by BJ Wane
From the urgency in Greg’s voice, Devin figured this wasn’t Kelsey’s foster parent just checking in. As soon as they stepped out into the night-fallen cooler air and verified no one else was around, Greg switched his cell to speaker and Jordan’s voice rang with sharp concern.
“You stay glued to Kelsey if you have to handcuff her to your side.”
“You found out something.” Greg’s knuckles went white as he held the phone between them.
With everyone except Tom and Kelsey already at the social hall for dinner, the only sounds in the yard were the night life stirring in the woods and McAllister’s voice. Jordan paused, as if weighing his words then replied, “Yes, and it goes back to Kelsey’s childhood, to when she was five and found alone several blocks from the house where it was later discovered her father had been murdered.”
“Son-of-a-bitch, you knew that all this time, didn’t you?” Devin snapped, pissed off at their deceit in keeping Kelsey’s past from them.
“DNA proved she was related to Fiske Olssen, a Swede with dual citizenship. It wasn’t until after we gave her a name and had her ensconced in foster care that we discovered her birth certificate. Her real name is Inga Olssen and her mother died in childbirth. At the time of his death, we had Olssen under surveillance for money-laundering and knew nothing about a daughter. He went to great efforts to keep her identity hidden.”
Greg swore and narrowed his eyes. “She doesn’t know any of this. I’ve heard her say she’s a nobody when she’s denying there’s any threat against her.”
Jordan’s heavy sigh came through the line and they could hear Theresa sniffing in the background. “She wouldn’t be a nobody even if she wasn’t related to a murdered criminal. We knew at the time about Olssen’s partner in Sweden and learned of an ongoing investigation over there that was at a standstill.”
“Fine,” Devin bit out, glaring at Greg for involving them in this mess. There was no way he would turn his back on Kelsey now. “Skip forward to now and tell us what you unearthed. Someone is after her, correct?”
“Yes. The authorities in Sweden referred a law firm searching for Inga Olssen to us since her father spent the last seven years of his life in the states. It appears he left her the contents of a lockbox to open upon her thirtieth birthday, which is coming up on October second. Both Sweden and we believe someone, likely Olssen’s partner, Sven Lindgren is trying to stop her from inheriting. Authorities in Sweden are working on getting a court order to open the box without involving her.”
Theresa’s stern voice came on the line. “In the meantime, you don’t let her out of your sight.”
“Like you did the night she was assaulted? Where the hell was she that someone could get to her?” Devin growled.
“At a private club, miles from the city, with strict instructions to remain upstairs in the office. She had no business spying on the activities taking place downstairs but disobeying our orders as well as the club owners may have saved her life since her assailant is the one who ended up dead.” Jordan’s voice vibrated with tension.
“Are you talking about a BDSM club?” Greg looked at Devin and mouthed ‘that explains a lot’ when Jordan confirmed his suspicion.
“It wasn’t my idea, but after I talked to her boss, which she doesn’t know, I thought she would be as safe as she’s been all these years. And yes, I know about your involvement in the lifestyle,” he added in a dry tone.
“And you still trusted us with her. When do you plan to tell her all of this?” Greg asked as Devin started toward the house.
Jordan sighed. “You’re going to insist on now, aren’t you?”
“We won’t keep her in the dark. You’ve done that long enough,” Devin retorted, opening the front door. “We’re headed over to dinner. Call her in two hours or we’ll tell her.” He pressed end before Greg had a chance to rebuke his statement.
“Don’t worry,” Greg returned, following him inside. “I agree with you. She has a right to know who she is. It won’t be easy for her.”
“I know.” And Devin knew there was nothing they could do to change that.
I wanted their attention, but this is ridiculous. Kelsey sent Greg a questioning glance as he followed her to the buffet table, again. “What’s with you?”
“Can’t I get a dessert too?”
She snorted. “You can do whatever you want, but you know what I mean. Either you or Devin has been glued to my side since you walked in the door.” She leaned closer, went up on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear as he bent down. “Since I know you don’t intend to give me another lesson in submitting in front of your guests, back off.”
Greg slid his hand under her hair and gripped her neck, his green eyes turning stormy as he sank his teeth into her lower lip, obviously not caring who saw. “We may not be in a scene but behave yourself anyway. I’ll use any excuse to toss you over my knee.”
For once, she wasn’t put out with the girls and slutty bitch’s quick, heated response to his dark tone and titillating threat. All too aware of how time was ticking away, she planned to get on board and stay there with whatever either of them wanted.
“I’ll look forward to it,” she returned, stepping back with a teasing grin. “But right now, I want a piece of that cherry pie.”
“Then you better hurry,” Mary quipped from behind her. “There’s only one piece left.”
“It’s mine.” Kelsey grabbed the plate before asking Mary, “Do you want some help cleaning up tonight?”
“No, thanks, dear. These hunters have almost cleaned out the buffet, so all Les and I have to do is load up the dishwasher. That’s the best part about camp dining, everyone expects disposable dishes that can be tossed instead of washed. Go on, enjoy yourself.”
Kelsey waited until Mary returned to the kitchen and Greg picked up a piece of chocolate cake and then placed his free hand on her lower back as they started back to their table before saying, “I hope this sudden hovering isn’t because of my fall this afternoon. I told you I’m fine.”
“Maybe we just want to make sure you don’t have any more tripping accidents.” He checked the time as they sat down, Devin and the two guests from the hunting party at their table having taken up a game of pool.
“Do you have a hot date later tonight? You keep checking the time.” Devin had done the same thing while they ate.
“You know I don’t. Besides, I’m a one-submissive-at-a-time Dom.”
Greg winked at her and she let her misgivings about their odd behavior slide off in favor of basking in the rush of pleasure his statement produced.
Over the next ninety minutes, the guests trickled back to their cabins to turn in and Kelsey started feeling the effects of the long ride. By the time she waited for the social hall to clear so she could return to the house with Greg and Devin, the soothing relief from her long hot soak in the tub before dinner was gone. As they climbed the steps to the porch, her longing to crawl into bed was interrupted by the silent vibration of her phone.
“Who’s calling this late?” she muttered, pausing on the porch to pull her cell out of her pocket. Seeing Jordan’s number, she frowned, wondering why, given the even later time in Philly, he hadn’t waited until morning.
“Hey, Jordan, what’s up?” A cold chill invaded her body as Greg and Devin each squeezed her shoulder and then stepped inside, leaving the door open as she stood on the porch listening to her foster parents’ explanation for keeping her past a secret from her for twenty-five years.
Chapter 12
Thirty minutes later, sobs tore through Kelsey’s constricted throat as she hung up the phone and dashed inside. She didn’t see Greg and Devin’s concerned faces as she ran by them, slammed her bedroom door behind her and flung herself face down on the bed with uncontrollable tremors of scorching betrayal. A lie. My whole life has been a lie. No matter what Jordan or Theresa had said, they couldn’t convince her she meant more to them than just being part of an unsolved case. As they had filled in the
blank spots about whatever family she had come from, Kelsey still couldn’t remember anything about her father or the night he’d been killed.
Inga Olssen. Kelsey Hammond. Who am I? She shuddered with the onslaught of fresh tears. Someone wanted her dead because of an inheritance she didn’t even want. She couldn’t wrap her mind around that revelation. All these years, the couple she thought had taken her in and kept her because they cared had only been doing their jobs. Jordan admitted he and Theresa had suspected the attempted kidnapping from a school outing when she’d been six and the break-in at her second foster home four years later weren’t random incidents. When nothing else happened by the time she’d turned eighteen, they had figured she was safe from her father’s enemies.
Until the assault at the club, Dominion.
If only they would have told her the truth from the beginning, or at least once they deemed she was no longer in danger. Then she wouldn’t have woven fantasies around them caring for her as part of their family, she wouldn’t have grown comfortable thinking of them as the parents she never knew or remembered. Like shattered glass, her emotions had splintered apart and fragmented the moment she heard Jordan’s damning words and opened up a black chasm of nothingness when one thought worked its way to the forefront through her grief. What now?
As Kelsey lay on the bed, her body shaking from the gripping onslaught of her despair, she didn’t hear the door open or the rustle of clothing. The covers were pushed out from under her and she didn’t stop crying or lift her head. But when the bed dipped with Greg and Devin’s weight and their naked, hot-as-a-furnace bodies pressed against her shivering form, their deep tenors finally penetrated the fog of heartache clouding her mind.
“Stop now, little bit, or you’ll break my heart,” Greg whispered in her ear as he untucked her shirt.
Devin’s low, guttural demand came from her other side. “Enough, baby, before you hurt yourself.”
She lifted and rolled at their urging, let them strip her clothes off and then sighed in blissful need as her bare flesh came into contact with all of those rippling muscles covered with smooth skin and hair-roughened limbs. Giving off as much heat as an Arizona desert, the coldness invading her body for the last hour slowly dissipated. A pent-up, convulsive sob broke through as they turned her on her side and swept their abrasive palms down her body, front and back. She moaned as they brought nerve endings to life with light grazes and hard squeezes, sweeping touches everywhere except where she needed them most.
“Please,” she choked out, arching into their hands, shivering as hard, hot and heavy cocks brushed her stomach and pressed between her buttocks.
“Quiet, Kelsey. Don’t talk, don’t think. Just feel.”
“No, sir, Master Greg. I need you. I need more.” Kelsey didn’t even wince at her whimpering, pleading tone; she was too far immersed in despair and aching need to care how desperate she sounded.
Devin’s rare chuckle rumbled against her back. “While I like hearing our respected title coming out of your mouth, you’re still not calling the shots.”
A stinging slap landed on her right buttock, the burn sending her blood in a heated rush through her veins. She pressed closer to Greg only to have him work a hand between their sweat-dampened bodies and slide down to press up between her legs. Kelsey’s frantic lust-induced state was fast reaching the boiling point, need for the sweet oblivion of a climax overruling everything else.
With a soft cry, she rolled on top of Greg, straddled his waist and rose above his straining erection. Reaching down, she gripped the pulsing shaft and pleaded with them again. “Please.”
Their dual curses and quick fumbling over the side of the bed barely registered. A swath of moonlight streaming through the window above the bed bathed her body in a white glow as she held her breath waiting for Greg to sheath himself. Devin leaned up on an elbow and circled one turgid nipple with his finger before flicking the tender bud with a scrape of his nail.
“Yes!” Acceptance of the pinprick burst from her mouth as she arched back, thrusting her breasts forward. “More,” she demanded as Greg gripped her hips and urged her down by slow increments, way too slow for the lust raging through her.
“No!” he snapped out when she tried taking all of him in at once. “I’m big and you’re too fucking small.” He tightened his hands on her hips. “I’ll say how much, how fast.”
Kelsey sucked in a deep breath as he worked his way inside her, stretching muscles, scraping along sensitive, swollen tissues inch by slow, excruciating inch. She quivered and tightened around his steely girth as he bumped her womb. And then they took her over; Greg lifting her up, dragging her slick pussy along his rigid length before pummeling back up with a deep plunge while Devin made free with the rest of her bowing body. He plucked at her nipples and tickled her abdomen; traced along her sides and across her buttocks before pinching the fleshy globes.
The reality of Jordan’s disclosures faded as raw sexual hunger invaded her body and took command of her senses. Her breath lodged in her throat, trapped so she couldn’t breathe but for ragged gasps as they overwhelmed her with each forceful cock thrust and every hand sweep and finger tug on nipples, butt and everywhere in between. The orgasm hit her with hard waves of jolting pleasure as she rocked on Greg’s lunging body and arched under Devin’s marauding hand.
She was still trembling from the dichotomy of riotous sensations they had whipped up as they lowered her between them again. But Kelsey wasn’t ready to deal with her past yet, not with that one word still echoing in her muddled head. More.
“We have more, baby, but you should be careful about insisting on what you want.”
Kelsey didn’t realize she’d spoken the word aloud until she heard Devin’s growl in her ear and became smothered by his six-foot-two body covering her as he tucked her under him. “Being careful is your job,” she panted, reaching between them, grabbing his sheathed cock and spreading her legs as she guided him into her still pulsating sheath. “Fuck me, please. I can think tomorrow.”
Unable to resist, Devin powered into her, keeping his torso levered high enough for Greg to reach between them to pluck, pull and twist her nipples into reddened peaks. Kelsey’s mewling cries and jerking hips egged him on, gave him permission to go deeper, ram faster, harder. Her slick pussy clenched around his dick as Greg elongated her nipples with fierce tugs and wedged his head between them to swallow her strident cry with the hard pressure of his mouth.
Lifting her legs around his back, her thighs tensed against his sides as he rode her with unrelenting, body-jarring, bed-creaking vigorous fucking. Her breathing grew as labored as his, those velvet soft muscles clamping around his thick length, tight as a vice as they massaged his girth with taut clutches, pumping his climax forward.
“Now, Kelsey,” he ordered, unable to hold back from the heat of her spasming muscles. “Yeah, that’s a girl.” His groan of pleasure as she soaked him with her orgasm, her hips keeping up with his pounding rhythm, resonated around the room. Devin shook as orgasmic pulsations quivered up his shaft and spewed forth in a torrent of mindless pleasure that knocked him back a peg.
“Jesus,” he panted, sliding out of her snug grip. Flicking Greg an accusing glare, he whispered above the small quaking body under him, “Now the fuck what?”
Greg reached over and swept Kelsey’s damp hair off her neck and face, watching her eyelids drop closed with a small sigh of sated, exhausted contentment. “Now, we keep her safe.”
“And then?” he persisted.
“And then she goes home. That’s what she wants.”
Devin turned from refilling the coffee pot when he heard Kelsey coming down the hall. His gut tightened as soon as she came around the corner and the anguish lurking in her puffy, red eyes changed to derision as soon as she saw him. Wearing nothing but the silky nightshirt she must have slipped on upon rising, her fey appearance and fragile demeanor drew him like a magnet, and he swore Greg would answer for that after she left. A
s he’d been telling himself lately, just because he was drawn to her as a Dom didn’t mean anything other than he wasn’t entirely opposed to her presence anymore.
Sliding onto a stool at the counter, she cocked her head and said, “You must have drawn the short straw and gotten stuck with babysitting me first. Sucks to be you since you never wanted me here in the first place.”
Leaning back against the counter, he crossed his arms and replied in a frigid tone, the pain in her eyes getting to him. “Knock it off, Kelsey. You’re upset at what the McAllisters found out and kept from you. I get it. But don’t put words in my mouth or make assumptions based on their actions. I was about to fix an omelet. Do you want one?”
“I’m not hungry.”
She pouted and he suppressed the urge to order her to eat something. It would take time for her to reconcile with what she had learned about her past but he could push her along that path with a gentle nudge. Pouring her coffee, he added cream and handed it to her across the counter, not surprised when she questioned him.
“How did you know I take cream? You’ve never been here in the mornings when I’ve gotten up.”
“Because I use cream also and Greg drinks his black. It was an easy deduction when I noticed how much was gone each morning. Don’t go long without eating. You need to keep your strength up.”
Her jaw tightened but she didn’t say anything until she’d taken a few sips of coffee. When she did, he knew she was deliberately trying to piss him off. “Maybe you should be charging me like your other guests, or better yet, send a bill to the McAllisters. It was their idea for me to hole up with you.”
Reaching across the counter, Devin gripped her chin and squeezed until he knew he had her focused attention. “I know you’re upset with Jordan and Theresa but give them a break. They were looking out for you and have had nothing but your best interests and safety at heart.”