Green Broke Woman (37 page)

His voice choked
on that last word. He called her sub while his heart probably screamed slave as
loudly as hers screamed Master.
Damn him.

Jake tickled her
clitoris, joining this orgasm with the other one mounting inside of her. They
would meet in time. She heard the helpless cry of her men and felt their bodies
tense as they pounded deep inside of her, announcing they were going over the
edge.

They cried out
with pleasure as their bodies shook against hers. Jake's testicles smashed
against her bottom while he thrust deeply inside of her, flooding her bowels
with the scalding gush of his release. It felt like lava inside of her, a
flaming iron working its magic until she was branded into a state of erotic
oneness with all of them.

Kayla's orgasm
overtook her. Her cunt and ass squeezed their shafts so tightly she was certain
it would hurt. They seemed titillated by the suction as they roared their
releases. She screamed hers, unable to believe how overwhelming it was to have
both types of orgasms at once while three men came inside of her and she jacked
off a fourth man.

Keith's shaft
throbbed hard against her tongue as he
pulsed
his
release, flooding her mouth with warm, salty knowledge. She swallowed,
surprised at the volume of his load.

Pre-cum
dribbled down Travis's shaft.
He was close, but he hadn't come yet. His elated noises said he was
having a good time, though.

Kayla shuddered
and quaked violently, gasping for air when Keith's dick retreated from her
mouth. She'd normally lick him clean, but the aftershocks bombarding her
inflamed system distracted her from any attempt at reasoning.

Jake's cock
throbbed in her ass as the sizzling sperm oozed in her rectum and all over his
still-inserted organ.

Virgil's legs
shook like the stone pillars must have when Sampson got his strength back and
broke them to pieces.

Kayla's chest was
rouged with passionate color, her skin coated in
a sheen
of sweat that glistened like tantalizing raindrops on her quivering flesh.

She jerked
Travis's cock harder and faster, squeezing and giving the head a slight twist
as he pumped into her grasp.

“Watch him come
all over you, sub,” Jake murmured, kissing and nuzzling her close. “Do you want
to be covered in your Dom's semen?”

“Yes,” she
breathed, trembling with afterglow and the need to see Travis come.

His battered
outcry was cut short, suffocated in a seizure of silence as his face became
possessed with rapture. The throbbing pulse of his release shot out strong and
fast as he erupted in rapid spurts, pelting her breasts and quivering belly
with hot jets of cum.

Kayla's head fell
back against Jake, and her body went languid as he held her.

Virgil disengaged
and knelt between their legs, running his hand up and down her thigh. “That was
mighty fine, honey.”

She let out a
breathless chortle. “Yeah, it was. Oh, wow.”

The other men
agreed. They panted, lying in a sweaty heap of flesh and fulfilled dreams. This
was too powerful. Their touches were earth-moving. It shouldn't be this way. If
she lost them it would devastate her ... as Master Hugh's leaving would.

On the other hand,
if she didn't have any of them it would absolutely destroy her.

Cooling seed
thickened and oozed on her sweaty skin. Fucked, objectified, owned. The words
riled her sex drive and seduced her into a calm state of complete surrender.
She was all of those things, but more importantly she was loved beyond measure.

Chapter Fourteen: Who Is Black Dragon?

Kayla walked into the barn where she knew
Jake was doing chores. “Jake?”

The barn was quiet, but she'd been certain he
was in here. Her eyes bugged out of her head when she saw him lying on the
ground motionless. She hurried toward him, dropping to her knees. Blood seeped
from the side of his head.

“Jake!”

A gruff, slime-laced voice broke through the
stillness. “Did you miss my dick, cunt?”

She screamed when she saw Slade come out of
hiding with a gun pointed at her.
“You.
How did you
find me?”

“Your job application had this address on it.
Beck had it on file.”

The feeling drained from her body when she
recalled that she'd used the
Langleys
as a reference
when she'd applied to be Beck's personal assistant. She ran her fingers through
Jake's dark hair. Slade had killed him, her Jake. Slade must die.

“Beck's dead. Some freak who calls himself
Black Dragon killed him,” Slade informed her, still aiming the handgun at her.

Kayla's head jerked up. Black Dragon killed
Beck Hammond? Why?

“Guess it's just you and me now, slut.” Slade
grabbed his crotch with his free hand. “Did these cowboys teach you any new
tricks?”

She stood slowly, wiping away her tears.
“Yeah, they taught me one.”

She walked slowly toward Slade and punched
him in the groin, trying to get the gun from him while she screamed for help.
No way in hell was she running when he'd just shot one of her loves. Slade
needed to die, even if she had to in the process. She wasn't running anymore.

“Feisty bitch,” he growled. “I'm
gonna
have the time of my life beating the shit out of
you.”

She clawed at his face, punched his crotch
again, and drew blood with her nails when she scratched his cheek. “You son of
a bitch, you'll never hurt anyone again!”

“Except you, cunt.
I'm
gonna
ram my
dick into you so hard it comes up your throat.”

“Don't touch me!” She bit his hand when he
tried to silence her.

He cried out and threw her on the ground,
cocking the hammer on his gun. “If you don't come quietly, I'm
gonna
shoot you in the fucking leg. I don't need you
healthy. I just need you alive.”

She shuddered as bile rose up her throat, and
her eyes burned with agony when she saw Jake lying lifeless on the ground. A
shot rang out, and she screamed, supposing Slade had shot her. Seeing the gun
fall from his grip and blood pouring down his hand, she realized he hadn't shot
her. Someone shot him.

Keith walked toward them, holding a gun. “Get
away from her, now.”

Slade grabbed his injured hand. “Who the
fuck are
you—one of her fuck buddies?”

“I'm the man who's
gonna
put you in the ground.”

“Keith!” Master Hugh came hobbling in. “We
need him for questioning.”

Keith's features and body tensed with
aggravation.

Kayla crawled to Jake, sobbing and checking
his pulse. “He's alive.”

Travis ran in and dropped to his knees next
to Jake. “God, Jake! Is he all right?”

“He's alive, but how?” she asked.

Master picked up a shovel with a scant trace
of blood on it. “Jake wasn't shot. He was hit with this. He'll be fine. Travis,
get him to the hospital. Kayla, go with him. Keith and I are going to extract
some information from this bottom-dweller.”

Travis and Kayla pulled Jake up, and Travis
did his best to carry his brother over his shoulder. She followed him, glancing
back at the three men left in the barn. Slade had been shoved into a chair with
Keith and Master Hugh standing in front of him.

“I
ain't
telling
you cocksuckers
nothing
.” Slade spat at them.

Master had his back to her as he calmly said
“Shut the door, Kayla.”

She left the barn and ran after Travis.

****

Kayla held Jake's hand, relieved when he woke
up in the hospital bed with no apparent brain damage.

“Kayla?” He gave her an affectionate smile when
he saw her. “Baby, what happened?”

“What do you remember?”

He reflected for a moment. “This son of a
bitch came out of nowhere and hit me on the head with something.”

“That was Slade, my old bodyguard. Keith and
Mast—your
uncle Hugh are
questioning him.” She kissed
the top of Jake's hand, breathing in the scent of his skin. “I was so scared
when I saw you lying on the ground like that, not moving. I'm so glad you're
okay.”

His fingers threading through her hair felt
soothing. “Did he hit me with a shovel or something?”

She nodded, lifting her head to see his
handsome face. “Yeah, but the doctor said you're fine. He wants to run a few
more tests before you leave and you'll have to stay here a little while until
they make sure you're okay.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

Travis walked back into the room. “Hey,
you're up. You feel okay?”

Jake nodded once with an easy half smile.
“It's just a scratch.”

“Pretty nasty looking scratch.”
Travis handed Kayla a water bottle. “Here
you go,
darlin
'.”

“Thanks.” She took a long drink, surprised
when Master Hugh and Keith walked into the room.

“The
asshole's
in
custody,” Keith announced gruffly, still seeming riled up.

Kayla sighed in relief. Slade was behind bars,
and Beck was dead. They would never hurt her or any other women again. “Slade
didn't talk, did he?”

“Oh, he talked,” Master told her. “Apparently
my old Russian friend, psycho Romanov killed Beck Hammond because he let you
get away and almost blow their cover.”

“How did Black Dragon know Beck?” she asked.
“I never met anybody with a Russian accent.”

“Slade didn't know anything about Romanov,
only that Beck knew him,” Master Hugh replied. “He knew about My Fairytale,
though.”

“What is it?” she asked, growing anxious.

Keith's expression darkened with loathing and
repulsion. “It's an underground organization the Romanov bastard helped start.
Basically you send them a description of the type of woman you want, personality,
looks, and habits, and they find someone like that for you.”

“Or you can send them a photo of someone you have
in mind,” her Master added. “They kidnap people's dream women and sex fantasies
for them. I was right about the tape. The names on the board were names of some
of the victims. The colors were the team members Romanov intends to kill. Slade
didn't know anything about that part, only some of the women that were
abducted. But I know Black Dragon. He intends to finish what he started, ending
with me.”

Her chest hurt. “Did Slade say where he was?”

“No,” Master replied.

Virgil Paisley burst into the room. “I came
as soon as I got your message. Where's that skuzzy dick?”

“He's in custody. Gretchen and Miranda were
victims of My Fairytale like we told you on your voice mail,” Keith informed
him.

Virgil's face paled and then darkened. “What
about Sadie?”

“We don't know,” Keith answered. “We don't
know where our mom is either. Slade said the numbers on the tape are
coordinates. Uncle Hugh and I looked them up. Unfortunately those coordinates
are just to the locations the women disappeared from, not where they're being
held.”

“Shit,” Virgil muttered, removing his white
cowboy hat long enough to run his fingers through his hair before donning the
Stetson again.

“We'll find them,” Kayla promised. “All of
them. We're a lot closer now. Did Slade know where Bruce Callaghan was?”

“No. He just said he disappeared after they
all split up when you escaped,” Keith said grimly. “We'll catch him, though.
The police will I mean.”

Jake finally spoke. “Who found me lying in
the barn?”

“Kayla did,” Travis told him. “Keith said she
fought like a little tiger to avenge you.”

Jake paled, grappling for her hand. “You
could have been killed. Why weren't you?”

Kayla smiled and squeezed his hand. “I just
wanted him dead after what he did to you. Keith walked in and shot Slade before
he could hurt me.”

Jake blinked, appearing caught off guard
before his dark eyes flickered over to Keith. “Keith saved you?”

She nodded, beaming over at her damaged
cowboy turned savior. “Yep, he's a hero.”

“Any of us would have done that,” Keith said.

Master swished his cane around. “All right
everybody out except Keith. Jake has humble pie to eat.”

Jake scowled. “Fuck you, uncle.”

Hugh winked at him and herded Virgil, Travis,
and Kayla out of the room.

****

A crooked grin tilted Keith's lips up when
Uncle Hugh winked at him before shutting the door behind him as he left. Keith
turned to face his older brother, shaking his head. “He's not exactly subtle,
is he?”

Jake snorted and rolled his eyes. “Like an
elephant.”