavy coat and blanketed by my two men. My entire sex ached, my nipples throbbed, and my lips were swollen.

  “Morning, Princess,” Rex whispered into my ear.

  I clamped my eyelids together—his morning wood was poking into my side.

  “Sore,” I said as he rolled me over.

  “Ow,” I growled as his fingers spread my pussy open from behind.

  “Ah,” I grunted as his teeth bit at my neck.

  “So, no?” he whispered into my ear, his tongue prodding inside.

  I wiggled my ass and pushed back against him.

  “Yes,” I moaned as he entered me, slowly, carefully.

  By the time Nate woke up to run his tongue across my clit, I’d come twice all over Rex’s tireless cock.

  “We need to go,” Rex said seconds after withdrawing from me and coming all over Nate’s tongue.

  “Is something wrong?” I asked, looking around our little cave.

  “No, I need coffee,” Rex said, pushing us both off of him and reaching for his jeans.

  Chapter Six

  It snowed the entire journey from the cave to our cabin, but the wind had let up and we made good time. The adorable dog we’d named Snowball traveled in luxury curled up in Rex’s warm coat, and as I looked at the sun creeping out of the clouds, I was grateful that we were safe.

  Once we made it to the cabin, Rex restarted the fire while I set out water and a plate of leftovers for our furry friend. Nate turned on the radio, which warned of another wave of snowstorms bearing down on the entire Tahoe area.

  “We’re stuck another night,” Rex said, the glee in his voice undisguised.

  Rex was asleep that afternoon on the small sofa in the cabin when Nate and I decided to spike some hot chocolate. After our third mug of the whiskeyed-up concoction, more whiskey than cocoa at that point, we started talking about holiday memories.

  “I remember one Christmas we went ice skating at Rockefeller Center in New York City. It was magical—my father still loved my mother then,” I said to Nate. “Let’s do that when we get to Vegas—they have a skating rink on top of the Cosmo now.”

  “Yeah, let’s do that. Do you think King Rex can skate?” We both giggled a little.

  “I doubt it. He does think he can dance though, so who knows.”

  “True,” Nate said. “I grew up playing hockey—so I skate like I’m hurling myself across the ice. I could see Rex being like that—making the ice his bitch.”

  We both laughed at the thought.

  “Let’s skate now,” I said, pulling at Nate’s hand.

  “Huh?”

  “There’s a small pond back behind that group of trees. It’s frozen, let’s go glide.”

  “Without skates?” He smiled at me—I could tell he liked the idea.

  “Yep, with our boots. Let’s go pretend that we’re in the city, skating in the holiday season properly.”

  We wrapped up the best we could before heading out into the snow to skate, and poured more of our liquored-up hot cocoa into a decades-old thermos we’d found in the cabin.

  The pond wasn’t far, and despite the layer of snow on top of it, glistened in its frozen glory. By the time we slid across the glassy surface in our boots, we were both tipsy. I held onto Nate as we spun—despite my plans for luxury being changed, I was happy. That moment with Nate was magical, and when the snow started to fall, it was even more special.

  “I love you,” I said in his ear as he held me, turning me in slow circles across the ice.

  “I love you more,” he said, leaning in to kiss me. I loved my men together, but I also savored the special moments when I loved each one of them on their own.

  The magic was broken when a voice threatened us from behind the trees. “You are idiots,” he said. “And I’m going to kill you both.”

  I turned toward him—Rex’s eyes were dark, angry. “Calm down, Scrooge,” I said, spinning on the ice before holding my arms out toward him in a flourish.

  “Nate, get the fuck off that ice!” Rex ran toward us, and then I heard it. The crack. My mind couldn’t process what was happening fast enough.

  He hurled toward me, the crack growing under me. I felt the bite of the cold water and the shock of not being able to breathe as I sank into the hole beneath me. Nate had my hand—but the crack was growing. He pulled me hard, but the hole grew. Nate was in the water next to me, fighting to pull us both from the biting cold, but every time we managed to gain a little ground, more ice cracked into the flow.

  Rex was inching toward us on the ice—I fought the urge to panic. Nate was slowly sliding his body onto the ice shelf, little by little and making progress, but I continued to crack the ice as I tried to escape.

  Rex, from where we were skating, tossed the rope to Nate who, to my relief, caught it. “Hang on, Pen, and don’t thrash. Let him pull us out.”

  I wrapped my arms around Nate as we emerged
from the frigid water. I held on to him as we slid across the now-solid ice toward Rex. It seemed to take forever, but within minutes we were both in Rex’s arms.

  “Get her off the ice,” he yelled to Nate.

  I wanted to be carried, I was so tired and cold, but they didn’t want to risk the weight and slid me to the edge of the pond. I flopped down in the muddy snow, exhausted.

  “Back to the cabin, I’ve got her. Get out of those wet clothes,” Rex snapped at Nate as he tried to help carry me.

  I shivered as Rex peeled off my frozen clothes and wrapped me in a blanket with Nate, whose lips had finally gone from blue to pink again.

  “That was stupid,” Rex scolded for the hundredth time.

  “I thought the ice was thick enough,” Nate answered yet again.

  “Six inches, my dear Nathaniel,” Rex said as he reached for his hand. “Remember, nothing less than six inches is worth your time.”

  They laughed, and even though I was still shivering, I laughed too, happy to be alive. It didn’t take long for me to doze off. Later, I was awakened on the sofa by Nate holding a mug to my lips, his erection poking into my side.

  “We have to warm you, baby,” Nate said in my ear.

  “I’m warm,” I giggled, sipping on the whiskey-laden hot chocolate.

  “We can’t take any chances,” Rex said in my other ear. “Does any part of your body need…heat?”

  I squirmed on the sofa—I felt better, the bite of the cold water a distant memory. The fire raged, the whiskey was plentiful, and best of all, my two men were horny.

  “Well, my toes are a bit tingly,” I said, wiggling them in the thick socks Rex had dressed me in earlier.

  “Ah, I definitely need to pay those fine feet some attention then,” he said, his lips drifting down my neck, skipping over my thick robe, and landing just above my exposed calf. He pulled the cozy socks off, and took each toe into his mouth, slowly sucking them. A jolt ran from his sucking mouth on my feet straight to my clit—who knew feet could be so sensual?

  Nate’s nibbling teeth found my earlobe, and as Rex’s tongue went higher, up my calf, along the curve of the backside of my knee, up my inner thigh, and finally to my begging pussy. I came so hard on his tongue that I shook Nate’s teeth from my earlobe. Rex rose up to kiss Nate, sharing my sweetness with him as I nestled into the warmth of their embrace.

  That night would have been perfect, if she didn’t ruin it.

  She came to our cabin in the dark, snowy night with a torch in her hand.

  “That witch is here,” I snapped when I saw her through the window.

  “What?” Nate asked, confused.

  “Rex’s girlfriend is out there, you know, the wild one.”

  “Knock it off, Princess.” Rex’s words were angry, but his eyebrows were knit together. He was as surprised as I was.

  Nate glanced out the window. “Bring her in. We have plenty of cocoa left.” It wasn’t etiquette; it was a challenge to Rex.

  “I’ll be back,” was all Rex said as he left us and went out into the night with her as the storm intensified.

  “See!” I hissed at Nate after Rex disappeared with the woman.

  Nate took me in his arms and pulled me to his chest. “It’s not an affair, Penny. But still, we’ll get some answers when he gets back.”

  “I hate that word,” I sniffed, fighting the tears. “Such a pretty sounding word for a such a horrible, destructive thing.”

  We were asleep by the time Rex returned, and as he nuzzled into my neck, my anger dissipated. At least he was safe and with me again.

  “I’m sorry, baby girl,” he whispered in my ear. “I’ll explain everything to you both in the morning.”

  “I want to go away from here,” I said, fighting my sleepiness.

  “I have to take care of something first, but then I promise, we’ll get out of here one way or another.”

  “I love you,” I whispered, desperate to keep him close.

  “I love you, too,” was the last thing I remember that night. I woke up the next morning to the sun streaming in and only Nate sleeping by my side.

  Chapter Seven

  “He said he’d tell us everything this morning,” I told Nate as he paced the cabin.

  “I’ve had enough,” Nate said. “I’m getting to the bottom of it. Stay here and stay safe.”

  “I’m going with you,” I argued. We were staying three; I was determined.

  “And if he comes back? You know Rex, Pen. He could just be out hunting beaver.”

  “Hunting beaver is what I’m worried about.”

  “Very funny. Distract yourself by getting that Christmas tree set up. I’ll find Rex and we’ll figure this all out. Trust me, okay?”

  I nodded as he left the cabin.

  After a bath, I went outside to drag the tree Rex had cut down for me inside. I fully intended to do what Nate asked and set up a beautiful tree, but their tracks in the snow made me angry all over again. Rex and Nate’s footprints went in one direction, toward the creek, but hers, the ones from the night before, went off the other way. My curiosity, and anger, got the better of me that morning.

  I dragged the tree inside and managed to stand it up in a pan of water, but my mind was on those footprints. I fed Snowball, and after securing the fire, set out in my warmest clothes to find out exactly where Rex had been disappearing to.

  She wasn’t as far from us as I’d imagined. My mind went back to the night we made cookies, and I bit my lip as I realized she was our neighbor. He’d gone to her for the butter that night, I thought as my jealousy raged.

  I saw her before she saw me. That bitch was outside of her cabin, cleaning a strung-up deer with a long knife. I watched her from behind a small building, shivering in the cold until she’d finished and put the knife down. When she walked toward the trees to discard the entrails, I pounced.

  My anger fueled me, and I ran at her. I didn’t have a plan; I just needed to make her pay for separating Rex from us. She turned around seconds before my body collided with hers. We fell into the thick snow, rolling as both of us tried to pin down the other.

  I clawed at her sweater, determined not to let her go. I was as angry as a rabid dog—I was going to punish this bitch for messing with my family. The thick wool she wore didn’t rip as I tugged, but I froze as I saw her exposed shoulder. On it was a Celtic cross and underneath it, there was name. A name from my past, a name that haunted me—a name that I spoke out loud as I felt my head spin and my body fall into the enveloping blanket of snow. And then, it was all black.

  When I woke up, everything hurt. My arm instinctively went to soothe my sore head, but I was tied to a chair. This fur bitch had me captive.

  “I’m Layla,” she said. My eyes darted toward her—she was at a small woodstove pulling an old-fashioned iron teakettle from a rack on top of it. With her bare hands, I thought in fear.

  “What do you want with me?”

  “Nothing,” she answered, pouring the boiling water into two mugs. She dunked in tea bags, and looked over at me. “You’re the one who came here and attacked me in my home.”

  She had a point. “But I’m the one tied to a chair,” I said.

  “Just until you’re reasonable. I’ve heard how rash you can be, Penelope.”

  “Heard from whom?”

  “Roger.”

  That made me furious—hearing her say Rex’s real name. “Rex” was a nickname given to him by his military unit—a reference to his T-Rex like demeanor.

  “How did you know Luther?”

  “He was my brother. You three are the reason he’s dead.” She walked toward me, one of the steaming mugs in her hand.

  Luther, despite doing some terrible things, had in the end sacrificed himself to save us. Or, more specifically, to save Rex, whom he was in love with.

  “I’m sorry about Luther.”

  “Of course you are,” she said with a sneer. From her back pocket, she pulled out a knife. I shivered as she s
tepped closer—a knife in one hand, the hot tea in the other. I sensed I was about to suffer once again over Luther.

  “They’ll be looking for me,” I said, lying. I hadn’t told them where I was headed.

  “They won’t need to look,” she said. The knife darted down, and as I braced for the cut, my left hand loosened. She’d cut my hand free.

  She handed me the mug of tea. “Drink,” she said as she sat the knife on a nearby table. “We’ll talk, and then we’ll bring this whole nasty business to an end.”

  “Killing me won’t bring Luther back.” I took a long sip of the scalding tea.

  “Killing you? You are rather dramatic. Rex was right.”

  “Stop talking about him!” My hand shook so hard the tea sloshed out.

  “Penny, I’ve known Rex for years, long before he started playing with silly blondes and pretty rich boys.”

  “Fuck you,” I spat out. “You know nothing about me, and don’t even talk about Nate.”

  “Nathaniel? Oh I know him well. I used to snort coke with him.”

  “You’re a damn liar!”

  “Am I?” she said. I wanted to kill her, but somehow I knew she was telling the truth. The memory of Nate being addicted to cocaine was a painful one, and my mind drifted back to a darker time. I was jarred from my thoughts by a knock at her door.

  “Ah, your savior is here,” she said with a wink.

  “Rex, it’s a trap!” I screamed from my chair as she opened the door.

  “A trap, how clever,” he said walking into the tiny room.

  “Tea?” Layla said to him, her damn hand drifting to rest on his forearm. He really was cheating with this freaking wild woman. I wanted to die.

  “You have anything stronger? It’s about to be a hell of an afternoon.” His eyes looked to mine, and then to her hand on his flesh.

  “I’ll grab the Jack,” she said, letting go of my man and walking over to a cabinet.

  “Penny, baby girl, are you okay?”

  “Fuck you,” I said. “And fuck all your ‘baby girl’ bullshit.”