8. Reed #3
Her fingers trace patterns on his chest, following the lines of his tattoo. The quiet stretches between us, comfortable and heavy with satisfaction. I can feel her relax further, her body going pliant against mine.
Then she shifts slightly, testing the feeling of being so completely full. A soft sound escapes her throat—not pain, but something close to wonder.
"I like this," she admits, her cheeks flushing. "Feeling both of you inside me."
My cock twitches at her words, and I press a kiss to her temple. "We like it too."
Roman's hand slides up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing milk from her nipple. "You're perfect like this. Stuffed full of our cum, keeping it all inside your fertile pussy."
She hums in contentment, then goes quiet again. I can practically hear the thoughts turning in her head, that analytical mind working even now.
"How many girls have you brought to this dungeon before?"
The question catches me off guard. Roman's eyes meet mine over her shoulder, dark and assessing.
"Nobody," I tell her honestly. "You're the first."
She twists to look at me, those amber eyes wide with confusion. "But you have all this—the restraints, the toys?—"
"We hoped." Roman tucks a curl behind her ear, his expression softening in a way I rarely see. "Built it all hoping someone would eventually want what we need."
"What do you mean?"
I tighten my arm around her waist, holding her closer. "Our sexual appetite isn't exactly normal, Rue. Most women run when they find out Roman and I want to share. That we need to share."
"We've tried dating separately," Roman adds, his voice rough. "But it never works. We want the same woman. Need to be with her together."
Her brow furrows, processing. "So you've never..."
"Never shared anyone before you." I press my lips to her neck, feeling her pulse jump. "You're our first."
The weight of that confession settles between us. This girl—this fierce, stubborn, beautiful girl who broke into our home and stole our hearts—is the one we've been waiting for. The one who can take everything we need to give.
"We built this room years ago," Roman continues, his hand sliding down her side to grip her hip. "Bought every toy, every piece of equipment. Told ourselves that someday we'd find someone brave enough to let us worship her like this."
"And you did." I kiss behind her ear, savoring her shiver. "You walked right into our lives and gave us everything."
Rue's eyes shine with unshed tears, but her smile is radiant. "I didn't give you anything. You took it."
"Because you let us." Roman captures her mouth, slow and deep, pouring everything he can't say into the kiss. When he pulls back, I turn her face toward me and do the same.
Her lips are soft and swollen, tasting of us and her tears and something sweeter. I lick into her mouth, claiming every inch, while Roman's hands continue their slow exploration of her body.
"You're ours now," I tell her when we break apart. "Completely ours."
She nods, her voice steady despite the emotion in her eyes. "Yours."
Roman groans, his cock hardening inside her again. "Keep talking like that and we're never letting you leave this bed."
My phone rings, the shrill tone cutting through the post-coital haze. I consider ignoring it, but the contact name on the screen makes my jaw clench.
Lydia.
Roman's eyes narrow as I reach for the device. Rue tenses between us, her body going rigid where she's still pinned on our cocks.
"Reed Carson." I keep my voice cold, detached.
"Hello, Reed. How's my ex-husband?" Lydia's tone drips with false sweetness, but underneath runs something darker. Triumph. "I had a feeling you'd figured out why I sent our dear Rue to you."
"You don't get to call her that." I keep my hand steady on Rue's hip, feeling her start to shake. "And yes, we know everything."
Her laugh grates down the line. "Of course you do. You always were thorough. That's why you had me banned from the hospital, wasn't it? Can't visit my own son."
"You don't deserve to be a mother."
"Maybe not." Her voice sharpens, and I hear the real Lydia now—calculating, vicious. "But you shouldn't forget who you're dealing with. I'm a professional, Reed. My husband and I have been running cons since before you met me."
My grip tightens on the phone. "Get to the point."
"Your men wasn't as good as you thought. We got inside this morning—orderlies' uniforms, fake badges, the whole setup. Walked right into the pediatric ward."
Ice floods my veins. "You wouldn't."
"We already did." Triumph bleeds through every word. "Kurt's not at the hospital anymore. He's with us now. Safe and sound, as long as you cooperate."
Rue's sob is broken and raw. Her whole body convulses between us, and Roman pulls her closer, his face twisted with rage.
"How much?" I force the words out through clenched teeth.
"Two million. Wire transfer to the account I'm about to text you. You have twenty-four hours, or little Kurt's condition gets a lot worse without his treatments."
"You'd let your own son die?"
"You let me walk away with nothing when we divorced." Her voice turns shrill. "I deserved half of everything, but you left me with scraps. So yes, Reed, I'll do whatever it takes to get what's owed to me."
"You tried to extort me then too." I keep my tone level even as fury burns through my chest. "Faked a pregnancy, then a miscarriage.
Introducing yourself as single. Played on my guilt to make me sign over properties.
But despite that, I still signed over one of those properties to you, only for you to sell it later. "
"And it's not enough." She laughs, sharp and bitter. "Would have gotten what I deserve if you hadn't hired that investigator. But this time there's no faking it. Kurt's life is very real, and very much in my hands."
Rue's crying harder now, her face buried against Roman's chest. Milk leaks from her breasts, mixing with her tears as she shakes apart.
"You have your terms," Lydia continues. "Two million, twenty-four hours. Don't test me on this, Reed. You know I always follow through on my threats."
The line goes dead.
I set the phone down carefully, my hand steady despite the rage burning through me. Roman's eyes meet mine over Rue's shaking form, dark and murderous.
"We're getting him back," I say quietly.
Rue lifts her head, her face streaked with tears and milk. "But she—she has him?—"
"And we're going to take him." I cup her face, forcing her to focus on me. "Trust us, little girl. We promised to take care of both of you, and we keep our promises."
Roman strokes her hair, his jaw set. "Your mother just made the biggest mistake of her life."
"What if she hurts him?" Rue's voice breaks. "What if?—"
"She won't." I wipe her tears with my thumb. "Because she wants money, and she knows dead hostages don't pay. Kurt's valuable to her right now."
"We need to move fast." Roman's already calculating, I can see it in his expression. "Call your contacts."
I reach for my phone again, but Rue's hand catches my wrist. Her fingers are small and trembling, but her grip is fierce.
"Please." Her amber eyes bore into mine. "Please save him."
"I will." I kiss her forehead, then ease out of her slowly. Roman does the same, both of us pulling free despite the protest in our bodies. Our cum drips from her holes immediately, but there's no time to appreciate the sight.
I grab my phone, already pulling up the tracking app while Roman wraps Rue in a blanket. Her whole body shivers as she watches me, those amber eyes wide and desperate.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting your brother back." The screen loads, a small red dot pulsing on the map. "Your mother's smart, but she's not as smart as she thinks."
Rue clutches the blanket tighter. "I don't understand?—"
"When Kurt first started treatment at the hospital, I had one of my men slip a tracker into his sneakers." I zoom in on the location—an old cabin twenty minutes outside Portland.
Her mouth falls open. "You—you've been tracking him this whole time?"
"Insurance." I pull up my contacts, already typing out messages to connections.
"I knew your parents would try something eventually.
Lydia's too greedy to let go without a fight.
But we're going to bring him home." I tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet my eyes.
"Trust us, little girl. We promised we'd take care of both of you. That promise starts now."
Tears spill down her cheeks, but she nods. "Okay."