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Dean’s thick length stretched her ultra-sensitive tissues and had her mouth and eyes widening with a gasp. Dean stepped closer. Sam pulled her leg higher, and this time when the thrust came, Kimberly’s head fell back against Sam with a helpless cry she’d never heard come out of her mouth before. Dean hit that same spot again, and Kimberly’s arms flailed as her vision blurred.
Sam’s hips worked counterpoint to Dean’s. He still had his pants on, but that didn’t stop what he was doing from blowing her mind. The thick steel of his cock ground between her cheeks, stimulating nerve endings that shot her into another stratosphere.
One of their cocks may have been sheathed, but they both took her. Their hips crashed together with hers between them like a rock on the shore of a storm-ravaged sea. They ground against her and used their weight and hers to impale her on their shafts. Their mouths and hands were everywhere. Dean pressed her against Sam’s chest, gripped her hips in two iron clamps, and levered his torso back. Sam groaned, took more of her weight with a relishing sound, and lifted her leg even higher.
Dean was going to come. Kimberly could feel it; she could sense the urgency growing in him, see the tension building in his tightly muscled body like a coiled spring, and she felt it deep inside. Where he pounded into her, he swelled, filled her with heat and the promise of the coming explosion.
“Yes!” she begged. “God, yes, please, Dean. Come.” She hardly breathed the last word, the men’s hands had tightened, and so had their rigid bodies. With a roar, Dean lifted her the rest of the way off the ground and pummeled his hips into hers. The heat was immense, the force of his passion leaving her breathless, and she hung helpless to do anything but tremble between their huge straining bodies as her own flew apart in yet another mind-emptying climax.
It took several minutes of the three of them teetering together like drunks on a life raft before Kimberly turned her head to look at Sam with concern.
“Samuel?” she questioned and shifted to skim her nails lightly down his abs. He caught her hand with a hungry sound and brought her fingers to his mouth, where he kissed them with warm affection.
“Hmmm, no need, sweetheart.” There was a charmingly rueful expression on his face. “It hasn’t happened since I was about fourteen, but you already took care of me quite a while ago.”
Dean chuckled, but it was a warm, sexy sound and had her looking back at him over her shoulder.
“I can’t blame you for that, brother,” he said, looking Kimberly up and down like she was fine art or a perfectly cooked steak. “I can’t blame you at all for that.” Kimberly’s bubble of happiness burst, and she jolted as she suddenly remembered their audience and jerked her gaze to the fallen log. It was empty. Thank God.
“It’s all right,” Sam told her and rubbed her arms as if she were chilled. “He’s long gone. I think he got bored when he saw we weren’t going to beat on you first.”
“God.” Kimberly shuddered in revulsion as she remembered Grungy. She stooped for her discarded clothing. Skimpy as the garments were, she did not want to get caught naked with this crowd. “He’s so revolting. How in the world did that creep ever get a woman into bed, let alone into a BDSM relationship with him?”
She wanted to ask them if he was one of their suspects, but they’d drilled into her the importance of not mentioning anything related to the case outside of their place. So, Kimberly filed her questions and observations away for dissection later. For now, she just wanted to get out of these fucking woods.
CHAPTERTWELVE
By the timeDean walked Kimberly into the cabin with Sam guarding her flank, he could pretty much feel his legs again. He’d cleared the cobwebs from his head before they left their clearing. He and Sammy had to stay sharp.Can’t believe these bastards brought guns to their game, he thought with rancor. Fucking animals.
He’d been ready to drag Kimberly to the ground at the slightest sound. Thankfully, they’d made it back without incident. They’d heard others in the dark. Shouts rattled the trees in every direction—some in ecstasy, some in pain. Undercover was never harder than when his only option was to do nothing.
The dank room smelled of old wood and engine grease. Two women were in chains, not ropes. One was spread eagle on the floor, shackles on both wrists and ankles. She’d already been flogged excessively by the time they walked in, her back a ruin of welts and bruising. She had globs of what had to be spittle on her abused flesh and dripping from her tangled blonde hair. The asshole with the gun was taking a leak on her.
Against the far wall, the other sub was strung up with her hands stretched so far above her head that her toes barely reached the floor. The sadistic fuckhead in front of her was hanging weights from her nipples that looked as if they were going to tear the things right off.
Dean felt Kimberly shudder next to him, and Sam sidled up behind her to pull her close to his chest. Dean approved. Kimberly was never supposed to be involved in this part of the investigation. He’d known all along that her involvement in any aspect could lead to this, but he always planned to find some way to keep her out in the end. He hadn’t been prepared for how fucking scared it would make him to see her in danger.
It wasn’t just that as a civilian with no training, she was like a lamb to slaughter in this place; it was that it was Kimberly.
Sam had called it almost from the first briefing after Dean’s initial therapy session with her. He picked up on the way Dean talked about the new, curvy blonde client with her infectious sense of humor and bullet-fast wit. Dean had known it too, and he fought the attraction like hell. Kimberly’s own agenda however had dovetailed with theirs, and now they were all on a path none of them were getting off any time soon. She was caught in this web, and he was prepared to lay down his life to get her out of it.
They meandered to station themselves in the back corner, their backs to the wall, and both the front and a glimpse of the back doors could be seen. Inside, he may have been fragmenting with fear for Kimberly, but on the outside, he kept his senses icepick-sharp. In the middle of his inner panic for her, he felt Kimberly’s nails slink up his shoulder, his neck, and into his hair. He wanted to turn and look at her, but he wasn’t about to take his eyes off this room. Her silky arms wrapped around his neck, and that decadent body of hers pressed against his like heaven made into flesh.
Her lips brushed his ear in a wonton kiss. “I know this place.” She breathed words of intrigue into his ear like a temptress. “She told me about this room. They might be here.” Kimberly wiggled against him, shimmied like a sex-hungry cat, and Dean’s fear for her evaporated. When she lowered enough to rub her gorgeous breasts over his cock, she lifted her lashes and met his gaze with her own. In that look, she told them she was ready to burn the place to the ground if that’s what it took.
Dean fucking loved this woman. He scooped a hand under that fall of honey she called hair and cradled her head. They never broke eye contact when he brought her up for a kiss, their mouths meeting with both passion and promise. They would end this together.
“Woohooo!” the creep with the gun chortled. “Looks like you boys didn’t finish the job out there in the woods. Want me ta finish her up fer ya?” Now that he finished pissing on his woman, he zipped up and stepped over her. Three men opened up their flies and began to relieve themselves now that her Dom had finished with her. The spent woman didn’t even flinch.
Dean withheld his sneer at the way the asshole just walked away from his sub and left her to the mercy of three men. Still restrained, for Christ’s sake. Kimberly shuddered.
“Naw, man,” Sam told the smaller man coldly. “We’re good. That there is what you call a grateful sub. You might want to see what happens when you’re nice to one of yours for a change.”
“Shee-it.” The shorter man only smiled like he’d been told a halfway decent joke. “What would I wanna do that fer?”
Dean had never wanted to punch someone so bad in his life. He looked around, kept his expression bored, but took in every detail of the single room and rickety stairs. The little he could glimpse of the kitchen looked as ancient as the rest, and he wondered how in the hell this place managed running water when he heard a toilet flush.
“So, is this it then?” He kept his disdain mild, didn’t want to offend but at the same time wanted to maintain the elevated status Kimberly brought them. “The afterparty in full swing, is it?” Most of the girls were weeping, the men drinking and ignoring them, and the two who remained tied up were now quietly crying where they’d been abandoned.
