Chapter 9
How, Oh How, Do We Get Back
to Logical World?
The pleasured moans boomed at full volume in the otherwise silent night as my crew and I gaped from behind marble columns. Perhaps entire minutes slipped by as my shock pressed heavily upon me, as if I were at the bottom of a deep pool.
The pillars framed the entrance to the large room I could only describe as a …
playroom?—like if cats were people and enjoyed cushy luxury for their climbing gyms, scratching posts, and napping recliners.
A couple of divans occupied either side of the space, but the rest of it was furnished with staggered, plush surfaces in varying sizes and set at differing heights and angles.
I probably would have been perplexed about the purpose of the room if not for the fact that a couple of men were draped across two of the peculiar pieces of furniture, which provided knee and elbow support for one, a perch for the ass of the other.
Both were buck naked, sporting raging hard-ons, and one man was giving the other head.
The receiver had both hands tangled in the other’s hair, setting the dicksucker’s rhythm, his moans arriving faster now, louder as they colored our stunned silence with broad, shocking strokes.
It was, by all appearances, a made-to-order sex room.
Though unexpected, that on its own wasn’t particularly shocking. What did men like Magnum do with more money than they could ever possibly need? Build fancy, velvet-sheathed sex rooms, apparently.
He’d done stranger. Gunning us down in a high school gymnasium with a whole school of kids just outside was one such example.
No surprise, Layla recovered her usual snark first. She’d been working her snark muscle consistently since kindergarten, at least.
Hunt said, almost certainly for the first time in his entire life.
Brady said in a flat monotone I didn’t think I’d ever heard from him. His mind had to be melting too.
Hunt said.
Layla answered, sounding downright chipper all of a fucking sudden.
Hunt said.
Brady told Layla.
Layla turned toward him, her eyes alight with the insults she was about to hurl at him.
Brady cut her off before she uttered a word and without looking away from the next-level kink we had front row seats to.
Griffin’s fingers finally tightened around mine again.
Brady said.
Hunt supplied.
I said,
Brady said,
I didn’t even bother denying it.
Griffin said.
At once, Layla and Brady’s faces screwed up in mutual disgust.
Hunt suggested.
Layla said.
I pointed out.
Griffin countered.
I said.
Griffin completed.
The man standing threw his head back, his ass clenching, and tugged the kneeler’s mouth around his dick over and over to a chorus of wet slurps.
Layla asked.
I started, all at once recalling why we were there in the first place.
Brady said.
Griffin said, his eyes glued right where the rest of ours were.
Standing-Magnum’s moans shifted, becoming guttural and deep.
Brady said.
Layla stopped abruptly, her eyes bulging as wide as mine suddenly were, and mine felt so big they might pop out of my eye sockets and roll away.
A third Magnum sauntered through the other entrance to the room—on the opposite side from us, thank fuck. He was just as naked as the others, just as openly aroused. He shook a bottle of lube before squirting some onto his cupped palm.
“Don’t you dare come without me,” he scolded. “We’re coming together.”
Standing-Magnum groaned—in frustration this time. “But I’m so close,” he whined.
Lube-Magnum stalked toward him. He tossed the bottle onto one of the many open, padded surfaces, rubbed the lube along his erection, then smacked a hand to either of Standing-Magnum’s hips. He lined himself up behind him while Sucking-Magnum kept right on sucking.
was all Layla managed to sputter.
I was incapable of even that level of coherence.
Hunt said.
Luber began kissing Stander’s neck.
Hunt added,
Griffin said.
Stander leaned his head on Lube’s shoulder, pulling one hand free of Sucker’s hair to tangle it into the other man’s.
Or were they the same man?
Fuuuuuuck. This was so messed up!
I had to remain mindful to keep myself from exclaiming aloud or from breathing too loudly.
When none of my friends answered, I did.
Sucker came up for breath, peered up at the scene between the other two men, and rose, pulling Stander into a deep, hot kiss.
I said.
Layla asked.
I said.
Layla said.
Brady said.
None of us argued with that.
Griffin said.
Hunt gasped softly, but it was loud enough to make my heart thunder until the three Magnums kept kissing—and now also groping—each other without pause.
Hunt asked.
Before I could properly freak out about that possibility, someone tsked at our backs.
We whirled around, Griffin gripping my hand more tightly as if preparing to run with me.
My mouth dropped open, when I didn’t think I had more shock left in me. Surely, I should have been completely numb by now.
But a fourth Magnum stood on the other side of the pillars. He wore a dark mask around his eyes, a cowboy hat and boots, and booty shorts—with an open fly in the front, through which his stiffy was poking.
There was no shortage of Magnums or erections in this joint.
Layla said when my brain was legit broken.
“What are you lot doing here?” Bootyshorts announced aloud.
Which caused the other three Magnums to immediately cease their kissing and fondling—and trail surprised stares along the length of the room to eventually land—and remain—on us.
Oh, their surprise had nothing on ours …
“We came to see Uncle Magnum,” Layla said. As the only one among us capable of speech, she was our perfect spokesperson. “We needed him. But now we don’t know which one of you to come to for our heart-to-heart.” She barked a brief laugh. “No pun intended on the coming bit.”
She canted her head to one side and examined Bootyshorts up and down, not shying away from his dick, on full display and not losing any of its rigor.
“Who are you supposed to be, dressed up like that? Are you … Zorro?”
Zorro? I couldn’t even spell Zorro right now, let alone carry on like we weren’t surrounded by no fewer than four naked Magnums—when there was only supposed to be one of them in Logical World. How, oh how, do we get back to Logical World?
Hey, destiny, fate, the universe, whatever, wasn’t one rich asshole out to murder us enough?
I received no answer, though Layla did.
Bootyshorts smiled triumphantly. “Why yes, I am Zorro. Thanks so much for noticing. These assholes never can figure it out.”
Based on personality alone, Zorro was not our usual Magnum.
Zorro looked over at the others. “Do we have to erase all of them? I like this one. She gets me.”
Stander disengaged from the two Magnums at his front and back and stalked toward us. His brows were drawn low over stormy eyes. His stiffy bounced at first, but it was rapidly deflating to half-mast.
“Yeah, we have to erase them. All of them.” He frowned. “Which means we have to start over again, dammit.”
“Then you shouldn’t have excused the guards for the night.”
Stander huffed. “Yeah, right. And have them ogling us like the kids are?”
Zorro scanned us before sighing in defeat. “Fair. They do look surprised.”
I barked a laugh, drawing everyone’s eye.
“Surprised …” I muttered incredulously. It was all I had.
Stander slammed his hands to his hips and yelled, “Fanny!”
I crowded closer to Griffin and Hunt. Brady pulled Layla to his side.
Fanny took less than a minute to arrive, and when she did, the eyes of Magnum’s executive assistant and all-around kissass grew round—not at seeing four of her precious, naked Magnums. Oh no, it was the five of us who had her boggled.
“What are they doing here?” she demanded. “This is your private time.”
“I’d go more with kinky time,” Layla snorted, drawing a glare from Fanny. “What? It’s true. This is some real kinky shit.”
When Fanny advanced on her, Layla held up her hands. “Hey, no judgment. I’m a straight hottie. If there were four of me, I’d be doing me too. Though without a dick to get all up in there, it probably wouldn’t be quite as fun. But hey, I’m sure I’d make the most of it.”
“What are you doing here?” Fanny asked. “And at this late hour?”
Hunt took half a step forward. “I just found out my girl’s pregnant. We wanted to talk it through with Uncle Magnum. He always tells us he’s here for us, so we figured we’d get his help.”
“Our parents are too lame to talk something like this through,” Brady added, amazing me that any of them could get their shit together after the crazy fest that hadn’t even ended yet.
“The guard at the gate told us he warned the guards at the house,” Griffin said.
“So we came on up,” Hunt elaborated.
Fanny’s hands were akimbo, her mouth a savage line of disapproval. “And you thought to just stand around and watch such private, sacred time?”
“Sacred?” Layla asked with another snort, and I wanted to slap a hand to her mouth. “That didn’t look sacred to me. Looked more like—”
To stem whatever damage was about to slip free of her mouth, I hastened to say, “We didn’t mean to intrude.” Thoughts were rapidly shooting through my mind, finally assembling into something helpful. “We really didn’t. We’re confused …”
Was that the understatement of the millennium or what?
“Why are there four Uncle Magnums?”
“Because Magnum Chase is a god,” Fanny snarled like she was a big-clawed, big-toothed, big cat defending her helpless cub. “And you’re lucky he wants anything to do with you.”
Her hands rose and she flicked a pair of fingers in signal at someone now at our backs.
We spun toward this new danger.
But all I managed to make out was a blur of black, a pop, and a sting as something sharp shot into my neck.
A tranq dart, I guessed before everything went dark.