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had windows all across its front
and a real country house feel to it, like if you opened the windows and sliding
doors the house would open to the outside. It had a blue color-bond roof and
white trim. It was beautiful.
    Angelica’s
car door opened, and Owen held his hand out for her. She let go of Stephan’s
hand and folded her arms over her chest. “Are you going to answer my
questions?”
    Neither
man said anything. Owen stood there with his hand held out. Growling, she got
out of the car, avoiding the hand Owen offered. Angelica could feel something
wasn’t right. Her body was responding to men she’d never considered before, not
to mention the two men she trusted had kidnapped her and weren’t answering her.
    “Stephan
and I live here, and now so do you.”
    Owen
pulled her close, and Angelica stared up at him ready to tear into him when his
eyes caught her in their gaze and her breath caught. God, when had Owen’s eyes
become so big? The baby blue was so intense, as he gazed down her with lust
clear in them, that she shivered.
    Clearing
her throat several times she croaked, “Um … no, I don’t. I don’t live here. You
don’t get to tell me where I live.” Feeling her sanity coming back to her
Angelica pushed on Owen’s solid muscular chest. He was big. He’d never seemed
so big to her before. She ran her hands over his chest, and his baby blues
flared with a desire that she could feel burning through the fabric of his
clothes.
    Owen’s
fingers traced her lips and stroked her cheek. “Sweetheart, you’re special to
us. You always have been. I, we, need you.” Owen’s hand dropped, and his mouth
replaced his fingers. His hands came around her waist, and he picked her up.
They walked through the front door, which she realized Stephan must have
opened, and down a hall. She closed her eyes as it got too hard to concentrate
on her surroundings. Owen’s hands unclipped her shoes, and they fell to the
floor. His hands then slid up her dress and cupped her bare arse.  
    Angelica
moaned as Owen’s fingers moved her j-string and probed her core. Opening her eyes
as a soft mattress met her back, she stared up at Owen. He looked different.
His eyes seemed to glow and change shape until she swore she looked at cat eyes.
She must have drunk way too much. His eyes captured her, and she stared,
helpless, until a naked Stephan pushed Owen away.
    Stephan’s
mocha colored skin was so dark it almost looked black. His muscles bulged as he
leaned over her. She glanced down his body and sighed. Stephan had the body
every woman dreamed a man to have, all toned and tight. Holy shit, her gaze
focused on the massive member pointing up towards her. Scared if she took her
eyes off his dick it would snake itself up her leg she gasped, “That isn’t
coming any closer to me. I don’t know what game you two are playing, but I’m
telling you now that will not fit.”
    “I
promise we’ll fit. You were made for me, for us.” Stephan’s fingers eased her
dress strap down, then her bra. Angelica’s phone, cash, and ID, fell on the
bed. He chuckled. “Good storage space is it, cupcake?” The name he’d called her
all her life brought a grin to her face, and she tore her gaze from the huge
member.
    “You
can’t call me cupcake now that I’ve seen you naked.”
    “Why not?”
    Angelica
shivered as his lips brushed feather light kisses over her neck and down her
chest. Stephan lifted her up, and Angelica felt Owen’s hands ease down her
dress and pull it off. Angelica tried to concentrate on her answer, but when
fingers hooked under her j-string and pulled it down all she could mumble was,
“because.”
    Stephan’s
chuckle this time had her coming alive with a burning need she’d never felt so
strongly before. Owen’s sank two fingers in her pussy and pumped them in and
out of her. Owen’s other hand rubbed circles around her clit. Angelica’s brain
became mush. All that she could think and feel was the blissful