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“No, you don’t have to ask.” Sitting up with their help, she blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to her surroundings. She saw people smiling and moving away from their scene area, but didn’t have the energy to get embarrassed over what they saw and heard. She spotted Morgan on her right, tethered on the St. Andrew’s cross, her body shuddering under the onslaught of Jack’s possession. Her gaze shifted to Marc and Scott and their undeniable erections. “Um, what about you, sir? Don’t you want to…”
“Most definitely we want to,” Marc answered, his grin wicked when she floundered. He’d have to remember how multiple orgasms left her so flustered. “Come with us, Cassie. We’ll go someplace a little more private.”
They each took her hands and led her outside to the whirlpool. The evening had cooled, as it does in the mountains even in summer months, and goosebumps rose on her bare, damp skin.
“You look cold, sweetie. In you go.” With a hand on her butt, Scott guided her down into the heated, swirling water.
She leaned back and watched in appreciation as both men stripped and joined her, their jutting erections already seeping. When they stood in front of her, she needed no encouragement to lean forward and take Marc’s cock into her mouth
while gripping Scott’s with her hand. Their deep moans added to her pleasure, sounded loud with only the occasional hoot from an owl to disturb the quiet night as she alternated sucking and stroking each of them, taking her time to find their pleasure spots and concentrate on those areas to drive them as crazy as they had her.
She already knew Marc liked having the underside of his cock head licked and discovered Scott enjoyed a tight grip around his shaft. Both men loved the swirl of her tongue over their slit and her hands cupping their balls. Cassie was enjoying herself so much, she protested when they pulled away from her and Marc lifted her onto the padded edge of the tub.
“As much as we were enjoying that, darlin’, we have other plans for you.” With a hand between her breasts, he pushed her back to brace herself on her arms.
Without giving her time to wonder what they had in mind, Scott moved behind her, tilted her head back and straddled her face. Opening for his cock, she took him deep, relieved he kept hold of the base of his dick to keep from choking her. Marc lifted her legs, draping them over his broad shoulders before he gripped her buttocks and plunged balls deep inside her. She felt every ridge of his bare cock as he stroked her slick walls, and she relished gaining his trust even as she bemoaned the time it took. Moaning around the hard shaft filling her mouth, she accepted their thrusts, her body coming alive again with each deep stroke and the knowledge of Marc’s trust.
This time the men concentrated on their own pleasure, but she had no trouble becoming aroused and joining them. With grunts and groans, the two of them used her body for their satisfaction and she gladly accepted their possession of her. Scott came first, his come shooting down her throat as his rigid length jerked in her mouth with his shout of release. Cassie lifted her head as he pulled out of her mouth and braced herself against Marc’s increasing thrusts. With her legs draped over his shoulders and her butt elevated by his hands, she could do nothing but take his assault and enjoy the climax she felt coming on. Face as hard as his cock, he kept his gaze glued to their joined bodies as he brought them both to a shattering climax.
Cassie sank back into the whirlpool, sighing as the warm water flowed around her aching body and lulled her into complacency. With the men seated on each side of her, she rested her head back on Marc’s arm and started to drift off when a voice she recognized startled all three of them.
“I warned you to come back to me, Cassie.”
Incredulous, she jerked upright, swiveling around to stare in shock at the man holding a gun on the three of them. “Greg?”
* * *
Jack looked around the club room again then sought Jake Combs, the one who booked this group and knew everyone, his sixth sense kicking in big time. Spotting him on a sofa with his sub, he grabbed Morgan’s hand and made his way to him.
“What’s wrong?” Morgan asked, knowing when Jack was worried.
“I need to check on someone. Jake,” he said, stopping in front of the other couple. “I need a word with you about Mason Gregory.”
“Who?” Jake asked as he rose to speak with him.
“A guy named Mason Gregory checked in Wednesday, after all of you, but I haven’t seen him since. What do you know about him?”
“Nothing. I’ve never heard of anyone by that name. He must have learned about our trip from someone else and wheedled in on our reservations. I’m sorry, Jack.”
“Shit. Keep an eye on things in here, will you? I’ve got to find Marc.” Jack turned to Morgan, his face tight with worry. “Stay here and don’t budge until I return.” Hurrying upstairs, he looked for Marc, finding him when he glanced out the window to check the hot tub. Swearing a blue streak, he grabbed the rifle he used to scare off bears and for protection. Cursing for not listening to the warning bells ringing in his head all evening as he checked off everyone showing up for the party and never saw Mason Gregory, he ran back downstairs and out the front so he could come up on them unawares.
* * *
“Greg, what are you doing?”
Marc and Scott had risen and eyed the threat to them, their low curses rife with anger for letting their guard down. “Do you know this idiot, Cassie?” Marc didn’t bother masking his derision, his gaze cool on the blond-haired man.
“I was her master until she betrayed me.” He drilled Cassie with a glacial look. “Wade blackballed me from all clubs after your little temper tantrum over the cane. You’ll pay for that and for not heeding my warnings to come back to me.”
“You? You’re my stalker?” Cassie rose, uncaring about her nudity as she stared at him in disbelief, finding it hard to believe she made such an impression on him or he’d blame her for ignoring her safeword. “I said cherry over and over, but you ignored me!” she exclaimed in outrage. “You deserved to be tossed out of there.” She didn’t know where her bravado came from because inside she quaked so hard she felt sick with fear. Maybe being flanked by two men who outweighed Greg helped lend her the courage she needed to face her tormentor. She had cowered away from this man once; she refused to let him see her that way again.
“Cassie.”
She ignored Marc’s warning, intent on holding her own. “Greg, I told you up front I wanted Marc, it was him I was there to learn for,” she stated, ignoring the tight squeeze Marc gave her arm as he shoved her behind him then released her to shield her with his body planted in front of her.
“I don’t care what you told me. Come here, Cassie.” Greg aimed the gun at Marc. “Or your boyfriend gets the first bullet.”
“No! I’ll come with you.” Panic and insurmountable fear for both Marc and Scott enabled her to dart around them before either could stop her. Stepping out of the tub, shaking from the cool air and terror, she took one shaky step toward him before her nerve deserted her and left her rooted in place.
