Flash Bang (21 page)

Zach could feel his own cock jerk as Ro came apart under their hands. When Graham reached out to rub his come into her skin rather than wipe it away, Zach released her breasts and knew he was seeing a claim. A sign of ownership. She was theirs. Whatever else happened, she was theirs.

Ro slumped back against him, and Graham reached out to shut off the water. Zach felt like he could hammer nails with his cock, it was so goddamn hard. He wasn’t leaving this room without getting inside her. And there was still one place he hadn’t been.

He looked to Graham, who was gathering Ro up in his arms. Graham met his gaze and jerked his head toward the bench in the locker room. It was great to know that your best friend wasn’t about to leave you with a stiff cock and aching balls. It was Zach’s turn to be buried inside her. And he wanted that gorgeous ass.

Zach stepped out of the shower area and grabbed a couple towels. One he laid out on the wooden bench, and the other he used to scrub himself dry. Graham sat on the towel, one leg on either side of the bench. He snagged the towel from Zach and dried Ro and himself. He sat her on the bench so she straddled it, facing him. Zach reached into his locker and grabbed the bottle of lube he usually reserved for jacking off in the shower. This was a much better use. Unbelievably better. He straddled the bench and leaned over Ro.

“You ready for more, baby?”

She turned to look at him, noticing the bottle of lube in his hand. Zach smiled as her nipples beaded. She nodded.

“I need words, babe,” Zach reminded her.

She swallowed. “Yes. But how exactly …” She trailed off as Graham gripped her thighs to lift her onto his lap, impaling her on his already hard cock.

“Holy shit!” Ro yelled, her head rolling back. “Warn a girl next time, Conan.”

Graham grunted before rolling backward so he was prone and Ro was laid out on top of him, legs spread wide where they were caught over Graham’s hips. Zach could see her asshole and where Graham was buried balls-deep in her pussy. The sight of a dude’s balls wasn’t his favorite, but when he was about to be buried in Ro’s tight little ass, he didn’t give a fuck.

Zach trailed his finger from the cleft of her ass down to the whorl he was about to slide into. He drizzled lube, and smoothed it around before breaching the tight muscle of her ass with a finger. Her moan was all the incentive he needed to continue. He slid a second finger in, the hole clenching to try to keep him out.

“Relax, babe. Push out. I’m just trying to make sure you’re ready for me.” He scissored his fingers, trying to stretch the snug passage, which was made even tighter by the fact that her pussy was full of Graham’s dick.

He slipped his fingers out and lubed up his cock before pressing the head against her asshole. Gripping the base, he pressed forward until the muscle gave, and the head slid inside.

“Oh God,” Ro whispered.

“You good, babe?” Graham asked.

“Mmhmm. It’s just … full. The pressure is so … good …”

She trailed off as Zach slid in deeper. Her moan was all the encouragement he needed to continue until he was buried in her ass.

“Goddamn, woman. You’re so fucking tight. I don’t know how I’m going to last.”

Zach felt Graham start to pull out, signaling the start of their alternating thrusts. When Graham started to push back inside her pussy, he pulled out of her ass, reveling in the hot, dark clench of muscle. Zach reached around to toy with Ro’s clit, pulling another moan from her.

Ro’s mutterings of
oh god, holy shit
and variations of the same kept him pistoning in and out. Her cries got louder right before she clamped down on his cock. Hard. The near stranglehold of her tightening muscle had his orgasm boiling up in his balls and shooting out before he could rein it in. He pinched her clit and felt her bear down again, her cries of pleasure echoing off the tiled walls. A growl from Graham indicated that he’d given in to the hot heaven of this amazing woman.

“Fuck,” Graham rumbled in Ro’s ear. “That was fucking incredible, babe.”

Ro slumped against him, unable to summon the strength to move. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had. She had no idea her body could do that.
I guess it just takes adding
their
bodies.
Holy hell. Her eyelids drooped with exhaustion. The last thing she’d felt before she gave up the fight against the descending darkness was a kiss to her temple accompanied by a soft, “Most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

Ro woke disoriented. She was in Graham’s bed, and the sky was still dark, the first hint of gray dawn breaking through the cloak of night. Graham had his arm thrown over her, and Zach’s hand cupped her hip. The sheet was thrown back, and she’d been kept warm solely by the heat radiating from their bodies. Ro squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears from falling. She hated what she had to do, but she didn’t see any alternative. Graham was dead set against her leaving alone, and in his dedication to protect the people he’d taken responsibility for, he couldn’t spare the bodies, his included, to see that she made it home safely. She bit her lip, and steeled herself against the clawing ache that was shredding her heart. Whether she wanted to leave or not, she couldn’t bring herself to stay. She was going to prove to her family that they meant everything to her.

Decision made, Ro paused to make sure both men were sleeping soundly. When all she heard was even breathing, she inched out of their hold and off the end of the bed. Apparently last night’s activities, when added to the crazy events of the day, had rendered them dead to the world. Away from their warmth, the shiver that passed through her was a cold reminder of what she was about to do. She smiled sadly, knowing she’d be reliving the events of the last few days for the rest of her life. Shoving aside the urge to crawl back between them, Ro padded silently across Graham’s room and picked up her folded clothes off the chair in the corner. She clutched her shirt, picturing Zach stacking them neatly. She took a deep breath, and blinked back the tears. After another deep breath she forced the emotions down. She spotted Graham’s M1911 on the nightstand and remembered that he stashed a backup in the drawer. Liberating both guns, she checked to make certain the safeties were engaged. Spying Zach’s and Graham’s t-shirts on the floor, she picked those up, too. She wanted something to remind her that these men hadn’t been just a figment of her imagination. She dressed quickly in the main room of the cabin, stuffing the M1911 in the waistband of her jeans at the small of her back and the other in the pocket of her hoody. She hefted her backpack onto her shoulders from where it sat by the door, and slipped silently out of the cabin.

Ro’s first stop was the gun range where she raided the cabinets for MREs, Power Bars, and bottled water to replenish her supply. It felt wrong to take them, but she couldn’t believe Graham or Zach would begrudge her the supplies.
No
,
they’d be too busy wanting to shake some sense into her for leaving
. She crept across the interior of the compound to the bolt hole that she’d seen the men enter and exit when they didn’t want to unlock the main gate.

Unlike her last escape attempt, it wasn’t her ankle, but her heart that ached. She thought about their reaction to finding her gone. Graham would lose his friggin’ mind, and Zach would be so … disappointed in her.

Shoving the thoughts aside, she slid the bolt free, and the door swung open on well-oiled hinges. She stepped through the porthole and carefully closed the door, using a stick to prop it shut from the outside. She didn’t like the idea of leaving it unbolted, but from the outside, she had no choice. Ro pulled out her compass, oriented herself, and headed toward the northeast corner of the property. The hidden gate there would be her exit point, and she just needed to avoid whoever was on fire watch. Ro sent thoughts skyward and headed out.

Dodging the roaming patrol had actually been easier than Ro had expected. Finding the hidden gate and sliding under the laser beam that would trip the perimeter alarm hadn’t been much more difficult. She couldn’t stop looking over her shoulder for the first couple of hours, because she expected Graham and Zach to come rushing out of the woods after her. But that hadn’t happened. And the farther away Ro got from the ranch, the more she had to tamp down her mixed up emotions.

It was hard not replay the events of the last few days.
Jesus. Talk about a freaking roller coaster.
Only a week ago, if someone had told Ro that she’d willingly take part in a ménage—and love it—she would’ve punched him in the throat. Seriously, though. Propositioned for two ménages (okay, surprised with and bargained into) within a few weeks? That had to be some kind of a record. At least among twenty-something professional women with almost no social life to speak of. The craziest part was, while the first one—the Evelyn-Charles incident—had felt so utterly and abhorrently
wrong
, the second one had just felt natural and
right
. Maybe it was the lack of a silicone strap-on? Whatever the reason, she couldn’t regret her decision. In either case. And she was working really, really hard to not regret her decision to sneak out this morning. Maybe someday, like when the power grid came back up, she’d take a drive back to Castle Creek Whitetail Ranch and see if they’d forgiven her for running out on them.

Ro’s stomach growled, reminding her that she had missed out on Allison’s excellent breakfast. She paused to unzip the side pouch of her pack and pulled out one of the stash of peanut butter Power Bars she’d “borrowed.” Tearing the wrapper open with her teeth, Rowan heard a branch snap behind her. Expecting to see Graham and Zach’s angry faces, she started to whirl around. But before she caught of a glimpse of whoever was behind her, pain exploded in her skull and everything went black.

Still half asleep, Graham rolled over and reached for Rowan. When his hand found the cold sheet between him and Zach, his eyes flew open. Sunlight filtered through a slit in the blackout curtains covering the cabin’s high windows. The morning was still. Zach’s even breathing was the only sound interrupting the silence. The icy fingers of dread from yesterday invaded full force, this time gripping his heart and his gut.