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  Cassius began stroking her clit with one finger as they picked up the pace. White-hot fire burned through her veins, and her pussy burned with pleasure building inside. She was sure it couldn’t get better than how they’d made her feel each time they brought he to orgasm, but this would be beyond anything she’d ever imagined. Already her toes were curling as her muscles geared up for the explosion brewing.

  “Can’t stop. God, so good!” Merrick’s body began pounding inside of her ass and Cassius struggled to keep up with his lack of rhythm.

  The uneven thrusts between the two men sent her spiraling over the top with a blaze of fireworks behind her eyelids. She was surprised when instead of screaming she merely squeaked, but she chalked that up to the lack of oxygen in her lungs.

  Merrick roared out his release with Cassius following seconds behind him with his own yell. River heard both of them saying her name as she lay panting between them. A racehorse had nothing on her. She was slick with sweat and gasping for breath. Her body still reeled with the aftermath of her climax. The feel of both men sheathed in her body sent another wave of pleasure across her muscles, including her heart.

  * * * *

  Merrick pulled free first, followed by Cassius. River mourned their loss, but knew they had the condoms to take care of. Once Merrick had returned, Cassius left the bed. He came back with a warm wet cloth that Merrick used to clean her bottom. She protested, saying that she could tend to herself, but Merrick just frowned and told her to lie still.

  When he returned after tossing the cloth, both men cuddled up to her. She wanted to say something to them to let them know how special it had been for her, but was at a loss for words. How did you say something after sex like that? Everything she thought of either sounded crass or silly. Then the moment had passed and she felt as if the intimacy was slipping away as well.

  “You know you’re ours, don’t you?” Merrick suddenly said out of the blue.

  “What?” He’d taken her by surprise.

  “We’re claiming you as our old lady. You belong to us now.” Merrick’s voice had gotten gruff.

  “Like for how long?” she finally asked.

  “For fucking forever. That’s how fucking long,” Merrick nearly shouted.

  “We love you, River,” Cassius said, the hint of a laugh in his voice. “We want you to be ours. Will you marry us?” he asked.

  “Hell, Cassius. I already asked her and she still hasn’t answered.”

  “You didn’t ask her. You told her she belonged to us. That’s not the same thing and you know it.” Cassius couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice any longer.

  River felt the pressure that had been like a tight band around her chest lift. They did want her. She hadn’t needed a marriage proposal, but since they’d offered one…

  “Yes. I’ll be your old lady and marry you,” she said, fighting back tears.

  “Where’s the ring, Merrick?” Cassius asked.

  “Why are you asking me? You’re the one who set everything up so it would run smoothly,” Merrick groused.

  “And I gave you the ring to keep safe,” Cassius snapped.

  “It’s in my vest pocket. Hold your horses.” Merrick slipped away from her, letting a cold draft hit her.

  “Fuck, Merrick. That was cold air you let in,” Cassius teased. “River’s nipples are all poked out again.”

  “You owe me brother,” Merrick chuckled.

  When he returned to the bed, instead of getting back under the covers, he knelt on the bed and presented her with the ring. River sat up, holding the covers to her breasts because she was chilly. She stared at the ring and gasped. He held a Harley-Davidson platinum filigree ring out. She held out her left hand and let him slip it on.

  “The band has three large diamonds in it to represent the three of us,” Cassius said.

  “It’s perfect. You were already planning this?” she asked, not believing she’d thought they wouldn’t want her after it was all over.

  “We’ve been planning this almost since we met you, kitten,” Merrick told her.

  “We love you, sweetness. You’re our future and we expect to have a long one with you.”

  River threw her arms around Cassius then Merrick, kissing them both as she did. Cassius pulled her back into his arms with a chuckle.

  “Got to keep those breasts warm, River. Can’t have those hard nipples freezing off,” he said.

  She and Merrick both groaned. “Pervert.”

  “I’m your pervert though, and you’re our everything,” he said.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Merrick’s phone rang waking them up at four the next morning. He answered it as River tried to sit up. Cassius’s arms held her down.

  “That’s right. You call off the bounty and we’ll send you a copy of the information. If we get even a hint that she’s being targeted again, we’ll hunt you down and finish this. We have people watching your organization right now. They are going to make sure you release those children into their care and that you pack your shit and leave the country. If you ever set foot in the US again, it will be your final resting place. Do you understand?”

  River could hear her uncle’s voice but couldn’t make out his words as Merrick listened to him.

  “That’s not my problem. You find a way. If you’re still on US soil this time next week, all bets are off and we go public. You can take your chances with the government’s form of mercy. We don’t have any. Your sick games stop now and River’s name never crosses your lips again. Got it? The thing is, we don’t want to stir up trouble with some of our own people by cutting into their business,” he said. “That’s why they are taking over yours. They don’t kidnap children and exploit them. We get what we want and they end up with some new real estate for their trouble. It’s a win-win situation.”

  He was silent for a few seconds then grunted. After a few more seconds, he snarled at them.

  “If anything happens to her not only will you have us on your asses, but our people have orders to release the information to all the major media sources as well as to the government. You’ll see when you look at what’s on your copy that we have faces and names along with dates and times and locations. It’s enough to blow the lid off of the entire enterprise you have going.”

  Merrick chuckled darkly into the phone. “Yeah, well, we took a liking to her and her to us. As long as she’s alive, you don’t have a thing to worry about. I’d be praying there aren’t any accidents though. She gets a splinter and we’ll be all over your ass. Got it?

  “Good. Where do you want us to send your copy to you?” he asked.

  Merrick started writing something down on the pad he’d left on the bedside table the night before. He listened for a few more seconds then read the address back to them and disconnected. When he turned around, he had a grin on his face.

  “Your uncle is really worried, kitten. I don’t think we have a thing to worry about.”

  “I don’t like the idea that he’s still free to hurt children somewhere else,” River said.

  “Oh, he’s not going to be hurting anyone, kitten. He’s heading to South America again. When he lands on their soil, there will be a welcome party from the government of that country to escort him to his new home where he’ll live out the remainder of his days slapping at mosquitoes and checking for snakes in his bed every night.” Merrick grinned at her.

  “Really? How are you going to manage that?” she asked, shaking her head.

  “Turk has a lot of friends in interesting places. He sent some information to the right people where your uncle owns a house and some land, and they were quite excited to get a heads-up of when he’ll be arriving. Turk will provide them with that information as soon as your uncle purchases his plane tickets.”

  She closed her eyes and sighed. The weight of those secrets she’d carried around with her for years finally seemed to lift from her shoulders. Never again would he harm another child because she had been too afraid to speak u
p. She couldn’t change anything that had happened or help any of the ones who’d been hurt or killed but she had finally managed to help stop it from ever happening again. It would have to be enough.

  There was a knock at the door and Brutus stuck his head in. “That the call?”

  “Yep. Everything’s a go. We’ll mail the package in the morning and head home after that,” he told him.

  “Fucking A. Night.” Brutus closed the door again.

  “That’s all there is to it?” she asked, afraid to believe it was that simple.

  “Basically. Once he sees the evidence against him and his associates, who he knows will rat him out if we take them down, your uncle will call off the dogs and in a few days, you’ll be safe to move around some.” Merrick leaned over her and kissed her nose. “But not too far. We’re keeping a tight hold on you, kitten.”

  Cassius yawned. “Besides, you’ve got a wedding to plan and house plans to make.”

  “House plans?” She stared at them. “What house plans?”

  “Our house plans. We’re going to build a house not far from Jessie’s and Raven’s. We want you all to ourselves without the rest of the gang listening in when we’re getting frisky,” Merrick said with a soft chuckle.

  “I can’t wait to christen every room,” Cassius said with a wink.

  “You won’t be able to walk for a week once we move in,” Merrick promised.

  “I love you both so much,” she said.

  “We know, sweetness. You’ve mumbled it in your sleep a few times.”

  “I have not,” she protested.

  “You snore, too,” Merrick teased.

  “You’re lying!” She grabbed the pillow and hit him with it. “Take it back. I do not snore.”

  “Not loudly.” Cassius laughed. “It’s kind of dainty really.”

  She started to hit him next, but Merrick grabbed her and covered her with his body, letting her know that he was more inclined to make love than wrestle. She wasn’t going to fight him on that one at all. River was always in the mood for them. They kept her engines revved up all the time.

  Several long sexy kisses later, River grinned up at the two men shoving at each other over who got the next kiss.

  “I sure hope you guys brought more than two condoms with you.”

  Cassius smiled. “I brought my two. Merrick has his two. That will do us till we get home tomorrow.”

  “My two? You’re the one who packed us. I didn’t have time to grab anything,” he said frowning at his brother.

  “Don’t you carry condoms in your wallet or something?” She asked.

  “Fuck!” Cassius snarled rolling over. “I stopped because they just dry rotted after a while.”

  “Me, too.”

  The two men stared at each other for a few seconds before jumping up to race for the connecting door. She nearly fell over giggling as they jerked open the door and yelled into the other room.

  “You guys got condoms with you?”

  River laughed when they returned, each carrying a condom with them looking chagrined.

  “Shut the fucking door, you guys. You’re already loud enough through the damn wall,” Walker complained.

  “And put on some fucking pants next time. Don’t no one want to see your junk bouncing in their face at four o’clock in the fucking morning!”

  River grinned then batted her eyelashes at the two men after they’d closed the connecting door.

  “My heroes!”

  THE END

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