Vince saw, but didn’t hear Cam race across the backyard. He plastered his back against the house. Vince looked through the scope. Cam’s presence hadn’t been detected. “All clear.”
Cam turned around and peeked in the window. Just then, Mandy came into view and Vince’s heart jacked. Her lips were pressed tight. Right behind her was Craig. He had a hand on her upper arm as if he was holding her hostage. Damn.
While he didn’t see the bodyguard, he had to assume the man was there. He liked the two-on-two odds, but it was too dangerous to barge in with Mandy there.
“What do you want to do?” Cam whispered.
His mind spun. “Retreat.”
While in the surveillance store, they’d bought a glass cutting kit. His new plan was to break into the house in the middle of the night. Cam would escape with Mandy and he’d handle the goon. The only problem with plans was that they never went as one imagined them.
Chapter Eighteen
Even though Candy told them the location of the bedrooms, they couldn’t be sure Mandy would be in Craig’s bedroom. Vince prayed she wasn’t. His ribs tightened at the image of her in his arms.
No. She’s ours and only ours.
They’d left for a few hours and returned at 2:00 a.m. Once more they’d parked down the street and entered via the woods, careful not to make too much noise on the underbrush. All the houselights were off. Going through the den seemed their best option. They both had headlamps with a red filter to cut down alerting any guard who might be near.
Cam split off to cut the electricity to the house in case the alarm had been set, while Vince waited by the den door, ready to cut a hole in the glass. Cam spoke with an electrician friend in Intrigue for instructions, and Cam claimed he could do the job. For Mandy’s sake, Vince prayed he was right.
He waited until Cam returned then gave him a thumbs-up. Let’s hope this works.
Vince placed the suction cup on the door close to the lock and cut a glass circle. Carefully, he removed the section and placed it on the ground. He slipped his hand in and undid the lock. The damned thing snapped as loud as a gunshot. Shit.
Cam clamped a hand on his arm. They both stilled. When the guard didn’t coming running to investigate, Vince eased open the door as slow as possible.
They’d decided that Cam would go upstairs and search for Mandy. Only if Craig pulled a gun would Cam use his. Vince was the street fighter, and as such, opted to take down Mr. fake FBI man, should he still be here. The car in the drive implied he was. If the man tried to escape, he’d find his disabled car wouldn’t start. Vince had two sets of cuffs with him just in case they got lucky. He gave one set to Cam.
They entered the den with no problem. Vince went in search of the guard while Cam headed upstairs. Candy’s description of the home was invaluable. Cam was halfway to the master bedroom when a light flashed.
“Hey. Stop.”
“Go,” he shouted to Cam. Saving Mandy was their ultimate goal.
Vince tossed off his headlamp. Getting into a fistfight in the dark wouldn’t be smart. Wrestling, however, didn’t need light. Vince ducked his head and charged. As soon as he made contact with the man’s thick torso, he grabbed the bodyguard by the waist and took him down. Not only could Vince hog-tie a calf in eight seconds, he’d wrestled in college.
Unfortunately, when the man expertly got out of his hold, Vince had to assume the man had the same experience. Fuck me. The goon swung and clipped Vince on the chin. He rolled on to the floor and shook it off. The streetlights gave enough light to see the man’s body, but he couldn’t tell if he was reaching for his gun.
Taking no chances, Vince jumped to his feet and attacked again. They crashed into some piece of furniture. Something shattered. He couldn’t do anything about the noise now and swung. His fist stung, but at least the man grunted.
The man tossed Vince on his back. “You won’t get away,” the goon shouted.
The challenge pissed him off. He reached low and tugged on the man’s leg. Using every ounce of energy, he brought the man down. Vince kneed him in the chest and pressed his forearm over the man’s windpipe.
He waited until the man stopped struggling before cuffing him. Just as he pulled the restraints from his back pocket, a gunshot sounded upstairs. His heart stopped.
* * * *
Mandy’s heart pounded. The scuffle upstairs gave her hope Vince or Cam had come to save her. Craig had a gun, as did that fake FBI man. Even if her men came prepared, no telling if the man paid to stand watch would get the drop on them.
The floor above her bounced, and groans leaked through the ceiling. Something was going on.
“Help!”
No one would have been able to hear her, but yelling helped somehow. Her ass was cold from sitting, and her back ached from having her wrists strapped to her ankles. If she ever got out of here, Craig would wish his only crime was trying to cheat investors.
A gunshot sounded, and she gasped. An ugly sludge oozed through her veins as bile raced to her mouth. Seconds passed. She didn’t move, fearing the worst.
Then the basement door burst open and she froze.
Please let it be Cam or Vince.
She twisted her head toward the stairs. A flashlight beam traced a path down the steps.
“Mandy?”
Yes! She slumped against the pole. Tears pooled. “I’m here.” Tears of joy streaked down her cheeks.
Both Vince and Cam raced toward her. Cam hugged her and bestowed a million kisses on her head. “Are you okay?”
“I am now.”
Vince had his knife out and sawed through the rope. It must have been easier than trying to untangle the mess. In short order, she was free.
Both men pulled her to a stand and her legs buckled. Vince caught her. “Easy.” He scooped her up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “How did you find me?”
“We’ll tell you everything soon.” He carried her upstairs to darkness.
“Can you turn on the lights? I’ve been in the dark for too long.”
“Sorry, darlin’. We had to cut the power to get in. We thought the alarm might have been on.”
“It was.”
Shouts sounded from the living room. “Untie me.” Something crashed to the ground.
“Who is that?”
“Your friendly FBI goon. He’s a little tied up.”
“What about Craig? I heard a gunshot.”
“He’s fine,” Vince said. “The bedroom ceiling, however, is not.”
“Neither of you were hit?”
“No.” Cam rubbed her arm. “We need to go. We didn’t exactly knock. You might need a coat. If you don’t mind saying good-bye to Craig, perhaps you could grab a few things from your closet.”
“How about if you turn up the heater in the car?”
Cam smiled. “We can do that.”
“I’m okay to walk.”
Vince set her down. They exited out the back and hoofed it to the car at the end of the street. Cam insisted she sit between them on the front seat.
“I never want to lose you again,” Cam said.
She leaned over and kissed him. “Ditto.”
* * * *
The next afternoon, Mandy was on the living sofa at Cam and Vince’s house when Cam carried in his laptop.
He placed the computer on her lap. “Thought you might be interested in this article.”
She read the headline. “High-society Clairbourne arrested for investment fraud.” She looked up at Cam. “What about kidnapping me?”
“When I spoke with Mitch Henley, he said he wanted to use that as a bargaining tool to get your ex to confess to the fraud. According to Henley, the case is very good against him. He won’t see the light of day for a long time.”
She smiled. “Good.”
Vince sauntered in. “Hello, you two. While I was in town, I stopped by to see the sheriff.” He grinned. “They arrested the installer of the car bomb. He copped a plea and said Sharon had
hired him.”
She dropped her head on the sofa. “Don’t tell me this nightmare truly is over?”
Both men grinned. “Seems to be. What say we celebrate?”
“It’s not even noon.”
Vince cocked a brow. “So?”
Cam bent down and picked her up. She loved being in their arms. Since her narrow escape, the men claimed they wanted to make sure she was mentally recovered from the ordeal before they made love with her.
Now that both Sharon and Craig were in custody, all her worries had disappeared, and she was ready to start her new life in Intrigue, Wyoming. Cam set her down in his bedroom. Without a word, both men surrounded her, one on each side.
Vince lifted her hair and kissed her neck. “We don’t want you to move. Can you do that for us?”
“Can I move my mouth?”
Vince chuckled and ran a thumb over her bottom lip. She sucked it in her mouth and licked.
He withdrew it. “No.”
“Angel, if we give you free rein, I’m afraid you’ll want to suck our cocks.”
“I like sucking cocks.”
“We know, but we’ve waited too long. The moment your mouth comes in contact with my dick, I’m going to explode.”
She didn’t want that. “Can I undress you at least?”
Cam glanced at Vince. “After we strip you naked and feast on your delicious body for a while.”
She’d take what she could get. “Okay.”
Each man seemed to have his own idea of how to torture her. Vince rubbed her breast with one hand, her ass with the other, and placed drugging kisses along her neck. Cam cupped and massaged her pussy while he rubbed the back of her neck with his other hand. He dragged his lips down the shell of her ear, sending tingles up her spine.
She dropped back her head. “I want to touch you.” Her fingers itched to feel their skin and muscles.
“Not yet, darlin’.”
Vince slipped his hand under her shirt, and Cam grabbed the other side. Together they lifted the tee over her head.
Cam whistled. “You are a sight for sore eyes.”
Each one lowered a bra strap and nibbled on her shoulders. One lick would tickle while the other would cause goose bumps to travel up her arms. Her nipples pebbled in anticipation of their glorious mouths.
Vince was the first to lean over. His woodsy scent invaded every cell. Excitement grew. He pinched the hook in back, and the bra dropped, exposing her. Two mouths descended. Wild pleasure surged.
“That feels so good.” She inhaled to expand her ribcage.
As if they’d telepathically communicated how they should love her, each swirled his tongue around the nipple. Vince lifted her breast and kneaded his fingers while he sucked. She expected Cam to follow suit, but instead he unbuttoned her jeans and slipped a hand down her panties. The first touch sent her reeling. Desperation clawed at her. From the slow way they were savoring her breasts, it would be a long time before she earned her release.
She pressed her hips forward, hoping Cam would slip a finger in her pussy, but he seemed content to rub and knead her lower lips. She dropped back her head, and Vince took advantage of her exposed neck.
Needing to feel their skin, she latched on to Cam’s waistband. His tongue never stopped moving as he removed his hand from her panties and clasped her wrist.
“Uh-uh.”
Damn men. Cam dragged his teeth across her nipple and tugged hard. A shard of pleasure streaked across her breast and went straight to her inner walls. She milked the phantom finger.
“I need a cock.”
Vince lifted his head. “Shh, darlin’. This is going to be a big occasion. Relax.”
If they’d let her suck on their cocks, they wouldn’t be relaxing. She blew out a breath and concentrated on Vince’s callused palms as he dragged them across her breast and on Cam’s velvety tongue as he swiped it across her nipple. If her pussy would stop vibrating, she could relish every lick.
She moaned. Cam must have had sympathy for her because he returned his hand to her pussy. This time he slipped a finger in her creamy hole. Her stomach clenched. He pressed on her sweet spot and she bent her knees.
“Easy, angel.”
“Please, Cam. It’s been too long. I’ve been through so much.” Okay, that last part was a bit dramatic, but she was willing to play her trump card.
Both men straightened. “Let’s get you naked, then, darlin’.”
Thank you, Vince.
“Hold on to my shoulder while I take off your boots.”
She obliged and lifted her leg. One strong tug got the first one off. He repeated on the other side.
Cam dropped to his knees. “Let me do the honors of removing these constrictive pants.”
Yes. Please. She swallowed hard.
The first tug lowered them over her hips. He dragged them more until they bunched at her thighs. “Take them off so I can spread my legs for you.” That should get to him.
He glanced up and a smile lifted one side of his mouth. Cam Longworth was one handsome man.
“Lift.”
He removed her pants and tossed them behind him. “You forgot my panties.” They were around her thighs.
“Did I?”
Vince leaned over and rubbed one breast while he rolled the nipple between his fingers with the other. She groaned louder this time. Cam pressed on her clit and she cried out. “Too much.”
“Too much in a good way, angel?”
The damn man wanted to tease her. “Yes.”
He had the nerve to chuckle. The back of her hand brushed against Vince’s hard cock, but the damned jeans prevented her from copping a real feel.
His tongue stilled. He nipped her nipple. “Watch it, little lady, or we’ll have to punish you.”
When Cam had spanked her, it stung at first but was immediately followed by intense pleasure. She might have to think of ways to be bad.
Cam lowered her panties and tapped her leg. She stepped out of one side. He let the other side dangle. With his hands on both ankles, he widened her stance.
“Keep them there.”
“Yes, sir.”
She loved when he acted all aggressive and manly. His fingers dug into her thighs, and he licked her pussy lips. “That’s cruel.”
He glanced upward before he returned to weaving his tongue between her folds. When he brushed her clit, she palmed his head. One of his hands reached around her and grabbed her ass. Images of him fucking her there shot through her. Having Cam’s cock in her ass and Vince’s in her pussy had her perfuming the air.
Cam made a big deal of sniffing. “I think our woman is getting restless.”
“Yes.”
They acted cool while she was suffering. With one hand, Vince took hold of her wrists and held them behind her back. He stroked her nipple at the same time Cam plunged his fingers in her pussy.
Her grunt was totally unladylike, but she couldn’t help it.
“Enough.” Cam stood, lifted her up, and placed her on her hands and knees on the bed. “Stay.”
Had he not winked, she might have been offended.
The men disrobed. They tore off their boots and socks, tugged down their jeans, and threw off their shirts then stood before her, gloriously naked and totally perfect. Where were the ladies with their cameras now? If she sold even one image, she’d be rich.
Cam stomped over to the dresser while Vince pulled out the nightstand drawer. Mandy wanted to be with these men for the rest of her life and was convinced they wanted her, too. When he pulled out a condom, she leaned back on her knees.
“Can we go bareback?”
Cam returned to her side and Vince stood before her. “What are you saying, darlin’?”
“That I’d like to try to have a baby? Your baby.” Her pulse raced at her boldness.
“You sure?” Vince said.
His mouth was partly open, and she couldn’t quite get a read on him. “Yes. If you’re not, I totally—”
/> Vince threw back his head and hollered. “Whoopee. Cam, we’re going to be daddies.”
She laughed. “I think you have to have sex with me first.”
Vince stroked his face. “Hmm. Not sure if I want to do that.”
Cam punched him. “You better.”
Vince crawled on the bed and tossed the condom on the nightstand. “Guess I don’t need to buy anymore of those.” He knelt in front of her and pulled her shoulders forward. “Cam, here, is going to impale your sweet ass, and then I’m going to fuck your pussy. In the end, we’ll be making a baby.”
He grinned, and her heart soared.
Cam climbed behind her. “Remember not to clench, or I’ll have to spank you.”
“Oh, no. Anything but that.” She giggled.
Cam slapped her hard, and she jutted forward. That stung, but soon the pleasure bloomed.
“Look, Vince, her ass is a nice pink.”
Vince reached over her back, and when he pressed on her rear and tugged, her mouth ran into his cock. She took a swipe, and he smacked her butt really hard. She bet her cheeks were bright red now. Had she not managed to capture his cock in her mouth, she would have complained about how hard he hit her. Naturally, the ache took a little longer to morph into radiant bliss, but when it did, her pussy pulsed.
Vince leaned back but allowed her to keep sucking on him.
“Be careful, darlin’. I’m not made of steel.”
She lifted off. “I’ll be careful.”
He held her shoulders. “Let’s wait until Cam is done with you. Then you can resume.”
The idea of having only one stimulus at a time appealed to her. Lube graced her back hole. Forgetting the rule, she clenched. Instead of the expected slap, Cam leaned over and kissed each cheek. “Relax, angel. You know you love this.”
That was true. He rubbed the lube around and around. Her tight muscle loosened. Probably to distract her, Vince cupped her breasts and massaged the already-swollen nipples. As much as she loved the feel of his hands, it created a deeper hunger, one she wasn’t sure could be quenched.
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