Page 10 of Rescuing Our Bride

With a newfound determination to convince them to grant me one phone call, something even criminals are given when placed under arrest, I rummage through the suitcase and slap an outfit together. I get dressed in record time and sprint down the stairs.

“I’m ready to go. Nature walk. Let’s do this.” My voice sounds chipper, too happy even for my ears. I need to dial back the enthusiasm before the guys call bullshit, and I foil my plan to get them to cave to my one demand before I can even set it into motion.

“Yeah, Jax, let’s do this.” Mark shares a questioning glance with his brother, or maybe he’s his best friend. I’m not sure how they refer to each other. Penny was their foster mom, but they’re not related.

Something to add to the growing list of things I don’t know about them. They kidnapped me. Do I even want to know them? The answer is a surprising yes. Though after the way they made me feel yesterday, maybe it shouldn’t come as such a surprise at all.

“Right.” Jax returns the look Mark gave him, slaps his palms against his knees, and pushes up off the couch. “Nature walk. Let’s go on an adventure.”

He grabs a backpack from the pew-style wooden bench in the mudroom, filled with what I can only assume are bottles of water and snacks, and leads the charge out of the house. The contents of that pack could just as easily be duct tape and rope, but if they wanted to hurt me, they’ve had plenty of opportunity before now. Besides, they seem far more interested in giving me pleasure than causing me pain.

The woods around the house are lush and dense. Pine and fir trees grow tall, fighting each other to breach the canopy and reach the sun’s rays. Ferns cover the forest floor and downed limbs, trees, and large stones are covered in moss and lichens. Mushrooms sprout from the dark, damp, rich soil. It’s beautiful, like an enchanted forest straight out of a fairytale. I keep waiting for some magical creature to cross over the path in front of us. The trees and the footpath open up, revealing a blue-green lake fed by a cascading waterfall on the opposite side.

“This is beautiful. It’s like paradise.” A little gasp of excitement escapes my mouth, and I can feel my eyes widening with wonder as I take in the small patch of sand amidst the rocky beach and the spray from the water crashing against the rocks at the bottom of the falls. It’s easy to see why they like it here. A person could forget themselves and their troubles in a place like this. At least for a little while.

“The water’s surprisingly warm this time of year if you want to go for a swim.” Jax arches a brow, as if daring me to get into the water.

Not one to back down from a dare or to miss an opportunity, I strip out of my clothes down to the matching lace bra and panty set I found in the suitcase. They have great taste in ladies’ underwear. I’ll be sure to thank them later. Assuming my plan of seduction works.

Something tells me a little sexual persuasion will go a long way to getting me my phone call.

I reach behind my back and with a gentle tug I release the hooks, letting the bra straps slide down my shoulders before hooking my thumbs in the sides of my panties and making a show of inching them down my legs.

Pupils blown wide with desire, I relish in the way their bodies react to mine. Their hardened lengths are visible through their shorts. Before either of them can do anything, I make a break for the water.

Jax bends over, unlaces his boots, and then toes them off. His socks and shirt are quick to follow. I watch from the lake as his fingers curl around the hem of his shirt and he tugs it up and over his head. God, he’s magnificent. Every inch of him is defined muscle, harder than the rocks surrounding the lake. His hands glide across his chiseled abs to the defined V exposed by his low-hanging cargo shorts. With a pop of the button and zip of his fly, the shorts pool around his ankles a second before he steps free of them.

Desire pools low in my stomach, I run my tongue along my lower lip as images of that glorious body and the things he can do with it rush through my mind. I spread my arms out across the water’s surface for added buoyancy, as the ache in my core grows with anticipation. I rub my legs together, desperate for friction and a little relief from the pressure and need building within me.

Mark is already stripping out of his clothes, hot on Jax’s heels as they trudge through the shallow water to join me in the middle of the lake. I swim further out from shore, closer to the waterfall. Jax and Mark give chase, as I dive under and slip behind the falls.

I let them catch me because I want this as much as I need them to want it.

Jax wraps his arms around me, pulling me against the hard planes of his body. He slides his hands down, grabbing my ass before inching over to my thighs and hooking my legs around his waist. He lets out a groan as I grind against him. The friction against my clit heightens my arousal and pushes me closer to that sweet release.

“Is this what you want?” Mark glides up behind me, fisting his fingers in my wet hair and tugging my head back. “You want Jax to fuck that sweet, tight pussy while you suck me off?”

He claims my mouth in a passionate kiss, stealing the answer from my lips before I can give it to him, exploring with his tongue devouring me like a ravenous man given his first morsel of food.

“Bring her closer to shore.” Jax’s voice is rough, with a need that sounds exactly like the one consuming me. He untangles my legs from around his waist and helps Mark guide my floating body to shallower waters where their feet can touch the bottom.

Once they can stand, they leave me floating on my back as they take positions, with Jax at my feet and Mark beside my head.

“Fuck, Anna, you’re so fucking sexy.” Jax grabs my ankles and spreads my legs wide. “I want to be inside you so bad, baby. I want to bury my cock in your sweet pussy. You want that too, don’t you, baby? Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”

“Yes, I want you inside me, Jax. I need you to fuck me, please.” I’m exposed, bare in front of him. I’ve never felt so alive, so desirable.

His hands glide through the water, skimming over my legs to cup my ass and tug me toward him. Mark moves closer beside my face, cradling my head in his hand to help keep me afloat and brace me as he presses the tip of his dick against my lips. I lick the glistening tip, the only invitation he needs to fuck my mouth. With one hard, perfectly timed thrust, I’m full at both ends. Jax buried deep inside me, hitting a spot I’ve never reached with any toy whenever I’ve pleasured myself, and Mark is balls deep in my mouth. They move in unison. Pumping in and out, driving themselves into me and pushing me closer to oblivion. Jax reaches over, sliding his hand over my mound, presses his fingers against my clit, and then pinches his fingers in the perfect amount of pleasure and pain.

That’s all it takes. The first orgasm rips through me, and I’m gone. Nothing more than an over-sensitized bundle of nerves. Mark and Jax are still thrusting, using my body for their pleasure, giving as much as they’re taking when the next wave hits me. I’m well and truly fucked.

And so is my plan.

8

MARK

“Hungry,” I ask as I hold the door for Anna. After our hike out to the falls, skinny dipping followed by hot sex in the lake’s cool water, I’ve worked up one hell of an appetite.

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