Becca Van (13 page)

Seton waited until the bastard left with Janie and then sat up straight.

“Oh my God. You’re awake. How did you do that?” Brooke asked as she rushed over to him.

Moving to the side, Seton let Brooke see the dart had missed him completely and was embedded in the back of the leather chair.

“How did he miss?” she queried. “Never mind, I already know the answer. You’re insanely fast. Where are the keys?”

“Shirt pocket,” Seton replied. “Alicia, get Lander out of his cuffs.”

“There.” Brooke took a step back and let Seton rise. “Where is Wolf?”

“He’s outside, probably tracking that fucker by now,” Seton replied. He was reassured to think that Wolf could see Janie and knew that his brother would never let anything happen to her. But Seton wouldn’t feel settled until he held her in his arms. He went to retrieve his gun, Lander right behind him. “I want you to check that all the windows are locked. When we leave, make sure the doors are locked, too. That’s an order.”

“Well, I never,” Martha said with a chuckle.

“Call Coulter to get his ass back here. I have a feeling that that so-called ‘kidnapping’ in Brandon was a setup to get us all out of the house,” Seton said.

“I already have,” Brooke replied smugly.

He raised an eyebrow in query. Brooke held up her wrist and showed him the bracelet on her arm. He gave her a smile when he realized the bracelet was an alarm which would send a trigger to her men’s cell phones. He vowed that Janie was getting one to wear as soon as she was safe.

“Wolf’s lowered his shield,” Lander said. “When I let him into my head, he sent me an image of the back pasture. We need to hurry. Time’s running out.” They took off out the back door. “The bastard Wolf cuffed is still out cold, and there’s no one else beside the one who has Janie. I would have felt them.”

“Not necessarily, Lander. Some people have the natural ability to shield.”

“Yeah, I know, but I was scanning while you were talking to Brooke. Come on,” his brother said urgently.

Seton followed Lander to the small shed which held the wood for the fires, but concealed in the back was a room which held motorbikes and extra weapons. There was no way he was leaving Janie out there with that fucker. He pushed the concealed button, and a panel slid back, revealing the sniper rifles and shotguns. He plucked a rifle with long-range scope from the rack and then loaded it and grabbed extra ammo. Lander went with an automatic rifle and scope.

“Are we taking horses or bikes?” Lander asked.

“Both. You take a bike and I’ll saddle Lucifer. That way we have quiet and fast,” Seton stated. “If you get there before I do, try to get Janie away from the bastard and then just injure him. We need to get as much information as we can from him.”

Seton was running to the stable when Lander raced out on the motorbike. He had Lucifer saddled up and galloping in the same direction minutes later. The automatic sniper rifle was in its leather holster attached to his saddle.

* * * *

Moving quickly, Wolf crept back to the side of the house and hid in the shadows. He was just in time, because that fucker and Janie exited the house moments later. He’d listened to the hostage situation from outside the living room window, unable to reveal his presence without endangering Janie. As he’d made his way toward the kitchen, he’d heard the pop and Janie’s scream. It had been all he could do to stop himself from crashing into the house with guns blazing. Thank God Lander knew him well enough to knock on his mental shield. He’d pushed pictures at Wolf to let him know that Janie was uninjured.

Now Wolf could see the situation for himself. Wolf took aim, ready to shoot the fucker down, but he hesitated when he saw the gun held to Janie’s back.

Fuck!
Lowering his gun, he watched the fucker drag Janie in the direction of the woods bordering the property. If he had pulled the trigger, there was a chance that the prick could have shot Janie when he was hit. He couldn’t take that chance.

Wolf waited until the assailant and Janie disappeared into the trees, and then he followed. He knew it wouldn’t be long before Lander and Seton caught up.

* * * *

Janie stumbled over a tree root and fell to the ground on her hands and knees. He poked her in the back with the gun again. “Hurry the fuck up. I haven’t got all day.”

Since they had left the house, the perp’s personality had changed. Not that she had been taken in by his politeness.
Shit, Janie. Who the fuck cares? Get a grip, girl, or you’re going to end up dead.

When she’d landed, her hand had been stabbed by a pinecone. Instead of discarding it, she wrapped her hand around it. As she rose to her feet, she glanced at the goon from beneath her lowered eyelashes and tried to see where she could do the most damage. Of course the only place she could think of was his gonads. She shivered with revulsion but pushed it back down. She had never been a violent person, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and tilted her face so he could see her. As she gasped with pain, he snarled, “Get the fuck up now, or I will fucking kill you.”

Perfect
.

As Janie began to rise, she closed her hand tightly around the pinecone, making her fist twice as hard, and swung her arm back. Then she swung forward with all her might and whimpered as her fist connected with the fucker’s nose. He howled with pain, but he didn’t go down. Blood poured from his nostrils, and she would have smiled if he hadn’t been looking at her with such rage. Moving back from her slowly, he raised the gun and aimed straight at her head.

“I think a head shot would be better, that way it won’t damage your heart and lungs,” he said coldly.

Shit, think, Janie.

“You can’t kill me now. How the hell are you going to carry a dead body out of here? And besides, you need to put organs on ice to keep them. Even I know that,” she stated.

He didn’t seem to like having the obvious pointed out. He backhanded her across the face. Pain exploded in her cheek and radiated up to her eye socket. Her skin felt hot, and her cheek throbbed.

“Bastard,” she spat.

Grabbing her arm, he shoved her in front of him and kept the gun trained on her. “Walk,” he commanded.

She obeyed and wondered when Wolf was going to make an appearance. What the hell was he waiting for? The National Guard?

And then it dawned on her. Wolf was following to see if there were others waiting for her and this fucker.

She was going to give him a piece of her mind when he rescued her. But now that she thought about it, she knew her men wouldn’t give up until they had her back safe and sound. The fear she had been carrying with her dissipated, and logic began to take control.

* * * *

Wolf wanted to laugh when Janie punched the fucker in the nose so hard she broke it, but when he hit her in return he wanted to unload a round of bullets into the bastard’s body. Controlling himself, he followed them instead, sticking to the shadows and moving stealthily. Timing was essential now. He wouldn’t risk Janie’s safety, but if he waited and could glimpse another person, they may be able to crack the black-market organ ring wide open. And then he and all his teammates would be able to retire for good and spend the rest of their lives enjoying the love of their women peacefully.

His ears pricked up when he heard a motorbike engine in the distance. Time was running out. Lander and Seton were on their way, and Janie was just exiting the trees. In moments he’d lose his cover, and then he would have to make a move.

Another underlying drone penetrated his auditory senses. Ignoring the noise of Lander’s bike, he concentrated on the other sound. A truck was heading in their direction. Janie must have heard it, too, because she looked in the direction of the noise.
Shit
. Wolf was going to have to draw fire toward himself so Janie could escape, but first he wanted to see who was in the truck.

Lowering his mental wall once more, he pushed the images to Lander and Seton, hoping they wouldn’t burst into the clearing before he got a look. The truck came into view and slowed on the old forest track, and to his shock he was very familiar with the person in the truck.

The face belonged to a very prominent member of congress who was going to run for the presidency. He again pushed those images to his brothers and stepped out of the tree line.

What occurred next happened so fast it was almost a blur. The congressman was yelling, and even though Wolf couldn’t make out the words, he knew what the congressman wanted. His death.

The assailant who had Janie wheeled around and pulled her in front of him, using her as a human shield.

Wolf didn’t stop. He kept right on running until he was close enough to hear what Janie was saying.

“You’re not going to win, you know. They will save me,” Janie stated calmly.

Wolf couldn’t believe she was actually goading the bastard.

“Drop your weapon,” Janie’s attacker screamed.

“No,” Wolf replied.

“I’ll shoot her,” he yelled.

“No, you won’t, but the congressman just might shoot you. He’s obviously mixed up in this fiasco, and if you kill her now her organs won’t last long enough to be of any use,” Wolf stated.

And then he moved lightning fast. The goon turned to look behind him, giving Wolf the chance to pull Janie from the fucker’s clutches. He pushed her away from the action. Grabbing the bastard’s wrist, he disarmed the fucker just as Lander rode up on the bike. The thudding of hooves told him that Seton wasn’t far behind.

Lander changed direction and took off after the congressman, who had bolted to his truck when the action began, while Seton leapt from Lucifer’s saddle and pulled Janie into his arms.

“Are you all right, sugar?” Seton asked.

“Never better,” she replied calmly.

Wolf was in the process of cuffing the goon but only had one of his wrists restrained when the attacker pulled a small-caliber gun from his sleeve. A shot rang out. Wolf, looking at the kidnapper’s gun, didn’t understand for a moment where the sound had come from. Then the man cried out and clasped his wrist, and Wolf turned to see Seton holding a smoking nine millimeter.

“I would have handled it,” Wolf stated.

“Wasn’t chancing it,” Seton answered.

Wolf shrugged and proceeded to cuff the unconscious assailant. He had passed out when Seton had shot his hand. Lander arrived on the scene driving the congressman’s truck with the congressman cuffed in the front passenger seat.

“Are you all right, baby?” asked Wolf.

“Yes, but if you ever wait that long to rescue me again I’m gonna offer you your balls to eat from a platter,” she said with a smile.

“Don’t worry, honey, you won’t have to. I’ll do it for you,” Seton snapped. “Let’s go home.”

Janie had just stepped from the bathtub when the door to the bathroom opened. Lander peered ’round the door and waggled his eyebrows at her when he saw her naked body. She had napped the afternoon away. If it wasn’t for her bruised cheek, she would never have thought she had been through such a harrowing time, since she felt totally refreshed.

“Feel better, darlin’?” he queried.

“Much,” she replied.

“Here, let me dry your back.”

She handed him the towel and turned her back to him. Lander patted her dry and, when he was done, hung the towel and wrapped her in his arms.

“I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you, too.” She clutched at him when he picked her up into his arms. “There is nothing wrong with me, you know. I can walk.”

“I know, Janie. I just like having you in my arms. How’s your face feeling?”

“Sore, but not too bad.”

“Good. Do you think you’re up to some lovin’?” he asked.

“Oh, I think I could manage some lovin’,” she answered as he carried her into her room.

“I’m glad to hear that, sugar.” Seton hugged her tighter.

“Me, too, baby,” Wolf said.

Janie looked over to see Wolf and Seton were already naked, reclining on the bed, and they were both stroking their cocks. She licked her lips and smiled when they both groaned.

“Bring her over,” Seton commanded.

“Hey, it’s my turn to fuck her pussy.” Lander pouted petulantly.

“You aren’t going to fight over me, are you, guys?” Janie asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No, darlin’, we’re only teasing,” Lander said with a smile and placed her in the middle of the bed.

“Well, good,” she replied.

“Oh, it’s going to be a hell of a lot better than good, darlin’.”

Janie gasped when Lander leaned over her and sucked a nipple into his mouth, and then she lay back on the bed and closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes, sugar,” Seton demanded.

Janie did as she was told and opened her eyes. Seton leaned in and covered her mouth with his, while Wolf began to suck on her other nipple. They licked, sucked, caressed, and kissed all over her body until she was writhing beneath them.

Lander moved down her body and spread her legs apart, opened his mouth over her cunt, and loved on her. Licking and laving his tongue over her clit, he pushed two fingers into her pussy and began to move them in and out. He had her on the verge of climax in seconds.

“I can’t wait, darlin’, I have to get inside you now,” he rasped and moved up onto his knees.

Janie kept her eyes open and watched Lander’s face as he penetrated her inch by slow, blissful, torturous inch. When he was in her all the way, he pulled her up into his arms and on his lap.

“Fuck, you feel good, darlin’,” he stated in a deep, rumbling voice.

“So do you.” She panted her reply.

“A little cold, baby,” Wolf said from behind her and then touched cold, wet fingers to her ass.

Janie sighed as the nerve endings at her anus came alive. She relaxed against Lander so her muscles would stay loose. She whimpered with pleasure as Wolf prepared her back entrance for his penetration. He scissored the fingers now buried in her bottom to stretch her out, and then he withdrew.

“Are you ready, baby?” Wolf asked.

“Yes,” she sighed.

And then he was pushing his way inside her. He didn’t surge in and cause her pain but forged in slowly. Finally he was in all the way, with his balls touching her flesh.

Janie sat up straight and looked for Seton. He was kneeling on the bed beside her, waiting patiently.

“I love you, sugar.”

“I love you, too, Seton,” she declared and wrapped her hand around his thick, hard cock. “Let me taste you.”

“Yes,” he said and kept his eyes locked with hers.

Janie opened her mouth wide and took the head of his cock in. Using her tongue, she laved the sensitive underside until he was moaning and rocking his hips gently. Getting into a rhythm, she bobbed her head up and down his cock and groaned with approval when Wolf and Lander began to slide their cocks in and out of her pussy and ass.

She was so turned on and full of love for her men that she knew she wouldn’t be able to last long before she climaxed, but she wanted to take at least one of her men with her. Taking Seton in deeper, she pumped her hand up and down the rest of his shaft and was rewarded with a groan.

“It’s too much, sugar. You’re gonna make me come,” he rasped.

Janie didn’t stop. Instead she reached out with her other hand and tickled the sensitive skin between his ass and balls and then lightly drew her nails over his scrotum.

Janie mewled with pleasure as Lander, Wolf, and Seton made love to her. She looked at Seton desperately, letting him know she was about to orgasm.

“Now,” Seton roared. He jerked, spewing cum into her mouth and down her throat.

Janie moaned and gulped, swallowing and climaxing at the same time as Seton. Her body contracted continually around Wolf’s and Lander’s cocks.

“I’m comin’,” Wolf growled and froze as his cock jerked in her ass and filled her with his semen.

“My turn,” Lander yelled and thrust deep, his cock expanding as he shot load after load of cum into her pussy.

Janie released Seton’s cock and collapsed onto Lander’s chest, totally relaxed and completely satiated.

She must have drifted off, because when she opened her eyes, she way lying in bed with her three men surrounding her.

“Welcome back, sugar.” Seton kissed her on the forehead and pulled her into his arms.

“Was the congressman the head of the black-market ring?”

“Yes. His wife has a rare disease which is slowly killing her. She needs a heart and lung transplant to survive,” Seton said.

“I’m guessing she also has my blood type,” Janie speculated.

“Yeah, she does,” Wolf answered from her other side and snuggled up to her. “But the other women who were kidnapped and killed didn’t. The power and money went to his head once he got started.”

“It’s kind of sad, you know,” Janie whispered. “He obviously got into the black-market trade looking for a donor for the love of his life. But he made so many others suffer and had a lot of innocent women killed while he searched for a match for his wife.”

“Don’t feel sorry for him, darlin’. Feel sorry for his wife. She isn’t going to have him by her side while she’s sick.” Lander placed a kiss on her shoulder.

“Has he told the authorities about all the doctors and people he hired?”

“Yes, sugar. You can relax now. They’re being rounded up even as we speak,” Seton answered. “The man who broke into your apartment is already in custody.”

“Thank God,” Janie whispered.

“Amen to that, baby.”

“Janie, will you marry us?”

Janie bolted upright in bed and looked at Seton. “What? Did I fall asleep?”

Seton, Lander, and Wolf all sat up, too, and smiled at her.

“No, sugar. You weren’t dreaming,” he answered.

“So I heard right?”

“Yes, baby, you did,” Wolf said with a laugh.

“So, will you, darlin’? Will you marry us?” Lander asked.

“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!” She laughed as tears streamed down her cheeks and reached out to grab hold of her men. They moved in close to her and surrounded her with their love and their heat.

She had so much to look forward to. Three men to love and to love her in return, and babies, and so much more.

She couldn’t wait.