Their Virgin Captive, Page 4

  Hannah took a deep breath as the airplane finally leveled out.

  Slade released his seat belt and stood. “I’m going to need a drink.” He walked down the aisle and opened a small door, revealing a surprising amount of liquor.

  He poured a couple of inches worth of scotch into three crystal glasses and passed them to his brothers.

  They offered Hannah nothing. Bastards. She wouldn’t curse anywhere but in her own head.

  It wasn’t ladylike, her grandmother had taught her. But deep inside, she was using all kinds of four-letter words to describe the three men who had kidnapped her. Jerks. No, kinky jerks. She’d known that since the minute Dex forced her into the limo and opened his own small suitcase to reveal a rubber ball with ties. He’d threatened to gag her with it, and she’d since refused to speak.

  Besides a ball gag, what else had the big cowboy packed? Probably some rope. She looked between Slade and Dex. She’d heard the rumors. They liked to share the same woman, and they frequented several exotic clubs like the ones in those books on her eBook reader.

  But they weren’t taking her needs into consideration. So she wasn’t going to fantasize about them tying her up and having their rough and ruthless way with her.

  God, what was she thinking? They would laugh their asses off if they knew how often she thought about the three of them. They would laugh even harder if they found out she was a twenty-five-year-old virgin.

  “You read the file?” Dex asked as Slade passed him his drink.

  Slade’s face went hard as he looked her way. That wasn’t good. Slade was the happy brother.

  Gavin was the brooder, and Dex the bruiser. Slade almost always had a smile for her. Now he scowled as he pinned her with his deep blue eyes.

  “I read it. Are we in agreement about how to handle this?”

  “I think the kid gloves are off,” Dex said enigmatically.

  “I think you burned the kid gloves when you hauled her out of the building kicking and screaming,” Gavin said drolly. He took a long swallow of his scotch. “That poor IT guy just about fainted when you shoved past him.”

  Dex gnashed his teeth. “Was that the fucker who offered to fix your computer?” She itched to give them the cold shoulder, but clearly none of them would accept that.

  Something had changed. Her men were on edge, and her self-preservation kicked in. She folded her hands in her lap. She wished Lyle hadn’t witnessed her abduction. What must he be thinking?

  “Yes. Lyle is the head of the help desk. He’d graciously agreed to come to my house tonight to fix my laptop.”

  “Gracious isn’t the word I would use,” Slade said under his breath.

  Her little laptop was currently in its bag, sitting on top of her suitcase in the overhead bin.

  How had Dex gotten her things? And how had he known Lyle was fixing her computer?

  “You broke into my house.” It was the only explanation. Lyle had left her a message on her machine this morning. She hadn’t gotten back to him, and now it looked like she wouldn’t.

  He shrugged his big shoulders negligently. “Yeah. It wasn’t hard. You don’t even have a damn deadbolt.”

  She’d never really needed one and hadn’t thought about it until about a month ago. “Well, now that I know you’re willing to just barge in, I will certainly buy two or three.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” Dex said with a nasty smile. “You won’t be going back there.”

  “What is that supposed to mean?” What the hell was going on?

  Slade turned to her. “Besides, if Dex hadn’t broken in, he wouldn’t have found your cat.” She softened. Her normally sweet cat must have gone through hell because she’d obviously taken a few swipes at her rescuer. “I really do appreciate that. Though, I would have liked to have seen her.”

  “The vet said she was going to be fine,” Gavin said. “Do you have any idea who would want to hurt your cat? She had a knife wound in her gut.”

  She gasped in shock. Tears followed. “No. I don’t know.”

  All three men growled. Hannah shrank back in her seat. Gavin held up the folder she kept by her phone, the one in which she had been storing all her evidence. She winced.

  Dex leaned forward. “You want to amend that statement, darlin’? Because I’m done playing around, and the next lie that comes out of your mouth is going to earn you some punishment.” Punishment? “I don’t like the sound of that, Mr. Townsend.” Liar. She liked it way too much. She was pretty sure everyone in the Boeing could hear her heart pound. “And it’s none of your business.”

  She had to put this on a proper footing. She couldn’t let these men intimidate her. They were her bosses—or had been. She couldn’t go back to work for them now, not after they had kidnapped her. Right? Her grandma’s etiquette lessons hadn’t covered this situation.

  Dex stood up, but Slade held a hand out. “Why don’t we get the full story before we start in on her?”

  Gavin looked between the two of them, an oddly indulgent look on his face. “You really were born far too late, Dex. Genghis Khan could have used you.” Dex eased back into his seat. If the comment bothered him, he didn’t show it. He simply grunted and nodded toward Slade, who turned to her, arms crossed over his wide chest. He reminded her of a prosecuting attorney about to slice and dice an opponent.

  “How long have you known someone was stalking you, Hannah?”

  The silky slide of his voice didn’t fool her. He was pissed off. Maybe it was time to come clean. “About a month.”

  All three men huffed.

  “Tell us.” Gavin didn’t ask. He simply commanded.

  What would it hurt now? Her secret was out, and maybe they could help. Though she wouldn’t admit it, it felt like a huge weight had just lifted off her shoulders. “It was phone calls at first. I would answer but no one was there, just a lot of breathing.”

  “Caller ID?” Dex asked.

  “It showed up as unavailable. He called my home phone, not my cell.” Hannah remembered being annoyed at first. She’d stopped answering the phone. “Then, after a week or so, he left a message, but in a weird voice.”

  Slade sat back in his chair, his hand going to the folder, fingers tapping against it.

  “According to the police report, he used a computer-simulated voice. Burke should be able to get a copy.”

  Hannah took a deep breath and forced herself to go on. “Then I changed my number and made it unlisted. He called me again two days later.”

  “Bastard,” Dex cursed. “He must work for us.”

  “Agreed.” Slade nodded sharply.

  Really? She couldn’t imagine which fellow employee would go to this much trouble to scare her.

  “Hannah sent HR a notification when she changed her number. Besides the three of us, HR

  was the only one with a record.”

  “So it’s likely someone with access to the HR files. We should have known something was going on when she changed her number.” Slade cursed under his breath.

  Dex nodded, then turned back to her. “How many friends have your new number?” She didn’t have a horde of friends, but she did have a few good ones. “Uhm, I told Wendy and Heather. Oh, and a couple of people from work.”

  “We’ll need you to write them all down,” Gavin said.

  “I can do that,” Hannah replied.

  “What about Preston Ward, our CIO? You gave him your number after he kissed you?” Dex arched a brow at her.

  “What the hell?” Slade stood, staring, his expression thunderous. “He what?” Hannah flushed. “I’ve handled that. And no, I didn’t. He must have gotten it from HR.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me he’d come on to you?” Gavin demanded, looking none too pleased.

  She looked at her boss—former boss—trying to understand the reason for this third degree.

  “You’re the CEO. You don’t have time for my troubles.”

  “Like hell,” Gavin snarled.

  Slade�
�s mouth flattened into a thin line that Hannah couldn’t help but think boded ill for her.

  Dex speared her with another stare. “What else haven’t you told us?” She confessed the rest. It was like ripping off a Band-Aid. Once she started, she just wanted to get it over with. She explained that this crazy man had somehow gotten her IM address and had started sending her long notes on her laptop about how beautiful she was and how much he wanted her. He’d called one night in a rage threatening to hurt her because she’d come home late. He’d asked if she’d been out with those perverted brothers.

  “I think he meant you and Slade,” she said, biting her lower lip. Gosh, she didn’t want to offend them. “He obviously doesn’t understand that we just work together.” Slade frowned. “I think he understands all too well.”

  Hannah frowned. What did he mean by that?

  She pressed on. “Then Mr. Snuggles went missing, and I called the police again, but they said they couldn’t do anything since cats run off all the time.” Dex pinned her with his steely gaze, making her feel like a bug he was about to dissect. “Yes, the cops can do very little in a situation like this, which begs one question: Why didn’t you tell us?”

  “It wasn’t your problem. Y’all are very kind to me. It seemed like a crappy thing to pay back your kindness by pulling you into this mess.” Hannah didn’t mention that she desperately wanted them to see her as a capable woman, not a burden. “Besides, I didn’t just call the police. I hired a private investigator.”

  She waited for praise. They would see that she had this handled and they would lighten up.

  Instead, they just stared at her. She tried not to but she squirmed in her seat.

  “His name is Vinny. He came with great references.” The psychic whose shop he worked out of had thrown in a free tarot reading.

  “I think I’ll stick with mine,” Gavin drawled. “But Hannah, a private investigator isn’t protection. You could be assaulted while your private investigator is digging into this.” Hannah reached for her purse, because she had an answer for that, too. Her hand met with cold metal, and she pulled out her brand new pistol. “That’s why I bought this. See? I’m prepared.”

  Gavin turned a shade of white Hannah was certain no living human should ever be. Slade gasped, but Dex was on his feet in an instant, prying the gun away from her.

  “Goddamn it, Hannah, the safety isn’t even on. You could kill yourself with this fucking gun.

  What were you thinking?” Dex’s voice resounded through the plane.

  “Well, I was surprised that I managed to get through security.” Thank goodness security in a private airfield was very different than a commercial airport. They had just driven up to the plane. “And I didn’t know about the safety. Maybe I should have read the manual.” She noticed that Slade’s eyebrow was twitching slightly. “Are you okay, Slade? See. This is why I didn’t want to bring you all into this. It’s very stressful. But I have it handled. You don’t have to worry.”

  Slade closed his eyes. “Right now, I’m not worried that the stalker is going to get you, honey.

  I’m worried about what I’m going to do.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He didn’t reply. Instead, he reached across the aisle and pulled her over his knee. She gasped as her stomach hit his lap. “Slade, what are you doing?”

  “I’m regaining my sanity.”

  “It’s about damn time, brother,” Dex said.

  She forced her head up to look at Dex and Gavin. Both men stared at her, but neither moved a muscle to help.

  “Do something!” she demanded of Gavin. She knew Dex would be no help.

  “Oh, I’m going to,” he assured, leaning forward to brace his elbows on his knees. “I’m going to watch.”

  Hannah took a deep breath. Nothing would ever be the same again.

  Chapter Four

  Slade’s big hand slid up Hannah’s calf. Shock ricocheted through her body. Tingles skittered across her skin. She fought not to shiver as his palm worked up, up, up her leg in a slow slide.

  “Slade.” Her voice shook. “What are you doing? We should talk about this.”

  “Time for talking is past, baby.” Slade’s voice sounded hoarse, utterly unlike the sunny man she knew. This man had purpose, and it wasn’t to make her laugh.

  Dex was on his knees before her. He gently threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled, lifting her head until she caught his eyes. “You gave up the right to talk, darlin’, when you didn’t tell us that someone is trying to hurt you. So now we’re going to go over the rules. Rule number one, you never hide anything from us.”

  Rules? Hannah might have thought they meant rules of employment…but with Slade’s hand making its way up her thigh, she didn’t think that was the case. What was he planning to do?

  She was so damned confused. Tears welled in her eyes. One minute they were her friends.

  The next, they thrust her over their lap, touched her in the most deliciously inappropriate way, and started talking about rules. If this was a joke, she wasn’t laughing. She certainly didn’t want to be the butt of it.

  “Slade, let me up.”

  Gavin’s voice broke through her panic. “Slade, release her. She asked.”

  “That is not the way this works. You don’t understand, Gavin. Unless you’re willing to rethink your position, stay out of this.” Slade’s hand was right under the cheek of her ass now, caressing her, lighting up her skin. “I can’t let you go, Hannah. We meant to do this slowly, but that’s no longer an option.”

  “Do what?” Her voice shook.

  “Teach you to submit.” Slade’s voice was husky as he bent to whisper in her ear.

  “To us. Open your eyes, darlin’.” The deep drawl she knew well wound through Dex’s words, but there was an underlying note of command she’d never heard him use before.

  Shivering, Hannah did. She couldn’t ignore that voice. But when she looked into Dex’s dark eyes, the gravity there terrified her.

  “Please don’t do this to me. I’m not like the other girls. I have…feelings for you. I couldn’t handle being your plaything.” Her breath hitched, and she tried to control her tears.

  Hannah had stupidly fallen in love with the three of them, but she wasn’t naïve. They never kept a lover for long. If she gave into her desires, she would have a few days of sex-soaked bliss with them before they left her behind for their next willing female. That would break her heart into a million tiny pieces.

  Then she would definitely have to leave her job—maybe even leave the city. Because no way could she be close to them every day, knowing they’d found another lover and were lavishing all their attention on her.

  But maybe if she held them off now, she could move on one day, find some nice guy and have a decent life. She would never let that nice guy know she longed for these three men. Hell, she could never let them know how much she truly loved them.

  Dex and Slade shared a glance before the middle brother caressed her thigh. “Thank you for that, Hannah.”

  For admitting that she was a lovesick idiot? “Please let me up, Slade.”

  “I won’t do that, baby.” He sounded as tortured as she felt. “I can’t.” Dex leaned in, his face inches from hers. “Hannah, we know you’re not like the others. We knew it the minute we met you. Do you have any idea how hard it’s been to wait for you to get to know us? But that’s over now, especially since we know how you feel.” Behind her, Slade pushed her skirt up to her waist. She felt the cool air on her backside and she shrieked.

  “Just because I care about you doesn’t mean I’ll be your plaything.” Dex’s jaw firmed, but he cupped her face tenderly. “Relax, darlin’, and listen to me. You’re not our plaything. But don’t think for a second that you’re not ours, Hannah. You are.” Ours? They couldn’t possibly mean in any other way except to toy with and use. They would discard her when the fun and games were over because that’s what they did with every woman.

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  She wriggled, trying desperately to force Slade to release her. “Let me go. Take me home. I swear I’ll tell you if this stalker contacts me again. Just…don’t do this.”

  “Calm down,” Slade demanded. “There is no going back, baby. We’re going to keep you in Alaska until you agree to be ours.”

  “Marry us, darlin’. That’s what he means.”

  Marry? Her head was whirling. They wanted her to marry them? How was that supposed to work? Or was this “proposal” just one way more they played with a woman’s heart? If so, she already couldn’t take it. The yearning was too deep and haunting. Their leaving would create scars she’d never heal from. “Please, don’t.”

  “Hannah, baby…”

  “Stop talking, Slade,” Dex snapped. “She’s not listening.”

  “You’re right. We just need to move forward.”

  Relief poured through Hannah—along with crushing despair. They’d release her, and she could go back to her old life, minus the job she loved. She’d carry on somehow. But since they hadn’t really touched her, she’d get over her broken heart someday. Maybe.

  Instead of letting her go, Slade pulled her underwear down around her thighs. Hannah gasped. Her bare bottom was on full display.

  Dex stood over her, leaving her to stare at the blue industrial carpet. “Look at that beautiful ass.”

  “I told you it was gorgeous under all that crap she wears. Her breasts are going to be spectacular.” Slade ran a palm over her backside.

  Tingles danced everywhere he touched. Were they really talking about her sexually?

  “The only thing that would make this gorgeous bottom look better is a nice shade of pink.

  How many?”

  Slade continued his perusal of her ass. Hannah could feel the heat of his stare. “I think her offense was pretty damn grave, but she’s a novice. She didn’t understand the rules. I say twenty-five.”

  Hannah brought her head up. “Twenty-five? You—you’re going to spank me twenty-five times? You can’t…”