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Punishing hands gripped her hips as he held her still and began to tease her clit. Her cries became frantic and Kent released her nipple, kneeling next to her face. "Suck me," he ordered and fed the tip of his cock into her willing mouth.

Asher groaned around her clit, and the vibration brought her orgasm closer. The muscles in her stomach tensed and she licked and sucked at the tip of Kent's long cock pushing into her mouth as he ran his hands through her short hair.

"That's it, Princess," Kent crooned and rocked his hips back and forth. "You can use your hands."

Fulfilling another long denied desire, she clasped the solid muscles of his ass and used the leverage to try and pull as much of him into her throat as possible. A firm finger pushed into her pussy and with one last strong suck Asher broke the orgasm from her body.

Kent pulled back and stroked his cock while she gripped his ass and tried to wrap her legs around Asher's face. So good, her body gave her wave after wave of pleasure as Asher continued to eat her pussy. Shivering, she said, "Please, someone fuck me."

Asher reached back and dug a small foil-wrapped package out of his pants and tossed it to Kent. Kent rolled the condom on while Asher lapped at her wet pussy like a man eating ice cream. So soon after her mind-blowing orgasm, the sensation was almost too much, and he had to hold her wiggling hips in place.

"Delicious," Asher said and traded places with Kent next to her head. "Do you think I should come in her mouth or on those beautiful breasts?"

"Mouth," Kent said as he stroked his hands along her thighs.

Asher ran his hand up and down the length of his cock and watched Kent nudge against her entrance. "Our Princess." He sighed and squeezed out a drop of pre-cum, coating the head of his cock with it.

"Ours," Kent agreed and began to push his way into her.

The sensation of Kent's broad cock filling her made her groan. "Kent," she said in a low voice and stroked her hand over his face.

He leaned in and kissed her, murmuring against her lips, "My Princess." The deep affection in his voice vibrated in her heart and joy filled her. Fully inside of her now, Kent pulled back. "Let me see those pretty lips wrapped around his cock."

Asher scooted down and let her suck on the tip of his cock while he stroked it. Her hand joined his, matching his rhythm and delighting in the feel of his hand. Kent wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked in and out of her body, strong and sure strokes. She loved the way the muscles of Asher's thighs contracted with each suck of her mouth, the way he perfectly mimicked the movements of Kent between her thighs.

She tried to match Kent's thrusts, but his strength overwhelmed her and all she could do was cry out around Asher's cock as he really began to pound into her. The strength of her men excited her. The fact they could really hurt her if they chose, but instead used all that power to bring her pleasure.

"Going to come," Asher said in a ragged gasp. "Her mouth is so fucking good."

"Drink him down, Princess," Kent ordered, and she arched her back, their rough demands adding an extra layer of heat to her desire. Running her hand down the hard muscles of his hip, she tried to take as much of Asher's shaft into her mouth as she could.

"Only the tip," he said and she complied, running her tongue around the ridge of his cock head. He began to spurt into her mouth, yelling her name as her tongue lapped at the velvet steel of his tip. Rough noises ripped from his throat as she tried to suck out everything he had to give, the saltiness of his seed filling her mouth as she swallowed.

Asher collapsed next to her and cradled her head in his hands. "Your turn, love," he whispered into her ear.

Without Asher's cock to anchor her, she reached for Kent's shoulders and held on while he fucked her. Muscles slick with sweat worked beneath her hands as he moved in and out of her with short jabs. "Close," he hissed. "Her pussy is so soft and tight."

Tilting her hips, he rubbed the hard ridges of his lower abs against her clit as he pulled her nipple in a punishing pinch. The combination of pain, pleasure, and Asher stroking her face with a gentle hand, sent her over the edge.

"Fuck, she's coming," Kent groaned out and hunched over. "Like a fist gripping my cock."

Barely moving, he strained against her and each little movement prolonged the orgasm. She felt him swell, and his fingers pinched her nipple harsh and fierce. This tore a final cry from her, and Asher had to hold her shoulders down. Kent joined her with a shout while Asher purred words of love and devotion into her ear. Drifting, soft waves of pleasure still making her shudder, she barely moved as Kent joined her on the blanket and both men held her between them.

"Our Princess," Asher said and kissed her forehead. "You were worth the wait."

"She's perfect," Kent agreed and placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder. "Better than I could ever believe."

Safe with the sound of their hearts beating in her ears, she fell asleep.

Chapter Five

"Princess," a warm and deep voice said in her ear, "time to wake up."

"No," she mumbled and tugged the arm holding her from behind closer around her. Low and delicious, the men's laughter washed through her and made her smile. "I think we should stay here forever."

"What will we eat?" Kent asked as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Grass," she replied and threw her leg over Asher's hip.

"What about when it snows," he asked in a teasing voice as Asher ran his rough palm up and down her leg.

"You two are so hot you would melt it." The moon dipped lower on the horizon, but deep night still darkened the field. "What time is it?"

"One a.m.," Asher said, and his deep voice caressed her. There wasn't a word to explain how happy she was, how utterly content and blissed out. Over the last few months, her crush had deepened and now there was no denying it. She was in love with both of them. No matter what happened, she would never give up her men.

"We have to get going," Kent added. "And you talked in your sleep again."

This news made her tense and an unwelcome ribbon of fear streaked through her joy. "What did I say?"

"You repeated instructions." Asher soothed her and Kent scooted closer. His cock began to stiffen against her bottom, and her nipples hardened into points. She didn't need a hypnotic suggestion to want these men. Their mere presence made her hot.

"We know who the person is that bugged your house and the Sanjit."

"Who?" She started to sit up, and they pulled her back down into the haven of their arms.

"You," Asher said and quickly continued, "They gave you bugs and you installed them in the computers, phones and rooms of your house."

"Oh no!" she gasped.

"It's not good, but it's also not bad," Kent said as he stroked her face. "The bugs must have been there for less than two days. We just swept the house and would have found them. You aren't a very good spy, even under hypnotic influence."

"No one's going to believe me," she moaned. "I'm going to rot in prison."

Asher stood and tugged on his boxers. Even as distressed as she was, the sight of his magnificent body made her pussy clench. Kent felt her reaction and chuckled. "Better get dressed quick, or our Princess may jump you."

Arrogance filled Asher's smile as he stretched out with his arms above his head. Her mouth went dry and her grip on Kent's arm tightened. She tried to shift her hips against him, to slide that hard length pressing between her full cheeks into her pussy.

Kent groaned and rolled away. "You're temptation itself." He turned his back on her and tugged his shorts on. "We need to get to Mr. Jerry's."

"Who's Mr. Jerry?" she asked as Asher tossed her clothes to her He had good eyes to be able to find them in the moonlight.

"We were best friends with his son in the service," Kent said with a note of sadness in his voice.

"What service?" she asked while wiggling into her shorts. To her satisfaction, she noted Asher's attention was totally focused on her breasts bouncing as she moved.

Tension filled Asher's voice. "We'll talk about that later. Right now we need to figure out how to convince Mr. Jerry you're innocent."

Draping the blanket over her arm, she said, "But why is it so important he think I'm innocent."

"Mr. Jerry, before he retired, was one of the top men in the FBI. He'll have secure ways of backing up what we learned, and getting in touch with the right people."

Kent took the blanket from her arms and held her hand. Asher grabbed her other hand and they strolled back to the car. Glancing at each man, she enjoyed the way they moved. Graceful, predatory, they surveyed the world with a delicious arrogance. The joy of the simple outside show of affection in holding her hands made her smile.

"What's that grin for?" Asher teased as he stroked her fingers. Ducking her head, she blushed and avoided his gaze while swinging both their hands.

Kent chuckled and raised her hand to his lips. "I like that smile. We should make her have it more often."

They reached the car and Kent tossed the blanket into the backseat. He helped her in, and she pouted when neither man joined her.

"We need to focus, and you are entirely too distracting." Asher gave her a soft kiss and ran a fingertip over the mound of her breast exposed by her stretched out shirt.

She tried to grab him as he pulled away and Kent took his place. "Try to get some sleep, my Princess." Warm and tender, his lips stroked against hers as his thumb brushed her jaw.

Curling up in the backseat, she pulled the blanket over her shoulders and cuddled into the scent of crushed grass. Asher started the SUV and found a jazz station. The soft saxophones blended with their lowered voices, and she found herself lulled into sleep as she watched Kent's face in the blue glow of the dashboard.

* * * *

A bright light shined onto her closed eyes, and she sat up with a groan, cracking her neck to work out a kink. Rubbing her face, Lalita tried to adjust to the glow of the dome light in the SUV, and stretched.

Kent opened the door and eyed her with a grin. "You look all soft and warm. I hate to disturb you, but we're here."

The men helped her out of the SUV and into a large yard in the middle of the country. Sodium security lights shone a blue-white tint on a large barn and empty paddock. A modest white farmhouse sat opposite the barn and all the lights were out inside. She thought she saw a curtain twitch on one of the lower windows, but wasn't sure in the dim light.

"Come on," Kent said as Asher moved behind her, running his hands down her arms in a soothing gesture. Crickets chirped and the sky held a million stars. It was amazing how many stars were hidden by the lights of the city. She wished her father were here to share it with her.

Asher and Kent said nothing, continuing with their constant scanning as if they were in the middle of a war zone instead of a sleeping farm. Their tension seeped into her as they crossed the yard and approached the broad front steps, flanked by neatly trimmed rose bushes. The men slowed and Kent held up his hand.

Asher jerked her behind him a moment before a rough voice said from the shadowy reaches of the porch, "You have about two seconds to identify yourselves before I ask the coroner to do it for you."

Standing behind Asher, she pressed herself against his back and tried to peer beyond his broad shoulders. He moved with her and blocked the view as Kent drawled out, "Mr. Jerry, you couldn't shoot the dick off an elephant without your glasses."

Rough laughter, turning into a cough, rumbled out of the darkness. "Kent, is that you?"

"It's me, Mr. Jerry.”

"Then that big dark blob behind you must be Asher. What are you two rat bastards doing on my property at this time of night?" Something squeaked and rolled across the porch. "I thought you were Mrs. Jerry's secret lovers come to kill me off and take her to Disney World." Asher snorted, but kept her securely behind him as a low golden light spilled across the worn porch.

"We have a problem we need your help with." The boards of the porch creaked and Kent moved forward. "Don't freak out--"

"Fart. What hot load of donkey crap did you dump on me?" The odd squeaking came again. "Move out of the way, Asher. Whoever your hiding smells like hair dye and strawberry soap."

She sniffed her skin and edged out from behind Asher. Mr. Jerry might need glasses, but his sense of smell was amazing. Blinking against the light, her jaw dropped at the sight before her. An old man with tufts of white hair and a heavily lined face sat in a wheelchair with a submachine gun across his lap.

Dark brown eyes squinted as he took her in, and she stepped closer as Asher pushed at her back. With one hand still on the gun, he rolled his wheelchair closer. "Hello. N-nice to m-meet you, Mr. Jerry," she stammered out.

His lips pursed with a slight tremor that ran down his right side. "Indian, probably Bombay. Cultured accent, but been in the States long enough to develop a lovely north eastern society nasal pinch." Mr. Jerry tilted his head. "What's your name, girl? And what are you doing with these two over-muscled assholes?"

"Uh?" She looked to Kent and Asher who nodded. "My name is Lalita Chetana, and Asher and Kent saved my life."

Silence met this statement and Mr. Jerry's hand twitched on his lap over the submachine gun. "You better have a good reason for bringing a terrorist to my home, gentlemen."

Covering her face with her hands, she allowed Asher to pull her back into the protective circle of his arms. So much for hoping he would hear them out. He would probably call the FBI the second they left.

"She's innocent," Kent said in a careful voice.

Asher added, "She's been framed."

"Well, I figured as much. You two Boy Scouts would never mix with the anarchists. Especially after what happened to your--"

"We need to get her inside," Asher said in a harsh voice. She turned to look at him and caught an expression of heartbreaking pain. Kent's eyes held a similar flash of hurt, and she touched their arms with a questioning look. Both men ignored her and she wondered what the hell they were hiding from her.

Sucking on his teeth, the white-haired man nodded and hit a button on the wall. The front door opened with a pneumatic hiss, and he easily rolled over the level threshold and flicked the lowered light switch to bathe the foyer in a warm golden light.

Lalita examined the dozens of pictures lining the entrance, all featuring a family throughout the years. Following the line of the wall, she watched a blond boy and girl grow from babies, to gangly adolescents, to adults. One of the pictures showed the blond man flanked by Asher and Kent, all wearing tuxedos and drinking beers. Another featured a younger version of Asher and Kent dressed in camouflage, leaning against a tank with the young blond man flexing between them. Studying their expressions in the picture, she marveled at how carefree their smiles were.

"Woman!" Mr. Jerry yelled up the stairs leading to the second floor. "Get down here and bring me my glasses."

A shrill voice yelled from further back in the house. "I'll be right there. I'm putting coffee on for our guests."

All three men flinched while Mr. Jerry closed his eyes and shook his head. "Come into my den while the missus continues with her plot to poison me."

Lalita gave Kent a questioning look, and he said, "Mrs. Jerry's coffee is…" He looked to Asher for help.

"Stout."

"It tastes like a camel drank battery acid and pissed it out into a cup," Mr. Jerry grumped as he led them into a pine-walled den. Comfortable and worn leather furniture cluttered the room between portraits of a much younger Mr. Jerry posing with different presidents. She sat in between Kent and Asher on the sofa with her back straight and her fingers laced on her lap.