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“Don’t you have a sub of your own to catch?” Sam took a step closer, and Grungy raised the gun and waggled it like he caught Sam cheating.
“Sure,” he said as if lives and rape weren’t in the balance. “Got me a couple out here somewhere. Somebody’s bound to be fuckin’ ‘em by now. I’m looking forward to hearing all about it during their beatin’s tonight. Weren’t you listenin’? The punishments afterward are almost as much fun as this part. Cain’t wait to see what you’re gonna do to this one after havin’ to watch me fuck her.” His cackle was worse than ever at the thought, and Kimberly retched, thinking of this man’s hands on her.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” Dean materialized out of the darkness like a wizard from the mist, and Kimberly wanted to weep with relief.
“Shit, man.” Grungy looked from one to the other, and she could actually see his small mind weighing his options and chances of managing to shoot them both. After a terrifying thirty seconds, he seemed to think better of it and stuffed his gun into his waistband.
“I guess I can wait for my taste until another game. I’m a patient man.” He hiked his scrawny ass up onto the log. “I’ll just settle for a show instead.”
Revolted, Kimberly wanted to flee. She didn’t want this man’s eyes on her any more than she wanted his hands. Dean was there, shielding her from his view. Sam’s warm body moved in from behind, and they enveloped her in warmth, yet still she felt exposed.
“Shh, it’s all right,” Dean murmured. “You’re okay now. We’ve got you. Don’t think about him.”
“Think about us,” Sam said, his hands on her hips. “Think about what we’re doing. Nothing else exists.” She was beyond hearing them though. Beyond caring. She was still scared, and all she wanted was to run and keep running. The way she felt now, she could probably run all the way to LA. She pushed against them. Shook her head in denial of everything that was happening to her.
She needed to run.
Kimberlyhadto run.
She started fighting them.
“She’s panicking,” Dean said. “Sam, hold her.”
“Yeehoo! Y’all better hold ‘er,” Grungy goaded. “She gets loose, I’m back in the game, boys.”
His taunts made her more frantic, and she began to slap at them and try to shove her way past. Sam’s arms wrapped around her from behind like steel bands, and Dean grabbed her face between his big hands and laid his mouth on hers.
She didn’t want that. Kimberly kept her lips sealed tight. She didn’t want any of this, so Dean dragged his mouth to her ear.
“It’s us, goddammit, Kimberly. I’ve got you. Look at us, only us.” It wasn’t anger in his voice. The steady tone held the same desperation she felt, and somehow that frequency reached her. She wasn’t alone, they were in this together, and they hated what was happening as much as she did. That helped her.
Kimberly opened her mouth, not sure what she was going to say, maybe sob and wail, but Sam swallowed the words when he curled his shoulders forward and sealed his lips to hers.
Her head swam, emotions and thoughts swirled, and without warning, terror turned to heat on a dime. His mouth was wider than Dean’s, his lips not quite as pillowy, but he kissed her with a fierce passion that stole her breath and stalled her motor skills. He held her against his tall, muscled form with her head pillowed in the hollow of his shoulder and pillaged her mouth like a Viking. Meanwhile, Dean ran his mouth down her neck, and his hands yanked the sparkly top off before he tossed it to the ground at their feet.
Sam’s hand slipped under her collar and circled her throat, made her moan into his mouth when he held her there, stroked as he continued to kiss the soul right out of her. His tongue dueled with hers, delving in and out of her mouth and filling her head with the taste of him. Dean’s mouth reached her aching breasts, and Kimberly cried out into Sam’s kiss. One of her nipples was engulfed in warm, wet heat while the other was caught in the tight clasp of hard fingers.
Dean held her breasts together and squeezed the mounds against her chest as he ran open-mouthed kisses from one to the other. When he bit down on one hardened tip, Kimberly tore from Sam’s kiss with a cry and arched back. Sam ran his tongue down the side of her exposed neck, sucking and biting along the way, and then it was his hands on her breasts, molding them and squeezing her aching nipples to the rhythm of her pounding heart.
Dean dropped to his knees in front of her and stripped the shorts down her legs as if they offended him, and Kimberly felt the night air only for a second.
He wasted no time. His hands reached for her hips, and he buried his fallen-angel face between her thighs. She shouted at the first silky brush of his tongue on her clit. He burrowed deeper between her legs, opened his mouth wider, and his hands pulled her tight against him. She cried out again, louder. His tongue pressed and swirled over her swollen clitoris, and he sucked and lapped at her folds with such exquisite expertise Kimberly felt her legs start to tremble, and her vision went cloudy as fire raged inside her.
Sam’s hands plucked at her nipples, sending electric shockwaves zinging in a line directly connected to her core. His mouth too never left her body; he brought nerve endings to life in her neck and shoulders she never knew could be so tantalizing. Her hips started a rhythmic thrust against Dean, her body racing for oblivion.
Dean slid a hand between her legs and pumped two fingers deep into her dripping channel. Kimberly reached down to grip a desperate handful of his hair, her body wanting to curl around him, take him into her, and, at the same time, take Sam with her too, as his hands and mouth kept up a constant barrage on other senses.
She grabbed a fistful of Sam’s hair too when Dean added a third finger and increased his pace. Kimberly groaned, jerked. He latched his mouth to her clit and started to suck hard. She screamed. Everything inside her erupted, and she felt the clenching pulse and release of her pussy on his still thrusting fingers and wanted to clamp down on him. She wanted to pull his sucking mouth from her over-sensitized flesh, but Dean kept going, refused her the ease she sought. Kimberly started to buck, but the men held strong and refused to let her go.
It was too much—she couldn’t take it.Oh my God, I feel like I’m going to pee!But when Kimberly came again with a rush of fluid, it wasn’t pee, and she screamed to the heavens in a rapture she’d never dreamed. Her body simply flew apart as the men held her suspended between them, and the universe melted away.
Kimberly knew she wasn’t blind. She knew this, because the trees and the stars beyond them were spinning like she was in a kaleidoscope—so blind, she was not. And apparently, she wasn’t paralyzed either, because she was on her feet, even though she couldn’t feel them. And she couldn’t be deaf, or she wouldn’t be able to hear the animalistic sound of Sam and Dean’s breathing or the pounding of her own heart. She just felt as if she were all those things, as if the orgasms they’d just given her blasted her apart on a molecular level, and her body was still trying to reform itself.
Dean slid to his full height up the length of her, his mouth and hands guiding the way. Sam’s hands went down as his partner’s went up.
Dean cupped her face. “Look at me, Kimberly. Fucking beautiful. So fucking incredible.” His thick fingers slid into her hair, his thumbs under her jaw to tilt her higher for him, and he held her head captive for his kiss. With lips that tasted of her, Dean devastated, devoured her anew, and she clung to him as the fires within her reignited.
Sam’s hands molded her back to his front, and she felt the hard length of him like a brand against her ass. He cupped her thigh, hip, cheek—gripping, massaging, and pulling her into the thrusts he drove against her from behind. Dean’s hands left her face at the same time Sam lifted one of her legs. She was staring straight into his flashing green eyes when he shoved himself into her.
