Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(97)

Riley shoved his way back in, and Kinley gasped. Pleasure raked across her every nerve, screaming with tingling need. The ecstasy was robbing her breath, her mind. All the pain and heartache it had taken her to reach this place was suddenly worth it because she didn't just feel amazing bliss with these men. She felt warmed and surrounded and loved.

"Take me." Law pulled her close again, his cock against her lips. "None of us is going to last very long. Suck me hard, baby. Take all your men."

She did as Law demanded while Riley and Dominic started to move in perfect harmony. Riley filled her pussy as Dominic pulled out of her ass, exciting every cell, every nerve. As they settled into a pounding rhythm, she moved with them, still sucking hard on Law. He swelled against her tongue. His flavor turned salty.

"Get ready, baby. I'm going to come." Law's pace quickened as he dragged in deep, heaving breaths and anchored his hands in her hair. "Fuck! I need you, baby. Take me."



       
         
       
        

As she nodded, his cock pulsed then burst. He covered her tongue with his seed. Kinley drank from him, sucking gently as his essence coated her throat. Then she swallowed.

Dominic gripped her hips tighter and dragged her back on his cock. "Law, help us out."

He did, kneeling beside them and working a hand in between her and Riley. He pressed on her clitoris as Riley thrust up and hit a spot inside her that had her wailing. Orgasm swept her away, engulfing her. She thrashed between Dominic and Riley, mindless in her pleasure, seeking nothing less than everything from her men.

Riley joined her in ecstasy next, pumping his hips frantically as he called her name, prolonging the stunning pleasure still rolling through her. Kinley thought it couldn't get better until Dominic ground against her and his cock pulsed deep inside her. He dug his fingers into her hips and howled.

As their movements slowed, then stilled, she dropped onto Riley's chest. Dominic carefully balanced himself over her, whispering soothing kisses along her nape.

Peace. She felt complete blessed peace now, so thick she imagined that absolutely nothing could touch her. Her men surrounded and engulfed her. She hoarded this moment in her memory, just in case the future ripped these three out of her grasp.

Law kissed her cheek. "Baby, I'm going to start up the hot tub. We can all relax in there while we wait for the feds to call."

She felt a little smile cross her face. "Okay."

As Law stood, Kinley nuzzled against Riley's chest once more.

"Shit. I just figured out what Jansen is moving." Law's voice broke through her languor. She looked up to find him staring at the desk in the middle of the office.

Kinley frowned, panic beginning to penetrate her perfect peace.





Chapter Fifteen


Law hated to break up the moment. Three minutes ago, he'd felt like the fucking king of the world. Now he jumped into his sweat pants because they had a job to do.

And it had just gotten harder.

Dominic helped Kinley to her feet, pulling her in for a hug as though he needed to protect her from the truths he knew were coming. "This can't wait until we take care of our sub?"

Riley was on his feet, getting dressed, and there was no way to mistake just how irritated he was. "I told you there's no way to know unless I can break whatever code he's using. It's all in numbers. I know it sounds simple, but it's actually quite difficult without some form of reference. Let's get Kinley settled, and I'll explain cryptography to you."

God, his brother could be a smartass prick at times. "I don't need cryptography. I have eyes. And we're not leaving her out of this discussion." 

Kinley shook her head as she shrugged into Riley's oversized T-shirt. It practically hung to her knees. "No, we're not leaving me out. If Law figured out how my ex is using Hope House, then I want to hear it. Could someone pass me my jeans?"

Those jeans were the problem. Law picked them up, but held the denim in his hand. "How many pairs of these did Jansen give you?"

She frowned. "At least ten I think, all with slightly different designs."

"Why were you taking ten pairs of jeans to a tropical island in the summer?"

"Greg said he wanted a fashion show …  What a load of crap. Greg never gave a crap about seeing me in anything. I should have known. What's weird about the jeans?" She walked over to him as though to inspect the pants, but her eyes caught on the desk. "Oh, no. Did I do that by sitting on the glass? It wasn't scratched before."

Dominic hustled across the room and stared down at the desk. The massive mahogany desktop was covered in a thick layer of glass, a precaution against damaging the wood. The glass could be replaced. Normally, it would protect against ink stains, heavy machinery, and someone being too rough on the wood.