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He grimaced and hugged her. “I was so horny I couldn’t stop.”

“We both were. Hey, it was just once. No worries.”

“Right.” He kissed her forehead. “Let’s not let it wreck our weekend.”

She looked up, the motion making her nipples rasp against his chest curls. She gulped at the zing that rippled across her belly and between her legs. Pushing everything else out of her mind but pleasure, she looked at her friends in the swing.

Candy, two of Adam’s fingers in her bottom, his thumb in her vagina, leaned her head back. She panted with her mouth open, eyes jammed shut and back arched. Adam, oblivious of anything but increasing her pleasure, looked totally besotted.

“Candy seems to like what Adam’s doing.”

Bryan nodded. His cock twitched against her thigh, slowly rising to attention.

“She says she feels every inch, in and out, when we’re both in her,” he murmured. “Says it takes a while to get used to it, but the orgasms are fantastic.” He turned to face Kaela. “You know what the butt plug does to your G-spot? Imaging how much better it would be with two hot cocks sliding in and out, all those nerve endings firing at once, until we come together.”

He reached his long arms down her back and parted her cheeks.

When he lightly scratched a fingernail over her anus, she clenched, catching his hand between her cheeks for a moment.

“I guess it’s time I tried it, then.” She swallowed hard, her pulse racing.

Bryan caught her chin and lifted it so he could look her in the
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eyes. “Oh, sweetling, I was hoping you’d say that. We brought everything with us just in case. How ’bout we watch these two finish and head to the hotel? We’ll grab a shower and some food, get some sleep, and be all ready for some morning glory.”

“Sounds good.”

His blue eyes darkened into deep wells, drawing her down. She’d drown in them if she wasn’t careful and never escape.

“Tomorrow we’ll show you what you’ve been missing.”

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In spite of great intentions, Mother Nature blew away their plans.

By eight the next morning, they were on the road, chains on their tires as a north wind pushed them home before another winter storm.

Candy laughed about the same thing happening two years earlier.

A month went past and still no foursome. Though working hard outdoors all day tired him out, Bryan had been pleasant to her and they’d been able to make love a few times. But he hadn’t spoken of the future and neither had she. In fact, she had yet to tell him she had a “best before” date that ran out in April. Only a few weeks to go.

Candy was home for her spring break. She worked on her final projects, but for once, had time to relax. Encouraged with a nudge-nudge, wink-wink, Doc and Madge did the grandparent thing, taking the three children for a mid-week break. They insisted grandbabies kept them young.

Tonight was the night for their first four-play. The last few nights, Bryan and Adam disappeared into the adult playroom right after supper to plan. The children left after an early lunch, and everyone had taken a quiet nap. Alone.

Now late afternoon, the early sunset darkened the windows above the women as they lolled in the jungle pool. After a light meal the four of them shared the spa, but the men climbed out after fifteen minutes to “put the final touches on the evening” as Adam put it.

“Hey, Candy?”

“Mmmm?”

“Any idea what might happen tonight? I mean, what role stuff the guys might do?”

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“Considering we’re both wearing butt plugs, my guess is a Roman orgy. To-ga! To-ga!” chanted Candy quietly.

“Did they take the white sheets I just washed?”

“You think they’d use sheets instead of a proper toga costume?

Come on, they love to dress up.” Candy sat up to emphasize her point, squeaking when her butt plug shifted.

“Big boys who didn’t get enough play time when they were kids?”

“None of us did, hon. Maybe that’s why we enjoy it so much.”

Kaela let Candy’s words slide past her without dwelling on them.

“Do you think they’d do something to get us back for Missoula?”

“In a heartbeat.” Candy grinned and waggled her eyebrows.

“Though they had a great time, they weren’t in control. Being macho, Neanderthal beat-the-chest types, they need to,” Candy held up her hands to make quote marks in the air, “re-establish their dominance.”

“Ouch.”

“Come on, admit you love the thought of Bryan throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you kicking and screaming back to his lair to ravish you thoroughly.”

Kaela’s breasts tingled when her nipples hardened in response.

She hated losing control, so why did the thought of Bryan roaring his possession of her turn her on so much?

No matter what they threatened, she knew neither man would intentionally hurt her. Erotic spanking didn’t count, and it only stung for a few moments.

“Did you hear that?” Candy turned her head, scanning the dark foliage.

“Sounded like one of the cats.”

“No, it’s something much larger.” Candy slid down under the water, her smile broad. “I guess I was wrong about the Roman orgy.”

Another louder rustle sent Kaela’s heart racing even faster.

“Maybe ‘me Tarzan, you Jane?’”

“Whatever, prepare to be invaded.”

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* * * *

“Hit the breaker.”

Dressed in full combat gear, Major Bryan Raman gave the order into his shoulder mic and the jungle went dark. He focused on the sudden shrieks and splashes from the far corner.

“Breaker off. Moving into position.” Captain Adam Richardson’s voice was equally quiet and steady. Bryan’s night-vision goggles allowed him to creep through the thick foliage separating them from their quarry.

The ex-Special Forces duo used their hard-won skills to bring home senior company officials taken for ransom overseas. For their own reasons, they also stole back children of custodial parents from places where the law was useless. They only charged what the mom could pay. He and Adam hadn’t wanted to take this last-minute job, but they needed the money to continue their
pro bono
work.

Working almost non-stop for months, they’d gone without a lot.

Sex was on the top of the “must-have” list. Their present clients, a pair of husbands, said their wives had swindled them out of millions of dollars. After cleaning out the bank accounts, the wives took off on an adventure vacation. They’d sent an e-mail saying they were taken hostage, but the husbands insisted otherwise. The husbands wanted their wives taught a lesson for running away, as well as their money back.

When their clients insisted the “lesson” be sexual, the job suddenly looked too good to be true. They’d never hurt a woman, but unless they were told “no” in very strong terms, they intended to release some sexual tension. The clients were such weasels that Bryan and Adam figured the women would welcome some he-man one-on-one. Or, even better, two-on-two, or whatever combination felt good.

Bryan ignored the feminine gasps of fear as he crept closer to the waterfall. The fact the women were unguarded suggested, as their husbands had insisted, the women were there by choice. He peered
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through the last layer of jungle. Broken pieces of an almost-full moon reflected from the rippling water as the women moved restlessly.

One of them stood, peering around. He swallowed a gulp. The formal photos provided had hinted at luscious curves. The curly-haired one, Michaela, looked far too good to a man who’d gone without sex for months.

“Alpha clear.” Adam’s voice whispered into his left ear via the comm link. With long practice, he ignored his body’s demand for action and continued his job.

“Bravo clear. On my signal.”

As if reading his mind, the women climbed from the pool. They peered around for a moment before pulling on thin, light-colored robes. They took a few hesitant steps toward their captors, unaware of the danger.

Good. Hauling naked, wet females from a hot pool wouldn’t be easy. The fabric would also make carrying a squirming, sexy bundle less of a pain than he’d expected. Major Bryan removed his goggles, gave a short whistle, and rose to his feet in front of the curly-haired one.

She opened her mouth to shriek, but he clamped his hand over her mouth and rolled her back into his chest. When she lifted her hands to grab his wrist, he snapped on handcuffs. A squawk and rustle to his left proved that Captain Adam had done the same to his target.

He carried his outraged captive through the jungle until he passed the compound’s gates. Now in relative safety, he hauled her over his shoulder, head down. Soft breasts pressed against his back. He patted the ample backside and slid his hand down her legs to hold them snug.

It left her mouth free, and she used it. They were far enough from the compound that no one could hear. She hit him as best she could while wearing handcuffs. He pulled another set of restraints from his hip pocket and snapped them on her ankles, stopping her kicking attempts.

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Her colorful language proved she was no innocent. The other one must have got in a good blow because he heard a muttered “shit!”

behind him.
Damn
. He wanted to keep their knowledge of English a secret until the women were stashed away in their base camp bunker.

By the time the bunker door locked behind them, Bryan’s captive had run through her curses and started over again. They weren’t near as inventive as what his buddies in the Unit had come up with over the years, but not bad for a society trophy wife.

He used the pale glow of the lamp to find his way across the windowless room. He unsnapped one handcuff, ran it behind a bar at the foot of the bed, and reattached it so her hands were held in front.

Adam did the same with his woman. Bryan glared a warning not to kick before bending and removing her ankle restraints.

She glared back. Her light blue gown gaped, giving him a good view. His cock twitched in his camo pants. They were loose for ease of movement, but not enough for this temptation. Space for his third leg was not required in their usual training exercises.

“What are you going to do with us?”

Red held her head high as if to look down her nose at him. The clients said their wives were gold diggers, lower class trash that married rich businessmen to get ahead. He understood about escaping that life—he’d done the same through the Army. But he received excellent training, worked his way through the ranks, and gained respect.

Their husbands didn’t respect them at all. The way the men told it, their wives were blood-sucking leeches, whining and demanding the best of everything while giving nothing in return. Neither woman had even kissed their husbands in months. Neither he nor Adam would ever force a woman into sex, but the two in their grasp had all signs they were ripe for plunder. Force would not be necessary.

The way the women carried themselves, as if with inborn confidence, made him wonder at the story their husbands told. Never mind, he and Adam were doing nothing illegal. The wives had
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disappeared and their husbands were concerned for their safety. Why and how they returned home was unimportant. What he and Adam did with the women didn’t matter as long as the women were satisfied afterwards. They’d have no problem satisfying these two. His cock twitched in agreement.

“Your husbands hired us to, ah, ‘rescue’ you,” said Adam.

“Ha! We don’t need or want rescue. We ran away from them,”

said the short, dark-haired one. Candice, according to his records. A nice package, but he preferred the tall, curly redhead. Michaela. He’d bet her father was named Michael and wanted a son. The way her hard nipples pressed against the thin silk of her gown, she was all female.

“Don’t blame you wanting to get clear of your weasel husbands,”

he said. “Even ten minutes of their whining was too much. I don’t understand why beautiful women marry rich assholes instead of making their own life. You like being his trophy wife?”

“We’re not trophy wives! We brought money into our marriage”

said Candice. “We thought they loved us, but all they wanted was our bodies and our cash. We both want divorces. Are you’re taking us home now?”

“Nope,” said Adam. “We took the contract and we’ll finish it.”

“But you said you were here to rescue us. What else would you do?”

Her wide eyes, taut nipples, and breathy voice suggested Adam’s captive had the same idea he did. After seeing the two wimps they married, he and Adam looked damn good.

“We’ll take you home, but not until we’re finished.” Adam trailed his fingers over the nipple jutting toward him, and she moaned and arched for more, “And we want a personal reward.”

The red-head, Michaela, gasped. Bryan stepped close, crowding her. Lip quivering, she glared, challenging him by inhaling deep, thrusting her chest at him. He ran a knuckle, slowly and deliberately, down her cheek and neck to her shoulder. He used the fingertips of
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one hand from that point, drifting down to capture the breast peeking from her silky robe. She trembled, but didn’t resist.

He pulled her belt. It slipped its loops and fell to the floor. She shivered when he used the backs of his hands to draw the robe open.

He inhaled, nostrils flaring, and looked down. Hard-nippled breasts begged for his hands, so he obliged. They were just his size, small with large nipples. He used his thumbs to flick them. Her initial gasp became a moan.

He slid his palms up and over her shoulders. Her robe dropped behind, caught at hip level by her handcuffed wrists.

It was his turn to moan.

She looked at him, nostrils flaring and blue eyes dark with need.

He slid his hands over her hips then back to clasp her rear cheeks.