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  Thirty minutes later, all the men were in Brax and Conner’s bedroom. Josh and Liam were standing at the door, Tyler by the fire, Conner sitting at the desk, and Brax pacing the floor ready to pounce. The four other men never took their eyes off him. Conner was thinking how strange it was for him to be able to leave her as easy as he did. He guessed his mind was too busy trying to get Brax away without him hurting his friends. Another ten minutes later, Conner was getting more and more desperate to get back in there. It looked like Brax was at the end of his patience as well. Just as Conner was about to suggest they see what was taking so long, there was a knock on the bedroom door. As Liam opened it, Kirstie, standing there with a smile on her face, brought relief to Conner’s state of mind. She wouldn’t be smiling if there was something seriously wrong with Angel.

  “We’re finished. You can come back and see her now. Doc wants a quick word as well.”

  Brax and Conner were out the door and down the hall before she finished speaking. Walking back into the room, they saw Angel, lying in the bed on top of the covers wearing the yellow nightie with patterns of candy on it, a light sheet placed over her legs. Her raven hair spilled over the pillows. Conner noticed an IV in the back of both hands. One led to a large bag of clear liquid, the other to a smaller bag, also with clear liquid. He also noticed a clear plastic box with measurements up the side, sitting on the floor by the side of the bed, a tube leading from the top of the box to under the sheet. Conner would give his own life to make her healthy and happy.

  “My first guesses were right,” Trish said coming out of the bathroom. “Badly dehydrated, and she suffered heat exhaustion. Also, she’s suffering from malnutrition. God knows the last time she had a decent meal. My main concern at the moment until I get her blood work back is her feet. We found blisters on top of blisters when we took her shoes and socks off. I cleaned them all up and dressed them and have her on IV antibiotics to be on the safe side. I’m happy to let her stay asleep throughout the night, and see how she is in the morning. However, I have asked Donner to stay with her. If she wakes in the middle of the night and finds herself alone or with a man in the room, the poor thing could have a heart attack. If there’s no change by morning, I’ll have to start thinking about giving her something to wake her up. I’m going to head off and get her blood sent to the lab ASAP. Kirstie and Zoë have taken all her clothes down to the wash room. We gave her a bed bath, and Sky is digging out a fan to help keep her cool. You can stay with her until Donner gets back with her clean clothes and stuff for during the night, then I suggest you two get some rest. I think tomorrow is going to be a long day.” With that, she left the room, closing the door behind her. Conner and Brax made their way over to the bed to say good-night. When Donner returned, they headed back to their own room once again.

  Walking into their bedroom, Brax behind him, Conner was thinking about taking a quick shower before bed when Brax grabbed his arm and spun him around. He lifted Conner off his feet and crushed their lips together in a raw and powerful kiss. “I need you,” he said as he slammed Conner into the wall. As his lips were assaulted again, Conner lost all thoughts of a shower. Brax pushed his jean-clad erection into his own. Conner whimpered at the thought of what was about to happen. Breaking the kiss, Brax looked at Conner, his Dom’s voice loud and clear.

  “You have ten seconds to get naked and present yourself or I will shred the clothes off your body.”

  Conner just managed to stop himself from coming in his pants as Brax let him down and stripped himself. Conner only needed seven seconds to rid himself of his own jeans and shirt. As he was about to get into place, his clasped fingers behind his head to present his body for Brax, he was thrown onto the bed, landing on his back. He didn’t have time to draw the air back into his lungs before Brax was on him, covering his body, kissing him again with raw, untamed power. The next thing he knew, Conner was flipped onto his stomach, leaning over the side of the bed with his feet on the floor, Brax covering his back with his own body. He could feel Brax’s cock against his ass, hard as steel and so hot it felt like it was branding his skin. Brax reached over into the nightstand drawer and brought out a bottle of lube. “Who do you belong to, boy?” he asked as he lubed his fingers.

  “You, Sir,” Conner replied before groaning into the blanket as Brax’s finger entered his ass. Before it was all the way in, Brax brought his other hand down hard onto Conner’s ass check, spanking him four times in the same spot before adding a second finger to his ass, stretching him, getting him ready for his massive cock. Conner was so close to coming from Brax’s acts of ownership, the spanks adding to the frenzy in his mind. Conner was a pain slut, and Brax knew just how to tease him.

  “That’s right, boy. Me. And I’m gonna take what’s mine.” When Brax removed his fingers, Conner whimpered again, this time at the loss. That didn’t last long as Brax lined his cock up to Conner’s quivering hole. He didn’t give any more notice before working the thick, spongy head in, pushing past the tight rings of muscles. Conner loved the slight pinch and burn at being penetrated. He moaned loudly at the feel. Grabbing hold of Conner’s hips in a grip that was sure to leave bruises, Brax began pounding into Conner’s hole at a brutal pace. Changing the angle slightly, Conner felt Brax’s cock brushing past his prostate with each stroke. It was too much. He was too worked up and after just a few strokes, Conner’s cock was about to blow.

  “Oh God, please, Sir, can I come, please? Oh God, oh god please, Sir,” he begged. He tried to hold back until he had permission, but wasn’t sure if he could. Brax slipped one arm under his chest and the other into his hair and lifted Conner’s torso off the bed without missing a stroke. Turning them slightly to face the door, he picked up the hardness and quickness of his pace. He took hold of Conner’s cock with the hand that was holding his chest, pumping in time with his thrusts.

  “Come for me, boy, come for your Master.” He then bit Conner hard on his mating mark where his neck met his shoulder. Conner shouted out as his balls emptied, exploding out of his cock into Brax’s hand and onto the floor. He heard Brax shouting his own release and felt the hot jets of cum in his ass. Sagging against Brax, Conner’s legs felt like jelly. Before he had a chance to catch his breath, Brax lifted him off the floor, his cock slipping out of his ass. Conner missed the feeling of being impaled on his Master’s cock, but it didn’t last long. Brax placed him back on the bed, flipping him onto his back. By the time Conner got his bearings, Brax had his legs bent at the knee and pushed wide apart. He entered him again in one smooth movement, burying himself to the hilt. He kept up the same speed of thrust as when they were standing up and it didn’t take Conner’s cock long to get hard again. He loved it when Brax was like this, staying hard and ready to go again as soon as he had come. Conner began panting and moaning as once again Brax started pressing against the little nub inside Conner. The orgasm was approaching fast and Conner could barely get enough oxygen into his lungs to talk let alone ask for permission to come. The pleasure was too much. “Shit!” he screamed as he came again in just a matter of moments. Shit I’m in trouble now. Brax looked down at the cum splattered over his stomach. When he raised his gaze to his face, Conner tried to make up for coming without permission.

  “I’m sorry, Master, I’m so sorry,” he panted as Brax kept up with the punishing thrusts.

  Brax didn’t say anything. He closed his eyes and groaned. Conner felt his hot cum filling him up once again.

  Brax collapsed on top of Conner, breathing heavily. They lay like that for a number of minutes, catching their breath and kissing each other’s necks and lips. Conner thought and prayed Brax would forget about him coming without permission, but as usual Brax didn’t forget anything Conner did that required punishment.

  “Don’t think I’m gonna forget about you coming without permission.”

  “Sadist,” Conner called him on a laugh.

  Chapter Four

  When Sarah’s brain came back online, she wished it would switch back off. Her head was pounding. She was sure there was a big brass band playing away in there. Her whole body ached. She felt like she had been hit by a truck. Then there was her feet. They were throbbing in time with her pulse.

  What the hell has happened to me?

  She tried to remember, but nothing was coming. She started panicking in her own mind. Had Anthony or her father found her? She didn’t dare open her eyes and find out if she was lying in one of their homes with them staring down at her. Just as she was trying to remember what state, never mind what city, she was in, voices talking close by registered. It was two females, one younger and one older. “I’m not saying you should stop seeing him. Sky, Adam’s a great guy, and when he fully matures I’m sure he will make sentinel one day. All I’m saying is tell Brax what’s going on between the two of you. It won’t be a pretty sight if he catches you in town kissing him or something. You know how protective he and Conner are about you and your sister. Just let him know you’re dating is all. Tell Conner first. He might be able to give you an idea on how to tell Brax in a way that won’t piss him off without you finishing your sentence, okay?”

  “Thanks, Kirstie, I will tell him, and soon. But there isn’t any real rush. Adam knows that there is no way I would ever go beyond second base until I’m fully matured, and he hasn’t pushed it. And anyway, there is no way I would bring anything like this up until Angel here wakes and he calms down. I understand how frustrated he is, but he is really starting to get on my nerves.”

  Both women laughed at this. Who’s Brax? Sarah thought. She was relieved not to hear Anthony’s or her father’s name. So where the hell was she? She knew it was time for her to risk opening her eyes, lights blinding her and pain be damned. She had to get up and earn some money to get back on the road.

  She opened her eyes. After they adjusted to the light, Sarah looked around. She was in a lovely lilac room with wood cupboard, bedside tables, writing desk and a wardrobe. Sitting on comfy-looking leather recliners in front of what looked like a log-effect fire were two women. The older one, who Sarah guessed to be Kirstie had a pixie-type brown haircut with bright red highlights. Sarah couldn’t see all her face from the angle, but what she did see she could tell the woman was stunning and heavily pregnant. The other woman, who must’ve been Sky, had long, straight hair, which was so blonde it looked white. Again Sarah thought, even from the angle she could see from, the girl was very pretty indeed, around eighteen. Just as the younger woman was about to talk again, she turned her head and looked at Sarah. When she saw Sarah was awake, she jumped up and came over to the side of the bed. “Oh my God, you’re awake. Hi, how are you? I’m Sky.” The other woman was slower to rise, coming over and rubbing her swollen belly.

  “Calm down, Sky,” she laughed. “Let the woman breathe. Hi, I’m Kirstie. Are you okay?”

  Sarah thought about lying, saying she was fine, but decided to go with the truth as she couldn’t be bothered pretending to be fine when she had to get up. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck,” she croaked. Her throat felt like she had swallowed razor blades.

  “I’m not surprised. You’ve had a rough few days. Sky? Why don’t you run down and get Doc up here. Don’t let Brax or Conner know she’s awake though. They would be up here and scare the poor woman off. Just say I need a hand with the antibiotic IV or something, okay?” she asked the blonde.

  “Yeah, sure, I’ll be right back.” She turned and headed out the door, closing it softly as she left.

  “I’ll just go get you a glass of water. I bet your mouth feels like crap and throat feels like it’s been rubbed with sandpaper.” Kirstie walked through another door in the room Sarah hadn’t noticed. What is this place? En suite bathrooms, doctor on call just down stairs, beautifully decorated bedroom, king-sized bed that felt like she was lying on a cloud? Private hospital? As she was trying to think of where she could be and what was wrong with her feet, the door opened and a tall, slim redhead walked in, followed by Sky. Again the woman was stunning, which made Sarah feel like a tramp. She had been living in her car the last few weeks and couldn’t remember the last time she washed her hair. That was when she noticed her own hair hanging over her shoulder. Shit, where’s my wig?

  The redhead made her way over to the bed, big smile on her face. “Hi, Angel, I’m Trish, the doctor that’s been looking after you. Everyone calls me Doc though. How do you feel? Can you remember what happened?”

  “I feel like I got hit by a truck. And who’s Angel? I can’t really remember much. Where am I?”

  “Sorry, hun, that’s what Brax started calling you when we found you. We didn’t know your real name. You’re just south of Denver, in a town called Blackwood Falls, on the base of the Rocky Mountains. You were found passed out on one of the roads leading into town. You were dehydrated when we found you. Your feet were a mess of blisters, some of which have gotten infected despite the antibiotics. They should be healing up in a day or so. We have been giving you fluids via IV.”

  While the Doc was talking, Kirstie returned with a glass of water. Sarah accepted it with a thanks and took a sip. Her lips cracked and stung, but the cold water in her mouth felt like heaven. Swallowing was so painful Sarah wondered if any of the women present would mind if she just spat the water back out.

  Sarah now understood why her head and body felt so bad. She had gotten dehydrated a few years ago and felt similar as she did now, only less so, a lot less. “Who’s Brax?” she asked, pleased her voice wasn’t as croaky, though still weak.

  “He’s the owner of this house and Sky’s brother. He wanted you to stay here when you were brought in, instead of the clinic. He wanted you to be more comfortable. I’m sure you will meet him soon enough. I’m just going to do a few checks if that’s okay? Just to check your vitals?”

  “Yeah, sure,” Sarah replied. For some reason, she couldn’t keep Brax’s name out of her mind. She wanted to meet the man and thank him for his kindness. Well that’s what she told herself.

  Twenty minutes later, all Doc’s checks were done. Thankfully Doc let her get the catheter taken out, but told her she still needed the fluid and antibiotics, so the IVs stayed in. She did, however, disconnect them for Sarah to go to the bathroom. Sky helped her to the toilet. Her feet hurt like hell, but she didn’t care. Once in the bathroom, she could wash her face and hopefully brush her hair and teeth. Sky returned when she heard the toilet flush. With her, she brought a new toothbrush, hairbrush, clean pjs, and thick, bright pink slipper-socks. She was grateful for the young woman’s help in getting washed and changed. She was too tired and aching to be bothered about modesty. After she felt a little more human, Sky helped her back to the bed, which Doc and an identical duplicate of Sky had just finished changing.

  Trish spoke as she helped Sarah into the bed. “Okay, you should be more comfortable now. I’m afraid it’s going to be a few days before you feel better, and in that time, you will be very tired. This is Zoë, Sky’s twin by the way.”

  Sarah smiled at the young women. Just as she got settled against the comfy pillows, Kirstie came back in the room with a cup in her hand. “Here’s a cup of tea, it might help your throat. There’s a couple of sugars in there as well, might give you a little energy. You’re going to need it. Brax is just getting changed and is heading on up to meet you.” Sarah accepted the sweet tea, taking a sip and sighing in relief. The hot liquid did help her throat.

  As Sarah was thanking all the women in the room, there was a knock at the door. It opened without invitation and Sarah’s heart almost stopped at the sight.

  Standing in the doorway was a god of a man. That’s the only way Sarah could describe him. He stood well over six foot, with a head of midnight-black hair, just long enough to curl at the ends. The only word that came to Sarah’s mind when she looked at his lips was kissable. His body—Wow—he was massive, wide shoulders that blocked most of the doorway, chest full of muscles that stretched his blue T-shirt slightly, just enough to draw the eye to them and make a person think about tracing the muscles with her tongue over them and down to what Sarah was sure was an eight-pack at least. His waist slimmed, drawing her eye down to his tree-trunks legs. She noticed a large bulge at his zipper and quickly looked up to make sure he hadn’t caught her staring. Bright, electric-blue eyes met hers and Sarah lost her breath. That’s what they are, she thought, breathtaking. He really is a god.

  “Hi,” he said, looking at her. He seemed unsure of what to say next. “I’m Brax Mason.”

  Sarah opened her mouth, hoping what came out wasn’t the mumbling that was running in her mind.

  “Hi, I’m…” Sarah was about to say her own name but paused. Even though she had an instinct she could trust these people, and her instincts were normally good, she couldn’t risk telling them the truth in case Anthony or her father were looking for her. “Lucy…Lucy Jones,” she continued, hoping they wouldn’t notice her pause. Brax raised an eyebrow at her. She knew he knew she was lying, but until she knew who these people were, she would keep the truth to herself.

  Never taking his eyes off her, he asked the others in the room to give them some privacy. They left, looking between Brax and Sarah.

  When they were alone, Sarah felt nervous all of a sudden, wishing she could have washed her hair and put some makeup on. “So, Lucy, whose purse were you carrying when you passed out? The driver’s license in the wallet says Sarah Jane Hadley, from Michigan. The photo on the license is the double of you, so I’m guessing it’s your twin maybe? Then I have to ask what you were doing wandering around on my land with your sister’s wallet and wearing a wig. And I’m guessing that was your Focus we found a few miles behind where we found you?”