by Becca Van
Kent had been about to go after him when a nurse exited the doors and waved them over. She led them to the room Bella had been wheeled into. He hated seeing her hooked up to the heart machine and IVs, but the steady beep was also comforting. Bella was still alive. He grabbed a chair that was against the far wall and carried it over to her bedside, then settled in to wait for her to open her eyes. When he saw her gorgeous green eyes, he would be able to relax fully. Until then, he tried not to fidget, but he ended up pacing around the room, his gaze constantly going to the love of his life.
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An annoying beeping sound brought Bella to consciousness. As soon as she felt the pain in her body, head, ankle, and wrist, she wished she could go back to sleep. She moaned and licked her dry lips and forced her heavy eyelids up. She blinked and groaned when the bright lights overhead compounded the throbbing in her head.
She lifted a heavy hand to brush the hair from her face and cried out when sharp pain radiated from her wrist up the length of her arm.
“Don’t try and move, baby.”
She blinked her eyes open again to see Dawson and Kent leaning over each side of the bed she was lying in. “What happened?” Bella felt as if she’d been hit by a truck. She frowned as she tried to remember what happened, and then she gasped as the memories came flooding across her mind with startling clarity. “Where’s Misha? Is she all right? Is she safe?”
“Shh, Bella. Misha’s fine. She’s safe.” Kent threaded his fingers with those of her uninjured left hand.
“He was trying to lure Misha out. He’s obsessed with killing her,” she said with a sob.
“Clay and Spence won’t let him get her, baby.” Dawson sat on the side of the bed, rubbing gently over her belly. “Can you tell us what happened, Bella? How did you get away from him?”
“How long have I been here? He killed Brett. Put a knife to his throat and killed him.” Bella couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. She cried so hard she could barely draw a breath as the whole terrifying story came out in stilted gasps and wails. The moment she’d started crying, Dawson had carefully lifted her from the bed, blanket and all, and then sat in the chair with her cradled in his lap. Kent had rushed around the bed with the other chair and sat beside her, holding her left hand. She clutched his hand as if it was a lifeline, and it was as she relived her horrific ordeal. When she was done, she was so exhausted she couldn’t keep her eyes open, and her head was throbbing so much she felt ill, but she was safe in Dawson’s and Kent’s arms.
She let her eyes drift closed and fell asleep snuggled into Dawson’s chest and warmth.
Chapter Nineteen
Bella was frustrated with herself and her men. It had been four weeks since the serial killer had kidnapped and stabbed her, and though she still had casts on her wrist and ankle and she was a little stiff and sore, she was fine. The stitches in her shoulder had been removed and it hurt to move her arm, but she did often, making sure to do the rehabilitating exercises to regain her strength and movement. She hated being incapacitated and was getting grumpier with each day that passed.
Her life had changed that fateful, horrifying day, but she was thankful she was still alive. She was still having nightmares, but with counseling and Kent’s and Dawson’s loving care, they were coming less and less. Tanner, Cooper, and Jasmine hadn’t found the serial killer. They had found her wiped-down car abandoned in the parking lot of the Pahaska Tepee Resort, but after questioning the staff and groundkeepers to find out if they’d seen anyone suspicious and getting a negative, they searched themselves, but hadn’t found the evil fucker.
Bella was beginning to wonder if the asshole had skipped the county, because no other women had turned up dead, which seemed to go against what the sick prick had been doing. He’d been escalating, killing women more frequently, but there had been no reports of anyone going missing.
Jasmine had visited her in the hospital, and the poor woman could barely look her in the eyes. Although she’d tried to reassure the FBI profiler she was doing the best she could to help catch the psychopath, she’d seen the guilt and frustration in the agent’s eyes. She’d also seen the way Cooper and Tanner looked at Jasmine when they thought no one was watching. Jasmine watched the two deputies, too, but as soon as the men turned their eyes her way, she scowled at them. It would be interesting to see how long the three people could ignore the sparks flying between them.
Bella had had to take a leave of absence from her job since it was so hard to get about in the beginning. She’d had trouble maneuvering with one of her wrists in plaster, because it had made using crutches almost impossible. Now she was getting about on her own two legs, albeit with plaster covering one foot and lower leg to just below her knee, but she was able to limp along with the help of a walking stick.
All the guys and Misha had taken turns staying with her, and while she was happy she’d gotten to know them all better, she felt as if she was a burden. Plus, there was the fact that Dawson and Kent hadn’t made love to her in the last four weeks while she’d been recuperating, and she was getting antsy.
Bella had tried everything she could think of to get them to break the silent vow of not touching her sexually until she’d healed, but nothing had worked. She’d begun to think they didn’t want her anymore. That she was somehow tainted because of what that evil fucker had done to her.
She slumped down onto the sofa with a sigh. She’d just visited the bathroom after pausing the movie she’d been watching, but it hadn’t been holding her interest anyway. She’d read everything she could get her hands on, watched movie after movie until she was sure her eyes had turned square. Although she wished her life could go back to the way it was, she knew that wasn’t possible. Kent and Dawson were taking such good care of her, as were the other men and Misha, but she felt as if she was going a little stir crazy. She’d been able to sit out on the veranda and get some fresh air, but it wasn’t the same as being able to get out. Normally she was a real homebody, but even homebodies needed a change of scenery from time to time.
Two tears welled and rolled down her cheeks. She hated that she was crying because of self-pity, but she just couldn’t seem to push the dejection that had been building over the last four weeks away. She scooted down on the sofa, resting her head on the arm with a cushion under her neck, closed her eyes, and let the tears come. Maybe after she’d had a good cry she would feel more like herself. She hadn’t cried since she’d woken up in the hospital.
She was just glad that she’d finished purging her pent-up emotions before Kent and Dawson arrived home from work. Misha had stayed with her today, and though she didn’t think it was necessary for her to have a babysitter anymore, she’d been grateful for the company. Misha had gone home only half an hour ago.
When she heard a truck pull up outside, she pushed herself up and scooted back until she was sitting in the corner of the sofa. The front door opened, and then she heard two sets of footsteps coming her way. Dawson entered the living room first with Kent right behind him. Dawson smiled and hurried over to her.
The smile slid from his face as he knelt down in front of the sofa. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Nothing,” Bella answered.
“Then why have you been crying?” Kent asked as he gently lifted her legs, sat down, and slid closer before lowering her legs over his lap.
“I was just feeling sorry for myself,” she admitted reluctantly.
Dawson met Kent’s gaze briefly, and then he was scooping her up into his arms. She looped an arm around his neck, clinging to him as he spun around and sat on the sofa where she’d been sitting, placing her in his lap.
“Talk to us, darlin’,” Kent said as he clasped her hand in his. “What’s bothering you?”
“D-don’t you w-want me anymore?” Bella blurted out.
“Why would you ask that, Bella?” Dawson asked with a frown. “We love you, baby. Of course we want you.”
“Then why haven’t you made love wit
h me?”
“Darlin’, you’ve been healing. You were stabbed and have broken bones,” Kent explained.
“I’m not hurting anymore. I want you both so much. The need to be with you is so bad it’s clawing at my insides.”
“We don’t want to hurt you, Bella.” Dawson kissed her temple and then stroked a hand over her head.
“You would never hurt me.” Bella grabbed hold of Dawson’s hand and squeezed it. “Please, will you both make love with me? I miss you both, that closeness we have when we’re touching. I miss that connection.”
Dawson glanced at Kent and they both nodded. Without saying a word, Dawson rose, taking her with him, and hurried toward the bedroom.
Bella rested her head on his shoulder with contentment. She was about to show her men how much she loved them.
Dawson eased her down onto the edge of the mattress, and then he and Kent helped her remove her clothes. Her breathing sped up with eagerness, but she wasn’t about to let her men rule just yet. She had a fantasy and she was about to make it come true.
Dawson reached for her, but she shook her head and wagged her finger at him. He frowned down at her.
“Both of you are wearing way too many clothes.” Bella folded her arms beneath her breasts, biting her lip when she saw both of her men’s gazes immediately zero in on her chest. Her blood flowed faster and warmer through her veins, causing her breasts to swell and her nipples to harden. Her pussy moistened and her clit began to throb. Her breath caught in her throat as her men stripped off. They were so handsome and magnificently built. They were tall, muscular, and sexy, and they were all hers. She licked her lips when her gaze locked on to two erect cocks, and then she beckoned them closer with her finger.
Their gazes heated as they moved closer. Bella wrapped one hand around the base of Kent’s cock and leaned forward to lick over the top of Dawson’s dick.
“Fuck!” Dawson growled.
“Yeah,” Kent rasped.
Bella began to pump her hand up and down Kent’s cock while she laved and swirled her tongue around Dawson’s before opening her mouth and sucking him in deeper. She gazed up at her men from beneath her lowered eyelashes and would have smiled if she hadn’t had her mouth full. Both of them had their heads tilted up toward the ceiling and their hands clenched into fists, as if stopping themselves from reaching for her.
She bobbed up and down over Dawson’s dick a few times before releasing him and taking Kent’s hard penis into her mouth. He grunted as he canted his pelvis toward her. Bella sucked, licked, and bobbed, her arm across her body as she pumped Dawson’s shaft with her hand. She went back and forth between the two of them, sucking, licking, and pumping her hand until Dawson threaded his fingers into her hair and pulled her from his cock.
“I can’t take any more, baby. I’m too triggered.”
“Me, too,” Kent said as he gently pried her hand from around his cock. “You can do that to us another time, darlin’, but right now I need to be buried inside that hot, wet pussy. I want to feel you coming on my cock.”
Bella moaned and then gasped when Kent lifted her into his arms. “Put your arms around my neck, Bella.”
She looped her arms around his neck, careful not to hit him with her cast, and was about to hook her legs around his waist, but she only managed to get one leg around his hips. Dawson came up behind her and supported the leg that had the plaster cast on it. “Stay nice and still for us, baby. We’ll do all the work. We don’t want you jostling your leg or wrist.”
Bella didn’t feel any painful aches because she was too hungry for her men, but she nodded anyway. Kent slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her rapaciously, building the fiery heat that had been simmering inside of her from the moment Dawson started carrying her toward the bedroom.
She whimpered as fingers stroked her folds and moaned when a thick finger dipped into her wet cunt.
“She’s soaking wet,” Dawson said in a growly voice as he withdrew his fingers from her pussy and clasped her waist.
Kent caressed her ass and then grabbed hold of her cheeks. Both men lifted her higher, and she groaned as Kent’s cock surged deep into her pussy. He broke the kiss, rested his forehead against hers, and panted. “So fucking good, darlin’.”
Bella hummed in agreement and tried to lift her pussy up so she could slam back down onto his hard cock, but Kent held her in place.
“Wait for Dawson, Bella.”
Bella glanced over her shoulder to see Dawson coming back toward her with a tube of lube in his hand and a condom already sheathing his hard dick. She faced Kent again, leaning forward to lick and suck on his muscular neck. He groaned and shoved his hips forward, making her moan as his cock glided along her internal walls.
“Oh.” She shivered when Dawson rubbed over her star with lubed fingers and pressed her lips to Kent’s again. Dawson took his time lubing her anus and stretching her out, and she was so famished for him, and Kent she wasn’t above begging. “Please?”
“Take a deep breath and hold it for me, baby,” Dawson commanded.
Bella inhaled, holding the air in her lungs as Dawson pressed his lubed, condom-covered cock into her back entrance.
“Breathe out and push against me, Bella.”
As she exhaled, she pushed out and Dawson’s cock glided all the way into her ass.
She shook and shivered, liquid, desirous heat pooling low in her belly. Her internal muscles rippled around the two cocks embedded in her pucker and pussy, causing their cocks to twitch in answer.
Bella couldn’t hold back any longer. She went wild, trying to rock her pelvis to get them to move, but Kent and Dawson held her firmly between them. Just as she was about to scream at them to move, Kent withdrew from her cunt to the crown, and as he stroked back in, Dawson retreated from her ass.
The first few strokes were slow and gentle, but she didn’t want slow and gentle. Bella wanted fast and hard. She wanted to be fucked until she was screaming their names.
“Harder! Faster! Please? Please, please, please.”
Dawson nipped her earlobe and then whispered into her ear. “Hold on tight, baby.”
And then they gave her what she’d asked for.
Kent and Dawson surged in and out of her cunt and ass, fast, hard, and deep.
The pressure began to build higher each time they shuttled in and out of her pussy and anus. The coil began to gather, getting tighter and tighter, her internal walls getting closer and closer together. Bella could hear her own gasping moans but couldn’t have stopped them if she’d tried. Not that she really wanted to quiet the words coming out of her mouth, because they were the absolute truth.
“I love you. I love you. I love you both.”
Dawson leaned around and slammed his mouth over hers and twirled his tongue around hers before delving deep. Kent was sucking and biting at her neck while he kneaded her breasts and then plucked at her sensitive nipples.
All of a sudden, everything inside her froze in white-hot blazing heat, and then she was shooting to the stars.
She screamed as she came hard.
Her whole body quivered and quaked in Dawson’s and Kent’s arms. Her muscles clamped down hard around the two cocks still pistoning in and out of her ass and pussy before releasing and clenching down again. White noise filled her ears, and flashes of lightning streaked across in front of her eyes. Cream gushed from her cunt, drenching Kent and the inside of her thighs as she climaxed harder than she’d ever come before. The streaks of lightning waned, to be replaced by pinpricks of darkness that gathered together and began to coalesce into a thick, high wall.
Bella inhaled, filling her burning lungs, and the darkness receded.
Kent roared as he drove his hard cock deep into her pussy, his hands twitching around her breasts as he came, his body trembling against hers.
Two strokes later, Dawson released her lips just before he yelled as he surged deeply into her ass. He jerked and juddered against her, his cock pulsing and twitchin
g inside of her back entrance, causing her insides to palpitate with aftershocks, until finally the last convulsion faded.
She slumped in their arms, safe with the knowledge they wouldn’t let her fall, and when she finally managed to open her passion-heavy eyelids, she realized that they were all on the floor near the end of the bed.
A giggle formed in her chest and burst out of her mouth. Dawson nudged her chin up and around until their gazes were locked, and then he kissed her softly, sweetly, lovingly.
All the self-doubts she’d been carrying around inside of her for the last four weeks were gone, and in their place was a love so strong her heart felt as if it were about to burst wide open.
These two men were the loves of her life and she was theirs. She felt as if she were the luckiest woman alive. They hadn’t let her run from them. They’d been honest from the beginning and hadn’t given up on her when she’d turned away from them. In her mind, they’d conquered her insecurities with love and patience, and she was so glad that they hadn’t walked away from her.
“We need to get off the floor,” Dawson said as he shifted behind her.
Bella moaned as his cock withdrew from her ass. She giggled when she saw him stagger to his feet. If his legs felt like hers, as if they were overcooked noodles, she would have staggered, too.
“Take my hand, baby.”
She took Dawson’s proffered hand and groaned as he lifted her off of Kent, her stiff legs protesting. She didn’t get the chance to stretch her aching muscles out, because as soon as she was on her feet, Kent stood, lifted her into his arms, and kissed her.
Bella hugged him tight and kissed him back with all the love warming her heart.
He carried her to the bed and sat her on the edge. He glanced over his shoulder to Dawson. Kent went to the bedside drawer and then came back, to kneel at her feet. Dawson knelt before he crawled over until he was right next to Kent.
“I love you so fucking much, Bella.” Dawson laced his fingers with hers, lifted her hand to his mouth, and then kissed the back of it.