Chapter Thirteen
Two weeks passed quickly. They did everything together—ate, slept, read, took walks, and made love. There wasn’t a moment that one or both men weren’t touching her in some way.
Jayla couldn’t remember ever feeling that happy before in her life. She felt like the three of them were the only people on earth. They were hidden in a remote wilderness the outside world couldn’t get to.
Beau came into the cabin after a canvass of the area and took his coat off right away, shaking some of the moisture from the storm that was raging outside. He caught Diego’s attention as he lay on the sofa with Jayla draped over his chest.
Diego slid from under Jayla, making sure he didn’t wake her. He met Beau in the kitchen. “What’s up?”
“Are you sure she’s asleep?” Beau asked as his gaze slid over her.
“Yeah. What’s up?”
Beau took a breath. “Rey came to us with a message from the director. He caught me in the woods on the way back here.”
“About what?”
“They’ve caught the guys that have been after him and beat Jayla.”
“Who was it?”
“Rafael Perez.”
Diego was shocked. “Son of a bitch. I was hoping that bastard died with his boss in the raid on his compound last year.”
“I’m just as shocked. It was unusual for him to be far from Felipe. If you saw one, you usually saw the other,” Beau commented.
Diego checked to make sure Jayla was still in the bathroom. “So, now what?” he whispered.
“We have to take Jayla back so she can identify the men in court in front of a jury. They know she saw their faces. The prosecutors think it will help their case, which I understand. I want those bastards put away. I just don’t want to leave here.”
Diego nodded. “Why is the trial happening so quickly?”
“His lawyer demanded it. I know, I can’t figure it out either, but it’s going to happen in a few days.”
Diego’s eyebrows went up. “Are you going to tell her?”
“Chicken shit. Yes, I’ll tell her, but she’d better understand it doesn’t change anything.”
“What will I understand?” she asked groggily.
Both men turned. Jayla had sat up and looked over the back of the sofa at them.
Beau walked toward her and cupped her chin. “We got a message, baby. They found the guys who hurt you, and they’re already preparing for trial. They need you back to testify.”
So many thoughts and emotions were running through her head. She was happy they caught them, but dreaded seeing the director. Sad, they were leaving the cabin, their refuge, and nervous about what would happen to them.
“Okay. I’ll get dressed and pack. I assume the prosecutor is going to want to prepare me for the stand.”
Beau looked over his shoulder at Diego.
Diego took the few steps between them before he stood in front of her. His scowl darkened. “Get that look off your face.”
Jayla looked startled. “What look?”
Diego pulled her t-shirt off her, and chuckled when she screeched. “Nothing is going to change between us. We’ll figure out where we’re going to live after the trial. Okay?”
Jayla relaxed a bit and smiled. “What about your jobs?”
“We retired last month, remember? I think that’s one of the reasons your godfa—I mean the director—chose us because we had no job or home to go to.” Beau watched her digest the information and waited until she finally nodded.
“Okay.”
Diego lifted her and dropped her onto the mattress. “In the meantime, I think we have time for one more romp in the cabin.”
Jayla giggled. “Romp?”
Jayla was buck naked. Instead of feeling insecure like she would have a few weeks ago, she gloried in their attention. She smiled and spread her legs. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
Beau smiled, then growled dramatically before pouncing on her.
Off to the side, Diego was laughing at them as he was undressing.
He watched as Beau tried to undress as he was wrestling her, but it wasn’t going well.
She was squirming too much, laughing the whole time.
Diego would never get tired of listening to her laugh or seeing her smile.
They’d all had crappy childhoods but had come out stronger, and the children they hoped to have someday would never know what it was like to feel unloved.
Diego chuckled when Beau had Jayla pinned on her stomach and was slapping her ass, making her screech. His eyebrows rose at the language coming out of her mouth.
“You fuckwad. Get the hell off of me,” she said and tried to kick at Beau.
Beau grinned and ran a hand over her ass. “No. We’ve been working on this ass for a few weeks now. I think it’s ready to take me on.”
Beau looked over his shoulder at Diego. “What do you think? She looks like she needs a good ass fucking.”
Diego laughed when she suddenly stilled when one of Beau’s fingers slid between her ass cheeks and speared up into her ass. All they had to do was stick something in her ass, and she settled down every time.
“Yeah, I do. She’s practically begging for it. While you’re fucking her tight ass, she’ll be sucking on my cock.”
Both men grinned when she whimpered in need.
Beau pulled her up onto her hands and knees. “Hey, Diego, hand me a condom and lube.”
“It would be my pleasure.”
Beau caught the tube in his hands and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. “Let’s get you stretched a bit more.”
Her arms collapsed when he thrust two fingers into her. “Oh, God.”
“What, baby? You want my fingers in your ass, right?”
“Yes...” Her head dropped.
Diego slid onto the bed, lifted her a bit, and set her on top of him with her mouth very close to his cock.
“You’ll get it all,” Beau said as he continued to scissor his fingers inside her. “But, you won’t be able to come until you get Diego off.”
“What?” she screeched in dismay. “That’s bullshit.”
Beau’s hand came down hard on one of her ass cheeks. “No, sweetheart. It’s just a little rule we made up.”
“Well, it fucking sucks,” she hissed.
Beau gripped a chunk of her hair in the back and brought her mouth up until it was even with his cock. “We don’t like when you talk like that, remember? So, I might take my time and hold back a bit just to make you suffer.”
Jayla gripped the base of his cock with her hand and then swiped the tip with her tongue. “You really think you can hold out? Remember, Diego, you’re the one who taught me how to give a blowjob.”
Beau chuckled when he heard a groan tear from his friend’s throat. He leaned forward and looked over her shoulder to see her take his cock into her mouth and suck it deep. It had to be hitting the back of her throat.
Beau quickly tore open a condom with his teeth. Diego was never going to last at the rate she was going, so he decided to distract her. He gripped her hips and thrust his cock deep inside her cunt. He took her hard for a minute before pulling out and aligning his cock to her ass.
He spread her ass cheeks wide and started penetrating her. Inch by inch. He took her slowly at first, but once he knew she was accustomed to the feel of it, he started riding her in hard, powerful strokes.
Jayla’s forehead dropped onto Diego’s stomach as she tried to overcome the feeling she first got every time they fucked her ass. It was overwhelming how submissive she became. Her breath always snagged in her lungs, and the muscles seemed to spasm around him until she finally calmed.
Diego tipped her head up. Now that he’d gotten some control back, he wanted her to start sucking him again. He lifted his cock to her mouth.
“Jayla, for fuck’s sake, I need your mouth.”
Jayla braced herself on her arms, opened her mouth, and let him guide her movements with his grip on the hair at the back of her head.
It didn’t take long before her stomach tightened with the need to come. She started to work vigorously to get Diego off because she was ready to let go. It would become more uncomfortable the longer they put off her orgasm.
“Jesus,” Diego barked.
Beau grunted as he worked her. “Diego, for God’s sake, let go. I can’t hold on much longer. Her ass is so hot and tight. It’s killing me.”
Jayla hummed against Diego’s cock when he loosened his grip on her. She was able to move more freely and give him what he needed to go over.
Diego stiffened, and his eyes closed. “Do it. I’m coming.”
Beau started riding her harder, feeling his own impending orgasm. He could hear Jayla swallow and knew Diego had come. “Now, sweetheart. Come for me.”
Jayla’s mouth made a pop sound as she pulled Diego’s cock from her mouth, and a moan tore from her throat. Flashing colors blinded her from behind her eyelids, and her body tightened almost painfully as Beau rode her through her orgasm.
“Fuck, that’s it. Keep coming,” Beau urged her.
Finally, she collapsed onto Diego’s chest as the power of her climax finally ebbed.
Beau grunted and felt himself go a moment later. He fell forward and braced himself on one hand as he fought to get his breath back. His panting breaths merged with the other two, and they all seemed to echo off the walls.
He pulled his cock out of her when he had the strength to, before moving into the bathroom and showering quickly. He turned when the shower curtain slid.
Diego handed Jayla to him. “I’ll wait out here with a towel, and then I’ll bathe.”
Beau gently cleaned her, first shampooing and conditioning her hair before thoroughly washing every inch of her body. All the time, he murmured to her and told her how much she meant to them. Jayla stood a little shaky and let Beau clean her. She ate up the attention they gave her.
He handed her off to Diego and then stepped out of the shower himself. He grabbed a towel and ran it through his hair before wrapping it around his hips.
“I’ll take care of her,” Beau said as he reached for her. “You go ahead and shower.”
Diego kissed Jayla before handing her over.
Within an hour, they were dressed, packed, and ready to head back.