Run Baby, Run

Excerpt

Chapter One

2945 Common Era
Southern California

"Take your clothes off." Holt Myers paused for effect, before adding, "Everything, while we sit and watch."

Lea Bollen's skin quivered at the command. Her fantasy was coming true. Lea thrilled at the notion that they would be completely clothed and she'd be completely naked . . . and defenseless.

Eagerness and dread mingled together. What if this game goes wrong? But how could it? Holt had never hurt her, and neither had Roland, his twin brother, whom she had met only minutes ago. He stood slightly behind Holt's comfortable patio chair. Roland's button-down shirt opened at the throat in a casual yet elegant style, whereas Holt wore a tie with a gold pin. He smiled, tantalizingly warm and wicked. They looked so similar except for their clothes. How would she tell them apart? They were both broad in the shoulders, with trim waists, and lean thighs, like mouthwatering male models in two-piece suits. The water from the nearby pool reflected back at them, casting the sexy pair in a golden halo.

She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. Holt's provocative statement echoed in her head. "You can have anything you want. Just tell me what it is." He hadn't even blinked when she'd told him about her chase fantasy. Her gaze came to rest on Roland's long, elegant fingers. What could they do to a woman? Caress her breasts, tighten her nipples, or gently brush her clit, bringing her to a exciting, screaming orgasm?

There would be time enough to find out. First, she had to get into this role-playing game with the man who cherished her, to which she'd so readily agreed without a second thought. Then, she'd psych herself out to become the beautiful woman on the run, hunted by two dangerous and needy men, each desperate to show her just how much they wanted and loved her. Hours ago, her plane had landed in Southern California, and Holt's driver had picked her up at LAX. Softly, he'd told her she was in for quite a surprise. Lea had been startled to find that Roland was Holt's identical twin.

Lea gazed at Holt, one of the most strikingly handsome men she'd ever met. She'd never been part of a threesome before, but sex was a real turn-on for her, however she could get it. She wasn't normally shy, but faced with two virile males, whose twinkling eyes urged her on, she was suddenly nervous. She bit her lower lip and looked past them to the mansion towering in the background. The high walls cast long, eerie shadows over the extensive gardens. Behind her, a forest of tall coniferous trees tangled with underbrush would be her escape from these two men, who would remain dressed while they hunted her down.

Roland, a man whose sparse words spoke volumes about him, broke his silence. "Pretend you're in a movie. That men are chasing you through the forest. When they find and catch you, they can do anything they want to."

Lea's breath hitched in her throat. She shivered in anticipation. Why was she so nervous? Because this would be her first time with two men, rather than one? Or because she was pretending to be the nearly captured, an event she'd dreamed about since she first found the joy of masturbating—her index finger toying with her hard clit, the juices flowing from her wet pussy, her thighs quivering with delicious tension?

Holt nodded and gave her a smile of encouragement. "You're still okay with this, aren't you?"

Lea tipped her head back and laughed. The June sunshine warmed her face as she stepped forward and out of the long shadows. "I've never been more ready." To experiment, to try something different when it comes to plenty of sex.

"Then take your clothes off." This time it was Roland who spoke in a husky, arousing voice, repeating Holt's earlier command. "Everything." He stood with his feet braced, shoulder-length apart, his hands absolutely still at his sides. Gold cufflinks sparkled in the sunlight.

She lowered her eyes and looked at Holt's highly polished wingtips. A slight breeze wafted through the air, carrying the fragrant hint of roses that grew tucked against the mansion.

"Skirt first," Holt reminded her.

His voice, calm and controlled, didn't surprise her and reminded her of the rules they'd agreed on. They'd discussed her fantasy in detail. Each of their actions were to be loving, and everything done in good fun, exactly as if they were acting in a movie. Yet there'd been a few surprises. Like Roland. Weren't two determined men better than one? Lea sighed happily.

She pretended to resist and grimaced. She didn't meet their gazes. How many years had she dreamed about just this event occurring? Her pulse picked up. Could Holt read her mind? He couldn't have had planned her dream better than she could.

"Come closer," Roland demanded.

She didn't dare look at him. Her nipples were taut, tiny points against her sheer, soft pink blouse. Who’s acting out whose fantasy, she wondered. As if reluctant, she slowly stepped closer.

"Do you need help?" Holt asked. His heated gaze flicked over her.

Help baring herself in front of two gorgeous men?

"No," she stammered, really getting into her role, as she had so many times in her erotic fantasies. How would she keep the two men straight? For now, their different clothing worked, but what happened when they were nude? She sucked in an unsteady breath.

Holt lifted his broad tanned hand, and Roland stepped forward. "Did I tell you that Roland is not only my bodyguard, but also my twin brother?"

Huh? Why hadn't he mentioned his twin months earlier? Holt and she had known each other for nearly a year. Hadn't there been plenty of time for details about friends and family? Lea realized Holt was getting into this role-playing too. His voice had subtly changed. He wouldn't tolerate dilly-dallying.
Even before she could fathom what had happened, Roland leaped forward, rapidly closed the distance between them, and stood behind her. He held his comforting, strong arm around her waist, effectively imprisoning her. Shocked, at the suddenness of his move, she stayed still, waiting.

"This is where you try to fight me," he suggested, whispering against her ear. His warm breath erotically fanned the lobe.

"Does that include stomping on your toes as I try to get away?" she asked, keeping the humor from her tone. Tomorrow, or later tonight, she could write about her experience, her deepest secrets, in her daily Dia-Mem without fear of their being discovered.

"Anything you want, baby," he responded softly. Louder, so his twin could hear too. “Fight me. I'll rip your clothes off so I can enjoy you before Holt does."

Lea struggled, pushing at Roland's his arm. His muscled body pinned her against his, trapping her. Her skin quivered all over. His deep voice sent shivers down her spine. She was a captive of these men, and they were determined to have sex with her any way they could get it.

"Take her skirt off." Holt shifted in his wicker seat, which creaked ever so slightly. The sun edged higher, and the shadows crept backwards.

Lea knew that eventually he'd get what he wanted, and the reason for his extreme patience. She caught sight of his burgeoning erection and wished he’d thrust his cock deep in her pussy while Roland held her down. All in fun, she told herself, as she'd had the men do in her dreams. Men who pinned her down, edged her legs apart, and took her as their own. Her long hair freed itself from the barrette, and the dark brown strands whipped around her cheeks. the imaginary episode she'd written about in her Dia-Mem, but she puzzled, Holt had never seen her diary. So how could he know?

Roland tore her slim, black skirt from her. The fabric pooled at her bare feet as cool air brushed across her warm thighs. She cried out, pretending anger that anyone would undress her without her permission. Holt laughed. He was in control, she was the object of his desire and he would have her. Roland's breathing came in quick gasps, and his stiff cock pressed against her buttocks. He too seemed intent on having her.

"The blouse next," Holt instructed, waving a hand in her direction.

"No," she cried out. "You can't."

In one quick motion, Roland easily tore the sheer, silky blouse from her shoulders with a rending sound. She was down to her white, lacy bra and high-cut panties. She grew damp between her legs with arousal and hunger for either of the two men to plunge into her, to totally claim her. Lea continued to attempt to free herself, to push at Roland's arm, and she stomped on his shoes once, but in bare feet she had no effect on deterring him. As if she wanted to.

Holt got to his feet in a single, graceful movement. "You're beautiful, but I want to see you totally naked so I can feast my eyes on you. And," he said, with a wicked twinkle in his eyes, "I want to see your clit. Is your He'd altered his voice again. He meant business.

Lea's fingers pinched lightly into Roland's forearm. "You can't do this to me," she exclaimed breathlessly.

With one sturdy thumb, Holt tipped her chin up. "I can't do what to you, Lea?"

She had no option but to look him in the face. A handsome one, with a shadow beard and eyes the color of coffee. She glared at him. He was so serious, as if he were no longer playing a role and was, instead, truly her abductor. It was as if all the fun was gone replaced by perilous self-assurance. "I know what you want," she half teased.

"What is that?" he asked calmly. Sparring, his gaze held hers.

She was the captured. He was almost the victor, and she had no choice. Just like in the dreams she'd awaken from, covered in sweat, the bed sheets twisted around her body as if she'd been fighting them too.

"You want to have your way with me!" she shouted in desperation. The pretend was gone now, she noted. Instead, there was a certain reluctance, perhaps borne from the time she'd spent fantasizing. She really was learning to be a good actress.

His gaze held hers in a steady grip. "I can smell you. I can smell that particular scent a woman has when she wants a man." He sniffed the air. His sensuous lips curved in a small but voracious smile.

"I wouldn't want you if you were the last man in the state." She gave him a scathing look. He was provoking her, wasn't he? Would that heighten his acting, causing him to become edgier?

"Really?" His finger hooked into her bra strap, then the flimsy material was gone. "Your nipples give you away." He leaned forward and licked the right bud.

Passion swirled through her. She threw her head back against Roland's shoulder. "Oh God," she murmured, closing her eyes. Her breasts were so sensitive. The verbal foreplay had aroused her in a way few things could. She so hot, so filled with lust and longing.

He hadn't finished with her yet. "Do you know what I want?"

He waited for a reply, but Lea's thought processes had quit. The swift removal of her panties startled her, and she flashed her eyes open. Behind her, Roland chuckled softly.

"I want to see you squirming under me." As he spoke, Holt edged his hand between her thighs.

Lea moaned softly. She wanted more. Her heart pounded against her ribcage. The tip of his finger circled her clit. Her juices flowed over his.

"I don't want you," she whispered, knowing darned well that her body gave her away, and Holt knew she was lying.

Roland did the nearly unthinkable then. He pressed his erection harder against her buttocks, and his fingers skimmed the opening of her anus. The movement pushed her forward, closer to Holt. She quivered with tension. Her dreams had never been quite so sexy or enticing.

Holt bent down and, one after the other, laved her taut nipples. She groaned helplessly. When he straightened, he gave Roland a slight nod. The large man released her. Her knees were so shaky, she could barely stand, but she pulled herself together and watched.

Holt leaned forward, and with a thin smile, told her, "I want you to run now, Lea. As far and as fast as you can in the five minutes I'm giving you. After that, Roland and I will come looking for you." He had the incredible temerity to turn his back on her and move away as he slipped his jacket off. With careless nonchalance, he threw the silk on the back of the patio chair.

Her brow furrowed. Was it her imagination, or had he just crossed over the thin line between role-playing and reality? "Holt?" she asked softly, desirous of answers to the questions racing through her mind. Why had he changed so much she couldn't recognize the gentle, caring man? Roland's male scent enveloped her.

Holt whipped around so quickly, his action startled her into taking an involuntary step back. He usually moved with careful precision, always knowing where he went beforehand. The handsome lines of his face were etched with intense strain, another emotion she hadn't seen from him.

"I told you to run, Lea," he told her, his voice low in warning. "I won't tell you again."

Should she provoke him a little more? Making the decision to brave the consequences, she walked forward. "I thought this was a game." She was stripped of her clothes.

Holt said nothing. His face remained unrelentingly stoic. Roland seized her by the upper arm, his fingers hot against her skin, and spun her around. Holt was now behind her. Momentarily, she grew disoriented, and panic rose inside her. Had the rules of the game changed without her knowledge?