“Holy God, baby, it’s incredible. You’re incredible,” Mike said, and kissed her.
“Come here,” Turner said, and slid his fingers into her hair and she knew what he wanted. She knew what a ménage entailed and tonight she was throwing inhibition and fear to the wind and letting go big time. Anal sex? Holy shit. She eased her mouth over Turner’s cock and began to feast on him. Hands smoothed along her ass and hips, then her breasts as both Mike and Phantom thrust into her body. She moaned and felt more cream release and then Phantom cursed.
“I’m there. Fuck, I’m there,” he said, and then thrust hard and deep four more times in her ass before he came.
“This mouth. Sweetie, you’re perfection. I can’t hold back. If you don’t want to swallow me, release me,” he said, giving her the option.
She gripped his thigh and sucked as he came. When he pulled out, he was panting for breath and then Mike rolled her to her back and thrust into her several more times before he came. He fell against her body, breathing against her neck and ear.
“Amazing. Never like this, North. Thank you for trusting us,” he said and then kissed her.
* * * *
They eased onto the bed and Mike held her in his arms. Phantom got washed up, looking around her bathroom, noticing the upscale décor, the marble and the big jacuzzi bathtub. There were candles all different sizes that were lit at one point or another. He could imagine North laying in a bubble bath, bubbles up to her breasts. He licked his lips. Her body was phenomenal. She was thin, toned from running, but well-endowed and that ass, holy fuck, she let them make love to her together. His heart felt like there was something squeezing it. His gut instincts in tune to the reality of this relationship if it were to progress. He wanted it to. He knew instantly he did, but what about North? What was she holding back? They would need to ease it out of her, yet part of him was concerned to know how bad it was. He joined them in the bedroom. Mike was holding North in his arms and she was pulling the blanket up to cover her body.
“No need for that. We’re just taking a little rest before we do it all again,” Turner said, and slid along the bed when he stopped short, his hand under the pillow next to Mike’s he rested on.
“What the fuck?” Turner pulled out a gun, a Glock.
North sat up. So did Mike.
“A gun under your pillow?” Turner asked, holding it. He checked it.
“Loaded?” Phantom asked.
“And ready to go,” Turner said.
“Give it to me,” she said to him, putting her hand out.
“Why do you have a gun under your bed?” Mike asked, sliding his palm up her hip. She took the gun from Turner, checked the safety and then climbed over Mike and put it into the drawer by the bed. She then walked to the closet door and pulled down a robe, got into it, breasts moving with her motion, making Phantom instantly want her again, but this gun thing added to his concerns.
“Come here, North,” Mike said to her, as he sat on the edge of the side of the bed, legs open, still naked. Turner stepped into his jeans and so did Phantom. Neither man buttoned them up. She walked to Mike, ran her fingers through her blonde hair and he gripped her hips.
“Why the gun under your pillow?”
She swallowed. “Safety, security at night when I’m here alone.”
Turner walked over and placed his hands on her shoulders. She glanced over her shoulder and up at him. She was a lot shorter than all of them, and looked so feminine standing there in the silk pink robe.
“Does this have something to do with your past, and why you didn’t want to get involved with us?” he asked, and she opened her mouth but then closed it.
“No lies,” Phantom snapped at her and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Yes.”
“Well, explain it,” Phantom said to her.
“No,” she said and pressed away from them and walked around the bed.
Phantom reached out and pulled her into his arms. “Yeah, that response isn’t going to fly, honey.”
“Well it has to fly, because I’m not telling you anything else. You said to let go tonight. No strings attached, no complicated talking just feeling and I did. Let’s not ruin this,” she said.
Phantom didn’t do vulnerable, but boy did her response send a sucker punch to his gut. This wasn’t just sex. He knew the fucking difference. Why was she resisting and lying about what they obviously all felt?
“Don’t lie. It was more than sex.”
“It may have to be just that.”
“What?” Mike asked, standing up and then stepping into his jeans.
“Something isn’t right here. You’re holding back and I get the feeling that whatever happened in your past that has you pushing us away and minimizing what we shared is going to be used by you as a wedge to keep your distance.”
She ran her fingers through her hair. “I enjoyed spending this time with you,” she said.
“No. You are not getting rid of us and putting up the fucking walls.” Phantom lifted her up and pressed her back onto the bed. She straddled his hips, the robe parted and she reached up and cupped his cheeks.
“I don’t want to, Phantom, but I will. To protect you,” she said to him, and he squinted.
“To protect us?” Mike asked.
“Do you know what we do for a living, North?” Turner asked her.
“Turner,” Mike warned him.
“No, I think she should know what we do. Maybe it will let her know that we’re more than capable of handling whatever her fears are and whatever happened in her past,” he added, and sat down on the bed and stroked her shoulder.
“We were in the military and are now hired by both government and military organizations to complete specified missions,” Turner said.
“We’re mercenaries,” Phantom said to her, and her eyes widened.
“That’s a secret we’re willing to share with you to show you that we want this to work. That we can trust you and you can trust us,” Mike said to her.
Phantom saw the tears fill her eyes. “Tell us. Give us some indication of how bad it was.” He caressed her thighs and she held onto his forearms.
“I dated someone. A friend set us up. He was charming, wealthy and things seemed normal for several months, but soon I became his obsession,” she said, and her nose turned red, a tear escaped her eye. His chest tightened.
“Was he abusive?” Turner asked.
“Yes.” Phantom clenched his teeth.
“Were the police involved? Did you press charges?” Mike asked.
She shook her head. “It’s complicated.”
“How so? If he struck you and you got away, you press charges and he goes to jail,” Turner said to her.
“You know that isn’t how it works, and if that guy has connections, if you’re held against your will and he doesn’t let you leave, you can’t report him,” she said to him.
“He held you prisoner?” Phantom asked her.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I won’t say more. I can’t. I’m sorry, but that was way more than anyone knows. Your cousin Afina doesn’t know. None of my friends do. I moved out here to be free, and to start a new life and hope that I never have to worry about him again.”
“But you do worry? You think he’ll come looking for you? That’s why you have the gun?” Turner asked. She nodded her head.
“Where is he? What’s his name?”
“No, Mike. I’m not telling you anything else. My fears are mine. I’ve come a long way from two years ago. Every day is a struggle to feel more confident and to not be afraid. I need that gun. Especially at night. I live in this apartment on the middle floor of the building for more reasons than the view and that I’m alone. No one can penetrate this apartment except through the front door.”
“That’s what all the deadbolts are about?” Phantom asked. He noticed them when he locked the door after they came inside. She nodded.
“No one can climb a ladder, and well, if someon
e was to come down on a rope and crash through the sliders, one, I have a gun, and two, they have to pass several windows before they made it to this one.”
“Jesus,” Turner said.
“Smart thinking. You don’t need to be alone anymore. Not with us around. We can make that fear disappear,” Phantom said and eased lower. He cupped her face between his hands and looked into her beautiful green eyes, at the tears on her lashes and he wanted to take all the fear and pain away from her.
“I accepted tonight because it felt so good to be in your arms. To have the three of you close, and that you said to let go and not think past the moment. I can’t give more than what I gave tonight. I’m going to need slow, and you can’t push me, because I know myself. When I get pushed into a corner and panic, I react, and I could get mean.”
“Mean, huh?” Phantom asked, and cupped her breast.
“Yes.”
“I can get intense, and I think with a little discipline you’ll realize we care and we aren’t going anywhere no matter how fresh you get,” he said and pinched her nipple.
Her lips parted. “Phantom, please understand.”
“I understand.” He looked at Mike and Turner.
“We need you again, and again, and again, and eventually you’ll realize how perfect this is and how perfect we are.” He pressed his mouth to hers and eased the robe from her body. When he rolled to his back, she immediately took his cock into her wet pussy and began to ride him. She held his gaze. “Let go with us, and all the other stuff will fall into place.”
She didn’t respond verbally, but began to rock her hips as Turner moved in behind her and prepared her ass for his cock. Mike knelt on the bed with his cock in hand. “Together, so we secure this bond,” he said, and she gasped as Turner eased a finger into her ass being sure she was ready to take him. In and out he eased that finger. She moaned and rocked back and forth up and down, and then he replaced fingers with his cock. He slid his cock into her ass and then lowered her mouth to Mike’s cock. They rocked their hips, thrust into her over and over again, and Phantom watched her closely, feeling so much inside, and knowing that no matter how bad things were, he would do whatever it took to protect their woman, and help her to never feel pain or fear again. Everything.
* * * *
They were all moaning and thrusting into North and Turner was filled with too many emotions to analyze. Their woman, and North was their woman, had been a victim of abuse. That explained her knowing Ice, but he couldn’t help but feel there was more to her story. As he thrust his cock into her ass, making love to her with Phantom and Mike, he knew this was different. That he never felt so compelled to take care of and possess a woman ever before. He understood what his friends in this type of relationship felt, he just worried about North’s position in this, and whether she was so scarred that she couldn’t fully give into them. There was so much to fear, yet so much more to enjoy. He gripped her hips and watched her suck on Mike’s cock and counterthrust over Phantom.
“Ours. You’re ours, North, always,” he said and came in her ass. He hoped she felt his mark, his possessive hold on her body and her soul, because she sure got a hold of his heart, big time.
Chapter Six
“Are you going to inform Synista of this update?” Castella asked Ferlong.
Ferlong tapped his finger to his chin and leaned back in his chair at the desk.
Castella remained quiet.
“There are a few ways to play this. The money Sully asked for is well worth it. I mean, she’s a beauty. Forester is obsessed with her. Her brother Tyler caused a lot of problems across the board for all of us. Then there’s the aspect of involving ourselves in an abduction, and having cops on our asses.”
“That’s only if you do the abducting. I say if you’re considering grabbing her, no matter what you decide to do with her, you make that scumbag agent do the dirty work for you. That way if or when Synista finds out, which you know he will because we’re working that deal right now with the casinos, you can make it look like you were intervening to help save her and bring her to Forester.”
“I like your line of thinking. I mean the woman means nothing to me, but her pictures, man she piques my curiosity.”
“She’s a fine looking woman, and controllable, too.”
“I can get any woman I want, and Forester has been a good business associate, so there’s no need to go after something he wants so badly. However, if we inform him of her location he could react and do something stupid. He’s off the radar right now.”
“Then he needs you to handle this, which means you could use it to negotiate the split on the deals with the casinos. You get a larger portion.”
Castella raised one of his eyebrows up at him.
“Listen, any man would do the same thing. You don’t need Forester to succeed in your business dealings, and he doesn’t need you. The two of you have chosen to work with one another. I’m game no matter what you decide, and why? Because I know what I get out of this. The thing we need to worry about are the feds.”
“That’s what Dully is for. To falsify information and throw off the feds’ scents. I think it’s best we use this, her, as an added bonus to signing contracts and a deal with Forester.”
“What about Loconto?”
“Let’s hope Loconto doesn’t find out about any of this, and about the woman. We know how he is. He would use her to control Forester and try to control us.”
“Plus, if he got a hold of a woman like North, forget about it. She wouldn’t survive.”
Ferlong nodded. “She resists Sully and fights him taking her, I wouldn’t put it past him to do his own kind of damage and deliver her.”
Furlong exhaled. “Forester is obsessed with this woman. She’s his weakness. We know it, Sully knows it, and if Loconto finds out, he’ll want in on this, too, so let’s keep it small. Contact Sully and give him the details, then let’s sit back and let all the cards fall into place. The contracts and deals with the casinos, the drug deals, and the extra bonus money Forester will pay to get his precious woman.”
“He’ll pay whatever you ask. You know that, right?” Castella asked Ferlong.
“Sometimes the greatest warriors fall because of the loins of a woman.”
* * * *
The morning after. Holy God she was nervous as she got dressed, which was a whole major decision because she wanted to impress them. Despite how many times they told her she was gorgeous, sexy, and how they loved her body, she was still uncertain, and felt self-conscious. She knew it had a lot to do with what Forester had done to her. His words, his treatment of her, his capability of placing her on display and breaking her down. When she got dressed for work, for going out, or even just lounging in the apartment, she made certain she looked good. Forester demanded she always be ready to impress and look hot. She looked at herself in the mirror, the one piece sundress hugged her curves and dipped a little low in the front. There were a few buttons there and as she adjusted the dress she debated about unbuttoning another button, revealing more of her deep cleavage. That would be what Forester would want. He was one man she had to please, now she was involved with three. Three men who seemed mysterious, hard, commanding and superior in all aspects. Whether it be their physical appearances, or their commanding, ordering tones, they demanded respect and submission. She felt sick to her stomach. It was one night of making love. Hell, she had anal sex, multiple times. She loved every minute of it, but wondered what would come of this. Could they be serious or were they waiting in the kitchen for her to come out so they could break the news that last night and this morning were great, they had fun, and see ya?
Tears filled her eyes. She was an idiot. Fragile. More fragile than she was willing to admit or to reveal to anyone, even Ice. God, she would have to see Ice. She didn’t tell Phantom, Mike, and Turner everything. She hadn’t even touched the cruelty and abuse she sustained, never mind the danger she was still in. Could she never reveal that to them? Perhaps her
luck would change and Forester would never find her?
She took a deep breath and exhaled. She could do this. She could do the morning after. She was strong, conditioned herself to hide emotions and her needs to be held and cherished. She was alone. That was the bottom line.
She walked out of her bedroom, her low-heeled sandals clicking on the tile flooring, and all three men looked at her. She stopped short. It was like she lost her breath at the sight of them alone. Phantom sitting on the bar stool by the island in the kitchen. His thick, muscular, jean covered legs out in front of him and one muscular arm leaning on the counter. That expression, so dark, unreadable gazed over her body and she felt it. Mike, gruff thicker than last night, button-down shirt unbuttoned but not too low, sleeves rolled up, one hand in his pocket and the other leaning on the counter behind him. His eyes swept over her. Turner. Oh heavens did he look hungry all over again, and he licked his lower lip and closed the space between them and snagged her around the waist. “You look incredible,” he whispered, and suckled against her neck, making her shiver and her pussy cream once again.
She held onto his rock solid arms, feeling the protruding triceps and then smoothed her hand lower to hug him as he embraced her, and ran his palms over her ass and under her hair to her neck. He sniffed and she giggled. “You smell so good. I love whatever it is you wear all the time. I can smell it even if you aren’t there,” he said, and it shocked her. Those weren’t words spoken by a man ready to say, “Adios, sweetheart.”
“Want to go grab something to eat?” Mike asked, stepping closer as Turner pulled back but kept a hand on her hip.
She stared at them. “Are you sure you want to? You’re not busy?”
Mike squinted at her and then reached out and cupped her cheek. “We don’t want to leave you. We don’t want our time together to end.” Mike pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him back and decided it felt too good to be with these men to resist the attraction. She moaned into his mouth when she felt his hand slide up under her dress and then trailed a finger along the crack of her ass. He squeezed her ass cheek and she pulled from his mouth.
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