by Eileen Green
If the senator was surprised by Alex’s comments, he didn’t react. A small smile on his lips told Jeremy the man was actually proud. “I’ll have to take your words into consideration.”
Emma, Alex’s partner, walked up to the couch. “Gentlemen, breakfast is ready.”
Shane, Jeffrey, and Jeremy stood. They followed Alex around to the couch and then Emma, to the table. Clara was standing next to it, her hair wet from her shower. The clothes she wore, floral leggings and a black sweatshirt, were baggy on her petite frame. Jeffrey figured they came from Abigail since Clara hadn’t brought an extra set of clothes with her.
Jeremy smiled as he walked up to her. He pulled her into his arms, hugged her tight as he breathed in the citrusy aroma of her air. When he loosened his hold, he turned her toward Jeffrey. She stiffened slightly.
Jeffrey stood across from her, his eyes taking her in. Finally, he spoke. “I’ve imagined meeting my little sister, but you are more beautiful than I thought you’d be.”
Clara’s brows rose high on her forehead as she looked from first Shane and then Jeremy. She looked back at Jeffrey. “You’re really here?”
“We looked for you, Clara. My mother and I went to South Korea to look for you, but we were too late. You had already been adopted. I was beginning to think I’d never find you, but I always hoped to meet you.”
As if the words were enough for her, Clara stepped up to Jeffrey and wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her back, the siblings holding tight to each other.
A smile passed between Jeremy and Shane knowing their woman was happy. Now all they had to do was make her safe.
Alex cleared his throat, and the group sat at the table and the area around it. Shane had told Jeremy not to be surprised by what was to take place, but by the end of the meal, he was. It was a strategy session performed by SEALs, a deadly task that would rival any one of their previous missions because one of their own was at risk.
Chapter Thirteen
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He couldn’t believe after all he had done, it was all going to hell in a handbasket.
He had wheeled and dealed. He had bribed and hurt people. Jeffrey was on the path Mallory and his father had put him on, and now, Jeffrey was suspicious.
“Why the hell is he in Denver,” Mallory asked aloud despite being alone. He had broken into a small warehouse after losing the security guard from that location he had tracked Clara Parsons to. Why the warehouse didn’t have an alarm system in this day and age was beyond him.
Thankfully, there was a coffee maker. He had made a cup. Unfortunately, the bitter brew was aggravating the ulcer that had developed decades ago.
Running through all scenarios in his head, he couldn’t figure out how Jeffrey would have been able to find out what he had done. Glancing at his watch, he saw it was a few hours before he was to meet Jeffrey at the Four Seasons. Thomas needed to come up with a plan, and fast for there was a huge risk of meeting up with Clara or her friends.
Come on, Mallory! Think! It’s what you’re best at!
His mind wandered. He began to think about how long he had been playing Jeffrey. He had been doing it since high school. Meetings, his calendar, and pretty much his whole life, Mallory had been in control.
Jeffrey met and married into a wealthy family that had helped finance his career that Thomas had practically arranged. It helped that Thomas had slept with Jeffrey’s sister-in-law to make the connection. The woman was still an okay lay, occasionally.
Was it possible Jeffrey had found out about that? Could be, but why was he here in Denver? There had been a fancy shindig to attend last night, one that would be good for Jeffrey’s career. The senator wouldn’t have missed that.
There was the question of how Jeffrey knew Thomas was in Denver. Thomas had told Jeffrey he was taking a few days off yet hadn’t given the man a destination.
No. Thomas’s stomach was sour with suspicion. He had a feeling his life was about to take a drastic turn. He should run. There was enough money from bribes to let him live comfortably for years in Belize or Costa Rica and live like a king. There were just two loose ends to tie up.
Thomas shifted in the uncomfortable office chair that reeked of BO and grease. When he did so, he was reminded of the gun in his windbreaker pocket.
He did have physical leverage with a gun. An assassination of a U.S. senator would gain a lot of eyes on the area, but it would eliminate the need to kill the woman.
Letting his gaze traverse the room, Thomas spotted some filthy overalls hanging on the wall. God, these people hang that stuff in the same room as where they eat their food. A shudder swept through him. Animals!
* * * *
“Sloth, in position,” Jackson could be heard in the earpiece Shane wore. When Shane began the security company, he bought a lot of equipment that they had used while in the service. It was becoming handy in this situation, and when they had to save Jackson’s woman a while back.
All the guys had nicknames they had garnered while on the SEAL team. Alex was Tiger, a moniker he used in naming the Tiger’s Lair. Jackson was Sloth, because he could sit still for hours without moving as he watched a mark. Shane had been given the name of Beast because of his size, while Felix was Snake, for he was lightning fast when it came to striking with martial arts. Morino was a track star in high school and could run like the wind. Cheetah fit him like a glove, and Shark had been given to Thomas for he was a fantastic swimmer.
The others from their SEAL days chimed in that they were in position. Shane had convinced the hotel to let them set up in the bar even though they wouldn’t open for several more hours.
He hated the setup but knew it was the best way to hook Mallory into doing something stupid. Clara had insisted on being a part of it since Mallory had killed her parents and had tried to kill her, so she was bait, as was Jeffrey.
No one liked it but had agreed to it to draw out the traitor. If Jeffrey wasn’t there, Mallory would get suspicious and take off. This was the best they could do with so little time to plan.
Abigail and Emma were dressed as waitresses, ready to wait on Jeffrey and Clara when needed. All the men were out of sight, ready to pounce on Mallory when ready.
Shane was watching his woman from a computer monitor in the kitchen as she talked with her newfound brother. It was suggested he and Jeremy remain out of sight in case Mallory had seen them with Clara.
Jeffrey’s two bodyguards were sitting in the kitchen also, antsy that they weren’t included in the planning of this op. Alex and Felix had agreed that they would detour Mallory from approaching the senator since he knew them.
“Heads up,” Alex said over the radio.
Shane straightened. He checked the monitor which was connected to the hotel’s security cameras. There were four shots on the screen and the only person he could see that was close to the entrance of the bar. A couple was walking by the door, but in the lobby was a mechanic. He looked out of place in his garb, but Shane thought perhaps he was there dropping off a vehicle or picking one up.
The man had the same build as Mallory, but his hair appeared darker, and he also had a mustache. Unless Mallory’s facial hair grew inches overnight, it couldn’t be him. However, the hairs on the back of Shane’s neck were standing on end.
He watched as a woman walked past the man and did a double take. She hurried on her way, but she nearly burst out laughing as she stepped out the door. Yes, there was definitely something off with the man.
“Cheetah, check out the guy in the lobby. He’s dressed…”
Shane didn’t have to say any more. The team was still sharp as ever and on each other’s wavelengths, for Tony Morino interrupted Shane. “I’m on him.”
The mechanic stepped into the bar before Morino could get to him. Shane watched as the man pulled apart the buttons on the torso of the coveralls and put his right hand inside.
“Now, now, now!” Shane shouted as he pulled his gun from his shoulder holster. He burst through th
e doors into the dining room of the restaurant and rushed to the bar as the others on his team arrived from different directions.
They all stopped at the bar entrance, guns drawn. Unfortunately, the mechanic had his own gun drawn and pointing at Jeffrey who was now standing and facing the gunman.
Clara had remained seated but was looking at Mallory with a calculated expression. Shane prayed that his woman wasn’t about to do something stupid.
He was wrong.
“Angel! Don’t!” he shouted as she stood slowly.
Mallory glanced behind him and then moved around to where he was able to see both groups. He swung his gun around, aiming it at the five of them, his hand shaking.
Shane saw why the woman had laughed at the man while he stood in the lobby. It appeared he had rubbed grease into his hair and it was beginning to run on his forehead along with sweat. He looked preposterous.
Rage developed on Clara’s face as she stared at Mallory. “Why did you have to kill my parents, you bastard?” she screamed. “They were kind, caring people!”
A malicious laugh sounded from the evil man as he looked at Clara while keeping the gun pointed at Shane and his group. “Bitch, you’re the bastard! Your parents weren’t even married, so don’t call me a bastard!” Mallory shouted back. “Your existence has made it impossible for your brother to get elected as president, and that’s why you have to be eliminated.”
“She’s not the one who did anything wrong, Thomas,” Jeffrey said calmly as he stepped toward the man. “If you want to blame someone, blame my dad and her mother. They knew what they were doing when she was conceived. You have to leave Clara alone.”
“People won’t see it that way, and I will not lose all I have gained through you. Now, you are going to die along with her.”
Mallory pointed the gun at Jeffrey, sending Shane into motion along with the others. Jeremy had been moving behind the bar, unseen to Mallory. He now stood quickly and tackled Mallory from behind as Alex reached Mallory and tried to pull the gun from his hand. A shot rang out as Mallory was taken to the floor.
Everyone was scrambling trying to retain Mallory, but as Shane got a hold of one of the man’s arms, Shane heard Clara, and he looked up. She was standing above Mallory, anger distorting her face.
Alex finally subdued Mallory by capturing his wrists in a zip-tie as Shane and Felix held the man’s wrists still. Mallory continued to struggle, but he was held down by the men.
Tears were streaming down Clara’s face as she looked down on the now helpless man. Surprise struck Shane when the woman lashed out and began kicking Mallory. Screams of pain emanated from the man as contact after contact from Clara’s foot hit home. He begged for someone to stop her, but Shane felt he deserved it, and it would help Clara get some of anger and frustration out. He just hoped she was using her good foot.
A few minutes passed before everyone got up, leaving Mallory writhing on the floor. Shane pulled Clara away from him and held her in his arms as everyone began to process the situation.
The shot that had gone off had hit Morino in the arm, but it wasn’t life-threatening, and they had a medic that would be able to take care of him. At the moment, Jeremy was tending to the man.
“All right, everyone. Let’s grab our gear and get out of here. We’ll let the guards clean this up, and the feds will arrive soon to take this piece of scum to jail,” Alex ordered.
The team scattered, picking up mini-cams and recording devices, and within two minutes, they were heading out the backdoor of the restaurant and in their vehicles. Shane and Jeremy held a shaking Clara between them as they rode back to the club with Jackson and Abigail, who along with Emma, hadn’t been needed, thankfully. Shane hated that Clara had been in the same room with a gun present. More women didn’t need to be put in danger.
Kissing the top of Clara’s head, Shane was thankful she was all right.
* * * *
Clara couldn’t describe what had gotten into her as she watched as Mallory approached her and Jeffrey. The man had a look of hatred that had frightened her, causing her to worry about Mallory was about to do. When he had pulled out the gun, her parent’s faces flashed through her mind, and she remembered she didn’t have them anymore because of him.
Vaguely, she had heard Shane shout something at her, but she didn’t hear much for her blood was rushing through her ears. She didn’t want Mallory dead, but she wanted to do some damage, and the next thing she knew, she was kicking him repeatedly, in his stomach, chest, face, and even his privates. She hoped he hurt for a long time.
Now, she began to surface from her anger. She found herself sitting between her men on the bed she had slept in the previous night at Jackson’s penthouse. Warmth and love surrounded her, but she was afraid to look at Shane. She suspected he was going to be pissed that she went crazy for a bit.
“You finally back with us, pet?” Shane asked softly.
They were sitting back against the headboard, Shane’s arms around her shoulders while Jeremy was holding her hand and rubbing his other hand up and down her thigh. Looking up at Shane, she could see the love on his face along with concern. “I’m fine,” she responded. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”
“We’ll discuss your punishment later. I’m just glad you are safe and okay.” Shane leaned in after he spoke and molded his lips to hers. He kissed her tenderly before he pulled back.
She turned her head when Jeremy added, “I am, too. I was so afraid he would shoot you.” His voice cracked. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Raising her hand, Clara caressed Jeremy’s cheek. “I trusted you guys to keep me safe. I always will. I love you, Jeremy.” She turned to look at Shane. “I love you, too, Shane. Now, can you please make love to me? Both of you. Together.”
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Jeremy asked. “Are you sure you don’t want to get some rest?”
“No. I want my lovers to take me at the same time. Make me yours in every way possible.” She never imagined herself saying those words to one man, let alone two. But she had two men who loved her, and she needed them to fill her with it.
Jeremy pushed himself down the bed on his side. His right hand continued to skim down her leg. She had worn a dress to the bar, and now Jeremy slid his hand under the skirt of it and then up her inner thigh. Shivers ran through her as her cunt became wet in her thong and her nipples hardened against the lace of her bra.
Shane reached out and captured her chin between his index finger and thumb and then moved her face toward his. Slowly, he lowered his face toward hers and then hungrily covered her mouth with his. She opened to him, letting her tongue lick across his lips. He opened to her and let her take control of the kiss.
Sweeping her tongue through his mouth, she savored his flavor. It tasted like he had a drink earlier. Whiskey. She didn’t blame him. The situation had been stressful for everyone.
As she kissed Shane, her tongue dancing with his, Jeremy’s fingers reached her pussy, bypassed the lacy panel of her thong, and sank deep inside her. Shane caught her moan with his mouth as she spread her legs to give Jeremy more access.
She felt a hand unbutton the top of her dress and then slip inside. A sigh sounded from deep in her throat. Shane’s hands could do such wonderful things. Jeremy’s could also. They both knew how to play her body.
Shane unhooked the front closure of her bra with a quick flick of his wrist, and her breasts bounced with their freedom. He ran his fingertips across her right nipple, causing it to draw up further into a hard pebble before he pinched it. The pleasurable pain ran along an invisible string that led straight to her cunt. She felt her muscles squeeze Jeremy’s fingers.
“Oh, do that again, Shane. She’s milking my fingers. I can’t wait to get my cock inside her,” Jeremy said with enthusiasm.
Repeating the action, Shane pinched harder. Clara pulled her mouth from his and gave out a small cry. “Oh, yeah!” Jeremy nearly shouted as she squeezed again.
Removing his hand from her breast, Clara could feel the frustration building in Shane as he tried to unbutton her dress. A shriek sounded from her when he grasped each lapel and ripped the dress open. The buttons flew everywhere as he exposed her to both his and Jeremy’s gaze.
“Sorry, angel,” Shane apologized though she saw mirth and lust in his green eyes. The flecks of gold were vibrant against the green, a sure sign of his arousal. She noticed it occurred when he was angry also. He went on. “I hate it when your clothes hinder me from seeing the body that belongs to me and Jeremy.”
Clara ran her hand up his shoulder and then around to the back of his neck. The silky tresses that he kept long tickled her fingers as they combed through them. She pulled his head back down to hers and licked his lips. She teased the plumpness of them with her tongue and nipped with her teeth, all the while Jeremy pumped his fingers in and out of her, striking her G-spot with each stroke. Her hips gyrated as she felt the familiar tingles of the beginnings of her climax.
As she played with Shane’s lips, he resumed playing with her nipple again. He pinched and twisted it, giving her pleasure with pain. Soft mews sounded from her as she thrust her chest upward.
Her orgasm hit hard and fast as her men manipulated her body, playing her like a treasured instrument. Her body bowed as it held on, letting her fly, seemingly above herself for a few moments.
Jeremy pulled his fingers from her body and stood. In a flash, he shucked his clothes, grabbed a tube of lube and a condom from the nightstand next to the bed, and lay down beside her. Shane had her thong removed in an instant and was now maneuvering her body until she was naked, and her ruined dress was tossed aside.
He made quick work of stripping, and within a minute, all three of them were gloriously naked, something Clara was finding she loved.
Looking from side to side, she marveled at the sizes of their cocks. Long and thick, they were mouth-watering. When she had first seen them, she had feared they wouldn’t fit inside her, but they had, and now that she was going to have anal sex for the first time, there was some trepidation. However, she knew they would never hurt her. They treasured her and what they had done earlier to protect her proved it.