Chapter Sixteen
The steam from the shower filled the small bathroom. Jayla stood inside the shower until the water started to cool.
The heater in this bathroom wasn’t as good as the other hotel, but at least it was putting out some heat. She knew it was emotional distress that made her feel so bad, but she couldn’t remember being this cold inside. It wasn’t a cold that made her shiver, but it drew out any energy she’d had.
Jayla had decided to take a day and relax, and use it to determine where she would go.
She bent forward over the counter and wiped a hand across the mirror, dispelling some of the moisture so she could see herself.
Even wet, the haircut she’d gotten was noticeable, but she liked it.
A different haircut for a different life.
She was dragging by the time she had her hair mostly dry and her flannel nightgown on.
Maybe tonight she’d be able to get some sleep.
She opened the bathroom door. A scream tore from her throat before she could stop it.
The men lounging around her room didn’t even flinch.
Beau was sitting up on the headboard of the bed with one foot on the floor.
He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, but he also tried to mask the anger a bit.
They both hadn’t shaved and looked like a full beard was going to grow before long.
Diego leaned against the door, his ankles crossed, and was cleaning his nails with a very wicked-looking knife. He didn’t even try to mask his fury.
She couldn’t deal with them. Her emotions were too close to the surface. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?”
“We tracked you from the courthouse,” Beau commented.
“Why?”
Diego actually flinched. “You’re asking us why?”
Jayla crossed her arms as if it would help hold herself together when all she wanted to do was fall apart. “Yes. I’d like that answered, and then I’d like you to leave.”
Diego’s eyebrows went up, and he looked at Beau. Beau shook his head at Diego because he knew he wanted to spank her ass red, but they still had a few things to overcome. “I can’t believe you feel you have to ask us.”
Jayla’s control started slipping, and she was terrified she wouldn’t get it back anytime soon. “Actually, I think it would be better to talk later. Right now, I’m exhausted. If you leave a number where you can be...” She took a quick breath. “Reached, I’ll call you in the next few days.”
Diego’s eyes narrowed and bore into hers. If he hadn’t seen her pain, her flippant attitude would have enraged him. “You’re not going to ask where we’ve been?”
Jayla had to swallow several times, blink back the tears, and lift her chin. “N-no, it’s none of my business.”
Diego took a menacing step toward her.
Beau sat up a bit. “Stop, Diego.”
His gaze turned to her. “Remember that spanking we talked about a couple of weeks ago?”
Jayla looked nervously between the men and nodded.
“You’re going to get one pretty damn soon, sweetness.”
“Don’t call me that,” she spat out and then took a step back when Beau stood to his full height.
“I know my hands are itching to redden your ass. I imagine Diego wants a shot at you, too.”
Jayla wiped angrily at a stray tear she hadn’t been able to pull back. “What do you want?” she yelled in a gruff tone.
“We want to know why you ran?”
Jayla’s mouth dropped open before snapping shut. “I ran? I didn’t see or hear from you guys for days. You’re the ones that ran, and now I need you to please leave.”
“Okay, what about the courthouse? You knew we were there. Why didn’t you wait for us?” Beau asked her.
“I’m not strong enough at the moment to deal with you guys.”
Diego stuck the knife back in the holder at his waist. “You’re really not going to ask where we’ve been?”
Jayla couldn’t say the words without losing it, so she just shook her head.
“Did you love us at all?” Beau asked.
“What? God, you guys are unbelievable.” She didn’t even try to stop the tears now. “Why are you making this my fault? Did you ever love me? You never said the words.” She tried to laugh and held up a hand. “No. You answered that question when you left without a word.”
Beau sat down on the mattress again. “We were in Central America.”
Her eyes widened in shock. “Why?” That was not what she expected.
“We had to finish something we started a few years ago, so we’d be free to be with you.”
Jayla took in a startled breath.
“We didn’t have time to get word to you, but dummy us, we thought you’d trust us enough to know we were coming back,” Diego said sarcastically.
Jayla sat down slowly on the only chair in the room and covered her face with her hands. She couldn’t look at the hurt on their faces anymore. Hurt she caused because of her insecurities.
Finally, she was able to raise her head. She lifted her shoulders. “I don’t know what to say. I thought you’d left. God, I really don’t know what to say except I’m sorry.”
A quiet, filled tension saturated the room. The men glanced at each other briefly, then back at her. She wiped more tears from her cheeks that refused to stop. Jayla stiffened when Beau smiled, a smile she didn’t trust at all, and Diego took a menacing step toward her.
Jayla stood and backed up until she hit the wall behind her, and her eyes widened the closer Diego got to her. She tried to take a step to the side, but both his hands landed on the Sheetrock on either side of her.
Diego bent forward until his mouth was pressed to her ear. “You know you’re going to have to pay for this, don’t you?” he whispered very softly.
Jayla shook her head a bit. “No, I don’t think I should. It was a misunderstanding.”
Diego raised his head but kept his eyes glued on her. “Beau, did you hear that? She said it was a misunderstanding.”
Jayla looked toward the bed to see that Beau had relaxed back against the headboard again, his hands on his stomach with his fingers interlaced together.
“Really?” he asked with a raised brow.
Diego growled. “Yeah. What do you think we should do to correct her misconception?”
Jayla put a hand on Diego’s chest and almost groaned at the heat that burned in her palm. “Now, wait a second. Can’t you see my side of it?”
Diego tipped his head to the side, and his eyes narrowed. “Yes, we can. But we thought we were different, that we meant more to you.”
Jayla shook her head. “Stop, Diego. You know I love you guys.”
“How much?”
“I’m not sure what you’re getting at? I also don’t hear you guys stating how you feel about me.”
Diego cupped her face in his hand and raised it so he could see her eyes.
“I love you.” She stared at him. “I love you, baby, more than I ever thought I could love a person. You’re my whole world, and when you disappeared...
” He stopped, looked away for a moment, and then back at her. “It about destroyed me.”
Beau interrupted her from the bed when she opened her mouth. “I love you, too, sweetness, and I’m warning you now, if you ever run from us again, you won’t be able to sit down for a fucking week.”
Jayla gasped. “Now, wai—”
“As it goes right now, your ass will be sore for only a day or so.”
“What?” she asked in dismay.
Diego turned her attention back to him. “I want you to take off your clothes while I sit down on the bed. And then you’re going to drape your body over my lap ...
wait.” He held up his hand when she opened her mouth.
“I’m not done. While I’m gleefully reddening your ass, Beau is going to be preparing it, because tonight you’re taking both of us on. ”
A look of dismay crossed her face. “Tonight? I-I don’t know if I’m ready.”
“You’re definitely ready. So, are you going to be a good girl, or do we have to do this the hard way?”
“W-what’s the hard way?” she stammered.
“You don’t want to know that, sweetness,” Beau commented from the bed. “Now let’s get on with this. I need my woman,” he barked.
She rolled her eyes, but the tension inside of her grew. Jayla relaxed when both men grinned at each other.
“All right.” She waited for Diego to step back before slipping her gown over her head and pushing her panties down.
Diego walked over to the bed and sat before patting his lap.
She wasn’t anxious they’d hurt her, but this was not going to be comfortable.
Jayla let out a gasp when Diego yanked her over his lap.
She tried to hold up her torso with her hands on the floor as Diego’s one hand stayed on the small of her back to keep her in place, and the other slid up the back of her thigh, over her ass, to her lower back before moving down. He did this several times.
Jayla opened her mouth to ask what was going on when the flat of Diego’s hand landed on her ass with a resounding smack.
Holy shit. She tried to relax, hoping it wouldn’t sting so much, but it didn’t work. She took a breath when it stopped. Okay, that wasn’t so bad.
“She thinks we’re done.” Diego chuckled.
“How much more?” she wailed, only making them laugh more.
“Darlin’, Beau still needs to stretch you, and I shouldn’t be selfish, right? He should be able to have fun, too.”
“You’re an ass, Diego,” she hissed.
A smack came down hard. “Get used to it.”
She tried to turn when she heard the rustling of clothes behind her. She stilled when two hands parted her butt cheeks before a gob of cold gel plopped down over the hole. A finger slid straight in without stopping, and the slight burn ramped up her need. “Oh, God.”
Beau chuckled. “You did so well with that one, let’s try two.
You’ve taken our fingers and cocks here before, but we didn’t want to push too hard since you were a virgin.
Well, that ends now. You are going to get thoroughly fucked tonight, sweetness, and then you won’t have a reason to doubt us again. Capisce?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Look at this, Diego. Her cream is running out of her. She’s so excited.”
Jayla gasped when fingers circled her clit and then disappeared, leaving her frustrated. She concentrated on getting a breath in her lungs.
“Let’s go for three.”
“Oh, God,” was all she could get out. Right when she thought she could handle the three fingers stretching her ass, Diego started smacking, first one side of her ass and then the other.
An orgasm caught her by surprise, throwing her over before she realized it was happening. The men knew before she did and moved it up a notch. Jayla cried out. Beau cursed as her ass tightened on his fingers, and Diego groaned at the sight of it all.
Beau pulled out. “I need in her tight ass.”
Diego smacked down hard one more time. “Here you go, baby. Let’s get you up into bed.”
She was still coming down from her orgasm when she watched Diego tear at his clothes, pull on a condom, lie down, and then pull her over his chest, arranging her legs on either side of his hips, and then in one move, thrust up into her with his long, steely cock.
Jayla almost came again. She tried to move on him, but his grip tightened on her hips.
“Wait a second, baby. Beau needs to work his cock in, so you have to stay still.”
“Diego, I can’t. Please move.”
“Not yet,” Diego said and looked over her shoulder at his friend. “Hurry, Beau, she’s about ready to blow again.”
“I’m coming. I had to clean up, undress, and put a condom on. Where’s the lube?”
Diego pointed to his pants on the floor.
Within a minute, Beau was behind her, had a firm grip on her hips, and started to push through the tight muscles of her ass.
“Ohhh, it stings,” she cried out as she felt his thick cock go deeper inside of her. The air whooshed from her lungs when he bottomed out and then held still. Giving her time to get used to the fullness of having both cocks inside her.
“Jesus, she’s so fucking tight,” Beau said through gritted teeth.
Diego felt a drop of sweat run down the side of his face as he tried to control the need to pound into her. “Are you ready?”
Jayla hummed and nodded with her eyes closed.
“Open your eyes,” Diego demanded. “I need to see everything.”
Her lids slowly opened, and she stared down at one of the men who had taken her heart.
Diego nodded over her shoulder at Beau. “Go ahead. She’s ready.”
For several minutes, the men seesawed in and out of her.
One was pushing into her needy cunt while the other pulled out of her anus.
Jayla’s gaze became hazy as she concentrated on the feelings they were creating inside of her.
Her nails dug into Diego’s shoulders because she felt like she might spiral out of control and fly apart.
“Harder,” she demanded as the peak of her desire rose.
The men pounded into her. Both grunted and groaned at the exquisite feeling of being inside the woman they loved.
“Fuck, baby. Come for us,” Beau growled and then groaned when she immediately tightened on them so hard, he could barely move. “Yes, like that, come ... now.”
A high keening was forced from her lungs as the men threw her over. Her orgasm continued for a long time. Wave after wave of ecstasy took her breath and her ability to think. Finally, both men took their own pleasure, thrusting in and out of her before crying out.
Jayla collapsed on Diego’s chest. The only things she could manage at the moment were to breathe and keep her heart from being torn from her chest.
She must have fallen asleep because she awoke to find herself tucked into the middle of the guys and them wrapped around her.
The men murmured love words to her as she drifted off again.