Their Virgin Captive(12)

He walked out of his office with a new sense of purpose. If Hannah didn’t have the sense to protect herself, she’d just found three men who did. Gavin checked his apprehensions at his office door. He could handle this. He might not be good for Hannah, but maybe his brothers were. It would be an odd relationship, but he loved all three of them. He wanted them to be happy.

No, wait. He didn’t love Hannah. He couldn’t. She was going to be like a sister. That was all.

He would get over this raging desire to have her underneath him.

He could hear her screaming as he walked toward reception.

Slade was right. She needed a gag.





* * * *

Hannah took a deep breath as the airplane finally leveled out.

Slade released his seat belt and stood. “I’m going to need a drink.” He walked down the aisle and opened a small door, revealing a surprising amount of liquor.

He poured a couple of inches worth of scotch into three crystal glasses and passed them to his brothers.

They offered Hannah nothing. Bastards. She wouldn’t curse anywhere but in her own head.

It wasn’t ladylike, her grandmother had taught her. But deep inside, she was using all kinds of four-letter words to describe the three men who had kidnapped her. Jerks. No, kinky jerks. She’d known that since the minute Dex forced her into the limo and opened his own small suitcase to reveal a rubber ball with ties. He’d threatened to gag her with it, and she’d since refused to speak.

Besides a ball gag, what else had the big cowboy packed? Probably some rope. She looked between Slade and Dex. She’d heard the rumors. They liked to share the same woman, and they frequented several exotic clubs like the ones in those books on her eBook reader.

But they weren’t taking her needs into consideration. So she wasn’t going to fantasize about them tying her up and having their rough and ruthless way with her.

God, what was she thinking? They would laugh their asses off if they knew how often she thought about the three of them. They would laugh even harder if they found out she was a twenty-five-year-old virgin.



“You read the file?” Dex asked as Slade passed him his drink.

Slade’s face went hard as he looked her way. That wasn’t good. Slade was the happy brother.

Gavin was the brooder, and Dex the bruiser. Slade almost always had a smile for her. Now he scowled as he pinned her with his deep blue eyes.

“I read it. Are we in agreement about how to handle this?”

“I think the kid gloves are off,” Dex said enigmatically.

“I think you burned the kid gloves when you hauled her out of the building kicking and screaming,” Gavin said drolly. He took a long swallow of his scotch. “That poor IT guy just about fainted when you shoved past him.”

Dex gnashed his teeth. “Was that the fucker who offered to fix your computer?” She itched to give them the cold shoulder, but clearly none of them would accept that.

Something had changed. Her men were on edge, and her self-preservation kicked in. She folded her hands in her lap. She wished Lyle hadn’t witnessed her abduction. What must he be thinking?

“Yes. Lyle is the head of the help desk. He’d graciously agreed to come to my house tonight to fix my laptop.”

“Gracious isn’t the word I would use,” Slade said under his breath.

Her little laptop was currently in its bag, sitting on top of her suitcase in the overhead bin.

How had Dex gotten her things? And how had he known Lyle was fixing her computer?

“You broke into my house.” It was the only explanation. Lyle had left her a message on her machine this morning. She hadn’t gotten back to him, and now it looked like she wouldn’t.

He shrugged his big shoulders negligently. “Yeah. It wasn’t hard. You don’t even have a damn deadbolt.”

She’d never really needed one and hadn’t thought about it until about a month ago. “Well, now that I know you’re willing to just barge in, I will certainly buy two or three.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Dex said with a nasty smile. “You won’t be going back there.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” What the hell was going on?

Slade turned to her. “Besides, if Dex hadn’t broken in, he wouldn’t have found your cat.” She softened. Her normally sweet cat must have gone through hell because she’d obviously taken a few swipes at her rescuer. “I really do appreciate that. Though, I would have liked to have seen her.”

“The vet said she was going to be fine,” Gavin said. “Do you have any idea who would want to hurt your cat? She had a knife wound in her gut.”

She gasped in shock. Tears followed. “No. I don’t know.”