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“Yes!” she said loudly, and he thrust into her. He was relentless in his strokes. Over and over again he somehow moved deeper, penetrating her as she felt like his cock hit her womb and scraped against her inner muscles.
“Oh God, Duke, it’s too much. I’m going to come.”
“Fucking come then. Spread that cream all over my cock, baby. I want every bit of your sweetness.” He lowered his head to her neck and shoulder, grabbed hold of her hips and ass, spread her cheeks, and thrust into her hard and fast. She was moaning and coming and shaking in excitement and overload.
“Duke!” She screamed his name and he thrust two more times before following suit, growling her name against her ear and neck as he exploded inside of her.
Duke kept kissing and licking her neck and ear, he lowered to her breasts then back up to her chin and lips while she continued to try and catch her breath.
“So perfect. Never like this, baby. Never like this.” He licked across her nipple, pulling the tip and making her jump.
“Hey,” she reprimanded. When they locked gazes, she saw a playful side of Duke she would love to bring out in him again and again.
“I could stay inside of you forever,” he whispered.
She was about to respond when his cell phone rang.
“Yeah?” he said into the phone as he slowly pulled out of her.
He grabbed his boxers and pants as he walked toward the doorway trying to listen to the call. Grace started to get dressed as she watched him. He gave a few noncommittal yesses and no’s then closed up the phone. He released a not so quiet sigh then turned to her. The smile on his face was forced.
“Sorry, baby, but I have to get back to work.” He walked over to her, lifted her up so she was standing on the bed, and helped her get her shorts on. When he held her hips and looked down into her eyes, he smiled.
“Stay off the laptop. I’ll have Big Jay set up a secure line and go over your e-mails with you.”
“Go over them with me? I may need some privacy.”
His expression once again was stern and that wall he kept up except when making love to her returned.
“No secrets. We need to be aware of everything and everyone in your life. Anything could become a potential threat.” He kissed her lips then picked her up, placed her feet on the rug and caressed her chin before leaving the room.
Grace stood there after he left and couldn’t help feeling as if she were in prison or perhaps were the one under surveillance and monitoring.
* * * *
Sometime later she recovered from the confrontation with Duke and headed downstairs to take some pictures. She figured doing something she enjoyed would help to stay positive and not get bored.
The men got caught up in some work and had given her a large yellow folder filled with hundreds of pictures of potential suspects. He told her to take her time looking at each one to see if any of them looked familiar. A couple of hours passed and she was unsuccessful. After a while she thought a lot of the pictures looked familiar. It was no use. She had looked at all of them and came up with squat. She washed her hands and face in the bathroom sink and applied some facial lotion. She felt rejuvenated and decided to go downstairs to start dinner.
There was a nice Bose radio in the kitchen and Grace turned it on.
The sounds of doo-wop and the old rock ’n’ roll music echoed through the kitchen and Grace hummed along to the sounds of Jackie Wilson and “Lonely Teardrops.”
Grace opened the maple cabinet to the right of the stove and found some pans to begin cooking. She located the spice cabinet and searched through the various McCormick and Napa Valley spices until she found all the ingredients she needed.
Apparently either the men really did know how to cook or someone cooked for them when they were up here at their cabin. She was surprised by the instant jealous emotion she felt thinking about Duke, Sandman, and Big Jay with another woman or women. God, could they have done this kind of thing before? She sure did jump into bed with them quickly. What would come of this situation? She called it a situation because she couldn’t call it a relationship. It was based on lust, sex, and five days alone in a house in the middle of the woods somewhere. Maybe they weren’t so deserted and alone. Sandman said that Big Jay went into town. Town couldn’t be far. She thought about why he went there. The refrigerator and freezer were well stocked along with the pantry. Could he have gone to see someone he knew? A woman perhaps.
That thought annoyed her a little but she had no right to be. Grace tried to ignore her own thoughts. She dipped the cutlets in egg mixed with Parmesan cheese then into a bowl of seasoned breadcrumbs. She understood this was a difficult situation for all of them. They didn’t really know her and she didn’t really know them. It was merely a week and these were not normal circumstances. Now here they were thrown into living together, fighting a natural and spontaneous chemistry that continued to build between them. Getting emotionally and sexually involved with them during such an extreme and dangerous time could be a huge mistake.
Throw in the entire ménage thing and what the hell was she thinking? A relationship like this one was only something she read about. Sure they existed but still, when she thought of having a potential future with a man, it was just that, with one man not three. In all honesty she had thought she would remain alone forever. So what did it matter? The end result would be her alone. They were men. They could move on. She on the other hand would be mortified, heartbroken, and damaged goods. What other man would want her after she’d slept with three men at once? Oh God, only another set of men who liked the same thing, sharing a woman. She felt like vomiting. She didn’t want other men. She wanted Duke, Sandman, and Big Jay. Her own thoughts angered her. She wanted to ignore her emotions and attraction and simply blame the confusion on the current stress in her life. Any of the events alone could lead someone so rational like herself to react irrationally. But she needed them now, wanted them so badly, and it both excited her and annoyed her. No one got under her skin the way they did.
By the time the last chicken cutlet was lightly fried and placed in the large glass baking dish Grace felt like she needed to put on the brakes and slow things down.
She smiled to herself as a bottle of white wine was presented to her from behind. Once again, one of the men snuck up on her undetected. It scared her, thrilled her, and made her smile up at Big Jay.
“I thought this might be good with the chicken. It smells great.” He placed the bottle down onto the counter. He kissed her cheek and then her neck as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. She read the label, “Meridian chardonnay,” until he turned her around.
In a flash he lifted her up, placed her onto the counter, and stepped between her thighs, pressing them open.
