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  Chase opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, Brian and Lacey could be heard returning. The conversation ended abruptly as Lacey entered the room at a fast shuffle, kicking the blanket out with her feet at every step. Brian followed behind her, his laptop clenched to his chest, both his arms wrapped around it.

  Rex watched Chase melt when he looked at her. Goddamn. The boy had learned nothing.

  “Done,” she beamed, sidling up to Chase, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I feel so much better knowing that’s gone.”

  Rex looked at Brian, who gave him a subtle thumbs-up behind her back. Good. It had been done quickly and smoothly and without her knowledge. She could stay blissfully unaware now. It wasn’t really a betrayal. They’d keep their part of the deal. They’d keep her safe. It would probably mean keeping her close for the next few years, but Rex didn’t see that as a hardship, more of a bonus—or a good deed. The world needed to be kept safe from the likes of Lacey.

  She was snuggling into Chase like a happy kitten, looking up under her lashes at him. They were so damn enamored of each other. Rex didn’t like that. At all. He hoped Chase wouldn’t become a problem. Even Col was less of a concern than Chase at this point. Col might hate her guts, but he wasn’t going to spill anything to her that she shouldn’t hear.

  “Let’s go to bed,” Chase murmured to Lacey.

  Rex watched, his arms folded over his chest as they walked away together, looking like they were already a close couple. It hadn’t even been six hours since he’d seen her for what was supposed to be the first time in three years and they already looked like they were about to head down the aisle together.

  “Chase is going to fuck us,” Col muttered, picking up Rex’s thoughts. “Probably before he fucks her.”

  “Shut up already,” Max interjected. “You’re being a real asshole. What’s wrong with you?”

  “What’s wrong with you?” Col began the bickering again.

  “Okay, that’s enough,” Rex said, turning toward them. “Col, if you don’t want to be part of this, you can leave. It will be harder without you, but you don’t have to stay.”

  “So I lose my job and my family over that little b—”

  “Don’t,” Rex interrupted him sharply. “Enough. We’ll call you in as a contractor on jobs if you want, but you can’t stay here and second guess my decisions. That’s not how this works.”

  Col was a good man and truth be told, they couldn’t really spare him. There was no excess fat in their unit. Everybody had a role to play and doing their work without Col would be stretching their resources a little too thin for Rex’s liking, but having someone bitching and moaning the whole time wasn’t going to help either.

  “You don’t have to like her,” he continued. “But you do have to treat her with respect.”

  Col looked around. Rex could see he was trying to weigh up his support. He didn’t have much. Max was firmly Team Lacey. The only possible convert was Brian, and he was back on his computer so intently he probably hadn’t heard a word any of them had said.

  “Fine,” Col relented. “But I’m not sleeping with her.”

  “I’m sure she’ll survive,” Rex rumbled.

  “I’m going out to the workshop,” Brian declared. “I’ll see you guys in the morning.”

  He got up and walked out, laptop under his arm. That left Rex, Col, and Max alone in what was starting to feel like a depressing aftermath.

  “We’ve all had a long day,” Rex said. “Let’s get some rest. Tomorrow we can start working on the information she has. You’re going to get your payoff, Col. We’re not doing this for nothing. Remember that.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Lacey

  Lacey woke up wound in the arms of a strong man. For a brief moment of morning amnesia, she wasn’t sure exactly where she was, or who she was with, but she knew she felt good. One brawny arm was wrapped around her waist, and something nice and thick was poking her in the rear. She rolled over slowly and looked into the face of the man she had been dreaming about for three years.

  Chase. She couldn’t believe she was really in bed with him. A little sexual ache between her thighs reminded her that she had broken her dry spell. But not with him. With another man. God. What was she doing? Her clit tingled at the memory of being held down and fucked by Rex.

  Now she wanted Chase. Her pussy was sensitive and a little sore, but feeling his morning erection against her thigh was too much temptation. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock, slowly stroking the shaft.

  He stirred a little, his cock twitching in her hand. Lacey stroked him gently, reflecting on the events that had brought her here to him—and to the four other men, each of whom had claim to her under the terms she had agreed to. It was a potentially dangerous arrangement, and in the light of a new day, that only made it all the more alluring.

  Lacey would never have admitted it, but danger excited her. She could have quit journalism after Venezuela. She could have come home and gotten some local beat and never covered anything more exciting than a county fair. Instead, she’d gone to the very heart of power and corruption and stuck her nose in until someone tried to bite it off.

  Now she was at the mercy of five virile men. Men who took what they wanted. Men who wanted her. In the privacy of her own mind, she allowed herself to revel in the deliciousness of it.

  Lacey had never once managed a traditional relationship. Most men couldn’t keep up with her. They got tired of her being out all hours, being buried in her work, the frequent visits from unsavory characters. Cops and criminals alike, Lacey had connections everywhere. She’d tried dating throughout the spectrum, but it never worked out and she’d been single for the last year, when she realized that it was starting to get dangerous not just for her, but for anyone too close to her.

  These men weren’t like other men. They were stronger. They seemed to understand her better than almost anyone else, each in different ways. Even Col knew her in some way. He hated her, but she didn’t really blame him for that. She was more surprised the others didn’t.

  “What do you think you’re doing, my girl?”

  Chase’s sleepy morning rumble startled her out of her thoughts. Her hand stilled on his cock.

  “Uhm…” She looked at him under her lashes. “Touching you?”

  “Not now, Lacey,” he said, gently unfurling her fingers from his rod.

  “Not now? When?” She hated sounding pouty.

  “When it’s right,” he said cryptically.

  “It feels right to me.” She gave him her sexiest smile, the one that usually got marks to spill all the info she needed. Chase just frowned.

  “Lacey, if you keep tempting me, I am going to turn you over my knee and spank your butt red.”

  She let out a little giggle. “Oh, really?”

  His brow rose and his pupils narrowed just a little. “I’m not joking.”

  “Uh huh…” She reached back and pushed the blankets off her naked butt, rolling her hips to make her cheeks gyrate alluringly. “You’re going to spank me just because I want you… ow!”

  He’d reached out and swatted her butt hard enough to make her hips sink back down to the bed, and to impart a serious sting to her rear.

  “Ow, Chase!” She didn’t have to pretend to pout now.

  “I warned you.”

  “Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to actually do that. I thought you were the nice one.”

  “I am the nice one,” Chase winked. “That’s why you got one warning slap and not a full on thrashing.”

  “Lucky me,” she grumbled, turning around so he couldn’t reach her rear so easily anymore. That left her naked body exposed to Chase completely. She wanted him. Of all the men, she wanted him the most. But he didn’t seem interested in her. He looked at her with appreciation, but not with unchained lust. There was something else between them, something she didn’t understand at all. In the absence of explanation, she took it as rejection.


  “Fine,” she said. “If you don’t want me, someone else will.”

  She got out of bed and stamped down the hall to the kitchen before Chase could get up and stop her.

  Rex was up, getting some coffee. It struck her again just how hot he looked with the salt and pepper five-o’clock shadow around his chin and jaw. He was also just barely dressed, wearing striped blue pajama pants and nothing else. His torso was hard and well proportioned. He had the body of an active duty soldier, all practical working muscle.

  “What the hell are you doing?” He asked the question when he saw her standing there utterly naked.

  “Chase won’t fuck me.”

  “Lacey…” Chase followed her in.

  “No. I want to have sex,” she said. “So if you won’t… eeeeep!”

  Her squeal was caused by being grabbed, carried across the room, and pushed over the back of the couch. In seconds her bare pussy was raised and on display. She felt the head of Rex’s cock against her entrance. Unlike Chase, he wasted no time at all in fulfilling her request.

  “You want to be fucked, is that it?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  She felt him hesitate at the word, then a second later, he drove inside her. Deep. One long thrust inside her pussy that filled her all the way to her cervix. She didn’t know why she’d called him that. He was in no way like her father. It was just an impulse that had taken her when she felt his energy. Rex was more than dominant. He was the emotional center of the group, the maker of rules. He was the one who decided everything, and as she laid there, her ass in the air, her pussy wrapped around his cock, she felt a kind of inexplicable erotic peace filling her up along with his dick. This was how things were meant to be. This was how she was meant to wake up.

  “Bad girl,” Rex lectured, holding himself still inside her. “You want to make Chase jealous by having me take your pussy?”

  “Maybe…” She squeaked the word as her tight hole tried to accommodate him.

  “I don’t think that’s going to work out for you,” Rex said, pulling all the way out, then pushing his cock all the way back inside her in one languid stroke. “Chase isn’t jealous of what I do to your pussy. Are you, Chase?”

  “Not at all,” Chase said, looking at her with a bemused expression. “Especially not when she calls you Daddy.”

  “You’re exactly the sort of girl who needs a daddy to fuck her, aren’t you, Lacey?”

  “Yes, sir,” she mumbled, embarrassment flowing through her veins. She needed this. She needed sex to wipe away the stress.

  “You’ve got a daddy now,” he growled. “You’ve got a daddy who will fuck your pussy long and hard, who will spank your little ass when you need it. You’ve got a daddy you’re going to have to obey.”

  Lacey moaned as she was fucked long and hard, Rex’s cock making her pussy stretch and grip with every one of his thrusts. Rex understood what she needed, and he didn’t hold back. He used her until… ping! A metallic sound across the room intervened.

  “That’s my toast,” he said, pulling out. “Chase, you can take over if you like…”

  “Please,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop…”

  “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” Rex said, slapping her ass.

  “Chase…”

  Chase shook his head. “I don’t know, Lacey, I don’t know that you deserve my cock after that tantrum.”

  She pouted and started to stand up.

  “No,” he said quickly. “Stay there. Just like that.”

  “Why? You don’t want me.”

  “Oh, I want you,” he said, his eyes gleaming with lust. She could see the hard line of his erection underneath his boxers. “But you need to learn a lesson. You don’t demand anything from me, girl. Including sex.”

  “What’s for breakfast?” Max asked the question as he pushed his way into the room, dressed in jeans and a football jersey. He stopped dead seeing Lacey bent over the couch, her half-fucked pussy on display.

  “She is,” Chase said with a smirk. “Mouthy girl wanted to be fucked.”

  “Is that right?” Max smirked back. “Goddamn, Chase. This was the best idea you ever had.” He slapped Chase on the back and walked around behind Lacey.

  Lacey held on to the couch as the second cock of the day sank inside her. This was fucked up. This was wrong. This was hot as hell. Max reached forward, took her by the shoulders and rammed his cock deep into her already warmed-up pussy, stroking in and out with rolling motions of his hips that made her sex melt around him.

  Brian was up next. He fixed himself some cereal, his gaze settling on her as Max kept publicly fucking her, making good use of her pussy.

  She was the center of their attention, Chase, Rex, Brian, and Max all fixated on her, in between sips of coffee and bites of toast, anyway. There was something hot and twisted about how casually they were using her, as if fucking a naked girl over the couch, sharing her wet pussy between their hard cocks was just totally natural.

  “Don’t come in her,” Rex cautioned. “Not without protection.”

  “Of course,” Max snorted, his cock throbbing deep in her pussy. “Wouldn’t want to knock her slutty little cunt up.”

  Lacey let out a moan of embarrassed arousal. Every thrust was making her clit grind against the arm of the couch, pushing her toward an orgasm that was not all that far away and hadn’t been since Rex had picked her up and manhandled her into the fucking position.

  Max stroked inside her a few more times, then pulled out and she felt his cum spraying all over her ass, hot spurts of it coating her cheeks, missing the wet slit of her pussy entirely. She was left without orgasm and somehow disappointed. Her inner walls clenched as she looked hopefully at Chase and Brian. She had already given up all semblance of modesty or chastity. That had been ripped away by Rex last night. Now what she wanted was release, to have a hot load of her protectors’ seed inside her.

  “Please…” she whimpered to Chase. “Please, sir…”

  “Oh, sir,” Rex noted. “She’s getting more polite.”

  “Mhm, she is,” Chase agreed. “Almost like she knows how to behave herself after all.”

  “I need to come,” she whimpered, glancing hopefully over at Brian. He was watching her, but she didn’t think he was going to come over and fuck her. He didn’t seem like the type to bang a girl in front of his boss and colleagues, but she got her hopes up when he opened his mouth to speak.

  “Does someone want to help me bring something inside? It’s too heavy for one person.” Brian’s all too pedestrian comment dashed her hopes. She’d been fucked twice, but not allowed to come. It wasn’t fair.

  “You stay there,” Chase insisted. “Everyone hasn’t had their turn yet.”

  “You’re being mean,” she whimpered.

  “No, I’m being nice,” he smiled. “I’m making sure you get everything you wanted.”

  “Anyone?” Brian spoke up again.

  “I will,” Max said. “Keep your hair on, little guy.”

  Lacey stayed dangling over the couch, wondering what was in store for her next. They couldn’t just leave her here all day, surely, just coming by occasionally to give her pussy a casual fuck. The thought made her tingle. They could do exactly that and so much more. She’d given herself to them without reserve.

  Max and Brian soon came back in with a bunch of pieces of metal and pneumatics and a battery and a rubber dildo. Lacey looked on, at first with interest, and then with a growing sense of horror as Brian fitted the pieces together to form a long shaft attached to a rotating motor. The dildo was affixed to the shaft in very short order. He stood back with a proud smile and let them all see what he had been up to.

  “Sick little fucker,” Rex chuckled. “Too lazy to fuck her yourself?”

  “This is more efficient,” Brian smiled. He turned and crooked his finger at Lacey. “Come here.”

  Brian didn’t have an uber-dominant persona, but he didn’t need one. There was a char
ming force of will that made her want to obey him, though she glanced at Chase first to make sure he wouldn’t object to her getting up from the couch. He nodded briefly and so she got up and made her way over and around to where Brian was standing. Looking at him, she felt herself blush. He had a unique kind of attractiveness in the group, an elegance that made her feel her crude nudity more than before.

  If he was judging her in any way, he didn’t show it. When she reached him, Brian took her by the hand like a gentleman and had her kneel down on hands and knees. Having assumed the position, she heard him tut quietly, then felt him take a cloth and wipe her rear off, removing Max’s cum.

  She was nervous as Brian adjusted the mechanical cock at her pussy, the cool, lifeless pseudo-flesh thick and firm against her swollen lower lips. She heard a click and then a hum, and then the dildo surged forward, parting her pussy and sliding about three inches deep.

  “Oh, fuck!” she gasped.

  “Looks good,” he mused, retracting the shaft and squirting a little lube onto the toy. “I think we’re ready right out of the box! That almost never happens.”

  He adjusted it a little more, tinkering around a bit before setting the toy into constant motion, not too fast, not too slow, a steady series of strokes that forced the dildo a little deeper every time until he set the calibration at a decent six inches inside her. She knew that because he announced it to the group, almost more pleased with his own technical prowess than with the eroticism of the moment.

  It wasn’t anything like being taken by a man. The machine moved backward and forward in clean, straight, repetitive strokes that stimulated her pussy in a whole new way. It felt incredible, perhaps because it was designed only for her pleasure. She didn’t have to worry about the dildo’s experience. All that mattered was her, her pussy being filled, pounded, stretched.