Auctioned to the Prisoners (Auctioned #4)

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KINKAID

TOTAL POSSESSION

Lory's leaving. We have so little time left, and I'm more on edge than I've ever been. I've lost a handle on my state of mind, and I have no idea what to do. If I risk an escape, there’s a real chance that I’ll be discovered, and my sentence will be increased. I have one opportunity, and if I take it, I have to face the reality that I'll be on the run for the rest of my life.

Rock's so certain that I should do this because if I don't, I'll be forty before I'll be released. Forty years old. And Lory will most likely belong to someone else.

Maybe there are other men out there who are better than me—than us—but no one is going to love her like we will. It’s obvious in the way Hyde watches her with a small smile playing at the edges of his usually grim mouth, and how Rock touches her like he’s forgotten what landed him in this shithole. It’s in every molecule of my body, every fiber of my consciousness. She’s ours—our woman, made to fit with three broken men who never thought they’d find a real connection in this godforsaken life.

For the first time, I’ll have something sweet waiting for me on the outside. Something untainted. Someone who has the power to lift me up, not drag me down. And I can’t let it slip away.

I think about the money I have waiting for me. It’s dirty cash, earned doing things I’m not proud of now, but it’s enough to get established. I can support Lory while we wait for Hyde and Rock to get out. I can help her with her sister and do some good for once. I can be what she needs.

But right now, I’m almost scared to touch her. We haven’t told her Grady’s coming for her yet. There’s no point—it’ll only stir up questions we can’t answer and drag us all into that dark pit of dread that comes with an unwelcome deadline. And I’m afraid that if I hold her, touch her, kiss her, fuck her, she’ll feel the shift inside me. She’s more intuitive than any woman I’ve ever known.

None of us can stand the thought of seeing her break down, of watching her walk away. I can tell Rock feels the same; he wears his heart on his sleeve. Hyde clings to her like she’s the only thing keeping him steady, his desperate way of holding on before she’s ripped away. But we all need our time with her, our chance to show her what she means, in our own way.

I knock on the door, not waiting for Hyde to tell me to enter. I find him sleeping in his happy place, his face pressed against Lory's chest. She turns and smiles at me, and I crook my finger, encouraging her to disengage. She manages to slide from the bed, naked and beautiful, without waking him. Her dark hair cascades over her shoulders, practically to her waist, leaving tantalizing inches of her breasts exposed. I watch her walk towards me, trying to memorize the gentle sway of her hips and the way she places her pretty feet on the floor like a runway model who's totally unconscious of her beauty. I wrap her in my embrace, breathing in the scent of her hair. It's not floral or feminine—not using prison shampoo—but it's clean and layered over the scent of her body that I want to nuzzle into and cover myself with like an animal.

”He's extra clingy,” she smiles, then rises on tiptoes to kiss me. “You need me?”

“Yeah,” I say gruffly, without embarrassment. “I need you. Rock, too.”

“I'm yours.” She pauses and glances over her shoulder. “But if he wakes and I'm not here—”

“He'll come find us,” I say, her concern touching my heart.

Lory nods, tucking her hair behind one dainty ear. She wears small hoop earrings that are barely more than a silver thread closely cupping her lobe. I want to buy her diamonds to replace them, or maybe emeralds that would glint brightly against her dark hair. If I get out, I'll be the first thing I do.

I pick her up, cupping behind her thighs so her legs wrap around my waist. She's probably dripping what Hyde left inside her, but I don't care. The cleanliness of my clothes is the least of my worries, and knowing he's marked her and she smells of sex only makes me hornier.

In the second bedroom, Rock waits, leaning back against two pillows, propped up and ready. We’ve agreed to do this together so she can understand what it’s like to be shared. It’ll help us keep our focus on what matters most: her pleasure and showing her we’re exactly what she needs.

“Lory.” Rock’s voice is low and raspy as I lower her onto the bed.

“Sit in his lap,” I instruct her. She scrambles up eagerly, wrapping her legs around him as he grips her nape, pulling her into a possessive kiss. I climb onto the bed behind her, my hands gliding from her ribs and waist to her ass and thighs, then up her front until I’m cupping her breasts. She whimpers when I tug at her nipples, and a soft moan escapes her lips as Rock’s hand slips down to part her pussy. He pulls back slightly, gazing between her thighs.

“You’re so wet,” he says. “Did Hyde fill you up?”

“Yes,” she admits, breathless.

“Are you ready for me to do the same?”

“Always,” she whispers

“What about Kinkaid?” He tips his head in my direction. “You think you can take him, too?”

“Of course.” She turns to me and must see something in my expression because she sucks in a breath. “At the same time?” Her voice is small but curious.

“Yes. In your pussy,” I say, gently stroking her nipple. “We'd need lube for the other way, and Grady didn't bring any of that.”

Rock chuckles at the idea of the warden providing even more sex stuff, then kisses her again, this time a playful peck. He's trying to keep the tone light even though we’re both needy and desperate.

“You think he'll fit?”

“He'll fit, but it's up to you.”

“Okay.” She turns to look at me over her shoulder again. “You want it like this?”

“We'll make you feel so good.” I run my thumb over her bottom lip and push it into her mouth. When she sucks it deep, I start to reconsider our plan. Maybe Rock should fuck her while she blows me, at least at first.

“We'll start slow,” I say, giving Rock a nod. “Turn around in his lap.”

Lory shuffles again as Rock pulls out his meaty erection. The man is hung like an elephant, so it's probably best that he spreads her open first. That'll be sixty percent of the battle won. I fist my cock, slicking the precum over the end. “Suck me, Lory. Suck me while he fucks your sweet little pussy and stretches it enough to take my cock, too.”

Her eyelids flutter, eyes glazing with arousal as she bends forward to wrap her lips around my dick. I fist her hair and watch her take me like we've done this for years, and she loves every minute of it. I think she does because she makes little moans of pleasure that zing through me. Her mouth is wet and warm and so perfect that my balls are like two knots after only a few bobs. Over the slender length of her back, her ass curves deliciously with Rock's rough fingers gripping onto each cheek. She groans when he works her onto his length, tugging her down as he rises up. “She's so fucking tight,” he growls. Thrusting up, he punctuates his movements with dirty talk, which causes heat to pool between my thighs. “So. Fucking. Tight. You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.”

I stroke her cheek, wiping away the tears her eyes have leaked from taking me so deep. “Such a good girl,” I murmured. “Such a perfect girl.”

I wish I was a hearts and flowers kind of guy. I wish I could hold her and tell her she's all I want in the world. If it came to a choice between my freedom and her love, I'd pick her love every time. She’s my everything—the sun, the moon, and the fucking stars. But I’m not that guy, and I’ll never be that guy. I’m the one who’ll make sure there’s always food in her refrigerator and fill her gas tank before she even thinks to stop at the station. I’ll watch out for her family and do whatever it takes to keep her safe. I’d kill any man who dared to cause her pain.

And because I’m that man, this is what I can do: fuck and give her pleasure, show her just how much I need her and how deeply being with her undoes me. I can make her scream with ecstasy and embrace her through the night, letting her sleep peacefully. I can hold her tight while she trembles, and keep my pain to myself, so she doesn’t feel my struggles. I can be tough and in control because that’s what she needs, even if she doesn’t realize it yet. I can be that person and still want to memorize the way her eyelashes rest against her cheeks and the softness of her lips. I can be the tough guy who keeps one of her shirts close, breathing in her scent long after she’s gone.

My throat is a tight coil of regret for so much of my life that I fucking wasted and spoiled. It burns with longing for this woman who I’m going to have to watch walk away without telling her how I feel. I swallow it down, and clear my throat, staring at Rock whose face is tight and eyes are wild. “You think she’s ready for us?”

“Yeah,” Rock rasps. “She's slick and open.”

“Turn around, princess. It’s time.” As Lory pushes up on her arms, I seize the opportunity to capture her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, my tongue sweeping over hers. I grip her neck, and I tremble as I lose myself in all her soft femininity. This might be the last time we’re together this way, and it’s killing me to think about letting her go. Guiding her back into Rock’s lap, I urge him to lean back so she can rest comfortably against his chest. With him buried deep inside her, her pussy looks totally full, but she can handle more. I press my length against her entrance, letting the weight of my body bear down on her until I penetrate just an inch.

“Oh, fuck.” Her fingernails dig into Rock’s chest, but he doesn’t complain; instead, he glides his hands over her back, offering encouragement.

“You can do this. You can take us. This pussy’s going to break us, Lory.”

“If you don't break it first,” she laughs nervously.

“Tell me if it hurts.” I kiss her between the shoulder blades as the urge to thrust becomes a flare of heat so big my thighs tremble. I push deeper, and she groans but doesn't complain. I know why. It’s impossibly tight, and when Rock shifts, the sensation of moving alongside him makes us all cry out.

“That's hot as fuck.” Hyde's voice carries from the doorway where he's watching and rubbing the back of his neck, half dazed from sleep.

“Hyde.” Lory calls him, and he comes, dipping his head to kiss her while me and Rock pound into her. She reaches into his pants to pull out his dick, jerking it frantically like she wants him to catch up with us and have a chance to orgasm at the same time.

“Can you call me James?” He ducks his head as heat flushes his cheeks.

He's been Hyde for as long as he's been at Blackstone, named by some fucker in D-Block who saw him switch and thought it was funny. Hyde laughed at first, playing up to the name, but I could tell it bothered him. Like calling a one-legged man stumpy, it highlighted his weakness, and no man can bear that without some kind of pain.

James was a scared teenager who came to this prison for letting his fists fly at an old enemy who deserved way more than the beating he got. Hyde is the man who hasn't been able to stay outside these walls for long enough to find another way in life.

Hyde’s request to be called his given name shows he’s trying to find a way to separate himself from the man he is inside Blackstone. He's working on walking toward the light at the end of the tunnel and he's hoping Lory might be it.

When she touches his face and whispers, “James,” my heart thuds in awe. Her kindness and consideration balls a lump of emotion into my throat. He kisses her like the water is rising and she’s the last pocket of air.

My dick is an iron bar, dribbling pre-cum like it's sprung a leak, making every movement slick and easy. I watch Hyde bend to suck Lory's nipple while she uses her free hand to cup Rock's cheek, rasping against his thick beard. We're one entity, moving with ease towards pleasure so vast it could swallow us all whole. I twist her hair around my fist and mouth the back of her neck, licking a path that makes her shiver.

“Lory.” Rock is the first to call out, jerking upwards as he comes with a growl.

Hyde spills between her fingers, dripping cum all over the floor as he suckles noisily on her nipple. I find Lory's clit and use two fingers to strum it hard, forcing an orgasm from her that clenches her pussy so tightly I have to stop thrusting, but not for long. This pleasure is mine, and I'm taking it.

There was a time when I was free when I'd sit on the roof of the building I was living in, smoking and looking at the stars, contemplating a better life elsewhere. It was nothing but a pipedream. Who did I think I was, dreaming about a better place overseas when I couldn't get my shit together where I was? But as I spill out all my pleasure into Lory, throbbing deep inside her, that sky flashes in the darkness behind my eyelids, and all those dreams come pouring back.

I’m a different man now—one who has faced the darkest depths and emerged with the resolve seen the worst and wants something better.

I trust these men with my life, and now we may have found a woman who can bind us together. Three dark planets orbiting a single glittering star.

We could revolve around her like this, captivated by her beauty, her kindness, her unwavering loyalty, and her incredible strength. We could be everything she needs to shine brightly in a world that seeks to snuff out any kind of contentment.

But baring our souls right now won’t help Lory, and it certainly won’t help us. If she cries or clings to us in desperation, I won’t have the strength to let her go. It’s easier to keep our distance now and pick up the pieces later when we’re free to make everything whole again.

Even if it’s not the right way, it’s the only way. Because seeing her in pain would shatter me, and I have to be strong to face whatever is coming.