“Shoot, I forgot to put that back inside,” she said to herself and picked it up and brought it to her purse. “I’ll remember to bring it to work on Monday.” She stuck it in her purse and went to shower and get changed.
An hour later, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at the sexy red panties with the hole cut out over her pussy. The bra exposed her nipples and was red lace with a little flap to cover her nipples or to remove them. She turned in front of the mirror and knew that her men would love how the red lace lined her crack. She felt wet already.
“Oh boy,” she said and quickly reached for the simple black dress that dipped very low and showed a bit of the red lace bra. She packed her bag to surprise them with the overnight and decided to wait on the spa day. Her men hated having to let her leave for work. She was smiling wide as she grabbed her purse and headed out the front door with her overnight bag. By the time she got to their house, she was more than an hour late, but she would make up for it.
She could smell dinner cooking before she even reached the front door. As it opened, Curren, Presley, Montana, and Ortley were standing there, looking incredibly handsome. They were dressed casually, dress shirts and jeans that hugged their sexy, muscular bodies and made her mouth water.
“Where have you been?” Curren asked her.
“You know where, and I was getting ready. I had to pack this,” she said and dropped it down and then caressed her palms up his chest and kissed him. He smoothed his palm along her ass and squeezed her there, then lifted her, and walked her into the living room. His brothers followed, and as he released her, she kissed Presley next, who nuzzled against her neck and slid his palm up her dress. She, of course, slapped it down.
“I’m starving,” she said and turned toward the kitchen, but then Ortley pulled her into his arms.
“I’m starving too.” He stroked down the crack of her ass and then up her back to under her hair and kissed her until she was weak in his arms.
Montana kissed her shoulder and cupped her breasts from behind. “This is some sexy dress,” he said, and she turned to look up at him and kissed him.
“What’s with the bag?” Presley asked, bringing it into the living room.
She took Montana’s hand and brought his arm over her shoulder as he pressed up against her back, and she started pulling him toward the kitchen and what smelled like something delicious.
“It’s an overnight bag,” she said, and then he placed a hand on her waist, and they walked into the kitchen.
“Hello, Kelser,” she said and then reached for a piece of strawberry.
“An overnight bag?” Curren asked and moved closer to her.
She smiled and then eased her palms up his chest. “My surprise for you guys. I’m staying over. I don’t have to go to work tomorrow, so I’m all yours and get to celebrate my birthday at 1:22 a.m. with the four of you.”
Curren smiled wickedly and then kissed her. From there on out, there was a whole lot of kissing and hugging, and teasing her to the point she was ready to excuse herself from the kitchen where Kelser was and head to the bedroom.
Ortley caressed her crossed legs while Curren leaned into her to kiss her neck. Dinner was finished, they had a nice conversation about the spa and where they would bring her one day soon. She had a little bit of wine, enough to relax her, but she was aroused just as they were.
“Will you be needing anything else this evening, sirs?” Kelser asked.
“We’re good. Thank you, Kelser, everything was delicious,” Presley told him.
“Good night, Kelser,” Isla said and waved as he exited the room. Ortley pressed his hand higher.
“Open,” he ordered, and she looked at him as she slowly uncrossed her legs.
“What I’ve been wondering all night long, is what exactly are you hiding underneath this sexy dress?” Ortley asked her and slid his fingers higher until he reached her bare pussy. He narrowed his eyes at her. “Isla?” he questioned.
“What is it?” Montana asked as Curren pulled down her top slightly to see her bra.
He nibbled on her skin, but Ortley held her gaze. “More surprises?”
She nodded.
“Stand up,” he ordered and pushed back on the chair.
Curren stood up, and she did too. Ortley took her hand and led her to the living room that overlooked the glass sliding doors that led out to the patio. He lowered down and started to slide her dress up her thighs and then up and over her head.
“Holy God, that is sexy,” Presley said as they joined Ortley in the center of the room.
There stood their goddess wearing a sexy red lace bikini set with a section cut out, revealing her pussy. She reached up and pulled down the flaps to her large breasts, exposing her nipples. “You like?” she asked.
Smack.
She jerked as Curren spanked her ass.
“You bought this today when you went shopping?” he asked her.
“I knew you might be a little concerned that I hadn’t mentioned it, so I figured I would get you guys something too,” she said.
Presley held her wrist and lowered his mouth to her breast and nipple. He began to suck, and Ortley bent down to his knees, lifted her thigh over his shoulder, and he feasted on her pussy. Curren held her from behind as Montana grabbed her other wrist and suckled on her other breast.
“You’re still going to have a nice pink ass, goddess,” Curren whispered into her ear.
Ortley chuckled. “To the bedroom where we can fill her up and make her beg for mercy as she gets rewarded for her lovely surprise.”
“Curren!” she squealed as Curren spanked her ass and slid some kind of lube into her asshole.
She couldn’t take the sensations she had. They had suckled on her breasts, ate from her pussy, fondled her asshole, and took turns doing it repeatedly, and now they were each spanking her ass. She rocked her hips, and Ortley lifted her up into his arms and kissed her. She straddled his waist only for Ortley to take her from Curren and lift her on top of him. She immediately pulled on Ortley’s cock and sank down on his shaft. She tilted her head back and moaned.
He cupped her breasts and thrust upward.
“So fucking hot and sexy. How the fuck did we get so lucky?” Ortley asked as he thrust, and then she bent closer to kiss him.
When she pulled up slightly, she held his gaze. “I think I’m the lucky one,” she said and then gasped.
Curren slid fingers of lube to her asshole. “You are going to be filled up over and over and over again.”
Smack.
“Oh God.”
Montana glided onto the bed and gripped her hair and head. “Let’s do it, baby,” he said to her, and she licked her lips and lowered down to suck on Montana’s cock.
She felt Curren’s cock at her asshole and then him begin to slide right into her. A moment later, they were moaning and panting for breath.
“Now this is a sight I will never get enough of seeing,” Presley said and caressed her back and her ass as his brothers thrust their cocks in every hole.
She was humming against Montana’s cock, and they were moaning when Curren grunted and came. He pulled out, complaining about not being able to last, and then Presley took his place.
“I’ll show you how it’s done, bro,” Presley said and thrust right into her asshole.
She moaned another release and then shook as she came. Ortley followed, and then Montana came in her mouth.
“I love fucking this ass. Holy fuck, do I love it,” Presley said and spanked her and thrust into her until he roared as he came.
He pulled his dick out of her asshole, and Ortley rolled her to her back. Immediately Curren was there with a washcloth and towel to clean her up. They caressed her body, plucked her nipples, kissed along her groin, and made her moan, and then Montana was between her legs licking her pussy and then fingering her.
“Round two,” he said.
From there on out, it was a complete blur as they made love to her over and
over again. When she felt the kiss to her temple and then heard Montana’s voice, she could hardly open her eyes. “Happy birthday, baby,” he said, and the others added their happy birthdays to her as well, and kissed her lips, her nipples, tugging and teasing, and she glanced at the clock. 1:22 a.m.
She smiled.
“The best birthday gift ever.”
Chapter 6
Isla was having an awesome time at Harper’s. Her friends were so happy for her as her men showed their possessive, protective sides and kept her close by. At the end of the evening, they stopped by her place to grab more clothes for her and an outfit for work on Monday. They were insistent that she wasn’t going home anytime soon, and they even pushed about her moving in with them. She gathered her clothes and something to wear Monday to work, and they headed back to their place.
Presley held her in his arms as they lay on the lounge chair by the pool. The evening air was cool but pleasant, and it was a clear star-filled night. “Isla?” he whispered to her, and she squeezed his forearms that were around her chest.
“Hmm,” she replied, hearing how content she was and safe. She looked around them as Curren, Ortley, and Montana all gathered close, lying on the lounge chairs or sitting there watching over her.
“We love being with you. Our schedules can be crazy sometimes, and one of the best things about a ménage relationship is that one of us can always be around you. To hold you, make love to you, and protect you.”
He kissed her cheek, and she turned slightly to look up at him.
“We want you here with us. We want you to move in,” he said to her. She swallowed hard.
“Say yes,” Curren said to her.
“Say you want to be with us too all the time,” Montana asked.
“Go on, baby,” Ortley said.
Presley kissed her head.
“I was starting to feel like I didn’t want to go back to the house. That I didn’t want to be apart from you guys either. So yes,” she said.
“Good. Not like we would have taken no for an answer anyway,” Presley told her.
They chuckled, and she lay there in his arms, enjoying the men surrounding her, and going back to work Monday morning didn’t seem so terrible after all.
“Nothing was in her house. I looked everywhere. She must have it on her,” Clover told Benny O.
“Shit. Okay, we’re running out of time. Grab her. Don’t get identified. Just ask her where that envelope and key are. Then put her in safekeeping until you have the key in your hand.”
“Okay, I’ll take care of it.”
Benny ended the call and exhaled. This was turning into a bigger pain in the ass than he thought, but there was a lot of money at stake, and Sam, even though he had a gambling problem, was always covering his tracks and looking for the next moneymaking deal. He knew these men, Flora and Kabin, had big bucks, and he was going to get in on the action. Maybe he could really negotiate and get a cut, too, and hold on to the blackmail information as security. Things weren’t out of control yet. Not unless Clover screwed up and someone got hurt as he took the woman. Otherwise, as long as he stayed unidentified, they were good.
Isla remembered the key and envelope in her purse and went to put it back into the blue boxes in the office.
“What’s that?” Randy asked her.
“Oh, the other day when I took the files home to look through them, I found this envelope and key in the box. I placed it on my desk at home and didn’t add it back to the files, so I figured I would just put it in here.”
“It doesn’t say what it’s to?” Randy asked.
“There’s an address in the envelope and number with the key.” She looked at it and handed it to him.
“That’s in Coldsberry. Like two hours from here. I wonder what it’s for and what’s in the box?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Maybe give it to the detectives. Who knows what Sam might have had in that thing,” she said to him.
He nodded. “You’re probably right. I’ll send an email to that detective, and if they want to come pick it up and take the drive to Coldsberry, so be it,” Randy said and walked back to his office.
Isla glanced at her watch and headed to her desk to finish up some work before she left. As the office slowly started clearing out, Isla grabbed her things and started to walk out the front door. As she got to her jeep, she heard tires squeal, a van pull up, and some guy in a mask grabbed her. She screamed, but he placed his hand over her mouth and threw her into the back as he climbed inside, and then the van took off. She was kicking and screaming as the guy flipped her onto her belly, making her chin and lip hit the floor, cutting it. He tied up her hands and wrist and then her ankles.
“Get to the place,” he said to the driver.
She was screaming and crying, wondering what was going on and why this was happening to her. She started to have flashbacks of the first time she was abducted, and what those men did to her and why. Her brother was killed by them. Who were these men? What did they want from her?
“Fuck, there’s no fucking key in the purse. Where’s the key?” The big guy demanded to know.
This was over that key she found? He flipped her onto her back, and her arms burned and her wrists too in this position. He grabbed her face. He wore a mask, so all she could see were that his eyes were brown.
“Where is the fucking key?” he demanded again.
“I don’t have a key.”
“The one in the files. You took them home. The key was in there.”
“No, I don’t have it. The bosses do,” she said, screaming at him.
“Fuck,” he roared and then struck her across the mouth, stunning her. She closed her eyes and moaned as tears rolled down her cheeks. She heard him on the phone. “The bosses have it. Get it, and call me when it’s in your possession.”
A while later as the van came to a stop, he got up and opened the door. It was already getting dark. The men were probably calling. The police had to have been alerted to her abduction—the man took her in plain daylight. He lifted her up and over his shoulder, carrying her into a house.
“You keep her tied up, and you don’t give her any means of escaping,” he told the other guy with the mask. They tied her to the bed, and she cried she was so scared.
He cupped her cheek. “You’ll live if we find that key. As soon as it’s in my possession, we’ll let you go. It’s the only reason why we took you.”
“I have nothing to do with any money or anything that guy Sam was into.”
“No, you don’t. You just got caught in the middle because of that key and those files. If you didn’t keep looking, finding more information for the cops, then you wouldn’t be here in this predicament right now. The price of bravery, I guess.” He got up and pointed at the guy with the gun who still wore a mask.
“She tries anything, you shoot her, but don’t kill her.”
He walked out of the bedroom and she lay there tied to a bed, her dress ripped, her top showing her breasts, her face throbbing, and she was here because she took that job at the real estate firm and found the stolen money. The rewards of her bravery. The stupidity of being so thorough could get her killed. Oh God, Randy had the key. He was going to contact the detectives. What if the cops got the key first? She would never be set free. They would kill her. More tears fell, and she closed her eyes and prayed.
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