“Damn good idea, and position.” Randy swatted her upturned ass with hard, rapid smacks, peppering both cheeks as well as the backs of her thighs. Her buttocks clenched with each swat, but that didn’t make them any less soft and bouncy.

  Mindless with the pleasure-pain he heaped upon her butt, Alena fisted her hands in the sheets as she lifted her hips for each scorching hot slap, wanting, needing more, relishing the fiery burn building across her buttocks and thighs. She forgot about the heat throbbing in her nipples and sheath as she embraced this new distraction from the pain of her unrelieved arousal. “More,” she pleaded incoherently, “please, don’t stop.”

  “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea,” Nash admitted as he looked under her bent back legs and took in her glazed eyes and flushed face, her constantly jerking hips making it difficult to maintain his hold on her ankles without hurting her.

  “Good or not, we’re in it now. Switch with me, my hand hurts.”

  She whimpered when Randy ran a hand up her quivering thigh, the lull in hard swats more painful than her throbbing buttocks. “Please,” she begged again, even though the discomfort had worked to escalate her need instead of temper it. Why hadn’t she remembered that? Then the painful swats started again and she closed her eyes in relief. Her folded-up position with her legs held over her head would have been uncomfortable if not for the riot of sensations bombarding her from all angles.

  The small bedside lamp cast shadows on the walls, the litany of steady slaps on bare flesh echoed along with her soft whimpers and their heavy breathing. Her cheeks were a mass of throbbing flesh by the time he slowed his hand, pulsing with hot pain she was coming to realize did nothing to alleviate the stress of her vibrating, out-of-control body, even though it was more than they had ever subjected her to.

  “She’s burning up back here.” Nash slowed his swats and switched to light slaps aimed at teasing the pain into lingering instead of adding to it.

  “Let’s give her what she needs then.”

  Her legs were lowered and then their hands and mouths were on her body, touching, tasting everywhere. Lips suckled her nipples, the relief almost painful. Her thighs were spread over theirs, leaving her wide open for their fingers to delve in between. “Yes!” she cried out when one of them rooted out her clit and milked it between two fingers, those mouths never letting up on her nipples.

  Sensation after sensation whipped through her, hot need driving her into a frenzy of lust. With a sudden burst of pleasure, she exploded in ecstasy, the orgasm erupting fast and hard only to leave her still simmering when it subsided just as quick. Then Nash released her nipple and kissed his way down her waist, over her smooth mound to bury his mouth between her legs and the out-of-control spiral began anew.

  “Again, Alena.”

  Randy’s dark, commanding words barely penetrated the fog of pleasure surrounding her, but that deep tone still had its usual effect, sending additional ripples of pleasure skittering along her overly sensitized nerves. Without a word between them, Randy pinched her nipple just as Nash nipped at her engorged clit, the twin pinpricks of pain tossing her right back into the maelstrom of overwhelming pleasure. Next time, she swore, she wanted to savor the feel of his mouth on her labia, his tongue stroking deep, laving her throbbing clit over and over, but right now, whatever demon had possession of her body wouldn’t allow for that luxury.

  “No!” she exclaimed when they both pulled back, but she needn’t have panicked. Within seconds, they had positioned her on her side facing Randy, Nash sandwiched behind her, her leg draped over Randy’s hip, his mouth covering hers as fingers invaded both her vagina and anus.

  “Don’t fret, luv,” Nash’s sexy voice whispered in her ear. “We’ll keep going until you’re too tired to hurt anymore. Trust us.”

  She did; it surprised her how much she did. She retained enough of her faculties to realize by now they weren’t going to fuck her, the scratchy press of their clad bodies indicated that much. They pulled their fingers back and a moan of denial slid from her throat into Randy’s mouth. She lost control of her bucking hips as she strained between them, eager for their penetration again. When it came, it forced her to pull her mouth from his on a gasp of both pleasure and discomfort from the invasion of three fingers in each orifice, stretching her, filling her.

  “Too much?” Randy asked, watching her closely.

  “No, never too much. Just, please.” She had no idea what she wanted at this point until they finger-fucked her in tandem, one thrust in while one retreated, a continuous stroking over sensitive, swollen nerve endings. The pleasure became excruciating in its intensity, never completely assuaged no matter how many times they drove her up.

  Lights exploded then went dark, pleasure rippled between her nipples and her crotch then abated. Over and over until she finally lay sated between them. All three breathed in heavy pants, the dark room a cocoon of safety as much as the press of their bodies against her. She fell asleep knowing something significant had occurred tonight, but was too exhausted to try to figure it out.

  “The hell with it.” Randy lay back, made quick work of lowering his zipper over his raging hard-on and breathed a sigh of relief when he tightened his hand around it.

  “Well, if you’re not heading for a cold shower, neither am I.” Nash had his cock in his hand in seconds, his shaft jerking in pleasure at his tight-fisted hold.

  “Shit, English, I’ve seen your junk before so why wait? God, jacking off never felt so good.”

  “Agreed, but only our girl can call me English.”

  “Lecture later, kind of busy right now.”

  Nash’s low chuckle was followed with their mutual groans of pleasure as neither wasted any time getting the relief they needed. Their heavy breathing and Alena’s soft snores were the only sounds in the room until low curses and moans heralding their climaxes took their place.

  * * *

  “Think she’ll remember much?” Nash eyed Randy over the rim of a steaming cup of coffee as he leaned against the butcher block kitchen counter the next morning.

  Shrugging, Randy glanced up toward the loft where they left her still sleeping soundly an hour ago. The late morning sun warming his back from the kitchen windows did nothing to dispel the cold he experienced whenever he thought of what could have happened to her had Zach not called him to come get her. “Depends on what he gave her. What I really want to know is why she broke her promise. She had no business being at The Well with Hirst in the first place.”

  Nash knew Randy fought against admitting either of the Hirsts were involved with Ashley’s disappearance, and blaming Alena for last night would be a typical response instead of looking too closely at Kevin or Bryan for answers. “I thought Zach said she was there with Carlee.”

  Running a hand through his hair in frustration, Randy released a pent-up breath. “Yeah, he did, but she could’ve left when they did.”

  Nodding, he admitted, “Yes, she could have, but are you more upset because of what could’ve happened or because all arrows keep pointing to your friends? Because, mate, I know I had trouble sleeping thinking of her with anyone but us in the state she was in.”

  Hell, if Nash could admit to growing feelings, Randy guessed he could be man enough to also. Seated at his kitchen table with a large, three-paned window affording him a view of his back yard and the woods beyond, he pictured taking Alena outside as she leaned over the picnic table. The image stirred his cock and urged him to shift in his seat. Turning to look at Nash, he said, “Just the thought makes me want to smack something, or someone. Good enough for you?”

  Nash smirked. “As long as it’s not me. Coincidentally, I’m not as anxious to get back to London anymore, which is something I don’t take lightly.”

  “I’m in no hurry to boot you out, in fact…” He paused when they both heard the upstairs bathroom door close. “Looks like we’re about to find out what she does and doesn’t remember about last night.”

  * * *

  It was a good thing Alena heard the guys’ distinct voices coming from downstairs when she opened her gritty eyes and found herself in a strange bed and strange bedroom. Vague images flitted through her memory of last night, or what she thought was just last night. Her leaning against Kevin, the strange combination of fear and lust his nearness had elicited, then both Randy’s and Nash’s angry voices, the press of their bodies igniting just lust, no fear. Given the blurry memories of lying between the two of them in this bed, her nakedness didn’t surprise her. What did was the soreness she experienced in every muscle, every joint, and both her vagina and rectum as she rolled out of bed.

  Stumbling across the dark brown carpet toward the bathroom, she relied on the sunlight shining down from the large skylight to turn on the faucet. Bending, she splashed cold water on her face, wishing she had the guts to take her time and thaw out the chill invading her from the inside out in the huge, walk-in shower with its multiple showerheads she knew would feel like magic. But delaying facing them, and the truth of what happened last night, would only add to her angst. The only thing she could attest to with any certainty this morning was that neither Randy nor Nash had fucked her last night; that is, not with their cocks.

  She found her clothes lying on an old, comfortable-looking recliner facing a corner fireplace. Concentration proved difficult, which worried her as much as their moods this morning. She remembered Carlee leaving with Bryan followed by Kevin and his friends coming up to her at the bar. After that, the memories were disjointed, filled with heated arousal so strong it made her ache. Recalling the sense of safety replacing her fear when the guys arrived, she knew she owed them her thanks. Explaining herself might be more difficult.

  She wasn’t completely in the dark today. Having worked for several years with the NYPD, she knew enough to know she had been drugged last night. It baffled her how someone could have distracted her long enough to slip something in her drink, but she had to admit she hadn’t been as diligent last night in staying aware of those around her as she always was when at a club back home. Equating the friendly ambience of this small town with safety had been a stupid mistake, one she wouldn’t make again. Her sister’s disappearance from this area should have been enough of a red flag that all was not as it seemed, especially where the Hirst brothers were concerned.

  Descending the stairs one slow step at a time, she glanced around the lower floor of the log cabin, surprised at the spaciousness and homey feel of the place that was at complete odds with her six hundred square foot apartment. Shifting her gaze to the wide open kitchen, her heart did a crazy flip at seeing the guys eyeing her with looks of concern, followed by her body’s usual heated response. Oh, good Lord, she bemoaned in silence, tightening her hand on the wood banister. How on earth could she be reduced to a puddle of lust so quick from just looking at them again after the decadent excesses she suspected had happened last night? Was it because they hadn’t fucked her that she could still want them so much, or was their chivalry the cause of that funny feeling in her chest that worked to increase her desire?

  Neither would do. She had no wish for a steady relationship, let alone two long-distance ones, and nothing would keep her from going home as soon as possible. It must be a silly fluke, just a simple, basic response to all that testosterone and the intent, probing looks in their eyes she couldn’t get used to. No one had ever bothered to peer at her so closely, to really see her, let alone two men almost every time they saw her.

  Nash set his cup down and met her halfway across the room. Palming her face, he gazed into her eyes several moments before announcing, “A little wary, but back to a clear, pretty green. Much better,” and then bending to give her a light kiss that curled her toes.

  “Good, then she can come sit down and explain why she was with Kevin Hirst last night after promising to stay away from him.”

  “Don’t worry, luv. He’s as concerned as I am over what happened last night. That’s why he’s so cranky.”

  Nash’s small smile eased her apprehension when she looked over and saw Randy’s dark scowl.

  “I didn’t plan it.” Stepping away from the comfort of Nash’s embrace, she padded to the table and accepted the cup of steaming coffee Randy pushed over to her as she sat down. “Thanks.” Waiting until she took several fortifying sips of pure, courage-building caffeine, she took a deep breath and admitted, “But I remember wanting to take advantage of his unexpected interest after Carlee left with Bryan. After that, everything is…” She waved her hand and shook her head, finishing with, “fuzzy.”

  “After witnessing our scene a few days ago, his interest shouldn’t have been unexpected,” Randy drawled, pleased with her honesty even if she should’ve left when Carlee had. But hindsight never amounted to a hill of beans, so he let it go. She was all right, that was the important thing.

  “Yeah, I got that much. He… he gave me the creeps, that’s all I really recall with any clarity. I know I was drugged, but honestly, I have no idea who, or even when someone could’ve done so. It could’ve been him, or either of his friends as they were at the bar together when I had my back turned to tell Carlee good-bye. I’m sorry, and thanks for your… intervention.” She couldn’t help teasing them with a wicked grin and saying, “If you give me a little time to recoup, I’ll be happy to make last night up to you.”

  Tugging her hair, Nash returned her grin. “You need to rest up. Tomorrow we go to Bryan’s party and you can make up to us there. But thanks for the offer.”

  “Is that why neither of you fucked me? Because you’re waiting for the party?”

  Randy raised one midnight brow at her blunt inquiry. “Maybe because we didn’t want you feeling differently this morning. Taking advantage of someone who is impaired is illegal, and wrong.”

  Alena sputtered on a laugh that felt good after the stress of the morning. “You both know me well enough to know that wouldn’t happen. I haven’t run from anything you’ve done to me yet and I think I remember begging for it.”

  “Beg tomorrow night, when you’re free of drugs, and we’ll give you everything you’ve been pushing us toward.”

  The heat in Nash’s blue eyes indicated he looked forward to hearing her plead again. “How are you going to question Kevin, Bryan, or the other two if you’re both busy with me?”

  “I don’t intend to question them at the party. That would definitely send up a red flag. If an opportunity comes up for one of us to slip upstairs unnoticed to do a little unauthorized snooping, we’ll take it. If not,” Randy shrugged and gave her a hard look, “then we don’t do anything. This is my ball game, Alena, and you’re just a spectator. Don’t forget it.”

  Taking the last swallow of her coffee, she rose on legs still shaky and took her cup to the deep farmhouse sink without bothering to reply. She knew the rules, and had no intention of breaking them. Then again, she had no intention of going home empty-handed either. Rinsing out her cup, she set it down then turned around to find them both eyeing her with that look that revved up her engines on all cylinders. This ridiculous reaction she continued to have to both of them bordered on insane and she needed to find a way to appease it once and for all in the next ten days.

  “Apparently, I need my rest before I see you again, so would one of you mind taking me to my car?”

  Randy stood and snatched his keys off a pegboard. “C’mon, breakfast is on me for both of you. Then I want you to fill out a report before returning to your boat. It won’t do much good, but I want an official record of your complaint and condition.”

  She knew exactly how little that would do without an eyewitness or better recollection on her part. She just hoped word didn’t get back to the cops she was familiar with in New York. There were several who were good friends and a few on and off bed partners who would flip out if they knew she had been a victim of a date rape drug. As much as she enjoyed the special bond she had with her fellow coworkers, she didn’t need the drama of their overprotectiveness.

  “That’s an offer I can’t refuse,” Nash stated as he moved toward her and snatched her hand. “Let’s order the works, you know, just because we can.”

  “Problem is, I’m so hungry, I think I can eat the works this morning, followed by a donut of course.”

  “Of course, luv.”

  Randy rolled his eyes at their backs as they stepped outside, but a small smile played around his mouth.

  Chapter Nine

  Daisy Mae was not at her desk when they arrived at the sheriff’s office after breakfast, and by the time Randy had written up Alena’s report and walked her out with Nash, there still had been no word from her. For all her immature, flighty ways, she’d always been punctual. Randy tried not to worry, but was beginning to think he needed to write that in as part of his job description. He’d spent a good portion of this past week fretting over agreeing to let Alena accompany him and Nash to Bryan’s party, worried over whether she could, or would handle what would be expected of a willing participant. If she balked at all, Bryan would notice and wonder why they had brought her. As most dominant men were, he was very astute and diligent at reading women; he had to be to host those parties safely as well as legally.

  With his association with Bryan teetering on the line and his growing feelings for both Nash’s friendship and Alena’s affections causing some disquieting thoughts, it now appeared he’d have to add stressing over his receptionist to his long list of concerns. His only hope for a return of sanity to his daily life was for everything to go back to normal when he cleared Bryan and Kevin of any involvement in Ashley’s disappearance and Nash and Alena returned home. And Daisy went off to college. And assuming he didn’t miss them. And they found Ashley safe, and unharmed. Yeah, piece of cake; all he had to do was wait for a miracle and he would get his life back on an even keel. Of course, if all that happened, he’d have to keep an eye out for flying pigs.