Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(49)

Law's eyes rolled. "God, when did you two turn so whiny? It wasn't a mistake. It was the first thing we've done right with her."

"Are you serious, Law? She was horrified. She pushed us away." Dominic looked fresh from a shower. He'd changed into sweatpants and an Army T-shirt. It was odd to see Dominic out of his usual suit, and made Riley realize that the last few years had been a never-ending series of jobs. None of them had actually relaxed in forever.

"Yeah, after she had her orgasm." Law's lips curled up again. "It was a perfectly natural time for her to run. She's a virgin, and I think she feared what came next. We have to put her at ease. And I think we can all agree she's a greedy girl who needs to learn her place."

"Her place? Law, we kidnapped her. We can't just tie her up and spank her ass. In a way, she holds our fate in her hands. If she tells the feds we raped her, we're going down even harder."

Dominic was right, and Riley knew damn well just how fast a woman could turn on them.

The tablet next to Law chirped, and all three heads snapped toward the device.

"Is that our security system?" Dominic asked.

"Stay calm." Law was always cool under pressure. "None of the locals know we're here. Riley, you deal with this thing."

He took the tablet from his brother's hand. Well, thankfully they still needed him for something.

Mind racing and fingers flying, Riley tapped in the passcode. He'd modified the tablet to meet their needs, connecting it to the wide band of security cameras he'd placed throughout the house. They all fed into Riley's computer, which then communicated with the tablet.

He moved swiftly through the protocols and discerned the issue. "Someone tripped one of my motion detectors on the west side of the house. Probably an animal."

There was always something walking around the grounds since the forest wasn't far away.

"Or Butch, I let him out a couple of minutes ago. He's been scratching at Kinley's door all morning." Dominic leaned in, looking at the screen. "Can you bring up the cameras? Kinley's room is on the west side. I just want to be sure … " 

He quickly brought up the perimeter camera. "What the hell is that?"

Dominic squinted, his brow furrowing as he peered at an unfamiliar, out-of-place brown square on the grass, visible on the tablet screen. "I think that's one of her roller bags."

Another item dropped, hitting the roller bag, then listed to the side.

"Is that her purse? How is she getting out?" Law demanded.

Riley forced himself to remember every inch of the suite they'd put her in. He'd checked it over himself. And then he remembered …  "Shit. The bathroom window!"

When the owners of the house, the James brothers, had given them a tour, their wife Hannah had mentioned they'd had the window specially placed there. It had come from her great grandmother's home. Hannah had wanted a piece of her history here, so her men had made it happen. Because it wasn't hurricane glass, it actually opened. And Kinley had figured that out.

"That window is supposed to be decorative. It's eight feet up," Riley said.

The biggest grin lit up Law's face. "Damn, she's resourceful. I appreciate that in a woman. How is she going to get the dog down?"

Gigi's body came into the frame, her eyes bugging out and those little paws shaking as she was lowered down.

"Did she tie a sheet around the rat thing?" Dominic asked.

"Don't talk bad about your dog's baby mama. Oh, look she's got her bow back on straight." Law didn't seem upset that their prisoner was attempting escape.

The minute the dog hit the ground, Butch came into view as though he'd been sitting just outside the camera's edge, waiting for his true love.

As Butch rather clumsily attempted to mount Gigi, Dominic cursed. "Goddamn it. I'm going to get his ass fixed."

"I don't think his ass needs fixing. His dick on the other hand seems really interested in Gigi. Aw, look. He's frustrated. He can't get it in there with that sheet wrapped around her."

"Well, aren't you a fucking comedian?" Dominic groused.

Law sent him a deprecating shrug, then shot to his feet with a frown. "Damn it, how is Kinley planning on getting out? That window is too high. She's going to break her neck. I've got to stop her."

"Wait." Dominic stayed Law with a tap on the arm. "Would you look at that? I've got to hand it to her."

"How did she manage to not only get herself through that window, but fashion a rope from the rest of the bed sheets?" Riley was stunned. "Shit! She's rappelling down the side of the house in heels."

She was trying to run away from her kidnappers in stilettos. Riley couldn't see their color on the black and white feed, but he imagined them as fire engine red. And damn, he couldn't focus on anything but those heels. They would make her legs look a million miles long as he spread her wide for his cock. Well, when someone else did all that. He wasn't touching her.