by Becca Van
“You won’t get away with this,” Tammy said as she took the pen, hoping the prick didn’t see her hand shaking.
Hayden smiled without humor. “I already have. Sign before I put a bullet into you.”
“You pull that trigger and everyone in the gallery will hear the gunshot.”
Hayden smirked at her and tapped the end of the barrel. “See this here? That is a silencer. No one is going to hear anything.”
“My friends will notice I’m missing. They’ll come looking for me.”
He laughed manically. The sound grating on her ears. “I have it all planned. Once I’ve shot you, I’ll hit myself on the head. I can act better than any Hollywood star. I’ll be so cut up to learn someone broke in and killed you.”
“You really are insane, aren’t you?” Tammy tensed her muscles ready to move. “There’s only one way into your office. No one is going to believe you. Your DNA is all over that gun.”
“Shut up! Sign the fucking papers. Now!”
Tammy nearly fell from her chair when Hayden shot the floor near her feet. The acrid scent of gunpowder assailed her nose, but that was the least of her worries. She needed to get out of here and hopefully without getting hurt. The manager was obviously not in his right mind. Even though she was faster and stronger than he was, she couldn’t outrun a bullet.
She’d never had or wanted anything to do with guns and couldn’t understand the fascination with them. She was an advocate for a gun free country unless in the military or a member of law enforcement. She’d heard a student at school say she’d gotten a gun license and carried a weapon in her bag which made her feel safer. Tammy had had to cover her snort of incredulousness. If the woman ever had a gun aimed at her, she wasn’t going to have time to dig into her purse and shoot first.
“Sign!” Hayden shouted angrily.
Tammy shook her head. “No.”
“What? What do you mean no? I’ll shoot you.”
“You’re going to anyway. I’m not signing. I’m not about to fund your retirement, you sick fuck.”
Hayden growled low in his throat and lifted the hand which held the gun. She saw his finger twitch on the trigger and then she made her move.
Instead of throwing herself away from him like he’d expect, she slammed into his stomach with her shoulder. She heard him gasp and just as she reached up to manacle his wrist, the hand holding the gun, the door burst open. The gun went off but Tammy didn’t release her hold. She slammed his wrist against the edge of the desk over and over, until she heard bone crack and the gun dropped to the floor.
Arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her away but she kept fighting. She kicked, scratched, and was about to bite when the deep voice talking close to her ear finally penetrated. “I’ve got you, baby. You’re safe. Stop fighting me, Tammy.”
She slumped back against Phelan and that’s when the shaking began. Her body quaked so hard her teeth were chattering. She glanced up to see Hopper had restrained the crazy curator, pinning him to the floor on his stomach with his hands tethered behind his back with his own tie. He was whimpering and crying about his broken wrist.
“What the hell?”
Tammy glanced over toward the door to see a strange man dressed immaculately in a suit. “What is the meaning of this?”
Phelan turned her in his arms and pulled her in tight against his warm body. Tears flowed down her cheeks and though she tried to speak, she ended up sobbing.
“This bastard was going to kill our, my fiancé,” Hopper snarled angrily.
“Is that true, Hayden?”
Silence was the only answer.
The rest of the night passed in a blur. The police arrived and handcuffed the institute manager, taking him away after they’d taken her statement. It turned out that suit man, Jack Phillips, had attended the art showing and he was also on the board of directors. He couldn’t apologize enough and reassured Tammy that her art work would remain on display until they were all sold legitimately. She didn’t care about any of that. Tammy was just grateful that she had gotten out of the situation alive and well.
Tammy was whisked away between her mates’ back to the hotel and carried to bed. She was out like a light minutes later.
Epilogue
Tammy yawned and stretched as she surfaced from sleep. A shudder ripped up her spine when the events of the previous night flashed across her mind.
“Are you all right, Tams?” Hopper squeezed her waist and kissed her bare shoulder. He was spooning her from behind and she was cuddled up against Phelan.
“Yeah.” She glanced over her shoulder, meeting his gaze and smiled.
“Are you sure, baby?” Phelan asked as he propped his head up on his hand and stroked a finger down her cheek.
“I’m sure. What’s going to happen to the crazy man? Have you heard?” she asked.
Phelan nodded. “He’s being assessed by a psychiatrist. I have a feeling his going to fail his psych test dismally.”
“Yeah, me, too. Sorry I bombed out.”
Phelan cupped her cheek in his hand. “You don’t need to apologize, baby. You’d been through a traumatic experience. Adrenaline crashes play havoc on a body, even if we’re more than human.”
Tammy nodded.
Hopper kissed her neck. “You’ll be pleased to know that the second your paintings were put up for sale again, they were snapped up.”
“Really?” Her heart flipped with excitement.
“Yes. You’re amazing, sweetheart.”
Tammy shook her head, rolled over onto her back and then narrowed her eyes at her mates. “You wouldn’t happen to have bought my art, would you?”
“We bought one, yes,” Phelan answered. “You’re very talented, Tams. We couldn’t walk away without buying at least one of your paintings.”
Tammy smiled. “Thank you.”
“No,” Hopper tapped her nose. “Thank you, Tams. Thank you for not giving up on us. Thank you for agreeing to be our mate. Thank you for agreeing to marry us, but most of all thank you for loving us.”
“You’re welcome.” Tammy wrapped her hand around Hopper’s nape and pulled him toward her.
He opened his mouth over hers, his tongue delving inside causing her to moan.
The covers were shoved down and then Phelan began to caress up and down her body. She groaned when he cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples. Tammy smoothed her hands over Hopper’s chest, down his stomach and lower still. He growled into her mouth when she wrapped her hand around his hard dick and pumped up and down.
Hopper broke the kiss. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”
“More than.”
Phelan clasped her wrists and pulled her arms up over her head, gently yet firmly pressing them into the mattress. “Leave them there,” he ordered.
Tammy nodded and licked her lips.
Phelan slanted his mouth over hers as he played with her breasts, strumming his thumbs over her nipples.
Hopper licked and nibbled his way down her body, over her ribs, stomach and licked over her hips bones. She spread her legs when he nudged them apart and then he settled on his stomach between her splayed thighs. He wrapped his arms around her legs and then licked her from top to bottom and back again. Tammy moaned and groaned, tension invading her limbs causing them to shake.
She cried out when Hopper flicked his tongue over her clit and pressed two fingers up inside her wet pussy.
Phelan kissed her hungrily before working his way down to her breasts. He pinched and plucked one nipple while suckling on the other. Tammy writhed beneath them, hungry for her mates loving and arched her hips up toward Hopper when he began to pump his fingers in and out of her cunt.
“I need you,” she panted when Phelan released her lips. “I love you, both, so much. I need you inside me, loving me. Now. Please?”
Phelan released her breasts, rolled from the bed and dug into his bag. She moaned when she saw the tube of lube in his hand, but first she wanted a taste of her mates.
“Stop,” she gasped out when Hopper rubbed his fingers over her internal G-spot.
“Why?” Phelan asked as he climbed back onto the bed.
“I want to taste you, both, too.”
Phelan shuddered. “Not today, baby. We’re both triggered after last night. You can suck our cocks later, but right now we need to be inside you.”
Hopper met her gaze with his blazing blue eyes. “He’s right, sweetheart. We need to love you. Sit up.”
Tammy clasped Hopper’s proffered hand and he helped her up to a sitting position. “Stand at the end of her bed with your hands on the mattress and your ass in the air.”
Tammy scrambled on shaky limbs to the end of the bed once Hopper had risen and then stood, too. She turned and braced her weight on her hands.
“Spread your legs further,” Phelan commanded.
She shifted until her legs were spread wide.
“So fucking sexy.” Phelan nipped her ass and then laved his tongue over the sting.
“We’re going to take you hard and fast, sweetheart, but first we need to make sure you’re ready.” Hopper squeezed her ass cheeks.
“I’m ready.” Tammy moaned when cool, moist fingers caressed over her star.
“Not yet you’re not, but you will be.”
She groaned when Hopper pressed his fingers into her pucker and began to stroke them in and out, coating her back entrance with lube.
“Fuck, she’s wet,” Phelan said in growly voice. “I can see her juices coating her thighs.”
“Oh.” Tammy shivered when Hopper withdrew his finger from her star.
“Turn around,” Phelan ordered.
Tammy pushed up and turned to her naked mates. She shook with hunger when she saw they had their hands wrapped around their cocks, pumping up and down their shafts.
“Come here, baby.” Phelan curled his finger.
Tammy walked over to him on trembling legs and sighed when he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her feet from the floor. She didn’t need to be told to hang on. She loved her mates more than her own life and was never letting them go again. She wrapped her arms around Phelan’s neck and hooked her legs around his waist. When he reached under, then grabbed his erect penis and rubbed the head against her folds, she whimpered. Her pussy clenched sending a slew of cream leaking from her body.
“I love you, Tammy,” Phelan said just before he began to press his hard dick into her cunt.
“I love you, too,” she gasped out and pushed down over his cock, taking him all the way inside. She tried to rise up again, but Phelan held her still, his hands on her hips.
“Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart,” Hopper said as he caressed over her back.
She took a breath and held it when he began to press his hard cock into her ass.
Tammy moaned, the breath leaving her lungs and then she sighed when she felt Hopper’s pelvis pressed against her ass. She was so full. Full of her mates’ cocks and full of emotion. Love flowed from her heart and into her veins.
There would be no more games unless they were ones of their choosing to keep the spice in their lives.
“Move,” she ordered as she wriggled her hips, smiling when both her mates groaned.
She only had time to take a breath and then they began to move.
The joy in her heart swelled as Phelan and Hopper pumped their hips, gliding their cocks in and out of her pussy and ass at the same time. One second she was almost empty and the next she was so full she wondered if she’d burst.
She gasped and groaned, as they surged in and out of her body, faster, deeper, and harder until their bodies were slapping against hers.
Liquid desire pooled low in her belly and then coursed through her veins. The pressure and tension began to build, causing the coil to tighten.
Tammy was happy and complete, between her mates, the loves of her life as they made love to her.
Her legs began to tremble, her internal walls began to ripple, but she held on. She didn’t want to climax without her mates.
Phelan slanted his mouth over hers, his tongue delving deep as he tasted all she had to give. Tammy kissed him back hungrily, sending her love to her men through the bond.
Every muscle in her body grew tauter until she felt as if they were about to snap, but still, she held off.
Hopper cupped and kneaded a breast and then pinched first one nipple and then the other sending shards of pleasure shooting down to her womb and clit.
She rocked her hips in sync with theirs, clenching them with her internal muscles, hoping to take them with her.
Just as she reached the pinnacle, Phelan and Hopper bit deep into the crook of her shoulder and neck.
Tammy screamed as she toppled over the edge.
Her pussy and ass clamped down hard around their pistoning cocks, before releasing and clenching down again as she flew to the stars.
Phelan shouted as he surged deep into her cunt, grinding his hips against hers and he, too, came.
Hopper made a deep growly sound as he shoved into her ass as he reached orgasm.
Their cocks jerked and juddered, cum spumed deep into her pussy, womb, and ass. She moaned each time their dicks pulsated, drawing out her own climax.
She loved Phelan and Hopper so much her heart hurt. She was looking forward to whatever life threw their way with them by her side.
Even though they’d had a lot to sort out and she’d wondered if she’d ever be mated with them, she should have known fate would win in the end.
It was game over and she was happy that they’d all come out as the victors.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Becca Van. I live in Australia with my wonderful hubby of many years, as well as my two children.
I read my first romance, which I found in the school library, at the age of thirteen and haven’t stopped reading them since. It is so wonderful to know that love is still alive and strong when there seems to be so much conflict in the world.
I dreamed of writing my own book one day but, unfortunately, didn’t follow my dream for many years. But once I started I knew writing was what I wanted to continue doing.
I love to escape from the world and curl up with a good romance, to see how the characters unfold and conflict is dealt with. I have read many books and love all facets of the romance genre, from historical to erotic romance. I am a sucker for a happy ending.
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