Chapter 33

Jena

Jena opened the door to her small, one bedroom apartment. The weather was even better than she expected it to be, down here in California.

“They would have loved it,” she said out loud, to an empty room.

Her throat began to swell so she balled her fists as hard as she could, until her nails sank on her skin. She wouldn not allow herself to cry again. Not today.

It’s been two months.

Her wounds were almost cured now, some of the bruises remained, but her face was now completely fine. She remembered the looks on people’s faces at the airport, and when she arrived in California, too.

She and the guys said their good-byes and promised they would be in touch.

“But they never did.”

Two freaking months of no contact. They gave her five thousand in cash.

“This will be enough for you to start.”

It was.

No one asked her about the money.

People looked at me and I guess they thought I was running away from a crazy husband or something like that.

After a few days she got a job at a deli, earning just enough to live.

She tried to contact them, calling them from time to time, but their lines were dead. She began to fear the worst, until one day she got a letter. Her heart pounded fiercely in her chest, thinking this was it, news about her men.

“A debit card.”

That was it. That’s what they sent her.

The sound of her voice in the empty room were her only company.

“No freaking message whatsoever.”

Three days later she got another envelope, she opened it up, hoping against hope this would be different than the last time.

But of course, it wasn’t.

It had a sheet of paper with four digits scribbled on it.

The balance was eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

She read the numbers, was she supposed to be happy? ‘Cause she wasn’t. Not at all. She didn’t take any money, of course. She wouldn’t use any of it until they came back.

It’s their money, after all. Not mine.

Jena sat at the used sofa she bought a day or two after moving in.

Their faces were burned in her memory, their smiles, their deep voices. She loved them, they risked everything for her.

Then they went no fucking contact.

Hot anger welled up inside her. That wasn’t just mean, that was straight up evil.

It was all her fault. She knew what she was getting into. She should have known men like that had no heart.

But everything had been real. The closeness, the way they looked at her, with such devotion and tenderness… the way their heart raced when they made love.

“That’s something you can’t fake.”

Pale light from a lamppost outside filtered through her curtains.

Sunny California. It was supposed to be a better life, for all of them. But they forgot. They gave her money, thinking that’s what she wanted, and ghosted her.

“I hate them.”

She stood up, clearing her throat, ready to make dinner. She wasn’t hungry but she wouldn’t stay in her room sulking all night. They didn’t care about her, fine, she wouldn’t care either.

“Screw you, guys,” she said, trying to be strong, trying to keep the tears from rolling down again.

She turned on the lights and fear ran through her body.

Two men stood beside the door, dressed in black, watching her.

She stumbled back and the tallest man caught her.

“Got you, dear.”

She recognized them instantly but she couldn’t believe it at first.

They were there.

“Beast?” She whispered, meeting his blue eyes.

He smiled at her, and shivers ran through her body.

Behind him, Mills walked to her. They looked gorgeous.

“How—?”

She hugged Beast, his warm embrace felt like home, strong and full of love, Mills hugged them, too.

“Where were you?” She said, half crying, half still in shock, “you never called.”

“I’m sorry, honey.”

“We are.”

“No! Why? You could have sent me a message or—”

“It was hard for us—”

“Hard for you?” She said, taking a step away from them, ” you don’t care about me, you left me alone.”

Mills stepped forward, “I’m sorry, honey, but believe us—”

“I hate you!” She said, her voice breaking, unable to stop the flow of tears, “I hate you both!”

Mills tried to hug her but she pushed him away, hitting him in the chest, her fists balled, she was so angry. Mills caught her wrists.

Her body melted at his touch, she wanted him to pay for what he’d done.

“You hate me?” Mills asked.

“Yes!”

“Say it again.”

“I hate you…”

He brought her to him and his lips found her. Every inch of her body trembled with love.

She needed this, she needed them.

It was as if she never left. It felt just as it did two months ago, no, it felt even better.

“I love you,” Mills whispered, caressing her hair, then kissing her again deeply.

Beast placed his hands on her back, then her waist. His touch was soft and careful, as if she was made of delicate crystal.

“I’m sorry we made you wait,” he whispered, his deep voice filled with regret, “we’re safe now.”

She raised her hand to hold him, bringing him even closer to her.

Everything about him, his rugged hands, his quiet demeanor, his rough chin as his lips touched hers, everything was perfect.

For a second she was afraid she was dreaming. But no, this was real. They were here, this wasn’t a fantasy.

“I love you,” Beast said.

“I hate you.”

Mills grabbed her collar and ripped her polo apart in a swift move. She was exposed now, she belonged to them, she’d told them many times before.

“Don’t lie, honey. You want this.”

She did. She wanted to feel them inside, taking her to Heaven, she wanted to be with them forever.

We’re safe.

They had done something. But this time she had to know.

Mills put hish and on her neck, his rough touch bringing back wild memories. She was their slave, she would always be. They owned her, completely.

“I want it.”

Mills tightened his grip, just barely enough to make her feel it, Beast held her arms behind her back. This was what two months of being away from each other did.

She didn’t want soft, quiet, missionary love making. She wanted them to take her without holding back, do everything they wanted to her.

She wanted to scream at them, to slap them hard, make them pay.

But that could wait.

“We’ll never go away,” Mills said, his green eyes fixed on her, “we’ll never leave you.”

“We’ll always be together.”

Mills tightened his grip and kissed her, his tongue wrestling with hers, his kiss wet and passionate, everything she’d dreamed about, everything she missed. This was much better.

Beast undid her pants and pulled them down. She needed them inside, she needed their seed.

They belonged to her. Only her, forever.

She stepped on her jeans and the next moment she stood half naked between two gorgeous men. There was so much to talk about, but right now she only needed to be in their arms.

“You look better than ever,” Beast said, “I couldn’t wait to see you.”

“I look fat.”

“Never say that again,” Beast said, pressing his chest against her back, the warmth of his skin flooding her, “you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”

Mills kissed her neck, his little nibs sending waves of delight through her body.

“I missed you,” she whispered, getting lost in all those sensations.

Four hands explored her body, softly caressing her thighs and chest and back.

Mills kissed her neck, going down to her breasts, one hand caressing her skin, the other undoing her bra. Beast pulled her panties down very slowly. They were enjoying every second of this. Beast brought her ass to him, and there it was, his thick, hard cock. She could feel how hot he was, even beneath the fabric of his dress pants.

Gosh, it’s even harder than I remembered.

She was fully naked now, her men kissed her neck and back and breasts, caressed every inch of her body, made sure she knew how much they wanted her.

Her juices flowed down her thighs, rolling down her legs, it was unbelievable, how her body responded to their touch. She thought she would never see them again, and suddenly, without warning, they were here for her.

She held Beast’s neck, pulling Mills to her with her other hand. She wanted their bodies pressed against her as hard as possible. She wanted this to last forever.

Their skin felt like burning, incredibly hot against her own.

Mills pushed forward and Beast lifted her up from behind, spreading her legs open. She turned to kiss him as he brought her to the only couch she had in her apartment, laying her down on it as he sat on the floor, his kiss never ending.

Mills caressed her legs, kissing her ankles, moving up to her calves, going from one to the other, sending ripples of delicious pleasure through her. She was trembling now. How long could she last? It had been a long, long time.

Mills explored her thighs, his tongue rolling up and down her legs, his touch hot and wet and full of hunger, until he reached her center.

He didn’t touch her there yet. No, he took his time. He wouldn’t waste this moment so easily.

She moaned in Beas’s mouth.

The towering man stood up next to her and took off his coat and shirt.

“My God, you’re more beautiful than ever.”

His body was perfect. Wide back, hard chest, huge arms… a sixpack that bordered on obscene. And when he took his pants off, she knew she’d been lucky to find them.

It wasn’t luck. It was fate.

Mills found her slit. She was so wet she should have been embarrassed. But she knew better now. These men wanted everything, they were insatiable.

He explored her crease with his wet tongue, its heat driving her crazy, sliding slowly up, then down, then out to her lips, then back in, all without touching her nub.

She was going to go crazy if he didn’t; the teasing was out of this world.

“Please—” she whispered, but before she finished her sentence, Mills grazed her button with the tip of his tongue, sending bolts of ecstasy all over her.

She yelled in delight. It had been so, so long.

Beast knelt beside her, his hard body like a Greek god’s, full of love for her.

Her hands shot to him, she needed to feel every ridge of his muscles, his abs, his naked waist.

She grazed his shaft with her index. It was enough to make him moan. He wanted her so badly, she knew, just as badly as she did.

She pulled him to her, as Mills continued tasting her. She abandoned reason, there were no more questions to ask, nothing mattered but them. They were together, finally.

Mills kissed her legs, only to come back again to her center. They glorified her, she was their goddess, too.

She stopped caressing Beast and brought his shaft to her, the first drop of pre-cum dripped out of his cockhead.

Good.

She put her tongue on his rod and licked him down to the base, then back up to his head. Taking in her mouth the salty taste of his lust.

His hands caressed her cheeks, this wasn’t just fucking. They were making love.

She put his shaft in her mouth, its girth surprised her again. He was so big he filled her completely. Her tongue went around his length, then above and below his head. He was throbbing with delight, eager for more.

But she was only getting started.