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  “Brooke, our mom knows we want you. She knew from the first day.”

  “That doesn’t matter. I don’t like talking about this with an audience. Can’t we go someplace else?”

  “Okay. Sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Let me go find Trace and Corbin and we can meet in the office. Come on and I’ll show you where it is,” Coulter replied, holding his hand out to her.

  Brooke took his hand and her coffee and followed him. He took her into the study and helped her sit on the large sofa along one wall. For a brief moment, he contemplated calling for his brothers psychically. But this wasn’t an emergency, no matter how thrilled he was. Instead, he pulled his cell phone out and sent a text.

  “Trace and Corbin will be here in a few minutes. I’d like to wait for them to be in on this discussion, so while we’re waiting why don’t you tell me a little about your boss, Neville?” Coulter suggested.

  Brooke choked on her coffee and sputtered at the sudden shift in the conversation. She took a deep breath and swallowed, trying to rid herself of the lingering effects of her arousal.

  “How do you know my boss’s name?”

  “Janie told us who you were. There wasn’t a missing person’s report lodged for you, baby. We wanted to know why the hell your boss didn’t call the police, so we did a search on you.”

  “Hmm, okay. Neville is a real estate agent. His wife died two years ago, and even he has admitted ever since her death, he has trouble with his memory. I think he is a sad, lonely man, and if he hadn’t employed me to organize him he would have lost his business. He can’t remember what he did five minutes ago, let alone a month,” Brooke explained.

  “You like him, don’t ya, baby?”

  “Yes, I do. It’s just that he has come to be sort of a father figure to me. I worked with a large real estate agency before I went to work for Neville, but it was just so cold and regimented. I felt like I was just another number, not a person with feelings. So I left and went to work for Neville.”

  Brooke was interrupted by Trace and Corbin entering the office. She startled when Corbin sat beside her and then pulled her onto his lap.

  “So what’s up?” asked Trace.

  “Brooke has agreed to make love with all of us and I thought you guys should be here to discuss what will happen. Our baby hasn’t been with a man and needs to know up front what we will do with her,” said Coulter.

  “Oh, darlin’, you have given us such an honor. We will take it slow with you, Brooke. We will make sure you enjoy the experience,” Trace said in a deep, rumbly voice.

  “Baby, have you ever heard of a ménage before?” asked Coulter.

  “Yes. I may be a virgin, but I’m not that naïve.”

  “But you don’t know how it works, right?”

  “No.”

  “Honey, we will make you feel so good. One of us will take your pussy, the other will be in your ass, and the other will fuck your mouth,” Corbin rasped.

  “But wouldn’t that hurt?”

  “What, darlin’?” Trace asked.

  “To have one of you…in my bottom?” Brooke inquired. “Isn’t that, I don’t know, a bit wrong?”

  “Baby, if everyone is consenting, then there is no right or wrong, and we would make sure you only felt pleasure. We don’t want you to feel any pain at all. We would take things nice and slow and make sure you’re ready before we moved ahead,” Coulter explained.

  “Oh yeah,” Trace agreed. “Don’t you worry about a thing, darlin’. We will definitely make sure you’re ready for us. We will lick and suck every inch of your delectable little body before we penetrate you.”

  Brooke shifted on Corbin’s lap. The brothers talking about her and what they wanted to do to her only seemed to make her hotter. She could feel the ridge of Corbin’s hard cock digging into her hip. Her breathing escalated and her breasts swelled, causing her nipples to harden. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to relieve the throbbing in her pussy.

  “You want us, too, don’t ya, honey? I can smell that sweet little pussy creaming from here,” Corbin stated, his voice deep with arousal.

  “Fuck, we don’t have time to love you now, baby. The police will be here to take your statement soon. But why don’t you let us relieve you?” Coulter queried.

  “How?”

  “Strip for us, honey, and we’ll make you feel good,” Corbin demanded, his voice low.

  Brooke nibbled on her lower lip and thought about what she wanted to do. She was so damn horny that her panties were soaking wet. She wanted these three men as she had never wanted any man before. She wanted to know what all the fuss was about and could not walk away without collecting memories to keep her warm at night when she moved back to her own boring life.

  She pushed up off Corbin, rose to her feet, and unzipped the bulky coat. She looked up when she saw the three Thornell brothers move in close to her. They brushed her hands aside and began to remove her clothes.

  Chapter Five

  Brooke panted with desire as Coulter, Trace, and Corbin removed her clothes. Once she was naked, they stepped back and perused her body from head to foot and back again. She licked her dry lips and met each of their heated stares.

  “You are so hot, baby. Come here,” Coulter stated quietly.

  Brooke took a hesitant step, then another, until she was standing directly in front of Coulter. She crooked her neck and met his gaze. He reached for her by wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her up against him. She gasped and closed her eyes as her nipples came into contact with his clothed chest. She wavered on her feet and swayed into him. Her body molded to his from chest to thigh. Her heart rate and breathing escalated even more, and she sighed as his hands followed her shape from the sides of her breasts down to her hips and thighs.

  She felt the heat from Corbin’s and Trace’s bodies as they moved in close to her. One of them caressed her buttocks, and the other stepped up close to her side. Coulter moved her back slightly and looked down at her. She closed her eyes and whimpered when his large hands cupped her breasts and pinched at her nipples. She sighed when Coulter leaned down and took her mouth.

  Brooke groaned as Coulter slipped his tongue in between her lips and teeth. She loved the way he kissed her, the way his tongue slid along hers and how he tasted every inch of her mouth. She clung to his shoulders as her knees buckled, and then she was lifted. She panted for breath when Coulter removed his mouth from hers and cradled her against his chest in his arms. He carried her to the sofa and gently sat her on it. He knelt on the floor between her knees and used his hands to spread her thighs. She watched the three tall, sexy men through passion-heavy lids and tried to close her legs when Coulter bent his head toward her pussy.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered breathlessly.

  “I’m going to make you feel good, baby. Just sit back and relax. I want to pleasure you,” Coulter replied in a deep, rumbling voice.

  Brooke could see the heat in his eyes as he stared at her cunt. He reached out and separated her plump labia with his thumbs, and then his mouth was there. She couldn’t seem to stop her body’s response to him and bucked her hips up. She cried out with the first swipe of his tongue. He licked from the top of her slit, down to her weeping pussy. He rimmed her hole with his tongue and then thrust it into her cunt. She sobbed and reached for his head with her hands, only to have them stopped mid action and pulled back to her sides by Corbin.

  When she met Corbin’s and Trace’s gazes, she nearly came again from the looks of passion in their eyes. She mewled in the back of her throat as Trace took one of her nipples into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth. Her sound of desire was muffled when Corbin took her mouth with his. He slanted his mouth over hers again and again. His tongue explored every inch of her, tickling the roof of her mouth, along the insides of her cheeks, over her teeth, and back to her tongue.

  Brooke had never felt such heat. It was like her whole body was on fire. Her womb was heavy with her li
quid arousal, and she could feel her juices seeping from her cunt and trickling down to her ass. Corbin removed his mouth from hers and kissed his way across her jaw. He nibbled on her earlobe and then down the side of her neck. She moaned when he licked over her collarbone and down over her skin until he was near the nipple of her other breast. He palmed her mound of flesh and sucked her turgid peak into his mouth. He suckled strongly on her sensitive bud, and she arched her body up into the exquisite sensation.

  “Please,” she begged. “I want more.”

  “You don’t control what happens in the bedroom, baby. We do,” Coulter panted.

  “We’re not in the bedroom,” Brooke replied breathlessly and then cried out as her pussy was slapped. Her cunt clenched and released more of her fluids which coated her ass, and she arched her hips as heat spread through her folds.

  Corbin released her nipple with a loud pop. “I think our honey likes getting her pussy spanked, Coult.”

  Brooke looked up incredulously to see him grinning at her wickedly.

  “You have a smart mouth, baby. You will learn we are in control of your sexy little body. We are the ones who will give you pleasure how and where we want. You will climax only if we say you can. If you don’t like that we want total control of you, you’d better say so now,” Coulter demanded quietly.

  Brooke nibbled on her lower lip and then gave a nod of her head. She wanted them to touch her. She wanted to give over control to these three handsome, dominant men, but didn’t want to make a fool of herself by coming across as too needy.

  “Here are the rules, baby. You are ours to make love with. You will do what we want without question, and in exchange, we will make you feel amazing. Is that understood?” Coulter asked.

  “Don’t worry, baby,” Trace added. “You want us to stop and we’ll stop.”

  “Yeah, don’t worry, baby,” Corbin pitched in with a wink. “We’ll take very good care of you.”

  Brooke shivered with desire. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was by Coulter’s dominant, aggressive personality. But she remembered what it was like to be powerless, and she needed their assurance. “So that’s in the bedroom—or whatever other room we end up in,” she said. “What about the rest of the time?”

  “It’s not very different,” Coulter said without hesitation. “You do as we say at all times. We have rules in place to keep you safe and well.”

  Brooke knew she wouldn’t always obey these men and she would fight them if she thought they were being unreasonable. She also knew that they would keep her safe. They had earned her trust many times over already.

  Most of all, she knew she wanted them more than her next breath.

  “Yes, when I think you’re right, I’ll agree. But, if I think you are wrong I will give you my opinion,” she answered breathlessly.

  “Okay, that sounds reasonable,” he replied.

  “Good girl,” Trace whispered. He licked her nipple and bit down on her hard nub. She cried out at the erotic nip of pain and then whimpered when Coulter lowered his head to her pussy once more. He flicked his tongue over her clit again and again. She could feel her internal muscles shuddering, and her cream leaked out in copious amounts. Her cunt clenched, and she could feel tension beginning in the depth of her womb. She had never felt such exquisite rapture. It felt like she was building up to something so monumental, she was scared she would shatter. She sobbed with frustration when Coulter pulled his mouth away.

  “Easy, baby, I’ll give you what you need. Just relax, Brooke,” Coulter said in a deep, smoky voice.

  Brooke groaned when she felt one of his fingers rimming her pussy hole. She thrust her hips up, trying to get more of his touch, but Corbin and Trace each placed a hand at her hips and held her down. She sobbed with relief when Coulter finally began to penetrate her with the tip of his finger.

  “Fuck. She’s so wet, hot, and tight. I can just imagine what she’ll feel like gripping my cock.” Coulter groaned.

  Brooke couldn’t believe how his dirty talk only seemed to enhance her arousal. She had perspiration on her skin, and her breath rasped out of her mouth in rapid bursts. She whimpered as his finger penetrated her slowly. Coulter was using a slow thrust-and-retreat motion until finally his large finger was in her as far as it could go. He began to pump his digit in and out of her pussy, slowly increasing the pace with every pass. She cried out when he bent his head back down to her cunt and began to lap on her clit. She tried to rock her hips with his rhythm, but Corbin and Trace held her firmly, all the while sucking at her breasts and nipples. The tension inside her began to increase again, and then she groaned when Coulter found a spot deep inside her she hadn’t known existed.

  Brooke mewled as he caressed that spot over and over again. She could feel the tempest raging and knew she was on the verge of something big. She tried to reach up and clutch at Corbin and Trace, but they still had her arms and hands pinned at her sides. She opened her eyes and looked around wildly as the storm neared its peak.

  Trace lifted his head from her breast and whispered into her ear. “Let go, darlin’. We won’t let anything happen to you. We’ll catch you, Brooke. Ride it out. Come for us, Brooke.”

  Brooke screamed as her pelvic-floor muscles gathered into themselves and Trace thrust his tongue into her ear. She shattered. Her body shook and shuddered, and her cunt clenched and released, the rapid contractions forcing out more of her juices. She was vaguely aware of Coulter making growling sounds as he lapped up her cream and continued to fuck her with his finger. When the last ripple of bliss finally died away, Brooke dropped her head against the back of the sofa and sighed with contented satiation. She shivered one last time when Coulter gave her a final lick, and she sat there on the sofa in a boneless heap.

  “You are so fucking sexy, baby. I can’t wait to get my cock into that pretty little cunt,” he said in deep, rumbling voice.

  Brooke opened her eyes to look at him and could see his lips and chin glistening with her juices. The sexy bastard wiped his chin with his fingers and sucked them clean.

  “Delicious. You taste like a mixture of honey and salt. Come on, baby. Let’s get you dressed. The police will have arrived by now to take your statement,” Coulter informed her and helped her to her feet. He held her steady while Corbin and Trace dressed her. She glanced at their crotches and felt her just-satisfied body tingle with arousal. From what she could see, the men were huge. She averted her face and looked at the floor.

  “Look at me, Brooke,” Trace demanded intently, and she complied. “We will never hurt you, darlin’.”

  Brooke nodded but didn’t look away. She knew they wouldn’t hurt her. Not physically at least. She wasn’t so sure about her emotional welfare.

  “Let’s go to the kitchen, honey. The police will be waiting,” Corbin stated.

  The police. She followed him from the office, clutching his hand. The sensations she had just felt were already making her head spin, and her turmoil increased when she realized she would have to remember what she had been through. She didn’t want to do it, but she would. She wanted whoever had kidnapped her to be put into prison so they couldn’t hurt anyone else.

  She wasn’t doing it alone, either. From the way they stayed close to her, the Thornell brothers made it clear that they intended to stick by her while she gave her statement. Brooke was grateful. With these men behind her, she felt like she could get through anything. Brooke took in the two detectives sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping coffee and talking to Martha. Martha turned toward her, smiled, and got more mugs from the cupboard. “Why don’t y’all go take a seat at the table? I’ll bring the coffee over.”

  Brooke let Corbin seat her, and then he took the chair next to her. Trace sat on her other side, and Coulter sat at the head of the table. The two detectives followed and sat across from her.

  “Thanks for seeing us, Ms. Marsh. I am Detective Joe White and this is Detective Nelson Richards. Can you please tell us what happened to you?”
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  Brooke explained to the two detectives the events of her abduction and the eight days she had spent in the dungeon-like basement. Once done, she was shaking and felt cold to the marrow. Trace plucked her off her chair and pulled her onto his lap. She leaned back against him as the heat from his body began to seep into her and warm her.

  “Do you know why you were kidnapped, Ms. Marsh?” Detective Richards asked.

  Brooke shook her head and lowered her eyes to the table.

  “You didn’t tell her?” Detective White queried.

  “No. We didn’t want to upset her. Brooke was suffering from hypothermia and got sick. She’s only just recovered from her illness,” Coulter explained.

  “Tell me,” Brooke commanded in a whisper.

  “Honey, I don’t think…” Corbin began.

  “I need to know.”

  “They wanted you for your organs, baby,” Coulter explained.

  “What? What do you mean?” she asked in a shaky voice.

  “They were going to cut you open and sell your organs on the black market. We don’t know who the ringleaders are, but we are working to find out. These bastards are targeting women because they are easier to take off the streets. They kidnap women and cut their bodies up and sell off their organs to wealthy men overseas. We have already handed over the two fuckers who took you and the other women, but we know they aren’t the only ones working for whoever has set this operation up. We know we’ve only touched the tip of the iceberg,” Coulter explained.

  “They were going to kill us?”

  “Don’t be scared, darlin’. We won’t let anything happen to you,” Trace stated vehemently.

  “Oh my God. I can’t believe…Shit. You have to stop them,” Brooke stated and began to cry. How could anyone do such a thing? The thought of so many innocent women being kidnapped and murdered for body parts was sickening. She burrowed into Trace’s chest and hid her face as she sobbed. She couldn’t fathom why anyone would do such a horrific, violent deed. She prayed for all the women who had died for those sick bastards. Her tears finally slowed, and she became aware of the silence in the room. She snuggled into Trace’s neck and sighed when his arms tightened around her.