Free Deviant: Calla & Jason/Three's a Company/Final Terms: Steamy Romantic Suspense Serial Boxed Set by Rowena Page B

us, and there are gutted floorboards off to the side of us and ahead of us, and an aged, broken wooden crate to our left. I notice a few scattered empty bottles all around the area, and I think I see a rat scurry along about twenty feet away from us.
    It is clear that we have been dropped off in some old abandoned warehouse, and for a brief, crazy moment, I miss the clean, cozy quarters we’d been held in.
    Then I feel silly for momentarily thinking we might wake up in one of our apartments, probably one of the dumbest places a kidnapper could take us—a place where someone is most likely to look for us, and where the kidnapper could possibly leave evidence behind or be witnessed leaving from.
    Not that I’m convinced a search party has been out for us or anything—even though it feels like over a week, we’ve only been gone for, what…three days? Four?
    Either way, I certainly don’t have anyone expecting to hear from me daily, and for Calla and Jason, the one person who would have expected to be kept up-to-date on their whereabouts happened to be right there in that room with them.
    Again, I feel a bittersweet sort of sentiment for the strange vault.
    How could I really be upset by what happened there? Seriously? How could I be mad at any situation that has me together with Calla? And how on earth could I ever regret getting the chance to make love to her? To have her slender arms around me, her soft skin against mine, her sweet voice saying, “Fuck you, Voice?”
    Calla means everything to me, and I don’t know if the guy behind all of this knew how I felt about her or what, but I can’t help but be a little grateful to him. Maybe even a lot.
    Sure, I could have done without having a threesome involving my best friend, but still, even that gave me the chance to be with Calla again, to plunge inside her tight, wet cunt as she moaned and panted in delight.
    I watched the exquisite Calla come undone over and over again, pulsing with pleasure, exploding in ecstasy, her beautiful face and body above mine.
    Though Scott was behind her in the end, it didn’t take much to block him out and focus on Calla’s sweet petal mouth open as she breathed hard, her perky tits jiggling from the forces slamming into her, her feminine voice escaping her slender throat in guttural, primal groans.
    What that kidnapper did for me was, in its sick way, exactly what I needed.
    Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic to have my freedom again, but I can’t help but lament the fact that my time alone with Calla, sealed up in that cozy room, has definitively come to an end.
    Still, I haven’t given up hope that being there with me changed her mind about a few important things; there’s no way she can deny the connection between us.
    I suddenly hear a light moan and realize Calla is coming to nearby, Scott still out cold right next to her.
    “Where the hell are we?” she asks, animating quickly as she groggily sits up.
    Her eyes search the large, dusty space.
    I imagine she is going through the exact thought process I had as she takes in the details.
    Yes, Calla, we are in a different location, and no, you don’t recognize this new place.
    She turns and tries to rouse Scott, shaking him a little.
    “Let him wake naturally,” I suggest. “I’m sure he won’t be far behind.”
    I want to take the precious few moments Calla and I have left alone to talk to her, but I also need to get my bearings and find some kind of clue about how far away we are from home.
    “I’ll be right back,” I say, getting up.
    “Where are you going?”
    The expression in her eyes makes my chest tighten—I have never seen such alarm on her face on account of me before, and I’m warmed that she cares, and so openly.
    “We need to figure out where we are, so I’m just going to take a look around outside, and make sure that door can even open. Be right back.”
    I can feel her eyes on my back as I go and can’t help but smile.

    I don’t recognize