Simon Says

SIMON SAYS by RC & Lora Leigh http://www.loraleigh.com © Copyright Lora Leigh, 2005. All Rights Reserved. The private hospital wasn t exactly what Stephanie had expected. It was reclusive enough and well guarded, but slipping into it wasn t as hard as she had thought it would be. There were few nurses in the halls, and even less doctors, but she suspected the hard-eyed orderlies who went about their duties were there for more than just cleanup. They reminded her of the bodyguards Senator Sanderson kept around him at all times. Killers, Janette had called them, and she should know. Taking a deep breath, Stephanie held the nurse s clipboard in one arm as she made her way to room 232, the room assigned to her best friend. Finding the hospital had taken more time than she liked. Of course, it would have helped if Janette had been good enough to warn her that she could be in trouble when she headed off to Colombia. Maybe then Stephanie wouldn t have taken that assignment in California and decided to stay those extra weeks. That lost time could mean the difference between life and death for Janette, and that infuriated Stephanie. Senator Sanderson was a bastard at the best of times, but Stephanie had never imagined anything like this happening. We have an order for a change in medication, she informed the guard at the door in a clear, crisp tone. The stocky, dark-haired guard grunted mockingly but moved aside as she opened the door and walked in. Taking a deep breath, she restrained her gasp as she gazed at her friend. Janette was horribly thin now. Lying beneath the stark white sheet of the hospital bed, she looked pitifully undernourished and too pale. What the hell have they done to you? she murmured as she touched the other woman s cheek, hating the papery, unhealthy feel of her flesh. And how the hell am I supposed to help you now? The pale eyelids fluttered open, blinked, and the fear Stephanie glimpsed in her eyes terrified her. Janette. She leaned close, keeping her voice low but imperative. What the fuck happened? Steph. Her voice was weak, thin. God, Steph, find Simon. Go to Bogotá. Find Simon Quatres. Simon, Steph. Her voice was raspy, desperate. Simon? Stephanie hissed. Who the fuck is Simon? Janette, I have to get you out of here. But how? There was no way she could slip the other woman out without getting them both killed. No. Janette grimaced, the fight to stay lucid obviously overwhelming. Find Simon. Simon will help me, Stephy. Find Simon. Who the fuck was Simon?

Be careful, Stephy, she whispered, desperation echoing in the rasp of her voice. Simon kills. He will kill. Hard She breathed in roughly, fighting to make sense. He ll help Tell him he was right bout everything Don t you phase out on me, goddammit, Stephanie snarled furiously. Tell me what the fuck is going on. All I get is a damned letter from you that makes no sense and now this. What the fuck happened? Simon knows. Her eyelids fluttered drowsily as her strength began to wane. Find Simon. Simon knows Simon.. Stephanie gritted her teeth at the name. Janette, dammit, where is this fucking Simon? There was no response. Unconsciousness had obviously taken her, the drugs pumped into her system too strong to fight. Stephanie grimaced with throttled rage as she fought the knowledge that if she was going to save Janette, then she was going to have to do it on her own, with no further help from her friend. Straightening, she composed her features and left the room with studied casualness. She flirted with the guard for a second before moving down the hall, keeping a slow, even sway to her hips. Hopefully, he wouldn t remember the details of her face as much as he remembered the curves of her breasts peeking from the opened buttons of her uniform. His eyes hadn t strayed far from that direction. She was used to living on the edge. She had been born on the streets, had fought her way out of the harsh conditions of street gangs and poverty and clawed her way into a career that was, in ways, just as rough as the streets but was a hell of a lot more profitable. She was an independent courier for the government and often transported sensitive documents all over the world. She had been attacked more than once, threatened often, but the adrenaline rush was almost as good as sex. She turned in the direction of the nurse s station, continued down the hall and to the entrance of the two-story building. Outside, the moon was rising above the tops of the trees that surrounded the plain brick building and cast a light glow over the cement path that led to the back of the building. There, she shucked the uniform, stuffed it into her backpack and donned black cotton pants and T-shirt before sprinting for the back of the property and the break she had found in the stone fence there. She eased through it, ran to the car she had parked up the street and headed quickly for home. Bogotá, Janette had said. Find Simon Quatres. He was obviously the man who had rescued her from the attempted kidnapping while she was there. A kidnapping Stephanie wouldn t have known about if it hadn t been for the letter Janette had mailed after her rescue. If I disappear, Stephanie, then father s behind it. You won t believe what I saw, and I can t write it here. But I m a danger to him and he knows it. If I fail, then you ll have to find me. He can t kill me outright, but he ll find other ways. Find me. Please. First an attempted kidnapping in Columbia and now this. Two attempts on Janette s life staged evidently by her father. Find her, Stephanie snorted. If it hadn t been for a very, very lucky break, she would have never found out where Janette was being held. But the Senator had given her what she needed, the name of Janette s doctor.

Dr. Phegran believes that for now, Janette s visits should be limited to family only, he had told her in that arrogant, superior voice he liked to use. I ll be sure to let you know when she s well enough to see you. Stephanie snorted as she sped through the night, heading out of D.C. toward the small apartment she had on the edge of the city. She didn t have much time, so she hoped Simon Quatres wasn t going to be too hard to find. Chapter One Simon Quatres was aware he was being hunted. Who was hunting him intrigued him, though. He sat in the dark corner of the little bar outside Bogotá, Colombia and watched the woman who had entered the establishment so foolishly. City girl, he thought instantly with a snort, but damn if she wasn t a fine one. Of course, he wasn t the only one who d noticed that. The rebel soldiers who were moving in place about the room were keeping a real close watch on her, too. Though, he suspected, for different reasons. Dark, café au lait skin shimmered with perspiration. Her long, black hair was pulled back in a cute little sophisticated braid that wouldn t stand a chance if he managed to get his hands into it. He wanted to see it framing her face as her lips opened, stretching around his dick. He smiled at the thought as his gaze narrowed on her. She was alone, without an escort and she was a prime piece of woman. She was slender without being skinny, with nice full breasts under that black T-shirt, and well-shaped legs encased in worn jeans. A wide black belt cinched the low-rise jeans and emphasized her curvy waist. She wasn t secret agent material, despite the names she used to get this far. This was no C.I.A. agent, this was a little fuck-baby in a den of wolves just ready to eat her up. He shook his head at the thought as he watched her walk up to the bar and order a drink. A lot of eyes were on that piece of female flesh. Her tight little ass curved beneath the snug demin delightfully, making a man s hand itch to cup it, part it. Hell, he wanted to fuck it, but she was sure a tiny little thing. He tilted his head thoughtfully, measuring the sweet little cheeks with his eyes, wondering if there was any way he could convince her to take the generous width of his cock in that tiny hole. The rounded muscles flexed, bunched as she turned, and he took a deep breath as he stared at the vee of her thighs. A little hum of hunger vibrated in his chest as his smile deepened. Simon was fairly confident there were two things he knew well. Fighting and women. This woman had been born to fuck and to fight. She was built for it; he could tell she had a few street smarts, though she would need a bit of seasoning to make it in his world. She was comfortable with that gun strapped to her hip, which was a good thing. But she sure as hell didn t know the best way to handle herself among the cutthroats and murderers that converged on the bar in the early hours of the evening. She was a rape waiting to happen. She d put enough work into searching him out, though. He guessed he might as well let her find him before she got her throat cut in front of his eyes. He slipped his booted feet

from the chair he had propped them on and rose to his feet as he slung his rifle over his shoulder and moved for the bar, never taking his eyes from his prey. Of course, she thought she was on the hunt, and that was fine. He and his cock knew better. If she hadn t shown up here looking for him, he would have had to put himself out to find her when he made his trip to the States. She was the key to getting to Janette Sanderson and pulling her out of the hell her father had consigned her to. He was going to have to do something about the senator, of course. But first, he would play out the little game Miss Stephanie Laken had started with her arrival. Sometimes, you just had to let a lady have her way. ***** Stephanie stilled the rapid beat of her heart as she watched Simon Quatres approach from the corner of her eye. His long-legged, slow-assed stroll was going to get her killed.. She should be watching out for the men who might have followed her there, rather than Simon s sexy walk. And it was sexy. A true cowboy walk, scarred leather boots and all. His face was stone hard, not exactly handsome, but rugged and hotter for it. He looked as dangerous as she had been warned he was. She drew in a hard, deep breath. She couldn t let that hard body affect what she had come here to do. A little fun would be nice, a good fuck would be even better, but she had to make certain he was the man she was looking for. Not that there could be many men like him, but Janette had been barely conscious, and unfortunately, not as clear as she could have been in detail. And if that smooth walking cowboy didn t get his ass moving they were going to have more trouble than she wanted to deal with. She was smart enough to know she wasn t in her element right now. She had hoped it would be easier. Hell, she had been in some of the most dangerous dives New York or Washington had to offer, but none of it compared to this. This was the mother of badass hangouts and the slime inhabiting it was eyeing her a little too closely. Finally, blessedly, the tall cowboy maneuvered his muscular body between her and the obese, greasy-haired lothario wannabe that had been sideling up to her. At least the cowboy didn t stink. Sweet thing, this is a bad time to be here, Simon murmured as he snagged the whisky bottle the bartender set down in front of him. The glass beside it looked less than sanitary. Stephanie stilled the tremble that would have shivered through her body at the warning and the implicit sexual promise in his voice alone. She glanced at him as he stood facing her, his blue eyes wicked, sexual, his smile so smugly confident it almost made her want to show him he wasn t God s gift to women. Unfortunately, he was a little too sexy and much too needed to take that course. And he was one of the most outrageously dressed men she had seen in months. He surely was not wearing that vivid red and blue Hawaiian print shirt. Didn t he know those went out of style years ago? And he didn t have hair longer than hers, and his eyes couldn t be that striking or his face that rugged. And, please God, tell her that was not a Texan accent and a cowboy hat? I don t have a choice except to be here, she replied, keeping her voice pitched low. He tilted a knowing look at her as he came closer, his chest brushing her breasts as her breath caught in her throat. Every move he made was implicitly carnal and the erection

bulging in those jeans was just plain impressive. It was enough to make a woman s mouth water. Baby, you might want to come back later, he warned her, his voice suddenly too serious, the warning overriding the sexual promise it had held moments before. Surprised, she glanced away from him, her heart nearly stopping as she watched the six rebel soldiers heading across the room. The same soldiers she had managed to slip away from earlier. Where the hell was the damned government police when you needed them? Damn, she muttered, stiffening in alarm as one of them slipped his hand to the gun at his side. I thought I lost them. Damn, baby, you would have to cause me trouble tonight, Simon cursed roughly. Let s get the hell out of here while we still can. Stephanie gasped, shock ricocheting through her as the soldiers drew their weapons and pointed them straight at Simon. Let s go, lady, he yelled imperatively as he jerked her along with him a second before bullets began to whiz over their heads and furious screams echoed behind them. Move, he ordered, pulling at her as he began to run. I have a Jeep outside but we don t have long before they ll be on our asses. Stephanie followed out of pure fear, fighting to keep pace with his longer stride as they dashed through the door. Reality had ceased to exist and she was certain the tall, broad form of the male dragging her off must be the specter of death and no true savior. Baby, they must want that pretty little tight ass of yours bad, he called back to her as the sounds of gunfire followed behind them. Or yours. She couldn t make sense of the rescue or the excitement throbbing in her rescuer s voice. She caught the impression of a wide smile as he glanced back at her, then he was pulling her through a thick covering of dense underbrush and pushing her into an open Jeep. Strap in. We re in for a hell of a ride. A hell of a ride didn t begin to describe it. He gunned the motor and the next second they were jumping through the brush on the side of the dirt road and speeding down a rough mountain track that made a goat s path seem like a highway in comparison. Stephanie held on for dear life, eyes wide, her heart pounding in terror as she glanced at the sheer drop that couldn t be more than a foot away as he raced down the mountain road. She couldn t scream and she was certain her life was passing before her eyes. If she lived, she was going to kill him. What was a little murder after what she had just gone through? If she could live through this, she could live through anything. Right? She screamed as the back tires slid dangerously then bounced forward as it righted itself and continued at breakneck speed down the dirt path to the base of the mountain. You re insane, she cried, wanting to close her eyes, but terrified if she did it would somehow jinx the luck that had kept them on the road so far. Laughter sounded beside her. Rich and vibrant and filled with triumph as his strong hands wrenched the steering wheel and guided the vehicle on its path of destruction. I resent that remark, he yelled back at her as a bone jarring dip sent the Jeep bouncing into the air before it landed again, wheels spinning in the loose traction before they caught and propelled the Jeep ahead once again. Chill out, sweet thing, we re almost out of the woods here and you ll be as safe as a babe in momma s arms.

Uh huh, she was going to believe that one. She glanced over at him again before wrenching her gaze forward and watching in horror as the Jeep sped to the bridge-less gulf that widened before them. Slow down, she whispered. Slow down slow down She screamed as they took flight instead. She could hear the sound echoing around her, joined by his laughter, making a mockery of every nightmare she had ever had as the motor whined and a sense of falling took over. Down they hit the other side with a bounce that she was certain dislocated bones, before they were speeding away once again. Hey, babe, you look a little pale! the demon beside her yelled out. That was nothing, but it did slow down those soldiers after your pretty ass. They were slowing down now. The Jeep decreased its speed until they were traveling almost sedately, considering the mad dash they had just taken. You re insane! she screamed. Only a mad man would try something so stupid. Call me your white knight. He flashed her a boyish, sexy smile as she looked over at him furiously. Her white knight? God help her. He was the man she had come looking for, but she sure as hell hadn t expected this. She couldn t kill the only person with a chance of saving her best friend s life, but damn if he didn t deserve to die for the ride she was taking. This is not real, she muttered, turning away from the blond-haired, blue-eyed surfer boy impression she was receiving. Won t be long before we can stop for the night. I have a little place for you to wash up and rest before we slip you out of Dodge, baby. I d be more careful where I visited in the future, though. Did you forget to give someone head or something? She stared back at him in shock. No, he did not just say that. He grinned, white teeth flashing in a tanned face as he winked at her. This was a nightmare. It wasn t possible it could be real. It was a horrible nightmare and it would all be gone when she woke up. As soon as she could release the death grip she had on the seat, she would pinch herself. You okay? He frowned as she looked back at him. You re still kinda pale, darlin . You re not gonna be sick or anything, are you? She shook her head. She would have to be alive to be sick. There was no way she survived that jump across the river. They had crashed, she had drowned. It was that simple. He smiled again. One of those irresistibly devastating smiles that made women want to lay down and start fucking. If she was alive, she was certain that wet heat coming from her cunt would be real. But she was dead, she reminded herself. Dead women didn t get horny. Did they? She faced forward again. She could feel the sun beating down on them. She was soaked with sweat and trembling in reaction, and for some strange, unknown reason she could feel her pussy creaming. She was a dead woman and her pussy was wet. How long had it been since she had been fucked, anyway? Stephanie shook her head. She was insane. He was insane. Somehow she had slipped into an alternate universe, she was in the middle of a very bad dream, or she suspected she was dead. Whichever she chose she was in a hell of a mess and horny on top of it. Could things get worse?

Chapter Two Things could get worse. Stephanie glanced around at the interior of the motel room that night, uncertain exactly how she had landed in this situation. At least the shower hadn t been too bad. The food had been passable. The water bottled. Hopefully she wouldn t end up sick, but sitting there half naked in a room with a sinfully delicious cowboy hadn t been on her agenda, either. You doing okay? He knelt beside her, looking up at her with sincere blue eyes and a hint of concern. She swallowed tightly. No. I m still having my nightmare. Now go away. He chuckled at that, his eyes glinting playfully. He was too handsome for his own good. Stephanie knew she was in shock. She had to be, otherwise the feel of his rough hand sliding along her knee would have been more alarming than it was. He was aroused; his dick was so hard it looked ready to burst through his jeans and it appeared quite a bit larger than she had expected if that bulge was anything to go by. Well, since you re dreaming anyway, he murmured, as he parted the towel where it covered her lower body, let s see if I can t make it a little better. She stared down at him, transfixed by the sheer sexuality in his gaze. Where in the hell was her mind? Why was she letting him pull the towel from the death grip she had on it so it would fall away from her body? And what was she doing watching him, dazed, uncomprehending, as he filled his hands with the firm globes of her breasts? Oh, this was good. She shivered at the sensation of his calloused palm surrounding her tender flesh. She could feel her breasts swelling, her nipples tightening for him. They felt too hot, too engorged with heat and need. Hmm, natural. He felt the swollen mounds gently. I wondered. Of course they re natural. She might have sounded more offended if he hadn t chosen that moment to rake his thumbs over her nipples and send her pulse racing. This isn t a good idea, she whispered. Best idea all day. He leaned forward, causing her to jerk in reaction as his tongue wrapped around one of the hard points of her breast. Such pretty tits. Nice and soft and warm, with the darkest little nipples. I always did like brown sugar best, baby. She watched as he licked at the dark nipple, the café au lait-colored flesh of her breasts darkening with an aroused blush. She whimpered at the pleasure, the wet heat of his mouth as he began to suck at her breast. His cheeks hollowed in, his eyelids lowering drowsily as he enjoyed the taste of first one, then the other nipple. I m going to fuck you, pretty girl, he said softly as his lips lifted from the hard peaks. I m going to give you every inch of my cock and watch your cunt flower open for it. I want to hear you scream for it. She drew in a hard, uneven breath. Normally, this situation wouldn t be quite so disconcerting, but she was in the middle of a primitive jungle village with a man rumored to be as quick to kill as he was to fuck, and she really needed to stay alive long enough to help Janette. He grinned, a flash of teeth in his sun-tanned face as he spread her thighs, pulling at them until she was slouched in the chair, her buttocks resting against the padded edge.

Mm. Creamy. She jerked as he slid his calloused finger down her bare slit. You wax. I like that. No stubble. She shuddered as she felt her cunt convulse and her juices spill from it. She couldn t remember having ever been so hot, so horny, that her pussy was literally frothing to be fucked. But it was. She could feel it the syrupy juices were boiling from the heat of her vagina. She couldn t believe she was letting Simon Quatres do that to her. She laid her head back against the chair, panting for breath as she considered her options here. Shock was all well and good. The ambush had been unexpected, but this even more so. A hard slap to her pussy had her jerking upright, staring at him in surprise as he watched her with savage intensity while her cunt blazed with heat. I m not on the ceiling, sugar, he informed her coolly, his voice resonating with demand. I m about to eat your juicy little cunt. Pay a little attention. She wasn t about to let him know the reaction that smack had caused. She pushed at his shoulders, intending to jump from the chair and consider this a bit more. This could possibly not be the wisest course of action. As she pushed, he smacked again. Harder this time, the startling fire that raced through her clit shocking her. Stop that. Her hand flew out, striking his face in reaction as blistering lust whipped through her veins. Her handprint stood out on his cheek as his eyes narrowed warningly. The next blow to her tender pad had her screaming out, even as her back arched from the chair. She kicked out at him. The bastard was not going to make her climax in such a way. She would be damned if she would be spanked into orgasm. Before she knew it, her intentions to get away from him had turned into a battle she knew she had no hope of winning. He defended each move she made against him without leaving a bruise, restraining her easily, his eyes narrowed, intense as he controlled her. She kicked out, throwing her upper body forward. He blocked her foot, pushed her back, and before she could even scream in fury, he had one ankle tied to the foot of the chair. Son of a bitch. Her fingers curled as she aimed for his eyes. He laughed, gripped her hands and within seconds had them restrained as well. Damn, if you ain t one of the most fiery pieces I ve had in a while. He laughed as he made easy work of tying her other leg to the chair, leaving her spread and helpless before him. She stared at him in shock as he stood back from the chair, his hands going to his jeans. Slowly, he released the fly, easing the zipper over the heavy bulge before moving his fingers beneath the material. Strong, sensually rough hands wrapped around the wedge beneath the material and eased it slowly from its confinement. Stephanie s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the cock standing out from his body, thick and heavy. Her eyes widened. Yeah, I m a bit blessed. He laughed again as his fingers curled around the thick shaft and stroked it slowly. But that s okay, baby, I know just how to work it up tight little pussies like yours.

The man had to have nine inches of dick as thick as her wrist. Hell, he didn t have a cock, he had a weapon. In wide-eyed fascination she watched as he stripped the jeans, then jerked his shirt over his head. You are not fucking me with that, she snapped, ignoring her dripping pussy. He grunted. Baby, you re lucky I didn t leave you for those rebels to gang rape instead. If I wasn t so damned interested in what the hell was going on, I would have. A bead of pre-cum welled on the ruddy head of his cock. Stephanie licked her lips with nervous hunger. A dick shouldn t look so tempting, especially one designed to rip a woman in half. Now there s an expression a man could grow to like. He stepped closer, one hand gripping her hair as the other swiped the head of his dick over her lips. Her tongue reached out, licking at the flared crest as her gaze rose to watch the flush that mantled his cheeks. There you go, sugar, suck it real nice and I might untie you later. He pulled her head back as his long legs moved closer, pushing his fuck tool closer to her lips. Her mouth opened, and she could feel her lips stretch as he pressed the head of his cock between them. It was one of the most erotic events of her life and that realization had her wondering at her own sanity. She was tied to a chair, his fingers pulling at her hair, creating a hot flare of sensation in her scalp that should have been more agony than pleasure. But her body wasn t paying attention to the logic of that thought. Yeah, sugar. She loved the sound of his voice as the head of his cock filled her mouth, her tongue rippling against the underside, caressing the smooth, ultra sensitive flesh just below it. Damn, that s a hot little mouth you have. The husky words had the blood pumping harder through her body, her cream spilling hotter from her pussy as she strained to take more of the steely strength into her mouth. He tasted quintessentially male. Hot and musky, a spicy flavor that sent her senses spiraling even as she strained to accept the amount of flesh he was trying to feed her. Stephanie stared up at him, sucking at the thick knob, her tongue caressing as much as she could reach, as she fought to relax her throat to accept even more. The taste of him was going to her head, the heat and hardness making her pussy clench with anticipation. Greedy little baby, he grunted as he began to thrust in and out of her mouth, holding her head still as he fucked her with slow, deep strokes. She moaned with each inward motion as his hands tightened in her hair, forcing her to bob her head in counter strokes on his dick as she sucked at it desperately. Her arousal was building with each forceful tug against her hair. This was what she had always longed for. In all her sexual encounters she had been left unfulfilled, aching for more, aching for this. Suck it, baby, he groaned roughly, his hips moving faster. One hand left her hair to wrap around the shaft of his cock. There you go, tighten your mouth on my dick. Suck it like you love it. And she did love it. Every inch she could take. The wet sounds of her sucking mouth and his hard strokes filled the room. Stephanie moaned at the unbearable excitement, wishing she could touch herself, find some relief from the desperate arousal filling her. Get ready, sweet thing, he groaned roughly as his cock pulsed in her mouth. I m going to come for you, baby. Damn, there you go, suck it out of my balls. Fuck, I m coming

He erupted. Hard, hot pulses of his semen jetted into her mouth, filling it as she fought to swallow every sweet drop and sucked at the hard flesh for more. Her clit was so swollen, so sensitive, she almost came with no more stimulation than his release. Almost. But not quite. Fuck me, she gasped as he pulled back, her lips tingling from the stretching he had given them. Please, Simon. Fuck me now.

Chapter Three You re such a bad girl, he murmured as he knelt between her spread thighs, his blue eyes dark, his face flushed with pleasure. Did I offer you a fucking? Be good and tell me why you were trying to follow me and I might give you the fucking you want so bad. She stared back at him, breathing roughly. I don t know what you re talking about. His eyes narrowed as her heart jumped in her chest. Okay, so daring him might be a bad idea, no matter how stimulating it was. It wasn t that she didn t intend to tell him at all. She would. But she wanted to play, too. Ow, damn you! she screamed as his hand landed on her pussy again, just above her clit. If only the pain was enough to shock her out of the stupor of pleasure. Her clit nearly exploded. You bastard! I m going to cut your heart out if you make me come like that. Oh, you wanted to come? He arched his blond brow mockingly. Why, sugar, you should have said something. That s what the dick is for. The smacks were supposed to be punishment. That isn t a dick, it s a bat, she snapped. Stop fucking torturing me. Stop fucking lying to me, he ordered in return. Why were you shadowing me? And what the hell is with the pretense of working with the C.I.A.? You re no more a spy than I am. You re a sweet little fuck baby, so out of her element it s not even funny. Stephanie stared back at him furiously. Why didn t you tell me you knew to begin with? she snarled. She thought she had done a fair job of impersonating a C.I.A. agent. She didn t think it was that hard. Baby, I know a lot of things, he murmured as he ran his finger down the narrow slit between her thighs, smiling tightly as she shivered from the need for release. Number one being the fact that Stephanie Laken just happens to be Janette Sanderson s best friend. A tough little spitfire that s always warned her what a bastard her father was. And I ll bet you know exactly how to get to Janette. That wasn t completely true, but evidently Janette had told Simon as much about her as she had told Stephanie about him. Bastard, she snarled. If you know so damned much then you know where she is. His eyes narrowed. Now, I can do this the easy way, he told her softly. I can eat that sweet little fuck box until you ve filled my mouth with enough of your cum to drown me and I ve loosened the muscles enough to take my dick. Or He rubbed the engorged head at her small entrance. I can go ahead and start shafting you deep and hard and see how long it takes the pain to make you start talking. Your choice, baby.

She bit her lip as her pussy lips parted, hugging the wide head wetly as he nudged it against the entrance. She moaned weakly as he pressed firmly against her, spreading the entrance and setting it on fire as he began to work the head inside her. She was small, she knew that. Even normal-sized men could hurt her, but the blazing fire he was setting in her loins was nearly more than she could bear. She could feel the juices sizzling, dripping, lubricating his way until the head popped inside the small, slitted entrance. Fuck. She gritted her teeth against the pain, for the first time in her life aware of the fragile barrier between agony and pleasure. Son of a bitch. His voice was just as harsh as hers. This has to be the hottest little pussy I ve ever fucked. His hips moved, working the broad head back then forward, shallow strokes that had her head tossing and whimpered cries tearing from her throat. Oh, you re a hot little fuck, he groaned heatedly. Look, baby. Look down and see your pussy sucking me in. She looked down at her sweat-soaked body, moaning in rising pleasure as she saw the stalk of hard flesh embedded in her pussy. The lips were spread wide, reddened and glistening with juice. His hands pressed her thighs further apart as he pulled back. A sharp cry escaped her lips as the helmeted contours of his cock cleared her entrance, only to sink in once again. She arched, her pussy on fire, burning as she watched the penetration split her open. Her head thrashed against the back of the chair. Never, ever had she been taken like this. Impaled so minutely with such agonizing pleasure. Want more? He was breathing as hard as she was now. What the hell was wrong with her? He hadn t even kissed her. He hadn t licked the needy flesh of her cunt, had barely touched her and her vagina was milking his fat flesh with greedy hunger. It wasn t that he was abnormally large, but he was so much larger than she had expected. She moaned in tortured need as he worked inside her another scant inch. Okay, so that was the thickest damned cock that had ever pushed inside her. I think I made the wrong threat, he growled as he twisted his hips, screwing the shaft deeper now. You like that too much, sugar. Maybe if I take it away from you He pulled back slowly. No. No. She bore down on the retreating flesh with muscles burning from the unusual width of his cock. Don t. Damn you. He popped free, chuckling as her cunt sent him a loud kiss goodbye. You re such a sadist, she groaned, the emptiness tormenting her now. That was cruel. Just totally cruel. Yeah, well, until you tell me what I want to hear, I m going to get worse, starting now. Chapter Four She wasn t exactly a wimp; she had been raised on the streets. She knew how to fight, had spent years learning how to fight. But in no time flat, after releasing the ropes on her ankles and wrists, he had wrestled her to the bed and tied her spread-eagled to the frame as he laughed at her violent curses.

Damn, baby, you should put a little more fight in it. He chuckled as he patted her traitorously wet pussy. I might think you re easy. I might think you re a moron, she snapped. The least you could do is untie me. It s not like I m going anywhere. I just want to make sure of that, sweet thing, he murmured as his fingers slid through her sopping cunt, opening the lips as he caressed the tender entrance. Sneaky little thing that you are, why, you just might slip right out of my fingers. Two of those fingers plunged deep inside the steamy depths of her cunt as her back arched from the bed. Sensation exploded through her body, electrifying her nerve endings as her muscles clamped on the penetrating digits. Damn, you re slick and wet, sugar, he whispered as he twisted his wrist, screwing them deeper as she bucked beneath him. Skin-tight and slick and hot as molasses in the summer. Stephanie gritted her teeth furiously. Come on now, surely you want to tell me why a cutie like you would come all the way out here to find me with no more information than you ve given me so far. You give up your sweet secrets and I ll move right between those pretty thighs and give you the fucking you deserve. She deserved a good fucking, she thought. This had been the month from hell. Nothing had gone right from day one and now she had completely messed up and the man she was tracking was torturing her. I would tell you, she panted. But then I would have to kill you. The old James Bond retort was fouled by the low, drawn out moan that came from her throat as his fingers moved inside her, the tips rubbing against a secret, much too sensitive spot. You can choke my dick to death instead, he promised her, rubbing more firmly, sending sensations whipping through her body as her clit began to throb, becoming more swollen, more sensitive. Come on, sweet pea, Simon says spill your secrets so he can spill his cum. She was a strong woman. Really, she was. But this was too much, even for her. I m sorry, really. I swear. I was going to tell you, but you re such an ass, she panted, her hips bucking against the slow internal rubbing of her sensitive flesh, forcing her nearly plead for more. Dammit, you know Janette sent me. She said you would help her. She sent me for you. His fingers stilled. Shit, don t stop. Her eyes flew opened. She was close, so damned close. I told you what you wanted to know. His fingers slid from her. Simon, damn you, she cried out. Don t stop now. Where s Janette? You haven t told me that yet. His eyes narrowed on her with calculated intent. I ll tell you now, I know who you are. Janette trusted you, but that doesn t mean I do. You tell me what I want to know, then we ll see about taking care of that burn in your pussy. Stephanie breathed in roughly. Yeah, she really needed the flames in her cunt put out before she burned alive. Had she ever been this damned hot? Could you untie me first? She tugged at her wrists.

She hated being tied down while he watched her with cool calculation, idly stroking his cock as she ground her teeth in frustration. No, I m not untying you. He shot her a determined look. Now tell me. Her father had her committed to some hospital. She shook her head, still uncertain why Janette s father had done something so horrendous. He said the ordeal was too much for her. He wouldn t even let me see her, so I stole one of the nurse s uniforms and snuck into her room one night. The memory of that night would haunt her forever. Simon, they have her so drugged up she can barely talk. She said she knew something. That she had heard something against her father and that was the reason she was there. Then she sent me to find you. Very little of it made sense to Stephanie, but she had known, clear to her soul, that if she didn t find Simon as Janette had begged her to do, her friend would die. You have to help her, Simon, she whispered. She trusts you. She said you would help. She watched as he sighed wearily. I tried to get her to stay. He shook his head slowly. I knew Sanderson was a son of a bitch, but I didn t expect this. He rubbed his hands across his face before linking his fingers on his flat stomach and staring at the ceiling. I rescued her from an attempted kidnapping about six months ago. My sources say her father arranged it. She was vacationing with some friends and she wasn t supposed to make it home alive. I kept her alive, but Janette didn t want to believe her father was behind it. Stephanie stared back at him in shock. Well, evidently, he s determined to finish the job himself, she said roughly. How long since you ve seen her? he finally asked. Three days before I headed here, she admitted. She s in bad shape, Simon. The doctors are keeping her pumped full of drugs and they ll kill her at this rate. She tugged at her wrists, uncomfortable now, wanting to be free. Lay still, he grunted. I m not finished with you yet. Oh yeah, like I m going to lay here all night while you ponder the mysteries of the ceiling and still be in the mood to fuck with that baseball bat you re sporting. He grinned at that, lifting a brow mockingly as he glanced at her and then at his cock. It s not that big, sugar. Stephanie shook her head at his response. She was out of the mood to fuck anyway. She shouldn t be playing while Janette was slowly dying. Simon, Janette needs your help, she said wearily. That s why I m here. I didn t come here to fuck you or to fight with you. He shook his head. Fucking me is a given, just as rescuing Janette will be. Her father s a scheming bastard. He sold her to those rebels and she knew it. She thought she could go back and make him pay for it. I had a feeling it wasn t going to work as well as she thought it would, he said softly as she stared back at him in amazement. But that doesn t make sense, she argued. You can t just sell people, Simon. And he s too well known, too much in the public eye.

He shrugged negligently. It happens all the time, sugar. The daughter s kidnapped, murdered before the ransom is made for one reason or another, and daddy s in the clear. Only the reason why changes. He came to his feet, moving to the bed. But we will get Janette. I warned her not to go back. But why would he want her dead? She shook her head, confused. She s his daughter. And she caught him red-handed molesting a minor boy, he told her baldly. The senator has some dirty little secrets that he doesn t want told, baby, and Janette s a crusader, bless her heart. She thought she could stop him. There was a thread of familiarity, of emotion, that had her watching him carefully. You fucked her. Her brows snapped together suspiciously. Well, yes. I did. He smiled wickedly. And she didn t give me nearly as much grief over it. He moved onto the bed between her spread thighs, coming over her and bracing his arms on the mattress by her head. The head of his cock butted against her sensitive pussy entrance. And I m going to fuck you. Then we re going to rescue Janette, again, and then I ll fuck you both. Again. How does that sound? How did that sound? He had to be crazy. I don t share, she snapped, but she couldn t stop the juices from gathering and dripping against the head of his erection. Oh baby, I promise, by the time we rescue Janette you won t want to leave, but you ll admit full well to needing a bit of help to keep me satisfied. You ll be more than happy to rest and wait your turn again. The smooth confidence in his tone set her teeth on edge. You are an egotistical bastard, she snarled. Yeah, I am, he whispered against her lips before licking them with a hot, heated stroke of his tongue. But I promise, baby, you re going to love being my lady. No matter how many others surround us. Before she could blast him in fury, his lips covered hers and his hips moved. A slow sliding twist that popped the head of his dick past the tight entrance of her pussy and had her screaming into his mouth with the pleasure. Chapter Five Simon paused as the helmeted head of his cock lodged just past the snug entrance of Stephanie s vagina. Damn, she was fucking hot. Her pussy was slick as hot syrup and tighter than his fist. He breathed in deeply, bracing his knees against the mattress as he pressed in further, wanting to groan at the building pressure gathering in his nuts, but he knew if he wasn t extremely careful this first time he was going to blow before he ever managed to bury every inch of his hard tool up her pussy. He loved it like this. Feeling those tight female muscles grabbing at his flesh, sucking him in, stretching tight and hot around him, and Stephanie s little fuck box was one of the best he had ever sank his cock into. Some women were just different. Some were built to take a larger cock and eagerly opened wide for it, clasping the driving flesh and going wild beneath the man thrusting into them. But that wasn t what Simon liked. He loved the knowledge that he could turn a

tight little pussy on hot enough to make it stretch around him. That he could get a woman hungry enough, eager enough, to spread her thighs and take him up her sweet little box or deep inside her ass. That was the winner when a sweet, tender little anus opened up and sucked him in. He groaned at the thought. That took trust and driving lust. That was when it was really good. Not that he was abnormal. As he had told her earlier, he was just blessed. Blessed with nearly nine inches in length, two inches thick at the shaft and slightly larger at the flared head. Holding onto his control with everything he had, he worked the iron-hard tool inside her tight, gripping muscles, feeling her struggle to take him, listening to the rising cries of hunger and pleasure as he stroked slowly inside her cunt. Ah, baby, he groaned as she bucked beneath him. So sweet and hot. There you go She was tightening on him, using her internal muscles to grip him, milk him in. Just like that, baby. Relax around me, Steph, let me all the way in. She whimpered beneath him, her hips arching, sweat beading along her body as the last inch slid home, the head of his dick pressing tight and hot into the deepest reaches of her pussy. Oh hell, you re going to kill me, she panted, her head thrashing against the mattress. This is the hardest cock I ve ever had in me, Simon. He groaned at her blatant words as his lips moved over her neck, her collarbone, heading for the tempting fruit of a hard, dark nipple. As he latched onto the elongated peak he began to move. The engorged head slid past clenching, syrup-slickened muscles until once again he was poised at the entrance and sliding home. A slow, wicked thrust that had her shuddering in need as his pelvis glanced against her swollen clit. Damn, that tight little pussy was breaking his control. His muscles bunched as he fought to hold back, to torture her with the sweet need for release, to make her beg, plead for her orgasm. He wanted her so hot, so achingly aware of the pleasure that there wasn t a chance she would forget it. Stephanie fought not to scream. Not from the pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure flooding her senses. Her hips twisted, writhing beneath the impalement of the hard flesh stuffed inside her. She was overstretched and loving it. Pussy-stuffed and ready to scream from the combination of pleasure and pain. Oh baby, he growled at her breast as his hips bunched and he began to move in achingly slow thrusts. Sweet, tight little cunt. It s all I can do to keep from coming. Just a few more minutes and I m going to flood your sweet pussy with my cum. Her head thrashed as his words caused her womb to clench in impending orgasm. It had been years since she had allowed a man to come inside her. Stephanie screeched from the pleasure. Wild and dazed, she couldn t think past the blinding strokes of his steel-hard dick as it began to piston inside the cauldron of lust her cunt had become. He was stretching her wide, every thrust driving hard and deep inside her, the sound of wet flesh and sucking pussy echoing around them as she felt the band of heat tightening in her belly. Simon s breathing was hard and rough now, sawing in and out of his chest as his back bowed, his hips churning as he drove inside her.

Simon She wailed his name as she felt the heat enveloping her, the tension tightening in her body. He shafted her with powerful strokes as her pussy opened to take him, the muscles and sensitive tissue screaming out for relief as her juices flowed between them. His balls were tight and hard, the firm sac pounding against her buttocks as she felt him tense above her. Now, he growled at her breasts. Come for me now, baby. I want you to scream with it. He rose over her, his hips increasing the thrusts, ripping through her pussy, sending brilliant shards of pleasure and pain streaking through her cunt, her womb, every cell of her body absorbing the sensations as his pelvis raked her swollen clit. Her eyes widened as she stared up at him. His brilliant blue eyes glittered with lust, sweat running in rivulets down his face, his chest. And below, his dick pulsed, thickened, surging so hard and deep inside her in a final powerful thrust that it threw her over the edge. Simon grimaced in painful pleasure as her cunt tightened further on his thrusting dick, holding him inside her as he felt heat rush from the base of his spine to his skull. His muscles convulsed, his cock flexing as his balls released the flood of semen he had been holding back. It shot from the tip of his cock like a geyser, the ecstatic sensations overwhelming him as he pumped his seed inside the blistering depths of her orgasming pussy. The tight sheath milked him dry, flexing and vibrating on his dick until each ripple was like a finger stroke of rapture against his throbbing flesh. He collapsed over her, fighting for breath, static bursts of electric pleasure still zinging through his body. Damn, she was good, he thought, and he bet she could be better. This could work out to be a delightful relationship. Chapter Six The hospital Janette is in is privately run, Simon muttered later that night as he paced the motel room after getting off the cell phone with his contacts. That s easy, though. He waved his hand negligently. But the damned senator is pissing me off. Dirty politicians I can accept; sleaze like this is a different story. What made her think she could win against him? Stephanie watched him from where she sat at the table, wrapped in a sheet. Especially if he had already had her kidnapped and nearly killed? Because, she thinks the good guy always wins, he snarled, turning to stare at her, feeling the anger rise in him once again. He had tried to tell Janette she was making a mistake and she had refused to listen. She was stubborn as hell, determined to confront her father and force him into assuring her safety based on the information she had. Simon had known she was fighting a losing battle, but there had been no convincing her otherwise. Why in the hell had he let her go back without him? To show her how tough he was? To show himself? Hell if he remembered now. Nothing had filtered through his fury at the time except that she was leaving. He had wanted her to stay, had made a similar offer to

her that he had made to Stephy. To be a part of him, a part of his life. It was a hell of a lot safer than dealing with that fucking father of hers. Yeah, that s Janette. Stephanie sighed, watching him intently. She can t always see how really bad people can be. But that doesn t explain why you let her go. Simon scratched at his ear, knowing that one was coming. Sometimes, a person just has to learn from their mistakes. He shrugged. The man I had watching Janette had already reported her disappearance and where she was. I was heading to the States to go after her in a day or two anyway. Until then, I put a few safeguards on her to assure her safety until I could get there. He could see her mind working. Janette had spoken of her friend Stephanie often. The affection in her voice hadn t touched him at the time, though, until now. He had doubted the loyalty Janette had sworn the other woman had for her. It was a loyalty he craved himself. As he stared at the young woman he saw a fighter, someone who, like him, craved the excitement, the adventure, the fucking hunt. That was the best part. Planning and executing a mission, getting in and getting out and defying luck every step of the way. He saw that same need glowing in this dark beauty s eyes. That same hunger. A hunger he had seen in Janette s eyes as well. He blamed Janette for this new discontent, this sense of emptiness that filled him. He wasn t a one-woman man and he knew it. Wild as the wind, his brother James had always sworn. He didn t want to settle down to home and hearth with just one woman; hell, his sexuality was often so extreme that no one woman could satisfy it. So he had stayed to himself, keeping his heart free. Until now. He didn t want to be free anymore, but the old problem of fidelity remained. He will kill her, eventually, if we don t get her out, he said, trying to push his thoughts, his discontent, to the back of his mind. She had to know what she was up against, though. She warned you, and she knew I wouldn t just let her go. Not for long. Stephanie shook her head in confusion. But she s his daughter. And he has no love or loyalty to her or his country, he growled. He doesn t give a shit what happens to his daughter as long as she s no risk to him. She bit her lip, staring back at him as her eyes began to glitter with fury. Bastard, she finally muttered as she ran her fingers through her hair in a gesture of anger. What do we do then? Simon shrugged. I was already putting a plan together to get her out of there. I didn t let her return without a safety net, Steph. She s still alive for a reason. She looked back at him in surprise. Simon s lips quirked in amusement. I wanted her back. I knew what her father would do, and she refused to believe me. I wasn t about to let them kill her. She tilted her head, regarding him quizzically. Why did you want her back? You don t seem the committed type, Simon. He would have agreed with her six months ago. Man can only be alone for so long. He sighed, thinking of the years that stretched out behind him. Alone. He moved quickly to his feet. You better get some rest. I have to meet with a few contacts and start getting things together. Tomorrow, we ll see how tough you are before I outline the plan.

Do I have a say in this? He wasn t fooled in the least by the calm, even tone of her voice. He looked down at her, realizing how easy it would be to become fond of her. She was a lot like Janette full of fire and fight with no place to center it. You will have, he promised her. If you have what it takes to go in with me. Trust has to be built, between both of us. Tomorrow, we ll start building on it. He dressed quickly, glancing at his watch to be certain he would have plenty of time to check the area before revealing himself to the pilot. When will you be back? She watched him with those dark, intent eyes of hers, reminding him of how hot and bright her lust could burn. Two hours max, he told her. If I m not back by then, get your ass to the Embassy and go home. She sat up straighter at that. I could go with you, Simon. I could cover you. Not this time. He shook his head. As I said, trust has to be earned. My contacts don t know you and they won t show themselves with you around. I ll arrange the meeting later. Just do as I say. Chances are, I ll be back in an hour, but always plan for the worst, baby. Because the worst is always waiting to bite you on the ass. He pulled his boots on, tucked the small revolver into the holster on the inside of one, a small knife into the other. Arming up was done quickly and efficiently. The pistol was at the small of his back, hidden by his jacket. The compact semi-automatic rifle attached to the leather harness ran beneath his arm, extra ammo stored in the pockets beneath the long, black leather jacket. Stephanie sighed as he delivered a quick kiss to her lips and flashed her a smile. Take a nap. When I get back we ll be moving out again. You won t get much rest for a few days, but we ll recharge before we go in after Janette. We ll have fun, baby, you ll see. Simon could feel the excitement flowing through him, the thrill of danger, the adrenaline pumping through his body. He also felt a renewed sense of purpose. He hadn t wanted just a team to fight with. He wanted the affection, the freedom to touch and be touched. There hadn t been a lot of touching over the years. No sense of someone to depend on, someone depending on him. He felt that now, and he relished it. Be careful, Simon, she whispered as he walked to the door. Make sure you get back here in one piece. Those words stroked over him. Yeah. He really liked that. You can bet on it, sweet thing. And you get ready, because I m going to fuck you until you scream when I do. Chapter Seven Hell, yeah, Simon muttered the next afternoon as he leaned back against the heavy base of a tree and stared down at Stephanie s intent little face as she tried to swallow his dick. He had spent the morning running her through her paces, seeing if she had the strength he knew she would need to go into battle with him if she had to. He knew she could shoot, she could handle herself in a firefight, but there was a hell of a lot more to the life he intended to lead her into than just shooting.

She had handled herself well. So well, in fact, that it was all he could do to keep from raping her in the middle of the jungle as he stalked her through it. But after he caught her was another matter. This was his reward. Her wet, damp mouth wrapped around his cock like a living glove, stroking from the mushroomed head and several inches down the shaft before moving back and beginning all over again. Her agile little tongue flickered against the sensitive underside as her experienced fingers cupped and massaged his heavy balls. She was a knowledgeable little cocksucker, applying just the right amount of pressure with her soft lips as she sucked at the rigid flesh. Her tongue was a flickering flame, weaving, licking and flickering over the sensitive shaft as she made earthy, hungry sucking noises along with the little moans that vibrated from the back of her throat. His fingers bunched in her soft, black hair. Hell, yeah, she was good. That mouth was worth fucking gold. He watched in dazed appreciation as she made a meal of his cock, staring up at him, her brown eyes darkening almost to black as the head popped out of her mouth, only to feel her wicked tongue licking at him like a living ice cream cone. Shit, you re good, baby, he growled. He pushed back into her mouth and grimaced as that nimble tongue rubbed at the soft skin just under the head before she swallowed him to her throat and began to suck noisily at the thick shaft. Prickling heat washed over his dick, his thighs, tightened his balls and caused his abdomen to convulse with sensation. Her mouth should be one of the Seven Wonders of the World, it felt so damned good. Yeah, suck it deep, he groaned as he felt her swallow against the bloated head. Damn, you re going to make me come too fast like this. She hummed an aroused little moan and her mouth tightened on him, her tongue rippling along the underside firmly as shudders of ecstasy surged through his body. His hands tightened in her hair as he grimaced with the pleasure. Damn hot little mouth, he muttered, pulling back only to slide in once again until the head met her tonsils and became intimately acquainted with another of her gasping little moans before he pulled back again. Some women just knew the magic. Stephanie knew the magic. She sucked him like a rare, forbidden treat. Equal parts greed and hot female relish. Her hands stroked the shaft, spreading the moisture of her mouth along it, making a slick base for her hands to jack the hard flesh erotically. Pre-cum drooled from the tip of his cock as his body tightened and he fought for control. But the hot little cocksucker was sapping any thought of holding back. Before he could stop, he was exploding in her mouth, shooting hard, heated jets of seed down her throat as she struggled to swallow the salty fluid. Damn, get out of those shorts, he muttered as he pulled free of her, fell to his knees and began jerking at the button of the light material. God, you re still hard. Her voice was husky, amazed. And getting harder. He flipped her around, pushed her to her knees and dragged the shorts over her hips. I hope you re wet, baby, because I don t know how much longer I can wait. She was. Wet and tight and so hot she blistered his dick.

Stephanie arched her back, a long wail escaping her throat as she felt the broad length of Simon s cock penetrate her vaginal opening. There were few preliminaries this time. He forged ahead, pushing past the sensitive tissue, stroking enflamed nerve endings and sending her body into a riot of sensations. His hands grasped her hips with almost bruising strength as he pushed inside her steadily, hard and deep. Stephanie couldn t contain the cries that bubbled from her throat. It was pleasure and pain and the most erotic thing she had ever known. The sun peeked through the canopy of trees overhead, dappling the ground around her as Simon burned her pussy. She clenched around him, feeling her juices leak from her cunt and dampen her thighs. Each outward stroke allowed more of the copious fluids to escape before he pushed inside her once again, sliding through the silken cream as she shuddered beneath him. You re so fucking tight, he muttered. Sweet, hot little pussy. She trembled at the words, tossing her head, moving back on his dick as he attempted to withdraw. She wanted him deep inside her, hard and fast. She wanted to feel his cock stretching her, taking her, possessing her. She had never known another man like Simon. Wildly sexual, exquisitely tender and yet so hedonistically carnal that he made her burn at the thought of him. There, sweet baby, he growled behind her, his hands stroking over her buttocks, calloused and yet so tender, soothing her as she shuddered, fighting for the orgasm just out of reach. So pretty. So dark and sweet and hot and tight. You make me crazy to come inside you, Steph. Then do it, she panted roughly, struggling to breathe as the pleasure overtook her. Fuck me, Simon. Fuck me now. She twisted against him, backing into him before pulling nearly free. Riding the thick stalk of flesh that made her insides ignite with desperate lust. What was it about Simon? Why could he do what no other man ever had? Damn, I wish you could see how pretty your pussy looks opening for my cock, he groaned as he slid back again. I could fuck you for days, Stephanie. I could take you over and over and never get enough. A punch of intense pleasure convulsed her vagina at his words. He moaned, holding her hips tight and beginning a series of hard, jack hammering strokes that had her screaming out from the destructive pleasure-pain. She trembled, shuddered, her body tightening as she began exploding. Her pussy flexed, rippled, and she felt the hard throb of his dick as he suddenly slammed deeper, harder and found his own release. His seed spurted inside her, searing her, burning her with the force of his explosion as she collapsed beneath him. You re going to fuck me to death, she panted. His chuckle was rough, lazy. Hell, but what a way to go. She moaned as he pulled free, wanting to hold him inside her forever. He collapsed beside her, throwing her a boyish grin as his eyes glinted with wicked humor before he leaned over and kissed her gently. I like you, Steph, he whispered against her lips. You re a sweet thing, you know that? For a second, the rough dangerous man she knew him to be no longer existed. He was filled with warmth, gentleness and affection. This was why Janette had been whispering

his name, even in the depths of the drug-induced state she had been in. There was something about Simon that drew her, and she knew it would have drawn her friend as well. Something kind, something that made her want to care for him, to love him, despite his wickedness. Was Janette in love with you? she finally asked, wondering how her friend would feel about this thing between her and Simon. He looked back at her, his gaze turning serious. As much as anyone could love me, I guess. He shrugged his broad shoulders negligently. I ll always watch your back, Stephanie, and I don t intend to let you go after this is over. But I won t let Janette go, either. He stared back at her, sincere, his blue eyes dark, filled with such warmth, such sincerity she didn t quite know what to make of him. And what would you do with us, Simon? she asked softly, reaching out to touch his bristly cheek as something within her chest softened toward him. I can t be your toy. No. He smiled slowly. You ll be my lady. You re a fighter, Steph, just like Janette is. Think about it. He rose up, staring back at her, excitement radiating from him. You re damned good, and so is Janette. Both of you have the street smarts and instincts it takes, but I could make you better. We could be a team, the three of us. The world is changing and criminals are too. We could work together; we could make a difference and make a fortune at the same time. We could do it, Steph, you know we could. Amazement filled her. He looked so serious, so intent. We could do what? She shook her head in confusion. What would we do, Simon? We would take those jobs I can t do alone. The ones the government hires out for. Information stolen from enemies, government agents rescued the list is endless. I already have contacts, but I need an extra edge. Something the other groups don t have. You and Janette would be perfect. You could get into places I can t while I watched your backs and vice versa. Her eyes narrowed. In what way? He laughed at that. You would be free, Steph, he tempted her. I won t hold you back, but I ll always watch and protect you. You ll be strong, and you ll be sought after. I see the wildness in your eyes, just like mine. You want to fight. You want to be bold and vixen-ish. You want to be something you were always told you couldn t be. I could give you that. You could have it all. He was crazy. But she had to be crazier, because she was actually beginning to understand. What kind of freedom? she asked him. His answering smile filled his whole face. As free as you want to be, baby, but always a part of me. That s all I ask. She licked her lips slowly. Getting Janette out won t be easy. That will be a piece of cake. He chuckled. That s what I can teach you. How to do it and do it right. You ll back me the same way. A team. A team. She bit her lip, trying to hide the excitement that wanted to curl about her own lips. She could be a team, and yet be free. She could fuck Simon, be cared for, be a part of something, and yet, she would be free. No jealousies, he promised her. No demands other than the jobs we take. But we ll be together. A part of each other. All of us. Me, you, and Janette.

You can do it? You can get her out? she questioned him fiercely. It can t be that easy. I told you, he said intently. I have the contacts, but I ll need help. We can do it easy as pie. We can, Steph, if you want it. If she wanted it? She smiled brightly. Oh, hell, she did. Deal, she said softly, watching the pleasure fill his face. A team. Hell, yeah, he whispered. A team. Chapter Eight Simon was not going to be an easy man to work with. The next evening, Stephanie dragged herself into the small shack he had taken her to and collapsed on the bed in an exhausted heap. He had spent the day testing her. His term for trying to kill her. They had run, fought, shot at shadows, and even climbed trees. She had more aches, pains and bruises than she had experienced in a lifetime of gutter fighting. You did good. He sauntered in behind her, sweat-dampened but sexy as hell. His camouflage green T-shirt was molded to his hard abs and muscular back, though the looser matching pants did little to hide the hard-on he had been sporting for hours. I hope you know how to jack off, she muttered as her gaze rose back to his face. There s no a chance in hell I m fucking you. He grinned back at her, his beard-stubbled face creasing with his amusement. Why, sugar, I ll just let you lay there and I ll do all the work. Cross my heart. She grunted tiredly. Not on your life. She ignored the flare of heated interest that ignited in her pussy, and she definitely wasn t paying attention to the way her nipples hardened. You ll feel better after a shower and dinner, he promised as he moved to the bed and stared down at her with lust-darkened eyes. Now pull your butt up and get going or you re going to get fucked whether you want to or not. After dinner, I ll put in a call to the States and see what my sources have come up with. That got her attention. He had called his sources the night before and put out a request for information. He hadn t revealed the names of the people he had called but had assured her of their reliability. Relying on faceless, nameless someones didn t sit right with Stephanie, but for the time being she had little choice in the matter. Fine, she groaned, dragging herself from the bed. Please tell me you ll at least fix dinner since you did your best to kill my ass yesterday and today. He chuckled as she headed for the bathroom. I ll do dinner, you can do dessert. She halted at the rough, latent suggestion in the last part of that sentence and turned back to look at him. He watched her with steady, hungry eyes. His expression was drowsy with sexuality and his intent was clear. He would fix dinner, but she would be dessert. Damn her pussy, she thought as it leaked its warm lubrication to her already damp panties, it could have been a little less interested considering how tired she was. I m sure dinner will be sufficient, she assured him, as though missing the heavy innuendo. I never was much for sweets. Hmm, we ll see about that, he murmured as she turned away from him, pulled a pair of shorts and loose T-shirt from her duffel bag and headed to the bathroom.

She had a feeling that nothing short of death would keep Simon from his intention of fucking her. He had to be the single most sexual male she had ever laid eyes on. For the first time since his autocratic, arrogant announcement that she would share him and like it, she began to think that she just might end up agreeing with him. He was killing her with that dick of his. And the sad part of it was, she was going to die happy. Half an hour later, refreshed and ready for dinner, Stephanie stepped out of the small bathroom to see Simon sitting at a corner table, poring over several hand drawn maps and notes. Hey, we fly out in the morning, he told her. We re going to have a bit of a problem getting into the hospital at first. Her father has changed the guards. My contact was one of them. Luckily he put a wuss in his place, though, so we should be able to maneuver okay. A wuss? The guards at that hospital aren t wusses, Simon, she reminded him. He grunted at that. Bullshit. Some of those boys are ass kissers with the stink of shit so deep up their nostrils they don t know anything else. Those are your little gophers. We have a gopher working the front desk now. Getting in is the hard part. Getting out is a breeze. Security is so screwy in that hospital, he muttered as he continued to read through the pages of notes he had before him. You can handle him, though. That stopped her as she made her way to the food sitting on the table. I can? she asked him suspiciously. Simon lifted his head, his grin quick and filled with laughter. Baby, that mouth of yours is paradise. All you have to do is give our ass-kissing gopher a little head and I ll be able to slip right past him. She stared back at him in amazement. You re kidding. Right? She wondered if it was the flat, offended tone of her voice that had him frowning, or the question. No. I m not, he said somberly. Why? Is there a problem? You want me to give another guy head and you think it s not a problem? she asked him. I understand there s not a whole lot of emotion going on here, Simon, but I thought you wanted a team. And that has to do with what? He shook his head as though bemused by her question. Sweetheart, this has nothing to do with emotion. Number one, the guy is a pervert to the max and the best way to distract him is to suck, fuck or beat him. Sucking him would be your quickest option. All I need is enough time to get past him and into Janette s room. Half hour tops. You could blow his mind in that amount of time and then we re home clear. Anything else is highly dangerous and unacceptable if we re out to save Janette rather than kill her. She leaned her hip against the table, crossing her arms over her breasts as he turned back to look at her. He was sprawled out in the chair, his long legs crossed at the ankles, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched her with that little glitter of amusement that gave her a glimpse into the man he was. To Simon, it was fun. The missions, the thrill, the defiance of death. He loved every minute of it. So my big contribution to this mission is to suck some guy off? she asked curiously. He was laughing at her. Well, this is a pretty tame mission, darlin . There was that Texan drawl that made her pussy ripple with pleasure. Okay, you give the gopher head and I ll go get Janette, she suggested.

His chuckle was husky and deep. He doesn t go for boy toys, darlin . And sweet pussy s more my thing, if you don t mind. You take care of the male roadblocks, I ll take care of the female. Stephanie snorted. And how many female roadblocks will there be? His sensual curved lips deepened in his grin. None this trip, sugar. Figures, she muttered. So do I have to swallow, or can I spit? He grimaced at that. Your choice, sugar pie, but I d suggest jacking it out. I don t relish the taste of another man s cum in my victory kiss, if it s all the same to you. She gave him a noncommittal smile in return as her shoulders lifted negligently. Would you know? I d know, he assured her as he stood up gracefully, his bare chest deeply tanned and rippling with muscles. And I wouldn t be pleased, sugar. I just might have to spank you for pulling something like that. She gave him a mock shiver in response. Oh daddy, I ll be good, I promise, she retorted, her voice deliberately innocent and soft. You better be, sugar baby, he warned her lightly. Or I might have to start restricting your sweets. That would be a shame. He dropped a quick kiss on her lips as he passed by her. Now eat dinner and then we sleep. We ll move out first thing in the morning. Now daddy s gonna go shower. He sauntered away. The smooth strut emphasizing the luscious male curve of his ass had Stephanie gritting her teeth against the need to pounce and fuck right then. The man was a menace. Smooth, controlled power and lethal danger. An aphrodisiac to the senses. No wonder the man has been outlawed, she muttered. He was a fucking wizard a mind reader or something. He had pounced on her one weakness the need to be part of the excitement, to break the rules and be dangerous to reel her in. He was an operator, but such a charming, likeable operator that it was damned near impossible to deny him. Hell, it was impossible. He was offering her not just the opportunity to save Janette, but the opportunity to dare to go against the rules. To break the rules. It was an offer she wasn t about to pass up. Chapter Nine Company! The softly spoken word at her ear made Stephanie come instantly awake. Though to be honest, it wasn t what he said as much as how he said it. Simon s voice was low and cold. Stephanie could feel ice moving through her veins at the sound of it as he slid from the bed. She followed quickly, just as quietly, coming up beside him as they knelt beside the bed where he pressed a long, lethal knife in her hand. Kill or be killed, and keep it quiet, he ordered her. We go out the back door. Back door? There was no fucking back door. Had he lost his mind? She would have asked him just that if he hadn t laid his finger against her lips to indicate silence. He pointed to the door and held up two fingers. Then to the window and held up one finger. Okay, three outside. He pointed behind him, curled his fingers into a zero and began to edge to the back of the room as he grabbed the two heavy backpacks filled with weapons and supplies. She followed him instantly. Evidently, Simon had neglected to mention an exit for just such a purpose. At the back of the room, without a breath of sound, he loosened a thick

panel and slid it aside at the bottom of the wall. Outside, heavy brush concealed the door but Stephanie caught the faintest outline of a dark path through the foliage. Simon leaned forward, checked the area quickly before motioning her through. Gripping the knife between her teeth, she stuck her revolver into the waistband of the pants Simon insisted she sleep in and crawled through the exit. The night enclosed her instantly as she followed the dark line between the brush and leaves for a small distance before looking behind her. His hand landed on her shoulder, stilling her as he laid a finger to his lips. She heard it then. The crunch of heavy boots along the perimeter of their hiding place. The sound of her own heartbeat echoed loudly in her ears as she slid the revolver from her pants and waited. With a sharp signal, Simon indicated that she keep her position. At her quick nod he moved. Stephanie watched in amazement as he cleared the brush behind the intruder and came up on him like an avenging angel of death. The other man instantly stilled as Simon s knife gleamed at his throat. His hands lifted slowly, a universal sign of surrender that Stephanie wondered if Simon would accept. Stephanie watched as Simon loosened the communications device from the intruder s ear and handed it to her. Stephanie moved carefully, rising above the brush, keeping her eyes on the other man every second as she accepted the device. How many are there? Simon s question was a bare breath of sound as his knife caressed the other man s throat. Three. The voice was rough, but quiet. Stop being a prick, Simon. He has restraints at his side, baby. Use them, Simon ordered. Stephanie moved quickly, jerking the reinforced cables from the other man s waist and quickly binding his hands. Simon pushed him to the ground and then dragged him back through the brush. You didn t call ahead, bro. Shame on you, Simon snarled roughly. The other man snorted. Didn t want to disturb the friendly militia folk surrounding you, bro, the other man grunted. I have Dale, Fetch and Marcus with me. You have two dozen friendly neighborhood South American rebels coming up your ass. It s time to get the hell out of Dodge. Stephanie watched as Simon jerked the communications device off the other man s head and locked it on his instead. Fetch? he questioned into the mic. He listened for long seconds before his expression became colder, harder. Even in the dark confines of their hiding place Stephanie could see the fury glittering in Simon s blue eyes. Fuck. They re moving too fast. He quickly released the other man. Steph, meet James Quatres, now let s get the fuck out of here. Stephanie stared at the other man in surprise as he winked back at her rakishly. Simon s brother? Janette had not mentioned a brother. Simon slung his backpack over his head as he jerked his boots off the side of it and quickly pulled them on before lacing them tightly. Stephanie followed suit and within seconds was moving between him and the other man as they crawled through the heavy underbrush. She had more questions than she could bear, but knew that now was not the

time to ask them. She could feel the tension suddenly surrounding them, the danger, and she saw Simon s excitement start to build. We have four ahead, he suddenly muttered. Your men are in place. Quiet or full force? James asked. Take em quiet. Simon slid his knife from his boot. Let s get out of here without too much bloodshed and maybe, just maybe, we ll reach the plane without too much effort. You kill any of Enrique s men and he ll be pissed enough to be waiting on us. What was this, a fucking brotherhood? She glanced behind her, watching as James Quatres pulled another comm. link from his pack and handed it to her before fitting another to his head. Evidently, spares weren t a problem. Commander, you have a clear path to the Jeeps, a voice suddenly reported, pitched low and quiet. But we have more moving in. You have two minutes, tops. Let s move. Simon grabbed Stephanie s arm and did just that as he spoke into the comm. link. We re moving in. Cover our asses. Asses covered. The reply was short but amused. Nice ass, too. James voice was heavy with innuendo behind her. Stephanie wondered if she had suddenly stepped into a comedy routine. Despite the pulsing danger surrounding them, she could literally feel the sexuality of the two men wrapping around her. This just wasn t right. These men were insane. Hurry, hurry. The voice through the link again. You have dudes coming up on you. Time is wasting. Before she could blink, two hard, male bodies shielded her as they pushed her quickly to the ground and pulled her behind a low stand of thick ferns. Enrique s not playing fair tonight, Simon grunted. I m going to have to fuck his sister again for this one. Likely why he s not playing fair, James retorted. Last I heard all she does is cry whenever her husband tries to bed her now. Enrique is pure pissed at you. Simon snorted. Her husband has no dick. No wonder she cries. Her husband has more dick than you do, James grunted. You re just jealous. Yeah, well, it s me she s crying for, not him, Simon drawled. That should tell you something. Yeah, that you re a fool, James grunted. Look at those bastards. He must have sent his whole force. Look where? Stephanie strained to see anything outside the bleak, black shadows surrounding them. Simon tapped her shoulder, extending his arm beyond her, his finger pointing imperiously. There are two of them heading for the house, four more at two o clock. We have a head count of over two dozen now. The shadows moved, formed and finally the gleam of lethal rifles could be glimpsed beneath the filtered rays of the moon. And there they were. We ll let all but the last two pass, Simon said softly. They re mine. Bastard shouldn t be sneaking up on me like that. These were the rules of engagement? Stephanie stared in amazement as they let the men pass. The final two, obviously lingering back to cover the others, were a full minute behind them.

Simon was almost quivering in anticipation when they finally moved past the hiding place. He came out of the ferns like a hurricane. He grabbed the first soldier around the head, twisting quickly as Stephanie s stomach lurched at the muted sound of bones breaking. The body dropped in front of her, the soldier s head flopping loosely until it came to rest, staring back at her with hollow eyes. She blinked and quickly looked up in time to see the other fall as well, blood pumping from the severed jugular in his throat. Move. James gripped her wrist, pulling her with him as they began to run for the location of the Jeeps. You got a novice here, Simon. Bad shit, he said, his voice dark as they pushed her into one of the three Jeeps waiting, two already inhabited and ready to roll. Naw, she s just getting her bearings, aren t you, babe? Simon s teeth flashed in the night as he glanced back at her and winked. She ll do good. She hasn t puked on me once. James snorted, gunned the motor and shot out of the concealment of the jungle onto a rough dirt road amid gunfire and Simon s laughter. Damn him, he was having fun. But in that instant, she realized that despite her shock, despite the knowledge filtering into her brain, she could understand why. And she knew from that moment on, she would never be surprised again. Chapter Ten Stephanie could not believe Simon and James were brothers. James was hard as stone, his blue eyes paler than Simon s, calculating and cold. Simon was laid back, his expression amused and patient despite James obvious disgust. Where Simon was blond and lean, corded with hard muscle and graceful in every movement, James was stockier, more muscular, with light brown hair, and a dangerous stillness about his body that was almost frightening. One of these days, Simon, your luck is going to run out on you, James said wearily as they trudged into a large farmhouse just inside Virginia. The private plane they had flown in was now parked in a nearby barn and ready to fly Janette to safety once she was rescued. James was not pleased with the plan Simon had outlined to him. The flight had been uneventful and they had slept through it rather than discussing the anger flowing between the two men. The other two men were silent, but watchful. Stephanie got the feeling they were used to the two brothers clashing on a regular basis. Backpacks and duffel bags were dropped just inside the spacious living room as they all sprawled out in comfortable chairs. Simon pushed Stephanie to the couch where they groaned in relief. He sat down at the end and drew her legs up before beginning to unlace her boots. She was aware of James watching his brother broodingly as Simon drew her boots and socks from her feet. At that point, she didn t give a damn, because his hands were suddenly doing the most amazing things to her feet. Ohh, yeah, she moaned, laying back on the cushions, one arm going over her eyes to block the sunlight coming through the window as he massaged her aching feet. I think I m in love now.

Course you are, sugar baby, Simon crooned as his thumbs slid up her arch. I told you, I grow on you. She hummed in agreement, aware of the silence spreading around her. She could feel all eyes on her. It was an odd, unsettling feeling. Lowering her arm, she looked up to four gazes staring at her intently four hard-muscled, rough and ready men and all obviously aroused. She glanced at Simon, surprised at his playful wink as his fingers worked at the tense muscles of her foot. Her eyes went around the room again, then back to him. The rules here weren t clear, and she wondered exactly what was expected of her. Simon s gaze was filled with laughter, warmth and a growing heat she couldn t miss. It was turning him on. There s four of you and one of me, she sighed. Do any of you see these odds as fair? Fetch grimaced with what she was certain was supposed to be a smile as he shifted in his chair. We d be real nice about it, he said. But you sure are a pretty thing. She looked at Simon. His shrug was careless. I told you, baby, complete freedom. You re mine, though, no matter what you do or who you do it with. That s the only rule. For how long? she asked him. As long as we re a team, he said softly. When you don t want to be a part of me anymore, then the team dissolves. But as long as you are, that soft pussy is mine whenever I want it, no questions, no jealousies. Yeah, Simon s real accommodating like that, James snapped. Why not just stamp whore on her forehead and be done with it, buddy? She watched Simon s eyes narrow warningly. Angry tension charged the room as he slowly set her feet aside. If there s a whore in this room, it s not Steph, brother dear, he snarled mockingly. If I were you I d back the fuck off now and have done with it. You don t want to push me here. James smile was tight and he would have spoken if Stephanie hadn t chosen to come to her feet and stare back at him coldly. A whore will fuck anything for the right price, Mr. Quatres, but you see, I only fuck men I basically like. So unless you can the attitude and brotherly animosity, you can forget getting a piece of this pussy. He frowned back at her darkly. And what makes you think I want sloppy seconds from the whoremonger behind you? She smiled slowly, her gaze dipping down before she met his eyes again. They might be sloppy seconds but I can bet that hard-on between your thighs that it s the best sloppy seconds you ll ever have. Because, quite frankly, it would be a mercy fuck in your case. I doubt you get much pussy with that attitude you have hanging around you. He stared back at her in surprise. Smart-mouthed bitch, he muttered. She lifted her shoulder in lazy unconcern. Unless you want to fuck one of these he-men standing around while the rest of them have fun, then putting a halt to the asinine comments would be a good thing, she said placidly. I m a pretty tolerant bitch on most days, but arrogant assholes like you just make me want to load my gun and shoot to kill. You want to test my patience?

He could break her with one hand, and she was more than aware of that, but she had never stepped down in the face of pure arrogance and she wasn t going to start now. You better be nice, commander, Fetch said with a laugh. Because you sure as hell aren t fucking me. And sloppy seconds, thirds or fourth, I don t care. That s the prettiest piece of ass I ve seen in a long while. I d just prefer you not piss her off too much. She sent Fetch a dazzling smile in thanks. He grimaced, his hazel eyes glittering with arousal as he looked at Simon. You have a gold mine there, boy. I hope you know it. Oh, I m very well aware of it, Simon said softly as he came behind her, his hands covering her breasts as she leaned back against him, her buttocks tucked against the erection beneath his pants. Liquid, hot and sweet as honey. His hands pushed beneath the dark T-shirt, his fingers gripping her hard nipples as his brother watched from beneath lowered lids. She licked her lips slowly, teasingly, as his eyes followed every movement. And very, very horny, she whispered, realizing that the freedom complete and total freedom could possibly be going to her head. Simon wouldn t let them hurt her, he would always cover her back. That gave her the courage to test her own limits. It was going to her head. So much so, that when Simon pulled her shirt from her, she cupped her breasts herself, her thumbs running over her nipples as Simon s hand moved slowly to the clasp of her pants. You can eat the sloppy seconds, she told James. And be damned thankful for them. Come on, James, I dare you, eat my pussy and tell me you don t love it. Simon pushed the material from her hips, his hands skimming down her long legs until she could step out of them and her damp panties. She ran a hand down her stomach, between her thighs, her fingers grazing through the sticky dampness that gathered on her pussy. Glistening with her juices, she placed her fingers at James lips, painting the hard curves as his tongue reached out, curling around her fingers, lapping at her. I dare you, she whispered on a moan as Simon s tongue licked up the crease of her ass. Eat me, you bastard Chapter Eleven Stephanie didn t know who was more surprised, she or Simon, when James went to his knees in front of her, jerked one of her legs over his shoulder and dived into her cunt. Simon cursed in astonishment as Stephanie cried out in pleasure, hoping Simon was there to catch her, because she would be damned if she had the strength to hold herself up. James tongue was tunneling hard and fast in and out of her sopping cunt, the sounds of a wet pussy banquet filling the air around them as his nose pressed against her swollen clit, stroking it to agonized sensitivity as he ate her. She couldn t believe her own daring. These weren t the college boys she had played with in years past. These were killers. Men hardened by war and blood, and it showed in their hard gazes and willingness to kill yet again. Four of them surrounded her now. James was lapping at her cunt like an overeager puppy, determined to suck in every drop of cream that spilled from her body.

Behind her, Simon held firmly to her hips, his lips and tongue delving between her buttocks, rasping erotically at her anus, his tongue fucking into the little puckered hole with erotic, wet thrusts. To each side of her were the other two men; each had cupped a breast and were nursing at her nipples like rabid little animals. This was good. She shuddered between them, sharp cries of building sensation tearing from her throat as her body became a lustful smorgasbord for four hungry, greedy men. Simon. She searched desperately for something to hold onto, a center in the storm of building lust rising inside her. He moaned behind her, his head tilting, his hands spreading her buttocks wide as he speared his tongue up her ass. Lancing, heated sensations tore up her spine at the thrust as he spread the tender flesh. She was held immobile, helpless against the men raiding her body now. James held her leg high across his shoulder as he bent his head to provide the best penetration of his tongue up her slick cunt. Once in, he licked and delved at the nerve-laden channel, humming against the ripples of pleasure he caused in her vagina. Simon was similarly involved at her anus, tongue and fingers working to loosen the muscles there as the other two soldiers fed from her tits. Lips, teeth and tongues raked the sensitive nipples as her hands clenched in their hair, her body straining toward the peak of pleasure she could feel building within it. Not yet, James snapped a second before his hard thrusts fucking into her pussy pushed her over the edge. He moved back, standing to his feet and quickly stripping. You re not coming like that. You ll come around my cock, not my tongue. They didn t wait to find a bed. Stephanie gasped as James stretched out on the couch while three pairs of hands lifted her, spread her thighs and lowered her to the hard flesh awaiting her. She stared at the thick cock not as long or as big around as Simon s, but still more than impressive nearing her dripping pussy as James stared up at her heatedly. She was poised on the head as James rubbed it along her slit before positioning it at her aching entrance. In the next instant, she was being forced down on the hard flesh, feeling it stretch, invade, drive her insane with the heated arcs of sensations. She screamed out Simon s name. She could feel him, hear his moans, but she needed him. Needed him to hold her, to center her as the alternating sensations began to invade her body. Oh God, she was stretched wide by James dick while eager fingers slid inside her rectum. Simon, she whimpered as James held her to his chest, her face cushioned against his hard shoulder. I m here, baby. His voice was at her ear, soft, crooning. Oh, sugar baby, how pretty you look. All sweat dampened and getting ready to be filled with cock. Just give in, baby. Take it all. It s all for you. She felt a hard cock at the now-slick entrance to her anus. Her eyes opened, dazed, as she fought to make sense of what was going on around her. And there was Simon. His blue eyes were wild with lust, his face flushed with it as he stared back at her. Say no and it stops. I swear, he groaned. It s all your choice, sugar baby. Her choice? Her back bowed as the cock easing up her anus began to fill her, stretch her. Fire raged in her rectum, up her spine, as the sensations began to overwhelm her. Slowly,

inch-by-inch, the heavy weight of the erection filled her, impaled her, tightening her pussy on the cock already filling her. Fuck, you re tight, James muttered at her ear as she gasped for breath. So fucking hot you re burning me alive. But Stephanie was already burning. Her gaze became dim as her head was lifted and the head of a hot dick nudged at it. She opened her lips, sucking it in, hearing the moans of the men around her as she consumed the cocks and was consumed in turn. They were moving inside her, alternate thrusts that drove her closer and closer to the edge of madness as pleasure and pain converged, ripping aside the veils of what she had once believed pleasure to be. Amazingly, the three hardened, merciless mercenaries taking her did so with a care to her pleasure. Their hands, though hard, didn t bruise; their cocks, though plundering and thick with lust, didn t rip and tear into her. They eased in, thrust in deep, sure strokes that only heightened her ecstasy. Behind her, whoever raided the deepest depths of her rectum was groaning harshly. She tightened on him, bearing down with her anal muscles as he thrust inside her. She could feel every hard inch, every throbbing bit of him hammering into her. Just as she felt James penetrating her pussy. His hips were moving in hard, pistoning thrusts as he fucked her with desperate lunges even as the dick moving between her lips did so with greater speed. They were driving themselves closer and closer to release and dragging her along in their wake. She tried to cry out, but the sound was muted by the cock tunneling to her throat, fucking her lips with short thrusts as the other two drove inside her pussy and her ass with hard lunges. Pleasure whipped through her body. She couldn t stand it. The feel of so many dicks filling her, fucking into her, driving her closer and closer to an orgasm she feared she wouldn t survive was too much. Too deep. Too hot. Too hard She exploded. Her eyes flew open, her gaze filled with the length of erect cock that filled her mouth, her pussy burning with pleasure, her ass clamping on the cock fucking it heatedly as she felt her orgasm tear through her. At that precise moment, she felt James slam into her pussy as his cock throbbed hard and deep before spewing his release into her convulsing cunt. Behind her, the cock boring into her rectum did likewise, filling her with hot, creamy cum as she screamed around the exploding cock in her mouth. Semen filled her, flooded her. She swallowed the hot cream down her throat, into her womb and up her ass as though it were a delicacy to be devoured by every orifice of her body. Then slowly, she collapsed, exhaustion overcoming her as she moaned at the feel of the erections slowly exiting her body. If paradise could be defined, as far as she was concerned, this was it, cock-stuffed and languid from her orgasms. Her eyes closed as she settled on James chest, and she felt him stroke her back gently. Easy, baby, Simon whispered as he came behind her, his dick sliding in the creamy cum that now lubricated her anus. Just a few more minutes. You re all relaxed and open and that sweet ass is mine. Chapter Twelve

She was well lubricated, relaxed and open, but still James had to hold her down as she screamed through the stretching Simon was giving her. If only she was screaming in pain alone. Simon sodomized her with smooth, practiced strokes, working every bulging inch of his steel-hard dick up her ass. Fuck me. She panted the words mindlessly, shuddering from the flames of sensation spiking through her. Harder, Simon. Fuck my ass harder. Damn you, slam your dick up my ass. She was grinding into the impalement, shaking, shuddering as she felt James cock begin to swell within her pussy. He hadn t pulled free of her. His half erect flesh had still been buried in the hot clasp of her cunt as Simon began to raid her back hole. The experience opened her eyes in ways she hadn t expected. She knew the length and breadth of the flesh stretching her rectum. Knew the heat and hardness and how soon he would begin to lose control. She was eagerly awaiting it. She could feel the erotic pain streaking through her. It was intense, raging through her nervous system, yet pushing her excitement ever higher. It was hedonistic, almost depraved, being held between these two men, her rectum being razed by a dick so thick she had barely taken it up her pussy. Damn. Hot fuckin ass, Simon muttered, his hands gripping her hips as his cock began to shuttle harder into the overstretched hole. Fuck her harder, Simon, James grunted, his hands almost rough as he held her to his chest. She s choking my damned dick, she s so tight now. She s close. And she was close. Incredibly so. She could feel her orgasm growing in her womb, an ever-tightening band of building flames. She was so cock-stuffed. Filled with hot, hard meat and going insane with the borders of pleasure and pain that were being tested to their limits. They were moving in perfect synchronization now, slamming into her, making her scream, beg, making her drop any preconceived notion of what sexual intensity should be. She could only lay between them now, taking every hard thrust up her channels until she felt Simon tense, heard his groan, then felt the hard, hot blast of his semen spewing into her rectum. Her own orgasm tore through her. Harder than before, ripping through her womb, her stomach, through sensitized nerves and tender flesh. Her wail echoed around her, long, drawn out, torn with the contradictory sensations of pain and desperate, agonizing pleasure. Tremors shook her body, her ass, her vagina, rocking through her until she collapsed once again, darkness closing over her, satiation filling her and following her into sleep. Chapter Thirteen Simon moved through the dimly lit halls of the private hospital, a knife held carefully tucked in his palm and hidden along the inside of his arm. The orderly he had taken out in the locker room wasn t as broad across the shoulders as Simon, so the shirt was a bit snug, but acceptable. The pants were just long enough, the legs a bit loose, but all in all, the fit was good enough to get him to Janette s room. The guard was dozing in a chair by the door. A quick wrench of the bullish neck assured Simon he wouldn t wake up. Ever. He knew Janette would have a hissy to learn he had

killed the man rather than disabling him, but mercy and time limits didn t go hand in hand. Checking the hallway with a quick turn of his head, he slipped into the room and bundled the frighteningly fragile form of the young woman in his arms. His heart slammed into his ribs at the thought that he might be too late. That they had managed to extinguish the life that had changed his. As he cradled her in one arm, he pulled the revolver from the waistband of the pants, hid it beneath her back and moved to the door. A quick glance showed a clear path to the door that led to the back entrance. Moving quickly, he headed for the door and freedom. Getting in was the hard part; getting out would be easier at this time of the night. Thankfully. He didn t want to risk her life any further than her father already had. Bullets flying around her weren t conducive to her overall safety, no matter how much he wanted to kill at the moment. Janette had changed something in him, something he hadn t looked at too closely until he realized that rescuing her was more important than the distance he had learned to keep between him and his work. Simon Barely conscious, she moved her hand against his chest as he eased through the door that led to the path he had taken from the back of the property. Easy, sugar baby, he whispered, checking the area quickly before moving through the broken shadows that stretched between him and safety. Janette s safety. Stephanie s safety. His women ***** Just suck the little prick s dick, and remember, no swallowing or spitting or I ll have to take all your treats, sweet baby. Stephanie remembered Simon s words as she stared into the guard s face, seeing his closed eyes, his pale face twisting in pleasure as she sucked his dick to her throat, her tongue flexing and stroking the underside with slow, caressing movements as she palmed his balls gently. He sat slouched in his chair, facing the bank of cameras as Stephanie did her level best to make certain he didn t get a chance to open his eyes. Getting in hadn t been easy. The staged fight between her and James outside the hospital s parking lot hadn t drawn the guard s interest quite as fast as they had expected it to. Simon s timetable had been lessened by valuable minutes. The guards who patrolled the halls were on strict timetables, ones that never faltered. This guard watched the camera monitors, reporting any disturbances or unauthorized personnel. But as a further safeguard, the patrol rotation was set to investigate each hallway in a schedule that would give Simon only seconds to slip through them. No alarms had gone off yet. The slender guard now luxuriating in the cock wash of Stephanie s hot mouth tightened his hands in her hair, jabbing his dick deeper into her mouth as he grunted in pleasure. Her gaze went to the clock above him. Just a few more minutes. She concentrated on the small electronic box at her back. Simon would send a signal, vibrating the device when he slipped free. She hoped when he finally managed to free Janette that he was ready to fuck, because she would be damned if this wasn t making her hotter than hell.

Good girl, the guard muttered, his hands tightening further in her hair, causing little flares of thorny sensations to pierce her scalp. She loved it. It made the whole act arousing. A strange man, trained to kill, at her mercy. She was becoming addicted to it. The little slut she had always longed to be but had never had the courage to try. She had the courage now, and she was reveling in it. She slid her mouth along the cock, her tongue working over the sensitive underside in firm swipes as her nails gently scraped at the scrotum. Then she sank her mouth back along the pulsing rod, sucking at it like a favorite treat. The guard groaned roughly, his balls tightening warningly. She hoped Simon hurried, because the dick in her mouth was close to shooting. Thankfully, the little box at her back vibrated its welcomed signal, warning her that she now had only minutes to finish the guard and be ready for pickup. She quickened her pace, working the hard dick faster, firmer, until she felt the warning throb of semen tremble the hard flesh. She pulled her mouth back quickly, her hand jacking the flexing meat as cum began to spew from its tip. His body straightened and a stream of thick fluid burst out, arcing to splatter over the arm of his chair before hitting the floor. Within seconds, he slowly relaxed, breathing heavily as he opened his eyes and stared down at her. Damn, you re a hot little slut, he grunted. Give me a while and I ll fuck you. She rose to her feet, pasting a little pout of regret on her face. My friend will be here soon to pick me up, she said ruefully. Maybe next time, huh? Hell, anytime. He smiled back, his handsome face creasing into a smile. You made a very boring night much better. It was my pleasure. She slung her purse over her shoulder and sauntered to the doorway. Later, baby. It s been a blast. Stephanie slipped out the door as Simon slowed down, stopping at the bottom of the driveway as she sprinted for the small black van. Within seconds she slammed the door behind her and Simon accelerated down the street. We have ten minutes, he told her. Janette s unconscious and dehydrated, but we ll have her fixed up right soon. She moved quickly between the seats, kneeling beside the mat that had been placed on the floor and the unconscious figure of her dearest friend. She smoothed back the dark strands of hair from Janette s face. Has Fetch reported yet? Stephanie asked Simon. The others were at the senator s house, procuring the evidence that would ensure Janette s safety. They have the photos and they re headed back, he told her, his drawl thick with satisfaction. We re a go, sweet baby, and headed home. Headed home. She leaned against the back of his seat and breathed out in relief. She had never truly had a home. Had never really belonged. Now, she belonged. A team, she whispered. Oh yeah, sweet sugar, he promised her, sensuality heating his tone. A team for sure. Epilogue

Two months later Dammit to fucking hell, I said to kill the son of a bitch. Simon was in full rage as the Jeep bounced to a stop, safety finally attained from the training mission she and Stephy had been on. What part of kill didn t you understand, Janette? He was enraged. He wasn t screaming, his voice didn t raise. It became just as cold and merciless as his eyes were. Oh, I don t know, Simon, maybe the kill part? she snapped back as she jumped from the Jeep, aware of Stephanie watching them in silence as Simon rounded the vehicle and faced her furiously. She wasn t afraid of Simon, though she knew she should be. She should have been shaking in her combat boots, instead the fury that had filled her ever since she awoke, drug free, and realized the true extent of her father s crimes. He had tried to kill her. Goddammit. Simon s hat went flying as he raked his fingers through his long hair and obviously fought to make sense of what she had done. Or what she hadn t done. The mission had been a simple one. They were hired to rescue the young underaged heiress kidnapped by less than experienced criminals. They were stupid rather than deadly, and they hadn t hurt the girl. Simon, chill out. She waved his fury aside as she stepped around him and headed for the cabin. Chill out? The very softness of his voice should have warned her that she had taken the wrong direction in dealing with his anger. Before she could do more than gasp he had gripped her arm and pushed her against the side of the Jeep, holding her in place easily as he stared down at her wrathfully. Let. Me. Go. She wasn t in the mood for this, and she sure as hell didn t want to be held so close to his body,. Not now, not before she could forget how good it felt to be held by him, fucked by him. He was Stephanie s and despite her friend s laughing protests that Simon belonged to both of them, she couldn t accept that. You think getting yourself killed is going to make it go away? he asked her, his voice guttural, furious. Do you think dying will make it stop hurting, Janette? That it will solve the problems your bastard father created? Rage burned in her stomach, tightened her chest. I wasn t in danger! she yelled back at him. They were stupid, not dangerous. He stared back at her in complete astonishment for long moments. Sweet fucking mercy. His voice rose then. God help us all, Janette, have you lost your fucking mind? Did that hospital erase your damned sanity, woman? He had a gun, he was prepared to use it. I disabled him Like fucking hell. He threw his hands into the air before stomping away from her, then turned back to her with a snarl. He was two steps from cutting your throat before I took him out. Did you think that knife he had in his hand was a toy? There was no knife There was a knife, Janette. Stephanie answered for Simon as she lifted her duffel bag from the back of the Jeep and turned to face her quietly. I saw it. He would have killed you.

Shock held Janette rigid as her gaze went between the two. She slumped against the Jeep and breathed out wearily. What the hell was wrong with her, anyway? She knew Simon wasn t a cold-blooded killer, knew he was her only chance at survival, yet she was pushing him, and endangering all of them. I m heading to the shower, Stephanie told them both softly as she gave Janette a quick hug. Get your head on straight, hon, or you ll finish the job your father started. And that was the kicker. She couldn t get her head on straight, not where her father was concerned, not where Simon was concerned. She took a deep, fortifying breath before she raised her gaze back to his. I have to stop him. She knew it was something he didn t want to hear. Not yet. Then I have to leave until I can, she said wearily. His eyes narrowed on her and Janette couldn t help but stiffen as he moved to her again, towering over her. Suddenly, shockingly, his blue eyes filled with lustful intent. Like hell, he snarled. Stop fucking running. Stop trying to make me part of a damned harem, she snapped back. Before she could stop him, his body was pinning her against the Jeep, the length of his cock pressing into her lower stomch as one hand gripped her hair and pulled her head back roughly. I ve been as gentle as I could be, he growled. I ve been patient, understanding and tried like hell to give you the time you said you needed. No more, Janette. I warned you before, you re mine. You know it. I know it. Mine. Cocky cowboy. She planted her fist in his ribs as her knee aimed for his groin. She missed his cock, but surprised him enough that he released her, giving her a chance to break away from him before she stared back at him furiously. Not hardly, Simon, she denied his claim coolly. A smile curved his lips slow, confident, assured. Mine, he repeated. And I ll be damned if you ll deny it much longer. Get ready, baby, I ll give you what you need where that bastard father of yours is concerned, but in the bargain, you ll see you re all mine. He stomped away before she could reply, before she could argue. Male outrage pulsed in the air around him, causing her to smile for the first time in two months. She belonged to no man, and that was something Simon would learn. Soon.