As she headed toward their vehicle, a black car came into view in the distance, heading in their direction. She picked up her pace. No need for more random strangers looking at her like she was a criminal. Jace opened the back door and Andre put a hand on her head and ducked her into the car. But before she could find a comfortable position with her hands cuffed behind her, Andre leaned inside. “On your stomach. Knees underneath you. Ass up.”

She blinked, looked back toward the car that was getting closer. “What? Here?”

“Now, princess. I’m not going to write you an instruction manual.”

Her already hammering heart kicked up to a deafening rhythm in her ears, but she rolled to her side and positioned herself as best she could. Andre grabbed her hips and helped her get her knees beneath her. He reached beneath her dress and ripped off the panties, the material splitting like it had been made of tissue. The nip of the fall air coasted over her slick skin, inspiring another rush of wet heat.

God, would the people in the other car be able to see what was going on when they passed?

The side of her face pressed into the leather of the backseat, her breathing coming out in sharp little pants. The rumble of the oncoming car grew louder and then slowed, the distinct sound of rubber hitting the dirt shoulder nearly sending her into a panic. The car was stopping!

Crap, crap, crap. She tried to reposition herself, get upright, but the angle and the cuffs had her completely off balance.

A heavy door slammed, muffled footsteps, and then voices. Jace and Andre and . . . another voice that had become familiar to her recently. The molasses tone of Grant Waters. Her breath whooshed out of her—a combination of relief and oh, shit twining through her. She was glad it hadn’t been a stranger, but what the hell was Grant doing here? Would the boys try to push her that far? Bring in someone else? Maybe she’d been stupid to think she didn’t need that safe word.

Grant had been nothing but kind to her the last few weeks, but she sensed under that good ol’ boy politeness and gentlemanly concern was an utter ruthlessness. A depth of dominance that intimidated the bejesus out of her. On some molecular level her body recognized the predator and knew she wasn’t built for whatever Grant served up behind his bedroom door.

No. She only wanted the sexy dominance of her own men—brash and cocky and laced with a sweetness that made her heart feel too big for her body.

The voices grew louder and a hand palmed her ass through the thin material of her dress. She jolted and a squeak jumped from her lips.

“Easy.”

Jace. The tension in her shoulders eased.

“You boys need anything else?” Grant asked. “You’ve got yourself a fine little prisoner there.”

Evan held her breath. But instead of her nerves rising, the fear slipped away like the receding tide. Trust. A shining light of warmth deep inside her that was burning bright for the first time in her life. Jace and Andre would only put her through what they knew she could handle. They would push her hard but not shove her over the cliff.

“Nah. She put up a decent fight, but we’ve got her under control. The keys are in her car,” Andre said. “Appreciate your help.”

Grant was here to pick up her car. That’s all. She smiled and shifted to turn her head the opposite way to try to see the men. The fine sheen of sweat coating her skin had her cheek sticking to the seat. Jace lifted his hand from her ass then replaced the pressure with a swift smack.

“Hey!” She writhed from the surprise and the sharp dart of pain.

“Did I say you could move?” Jace asked.

“You didn’t say I couldn’t.”

He spanked her other cheek, eliciting a moan from her. “Trying to see what’s going on, pet? Can’t stand to be left in the dark?” He shoved her dress to her waist, exposing everything. “Well, let me tell you what’s happening then. Our friend Grant here is now looking at the nice red handprints on your pretty ass because someone can’t follow instructions.”

“Mmm, very nice,” Grant said as if he were appraising a show horse.

Embarrassment burned through her like wildfire, growing in intensity when the telltale rush of arousal chased the humiliation. Fuck, what was wrong with her? She didn’t want Grant to touch her, but knowing someone besides her lovers was seeing her like this made every soft part of her tingle.

Jace palmed her ass cheeks and spread her. “You like looking like our whore, Ms. Kennedy? Like being put on display for our pleasure?”

She managed a firm “no.” But her hips canted toward Jace, betraying how desperate she was for his touch, for some relief for her aching clit.

The leather seat creaked and then Jace was at her core, his tongue teasing along her spread pussy. She cried out from the wicked snap of pleasure, and he huffed with soft laughter, his breath tickling the neediest parts of her. “Baby, you’re so wet, all three of us could get in line and fuck you twice and you’d still have some to give.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, the aching bad enough to make her consider begging Jace to take her. To do something. Right now.

“Too bad for you, Grant doesn’t go for brunettes,” Jace said, backing away from her.

“But don’t worry,” Andre added. “Officer Austin and I certainly do.”

She should’ve been offended by the way they were talking to her. But somehow it only added to her arousal, shoved her deeper into her role in this game.

Her men exchanged good-byes with Grant, all the while leaving her bared and exposed. Anyone could drive by and get them all in a crapload of trouble. But she had to trust that the boys were watching out for anything that could go awry.

She adjusted her legs beneath her, trying to squeeze her thighs together and offer some relief to her throbbing clit. But firm hands clamped around her legs, spreading them again. “We’re not done, pet. Don’t try to sneak anything the minute we turn our heads.”

“Please,” she begged. “I need . . .”

“We know exactly what you need,” Andre said. “Hold still.”

Large hands spread her again, but this time something probed at her back entrance. She flinched, the instinct to reject whatever it was impossible to fight.

“Move again and I might forget to be gentle,” Andre growled.

She whimpered but focused on stilling her body, relaxing her muscles. She could take it. They’d each taken her there before. The invading object nudged her again. Pressure. Discomfort. Jace touched her clit and stroked with confident ease, sending her nerve endings alight. “Let us in, baby. Show us what a good prisoner you can be.”

She hummed her gratitude at the stimulation, the pleasure loosening the wound-up ball of tension inside her. The plug slipped past the resistance—cool, smooth, and slick—filling her snug passage and stretching her. Then it started to vibrate.

“Oh!” The unexpected sensation touching off electric sparks inside her. Holy hell.

Though Jace didn’t change his stroke, the feel of his roughened finger on her sensitive nub intensified tenfold, as if her entire pleasure system had been kicked into a higher gear. She moaned and rode his hand, shameless.

He laughed, pulled his hand away, and kissed the base of her spine. “Not yet, baby. Save it for when it’s me fucking that gorgeous ass later.”

The words shuddered through her, making her feel anxious yet desperate for him all at the same time. How was she supposed to hold off coming? Edgy heat curled like smoke low in her belly, rising and infiltrating every inch of her. With the slow vibration of the plug, all she needed was a few more stokes along her clit and she’d go over. “Please, Jace, sir. I can’t—”

“You can and you will. Now, up you go,” Andre said. Her skirt slid back down and both men lifted her and settled her into a sitting position, making her acutely aware of the invasion still tucked inside her. They’d turned it to a low setting, a soft humming that was making her pussy ache for its own stimulation. Jace slid out of the backseat, making room. Andre unlatched and repositioned the cuffs in front of her, then pulled the seatbelt across her chest and kissed her mouth. “God, we missed you, bella.”

The soft words were like balm for her soul, smoothing away any remaining rough spots. She blinked, a flash of tears lining her lids.

But he was back in character before she could respond. He hiked her skirt to her thighs and parted her legs, then unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, exposing the curves of her breasts. He tucked a hand inside her bra and gave her nipple a firm pinch, making her arch. “That’s better. Gives us a nice view in the rearview mirror. Come without permission and that vibrator will be all you get tonight.”

“You two are dirty bastards,” she said, trying to sound petulant, but she could hear the grin in her words.

“Oh, Ms. Kennedy, I think you better not throw rocks in that glass house of yours,” he said, his smile sly.

She stuck out her tongue, earning a deep laugh from him before he climbed out and got into the driver’s seat.

The ride to The Ranch was a tortuous test of her will. With her hands cuffed in front of her, she could’ve easily touched herself if she’d tried, provided some relief to the winding rope of desire coiling tighter and tighter inside her. But Andre’s threat kept her in check. A beating she could handle, but going to bed without having these men inside her tonight might kill her.

Jace and Andre chatted about sports on the way, not inviting her into conversation—as if she wasn’t worth consulting. She was simply the vessel for their use tonight. She recognized the subtle mindfuck, but still found herself growing huffy. “If you want me to cooperate, you should at least talk to me. Plus that guy is the best first baseman the Rangers have ever had. You two don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jace peeked back at her with a gaze that promised extensive plundering and pillaging to come. His focus traced up her parted legs, over her belly, lingered on the exposed rise of her breasts, then homed in on her mouth. Fucking her with his eyes. Like he was going through a checklist of every part of her he planned to use and abuse before the night was done. By the time he met her eyes again, she was near irrational with the need for him to touch her.

“Do you think it’s wise to make demands on me, pet?” His voice was like liquid sin with a splash of menace. “To push me?”

Her lashes lowered in instinctual deference. “I’m sorry. It’s just . . .”

“You’re undisciplined. I know. We’re going to fix that,” he said, smug male arrogance wafting from him. “And we didn’t pick you up to hear your misguided opinion on baseball. So keep your comments to yourself. I’d hate to have to gag that pretty mouth.”

She pressed her lips together and glared, but didn’t say another word.

“Good girl, you’re learning.” He turned back around and resumed his conversation with Andre, leaving her stewing alone in the backseat. Hmph. Thoughts of tying their arrogant asses to the bedposts and torturing them flitted through her head. That might not give her sexual satisfaction but it sure would wipe those overconfident smiles off their faces.

Andre pulled into the half-full parking lot at The Ranch and found a spot. Evan peeked out the window at the large main building and her heart did a cha-cha behind her ribs. They were really going to do this. Were Jace and Andre going to bring her to the police station room she’d seen on her first tour of The Ranch or were they going to go to their cabin? How would it feel to be handled by these men where everyone could see? The thought sent a blush tracking over her from cheeks to painted toenails—shame edged with some illicit thrill.

A thrill? Good God, she was careening off the kinky deep end.

Jace and Andre had figured out the combination to that forbidden lock inside her and once trust had been added to the recipe, her fantasies were spilling out like water from a newfound spring.