Page 61 of Captivated with Them

Gordon Little hadn’t suffered any repercussions for helping us escape. It was hard to know the exact details when we were so far away, and we didn’t want to get Gordon talking about it, only to find his phoneline had been tapped or something similar. But it seemed Frankie’s men had remained tight-lipped with the authorities, preferring to handle things themselves, we assumed, and had even been vague with the details about what kind of vehicle the shooter had been driving. Gordon had reported his car stolen, but he’d never been linked with the shooting that had occurred outside of the airport. No one would have associated the mild-mannered prosthetist with a bunch of criminals, and it had all happened so fast that we figured Otis hadn’t gotten a good look at who’d been driving.

The police theorized the shooting was a gangland repercussion to do with the killing of Joe Nettie that had happened during the trial, though they hadn’t been able to point their finger at anyone.

It had been a tense few days and weeks for Gordon, but in the end, he’d been able to relax and assume no one was coming after him.

The past few months had been better than I could have ever dreamed. We’d left the city, wanting somewhere quieter, and found a four-bedroom villa near the beach. The villa had tall walls surrounding the grounds and a large gate leading onto the property, so not only did we feel secure here, we also had our privacy. Even better was the pool the villa came with. We didn’t have a huge amount of money, but the guys had some saved in an offshore account that we’d been able to tap into. It was enough for us to live on, for the time being, anyway. Spain was far cheaper to live than America. We hadn’t ruled out going back to the States at some point in the future—and we may need to if we were unable to find work here—but for the moment it was more important that we keep our heads down.

We spent our days walking on the beach, eating tapas, and drinking cold beer. It was an idyllic life, and even though each of us would never fully lose the feeling that this life had only been borrowed, and that we may have to move on one day, we were happy for the moment.

At first, I’d been filled with guilt at the thought that I’d abandoned Skye and May to what would have been my fate as well if the guys hadn’t stepped in, but then Kodee had explained to me what they’d done with the passports. We kept an eye on the internet, watching for any news about what might have happened to them. Then one day, a tiny article appeared online about how a group of people had been stopped at passport control. The young women had fake passports, the men with them suspected of human trafficking. Links had been made back to organized crime in New York City, and the head of the criminal cell, Manuel Capello, had been arrested on suspicion of human trafficking, illegal arms trade, and drugs, among other offences. The girls had both been reunited with their family members, and I hoped they were happy.

Kodee took his turn to kiss me, and I pulled my thoughts away from the past. He ran his hands down my back to cup my ass and squeeze the rest of the water out of my bikini bottoms. My hair, also wet, dripped down my spine, but I didn’t mind. The sun was still hot and would dry me quickly enough.

Behind me, Dillon hauled himself out of the pool. I stopped kissing Kodee long enough to glance over my shoulder to see him shaking water out of his dark hair. His muscles were highlighted when wet, his skin tan from months under the Spanish sun, fading the tattoos that were scrawled across his arms and torso. I took a moment to admire him.

He stepped forward, sandwiching me between his body and Kodee’s. From the sun-lounger, Ryan watched.

I wriggled, deliberately grinding my butt provocatively against Dillon. “You can’t get me any wetter now,” I teased him.

He growled and lowered his head to bite my shoulder. “Wanna bet?”

It was a bet I was more than happy to take on. I reached behind me and placed my hand over the front of his swim shorts. I gave him a squeeze. “I hope you’re planning on making good use of that.”

“Hey, back off, Dillon,” Kodee said, though he was only teasing. “I thought it was my turn.”

“Now, now, boys. You can both have me at the same time.”

Kodee wiggled his eyebrows. “I like the sound of that.”

So did I.

Dillon dropped onto the sun-lounger beside Ryan’s, straddling it and shuffling up to the far end to create some room. These were no cheap plastic constructions—they were solid wicker beds, with thick, white mattresses for us to lay our towels across.

Kodee tried to keep hold of me, as though they were playing tug-of-war, with me between them, but Dillon won. He tugged me down onto the lounger, his arms around my waist, his chest pressed to my back. Kodee relented and took the other end, also straddling the lounger, with me facing him.

On the bed beside us, Ryan watched with dark lust in his blue eyes.

Kodee kissed me again, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts to his broad chest. My nipples were still hard from being in the cold water, poking through the flimsy material of my bikini. I skimmed his shoulders with my palms, enjoying the smooth skin and hard muscle beneath. Behind me, Dillon had leaned in and was kissing my neck, my skin puckering in goosebumps. His fingers found the bow holding the top of my bikini together, and he pulled one end, unravelling the knot. The twin triangles were now only held up against Kodee’s chest, and, seeing what Dillon had done, he deliberately pulled back, letting the bikini fall.

“Well, this looks like fun,” Ryan said from beside us. “Room for one more?”

Kodee grinned at him. “Always.”

Ryan was wearing shorts, so his new leg was proudly on display. It made him look like some kind of bionic man—a total badass. He moved in behind Kodee, wrapped his arms around him as well, and reached between us to rub at his cock.

Dillon used the same trick to rid me of my damp bikini bottoms, pulling at the strings on each hip to undo them and tugging them away completely.

I loved being naked between them. There was no greater pleasure in life.

Ryan freed Kodee’s thick, heavily veined cock from his shorts, and masturbated him, while kissing his neck and shoulders. I watched Ryan’s fingers slide up and down his shaft, arousal coiling low and tight in my belly. Fucking hell, they were so hot together.

A click of a cap opening came from behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder. Dillon was holding a bottle of oil he pretended he kept for tanning, but that we both knew was going to be used for something else entirely. From behind, he pushed his hand between my thighs, and I sat back on him, grinding down. He tipped the bottle of oil up and dribbled it at the cleft of my buttocks then used his hands to spread my cheeks, allowing the oil to drip down over my asshole.

While Ryan stroked Kodee, Kodee pushed his hand between my thighs as well, seeking my pussy. I was on my knees, and I stepped them farther apart, giving both him and Dillon room. His thick finger found my clit, circling it a couple of times, before sliding down between my folds and opening me up to him. At my rear, Dillon’s fingers probed my ass, and I sucked in a breath.

“God, that feels good,” I gasped, addressing them both.

I reached back for Dillon’s cock and discovered he’d already rid himself of his shorts. I circled my fingers around his girth and pumped him slowly.

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