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She froze where she was. All but her eyes, which betrayed the direction her mind was already racing in when she glanced to her nightstand. Although the gun she kept there couldn’t be seen from where he was standing, the gunman, sadly, wasn’t stupid.

“Not a good idea, Ms. Jackson. I can shoot you both before you ever make it to whatever you’ve got stashed by your bed.”

Still not moving, she eyed the gun. “Thom, are you all right?”

“I’m fine, baby. Let her put on some clothes and we can all just sit down and figure out how we can help you get whatever it is you want,” said Thom smoothly.

“I prefer she stay naked. For one thing, she can’t hide anything that might be used to kill me, especially not with that bare coochie. Very sexy, by the way. Your man here make you do that?”

Making herself as nonthreatening as possible, Avery dropped her gaze. Covering her breasts with one arm and her mons behind her hand, she did her best to look embarrassed while, in her head, she counted the steps that separated them. There were six… maybe less, depending on how fast she moved. Six meant, no matter what he said, he didn’t have time to shoot both her and Thom.

“Daddy likes to do it himself,” she said in her little-est voice. Who was he more likely to shoot: Thom, on his knees with hands bound, or her, coming straight at him with intent to kill? She’d never be able to live with herself if he shot Thom, but if she was coming at him, then she would be his biggest and most immediate threat. It was far more likely that he would turn the gun on her, and that gave her a chance. Not a good one, by any means. And she really didn’t envy the two-point-five seconds she’d have to explain herself before Thom broke through those restraints and got his hands on her.

She was so not sitting down tonight.

“Does he now?” said the man as Thom furtively strained at the tightness of the zip tie around his wrists. “Well, why don’t you turn around for us? Let this daddy here take a good look at you.”

“Daddy?” she asked, feigning fear and hoping Thom knew it for the act it was.

“It’s all right, princess. Do as the man asks and maybe he won’t hurt us.”

Head carefully bowed, Avery slowly turned around. Through the curtain of her hair, she watched them.

“Whoa, that is one very red ass your little girl has there, sport,” the gunman snorted, patting Thom on the shoulder. Lust now creeping into his tone, he asked, “Was someone a naughty little princess? Am I going to need to spank you too?”

Avery stopped, looking back over her shoulder. “Daddy?” she whispered, as if frightened.

“It’s all right, princess.” It was a good thing the gunman couldn’t see Thom’s face. Although his voice was as calm and as even as an angel’s, the devil’s own fury lurked in his eyes as he said, “Answer the nice man’s questions. He’s not going to hurt you, are you?”

“Nah. If I had the time, I wouldn’t mind tapping that. Come on, baby. Turn around and take your hands away so I can see your tits.”

Noting how his breathing had changed, Avery did as she was told. Thom must have noticed it as well. Their would-be attacker couldn’t take his eyes off her as he took in her flushed skin and beaded nipples.

“You are one lucky S.O.B.,” he said, and then to her he added, “I’ll bet he paddled your butt before he fucked you raw. At least that’s what I would have done.”

The devil got a little darker in Thom’s eyes. Avery knew every fiber of his being wanted to protect her by taking this asshole down, and she was almost in the right position to help. The gunman was enjoying looking at her, his gaze dropping from her breasts to her pussy. She tried to cover herself and was rewarded when he took the gun from Thom’s head, using it to gesture for her to move her hand.

“Don’t be a bad girl, baby. I’m not like your daddy. I’ll do more than make you raw.”

“Daddy’s almost always gentle,” she said. Slipping a step sideways, she was rewarded again. The gunman turned with her, and now the muzzle of the gun wasn’t pointed at Thom at all. It was drifting downward, harmlessly aimed at the floor. Her voice turning slightly husky now, rather than little and lost, she said, “Even when I’m so very naughty that Daddy has to take my bottom hole, he’s almost always gentle once he’s done spanking me.”

“Holy shit! You let him fuck your ass?”

“I always do what Daddy tells me,” Avery said, closing the gap between them with a cautious step. He was almost exactly where she wanted him, so fixed on her pussy and her tits that he wasn’t even aware that she was moving toward him, when a second gunman walked into the room.

Christian Reid… shit. Avery froze where she was.

So did Christian. His face screwed up in disgust. “For Christ’s sake, Phil! Get Lyndon up and ready for travel. And you, drop the act, Avery.” He tossed her a dressing gown and, furious with herself for not moving faster, she quickly put it on.

The man called Phil put a second round of zip ties around Thom’s wrists, almost guaranteeing he wouldn’t be able to break through them. This time Thom was gagged; Avery never took her eyes off him. He needed to know she was strong and ready to move as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Nothing that either man had done or said had touched her, not in any way that mattered anyway. Sadly, Christian wasn’t Phil. Turning her around, he bound her hands behind her back.

“When did you and Thom become an item?” Finn’s brother asked conversationally. “I have to tell you, I was a little surprised when we tracked his truck here. Maybe even a little disappointed. Phil’s an idiot, but he’s also right. You’re a tasty piece of tail. If we had more time and the circumstances were different, maybe we could have taken turns.”

Thom’s arms bulged as he twisted at his wrist ties. The gag cutting into the corners of his mouth, he glared at Christian.

“Relax,” Christian told him. “Fariq’s got us on a tight schedule and we need you alive and willing to be of use to us.”

He turned Avery around, smirking just before he stuffed his hand into her dressing gown. He stroked her left breast, giving it a quick squeeze and pinching the nipple. She’d have kneed him, except he moved first, shoving her backwards onto a chair. He had her by the legs, with one ankle quickly zip tied to each wooden leg before she recovered her balance. She comforted herself by knowing it was probably for the best. As much as she would dearly have loved to hurt him, they both still had guns and one was once more pointed at Thom’s head.

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