In Lost, Theresa has spent most of her life hiding how different she is from everyone else. Caleb and Ethan are agents working for a specialized branch of the government. When the three meet, the passion is explosive. But when their mission turns deadly, will one wrong decision cost them everything?
In Runner, Dana is different, and if the wrong people find her it won't be pleasant. Peter works for an agency that protects people like Dana. When he's assigned to protect Dana, he finally discovers the woman he and his brother John have been waiting for. Can they convince her to stop running?
In Hidden, Alana has spent many years using the only currency she had to make her life better in captivity—her body. When Gabe and Rafe rescue her after six years in captivity, can they convince Alana they want her love as well as her body?
“Please, can you tell me what you know about me?”
Caleb sat beside her as he released the breath he seemed to have been holding.
“That’s the problem, sweetheart. We don’t know anything about you. Until this morning, we didn’t even know you existed.”
“But I’m telepathic like you two?” she asked hopefully.
“Absolutely,” they both sent to her mind. She smiled, feeling a little excited now.
“Can you teach me how to reply with my mind?”
“You seem to be able to do it subconsciously already. That’s how I was able to answer your question about the cop when we first came in,” Ethan explained.
“You’ve already got the block in place that separates your mind from everyone else’s thoughts. I suspect that’s something you did instinctively after you were diagnosed with schizophrenia. Did the doctors give you medication at the time?”
“Yes, but none of it ever worked properly. It dulled the voices but didn’t stop them. Are all schizophrenics telepathic?” she asked curiously.
“No,” Caleb replied, “as far as I know, schizophrenia is a real medical condition. It’s just that telepaths can exhibit the same symptoms. Most telepaths have at least one parent to help them through the transition. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been for you, not knowing what was happening or why.”
Ethan reached across the table to pull her hand into his. She sensed his need to touch her, his need to be physically connected to her the way he was emotionally.
“I think I have OCD as well. Is that part of this, too?” she asked.
“Compulsive repetition? Not sure about that one. You may have developed it in response to the block you created?” Caleb suggested. Seeing her confused expression, Ethan tried to explain.
“A block in your mind is kind of like a rhyme you say in your head over and over. The repetition helps to block unwanted incoming thoughts from others and keeps yours inside your head. When I touched the block in your mind, it felt like numbers, like you’re continually counting from one to ten in your head.”
“Is your block made of numbers?” she asked Ethan.
“No, I built my block with music. My mother is very talented on the piano and it’s one of her compositions that plays in my head over and over.”
She smiled. “So you have the soul of a musician,” she suggested, relaxing a little.
Ethan rolled his eyes and laughed. “The soul, maybe. The talent, definitely not. I think it may have skipped a generation.”
“What about you, Caleb?” she asked, feeling happier now than she’d been in a long time, though she really couldn’t explain why. “What did you build your block with?”
“Same as you. Plain old numbers,” he hedged. Ethan snorted as he filled in the rest.
“He means a nursery rhyme about numbers.”
“Well, that’s what happens when telepathy kicks in at age four,” Caleb said indignantly.
She turned her face to look at Ethan and then lifted herself out of her seat and onto Caleb’s lap.
“I think that’s very sweet,” she said as she kissed him. Just a gentle brush of her lips against his, but the electric current that seemed to run through them shocked her. She pulled back a little, trying to read the expression on his face.
She scrambled off his lap quickly and backed away from the table.
“Tell me what that’s about. Why do I feel more comfortable with you two than I have with any other person in my entire life?”
Caleb shrugged his shoulders.
“I’d guess that’s maybe because it’s the first time you’ve been around people you have something in common with,” Ethan suggested warily.
“And what about the sex thing?” Shit, did I just say that out loud?
“Yes you did.” Caleb chuckled in her head.
Ethan’s hand smoothed over the soft material of her work pants, curved up over her hip, and slid under the silky fabric of her shirt. He gently cupped her breast and ran his thumb over the lacy material of her bra. He groaned when the nipple leapt to life, begging for more attention. Heat flooded her veins as she dragged in a deep breath.
Ethan pressed his erection more firmly against the soft globes of her backside, then lifted her shirt over her head and threw it away. Caleb pushed aside the material of her bra and eagerly fastened his mouth to one of her throbbing nipples. Heat snaked through her again. More insistent. More intense. She began to squirm against Ethan, wanting, needing, desperate now for something her inexperience couldn’t define.
Ethan rolled her forward a little harder onto Caleb’s mouth so he could undo her bra and Remove the obstruction. Then he lowered his hands, undid the buttons of her slacks, and pushed them and her panties down her legs. Large hands cupped her ass cheeks, molding them, learning her shape, as gentle kisses and stinging little bites inflamed her senses.
Lower he kissed her, biting and soothing the erotic stings with his tongue, as he pushed her clothes all the way off her legs.
She lay before them both, naked, vulnerable, and so incredibly turned on she writhed against the bed covers, needing more, needing them.
With shaking hands, Ethan grabbed her ankles and slowly dragged her to the end of the bed. He lifted her knees over his shoulders as his tongue sought her heat and tasted her essence, her arousal fuelling his own as her emotions filled the room and drowned them all in their need.
“Theresa, I need you.” Caleb groaned inside her head. She opened her eyes to see him undressing urgently as he fisted his cock, trying to control his rampant desire.
Opening her mouth for him, she reached out to guide him to her. She sucked his long, hard Cock deep into her mouth, loving the feel of him on her tongue. She felt his excitement raging, barely controlled, as he began to carefully, steadily rock in and out of her mouth.
Her own excitement grew, convulsing through her. Her blood pounded, and her hips writhed against Ethan’s tongue as she sucked harder on Caleb’s cock.
Her world began to fracture, splintering into a million different colors, thousands of pinpoints of ecstasy, as her muscles quivered violently. She shivered even harder when Ethan rose over her and pushed his solid cock deep into her throbbing pussy and set off her own intense release.
Her orgasm raced through her veins like liquid fire as she felt Caleb swell in her mouth, pumping harder, stronger, as Ethan did the same in her pussy. Both men pounded into her, no longer able to control their actions or resist her arousal.
As she snuggled sleepily against John’s warm body, Dana marveled at how different her life was right now compared to just a few hours ago. She actually felt connected to John as well as Pete, an emotional bond forming between the three of them, a feeling unlike anything Dana had experienced before in her fractured life on the run. She’d barely met John, but somehow she knew him and Pete more intimately, emotionally as well as physically, than any other person she’d ever met.
They’d found a way past her emotional armor and into her head and her heart—literally, thanks to their abilities, and figuratively because of their caring. She was well on her way to loving them both, but she quickly squashed that thought, lest they hear in her mind something she was not ready to share.
Hot on the heels of that thought was another that made her laugh out loud. Pete’s attention was drawn to her by the noise.
“That’s right,” he agreed. “After everything we just shared, you, my sweet thing, are still technically a virgin.” He rolled her toward him, pressing his growing arousal into her soft belly. “Lucky for you,” he said, devilment dancing in his eyes. “We know just how to fix that.”
She giggled softly, loving the feel of being pressed between the brothers, and the rightness of the way they fit together. Pete kissed her lips, sucked them gently, and then pushed his tongue into her mouth, slowly exploring the moist recess. She gasped in surprise when he pushed her onto her back and threatened to spank her if she moved. He left the room for a few moments, and John pulled her against him and kissed her hard. Pete returned quickly, lifted her into his arms and lay her face down on the towel John spread across the middle of the mattress.
“Relax, sweetheart, we’re going to make you feel good.”
She felt the bed dip as Pete climbed onto one side and John moved to the other. Firm hands massaged fragrant oil into her shoulders, her spine, smoothing down her ass, rubbing her thighs, her calf muscles and her feet. One of them paid special attention to her bottom, rubbing the globes affectionately, lifting them in his hands, separating her, exposing her puckered anus. He blew a stream of warm air against the dark entrance, making her muscles quiver and tighten. Dana’s body melted into the mattress the same time her arousal rose higher, their gentle ministrations leaving warm tingles and pulsing need coursing through her.
“Okay, sweetheart, roll over so we can do the front,” Pete whispered into her ear, softly nipping the earlobe with his teeth.
Again strong hands roamed over her body, relaxing her, infusing her with calm, her skin tingling all over. John massaged her breasts, playing with the nipples, teasing them to aching life. He dipped his head to suck one into his mouth, gently biting and soothing it with his tongue. Dana’s body lifted off the bed, her back arching against John’s mouth, pressing her nipple deeper, encouraging him to suck harder.
Pete massaged her legs, running his hands up her thighs, pushing her legs wider. His fingers tangled in the coarse hair, separating her folds. She felt her clit swell again with need and her cream glide down her swollen labia. Pete blew air onto the moist skin, and Dana raised her hips off the bed in delight.
Lifting her legs over his shoulders, Pete dipped his tongue into her pussy, and then ran it over her swollen clit, flicking harder as she moaned her need. He tongue fucked her, licking her labia, spreading the cream, nibbling, biting, sucking as she writhed in sensual agony. Dana shook, her pussy muscles grabbing, clenching against nothing.
Her blood roared as she felt Pete move up the bed and position the head of his cock at her entrance, stretching her carefully, moving in slowly, pushing her arousal to boiling point.
Desperate now for his full possession, Dana grabbed his hips, frantically trying to pull him deeper into her body, but John gathered her hands and lifted them over her head. Pete continued plucking her nipple, his other hand smoothing down her stomach to her clit, tangling in the hair, finding the swollen nerves and rubbing rhythmically.
He pushed his cock in further, holding himself away from her. She could feel his desperate need to claim her, to ram his cock in hard and fast, but he held it in check. He swallowed, groaning loudly as his dick sank further. He moved his hand away from her mound as her entire body began undulating against his.
Slowly he pulled halfway out, pressing back in just as carefully.
Dana flexed her hands in John’s hold. She wanted to pull Pete closer, needed to claim more of him. She wanted to dig her fingers into the strong muscles of his ass cheeks to force him deeper.
Pete groaned as he heard her thoughts and lost control. Dana bucked wildly underneath him. He pounded his cock into her again and again, groaning as Dana’s release hit her, her mind and body screaming in sensual agony, her pussy grabbing at his cock, her hips pushing harder into the mattress, her fingers frantically grabbing Pete’s ass as John finally released his hold.
Alana pulled at the handcuff for the thousandth time, only managing to damage her wrist further. The black-purple swelling just made the metal bite deeper into her sensitive flesh. She’d been through some weird situations in the last few years, but this one took the cake. For some reason she was handcuffed to a bed in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, left to fend for herself, with only a cooler of food and a bucket. She assumed the bucket was so she could relieve herself. Gee thanks,she thought sarcastically.
She looked around the room, frustration filling every muscle. She’d been here for about three days and nights, and so far, she’d been unable to even loosen the handcuff. She hadn’t even been able to damage the bed enough to release the other end, the solid oak frame holding fast against her assault.
Her head seemed clearer than it had in years, and she wondered just how long they’d kept her drugged at the facility. She’d spent the first day here with a blinding headache, barely able to move. Each day things got a little clearer, and today she’d been able to concentrate more easily. She’d realized this morning she could use her telekinesis for the first time in a really long time. It worked erratically, and took a lot more effort than she remembered, but at least she had some defense against anyone, or anything, that may find its way through the cabin’s only door.
It was almost nightfall again, and she dreaded the pitch black that came with sunset in an area so remote. There had always been light at the facility, even in the middle of the night, so she found the complete lack of illumination very unnerving. She was also getting very sick of being alone. At least back in her cell she’d known there were other people around her. Here the only signs of life she could sense were the wild animals. And the bugs.
Fear threatened to overwhelm her as the light faded. She hated weakness of any kind, so she let her anger grow again. When she got out of here, she was going to do some serious damage to the ones who’d held her imprisoned for so long, and then she would track down her father and get some answers. Eighteen years he’d been a loving, caring, protective parent, and then on her birthday he’d opened the door to two men and stood back and watched as they hauled her away, never once seeming to care she was being taken against her will. Yep, when she found a way out of here, daddy dearest had a lot of explaining to do.
She’d worked herself into such a righteous fit of temper she almost missed the approach of two humans. Male, she surmised by their arrogant mind-set. For a moment, she considered trying to hide, the weak woman in her terrified at what might come next. But a moment later she stiffened her spine. Here was her chance for a little payback.
* * * *
Rafe and Gabe approached the cabin on stealthy feet, their senses on high alert, scanning the area for hidden dangers and locating their target in the cabin.
Rafe smiled, a low whistle escaping him.
“Wow that is one pissed off woman,” he sent to Gabe telepathically.
He could just make out Gabe’s broad smile in the gathering darkness.
“If she is one of Dana’s sisters, this could be a lot of fun,” Gabe replied. “No doubt she knows we’re here now.” He chuckled again.“Can you feel her determination? Maybe we should pull back and let her rescue herself.”
Shaking his head as he grinned at his brother, Rafe moved up to the cabin, trying to peer through the dirty window. He managed to duck just as something smashed against the inside of the pane, cracking the glass.
“You get the fuck away from me,” the woman screamed angrily. “Come any closer and you will regret the day you were fucking born.”
“Oh, she is so related to Dana.” Rafe chuckled. “Alana,” he called in a friendly singsong voice. “Baby, we’re the good guys. Come to rescue you.”
She used a mouthful of expletives that had a very strange way of turning him on. If she was this wild when angry, how amazing would she be in the throes of orgasm? Rafe shook his head as his cock stirred. Hell, he was here to rescue her, not fantasize about her. Get a grip, he told himself savagely.
He glanced over to see Gabe watching him thoughtfully as another item hit the window, this time smashing through the glass. Rafe leapt out of the way, barely sidestepping the bigger shards as they flew outward. He felt a sharp sting across his right cheek, realizing almost instantly that a small sliver had nicked him just below his cheekbone.
“Okay, baby,” he called to Alana. “Now I’m pissed.”
He checked his dart gun. It would take only a few moments for the sedative to work as long as he could hit his target. He used hand signals to let his brother know his intentions. Quickly, he popped his head over the window frame to confirm her position, then rose again and loosed his dart at her chest. He had a moment to appreciate her attempt to get out of the dart’s line of fire before he flattened himself against the wall on the opposite side of the window.
He smiled as he again heard her unladylike string of curses.
The woman was wild.
Damn, he loved that.
Four days! Four rotten, stinking, wonderful, irritating days! She was so frustrated.
For the last four nights, they’d held her in their arms, comforting her and keeping her safe, never pushing for anything other than a sweet kiss. Every time she’d tried to seduce them herself, one or both of them held her tight and kissed her thoroughly and then told her to go to sleep. Too many more nights like the last four and someone was going to get hurt.
She would’ve laughed at the irony. When she’d been seventeen her father had encouraged her into the arms of several different men around her own age. Flattered by their attentions, she’d happily given them her heart—and her body.
At least she’d been knowledgeable enough to insist they use condoms, but after a couple broke accidentally, she’d managed to get other contraception via a doctor’s appointment set up by the school nurse. Even then, she’d been questioning her upbringing. She just hadn’t realized it at the time. It wasn’t until those same young men had turned out to be guards at the facility where she’d been held captive that she realized how naïve she’d really been.
Despite her experience she’d never really enjoyed sex, but now she had two men she longed to make love to and they both insisted she wait. They wanted her to meet her mother and sisters and make plans for her life before she gave her body to anyone else.
At first, she’d loved them all the more for their sincerity and honesty, but now, four days later, her frustration level was beyond her capacity to control, and quite frankly, she was beginning to lose it. Even her telekinetic ability was making itself known again. Everything in the room vibrated as she got more and more irritated at their kindness.
God, I really am a loon, she thought self-deprecatingly as she tried to relax. She’d stripped down to her T-shirt and underwear and was trying very hard to shield her thoughts the way Rafe and Gabe had taught her over the last few days. Much to her chagrin, they’d explained to her that very few people could shield their emotions. So, even though she seemed to be shielding her thoughts adequately, she was positive her intense frustration shone very clearly to them and probably to the agents several rooms over as well.
“Baby,” Rafe crooned as he lay down beside her. “Roll onto your stomach so we can give you a massage. Maybe help you release some of that tension.”
Willing to try just about anything to soothe her overwrought emotions, she rolled onto her stomach, lifted her arms onto the pillow, and lay her head down.
She felt the mattress dip as Gabe moved onto the bed beside her and Rafe moved to the end, grasping her foot in his hands. He rubbed gently at first and then gradually increased the pressure with his thumbs. Gabe began at her shoulders, soothing the aching muscles with his firm touch. Moving lower, he pushed his hands under her shirt as he increased the pressure.
Rafe worked the muscles in her calves and thighs, managing not to tickle the sensitive skin behind her knees. She groaned at the sensual pleasure coursing through her, sinking deeper into the mattress but at the same time feeling more energized than ever.
They both reached for her ass cheeks at the same time, kneading one each, lifting and molding the round globes. She sighed, as relaxation pulsed through her tired muscles.
“Turn over,” Gabe instructed in a gruff voice.
She turned over with their help, pleasantly surprised when Gabe lifted her shirt over her arms and Rafe pulled her panties down her legs and off her feet.
“We’re going to show you what it’s like to be made love to by men who care about you. Is that okay, baby?” Rafe asked, uncertainty written on his face.
She nodded, managing a breathy little “yes” as Rafe leaned over to kiss her gently. His mouth rubbed softly against hers, his tongue darting out to run along her lower lip and then pressing into her mouth, exploring the dark recess.
She sighed again as he deepened the kiss, aware that Gabe’s hands were still massaging her lower legs, tickling her knees and urging her thighs apart. Rafe lifted his head, closely watching the expression on her face as he lowered his hand to her breast, circled the nipple with his finger, and then plucked at the beaded little nub.
Gabe leaned over her, tilting her face for a kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth.
“So beautiful,” he said with a soft groan, as he moved his hand to pluck at the tightly coiled nipple of her other breast. Alana lifted off the bed, pushing harder into their hands, silently begging for their possession. She felt Rafe move down the bed as Gabe lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, flicking the sensitized bud with his tongue.
She groaned again, more loudly this time, liquid heat flooding through her veins as she felt Rafe spread her legs wider, his hands traveling up the inside of her thighs to stroke the sensitive flesh where her leg joined her body.
She tilted her hips, expecting him to thrust his hard cock deep into her body. What she got instead had her lifting off the bed in ecstasy. Rafe’s tongue laved her pussy lips, gently sucking them into his mouth, spreading her cream and setting off a delicious tingling in her womb. His tongue moved higher, finding her clit and flicking it gently as he pushed a single finger deep into her core.
Alana’s body seemed to move of its own accord, undulating against the mattress as Rafe’s tongue wound her desire tighter. Panting with the intense sensations, she pulled Gabe up to her mouth and kissed him almost violently, dragging her arms around him as her body seemed to fly apart, heat rippling through her muscles as her orgasm neared.
She gasped, arching her spine, her legs shaking, her pussy throbbing as Rafe thrust his finger into her harder, faster, deeper. Everything tingled, pins and needles of sensation prickling her skin a moment before her orgasm exploded through her.
Gabe swallowed her scream, soothing her with his hands as he gentled the kiss, and finally pulled back to look into her eyes. She smiled at him, amazed at how they’d managed to give her more pleasure in just a few moments than any other man she’d ever known. Replete and exhausted, she smiled happily at Rafe as he watched her from his position between her legs.
Gabe lowered his mouth to her ear. “My turn,” he whispered, then slid lower on the bed.