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

“About time,” Dominic said. He was dressed in coveralls
emblazoned with the name of a local specialty cleaner. “Is that everything we
need?”

He was holding a clipboard that likely contained a crossword
puzzle and nothing else. It was all just a part of the ruse.

“This should do it.” Riley pushed the cart into the back of
the truck.

Just before he was about to close it, Law jumped in. “I’ll
ride back here, make sure the merchandise doesn’t get damaged in transit.”

He slammed the door shut.

“Don’t be a pervert.”

Now that they were about to escape the hotel, the worry that
Law’s face had been captured by that hallway camera returned. Riley was right
back to wondering how he would look in an orange jumpsuit. His guess? Not so
great.

But some part of him was more fixated on the moment, was the
tiniest bit jealous that Law had
Kinley
all to himself.
He would very likely pick her up because it wouldn’t be nice to leave her in a
laundry cart. He would cradle her to make sure she was safe. He would have that
very fine ass sitting right on his lap.

Maybe Law wasn’t the only pervert.

“Can we go now?” Dominic asked. “Or do you want to ride in
the back, too?”

His longtime best friend was so obviously not amused. “I’m
good to go.”

He jogged around the truck and hopped in.

As they lost themselves in the Manhattan traffic, Riley’s
thoughts stuck on the woman in the back of the truck.

* * * *

Dominic couldn’t quite take his eyes off the woman reclining
in the seat of the private jet he’d chartered to take them to the James’s
landing strip in River Run, Alaska. They’d been in the air for over an hour and
she hadn’t moved yet.

She didn’t look anything like Carrie. He’d known it from the
pictures he’d studied, but somehow he’d thought that when he got into the same
space as
Kinley
Kohl, he’d see something that
reminded him of his sister.

After all, they had both fallen for the same man—a
cold-blooded killer who had offed Carrie and intended to do the same to
Kinley
.

Riley sank into the seat next to him. “Law says we’ll be
flying all night.”

It was somewhere around ten hours from New York to Alaska.
Dominic had a long night to ruminate on the task he had to complete tomorrow.

He had to break
Kinley
Kohl.

“Can we get her out of that ridiculous dress?” Dominic
asked, eyeing her all wrapped in white silk and satin. He couldn’t contemplate
playing hardball with her when she looked that damn innocent.

When Law had passed her to him from the truck, she’d nestled
down into his arms like a trusting child. Or a lover. But she could never be
his lover. Or Law’s—no matter what he imagined.

“I think Law would be happy to undress her,” Riley said.
“You want me to take his place in the cockpit?”

Riley wasn’t half the pilot his brother was, but he would be
able to keep them in flight.

“No.” He didn’t want to tempt Law any further. “She can
change when we arrive and she comes to. She won’t wake up during the flight,
will she?”

Riley shrugged. “She hasn’t gotten much sleep lately. At
least that’s what Annabelle said. But she had a weird reaction to the sedative.
She came out of it for a minute in the hall. Law held her then and stroked her
hair. She went back to sleep.”

Dominic bet that little episode had done nothing to dampen
Law’s infatuation. That man had a deep-seated need to protect.
Kinley
looked fragile right now, but surely when the
interrogation started tomorrow, she would show her true colors.

“Gigi.” She started to mutter in her sleep. “Where…Gigi?”

Dominic frowned. “Who’s Gigi?”

“Annabelle mentioned her. Then she gave us that half smile
women often do, the one that looks a little evil and makes you wait for things
to start falling. You know what I’m talking about?”

Annabelle could be a bit mysterious, but he had other
problems now. “Did you check through her luggage? I don’t want to find a cell
phone.”

Cell phones had GPS. GPS meant they were up shit creek and
all his careful planning had been for nothing.

“I left it sitting on the table in the living area of the
suite.”

Not good enough. There had been a ton of people going
through that bridal suite all day long. “How do you know it was hers?”

“Have you looked at her? Look, man, it was in her room and
it was pink and
blinged
within an inch of its life.
She seems to like little fake diamonds on everything. I don’t get it.”

He was going to have Law’s head. It had been a sloppy
operation. Law should have made damn sure that was her phone. He could forgive
Riley, who was usually behind the scenes, but Law knew damn well how to run an
op. Now Dominic had to check through the luggage to make sure they weren’t
going to be met by feds when they landed in River Run.

“Why did Law decide to bring a half ton of designer luggage
with us?”

Dominic knew he shouldn’t, but he stared across the aisle.
Her blonde hair was the color of honey. The pictures didn’t capture its natural
beauty. Lighter shades threaded through the darker ones, forming a gorgeous
honey and amber color that contrasted beautifully with her skin.

Porcelain. Her skin was like porcelain, perfect and creamy
white.

He needed to remember that porcelain, while beautiful, was
also cold.

“He was worried she might need something in there,” Riley
answered with a touch of disbelief, as if he, too, thought his brother had gone
mental.

“So he wanted to be the guy who brought all her clothes
along. He’s going to kill me over this.” He pulled the first bag free and slid
the zipper around. The top popped open as though deeply happy at being free.
She’d stuffed the bag to the hilt. “Holy shit. How many pairs of jeans does one
woman need?”

There were at least a dozen pairs of jeans in the case, each
with more and more elaborately placed rhinestones across the pockets that would
hug her ass. It was like Las Vegas had taken over her luggage. Every eye in the
world would go straight to her ass because there was no way anyone could miss
it.

“There seems to be a theme here. She likes shiny objects.
Maybe if we get some jewelry we can distract her enough so she’ll just give us
all the
intel
we need,” Dominic offered.

There were several shirts but they were blousy and draped,
rather modest by modern standards. Her bras and panties were utilitarian, all
white cotton. Nothing lacy and pretty to show off her stunning body on her
honeymoon. That was a riddle. Dominic would have bet that
Kinley
used that sexy body to get everything she wanted, but her underwear told a
different story.

There was a makeup bag with bright pink trim and black polka
dots. In fact, nothing was plain about anything
Kinley
owned—except her underwear.

He opened the makeup case. Nothing was sacred now. He needed
to know everything about her, understand her better before he began his interrogation.

Her makeup was drugstore. Cheap. That surprised him. The
luggage was wretchedly expensive, but she got by with crappy makeup and
inexpensive moisturizer.

He was sure she would be wearing Chanel right before Jansen
killed her.

Dominic took a long breath and repacked her bag, using the
little gold lock to run the zipper back around the edge.

“This one is full of shoes.” Riley held up a pair that he
would expect a stripper to wear. They were fucking hot. “She has twelve pairs
of shoes for a five-day trip. Why does she need all those shoes?”

To make a man crazy. To make her legs look a million miles
long. To wrap them around his back and press into his flesh. Her shoes were
everything her undies weren’t. They were hot sex on stilettos.

He had to turn away because he was getting agonizingly hard
just thinking about her in those heels.

The bag to his left began to shake. And bark.

Well, now he could guess who Gigi was. He unzipped the
travel bag and a puffball leapt out.

“What the fuck is that?” Riley asked, frowning down at the
little thing.
Kinley
had tied a pink bow in its fur,
and there was a rhinestone-studded collar around its tiny throat.

“I think it’s supposed to be a dog.” It started to yip, a
deeply annoying sound. The little thing started to bark and run in circles as
though trying to communicate.

“It looks more like a rat. Why would she put bows on a rat?”
Riley leaned down and held out a hand. “Here, girl. Let’s get you back in the
bag. That’s your home, right? Don’t you want to go back home and stop that
infernal sound you’re making? I can’t call it a bark. Real dogs bark.”

But the little rat thing proved it could bite. The minute
Riley reached for it, it nipped him.

Riley popped back up, shaking his hand, then staring at it.
“Damn it. I’m going to go wash my hand and hope that thing doesn’t have
rabies.”

He stalked back toward the bathroom.

Riley didn’t seem to understand that all creatures needed to
know their place in the pecking order, whether person or dog or weirdly dressed
rat thing. Dominic knew who was in charge—him.

He picked up Gigi by the scruff of her neck, lifting her
high in the air, and bringing her up to meet his eyes. Gigi made an odd sound
in the back of her throat that Dominic thought might pass for a snarl in
rat-dog world.

Dominic spoke in a language the animal could understand. He
gave her a real snarl.

Gigi whimpered and tried to rear back into a protective
ball.

Now, they understood each other. He set the dog thing back
down. It immediately ran to hide in
Kinley’s
skirts,
apparently not caring that its mistress was unconscious.

Dominic sighed and sat back in his chair.

Riley plopped down beside him. “It didn’t break the skin.
Maybe its teeth aren’t sharp enough. Have you thought about the fact that Butch
is going to eat that thing?”

His bulldog was already in Alaska. River Run and the
compound there had become their base of operations for this particular mission.
One of their largest clients, Black Oak Oil, had offered to let them use the
large house they kept outside their center in Alaska. When Dominic had asked
about it, Gavin James had simply handed over the keys and the security codes,
insisting that he didn’t want to know a damn thing else.

Gavin knew him fairly well, but their connections in public
were almost purely professional. If
Kinley’s
kidnapping got tied back to him, it would be a while before the feds got around
to questioning Gavin. “Butch will be a perfect gentleman.”

He hoped.
Kinley
probably wouldn’t
be too helpful if his dog swallowed hers whole and burped up those pink bows.

With great effort, she lifted her head and sighed. “Find
Gigi…”

The words were slurred like she was totally trashed. It was
a reasonable reaction to the sedatives, though they should have just knocked
her out for at least eight to ten hours. She was certainly stronger physically
than he’d imagined.

“Gigi is hiding in your skirts,” he explained in a soft
voice.

She smiled, and his heart actually skipped a beat. What the
hell was that about? Those plump lips curled up, and she flushed a little. He
could imagine that exact expression on her face when he pressed his cock deep
and found that perfect place deep inside her.

Had Jansen ever given her a screaming orgasm? The thought of
his sister’s killer fucking
Kinley
deflated his dick
in a second. He wasn’t going to have sex with Jansen’s leftovers. No fucking
way. No matter how much he wanted her.

She lurched up on wobbly feet and immediately stumbled,
landing right in his lap.

“Go to sleep,
Kinley
.” He tried
making it an order. Maybe
Kinley
was a little like
her rat-dog thing and just needed a firm hand.

“Kay,” she slurred and nuzzled her face in the crook of his
neck where he could feel her breath on his skin.

Yeah, his cock was hard again. She settled her ass against
it, and Dominic thought he might come in his slacks. Damn it. “In your own
seat,
Kinley
.”

“Kay.” But she just snuggled closer and sighed as though
she’d found right where she wanted to be.

“She seems very affectionate when she’s incapacitated.”
Riley had the faintest smile on his face. “You probably shouldn’t move her. She
might sleep better like that.”

“Then get Law out here to hold her.” He couldn’t just sit
here with her all pressed up against him for hours. Even as he thought it, the
plane hit an air pocket. With the momentary turbulence, his arm wound around
her waist, tugging her more firmly into his lap. She would fall if he didn’t,
and he couldn’t have her injured at this junction. That was the only reason he
did it.

“Unfortunately, Law is flying the plane,” Riley pointed out,
then turned quiet for a moment. “She seems sweet actually. She’s not totally
what I thought she was.”

Fuck. Riley drank her in with that same glazed, lustful
expression Law did. This could spell trouble.

Kinley’s
breathing evened out as
she went utterly limp. Knowing he was stuck with her indefinitely, Dominic held
in a curse. “Pull your head out of your pants. She’s exactly what we thought.
She’s just better at manipulating men than I gave her credit for. She even does
it in her damn sleep.”

Riley snorted. “We gave her the equivalent of a horse
tranquilizer, and she’s managed to worry more about that little hairy thing
than herself.”

It was time to remind his partner of some hard truths.
“She’s marrying for money.”