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“What do you want?” He kept his gaze glued to where his wrists disappeared into the mud, not wanting to give away the burst of excitement ripping through him that a woman stood mere inches away. A woman he’d fucked on a weekly basis as per mandatory US government regulations for the soldiers participating in the Terrorist Wars. She’d been one of those very rare women who’d received special permission to hold rank over men during the Wars, only because she’d had the connections in very high places enabling her to keep her position when the Claiming Law had come into effect. Yes, she’d been his boss, but she’d also been a woman. A woman who’d been ordered to have sexual relations with her men. She’d made it no secret she enjoyed sex and had eagerly spread her legs.

“S.K.U.L.L. needs you for one more assignment,” she cooed from behind him.

“Fuck off. I’m retired.”

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If he were lucky she’d take the hint and leave. Obviously today wasn’t his lucky day.

“Why don’t you turn around and let me try and change your mind?”

He didn’t dare turn around. The last thing he needed right now was to see Bev and her trim, muscular, feminine body. It would just remind him of the steamy sex they’d shared. Sex he hadn’t had in a while.

He kept his concentration to the tractor tires and continued to scoop away the mud.

“I quit S.K.U.L.L. and you. I’m quite happy working on the farm.”

“And quite happy not fucking your wife on a daily basis, as per Claiming regulations?”

Her words stung. “That’s none of your business.”

“I could very easily make it my business if you don’t at least hear me out.”

He didn’t like the cool tone in her voice. Apparently, she was serious. With her connections, she could follow through on her threat. All the government needed was one complaint and he and his brothers would be required to perform sex with their Claimed wife, visually, on a daily basis, via a live video feed to the government to prove she was being used properly to alleviate her husbands’ sexual tensions.

“She’s what? Seven months pregnant?” Bev continued. “Word through the grapevine is you haven’t fucked her in several months now. The Claiming can easily be revoked.”

“My brothers and I Claimed her legally. We’re all satisfied with the arrangement. And you can take your grapevine and shove it right up your—”

“I’m sure you don’t want to annoy me, Outlaw.”

Bitch! “What do you want, Bev?”

“What would you say if I told you that you could have your very own pleasure slave during this assignment?”

“I’d tell you again to fuck off.”

“And if I told you there was enough money in it to help get the Outlaw farm out of debt?”

Colter swallowed at the surge of hope. Dare he trust her? She’d nailed him quite nicely when he’d asked for S.K.U.L.L.’s personal help in finding Ashley when she’d suddenly disappeared after the ménage with himself and Blade. They’d point-blank refused him. Blade had tried to help find her, but he’d come up empty-handed.

“Sorry, hon, once a back-stabber, always a back-stabber.”

By the sharp inhalation of her breath he’d hit a sore spot.

“I can’t trust you, Bev,” he continued. “You proved it when you refused to help me.”

“It’s against government regulations to use our organization for your own personal benefit. You knew that coming in.”

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“And you made damn sure I knew it going out.”

“Oh come now, Outlaw. Don’t be so sensitive. We trained you better than that.”

He closed his eyes as her warm, feminine fingers gently curled over his naked shoulders. The welcome warmth of a woman touching him, rubbing her bare knees against his naked back, had his cock growing hard and his balls swelling tight. He didn’t have to be a brain surgeon to know she had come to him totally naked. Dammit! He hadn’t been with a woman in months. Not even with Callie, the woman he and his brothers had Claimed in order to protect her from the government. Ever since he’d discovered she was pregnant he’d opted not to participate in the ménages. Up until then he’d thoroughly enjoyed their sexual relations, but it hadn’t meant anything to him except alleviating his sexual needs. What he really wanted was a woman to look at him the way Callie looked at his brother Luke. What he wanted was unconditional love not just sex.

He’d seen the look he craved in another woman’s sparkling blue eyes. A woman he could never have.

He jerked as Bev’s feminine fingers slipped down his sweaty chest to latch onto his nipple rings. She pulled gently and he clenched his teeth as a sweet bite of pain flamed through his buds.

“On top of all that money plus your very own sex slave there is an added bonus of why you should take this assignment.”

“If fucking you is one of them, I want no part of it.”

“Oh, Outlaw, I would have thought you’d miss our weekly mandatory sessions. I’ve always told you that you’re my favorite lover. Believe me, you’ll want to take this S.K.U.L.L. assignment.”

She pulled a little harder on the nipple rings and he gasped at the pleasure-pain.

“I’ll be the judge of whether I need to accept the assignment—not you,” he ground out. Wet heat from her pussy splashed against the back of his neck as she ground herself into him. A moment later, her bare legs came around to his sides. Holy crap! She was going to straddle him.

“Bev…” he warned, not knowing if he could keep himself from giving in to the delicious lust her touches were creating.

“Don’t move, sweetheart,” his former chief and commander whispered as she gyrated her hips against the top of his head. “I want to fuck your head and then your other head, and then we’ll talk.”

“Talk now, Bev. Or I’m out.”

She let out a quaking breath and continued to ride him, the musky scent of her arousal slamming into his nostrils making his cock pulse hotter.

“All right… I figured you’d be very interested for a couple of reasons.”

Shit!

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“You’re a doctor who’s available at such short notice. And you once expressed an interest to me in pursuing research for the X-virus cure. Why didn’t you?”

“I decided family doctoring was a higher priority these days,” Colter lied. Truth be told, financial reasons had been the stumbling block. He couldn’t afford to leave his brothers high and dry on the farm. It had been easier to set up a doctor’s office at the farm and help with the chores between patients.

“Your assignment involves the widow of Dr. Blakely. I believe you remember the scientist? He’s the one who invented the X-virus and almost killed your Claimed wife and your brother Luke a few months back.”

Oh he remembered that creep, all right. If he and his brothers hadn’t shown up at the farm when they did, Luke would be dead and Callie and her unborn child would be the mad doctor’s guinea pig. She’d most likely be involved in ménage à trois with the evil scientist and his wife. Thankfully, things had worked out differently.

“Go on.” He held his head still as Bev moaned and gyrated her hips faster, pressing her hot, wet pussy harder against him. His cock hardened painfully and he couldn’t stop the groan from escaping his mouth as the thought of another woman entered his mind. A dark-haired, blue-eyed beauty named Ashley. Ashley instead of Bev. Standing behind him, her heavy breasts dangling like ripe fruit above him, elongated burgundy nipples inches from his mouth, her bare legs on each side of his shoulders as she fucked his head with her bare, hot pussy much the same way as Bev was doing to him now.

“Dr. Cheri Blakely has a convention booked at the nearby Pleasure Palace. Word has it she’ll meet with several doctors who are representing drug conglomerates…oh yes! Your head feels so damned good, Outlaw. Just like the old days.”

She began to pant, the weight of her body pressing heavier on his head.

“Why is she meeting with these doctors?”

“She claims to have an instant cure for one of the X-virus’s less lethal mutations. If you can get S.K.U.L.L. that cure…ohh…God…yes!…”

She was grinding her hips harder now, soaking his flesh with her hot juices, making his neck sticky and ache like a son of a bitch. The sultry sound of Bev’s erotic moans made his teeth clench as visions of Ashley sliced through his brain. Visions of her wrists being tied above her head. The erotic way her sparkling blue eyes glowed when he made love to her. The cute way her full lips parted in a sensual gasp as his hard, thick cock sank swiftly into her sweet, wet pussy. The tightest pussy he’d ever encountered in his life. If he ever got his hands on Ashley again, he’d exact the sweetest revenge. He’d brand her. Brand her so she’d never forget what she’d lost out on by doing what she had to him.

And then he’d let her go and never look back.

“Oh yes! Oh beautiful!” Bev’s lusty shouts split the air. He held himself still until her moans died away.

“Are you interested?” she finally puffed as she climbed off him. 11

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“No.” Although the farm was mortgaged to the hilt and it was only a matter of time before the bank foreclosed, there was still a chance they could make payments with this year’s crops, and if need be, they could sell off more of the Outlaw land. Selling, however, would be a last resort.

“Oh and before I get to your other head…there’s the other incentive for you to accept the assignment.”

The smug, confident tone of her voice made him pull his arms from the muck and stand. He would have told her where to take her assignment but stopped short when he turned and saw the thrust of her pert, naked breasts with the small pink nipples and the hot, sassy, shaven pussy he’d always enjoyed fucking during the Terrorist Wars. Had enjoyed until he’d met Ashley, a conscripted sex slave for one of the American generals stationed in Iraq.

He’d be lying if the sight of a naked woman didn’t make him hot and horny. Any red-blooded American male would be turned on. Especially one who hadn’t had sex in several months.

“If you think seeing you naked is the incentive, think again,” he lied.

“S.K.U.L.L. knows where your missing brother is being held.”

Holy Shit! Had he heard right?

“If you bring us Blakely’s cure for the X-virus, S.K.U.L.L. will reveal Tyler’s exact whereabouts. Maybe even bring him home.”

“We’ve already got a plan in motion that will see him released in a couple of months.”

“We know all about you blackmailing the Barlows. That you have threatened to tell the government they don’t have the required number of husbands for Laurie.”

“Where the hell did you hear that garbage?” Shit! How had she found out?

“Don’t bother denying it, sweets. Sorry to tell you this, but you lost the blackmailing angle a few days ago when the Barlows secretly took on another man and legally reclaimed Laurie with another Claiming. They have no reason to keep your brother alive. He’s been turned back over to the terrorists who used to hold him. He’s not in the States anymore. He’s been moved back overseas. You know how much terrorists love to torture Americans these days. It’s only a matter of time before he’s used up or killed. If you tell me you’ll accept the assignment, we can keep him alive. If you bring us Blakely’s cure, S.K.U.L.L. will bring your brother home. If not…”

* * * * *

Pleasure Palace, Maine

Two days later…

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Dr. Colter Outlaw tried hard to contain his anger as the armed guards at the gate motioned them through onto the property where the meeting with Cheri would take place.

Gazing out the side window of the sleek white limousine S.K.U.L.L. had supplied him with, he could easily make out the newly erected three-story white marble hotel called Pleasure Palace. The lush property contained hundreds of acres of pine forests, rocky cliffs, gentle streams and beautiful meadows. Land once owned by the Outlaws. Now it belonged to the Barlow brothers who’d been quick to erect the bordello for the numerous sex-deprived men who craved to fulfill their sexual fantasies in a world where women were rare, most having been wiped out by the mutated versions of the Xvirus. It was bad enough that this had once been Outlaw land, but now that he actually had to come there and see what they’d done with it, he could literally feel the tension ripping through his shoulders, making the expensive monkey suit he wore fit too snug. He reached up and adjusted his bright blue tie, trying to loosen the stranglehold from around his neck. Why S.K.U.L.L. had insisted he wear this business outfit was beyond him. He would have preferred to break into Dr. Blakely’s widow’s suite and search for the cure, grab it and clear out. But S.K.U.L.L. had gone to great lengths to create an elaborate, foolproof, fictional cover for him as a doctor who worked for a research facility. They’d also supplied him with a fake ID, had arranged for anyone who might recognize him there to be away on business. S.K.U.L.L. had also arranged for him to have a private cabin along with a private sex slave to cater to his every whim while he was there. How the hell could he turn down his own slave? He’d have to be mad to do that, wouldn’t he?

Colter frowned. There really was only one black-haired, blue-eyed woman who held any appeal to him. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a clue where she was, and she’d made it perfectly clear she didn’t want him anyway.

“We’re here, Dr. Van Dusen,” said the limo driver.

Pleasure Palace looked even fancier close up, Colter mused as he stepped out of the vehicle and quickly gazed around. Red ceramic tiles covered the multi-peaked roof. White marble walls sparkled in the bright sunshine and blood-red shutters adorned the numerous barred windows.

A moment later his driver was quickly ushering him past the heavily armed guards and inside to a main foyer.

The place looked utterly extravagant. Crystal chandeliers hung everywhere, the floors were pink marble and plush, red velvet furniture adorned the lobby. Colter felt his mouth literally drop open in shock when he noticed a fully dressed man sitting on a couch in a side foyer casually reading a newspaper while a naked woman with an obviously just spanked, flushed red ass knelt on her knees in front of him. Her large breasts jiggled as she busily shined his shoes. Unbelievable.

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