Flirting With the Law

  “Alright, let’s do this thing,” Sean said, nodding solemnly. “On my mark, we—”

  The sound of gunfire had us dropping to the ground, Hunter scrambling to cover me with his body as the tree-branches exploded like fireworks around us. The house suddenly lit up with floodlight, illuminating men in black with guns running out of various doors and from around the side of it, all converging on the thicket of trees we were in.

  “Now!” Damien roared, lunging to his feet with the gun in his hands blasting as he lurched out of the tree. Sean and Hunter exploded after him, roaring and laying down fire as they made a break for the house.

  The gun was like dead weight in my hands, and sweat suddenly broke out on my back. I could feel my heart pounding like a truck engine as I watched the scene unfold as if in slow motion. Sean, skidding to a stop behind a tree stump, his expression grim before he whirled around and squeezed off a few rounds into three men in black running towards him. They dropped to the ground, and Sean ducked back behind his cover as another fresh spray of lead raked the wood beside him.

  I could feel the cool of the gunmetal in my hot palm as I watched Hunter and Damien rush to cover him, hurdling over a fallen tree and bellowing like warriors as they rushed the group converging on Sean.

  Then it was chaos, like little vignettes flashing before my eyes. Sean jumping back up, and slamming his gun into the gut of one of the goons who’d tried to dash around his cover. Hunter dropping four more bad guys in cold-blooded precision. Damien roaring as something hit him in the arm, spinning him around and dropping him to a knee before he lurched back up, face a mask of rage as he shook off the hit and kept advancing.

  And for a second, it really looked like we were winning. The three men advanced steadily on the mountain lodge, and more and more goons fell under their honed skills. I made a move from the stand of trees where I’d been waiting, darting behind the men as they advanced on the big glass wall that faced the huge patio.

  “Behind us, Ari,” Hunter said breathless, his jaw tight and his gun trained on the glass door to the still-dark-inside house. “Stay—”

  “That’s far enough!”

  The lights suddenly kicked on behind the glass wall, illuminating the scene inside.

  And the whole world went cold and slow around me.

  There was Mark, an arm around Sasha’s throat and gun in his hand.

  A gun pointed right at her belly.

  Her face was drawn but, it wasn’t fear I saw etched across my friend’s face, it was defiant fury.

  Everything exploded in chaos after that. Damien and Hunter and Sean with guns drawn, roaring for Mark to drop his. Mark screaming back, a crazed, wild look in his eyes as he alternated between pointing the gun at Sasha and waving it them. I could still feel my blood pounding in my ears, the hair on the back of my neck prickling as the raw fear and fury of the moment blasted through me.

  The screaming was getting louder and louder, every single second feeling more and more tense until there was no way it couldn’t shatter.

  That’s when it all went dim around me.

  That’s when I suddenly tuned it all out, ignored all of it, and concentrated on one thing.

  I looked up, almost in slow motion, and locked eyes with my friend. I weighed the gun in my hand — cool, heavy, full of purpose. I squeezed it, running my thumb over the ridges of the grip and feeling my breath slow to a crawl. Everything around me slowed to nothing, the yelling and gun waving tuning out until it was just me, the gun in my hand, and my best friend.

  I looked up and locked eyes with her.

  She nodded.

  Sometimes you just have to jump in.

  I raised the gun in my hands, my fingers curling around it as I looked right at Sasha.

  “Jump,” her lips said silently.

  I pulled my eyes from her, locked them on Mark, centered the gun, and squeezed as hard as I could.

  The gun exploded in my hands, and for one quarter second, everything was frozen.

  And then just as suddenly, it roared back to full speed.

  I was dimly aware of the gun in Mark’s hand dropping to the ground as he seemed to fly backwards, his arms up in the air. I was aware of Damien, Hunter, and Sean lunging forward, the gun dropping from my own hands, and then my own voice screaming.

  Arms caught me, familiar, protective arms.

  Sasha.

  I fell into her, wrapping my arms around her as all the emotions poured out of me.

  It was over, and she was okay.

  We were all okay.

  16

  “That was some damn good shooting, you know.”

  I turned to Hunter and smiled. “Thanks, I know.”

  The guys laughed warmly as I grinned at my own joke.

  We were back in New York City, cleaned up, exhausted, and just being together in closeness after what had happened. The glassed-in roof deck at the very top of the building that housed Camelot Holdings was dimmed, with only the lights of the city illuminating us all.

  Luke and Jordan had in fact broken out of their “house arrest” hotel and flown back home. Sasha was safe and sound back with them, and an immediate doctor’s visit had confirmed that the baby was just fine. All pending interest in her two men being involved in her kidnapping was obviously dropped.

  Mark was in critical condition, but alive. I’d apparently hit a one in a thousand shot of hitting him in the chest but missing his heart. We’d been told he was currently in the ICU coming out of surgery.

  There were plans to arrest him the second he came to, and this time, they were going to throw the book at him.

  “You seriously pulled out a shot like that on your first try?” Sean raised a brow at me.

  “Beginner’s luck?” I shook my head, looking into my glass of champagne. “I knew I couldn’t miss.”

  Hunter grinned, leaning over to kiss the top of my head.

  “So, that was interesting as first dates go.”

  I laughed along with the other two. “Well, why don’t we call it a second and third as well.”

  “And what does that mean?” he grinned.

  “It means I think I like you guys,” I said quietly.

  “Yeah?”

  “It also means I quit.”

  “What? No way!” Damien’s jaw dropped.

  “I am not going to be your secretary,” I said sharply.

  “Bodyguard, then?”

  The guys cracked up as I turned and punched Sean in the arm.

  “Hey! I’m just saying, with a dead-eye like that, we could probably use you,” he grinned.

  “We’ll figure something out,” Hunter said evenly. “As long as you stay with us.” His eyes locked on mine. “And I mean it, with all of us.”

  “I—”

  And right there, sitting with them with the gorgeous view of the city behind us, I knew I wouldn’t be able choose one even if I wanted to.

  “I feel like this is one unit, like we all work together as one.”

  “We do too,” Damien said softly.

  “I want this,” I said, nodding at each of them in turn. “And this is crazy, I know, but—”

  Damien’s lips cut me off, pressing hotly to mine.

  “Life is crazy, Ari. That’s why you hang on to what’s good.”

  I kissed him back, moaning into his mouth as I felt hands move over my back, another pair on my thighs. The kiss broke, and Hunter brought my face around to kiss me forcefully, making me shiver at his strong touch.

  I moved away from him and found myself falling into Sean, kissing him as well while the other two let their hands wander across me.

  “So we’ll work something out, even if it means you not being our secretary.”

  “Oh, it does,” I said with a grin.

  “I sort of liked being your boss,” Damien said, a glint in his eyes.

  I felt a throb of heat tease through me. “I— I liked you being my boss too.”

  I gasped at the feel of lips acros
s my neck. “That’s because you like being told just what to do,” Sean growled into my skin. “And secretary or not, you like being a good girl and doing what we tell you to do, don’t you?”

  I moaned quietly, my head slowly nodding.

  Hunter pulled the glass of champagne from my hand.

  “Stand, Ms. Holloway.”

  I felt an absolute throb of raw desire course through my body, tingling it’s way under my skin and diving between my legs.

  God, I wanted this.

  There was something so primal and raw about the way I loved having these three men talk to me like that — something in the way they dominated me and yet made me feel like a queen at the same time.

  I nodded as I stood.

  “Get on the table.”

  Hunter’s voice was smooth and dark as he pointed at the large ornate coffee table in front of the lush L-shaped couch we’d been sitting at.

  Again, all I could do was nod as I put one knee and then the other onto the smooth wood of the table. I could feel my slinky black dress slide up my thighs and pull tight across my ass. I could feel their eyes on me, and my nipples puckered beneath the sheer material.

  “On your hands and knees.”

  I whimpered — actually whimpered — at Damien’s commanding voice. But I did as I was told.

  This was it. This is the rush I craved, and the need to be taken by them.

  I felt a hand on my thigh, and looked back to see Sean, his dark eyes glinting at me as he let the hand slide up and down my bare, exposed skin. Damien’s strong hand moved to my other leg, and I felt the heat shiver through me at their touch.

  Hunter stood from the couch and moved a hand over my ass, a look of pure desire on his face. He let his fingers tease across my barely-covered skin, tracing the line of my thong beneath the silky dress.

  “Turn around,” he growled. “Show us.”

  My breath hitched as I nodded and turned on my knees, facing Damien and Hunter sitting on one side of the L-couch, with Sean to my right sitting on the corner. He reached out with his strong hands and ran them over my ass — a gesture that soaked my panties instantly.

  “You know what we want, don’t you?”

  I nodded eagerly. Yeah, it was the exact same thing I was craving, and he knew it.

  “Call me sir.”

  I moaned quietly as Sean’s hand moved over my ass.

  “Yes sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  Hunter stood and began to pull at his zipper, with Damien following suit. I moaned, biting my lip as they both let their thick, throbbing cocks bob out in front of my face. Sean pulled at my dress, yanking it up over my ass. He growled as his hand slipped down over my ass and between my legs, his fingers finding me soaking wet through my panties.

  “Dirty, dirty girl,” Sean growled, making me shiver. “The idea of all three of us making you ours gets you nice and wet doesn’t it?”

  I nodded eagerly. “Yes, sir.”

  His hand came down suddenly with a loud smack on my exposed ass, making me yelp in pleasure. In front of me, Damien and Hunter moved closer, their thick, heavy cocks arching up towards me. Hunter let his hand move across my cheek, pushing his thumb between my lips. I moaned softly as I sucked it inside, swirling it with my tongue and locking eyes with him as Sean dragged a finger over my panties.

  Damien pushed his hand into my hair, pulling closer towards their cocks. I gasped as I felt both of their soft, velvety heads push over my cheeks, across my lips as they stroked my face against their cocks. With a gasp, I opened my mouth for Damien first, and he pushed his thick head through my wet lips and into my hot mouth.

  I moaned around his shaft, swirling my tongue around his head and relishing the thick weight of him in my mouth. Hunter growled and began to stroke himself as he reached down and pulled my breasts free from the dress.

  The position had me on my elbows, my back arched and my ass thrust high in the air for Sean. I felt like such a plaything for these men to use for their pleasure, and the thought of that had my head spinning in pleasure.

  Sean stroked my slit through my soaked panties, and suddenly I felt him grab and yank them down my thighs to my knees, leaving them there to bind me like that on my knees with my ass thrust back for him. My eyes flew open and I moaned wildly as I suddenly felt his tongue drag over my bare slit, pushing through my slick folds and curling over my hard little clit. In front of me, Damien moved away as Hunter took his place, pushing his own thick head between my lips and deep into my mouth.

  Sean’s tongue swirled through my folds, lapping at the juices flowing freely from my tight pussy. He pushed the tip of his tongue in deep, teasing me as his hands stroked up and down my thighs and gripped at my ass tightly.

  Suddenly, his tongue slid higher, and I moaned around Hunter’s cock in my throat. His tongue swirled around my ass, making me shiver and making my pussy even wetter. The feeling of his hot tongue dancing around my little ring like that had me writhing and moaning on the table like an animal.

  Hunter pulled away from my mouth and I moved back to Damian. My pulse spiked as he grabbed me by the hair and began to fuck my mouth with even, deep strokes. My lips felt so stretched and used by his big, thick cock, and I loved it.

  The sound of a zipper and clothes falling came from behind me, and my heart raced. Sean moved behind me, and I felt his hands sliding over my ass. I gasped as I felt the hot, thick head of his cock touch against my needy pussy lips.

  He pushed forward, and my body tensed as his thick girth began to stretch my pussy wide, making me moan. Holy shit he was big! He slowly slid in, pushing his big dick inch-by-inch into my clenching slit. He grunted when his balls rested against my lips, his hands gripping my ass, and slowly he pulled out, slamming back in, hard.

  This was what I’d been craving. This is what I’d always been craving, without really knowing why sex or intimacy never felt as complete as I thought it should.

  I just hadn’t had the right number before.

  I gasped as Sean’s strong hands gripped my waist, and he began to roughly pound my pussy, making me moan and wail around Damien’s cock. But just as quickly as he’d begun, he pulled out, leaving me aching for more. I heard movement, and then gasped as I felt something hot and slick rub over my asshole. I shivered as I felt Sean’s finger press against the tight ring there and then slip right inside, eased in by whatever he was rubbing on my ass. He plunged his finger deep, slowly filling me with the digit before he slid it back out and repeated the process as he started to eagerly finger my ass.

  He pulled the finger out and then crouched forward, and I moaned again as I felt the huge head of his cock press against my tight little hole.

  “Shhh, just relax Arianna. Just relax that tight little ass for my big cock,” he growled into my ear, making me shiver. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could practically feel the wetness dripping down my thighs.

  The thick head of his cock rested against my tight ring before he added pressure. Pushing gently at first, Sean grunted as he slowly eased himself into the tight ring of my ass. I brought my mouth up from Damien’s cock with a gasp as I whirled around, wide-eyed, to watch as he slowly pressed forward.

  With a small pop, the fat head of his cock suddenly slid past my ring, and I groaned deeply at the sudden feeling of being so filled. Sean grunted as he looked up, his steely eyes flashing at me as he slowly pushed forward. I moaned, my face scrunched up in pleasure as I pushed my ass back against him while he slowly fed his entire length up my tight little ass

  “Fuck yes.” he muttered, his balls resting against my pussy, my toes curling. “Ms. Holloway,” he growled, moving so that his lips were by my ear. “I’m going to fuck this pretty little ass like it deserves to be fucked.”

  “Do it!” I hissed, begging like a dirty little slut for this man to use my ass. “Please fuck my tight ass with your big cock, sir!”

  With a dark chuckle, his thick arm muscles standing out, Sean grunted and pushed for
ward, inching his big cock back in as I moaned in pleasure.

  Hunter’s fingers clutched at my hair and brought me back to his cock, pre-cum dripping from his head. I opened wide and he started to fuck my mouth to match Sean fucking my ass. My body began to writhe and twist beneath the men as they alternated their strokes, filling my aching body from both ends.

  It wasn’t long before I could feel the stirrings of a climax begin to clench and pull inside of me as Sean slowly pumped his cock in and out my ass again and again, his fingers beneath me rubbing over my clit. Hunter’s cock swelled even bigger as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft.

  “Such a good girl, Ms. Holloway,” Hunter murmured. “Suck that big dick like a good little slut.”

  I moaned and felt a hot glow burning inside me as his words and the two thick cocks working me from both ends began to push me over the edge. The slap of Sean’s balls against my lips as he pounded my ass with his cock had me clawing at the edge of sanity and my mind reeled at the hot primal sensations rippling through my body. Hunter’s huge cock, stretching my lips wide amplified the feelings even more, and the dark realization that I wanted this, that I wanted to feel completely at their mercy; to be their slut and their dirty willing plaything, came rushing to the surface. I moaned louder and louder around the cock in my mouth, loving the feel of the rough hands on my hips and pulling my hair.

  Sean slammed into my ass, and with a muffled moan around Hunter’s cock, my orgasm tore through me.

  Sean gently pulled out of me, and I felt hands move and hold me tight. Suddenly, Hunter was up on the wooden table, sliding beneath me, and pulling me on top of him. The head of his cock nestled against my soaking wet pussy, and with one rock of his hips, he buried every thick inch of his cock inside. He withdrew slowly, driving me crazy and with a grunt and a thrust, he was burying every thick inch of his big cock into my aching pussy again. I cried out as he ground into me, his cock stretching me wide and rubbing right against that perfect spot just inside.

  Sean crouched back over me and my eyes flew open as I felt him press the fat head of his cock against my ass again.