Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 65: Boom!

-Jacey-

I rested my head on Caleb’s shoulder as we drove away from the cabin. Masterson sat in the front seat with the driver, one of his goons. We were in the back with the other goon.

“How stupid did you have to be to think you could escape me?” Masterson chortled.

“Pretty stupid,” Caleb replied flatly.

“Indeed. And you didn’t even jump states! Fools,” Masterson went on, still laughing to himself.

The goon sitting just in front of us in the Escalade turned and grinned at us, enjoying Masterson’s little victory party. He also gave me the slow once-over, which I did not appreciate.

Caleb punched him in the nose. “Eyes ahead, buddy.”

As his nose gushed blood, the goon reached for his gun, but Masterson stopped him with a delicate clearing of his throat. “Hunter, that’s really not appropriate. And if you want to keep your eyes where they are, I’d suggest you keep them off my property.”

Hunter grunted, but put his gun away.

“And Caleb, you really do need to work on that temper of yours,” Masterson said, but grinned while he was saying it.

“I don’t have a temper,” Caleb seethed. “Except when it comes to Jacey. And you.”

“And your stepfather, I would assume,” Masterson replied.

Caleb ground his teeth. “And Hank.”

“I’m honored to have made it above him on your list,” Masterson chuckled. “It gives me a warm, gooey feeling inside.”

“There’s nothing warm and gooey inside you,” Caleb said.

Masterson inclined his head. “Fair point.”

Hunter watched us in the rearview mirror, now that Masterson had told him to face front. Masterson himself didn’t bother to hide his regard, but because he was two seats ahead of us, Caleb couldn’t do anything to him.

Which, I assumed, was the point.

“You sure know how to pick them, Caleb,” he drawled, staring at me in a way that made me very uncomfortable. “Just when I think she’s just your glorified fucktoy, she jumps out a broken window in the middle of a fire and rappels down the side of a building. Courageous little thing.”

“She’s not going to be one of your interns, Masterson, so whatever sick thoughts you’re having right now, you can just forget them,” Caleb said.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck her eventually. And I’m going to make you watch,” he smirked.

“Fat chance.” Caleb scowled at Masterson.

My throat had closed with fear, and I dug my nails into Caleb’s thigh when Masterson pulled out a gun and aimed it right at us.

“Maybe we should find an obliging rest stop and get it over with,” he said. “In fact, let’s.”

The driver nodded, and we veered off the highway at the next blue sign.

As soon as the Escalade rolled to a stop, Caleb unbuckled and launched himself at Masterson.

Hunter, however, was faster and gripped Caleb by the throat. “Whoa there, Mr. Death-Wish. The boss wants you to watch him fuck your girl. You’re going to watch him fuck your girl.”

“We’ll take turns,” Masterson added evilly. “You can have my sloppy seconds.”

I made a little “eep” sound in my throat, but I could also see Hunter squeezing Caleb’s neck tighter and tighter. “Okay,” I whispered. “I’ll do it. Just leave him alone.”

“Granted,” Masterson replied as though I’d made a wish to a genie. “Get in the back. Hunter, put the seats down.”

Caleb struggled harder when I climbed over the back seat and waited for Masterson to come to me. He circled the Escalade and opened the back hatch, crawling inside.

While Hunter held Caleb, the driver came to a side door and lowered the back seat, giving Masterson and me more room.

“Now, let me see those luscious breasts of yours,” Masterson said.

My eyes welling with tears, I took off my shirt and bra.

He stared lasciviously at my breasts. “So nice. Caleb, you’ve been keeping her all to yourself all this time? Selfish of you.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks as Masterson opened his pants.

Caleb kicked out, trying to hit Masterson, but failing. He gurgled when Hunter squeezed even harder.

I watched as Masterson slowly stroked himself. He was drawing this out, enjoying Caleb’s and my pain.

“Touch it,” Masterson ordered me, offering me his cock.

My hand shook as I reached out.

The car rocked with a sudden explosion, flames shooting up next to the passenger side of the Escalade.

Masterson fell back and smacked his head on the window hard enough to draw blood. He groaned.

Another explosion had Hunter letting go of Caleb and reaching for his gun. Caleb scrambled over to me and threw himself over me, protecting me with his body, and the Escalade kept rocking with explosions outside.

There was a tiny pinging sound, and then Hunter was dead, draped over the seat with a bullet hole in his head.

Then the back hatch was wrenched open, and a man in black with a ski mask on beckoned to Caleb and me. “Let’s get the fuck out of here!”

We had no idea who our rescuer was, but anything beat fucking Masterson, so Caleb yanked me out of the Escalade, and we ran after the man in black.

A black Jeep skidded to a stop in front of us, and the man in black shoved us into the back, another man dressed just like him behind the wheel.

Caleb pulled off his shirt and jammed it onto me as the Jeep skidded away from the burning scene.

“Think Masterson will die?” he asked our rescuers. “Is the Escalade going to blow up?”

“I certainly hope not,” the man who’d saved us said.

“Why? Because you’re the good guys?” I asked, remembering what Darren had once said.

He snorted. “No. Because it will be harder to ransom you to him if he dies.”

Caleb paled, and I gripped his arm.

“Don’t look so surprised,” the man who rescued us laughed. “And don’t be scared. We don’t want to get any scratches on the merchandise. Besides, maybe the Feds will pay more.”

“We’re going to be in some sort of bidding war?” Caleb asked.

He nodded. “Online auction. There are a lot of parties interested in you, and we thought we might as well take advantage.”

“Who exactly?” Caleb responded, frowning.

“Eh, FBI, CIA, the alphabet agencies, you know. Masterson. Masterson’s enemies. Masterson’s friends,” he ticked them off on his fingers. “Let’s just say you two are hot commodities.”

“And when is this auction?” Caleb asked.

“In a week,” he replied. “Gotta get it all set up and get the word out, you know.”

Caleb put an arm around me. “What hellhole are we staying in?”

“Just a room with live camera feed. Have to be able to showcase the merchandise,” the man said. “You’ll have food, water, and access to a bathroom. Mattress on the floor. It’s not the Hilton, but you won’t die.”

“Comforting,” Caleb muttered.

He turned back to look at us. “Now, I know you two are famous for causing trouble. I’d suggest you don’t. My friend here is a crack shot, and let me tell you right now, if we don’t get to sell you, nobody does, if you catch my meaning.”

My mouth went dry. There was nothing in those dead eyes. No mercy. No remorse. Nothing.

“Understood,” Caleb said.

“Good.” He faced the front again.

The Jeep descended into silence. I gripped Caleb’s hand for dear life as we went down the highway, then off-roading into the woods.

We were bounced all around but finally ended up at a carport that was covered with camouflage fabric. Our captors escorted us out of the Jeep with little fanfare. Caleb and I both wanted to live, after all, and I’d seen how accurate these two could be with a gun.

The two men brought us to a hatch about a mile away that was covered in more camouflage fabric. The driver opened it and gestured for us to go down without speaking a word. Come to think of it, he hadn’t said one thing since we’d been captured.

Motion-sensing LED lights went on once we got into the bunker. I looked up to see if our captors would follow us but blinked in surprise as one of them waved to us, then closed the hatch.

Caleb and I were alone.

We listened to the hatch lock into place, then nothing, not even their footsteps.

It occurred to me that the bunker was probably soundproofed.

“Soundproofed,” Caleb grunted my thought aloud.

I nodded.

“Well, it’s not going to work, but might as well try,” he sighed and climbed the ladder to the hatch. He wrenched at the handle, putting his bare shoulder against the hatch, but it didn’t so much as twitch.

He descended the ladder and hugged me. “I hope the FBI has deep pockets,” he murmured.

Despair choked me, and I buried my face in Caleb’s naked shoulder. “Masterson will buy us. Or some other very bad organization. And if the FBI does manage to buy us back, then what? Darren’s gone. He thought he’d gotten us to safety, but he was wrong. This just keeps happening to us.”

Caleb rubbed my back. “We can’t give up, Jacey.” He nestled his chin in my hair.

“I don’t want to give up, but I don’t know how this ends,” I all but wailed. I was afraid I was about to give into hysterics and gripped his waist.

“It ends with us going to school and having beautiful little babies who look just like you,” he said, but I doubted his confidence. Caleb kissed my hair. “Regardless, we’re together.”

I nodded. That much was true. “I hope they’re selling us as a package deal. I don’t want us to be apart in all this.”

He grimaced. “I hope so, too.”

I pulled away from him and stripped off my shirt, eyeing the tiny shower in the corner of the bunker.

“What’s wrong?” Caleb asked me.

“I need to wash him off me.” I shuddered. “I need his touch to go away.”

He nodded and helped me out of my pants and panties. Then he took off his own.

“Is there room enough in there for both of us?” I asked, looking doubtfully at the shower.

“We’ll make it work.” He kissed me and backed me to the shower.

I was glad for his body heat because when we turned on the shower, it was cold. No amount of adjusting would make it warm up, either.

My teeth chatter, but I put Caleb’s hand on the breast Masterson had touched. “Make him go away,” I begged.

Caleb did more than that. He pushed me back against the shower wall, his shoulders almost too wide for the space. I felt his cock push into me as he rubbed my breasts possessively.

“Yes, Caleb, yes,” I moaned, widening my legs as far as they would go in the tiny space. “Take me.”

“I fucking am,” he growled, bouncing me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist. “I am fucking taking what’s mine.”

I laugh breathlessly. “Marking your territory?”

“That’s right,” Caleb grunted. He had me hard and fast but still managed to force two orgasms out of my body before he came himself.

We panted, leaning against the shower wall and each other.

Then Caleb pulled out gently and cupped my sex with his hand. “Who does this belong to?”

“You,” I said without hesitation.

“That’s right.” He then grabbed his cock. “Who does this belong to?”

“Me,” I smile tiredly.

“Good. Now that’s settled. Should we try to find something to eat before I take you over there on that mattress?” he asked.

I blushed. “In front of all those people who want to buy us?”

“Hell yes. I want them to know that they will keep their grubby hands off you,” Caleb decided.

I stroked his cheek. “Yes.”

“Is that a ‘yes’ to food or a ‘yes’ to me claiming every part of your body?” he asked.

“Both. Any. All.” I looped my arms around his neck and kissed him. “I love you.”

Caleb smiled and kissed me back. “I love you, too.”