Silence draped my house as I let the door to the garage shut behind me. I could feel my pulse beating in my chest, my eyes flicking across the empty living room.

I’d wondered what was in store for me when I got home the whole drive back. I mean, it’s not like Tim knew what’d happened — and seriously, fuck him anyways. After the shit he’d been pulling, this was over. Period.

But I guess I’d wondered on the drive home if he’d be waiting for me, if he’d man up to where he’d been. Hell, it’d make me moving out a lot less dramatic if we could both be adults about this.

But it was silent, with no sign of him.

I shook my head as I stepped into the kitchen and dropped the keys to his — no, her — car onto the counter.

Whatever. I was here to pack, and leave, and I’d figure out what to do next later. I made my way through the huge house that I’d soon be leaving, going to our bedroom to grab whatever I could take. The door to Tim’s study, right next to our bedroom door, was shut, and I could hear a murmured voice inside, the sound of a keyboard.

I rolled my eyes. Whatever he was doing, I seriously didn’t care anymore. I moved past it into our room, and that’s when I caught my reflection in the mirror above the vanity, and my eyes landed right on the two sets of bruised hickeys on my neck.

My face blushed hot.

Instantly, it all came rushing back. In a second, I was right back to being with the two of them — Dustin and Blake. My mind flashed back to a mere hour before, when I’d done the craziest thing of my entire life and given myself to them. I’d thrown every bit of caution and rationality away and let two huge, powerful, dominant men take me every way they pleased.

And I’d loved every fucking second of it.

In fact, I’d never felt more alive, or more on fire, or more just…buzzing with life than I had during, and then after that.

But God, what had I done? An hour before, I’d submitted to two absolutely gorgeous, dominant, filthy police officers. I’d dropped to my knees. I’d moaned like dirty girl as I’d sucked their cocks, and I’d begged them to take me at the same time.

I’d let Dustin fuck my ass for the very first time.

But the thing was, I’d never been more turned on, ever. I’d never been treated like that — so roughly, and so filthy like that. On my knees, handcuffed, against the side of car while two strangers used my mouth and then every bit of my body.

My pussy clenched at the thought, wet all over again.

I thought about the way they’d talked to me — how they’d called me their little slut, their angel.

I bit my lip, squeezing my legs together right there in my bedroom as it all came creeping through me again.

And the thing was, I’d loved being both those things for them — slut and angel. I’d loved the mix of filthy and tender — of sweetness and fire.

But then, it’d all come crashing down.

I shook my head, as if to clear the amazing memories from it, as I grabbed a duffle bag from the closet and started packing.

They’d been watching me.

The reality of that slowly sank in, making my skin tingle, with what I’m not sure. Maybe fear. Maybe arousal.

And Jesus, Tim was under investigation? I wondered if I was under investigation, too — unwittingly an accomplice to his bullshit.

I tossed away my bikini top, pulled on a t-shirt, and slid a pair of cutoffs up my legs before tossing my skirt away. I pulled a drawer open and started stuffing t-shirts and panties into the bag, chewing my lip as the worry set in. But then, I paused as a warm tingling sensation came creeping up my back.

They’d been watching me, and I suddenly wondered if they were watching me now.

I bit my lip, blushing at what they might have seen for however long they’d been surveilling this house — me showering, changing.

Me touching myself when Tim was gone.

I blushed again, my pussy clenching tight, and this time, I imagined knowing Dustin and Blake were watching, and putting on a show for them. I imagined stripping down right there, laying back on the bed, spreading my legs, and playing with my dripping wet, slick pussy for them.

I closed my eyes as the filthy fantasy crept through me, before I suddenly opened my eyes and shook my head.

No. This was just a fantasy. They weren’t watching now, I was sure of it. Someone else was, which was an unpleasant thought. No, Dustin and Blake had had their fun, and they’d known exactly who I was when they’d pulled me over and made my body tingle with lust as they patted me down.

Except…

Except there was that nagging feeling that’d been there since the first speeding stop. It’d been there tonight at the house, when we’d all three come crashing together. And that feeling was that they just felt real.

Blake and Dustin felt safe, and it was like I’d known them forever.

They felt like what I’d once thought I had with Tim, only infinitely stronger, and more powerful. They felt like a missing piece, a part of a puzzle I’d been trying to solve for longer than I could remember.

They felt like the real deal.

I almost laughed out loud at the thought. Please, you don’t feel like that for a stranger, and you sure as hell don’t for two of them!

And yet, here I was smiling and blushing and mooning around like some love-struck teenager.

God, what was I doing, falling for them?

I shook my head as I finished shoving some clothes into a bag. I could let myself go down that hole later. For now, I needed to call a friend or find a hotel. I needed to get out of here.

It was funny, but I wasn’t at all worried about leaving Tim. It’s like I’d shut that door, and they’d helped me — Dustin and Blake. I wasn’t sad, or really even mad anymore. I was just ready to move forward from this.

Leave Tim to his side girl, and whatever they were investigating him for. I was leaving. I was going to clear my head, and figure out what sort of craziness had set into me where I was getting all love-struck about the two strange men I’d just let take me on the side of the road.

First though, I was going to get a very tall glass of—

The door to Tim’s study opened just as I turned to leave the bedroom, and I froze.

It wasn’t Tim.

I gasped, taking a step back as the older man with silvered hair smiled darkly at me as he stepped from Tim’s office, an unlit cigar in his mouth.

“You must be Samantha,” he said in a thickly Spanish accent.

I swallowed, my eyes darting past him to the hallway.

He grinned and whistled loudly, and suddenly three more men piled out of Tim’s study and crowded the doorway to the bedroom.

I could feel my breath coming in gasps, my heart jumping into my throat. And suddenly, Tim stepped into view.

“Samantha,” he shook his head and sighed. “Shit.”

“Tim, what the hell is—”

“I wish you hadn’t followed me tonight, Sam,” my shithead of an ex-fiancé said with an obnoxious sigh.

I froze. “What?”

“I saw the car, Samantha.” He shook his head. “This coulda been easy if you’d just let it happen.”

My eyes narrowed at him. “Let what, exactly, happen? You stepping out to go screw some girl?”

The other men in the room chuckled darkly.

“This life,” Tim raised his arms at the huge house around us and shrugged. “What I do bought you all of this — the shopping, the cars, the house.”

“And what do you do,” I said coldly.

Tim grinned, saying nothing.

The older, Spanish man stepped forward. “Time to go, sweetheart.”

I balked at him. “What? I’m not going—”

The scream caught in my throat as the three goons standing behind him suddenly darted into the room and grabbed me. I screamed again, thrashing against them, but they held my squirming body fast.

“The fuck are you doing?!” I screamed out.

“Loose ends, Sam,” Tim said with a passive sigh. “See, we’re moving operations up, and you’re, well,” he chuckled. “Looks like you’re a liability now.”

“A what?!”

I lurched towards him, but the three guys held me back in unyielding grips.

Tim laughed.

“You know what, Sam?” he chuckled. “I think we should start seeing other people.”

“Fuck you, Tim,” I spat.

The older man laughed quietly, chewing on his cigar as he wordlessly turned and started to leave the room.

“Bring her,” he tossed quietly over his shoulder.

I screamed as the three men lifted me, a hand going over my mouth as they began to drag me out of the bedroom and down the hall.

Oh, God…