She murmured that last sentence, but it was enough to spur them into rising, Nash scooping her up as Randy led the way up to his room. Laying her down, he said, “I’ll be right downstairs if you need anything. Randy’ll be…” He turned a questioning look up to him.

  “On the couch. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

  With the release of his arms, Alena gained full awareness with both anger and panic threatening her composure. Jerking up in the big bed, she exclaimed, “You’re leaving?”

  “You want us to stay?” Randy asked, surprised.

  “Well, of course I do, why do think I’m here?”

  Nash didn’t hesitate to shuck his pants and slide in next to her. “We’ll be right here, luv. Go to sleep.”

  Randy was slower in joining her on the other side, but when he did, the king-size bed went from big and lonely to crowded and comforting. She relished the press of their naked bodies against her even as she remained clothed. Surrounded by all that hard, male flesh made her realize this was the first time they had stripped entirely in front of her. And she liked it. But as the minutes ticked by and they did nothing but roll on their sides, wrap an arm around her and hold her close, frustration and escalating need overrode everything else. As much as she appreciated their consideration, that’s not what she ached for right now.

  Taking matters into her own hands, she slid her palms over their hips, only to be brought up short when they clasped her wrists and returned them to her waist.

  “Go to sleep, Alena.” Randy squeezed her waist, emphasizing his order.

  “Rest now, luv. We’ll work this out tomorrow.”

  Not one to give up, she waited them out, feigned sleep, and as soon as they were relaxed, breathing heavy but not quite asleep, she reached down again and didn’t stop until she attained her goal. It must be latent hysteria, she thought when giddiness assailed her at finding them hard, hot and pulsing, their cocks silk-encased steel rods. She didn’t let the uncharacteristic emotion bother her. They wanted her. They were ready for her. And that’s all she cared about right now. Wrapping her fingers around their thick lengths, she gripped them in a tight hold when both men attempted to shift away.

  “Let. Go.”

  “No,” she told Randy, turning her head and seeking his mouth in the dim light. Stroking their rigid erections, she licked his compressed lips then moved fast when he parted them on a low groan. Stroking his tongue and molding his lips, she worked their cocks up and down with her fists, cupped their smooth, mushroom-capped heads, smearing the damp pre-cum leaking from their slits then using the moisture to ease her way back down.

  “I don’t know about you, mate,” Nash rasped on an indrawn breath, “but I’m through arguing with her.”

  “Good enough.” Cupping the back of her head, Randy held their fused mouths together as he took over the kiss and pointed above them, a gesture letting Nash know where he was headed. Plundering the depths of her moist mouth, he released a sigh of relief when Nash plucked her hand from his dick. Much more of that and this would be over before she thought she wanted it to. He just hoped they weren’t making a mistake giving in to the strong demands stemming from her fragile state.

  Alena moaned from both the abrupt loss of their thick flesh in her hands and the sudden jerk of the light blanket baring the three of them. A shiver rippled up her spine when cool air caressed her bare butt as her shorts were stripped off. Pulling her mouth from his, she pleaded on a ragged whisper, “Please.”

  Randy whipped her top over her head, tossed it to the floor, and filled his hands with her lush breasts. “Come morning, just remember this was your idea. Above me, Nash, there’s a silk tie.”

  His grip unbreakable, Alena had no choice but to let Nash raise her arms above her until she felt him bind them to the vertical slat with a swath of silk. Randy released her breasts, cutting her protest short with the quick shift of their bodies. Nash slid under her as Randy helped to maneuver her to her knees, his guttural, succinct order of, “Spread them,” spiking her arousal as she positioned herself over Nash’s face.

  Yes, she groaned in silence, admitting this was what she wanted, what she needed; for them to take her over, drive her into pleasurable oblivion where she could forget her fear and her failures. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back, let the ends of her hair tickle her shoulders as hands coasted up her spread thighs, thumbs caressing then spreading her labia. She shuddered from the close, intimate exposure, aching for a touch as the seconds ticked by without one.

  “Please,” she whispered without opening her eyes, wondering why they waited, why they enjoyed tormenting her so much.

  “She did ask nicely.” Randy knelt next to her, looking down at Nash whose head lay nestled between her spread legs.

  “Yes, she did. You want my mouth on your pussy, Alena, then give it to me.” Nash followed that succinct order with a sharp nip on the soft flesh of her inner thigh then blew in between her spread folds.

  Her eyes flew open at those new stimulating sensations, his instructions both embarrassing and exciting. With her need so great, she wouldn’t let the mortification of lowering herself down to his face stop her from attaining her goal of mindless oblivion. A soft cry slipped past her compressed lips at the first touch of his lips caressing the sensitive skin of her inner folds, the slow rasp of his tongue over her clit sending a rippling wave of heat straight up her core. Her nipples tightened into aching pinpoints. The scratch of his unshaved face against her inner thighs aided in the escalating sensations consuming her as he stabbed his tongue in repeated thrusts deep inside her.

  “Feel good, baby?” Randy’s low voice urged her to shift back into his caressing hand over her buttocks. “Want more?”

  Swiveling her head, she looked directly into his midnight eyes and answered without hesitation. “Yes, now, please.”

  His low laugh and Nash’s diabolical hum had her tensing in anticipation. When the first slap landed with resounding impact on her right buttock, the sharp, tingling pain ignited a firestorm inside her, fed by the insertion of deep, probing fingers exploring her vaginal walls. And then they gave her what she came here for, what she craved so much.

  Randy delivered a steady volley of hard smacks covering her buttocks, reaching in front of her with his other hand to roll her nipple between two fingers, pinching a little harder with each slap. Nash delved deep with his fingers as he continued to lave her clit too lightly to get her off, just soft enough to keep her teetering on the edge. The distinct slurp of wet suctioning coming from between her legs gave away the extent of her arousal as the throbbing, heated pain continued to build across her butt and spread to her sheath.

  Randy swatted the under curve of one cheek, murmuring in her ear, “So soft,” he squeezed her buttock, “and so warm.” He slapped the tender skin of her sit spot under the other cheek before rubbing the offended areas.

  With her entire body aching for release, vibrating in unfulfilled lust, she ground her crotch against Nash’s mouth, desperate for the touch that would give her what she wanted. A blistering sting that set her nipple to throbbing forced her to lift back up a fraction and blast Randy with a startled, angry glare. “What was…?” She noticed the open drawer in the bedside table, then the small, flexible bamboo strip in his hand along with the wicked grin on his face.

  “It’s actually called a clit spanker, but it works great on nipples too.”

  “Oh, good Lord,” she moaned when the burn encompassing her tortured nub sent a fresh gush of moisture into Nash’s marauding mouth. “That’s just… wrong.”

  “I think it’s just fucking awesome,” Nash managed to pull away from his feast long enough to counter.

  “You’re just fucking awesome,” Randy praised her before bending and taking her mouth in a deep, probing kiss.

  Alena clung to his mouth a moment, leaning into the kiss and him, for both titillation and comfort. When he released her with a bite on her lower lip, there was no time or functioning brain cells left to continue the banter as they seemed to have silently agreed to end her waiting. Closing her eyes, she basked in the immediate pleasure of Nash suckling with hard, strong pulls on her clit as Randy set up a slow, steady repetition of butt slaps accompanied by light taps from the little spanker on her nipples, back and forth between them in another slow, steady torturous litany of pain-induced pleasure.

  She screamed as pleasure ricocheted throughout her body, the convulsing spasms going on and on, the ecstasy all consuming. Her body still shook with pleasurable, tiny contractions when Randy moved to release her wrists then bent his head to suckle one tortured, throbbing nipple. The strong pulls from his mouth egged on the pain from the mini-spanker and her arousal as Nash scattered a combination of kisses, licks, and tiny bites all over the bare flesh of her labia, literally eating her up.

  They didn’t give her time to bask in the lingering pleasure as they both shifted, their large hands arranging her boneless body alongside Nash’s, lifting her top leg over his hips in a position that left her buttocks spread and her pussy in alignment with his probing cock. With Randy’s tall, muscled body pressed against her back, she lay snuggled between them as they threw her right back into the vortex of out-of-control, spiraling pleasure.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Take a deep breath, luv,” Nash suggested right before slipping into the furnace of her tight pussy. She closed around him in a greedy clasp, her slick walls caressing his length in small, milking contractions as soon as he was balls-deep inside her. “God, you feel good.”

  He pressed her head to his shoulder, the image of her scared face when Randy opened his door searing him anew. He swore when he caught the bastard who terrorized her he’d give him a taste of his own medicine before assisting the sheriff in locking his ass up. With her soft body wrapped around him and his cock enveloped in her equally soft pussy, he prayed he had the strength to hold back long enough to assist Randy.

  “Another deep breath now.” Gliding his hands down her damp back to her warm ass, he gripped her buttocks and spread them even wider.

  “Thanks.” Randy probed her anus with short, jabbing strokes, using two then three well lubed fingers before pushing with slow precision inside her tight channel. “Do you still want this, baby? Want us?”

  A muffled “Yes” came from where she kept her face buried in Nash’s shoulder, followed by an impatient shift of her hips.

  “Good enough.” Nash pulled away from her tight clasp long enough to give Randy time to slowly take her ass. When his partner finally said, “I’m good, let’s do it,” he pressed back in as Randy pulled out. Having done this together only twice before, it surprised him how quickly and easily they fell into a tandem rhythm, and, from her mewling cries and spasming vagina, how fast she responded to their dual penetration.

  “I can feel her contractions already… shit, she’s tight,” Randy swore as he shifted forward again.

  “Tell me about it. Hell, why wait.”

  Alena was lost. Lost in sensation, in knowing total possession for the first time, in their deep voices echoing around her, and in another ‘rob your senses’ climax. Pleasure ripped through her overheated system with lightning speed and heat, the deep plunges of their cocks, first one then the other, taking her to a place she’d never been before. Under normal circumstances, she would never allow herself to be taken over, possessed so completely by one man, let alone two. But these weren’t normal circumstances. As their sweat-slick bodies rubbed together, their harsh breaths mingled, and their releases were felt and heard by all three of them, she shoved aside all concerns and worries for the temporary respite of falling into pleasure one more time.

  * * *

  She woke alone to sunshine brightening the room and a sore body that brought back a rush of memories from the night before. Rolling over with a groan, the ache in her rectum reminded her of the pain of Randy’s anal possession followed so swiftly with indescribable pleasure. Their slow, deep thrusts had driven her into orgasm so fast she barely had time to adjust to the new experience and sensations of double penetration. But, as always, with the dawn came reality, and a lift of the last dregs of shock that had kept her befogged mind from facing what happened on her boat that drove her here in the first place.

  Now that she could think with a clearer head, she knew, without a doubt, someone at that lake house knew something about Ashley’s disappearance. Her assailant’s words proved someone had seen her snooping the other night, and with her sister’s case the only crime worth threatening someone over in this area, the odds were against her attack not being connected to Ashley. The common denominator between the last people who saw Ashley, Alena’s drugging, and her attack last night were Kevin, Brad, and Joel, who had been around when all three events occurred. She didn’t believe in that much coincidence.

  Crawling out of bed, she gathered up her discarded clothes and stumbled into the connecting bathroom. A long, hot shower sounded wonderful, but the towel racks were empty. Thinking the narrow cedar door led to a linen closet, she almost drooled when she opened it and saw a cedar-lined sauna, a stack of towels folded neatly on a shelf to her right. After indulging in the small, steam-filled enclosure for ten minutes, she took a quick shower and felt marginally better by the time she left the loft and followed the guys’ angry voices down the stairs.

  “You can’t tell me you’re still willing to make excuses for them?” Nash growled, glaring at Randy across the kitchen counter. Randy’s relaxed pose of leaning on his arms on the butcher block top didn’t fool him for a second. The glitter in his friend’s dark eyes gave away his frustration.

  “No. Bryan or Kevin knows something, but that doesn’t mean one of them was behind the attack on Alena.”

  “I don’t understand your continued defense of these people. Everything points to Kevin being involved with Ashley’s disappearance and that’s still too much of a coincidence not to keep him at the top of my suspect list for my victim, especially after Alena’s recount of how she was choked just until she lost consciousness. Are you forgetting my ME’s report that gave evidence Lisa Ames suffered through multiple episodes of autoerotic asphyxiation before finally being choked to death? Damn it, Janzen, she deserves justice, and her family needs closure.” While he could admire Randy for his loyalty to his friend, turning a blind eye to the facts was not acceptable.

  “I know that, Nash,” Randy replied with a sigh. “And trust me, I’m as upset over what happened to Alena as you. Don’t forget, Daisy Mae also suffered a similar attack and there were over thirty people at that party who could’ve been the perpetrator. I’ve known Bryan for over a decade and I’m telling you he wouldn’t be behind what happened to those girls. He went overboard spoiling Kevin after his stepfather walked out on him when Kevin was just eight, which included being overprotective, I’ll give you that, but I saw how strict he was with that kid the last ten years, how he drilled right and wrong into him during his teens. Kevin was wild, but not purposely harmful to anyone.”

  “But he would cover for his friends, wouldn’t he?” The three of them—Kevin, Brad, and Joel—had been the best of friends, according to Randy, since grade school. Since they’d arrived in Blue Springs, he hadn’t seen any of them alone; they were always together at either the lake or hanging around town.

  “Yeah, I’m pretty sure he would, which…”

  “Which means he would hide any proof there is of Ashley’s disappearance.” Alena entered the kitchen with a fierce look and firm voice that told Nash the pathetic victim of last night had been replaced with the sister determined to find answers. Letting Randy handle that statement, he turned to the refrigerator, pulled out a small bowl of fruit, and set it next to the plate of assorted donuts he had picked up earlier.

  “He might, but we don’t know that for sure. How are you this morning?” Randy looked her over carefully, then nodded. “You slept well.”

  Releasing a pent-up sigh, she scooted onto the high stool next to his and almost drooled when he handed her a napkin and slid the plate of donuts toward her. “I did, and now I wake up to my favorite breakfast. Thanks, guys.” Snatching a long john dripping with chocolate icing, she bit into pure sugar sweetness, closing her eyes a moment to savor the gooey treat. Those two really knew how to get to her, in more ways than sexual.

  “Eat that before you get another one.” Nash set the small bowl of fruit next to her, grinning when she opened her eyes and scowled at the strawberries and bananas then at him.

  “Why?” Damn, all that healthy stuff would ruin everything.

  “Because it’s good for you and that’s not.” He pointed to the one small bite of her donut she had left.

  Narrowing her eyes, she ignored the tickle both men’s intent, probing looks were responsible for. She started to retort they weren’t good for her either, but couldn’t, in all honesty, claim that. Last night they had been very good for her fragile state of mind, even though they had made it clear they didn’t want to go that far.

  “Maybe I need comfort food after what you put me through last night,” she baited them before popping the bite into her mouth and reaching for another. The sharp rap on her hand had her snatching it back from the plate and leveling a glare at the sheriff’s smug face. “That wasn’t nice.”

  “Never claimed to be nice. Eat your fruit and I’ll get you a cup of coffee.”

  “Oh, well, since you put it that way…” She dug into the fruit, refusing to admit how good it tasted. After taking a sip of the steaming mug Randy set in front of her, she asked, “What’re your plans now, regarding Ash’s disappearance?”

  “Yes, what is our next step, chap?” Nash drawled with a sardonic lift of one eyebrow.

  “My first inclination is to send you two back home, but since that is a battle I’m sure to lose, I say we go with our original plan. I can’t question anyone more than I have without reason, and without a description, or anything else to go on from your attack, I don’t have that. Since you said your assailant wore gloves, Alena, you would know dusting the boat for prints will be futile, but it’ll be done anyway. Tomorrow is the annual Blue Springs Summer Celebration, which Bryan always follows on Saturday with his biggest get-together. There’ll be twice as many guests, which will give us more of an opportunity to slip away.” Randy narrowed his dark eyes at her, pointed his finger, and stated with quiet authority, “Nash and I, not you.”