“Obviously you underestimated them,” Randall replied and paced his office. This was bad. Really, really bad because the bosses knew about Mercedes and the bidding war. They were demanding to know who took her and where the money was.
“We have bigger problems. The bosses heard about the sale,” Randall told Jeff.
“So tell them what happened. Tell them someone hacked into the computer system but that Mercedes is still available. But off-line. We know our big money buyers well. In a situation like this we should contact someone overseas. Get her out of the country. Call in someone who can get into that small town and grab her right out from underneath that deputy and his buddy.”
“You’re not getting this. No one will touch this situation at this point. I have no choice but to beg for forgiveness for fucking this up.”
“Don’t do that, Randall. Leave it to Damien and I. We’ll get her even if we have to kill the deputy and his buddy. We’ll get her.”
Randall disconnected the call. He was pissed off. The company had expanded in leaps and bounds. He was involved in so many business deals right now he wondered if he should just dump the selling of women. It was a dirty business, and with the Ukrainians taking over, he should sell out now while he was ahead.
He thought about and decided to wait out Jeff and Damien. Selling Mercedes for over a million dollars would be the last sale. The others could be passed along with the business. He would make the call. His bosses had an interest in taking over. He would give them a good price for the contacts and the employees, and he would also get the money from the sale of Mercedes to the highest bidder. This would work. It had to.
* * * *
Mercedes gasped and sat up in bed. She was having another nightmare. This time instead of it being Jeff or Damien it was the same man from Spencer’s trying to take her.
“Are you okay?” Warner asked her as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.
She looked to the left, feeling the hand caress her hip. Kurt was there.
“Yes,” she whispered then noticed that Warner was still wearing his dress pants. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and Taylor was asleep in the recliner near the bed.
She looked at the clock. It was four thirty.
“You haven’t come to bed yet?” she asked Warner as she sat up a little higher, taking the sheet to hold up against her bare chest.
He looked down at the floor as he sat on the side of the bed. His head was in his hands then he ran his fingers over his head to his neck and moved like he was stiff and sore, or maybe stressed. He was upset about tonight. He felt responsible.
Mercedes sat up then moved closer to Warner as she tucked her knees under her bottom and began to massage his shoulders. She worked his muscles, feeling how tense he was but also having difficulty because his muscles were so big and defined.
“I would do anything for you, Mercedes. You know that, right?” he asked and looked up, turning his head to the side so she could see him.
“I know,” she whispered and kissed his shoulder and ran her palms up and down his back. “And I would do anything for you, Kurt, and Taylor,” she added then continued to kiss his skin before she hugged him.
Warner turned in her embrace and she slid to the side then knelt up and kissed him. She tasted his lips, took her time to explore them while he allowed her to. She pressed her tongue deeply into his mouth and he pulled on it, drawing her in deeper and taking that control all three of her men had to have.
She ran her hands along his torso and he turned then scooped her up as if she weighed nothing at all and placed her on his lap straddling his waist. She was totally naked and he gripped her hips and gave them a jerk. “I love you, and I love this body.” Warner was breathing differently, almost as if he were shaking as he said the words. She locked gazes with him as she held onto his shoulders. He licked her nipple, lifting her hips higher so he could feast on her right breast and then her left. He held her still as she knelt up and then he maneuvered a finger up into her pussy.
“Oh,” she moaned softly.
“You’re wet,” he whispered back.
“You do it to me,” she replied and he took a deep breath, held her gaze with his firm one, and then continued to stroke her pussy while he feasted on her breast. Her entire body tightened and hummed with need for more of him.
“Warner, please,” she panted. He pressed against her clit, massaged her pussy lips, and rubbed them, causing tiny vibrations to build up in her core. She felt more cream release and she reached down and unzipped his pants.
“Oh no. I have another idea,” he told her then removed his fingers and lifted her up. He placed her feet down on the rug, and then turned her around and she spotted Kurt.
“On all fours now. Legs spread wide,” he said and made quick work of his fingers taking off his pants the rest of the way.
She felt his hands on her ass then once again fingers stroked her pussy.
Kurt watched her.
“She’s so beautiful,” Kurt said aloud.
“She sure is and we’re very lucky to have her as our woman,” Warner replied then pulled his fingers from her pussy and replaced them with his cock. She barely sensed the tip of his cock when suddenly he began to push completely into her. She cried out from the thick, hard size of his cock and gripped the comforter.