Flash Bang (14 page)

Rather than freak like her whirring mind told her she should, Ro lifted her hips, pressing against the hand that was now cupping her through the material of her pants.

Graham kissed her shoulder before saying, “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is gonna burn us alive, isn’t it?

“Touch me,” Ro breathed.

Zach pulled away from her nipples. “You sure you’re ready for this?” The hand cupping her mound stilled.

Ro gritted her teeth to stop the moan of frustration. “Please. I need …”

“You need to come, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

“Lift up,” Graham ordered.

Ro’s hips shifted at his command, pressing into his hand. Zach wasted no time in dragging the sweats down her legs and tossing them aside.

Hell. Now she was completely naked on the lap of a guy she’d known for less than twenty-four hours, in front of another guy she’d known for less than twenty-four hours. She couldn’t even bring herself to care, because the look on Zach’s face was one of pure worship.

“Ah, fuck.” He looked to Graham. “You didn’t tell me she was bare.”

Ro felt Graham’s answering growl against her shoulder. His hand covered her pussy, and a single finger dragged up her crease toward her engorged clit. He was so, so close.

“Jesus fucking Christ, woman. You’re soaked.” The fingers disappeared for a moment. “And you taste fucking amazing.”

“Spread her open for me, G. I gotta taste that sweet pussy,” Zach said.

Thank the Lord
, Ro thought, because the pulse thrumming in her clit demanded satisfaction.

“I need—” she started.

“We know, baby. Zach’s going to take care of you,” Graham assured her.

“But—”

“Hush,” he ordered, sucking the lobe of her ear into his mouth as he spread her labia. “If you’re good, Zach will get you off faster. If you’re not … well, then he might feel the need to make you beg.”

Ro’s next words, whatever they were going to be, died in her throat as Zach bent his head and dragged his tongue up the middle of her exposed slit. He pulled back and met her eyes. “I’m going to eat this sweet little pussy until you scream.”

All coherent thoughts fled as Zach’s head bent again and his tongue expertly circled and flicked at her clit, before dragging down to dip into her pussy, fucking her with short thrusts.

Graham’s deep voice rumbled in her ear as he said, “Zach loves to eat pussy. He’ll fuck you with his tongue until you beg him to stop. And then he’ll slip a finger inside you, find your G-spot, and make you scream.”

At the word “slip,” Ro felt a finger toying with her entrance. She gasped, her hips jerking forward, closer to Zach’s face. The digit slid inside her, and she felt Zach groan against her.

“You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

Ro felt Graham’s hands slide back up to cup her breasts and tease her nipples, before he said, “With such a tight pussy, I can only imagine how tight that virgin ass of yours is going to feel when I get inside it.” Ro insides clenched, and she felt a second digit sliding inside her.

Zach looked up, his lazy smile beyond sensual. “She likes the thought of that, man. She just squeezed my fingers so hard.”

Graham tugged on her nipples, and combined with Zach’s continued onslaught of tongue and fingers, Ro was being dragged to the precipice of pleasure. Screw dragged. She was hurtling toward it.

But Graham wasn’t done sharing his dirty thoughts. “I think Zach should finger that little asshole while he eats your pussy. You’re so dripping wet he won’t need any lube … just you.”

Ro shivered at the thought, and then froze as the one of the fingers slid out and swirled in her slickness before moving back toward her anus.

“I—” Ro started.

“Hush, baby. We’ll take good care of you. Just relax,” Graham whispered.

Zach paused in his exploration to glance up at her. Ro didn’t know what he saw in her face, but it must’ve been assent, because he ducked his head and sucked on her clit as his finger dragged over the pucker, spreading her juices. Ro stilled, but the flicks to her clit had her pressing harder against his tongue ... and pressing his finger against the tight whorl of muscle.

“That’s it, baby. You push out a little more, and I’m going to be finger fucking that ass of yours.”

Ro could feel the climax barreling down on her, and she couldn’t hold on to rational thought. She just needed a little more …

Zach slid his thumb into her pussy and caught her clitoris between his teeth and tongue and tugged. Graham rolled and pulled at her nipples, and Ro let go. The climax broke over her like a twelve-foot swell, crashing through her as she bucked against their hold. Zach continued to suck her clit, and as the orgasm raged on, Ro felt a finger breach her anus and slide inside that dark channel. The invasion was foreign. Dirty. And hot. So hot that she felt a second orgasm rushing on the heels of the first. It slammed into her, weakening her limbs, and she felt her pussy and ass clench around Zach’s fingers. Fingers that continued to pump in and out. Fucking her pussy and her ass.
Holy shit.
Ro threw her head back against Graham’s shoulder and rode out the orgasm, biting her lip to keep from screaming. The pleasured ebbed, and she wilted, spent from the sensory overload. The fingers slid out of her, and Graham wrapped both arms around her torso.

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Graham said. He pressed a gentle kiss against her shoulder, then her neck.

“Think you can handle another?” Zach asked.

Shot down by Graham, Zach had grudgingly agreed that Ro needed rest. Dazed from the two most intense orgasms she’d ever experienced, Ro hadn’t had the energy to argue. Until they tried to tuck her into bed for the rest of the day and offered to deliver her meals and take turns keeping her company.

Oh hell no.

Ro stood her ground, arguing that although she was injured, she wasn’t an invalid. But even with all her snark and attitude, she struggled to meet their gazes. Especially Zach’s. The man had devastated her with his tongue while casually slipping a finger into her ass.

Ro knew that anal sex was the new black, but she’d never been tempted to try it. And now, all signs pointed to her losing her last bastion of virginity in short order. With not one, but
two
men.
Holy fucking hell. Go big or go home
.

After what had happened on the couch, neither man could seem to resist the urge to touch her. Their collective hands had carefully redressed her, and Zach had swept her up into his arms and strode out of the cabin. When she’d protested, Graham had smacked her ass. A blond man, who Ro hadn’t yet met, had been walking by at that moment. Ro’s knee-jerk reaction had been embarrassment, but she quashed it ruthlessly and shot him a look that’d said,
eat your heart out, asshole
. At least she hoped that was what the look had said. Because, dammit, if she was woman enough to participate in a ménage, then she was going to
own
that shit. Graham had caught the look and given her a quick—
approving?
—kiss before striding off.

A few minutes later, she was seated in the mess hall and enduring good-natured ribbing from Alex and Jamie about “The Great Escape.” Apparently her stunt had required Alex to dust off his underwater welding skills, because Graham had ordered grates to be welded beneath the wall to block the entrance and exit via the stream. Ro was apologetic, but was assured that it was better to discover any hole in security now rather than finding out about it—potentially with much more dangerous consequences—later.

After lunch, which had consisted of five-alarm chili and jalapeño cornbread made by one of the guys, her next stop—via Zach’s piggyback ride—was the central command post, where Graham was taking a shift. Zach was off to take his shift on fire watch, and she was hanging with Graham. It seemed that Graham and Zach had made the decision that she would be with one of them at all times. Before he’d left, Zach had leaned in for a kiss and whispered, “Don’t forget, I have first dibs on this sinful mouth of yours later.”

Ro had turned crimson. Zach was definitely no beta.

Conversation with Graham had focused on security protocols of the ranch. Now that she wasn’t trying to escape, he wanted her to understand all of the systems and procedures keeping her and the other residents safe.

“So, wait, how did you know I was coming?” Ro asked.

“We’ve got a few different types of perimeter sensors set up. One of which you tripped.” Graham pointed to a map on the wall. “This is the wall surrounding the inner compound, and this is the outer fence. Outside the fence we have sensors that are set into the ground and detect vibration.” Anticipating her question, he said, “The sensors are set to only go off if the vibration corresponds to a weight that’s heavy enough to be a person.”

“Did you have those set up before? Or did you set them up after the grid went down?”

“After. All of our electronics, or duplicates in the case of the electronics that we used on a daily basis, were locked down in one of the bunkers. They were protected so that an EMP wouldn’t fry them.”

Faraday cages, Ro would bet. Her dad had an entire room in their basement at home lined in aluminum that sealed when you shut the door. In the event of an electromagnetic pulse, the metal skin lining the room would shield the contents from the pulse of energy that blew out unprotected electronics. But Faraday cages weren’t commonplace.

Ro narrowed her gaze on Graham. “That’s not exactly normal, you know. Who got bit with the Doomsday Prepper bug?”

Graham laughed, although it sounded forced. “When you’ve seen what we’ve seen and trained for the things we did, you don’t think in terms of Plan A and Plan B. We’re more into planning for contingencies C-Z.” When he didn’t elaborate, Ro wanted to push, but a glance at his grim features stopped her.

She looked toward the map.

“You said there was more than one perimeter?”

“Yeah, there’s a second perimeter along the outside of the fence line. Those are your standard run-of-the-mill laser sensors. If the beam is broken, it sounds the alarm in here.”

“How do you know where someone broke the beam?”

“We’ve got each side set up as a series of shorter beams. Each beam corresponds to a section of the map.”

“So why bother with fire watch if you’ve got all of these sensors set up? Isn’t that just a waste of manpower?”

“There’s no substitute for two eyes and a gun.”

“Don’t you have a lot of false alarms? Animals breaking the beams?” Ro asked.

“Not as many as you’d think. The beam runs parallel to the fence, only about an inch beyond it. An animal would have to ram the fence to break the beam.”

Graham pointed out the gates that had been set into the fence line, as well as routes taken by the guys on fire watch, which differed during a day shift versus a night shift, and the treestands that doubled as watch posts.

Ro was amazed at the system. It seemed damn near impossible to get in without being detected. The thought allayed her lingering concern about the creepy trio finding a way to get to her—or Lia, the woman they’d rescued.

When Travis relieved Graham of his shift, Ro requested that Graham take her to the clinic so she could check on her. While stitching her up earlier in the day, Beau had guardedly answered Ro’s questions about her.

All they knew was her name, as the woman hadn’t spoken since she’d arrived. No, Ro couldn’t try to talk to her, because they were keeping her sedated. When she’d first woken, she’d panicked, and Beau was afraid she’d hurt herself worse. He was planning to reduce the sedative and promised to let Rowan try to talk to her when she woke up. He’d already intended to have Allison present, hoping that seeing a woman, rather than big, hulking men, would help her stay calm this time.

Graham radioed Beau, and Beau said they weren’t quite ready. “Give me an hour, and check back.”

With an hour to kill, Graham insisted that Ro demonstrate exactly how rusty her skills were with a gun.

“You have a shooting range? Seriously?” Why Ro sounded so shocked, Graham wasn’t entirely certain.

“We have to stay sharp, and some of the hunters like to target shoot when they’re not out slaying bucks. This building is reinforced and soundproofed. It doubles as a safe room.”