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“Okay, I can’t deny that, but that doesn’t mean I’ve got my life together any more than I do. Actually, it probably means the opposite. What woman in her right mind sleeps with two guys who kidnapped her from her wedding?”

“Rescued her from her wedding, and I think you’re doing pretty good, considering all the shit your father has put you through.”

“What do you know about my father? And why did you take me in the first place? You said Patrick took something from you.”

“We know your father from the research we’ve done. When we heard about Patrick getting married, we gathered all the information we could. Since your father arranged the whole thing, we had to dig into his life. And yes, Patrick took something from us…” Mark says.

“Our mother,” Jax fills in the blank.

A gasp slips past my lips. I knew Patrick was a slimy prick. “What did he do… wait, you are brothers?”

“Not by blood. We were in foster care together. Penny was our foster mom, one of many but the only one who actually gave a shit. She was working in one of Patrick’s factories when she got sick. She worked there for twenty years and hardly missed a day of work, but he fired her when she started calling out sick to go to her chemo treatments. She lost her health insurance, and then…”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It happened a long time ago, but we never forgot. We vowed to her we would get revenge. We’ve been waiting for the right time, and then we heard about you. We planned to take you and let you go tomorrow, but…” Mark runs the washcloth over my stomach and down between my thighs.

I let my head fall back against his shoulder and close my eyes. “Mmmhhh, that feels so good.” He brushes the cloth over my sensitive clit.

“Like he said, we were going to let you go.” Jax surprises me, wrapping his lips around my nipple.

“But I don’t think that’s going to happen now,” Mark whispers against my neck. “We’re going to keep you. We’re going to worship your body every day, and maybe even send Patrick some videos of how we dirty you up.”

“Yes,” I moan. I don’t know why that sounds so sexy, but I want it all.

Jax releases my nipple with a pop. “We’ll take care of you from now on. We’ll make sure everything is taken care of. You don’t ever have to worry again.” Before I can respond, he wraps his lips around my other nipple, sucking on it so hard that I forget what I was going to say.

“Tell us that’s what you want. Tell us you want to stay with us,” Mark urges.

“Yes, yes! I want that. Please.” My voice comes out raspy, my entire body is on fire, and I know it won’t take much for me to come again.

Mark keeps rubbing the washcloth over my clit while Jax plays with my tits, sucking, kneading, and teasing. Then Mark’s free hand slides around my back and down my ass. He slips between my cheeks until he finds my back hole. His soapy finger slides into the tight ring of muscle with ease.

He shoves his finger deep inside my ass, and the foreign feeling with a twinge of pain is what pushes me over the edge. I come so hard that my vision goes black, and stars form around me. My whole body tightens, my back arches, and I get up on my tiptoes before slumping back into Mark’s hold.

“I think she wants to stay.” Jax chuckles.

“Yes, and we’ll never let her go,” Mark agrees.

I’m too spent to answer, but in my mind, I nod.

Yes, don’t ever let me go.

6

JAX

“Good morning.” Leaning back against the counter, I greet Anna, watching over the rim of my coffee mug as she pads barefoot through the living room into the kitchen.

Wrapped in nothing more than the white cotton sheet from the master bed, her golden hair tousled around her bare shoulders from two more intense rounds of sex and the exhaustion that claimed her afterward, she looks like a goddess. A vision of Aphrodite, and I would be happy to worship at the temple of her body every day for the rest of my life. Starting with her perfect breasts and hardened nipples, visible beneath the thin fabric of the sheet.

Yup, I am so fucked. Pretty sure Mark is too.

We had a plan—and the plan was simple. Crash the wedding. Steal the bride and finally, finally, get payback. For Penny. Of course, that was before I saw Anna standing at the altar in that monstrosity of a wedding dress swallowing her whole like an ivory nightmare straight out of an eighties fashion magazine. She was breathtaking.

That’s when the plan went to shit.

We kicked in the doors of that church, fully prepared to steal Patrick’s future trophy wife, saving her from the miserable existence that awaited her by setting her up with a new name and a new life. What I didn’t plan for was the overwhelming desire for her new life to start with us. I want to keep her, and I know Mark wants to keep her. We’re too like-minded for him to want anything else.

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