Their Virgin Hostage, Masters of Ménage, Book 5 (4 page)

“We have money now.” He could take care of her.

“Yeah, and we got it the hard way by dealing with criminals
and lowlifes. None of us is a poster child for the country club set. Even
though Dominic comes from money, he looks like a gangster. Despite this buff
body, I’m a computer nerd. And dude, you talk to your guns.”

Only occasionally. “Everyone has their quirks.”

“She won’t do it, Law.”

“She’s not Simone.” He was so sick of this argument. The one
woman they had thought for half a second about marrying had turned out to be
more concerned about other people’s opinions than love, so Riley had given up
trying.

“They’re all Simone in the end, brother. If we try this
long-term thing with someone, it’s damn near impossible to hide. What woman in
her right mind wants to be thought of as a whore? You remember what it was like
for Mom to even go to the grocery store.”

“It’s not like we’d pimp our wife out.”

“It doesn’t matter. That’s how everyone would see it,
especially among
Kinley’s
old-money circle. It won’t
work.”

“I think you’re wrong.”

Riley sighed. “I think we have to get her out of here before
someone wonders where the bride is. This ceremony is supposed to start in less
than thirty minutes.” He grabbed the heavy canvas cover they had brought along
to hide the fact that they weren’t pushing the laundry around.

Law shook his head. “Don’t cover her yet. We have to get her
luggage.”

Riley rolled his eyes. “We are not bringing the princess’s
luggage.”

His brother wasn’t thinking. “She can’t run around in her
wedding dress the whole time. We don’t know how long she’s going to be with
us.”

Riley picked up his cell and started texting. “Then you’re
in luck. She can run around naked. Actually, I wouldn’t mind seeing her naked.
She is fucking gorgeous. Too bad she’s in the habit of banging a
douchelord
. What the fuck does she see in him except a
whole lot of zeroes in his bank account?”

“She doesn’t sleep with Jansen. They don’t spend the night
at each other’s places. When they travel they have separate rooms. And we’re
taking her luggage. She could have medication packed that she needs.”

She didn’t. She didn’t take anything more than a couple of
vitamins a day, but his brother didn’t have to know that. Having her belongings
around
Kinley
would comfort her.

God, when had he turned into a guardian angel? Law wasn’t
suited for the role. He was pure muscle, good at killing scumbags or making
them wish they were dead. He didn’t know a damn thing about taking care of a
woman. Riley was probably right. She was too sweet to want what they needed.
Even the suggestion would probably shock her down to her painted pink toes.

So he’d have to settle for watching over her in Alaska.

Grumbling,
Ry
grabbed the first of
her suitcases. There was room in the cart…if they mashed down the shit ton of
puffy fabric in her dress.

Gently, Riley laid the first piece next to her. Law helped
him with the next three bags. He guessed she’d gotten them all secondhand
because they were embossed with someone else’s initials. Someone really fucking
liked themselves. There were little gold
Ls
and
Vs
all over the luggage. If
Kinley
was his woman, he would make sure everything had
her
sweet name on it.

“Dominic is having trouble finding a parking spot. We have
to hold tight for a few minutes. Damn New York traffic.” Riley cursed at his phone,
then lifted the drape to peek out the window as though he could see where
Dominic was circling the building. This high up, there was no way. Everyone
looked like ants from this height.

He tucked the last of the four cases around her. She moaned
a little, and the sound made him goddamn hard. Why did he have to ache for
this
woman?

“Why the fuck does it have to be her?” Riley asked.
Sometimes Law thought his brother could read his mind.

He shrugged. “It doesn’t. It won’t. You’re right. She won’t
want me.”

Again those eyes rolled. His brother needed a better form of
communication than sarcasm. “Oh, she’ll probably want you. I just don’t think
she’s going to keep you. Or any of us. Women like a ménage for sex, but no one
wants to put up with three dudes for life. The laundry alone would choke her.”

Law didn’t think that was funny. “I can do my own. All of us
can.”

“Look at this from her point of view. If by some miracle,
Kinley
could handle a relationship with all three of us,
would the pressure from her family or the tabloids be too much for her? How
long would it take her to want to leave? Maybe you should try to win her on
your own.”

And leave his brother and best friend behind? “No.”

He wanted what the James brothers had. He wanted a family.
He’d spent too many years needing someone watching his back to go it alone.
Maybe it was his perverse nature, maybe it was something he’d learned, but he
didn’t even want to try making this a solo act with
Kinley
.

And there was a little voice inside that worried what would
happen to her if he died. He couldn’t leave his wife alone the way his own
mother had been. He couldn’t stand the thought of her turning to a terrible
life on her back just to feed herself and her kids.

“Nah. I just like her, okay? I’ll get over it. I don’t
particularly love the idea of going into the kidnapping business, and she’ll
want nothing to do with me after this, most likely.”

God knew he’d been forced to play the bad guy most of his
fucking life. One more time shouldn’t matter. He just couldn’t stand the idea
that she would be afraid of him.

“We’re saving her life. Eventually, she’ll understand.”
Annabelle slipped into the room through the adjoining door, her voice low. “Is
she all right?”

The curvy secretary approached the laundry cart and looked
inside.

“She’s fine. She’ll sleep it off on the plane.”

As soon as he grabbed her handbag, they were out of here.
But when he lifted it, Law frowned. It felt heavier than it looked. What was
she carrying? Not that it mattered. He laid it in the cart beside her with the
rest.

“How is it coming from your end?”
Ry
asked.

The law firm of Baxter, Cohen, and Kent was working on their
side—to bring Jansen to justice and to try to keep their asses out of jail. Law
wasn’t sure which would prove to be the harder job.

“I brought Eric with me. He’s waylaid her sister. She was
probably coming back in to snip at
Kinley
one more
time. Good, you got her luggage. She’ll be calmer if she can keep her things
around her.” Tears were threatening to spill down her cheeks. “Am I doing the
right thing?”

He’d pondered the same question every day since they’d
decided on the assignment. “You tried to tell her the truth, and she wasn’t
accepting it.”

Annabelle shook her head. “I know.
Kinley
is so loyal and wants to believe the best about everyone. If I’d pushed too
much more, she would have gone straight to Greg and demanded explanations. You
know how he would have taken care of the situation.”

“We’ll make sure she’s safe,” Law assured.

Riley stepped up. He was always the one to handle the
ladies. Being somewhat civilized, he didn’t tend to scare the crap out of them
the way Law did.

His brother gave her his surest smile. “She’s in good hands,
Annabelle. I went to college with
Kellan
. He’s talked
to you about me, right?”

She nodded, relaxing a little. “He said you were a good
guy.”

“If you trust him, then trust me. I’ll be good to her. And
Law here is already half in love with her, so there’s no worry.”

Law felt his jaw drop. “You motherfucker.”

Riley shrugged. “Hey, I tell it like it is.”

Annabelle went silent, her dark eyes staring through him.
Damn it. Riley’s sense of humor was going to get him gutted one day. Now
Annabelle would be afraid to let
Kinley
go with him.
The secretary could cause real trouble.

“I’m not going to…” Law struggled. How did one politely tell
someone that he wasn’t going to molest her friend? “Touch her. I swear.”

“Oh, I sincerely hope you do.” Annabelle stepped up and
smoothed down his tie. “You charm her and seduce her and you make her very
happy in bed. That’s practically an order.”

He hadn’t heard that right. “What?”

She stepped back, wearing a mysterious smile. “I love that
woman. She’s my sister and she deserves someone who can make her feel good.
You’ve been watching her. I see the look in your eyes. You seem like a smart
man, Law Anders. I know Dominic Anthony is. No truly smart man is going to be
able to resist my best friend.” Her eyes narrowed as she studied Riley. “I
don’t know about you. You might be dumb.”

“I graduated top of my class at Harvard.” Riley seemed
slightly put off.

“Then you’ll get with the program because she’ll need the
security and affection all of you can provide. Just remember…if you taste that
particular icing, you’ve bought the whole cake. If you try to get out of taking
the cake home and enjoying every bite, I will come after your asses. And you
have not seen fury until you’ve seen it from this girl. Are we understood?”

They both nodded dutifully. Law was pretty sure that Riley
had been struck as mute as him.

Annabelle took one last look at her friend, then stepped to
the door. “I’m going to make sure the coast stays clear. You two think about
what I said. And take care of Gigi. She can be a handful.”

Annabelle disappeared, leaving Law with one final question.

“Who the fuck is Gigi?”

Riley shrugged. “I don’t know. I think that girl might be
crazy. Are you thinking of trying
Kinley’s
cake?”

“Well, I couldn’t just eat the frosting and then not take a
bite of the cake, if you know what I mean. Hell, I’m not sure what I mean. I’m
confused.”

Damn, he didn’t understand women half the time. Shaking it
off, he looked down at
Kinley
, who appeared to be
sleeping so peacefully, despite her awkward position. She was really the most
fucking gorgeous thing he’d ever seen. And what had he done? He’d shot her full
of tranquilizer, stuffed her into a laundry bin, and dumped her luggage inside.

Very smooth.

“I really want to try the frosting,” Riley admitted. “But
Annabelle will take our balls off if we do and then don’t eat the cake.” He
frowned. “Is that what she’s saying?”

“Dumbass.” Sometimes he wondered if Harvard was all it was
cracked up to be. “She was saying she approved.”

“I kind of thought so. She shouldn’t.” Riley stood beside
him staring down, too. His brother’s face softened. “We’d only get hurt if we
started something with her. She really is quite lovely when she’s not biting my
hand.”

His phone buzzed, and Riley’s whole body went on alert.
“We’re a go.”

Law grabbed the canvas and covered the bin. “Sleep well,
princess. When you wake up, you’ll be in a whole new kingdom.”

And he would very likely be in hell.

Riley stared down the long hallway just outside
Kinley’s
suite and wondered what jail would be like. If he
and Law were caught, they’d probably be sent to a maximum-security prison for
violent offenders. He hoped he wouldn’t be popular there, but he worried.
Because deep down, he knew there was no fucking way they got away with
kidnapping and transporting a debutante across state lines. Hell, with the
amount of Louis Vuitton luggage
Kinley
Kohl had, they
would probably get nabbed for grand theft baggage, too.

He was going to end up living out the rest of his days as
some thug’s girlfriend, being traded for cigarettes and sexual favors. It
wasn’t really how he’d expected his life to play out, but he couldn’t back out
of this assignment. A man didn’t have much if he didn’t have any loyalty.

“We’re clear to the elevator.” His brother was cool as a
cucumber. Not a single line on his face revealed a hint of anxiety. He wasn’t
thinking up ten different ways he could be shanked in prison. No. Law Anders
was steady.

It was the way he’d been all their lives. Nothing fazed his
big brother…but for a few minutes, Law had warmed up while staring down at the
woman who would likely cost them twenty-five to life. Just for a moment, there
had been something like hope in Law’s normally barren expression.

If they weren’t careful,
Kinley
Kohl might cost them more than their freedom.

Riley pushed the laundry cart forward, keeping his
expression carefully blank.
Nothing to
see here, folks. Just a couple of average Joes doing their job, kidnapping a
blonde with nice tits. Happens every day.

Actually,
Kinley’s
tits weren’t
just nice. From what he could see, they were gorgeous. Round and full… At
first, he’d suspected they were cosmetically augmented, but then he’d held her
close and she’d been so fucking soft against him. His cock had gotten hard as a
rock. Then she’d bitten the holy shit out of him.

And he’d gotten even harder.

Riley wondered what she would look like when he tied her up,
when he had so much of his rope around her that she couldn’t move. He could
imagine the pattern on her fair skin, a tortoiseshell that would mold her
curves and wrap around those breasts, making them thrust out proudly. He would
dress her in silk rope and nothing else. Well, next to nothing else. Those
ridiculous heels she was wearing would look awfully good wrapped around his
neck while he shoved his cock into what was likely a very tight pussy.

“Is there a problem, brother?”

Riley nearly groaned. He was in the middle of a criminal
endeavor, and he was hard as hell, thinking about all the ways he could violate
his pretty little hostage.

He wasn’t just going to prison. He was going to hell in a
hand basket. Well, a laundry cart, at least.

“I’m coming.”

But he wouldn’t be, not in the way he wanted to. Nope, there
was going to be no coming around
Kinley
Kohl at all.
He pushed the cart again and swore to all of the mystical beings of the
universe that he wasn’t going to molest their prisoner. No way. He was keeping
his hands to himself. The only way he’d be coming in the near future was by the
power of his own fist or with a properly paid for hooker. And he wasn’t above
either method.

The elevator door was open at the end of the hall, not the
pretty one the guests used, but the hefty, industrial-sized one meant to keep
the workers out of sight of the hotel’s posh clientele.

On his left, he caught sight of one of the CCTV cameras that
dotted the hallways. He kept his head down. All anyone watching the feeds would
see was a tall man with dark hair pushing a laundry cart along the hallway.
There would be nothing to distinguish him.

Just a few more steps and then they would be safely in the
elevator.

“Hey!”

To his horror, the canvas started to move and a perfectly
manicured hand appeared.

Law rushed across the hall, his feet making not a single
sound against the carpet.

“
Hafta
getta
way.”
Kinley
was trying to haul herself out of the
laundry cart. One fist came up. “Won’t let you. Won’t.”

Riley peered down at her. How did she make that look so fucking
adorable? She was a mess of white tulle, and all he could think about was
wrapping himself around her.

“Baby, it’s all right.” Law reached for her hand, his voice
softer than Riley could ever remember hearing it. Law was rough and tumble, but
he got so tender around this one bit of blonde fluff. “What the hell. I thought
I emptied the fucking syringe in her arm. We need the chloroform, Riley.”

Yes, it was their last resort. It wouldn’t keep
Kinley
out for very long, but they had to keep her out long
enough to escape this damn hotel.

“Don’t want to get married. Want the beach. Happy there.”
They weren’t taking her to the beach, but at least Law seemed to be calming her
down. Then she turned those kick-him-in-the-gonads brown eyes his way. “So
pretty.
Wanna
get married?”

Just then, he almost did because she was so sweet with her
ridiculously sensual bow of a mouth and honey blonde hair. In that moment, he
could picture her at the center of their world. It was perverse. He fucking
knew it, but he couldn’t shake the image of the three of them loving her—their
queen, their beating heart—as she loved them in return.

He had to stop indulging in ridiculous fantasy. Sure, she
was soft right now, but she wouldn’t be when the drugs wore off. Besides, they
couldn’t abduct her on her wedding day, then imagine she’d be receptive to
romance with him…and Law…and Dominic. The pretty blonde would likely cut them
cold for trying to steal so much as a kiss. If they were dumb enough to bring
up marriage to all three of them, she’d probably laugh her ass off. If she was
crazy enough to try it and stay, she’d end up leaving.

Even so, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything beyond,
“Sure, honey.”

“Really?” A brilliant, if loopy smile crossed her face. God,
she was gorgeous. His freaking heart nearly stopped. “You’ll be good to me?”

She asked as if it was the gravest of concerns. Maybe she
knew her fiancé better than he thought.

“Every single day.” He grabbed the rag from his pants pocket
and held it up. She didn’t even flinch, just kept smiling at him as he placed
the cloth over her mouth. His heart sank a little as the light left her eyes
and she slid back down into the laundry bin.

Law caught her, helping to ease her down. He smoothed back
her hair. For just a moment, a primal growl started in Riley’s throat. He
craved the chance to soothe her. It was stupid. When she came to, she’d want
nothing to do with them, yet he couldn’t stop imagining how nice it would be to
put his arms around her and hold her while she slept off the drugs they’d just
fed her. Then making love to her when she awoke.

Yeah, he was going to do well in prison.

After Law settled her, his head came up. Right into the line
of the cameras.

“Dude, look down. Now!” What the hell was his brother
thinking? Law never fucked up an op. Law was the be-all, end-all of operatives.
He was ice cold, but it looked like
Kinley
Kohl was
getting his brother too hot to think. Damn!

Law jerked his head down. “Shit! Sorry. Let’s get her out of
here. Dominic is probably freaking out by now.”

He jogged down the hall and pushed the elevator button
again. Luckily, it hadn’t gone anywhere. Riley started pushing the cart in, his
thoughts racing.

Okay, maybe Law hadn’t fucked up all that badly. Maybe the
cameras hadn’t been pointed in their direction. Or maybe no one was watching
them. In that case, they’d be gone before anyone noticed
Kinley
was missing. And with any luck, the cameras hadn’t been recording. No one would
know anything about her disappearance then, at least until Dominic had the
proof he needed. What they’d do with her when it came time to release her and
how they’d keep her from running to the police… Well, none of them had figured
that out yet.

“Hey, hold up!”

Fuck.
As fast as
he could shove the cart in, a man in a badly tailored suit was right behind
him, crowding into the elevator.

“Sir, the guest elevator is down the hall.” Law’s voice was
perfectly steady as he held the door open for the man to exit.

Not just any man.
Fuck
times two.
Vincent
Dargo
, Greg Jansen’s heavy. There
was no way to mistake the man. He looked like something a pit bull had chewed
up and spit out before someone decided to shove him into a suit.

“Nah, I hate those fucking snooty elevators. I hate places
like this in general. Will this get me to the ballroom floor?”

Riley wondered if there was any chloroform left. Law shook
his head slightly and removed his arm from the doorway. The doors closed with a
little thud, and Law hit the buttons for the ballroom floor and the street
level.

“Of course, sir. We’ll get you there,” Riley forced himself
to say.

This was a man who, by all accounts, did Greg Jansen’s dirty
work—and had for years. Being this close to the asshole who probably had more
than a thing or two to do with Carrie’s murder made Riley want to strangle him.

“You two working this fucking sham of a wedding?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his brother tense
slightly, but Law’s eyes stayed on the doors as the elevator descended. “Nah.
We’re dropping this set off for cleaning, then we’re done for the day.”

Vincent frowned. “I thought you had maids to cart that shit
around. You two aren’t dressed for laundry.”

It was Riley’s turn. He’d had a lot of experience with being
friendly and non-threatening. He’d spent much of his life making up for the
fact that Law acted like a Rottweiler on steroids. “Normally, we wouldn’t have
anything to do with the laundry, man, but there’s this girl…”

Vincent nodded and sent him a knowing wink. “Hey, you
gotta
give a little to get some. Well, some of us do.”

“She’s a cute little thing. I don’t know that she’ll last
long in the job, though. She’s skittish about some of the nasty stuff we have
to send out for cleaning.” Riley shrugged. “When you work in a hotel for as
long as I have, you see just about everything.”

“Doesn’t the hotel have its own laundry?”
Dargo
scowled.

“Sure, but some couple got freaky on one of our thousand
thread count sheets. Can’t just throw those out. You know how it is. Some
stains are harder to remove and need a professional.”

Vincent
Dargo
was a stain that
Riley would dearly love to remove, but
Dargo’s
boss
was more important. “Well, you won’t have that problem in the bridal suite
tonight. God, I’ll be surprised if they fuck at all. That girl is so
bangable
, but she’s cold. Society women. You think you have
a rough job. Try having a boss who tells you to go out and find him a wife with
society connections and a fat ass. Oh, but she has to be pretty. Lucky me, I
found one, but it was hard. I had to find a go between, if you know what I
mean.”

Riley didn’t. Thankfully, the door dinged and opened to the
ballroom level because Riley could practically see his brother vibrating with
the need for violence.

Down the long hall, Riley caught sight of Jansen in his
immaculate tuxedo. For all that
Dargo
looked like a
thug, Jansen fit into society perfectly, a shark masked by designer wear.

He spoke to a man Riley recognized as a senator from
Georgia. They were having an intense conversation. Chamber music flooded the
halls. It sounded like the wedding was getting ready to start. Someone would
start looking for
Kinley
soon.

“
Gotta
go.”
Dargo
rushed out to meet his boss.

Riley reached out and very calmly pressed the button to
close the doors.

“I’m going to kill him,” Law said under his breath.

“I’m sure that would make you feel better.” Sometimes he
thought snuffing the breath out of lowlifes like
Dargo
was one of Law’s ways to relax. Today, Riley understood. “When the time comes,
make him suffer.”

“What do you think he meant?”

Riley had already reviewed the conversation in his head. He
was pretty sure he knew what was bugging his brother. “You mean, why was he
concerned with her ass?” He’d seen her pictures.
Kinley
Kohl had a luscious backside that she tried to camouflage with her clothing. He
shrugged. “Maybe he’s an ass man.”

“His other girlfriends have all been model types, very thin.
So thin that I’ve wanted to feed them a cheeseburger,” Law muttered. “Even
Carrie was that way.”

Carrie Anthony had been beautiful, but neither Riley nor Law
had ever been tempted by her. She’d been like their little sister, too. Beyond
that, she hadn’t been anywhere close to their type. Sometimes Riley wished they
didn’t have a type, but it was true.

Over time, he’d fallen into sharing women with his brother
and Dominic. It was just the way he preferred things. Oh, it wasn’t that he
couldn’t have sex on his own. He could totally do that, enjoy it even, but he
didn’t picture picket fences and forever without backup.

Life in a trailer park, watching his mom pay for their food
by whoring herself out, had taught him to always have a contingency, other
resources. But finding someone who wanted to be involved with him and his
backup had been next to impossible.

So if Jansen wasn’t attracted to juicy asses, why had he
insisted on one?

The doors opened, and suddenly that was a problem for
another day. It was time to get a move on. Workers rushed around them as they
strode down the hallway toward the loading docks.