Their Virgin Captive(71)

Lyle would have killed him, like he would have killed her in the end. Like he could have killed them all.

Slade’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her into the comfort of his chest. “Baby, you can cry. Let it all out.”

She allowed Slade to wrap her in his protective embrace. “I was so scared.”

“I know. We all were. But you were magnificent, Hannah. You didn’t panic. You held your ground and bought Gavin time to bring Lyle down .”

“I swear my life flashed before me when I saw you on that security monitor.” Gavin stood in the doorway.

She sobbed, and it felt good to cry. She’d forced herself to be strong while they’d taken care of Scott and waited for an ambulance. She’d held it together at the sheriff’s office as she had given her statement. Now, she wanted the comfort of their arms around her, but only Slade seemed willing to come near her. She didn’t understand.

“Did you think I was doing something I shouldn’t?” Hannah asked. When she’d stood in front of the camera, she’d known that Gavin would only be able to see her. What had he thought she was doing?

His flush told her all she needed to know. “For a moment, I thought you were teasing me, like Nikki used to.”

Dex turned on his brother, his face going mulish and stubborn. “Asshole, she’s nothing like Nikki.”

“I know. And I figured out quickly that something was wrong.” But Gavin still hadn’t held her since that moment when she’d run into his arms. After that, he’d picked up her robe and covered her, his touch almost impersonal. He’d found her skirt and blouse, but he hadn’t offered to dress her. Nor had Dex. They were both so polite and distant.

She needed to feel alive—and loved. But Dex merely leaned back against the wall, watching her, his eyes hooded with anxiety. Gavin held back, his face concerned, but he made no move toward her.



Slade smoothed back her hair and tilted her chin up to him. “I see that you need something, baby. Tell me what.”

Hannah didn’t hesitate. “All of you. Together with me.”

She needed to lose herself in the pleasure they gave. She needed them surrounding her.

“Hannah, you’ve been through a lot.” Gavin said one thing, but his eyes said another. They were eating her up, and her sex clenched at his hungry expression. So why wasn’t he moving toward her?

“You should rest,” Dex insisted softly, but he refused to look at her. “I can sleep in one of the other bedrooms. You need your rest tonight.”

“I’ll do the same,” Gavin offered, the desire on his face dissipating. “And there’s another room for Slade. I’ll have it made up, too.”

Slade’s arms tightened around her. “I’m staying with Hannah.” He was the only one? The others didn’t want her anymore? Her first instinct was to cry, but anger rose faster.

Before she could confront them, Slade stepped in. “You’d better explain yourselves, brothers.

Or she might start throwing things again.”

“Never mind.” Hannah couldn’t believe they were done with her. But if Dex and Gavin didn’t want her, then she would take Slade and pour all her love into him. “We’ll be fine on our own. They can sleep wherever they want. But they should go now because I’m going to kiss you, Slade James. I want you.”

A long, slow smile crossed his ridiculously handsome face. “I want you, too, baby. You wanna play?”

That sounded wonderful and mind-consuming. “Please.”

“You want to play now?” Dex stared at her in disbelief.

“You heard the lady. Find your position, Hannah,” Slade murmured. “And stop topping from the bottom.”

Hannah fell to her knees. “I don’t know what that means.”

A low chuckle rumbled from Slade’s chest as he touched her head. “It means you’re trying to manipulate me to get what you want.”

Hannah shrugged. She wasn’t going to stop doing that. Slade would have to get used to that bottom topping thing.

“It makes you a bratty little sub,” Dex said, his voice taking on the low growl that made Hannah’s heart race. When he finally looked her way, his stare was hot and dark with the threat of sin.

“We agreed to give her time,” Gavin said. But he was pushing away from the wall, closer, stalking her.

“Time to what?” Hannah shivered as they closed in.

They all could have died today. She didn’t want to waste time. She just wanted to feel them.

Slade’s hand tangled in her hair. The little bite of pain made her moan. “Are we playing?” Hannah knew where he was going with this. “Yes, Sir.”