Raines, Elizabeth - Wanted [Wicked Missions 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (4 page)

Callie tried to act nonchalant, failing miserably as her voice took on a husky tone. “So? What exactly are we going to talk about?”

They never replied, simply led her to the bedroom. She dug in her heels, refusing to even consider ending up in bed until they’d talked. As the men went across the room, she leaned back against the door right after it slid shut. Then she fired the first shot in the battle for control. “We have to go back to Bromond.”

Both men shook their heads.

“We’re heading to Rozale,” Hammond said.

“What about the girls in my hospital?” Callie tried to use an intimidating stare, but Hammond and Spencer didn’t appear to be the type of men who intimidated easily
. If at all.
“I can’t just abandon them. Can’t you spare some of that Ampirica? Please? I mean, can’t you just…steal more?”

“It’s not that easy,” Spencer replied, raking his fingers through his hair before putting his hands on his hips. “Look, Callie. We need to be honest with you.”

She decided to save him the trouble of a confession. “I already know you smuggle drugs. That’s why I tried to rob you. I figured those drugs would be put to better use for my girls. I really wouldn’t have hurt you. My pistol was set on stun.”

“So you’ve made up your mind,” Spencer said, the irritation plain in his voice, “that all we are is a couple of drug smugglers. No more, no less. Just a couple of criminals.”

“Well…yeah.” Realizing from their fierce frowns that she’d insulted them with that quick judgment, she tried to soften not only her words but her judgmental nature. “I don’t condemn you for it—my sister works with lots of black market people on Rozale. It’s a profitable…um…business.” Their frowns didn’t ease. “Look, it’s not like you’re shipping heroin or meth or patrile or nasty stuff like that. You’re just smuggling things like Ampirica that are impossible to anywhere get except on the black market.”

“We’re really not drug smugglers.” Hammond cast a furtive glance at Spencer. She caught the quick shake of Spencer’s head. “More like…middlemen.”

“Middlemen?”

Spencer was the one to clarify. “We don’t
steal
the medicines. We
fence
them. The people who obtain the drugs get them to us. We get them to the guys who’ll pay the most for ’em.”

Like she’d ever point out to them that bringing the drugs on the planet
was
smuggling, even if you hadn’t stolen them. If it made them feel better to think of themselves as middlemen, fine with her.

Then she focused a little more on what he’d really said, remembering the exchange back on the docking platform. At the time, her pain had been so intense, everything was sort of hazy. “Back on Bromond, you got the money, but you didn’t give Carlos the drugs. That means you’ve still got the antibiotics, don’t you?”

Spencer chuckled. “Like we’d hand him that Ampirica after he had his goons try to kill us.”

Callie waited for the men to see the same golden opportunity she did. Since neither said anything, she decided to spell it out for them. “So you can give the money to your source—”

“After we take our cut,” Spencer added.

“—but you don’t have to give Carlos the Ampirica now. Right?”

A frown crossed Hammond’s face, and she wasn’t sure what to make of that reaction. “Technically, no. Although Carlos will want us both dead since we let you shoot off his nose and then left without dumping the boxes on the tarmac. Why?”

Rolling her eyes, she tried not to sigh in frustration. They were clearly too dense to follow her train of thought. “Turn around and go back to Bromond. Give the medicine to my hospital. We’ll put it to good use.”

When both men started shaking their heads, Callie’s temper erupted like a volcano. Didn’t they realize what was at stake? “Why the hell not?”

“That’s not how it’s done, baby.” Spencer’s grin was so male and so fucking arrogant, she grabbed the first thing she saw and threw it at him. He easily dodged the hairbrush, letting it bounce off the wall to land on the floor.

“Those children will die without that Ampirica! How can you be so unfeeling?” Then she thought she understood. “Are you afraid to go back to Bromond? Is that the problem?”

“This isn’t about us being afraid to go to Bromond,” Spencer countered. “It’s about you. If
you
go back to Bromond, you’ll die.”

“Die? How?”

“Carlos Pontierri is one of the biggest mob leaders in the sector. He takes a contract out on you, and you’re as good as dead. He’s well known for getting rid of all witnesses.”

“You shot him, wildcat,” Hammond added. “In the face. He’ll want you gutted. Slowly.”

Spencer cocked his head, clearly confused by her lack of reaction. “Doesn’t that worry you at all?”

Callie shrugged. Being a nurse wasn’t supposed to be a dangerous profession. She’d chosen that job because she wanted to help people, especially those who needed her the most. But here she was, zooming around the cosmos on a ship with two drug smugglers, and she had some criminal kingpin wanting her head on a platter simply because she knew what he looked like and had gotten off a lucky shot. His nose could be fixed without too much trouble.
Hell, ugly as he was, he might look better now.

None of it mattered if she could save the lives of those little girls. Hammond and Spencer had no idea the lengths she would go to for those innocents if it meant they could be saved from the plague. Shit, she’d already tried robbery, although she’d justified that action by telling herself she was technically robbing criminals. Two negatives made a positive in the end.
Right?

Hammond strode to stand in front of her and grabbed her hands, holding them firm when she tried to pull them out of his grasp. Towering over her, he stared down into her eyes. All the thoughts she’d held in her mind scattered like pieces of litter in a gusty wind.

Hammond wanted her.

What was even worse…she wanted him every bit as badly.

Needing to know if this was a trap set for two or three, she dragged her gaze away to find Spencer’s eyes. The lust she found there washed over her like a tsunami. Already blinded with the desire she felt from Hammond and her own sexual need, Callie knew she was powerless to fight this kind of attraction.

The number would be three.

“Are you two lovers?” she blurted out, trying to keep grasp of at least some logical thought.

Hammond tugged her hard, forcing her to press against him as he back stepped to the middle of the room. Wrapping his arms around her, he flattened her breasts against his chest. Her nipples hardened through her thin tank top, and she whimpered, wishing she had more self-control. If only she could act aloof or uninterested. If only she could pretend that these men didn’t make her blood run hot. If only she could make them believe she was cold to them.

Spencer was suddenly behind her, his warm—and now bare—chest rubbing against her back as his big hands settled on her shoulders. His palms stroked her skin, sending shivers racing down her spine and heat pooling between her thighs. “Would it matter to you if we were?” he whispered. His tongue traced the lines of her ear, and she began to tremble.

Quite a question—did it matter?

Callie tried to think, searching her mind for a reason not to fall into bed with these men. Knowing they might be lovers should have cooled her ardor.
Shouldn’t it?
She’d known of couples who became trios and were deliriously happy. Her sister’s best friend was married to two men who’d been a couple years before they met her. And they were living a perfect life together.

An image flashed through Callie’s hormone-addled mind. Spencer and Hammond in an embrace, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss, tongues mating as hands caressed hard, muscular bodies. She closed her eyes and whimpered again, squirming her hips first forward against Hammond’s cock, then back against the hard length of Spencer’s erection. “No,” she finally admitted when she was able to banish the image and open her eyes.

“No what?” Hammond asked before he kissed her forehead, her nose, and each cheek.

She could barely form a coherent thought. “No, it doesn’t matter if you’re lovers.”

“Does that no also mean yes?” Spencer asked as he lifted her hair, draped it across her shoulder, and then nibbled a sensitive spot on her neck.

Her pussy clenched before fluid rushed out. Tilting her head to give him a better angle, she hummed her approval, ready to abandon the last of her sanity.

How far she’d fallen from what she’d always been! A talented nurse who’d devoted her life to helping others. Someone people seemed to respect. A law-abiding citizen.

Now, she was someone who’d tried to hijack stolen drugs, albeit for a good reason. She was someone who was in the company of drug smugglers. And worse, she was about to take those two criminals as lovers.

Tears spilled over her lashes when Callie finally admitted to herself what bothered her the most. The men had to assume that she was receptive to their sexual advances because of the Ampirica, that she was trading herself for the medicine. “You think I’m a whore,” she whispered.

Hammond’s spine straightened so fast, she was amazed she didn’t hear it snap. “What did you say?”

She sniffled and shook her head as more tears streamed down her cheeks. He smoothed them away with his thumbs, making her shake her head harder to get away from his touch. Trapping her face in his hands, he held her still and stared into her eyes. “What did you just say?” he demanded.

“You think I’m a whore,” she whispered again.

“Why would you say something like that?” Spencer said against her ear, the touch of his warm breath sending more moisture to her cunt.

“Because I want to sleep with you—with both of you—and I want you to take that Ampirica to my hospital.” She didn’t want to look either of them in the eye. “I’m not bartering my body for that…I…”

“Oh, baby…” Spencer wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly against his hard body. “You think that’s why we want you?”

Callie pressed her forehead against Hammond’s chest, nodding.

“We’d never ask that of you.” Hammond’s voice made his chest rumble. “This…attraction the three of us feel for each other has nothing to do with those medicines.”

“Nothing whatsoever,” Spencer added. “Besides, we didn’t promise to take that Ampirica to Bromond. We didn’t promise you anything.
This
is something entirely different.”

Although she knew she was taking a coward’s approach, Callie kept her face pressed against Hammond’s chest and gave her head a shake. “It’s not…different.”

Cupping her chin, he forced her to look up at him. “Listen, wildcat, and listen well.” His voice was gruff with emotion. “I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“You did?” She searched his eyes, hoping to see the sincerity she so desperately needed. “But I had a gun aimed at your back.”

His chuckle filled the air. “I meant after I pulled the veil from your face.” Hammond tangled his fingers through her hair. “When I saw how incredibly beautiful you are.”

Spencer took the hem of her shirt and began to ease it up. She couldn’t dredge up the will to stop him. “You wanted us too, didn’t you, baby?”

Since her whole body was reacting, trying to get closer to them, so close she could smell their wonderful scents and let their skin touch hers, they’d know if she tried to lie. “Yes.”

Hammond’s lips brushed over hers. Once. Twice. “Yes what, wildcat?”

“Yes, I wanted you. Both of you.” Callie’s cheeks flushed hot, but she refused to look away. Shyness and embarrassment had no place in this kind of union. These men were being honest about their feelings. She owed them no less. “I want you now.”

Scooping her into his arms, Hammond carried her to the bed, Spencer right on his heels. “Then we’re yours,” Hammond said before he set her on the bed.

Chapter 4

Spencer couldn’t believe how easily Callie had agreed, but he wasn’t one to question good luck. He’d had a hard-on from the moment he’d first touched her, but he’d barely dared to hope she might consider making love with them.

She was such an enigma, and he found himself a bit in awe of her. What type of woman would have the balls to try to steal smuggled medicines from him and Hammond? Perhaps Callie simply hadn’t heard of their reputation for being a couple of ruthless bastards, a status the pair had forged quickly in their attempts to work their way up the ranks to be able to deal with men like Carlos Pontierri. Or perhaps she was just so desperate to save some suffering children that she hadn’t thought through the consequences or worried about all the atrocious things that might have happened to her.