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Toby came first, his shout loud and unrestrained. Creamy cum
shot into Lea’s mouth. Hungrily, she drank, lapping up every bit of it, her
actions telling Toby how much she cherished this part of him.

She rubbed her cheek against his hairy groin until his gasps
subsided and then she kissed the root of his cock and focused on Jake.

His face was ruddier than usual, his jaw clenched from the
strain of holding off. With her hand still wrapped around his rod, Lea
straddled him. Jake’s brows lifted in surprise. Toby was oblivious, already
having drifted off from his climax.

With great care, Lea directed Jake’s crown into her opening,
bathing it in her juices prior to easing him fully inside. His frown said he
wanted her to go faster. She did not. They were pretty damn sore from so much
sex and Lea wanted this to last. To give Toby time to recover.

He yawned, smacked his lips and went still except for the
gentle rise and fall of his chest.

“Fuck me,” Jake whispered.

“Within an inch of your life,” Lea promised.

He grinned, then grunted as she lowered her body onto his,
pushing every bit of his cock inside. Her sheath stung for a moment from his
hardness and size, but the hurt was one Lea wanted, quieting her troubled heart
and soul.

Squeezing her inner muscles around him, she pulled up until
they were almost free of each other, then slithered back down.

Jake sucked air through his teeth. He rubbed her nub. A jolt
of sensation radiated down Lea’s thighs, forcing her to bite her lower lip to
keep from crying out. The pleasure was too much, threatening to distract her
from tending to him. She pushed his hand away. Jake brought it right back, his
action telling her they would come together or not at all.

Lea submitted, her only course when it came to this man. Her
strokes, long and unhurried, had Jake thrashing his head back and forth. As she
slowed her pace even more, he rubbed her nub faster, harder, determined to make
her come.

Damn him. “Behave.” She slapped his hip.

He slapped hers right back. “No.”

“Gonna be a prick, huh?”

Jake laughed.

The commotion didn’t bother Toby. He let out a prolonged
snore, jerked in response, then went quiet again.

Lea resumed pumping, faster this time. Jake manipulated her
clit at the same pace. The cuffs clanked against the headboard. Soon, she and
Jake were nothing but sound. They heaved air, blowing it out. Jake growled. She
moaned. Both panted at their respective orgasms.

Too weary to keep upright, Lea sagged over his leg, her
shoulder coming to rest on Toby’s hipbone, Jake’s flaccid cock nestled against
her calf.

“Do me now,” Toby said.

Surprised to hear him speak, Lea blurted, “You’re up?”

“Check it out.” Pride rang in his voice as he ran his
stiffening cock up and down her ear.

Damn. She could barely get her lids to part or her body to
move. “Do you always recover so quickly or are you just trying to show off?”

“I’m a U.S. Marshal, baby. Comes with the territory. Hop on.”

Did she have a choice? Did she want one? Lea straddled his
narrow hips and sneaked a peak at Jake. His mouth hung open as he slept.

Lea was beginning to envy him, at least until Toby stroked
her clit with such gentleness a new wave of heat flooded her.

“Good?” he murmured.

Different from what Jake had done, but not better, just
freaking wonderful. “Oh yeah.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Lea didn’t any longer. She took Toby’s full length inside
and rode him as she had Jake, the friction from his cock and fingers forcing
her over the edge. She cried out louder than he did at the peak of their
climax, then collapsed on top of him, figuring one more orgasm would probably
kill her.

He and Jake had other thoughts. While she struggled to catch
her breath, Toby fumbled with the cuffs, unlocking them finally. Still
bleary-eyed, Jake soon had Lea on her back, one hand clamped on her wrists, her
legs spread, his hand between them and his tongue in her mouth.

She whimpered in satisfaction, even as her body begged for a
bit of peace.

Jake gave her none, his hand and tongue using her without
mercy, bringing her to an excruciatingly slow and powerful orgasm until Toby
recovered. In less time than before.

Both guys took their turns mounting her missionary, then
doggie style. Jake ordered Lea to suck Toby’s cock while his own plowed into
her cunt. After that, no part of her was free of their lust. Toby enjoyed her
anally twice before he let Jake have his chance.

He entered her narrowest opening with a right that he’d presumed
from the start, knowing it was exactly what she wanted.

How much time passed, Lea didn’t want to know. She clung to
the present, willingly giving herself even when she was too weary to move.

At length, Jake and Toby slowed down, their heavy sighs telling
Lea they were fighting sleep. She held out her arms to them, too tired to form
words.

Jake lay to her right, Toby to her left, their hands on her
breasts, their mouths near her throat.

In that position, they finally gave in, allowing darkness
and peace to claim them.

Chapter Twelve

A distant scream awakened Jake.

Lea?

Had Cubrero found her?

Bolting to a sitting position, Jake stared at the moon’s
ashy light pouring through the windows, creating ominous shadows in the room.
On a rough breath, he looked down, surprised to see Lea next to him.

Her features were slack with sleep, her head on Toby’s
shoulder, his fingers resting on the cleft between her legs.

Jake didn’t get it. Had he been dreaming?

He sagged to the mattress and froze with the sound, a thin
shriek his slumbering brain had mistaken for a scream. Though familiar, he
couldn’t quite place the noise. Was it an alarm? Had Toby set one of the clocks
downstairs to awaken them in time for Lea’s flight? It couldn’t be that time
already, could it?

The shrill squeal stopped for a few seconds and started
again.

What in the fuck was—oh shit. His cellphone was ringing.
Quickly, Jake left the bed and hurried downstairs to the family room where he’d
left his clothes days before. The darkness was more pronounced here. Even the
lights displaying the artwork were off. He rushed across the space anyway,
ramming his knee into an end table and stubbing his toe on one of the chair’s
legs.

“God damn—fuck.” He fell to his knees, following the sound
to his clothing, finding and opening his phone. “Gabriel.”

“What took you so long to answer?” Nunez barked. “What’s
wrong?”

Jake sat cross-legged on the hardwood floor and did his best
not to sound sleepy or breathless with pain. “Nothing. I was outside checking
the periphery of the building, securing it, when I heard the call. I had to get
back inside.”

“You don’t carry the phone with you?” Nunez snapped.
“Where’s Quinn?”

An image of Toby’s fingers on Lea’s slit filled Jake’s mind.
“He’s still outside making certain everything’s all right.”

“Call him back in. You have to leave with the woman now.”

What? “Why?” Jake grabbed his watch from the cocktail table,
angling its face toward the windows, the few threads of moonlight filtering
past the monstrous pines. It wasn’t even ten o’clock. “Has the flight been
pushed up?”

“No. But you need to get her out of there.”

Jake’s stomach rolled. His mind screamed
why?

Nunez told Jake what he hadn’t expected and didn’t want to
hear…what he would have to tell Toby and eventually Lea.

Oh God no, not her.

His head hung between his shoulders. He could barely
breathe, but managed to speak with surprising authority the moment Nunez was
quiet. “We’ll have her at the airport as quickly as we can.”

“Make certain you do.”

Jake squeezed his cellphone, wanting to break it, needing to
hurt something to blow off his rage and worry. No time for that now, not if he
wanted to keep Lea safe. He moved on instinct, gathering her, his and Toby’s
clothes, making certain he also had his and Toby’s weapons. Until this moment,
Jake hadn’t recalled leaving his gun down here. A stupid move on his part, he’d
readily admit. His only excuse was that this place had a state-of-the-art alarm
system as complicated as the upstairs shower. The entire estate was so fucking
secluded and safe.

Or so he hoped.

“Cubrero’s been trying to find out where you are,” Nunez had
said. “He may have already figured it out.”

How was that possible, even with an informer in the police
department? The detective who’d been making inquiries about him and Toby
couldn’t have discovered that Toby was Rebecca Holmes’ son. She’d never
advertised the fact. No one had ever published pictures of them together—she’d
considered it bad for her career to even have a child. She was a fucking
has-been star when she’d died, barely noted by the media. Attorneys settled her
estate without fanfare, putting it into some kind of trust, not Toby’s name.
This place was as off the charts as they could have hoped, the perfect place to
protect Lea.

In the bedroom, Jake put the clothing on a leather chair. He
kept Toby’s holster slung over his shoulder, took his own gun and went to the
bed.

Toby awoke instantly at Jake tapping his arm. Taking in the
weapons, he followed Jake into the bathroom and squinted at the lights coming on.

“What’s going on?” he asked quietly.

“We have to leave now.” Jake handed Toby his holster. “A
detective in the police department has been asking a lot of questions, doing
research on you and me. The only reason he would is to feed Cubrero information
about us.”

All the color drained from Toby’s face. “That’s not
possible. Cubrero couldn’t possibly know who we are.”

“He was at The Second Circle when we were, Toby. He saw us.”

“How can you know that?”

“He killed Danielle.”

Toby’s features went slack.

Jake continued, relaying what Nunez had told him. “Her
apartment manager found her this afternoon when the service came to spray for
insects. She had a few days off from the club. No one had been looking for her.
The only one who could have done this, the only one with a reason, was Cubrero.
He probably thought she had information about Lea that he could use.”

“Oh shit,” Toby said. “When we first got here, Lea’s
cellphone rang. She said the call was from Danielle.”

Jake’s stomach rolled again. “We have to get her out of here
now.”

“What are we going to do about this, about telling her?”
Toby grabbed Jake’s arm. “I don’t want her hurt.”

“You think I do?” He pulled away from the man. “We don’t say
anything until we have to.”

“You mean at the airport? We’re going to tell her then and
just leave?”

“No—hell, I don’t know. We’ll figure something out.”

“What? Fuck, we have to tell her about Danielle, there’s no
choice.” Toby looked ill. “It’s just a matter of where and—” He stopped
abruptly.

Jake turned.

Lea stood in the bathroom doorway, her eyes wide.

Oh shit. How much had she heard? Jake didn’t want to know.
He went to her, wrapping his fingers around her upper arm. “We have to leave
now. Your clothes are on the bedroom chair. Come on.”

Yanking free of him, she stepped away. “Why were you two
talking about Danielle? What about her?”

Toby joined them. “Lea—”

Jake cut him off. “We have to go now.”

She frowned. “To see Danielle?”

“No.” Jake tried to maintain his calm. To get her the fuck
out of here without any more questions he didn’t want to answer, didn’t know
how to answer.

Lea wasn’t having it. “Then why were you talking about her?”
She turned to Toby. “You said—we have to tell her about Danielle, there’s no
choice. I heard you. What’s going on? What happened?”

This time, Toby said nothing.

“Tell me,” Lea snapped.

It killed Jake to bring her even the slightest bit of pain,
but he had no other options now. No way would she back down. “Danielle’s dead,
Lea. We believe Cubrero murdered her.”

She stared. Jake’s words kept echoing in her mind, but
didn’t quite register.

“I’m so sorry,” he said.

Lea was about to ask why, but did not, seeing the truth on
his and Toby’s faces. Danielle was really dead. Cubrero had really murdered
her.

All of the air whooshed from Lea’s lungs. Her body went hot,
then cold.

Jake reached for her.

She stepped back.

“We didn’t want to have to tell you like this,” Toby said.

Lea glanced past him at the bathroom, recalling the pleasure
she’d experienced in here a short while before, trying to make sense of what
was happening now.

Danielle’s dead.

Nooooo. That wasn’t possible. They had to be mistaken,
lying, something.

“You’re wrong,” she said. “She’s only twenty-five. People
that young don’t die.”

Jake moved closer.

“They don’t!” she shouted at him. “She only has three
semesters to go before getting her degree. She had such a shitty childhood, but
she’s digging herself out of it. She’s going to work at one of the major banks
and run the damn place before she hits thirty-five. At thirty, she’s going to marry
a guy she loves. I’m going to be her maid-of-honor and godmother to her kids.
We have it all planned out.”

Jake wrapped his arm around her, followed by Toby.

Lea couldn’t stop trembling. Her heart ached so badly, she
was unable to catch her breath. Her legs started to give out.

“I have her,” Jake said. With his arm on her waist, he
supported Lea, bringing her into the bedroom. “I’m sorry, but you have to get
dressed,” he said. “We have to leave. One of the detectives in the police
department has been feeding Cubrero information. It’s not likely, but it’s not
impossible that Cubrero knows about this place and is headed here now.”