5. Anna
5
ANNA
I ’ve never felt so sated in my entire life. My body is deliciously spent, sore, as if I’ve just had the workout of my life. My mind feels the same, exhausted, but in the best way possible. My eyes flutter closed, and I sink deeper into the mattress.
When I woke up this morning, there was nothing but hopelessness. I was filled with dread and fear for how the day would end. My future looked bleak, and though I’m still uncertain of what’s to come, I already have more hope than before.
The mattress dips, and I pry my eyes open again. Jax is getting off the bed, stretching his lean body before reaching for his ski mask. His back is to me, but I still hold my breath as he pulls the black fabric off his head.
The first thing I see is his shaggy brown hair. He runs his fingers through the long strands, scratching his scalp along the way. Then he turns around to face me.
Our eyes meet, and I see all of him for the first time. He is even more handsome than I imagined him to be—a sharp jawline, strong cheekbones, and full lips made for kissing.
“Like what you see?”
“Maybe.” I grin.
“I’m taking a shower if you want to join me?”
“I’m not sure if my legs will work long enough,” I half-joke.
“Don’t worry. We won’t let you fall.” Mark’s sleepy voice meets my ears. He tussles beside me and sits up, taking off his mask as well.
Of course, he is just as good-looking as Jax, but in his own way. His hair is cut short, and he has some facial hair covering half of his face, but that only makes him more ruggedly handsome.
I’m guessing they are both around thirty years old, which makes them ten years older than me. I guess a ten-year age gap is the least taboo aspect of what we did today.
“Will the shower be big enough for all three of us?”
“Only one way to find out.” Jax shrugs and holds his hand out to me. I place my palm into his much larger one, and he pulls me off the bed with ease.
The bathroom is huge, bigger than my room at home, and the shower ends up being more than enough to fit the three of us.
Jax turns on the water from two separate showerheads, one on the side and a rainfall one from above.
I’m just about to step into the shower when I feel something wet sliding down the inside of my thigh. I look down and see creamy white cum smeared down my skin.
“Oh, my god. You didn’t use a condom.”
“I know. I meant to pull out, but fuck, you felt so good.”
“I’m not on any birth control.” I had begged my father to take me to get some, but Patrick was adamant about not giving me any.
“Don’t worry. It will be fine.” Mark tries to calm me, but his words only make me angry.
“Easy for you to say. You have money, a car, a fancy house. I have nothing but a pile of hospital bills to pay for my mom’s treatment. I can’t afford to bring a kid into this world. I can’t even take care of myself.”
Instead of answering my little rant, Mark and Jax exchange a strange look as if they are having a silent conversation with each other.
Jax suddenly tugs me into the shower, making me shriek at the sudden change of temperature.
“What do you think this is?” Mark asks, all serious as he comes up behind me.
“Well, let’s see. You kidnapped me?—”
“Saved you from a loveless marriage,” Jax corrects while he squirts some shampoo into his hand.
“Chased me when I tried to get away?—”
“Took care of you and bandaged your foot,” Mark quips, running a soapy washcloth down my back.
“Then you took my virginity?—”
“You gave it willingly, and you sure as hell loved every second of it,” Jax points out, just as he starts washing my hair. His fingers massage my scalp, reminding me how right he is.
“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.