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“You’re a Catholic, how can you not accept a miracle?”

“I hedge my bets, that’s all. A little insurance, but I never said I believed it. Anyway, he got to me—he stopped the bleeding.”

“He’d given me his crash-combat med course just a few days prior,” Nate explained.

“After I came to, he even stitched me up—he did a pretty decent job with those soft keyboard hands,” Rex joked.

“You gave him stitches?” I turned to look at Nate.

“At his direction, it was terrifying.”

“I would have done it myself, but I’d had way too much to drink. My hands were shaky,” Rex added matter-of-factly.

“Anyway, I came clean that night about the cutting, and we talked all night long. I told him things I’ve never said to anybody.”

“So you were able to stop the…the cutting?”

“Pretty boy made me promise, but we made a deal. No more cocaine for him, no more cutting for me.”

“I broke that deal once—fell off the wagon. But that seemed to be it, I haven’t had the urge since, but I’m careful,” Nate said as his lips brushed against the back of my neck.

“I love you both so much,” was all I could manage to say.

Nate was dozing off behind me, exhausted from the night and emotionally drained. Rex pulled me close and said, “We both love you, Penny. You’re the final piece of the puzzle. We need you.”

“Sounds like more divine providence,” I said with a smile.

“You’re pushing it, Princess,” Rex growled, pulling me into him with a sleepy yawn.





Chapter Thirteen





Back in Colombia, life resumed at its normal pace as I hung in limbo—someone was still trying to kill me but, nestled into life with these two men, I managed to ignore the threat and spent my time settling into life with the two men I loved. Nate mourned his mother, but day by day got stronger.



Late one night the week after we returned, I was on the bed, hovering over Nate on all fours—his tongue flicking at my swollen clit, my own lips wrapping around the engorged head of his cock. Rex was behind me, standing next to the bed where Nate and I engaged in our indulgent 69, his thick cock toying with the tight entrance to my pussy until I begged him to fuck me. “Needy girl,” Rex moaned as he sunk into me, “one man’s not enough?” My tongue found Nate’s cock once again, teasing it in long, languid strokes. “Are you going to come, sweet Penny?” Rex pulled out of me, then plunged to the depths of my throbbing pussy in one solid stroke. I grunted, “Yes…fuck!” I was on the brink of orgasm, about to cascade over to the point of no return when Rex pulled his cock out of me. Before I crested, Nate’s tongue left my clit—his warm breath torturing my pulsating bundle of nerves.

I sucked harder at Nate, desperate for him to pleasure me—I was so close to the edge of ecstasy. Nate’s mouth was moving beneath me, but not on my hungry pussy. His lips were wrapped around Rex, inches from me yet so far out of my reach. “Can you taste her sweetness all over my cock?” Rex grunted at Nate, who moaned in response, the sound of his tongue savoring my arousal from Rex so erotic, so perfect that I never wanted it to end—even though my own empty tightness yearned for them.

“Lick my balls clean, then you can have more cock,” Rex scolded, playfully pulling himself from Nate’s mouth to lay his heavy balls across Nate’s open mouth. Nate’s cock twitched and his own balls tightened as I toyed with his shaft. Being able to touch Rex, to pleasure him in such an intimate way was heaven for Nate, and I was thrilled that I was able to facilitate contact between the two men I loved. Rex would never allow that level of contact with just the two of them alone, but with me there, in the middle, he was comfortable with Nate’s touch.

Rex slid his long cock into Nate’s mouth, fucking his throat as Nate swallowed the punishing cock with a gurgle. Without warning, Rex’s hand yanked his cock from Nate’s worshipping mouth and impaled me with it, my tightness opening to take all of him. The sensation of Nate’s tongue on my clit while Rex fucked me hard from behind was more than I could take—I shook from the force of my climax as Nate pushed his hips into me—fucking my mouth as my throat strained to hold him. His salty ejaculate filled my mouth as he pulsed beneath me, Rex’s cock never letting up, pounding me from behind, his hands clenched around my hips as he fucked me. When Rex came inside me, Nate’s tongue rose up, dipping around Rex’s still throbbing cock, buried in me, to lick up as much of Rex’s come as he could—the combination of the two people he loved mingling on his tongue in a complete erotic synergy.





Chapter Fourteen





I was blissfully asleep in Nate’s loving arms when it happened. Rex was in the jungle, and Nate and I had spent the evening sipping chilled white wine and tossing back popcorn as we streamed episode after episode of Californication. We had delicious tipsy sex, and collapsed together in his comfy bed.

It happened so fast, I thought it was a dream—or a nightmare. I heard Nate scream, then a loud thud. My eyes couldn’t focus in the dark, and I struggled to understand as I screamed for him—and then everything went black. When I came to, I was in a room—a bedroom. My head throbbed—I’d been hit with something, but after that an electric shock had knocked me out. I felt the burn marks on the back of my neck from the device. Nate wasn’t with me, and I prayed that he was okay.

I was tied to a bed—my feet by ropes, my wrists taped together with silver duct tape in a dark room. I was still too weak from the blow to stay conscious, and despite the urgent voice in my head screaming for me to escape, I drifted back into a pained sleep thinking of Nate.



“Who the fuck are you?” My eyes fluttered opened as they strained to focus on the man standing in front of me. The room was dark, and my head still throbbed. “Uh,” my eyes blinked as he became clearer. His English was impeccable, but there was a faint trace of a South American accent laced in. He wore a silvery suit—his black hair was longish, silky but slicked back, his face covered by a well-trimmed dark beard. A large gold hoop ran through one ear—he was handsome, exotic looking.

I couldn’t think of a decent lie, so I settled on the truth. “Penelope Sedgewick,” I answered. “Oh fuck!” he screamed in recognition, not at me but toward the hallway behind him. I strained to sit up. He looked down the hall and shouted, “Woman, get the fuck in here, now!” He walked over to me, shaking his head. “That loco bitch…” he muttered, reaching down to raise me to a sitting position, my bound wrists going numb as they rested on my lap.

“Sir, she’s not here, Mr. Pablo.” A young American appeared in the doorway, he couldn’t have been more than a teenager.

“Why did she bring this woman to my house?” He spat each word in anger.

The teenager shook his head. “I didn’t know until it was done. I’m sorry, I’ve tried to watch the Mistress. She plans to turn the captive over to Murdock in the morning—he’s coming in from Vegas to pick her up. I guess he’s been paid to…well, he was looking for the blonde in the States.”

“That lunatic is going to let her sick hatred draw that crazy DEA fuck and his buddies right to my damn doorstep!” Pablo’s words were angry, but underneath, they were laced with fear.

“What should I do, sir?”

“Listen, Derek, I have a meeting late tonight, an important meeting. I’ll be home before dawn and I’ll decide then. Keep a close eye on the Mistress—don’t let her do anything to dig this situation any deeper.”

“Yes, sir,” Derek answered as Pablo slammed the door.

“Um, Derek is it? You’re American too?” I slathered on my flirtiest voice.

“I-I’m from Utah.”

“It’s pretty there. I was raised in Nevada, do you think—”

“Enough! It’s not working on me, lady.”

“No, I just…I have to pee. I don’t want to soil the bed, could you…?”

“Oh,” he said, blushing a scarlet red, his eyes drifting to my bound ankles. “I-I need to ask, I’ll be right back.”

I felt it was time to put my fighting skills to the test when Derek came back. He was small, and far from confident. The idea of fighting scared me, but Nate had trained me well and the thought of being turned over to some thug who was hired to kill me was far more frightening.

I looked at my wrists—Nate had spent a few hours the week prior going over how to get out of the common restraint, and I was good at it. But, our lessons always involved standing. I hadn’t done it from a sitting position. With all the concentration I could muster, I raised both bound wrists as far as I could over my head. In a quick wave of bravado, I forced my arms down and out as hard as I could, mentally reminding myself to break through any perceived resistance. The first try I failed—I let hesitation and doubt get in the way. The second time, however, as my elbows cleared my hips to each side, the tape broke away with a sharp tear to my skin. I sighed a breath of relief, regretting all the whining I’d done about the bruises and strain of learning how to escape restraints. Those lessons, hopefully, just might save my life, I thought as I formed a plan.