SiNN (18 page)

The man needed relief. He’d get it too, but only after Lea
was finished.

Jake maintained his steady pace, pumping slowly while
teasing her nub. Around them, the rest of the world seemed to have gone quiet.
All Jake heard was the rush of blood in his ears, Lea’s whimpers and Toby’s
harsh breathing.

The sounds fueled his excitement, breaking his
concentration, killing his control. Too quickly he was approaching climax.

Dammit, slow down.

Jake couldn’t. He pumped faster and rubbed Lea harder,
losing sight of everything except blessed release.

Filled to capacity by Jake’s and Toby’s stiffened cocks, Lea
drifted on a wave of uninhibited delight, reveling in them using her for their
enjoyment.

As Jake stroked her clit, Toby fondled her breasts. In
concert, they pulled their rods out a bit before driving back inside, going so
freaking deep the loneliness Lea had known since childhood finally drifted
away.

Her sadness would return, as expected, after this was over.
She knew that as well as they did, but for the moment it didn’t matter. She had
now.

The pressure of Jake’s rod in her anus and Toby’s in her
cunt demanded her attention, the same as their hands on her. She gulped air,
but hungered for more at the intensity of her advancing orgasm. The tension
between her legs increased with each of Jake’s strokes on her nub. Her skin,
already damp with perspiration, continued to flush with heat. She heard herself
cry out, “Don’t stop, don’t stop” when what she’d meant to say was
don’t
leave me.

They would. There was no choice.

Squeezing her eyes, pushing away heartache, she lost herself
in pleasure. Lea’s climax tore a hoarse moan from her, the sound mingling with
Jake’s bellow and Toby’s shout.

They’d come together?

Yes. They’d gone over the brink as one, exactly as lovers
should. How unlikely was that to have happened with two guys who were
determined to outfuck the other with Lea being the recipient of all their
delicious efforts?

Given Toby’s control and Jake’s steel will, this moment had
to be a miracle. Perhaps a portent of what was to come. Something good, not
bad.

Buoyed by her hopes, no matter how dumb Lea knew them to be,
she rested her cheek against Toby’s shoulder, smiling at the brisk beating of
his heart. From behind, Jake gave in to exhaustion, draping his body over hers.

She and her men huffed and puffed for several minutes with
Lea’s energy returning first.

“God, I’m hungry,” she said. “Which of you guys is going to
feed me?”

Wearily, Jake nibbled her ear. Toby halfheartedly licked her
cheek.

She laughed. “Come on, stop it. I didn’t say feed on me.”

“No?” Jake said first. “I could have sworn that’s what I
heard.”

“Me too,” Toby chimed in, then paused to yawn. “She also
offered to take care of us.”

“In your dreams,” she said.

“You did,” Jake countered, then gave her a love bite on her
shoulder. “You’re going to serve us today.”

“That’s right,” Toby said. He ran his hands up and down her
possessively. “You’re going to do whatever we want.”

“And, baby, trust us,” Jake added, “we want it all.”

Chapter Nine

Outside the Phoenix metropolitan area, there was enough
desert for a man to conduct business unnoticed and undisturbed. Much like the
sanctity of the jungles of Colombia.

Cubrero faced Detective Tobin in this far more hellish
location, where even the insects, lizards and snakes had taken refuge beneath
rocks and stunted vegetation in their attempts to flee the oppressive sun.

A tumbleweed rolled past, followed by gritty dirt, both
driven by a sudden gust of wind. The parched air did little to dry the
perspiration on Tobin’s face. Despite the triple-digit heat, his complexion was
pasty, not flushed, betraying the detective’s worry about being murdered, left
as carrion for the birds if he hadn’t performed to expectation.

He should have considered that outcome before the lure of
easy money had made him one of the cartel’s informers. Like most in law
enforcement, Tobin believed he was more intelligent than the criminals he
pursued.

He’d rethink that notion and welcome death when faced with
what would happen if he’d failed in the least.

Cubrero moved to the next page of the man’s report, read
halfway down, then looked up. “Are you certain about this?”

Tobin stopped running his handkerchief over his sweaty neck.
His expression reminded Cubrero of a child challenged by a teacher who’d just
asked about the quality of his schoolwork. Should I tell him what he wants to
hear? his eyes asked. Will he know?

Cubrero waited for his answer.

Hurrying the handkerchief over his face, Tobin squinted,
trying to see better. It wasn’t possible. Deliberately, Cubrero had positioned
his back to the sun so this fool had no choice except to face its intensity.

At last, he said, “They were assigned to her case.”

Cubrero studied the official photos of Deputies Jake Gabriel
and Toby Quinn. They matched the pictures he had of them from The Second
Circle. “Where did they take her?”

The officer balled the handkerchief in his hand. He turned
at a sound from behind, several tumbleweeds hitting the side of his new SUV. A
pricey Cadillac. No doubt purchased with the money he’d made from alerting area
drug dealers of potential raids.

“Where?” Cubrero repeated.

Tobin cleared his throat. “We don’t know as yet.”

Cubrero’s hand fisted around the report, crushing the paper.
Already Lea had been gone for more than a day since she’d last performed as SiNN.
For decades, she and her parents had evaded Cubrero’s rage and revenge. To have
her or her mother escape his grasp now when he’d been so close would make him
the fool in the eyes of his associates. They’d see him as weak and disposable.

Not a man who could murder with impunity no matter the sex
or age of his victim, easily making the women of his enemies and their children
fair game.

Quickly, Cubrero moved forward, crowding the detective.
Tobin withdrew the same amount of space, his foot hitting a rock. In danger of
losing his balance, he flailed one arm while his other went behind himself and
beneath his sports shirt where he carried his gun.

Not once did he pull his eyes from Cubrero’s hands.

They remained at Cubrero’s sides, not reaching for any weapon.
There was no need. He’d already lied to Tobin that their meeting would have to
be short because he had other business to attend to. If he failed to arrive for
it, his men were to find and deal with the detective. Of course, he also
alluded to the fact that his men might be out here, hiding, watching.

“When will you know?” Cubrero asked.

“Soon.”

“Are you lying to me, Detective Tobin?”

“Fuck no.”

His answer had been quick enough to sound like a lie.

“Look,” Tobin said, then stopped, noticing he’d dropped his
handkerchief. Hunkering down to pull it off, he returned his full attention to
Cubrero. “I checked all the hotels, motels, bed and breakfasts and other places
where they could have been staying within the surrounding area. The deputies
and the woman aren’t there. They didn’t fly her out of state either. I had one
of my snitches check out the plane manifests. She didn’t use an alias. No one
her age and description has left Phoenix with two guys. They didn’t take a
train either. Not that they would,” he added. “That’s not how the U.S. Marshals
Service works.”

“You’re saying they’re still close and yet you refuse to
find them for me?”

“I’m not refusing any fucking thing.” Pushing to his feet,
he took a cautious step back. “I’m saying they have her hidden somewhere like
they’re supposed to do.”

“Where?” Cubrero growled. “At their homes or apartments?”

“No. I checked.”

“Do they own other property? Places where they might
vacation?”

“I’ll find out,” Tobin said.

“You have three hours.”

“Three— Are you serious?” he snapped. “I can’t do shit in
three hours. I need more time.”

“For what? To be home when your daughter returns from her
play date with her best friend Jennifer?”

Tobin’s eyes bulged. “You leave my daughter out of this!” He
bounced on his heels, his pallid complexion finally turning as red as his hair
and eyelashes. “She’s a little girl!”

“With a father who has three hours to complete his task if
he wants to keep her safe. You do want that, do you not, Detective Tobin?”

“Please,” he said, far more subdued this time. “I’ll do
whatever you want, I’ll risk my fucking life, I’ll go to prison until I die to
get you what you need, but don’t go anywhere near my baby.”

Cubrero wasn’t about to offer a promise he had no intention
of keeping.

“Don’t!” Tobin shouted. “I see you anywhere near her, I’ll
pull the plug on all of this. I’ll hunt you down like a fucking animal. I’ll—”

“Three hours,” Cubrero interrupted quietly. “You and your
daughter have no more time than that.”

You’re going to do whatever we want
, Toby had said.

And, baby, trust us
,
Jake had added,
we
want it all.

Indeed they had. Lea’s first full day with her protectors
had passed in a haze of erotic indulgence. They took her repeatedly, enjoying
her mouth, cunt and anus. None of them rested until they could no longer avoid
it.

Breakfast, lunch and dinner were hurried affairs. A bite of
this, a drink of that, then back to whatever furniture they could use as their
bed.

Somewhere around midnight, they ended up in the dining room
with Lea on the table and her men sprawled on the Navajo rug beneath it,
exhausted from their latest orgasms. While they snored, Lea staggered into the
maid’s room, craving a shower.

As she emerged from the steamy bath, smelling of expensive
shampoo and soap, Toby sat waiting on one of the overstuffed chairs. Arms
crossed, Jake leaned against the doorjamb.

They looked unbelievably alert, not bleary-eyed as she would
have expected. Their beard-roughened faces and hungry expressions delivered a
renewed rush of sensation to her pussy.

Jake kissed her first, no doubt tasting the designer
toothpaste she’d used. With his forehead against hers and his hands roaming her
moist nudity, he said, “You left without our permission.”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Toby advised.

Lea’s heart beat a little quicker at what she sensed was
coming, the game they now wanted to play. “Yeah right,” she said, pretending
defiance. “I’ll go where I want. I’ll do what I fucking want.”

Toby left his chair. “Not in my house you won’t.”

In a flash, he had her bent over his thigh, her ass facing
Jake so he’d have a clear view of her punishment. As exposed and used as Lea
had been during the last hours, her position was even more servile now. With
delicious authority, Toby brought his large hand down on her buttocks. The sharp
crack and resulting sting startled Lea. She dug her fingers into his leg.

“You’ll do exactly what we want,” Toby ordered.
“Understood?”

She spoke through her teeth. “Screw you.”

He spanked her. Fast. Hard. Lea’s mouth fell open with her
aroused gasps. She raked his muscled calf with her nails, which made him more
determined to tame her. At last, she surrendered, her skin prickling with heat,
a delicious reminder of her chastisement.

Her pussy was so damn wet, so freaking ready for a cock.

Jake must have thought the same. He ran his fingers up her
moist slit.

Lea shuddered at his bold touch, the utter debauchery of
what they were doing, wanting him inside her again, followed by Toby.

Neither man mounted her. Was this a new punishment, making
her anticipate their next move?

“On the bed,” Jake directed.

“Arms above your head, legs bent at the knee and spread,”
Toby ordered.

The moment Lea assumed the pose. Jake sat on the edge of the
mattress, studying her damp and willing cunt.

Toby padded into the shower.

The pounding water matched the speed of her sprinting pulse.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded.

Jake offered no comment or relief, remaining at her side,
simply regarding her nudity. Toby did the same during Jake’s turn to bathe.

After what they’d all done, Lea didn’t realize she could
still be embarrassed. How wrong she’d been. Jake’s and now Toby’s quiet
scrutiny of her sex, anus and breasts was more intimate than a touch or
anything they might have said.

What had Jake been thinking while in here? What was going through
Toby’s mind now?

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked.

He studied her nipples as if he’d never seen a pair before.
“Immensely. Now be quiet.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

Right. It was his house. “If you want me to shut up, you
should put something in my mouth.”

He smiled. “Later.”

When Jake finished showering?

No. Once Jake had washed and smelled wonderfully clean, he
sat on the other side of Lea, making no move to touch or enter her. He and Toby
simply perused her bare flesh at their leisure.

Lea wondered if they were trying to memorize each of her
curves and every contour so they’d remember what she looked like long after she
was gone.

The thought caused her frustration to fall away, replaced by
exhaustion. Her eyes got gritty, her thoughts slow and stupid. Without
realizing it, she drifted away, sleeping well into the next morning, vaguely
aware of Toby and Jake discussing business, speaking on their cellphones, no
doubt producing reports.

Unwilling to face her inevitable departure—the reason they’d
stared at her so much last night—Lea curled into the fetal position, burying
her face in her arms, stirring only when a hand touched her wrist.