Hunting Evil by Carol Lynne

pussy almost immediately as she went to work on Vince’s zipper. “I’ll feel much better going in if I know the two of you will take care of each other if something happens to me.”
    Lauren gasped as York’s fingers fucked in and out of her.
    Thrusting into Vince’s hand, York leaned over and gave Lauren a lapping kiss before moving to stare into Vince’s eyes. “Give in to your natural instincts.”
    Lauren jerked Vince’s cock as the two men slowly explored each other’s mouths. Fuck. She’d known Vince and York would be damn hot together, but she’d totally underestimated her reaction to it. Their unbridled passion as they continued kissing set her off even more than the fingers inside her pussy. She came, panting both their names.
    Vince broke the kiss just as his cock erupted, spewing cum over Lauren’s hand and on the sleeve of her jacket.
    Perfect , Lauren thought when York cried out his release. She reached down and gathered cum from both men in her hand before licking it clean. She wanted Armand to smell both men on her, to prove to him that what he’d done to her hadn’t broken her.
    “Are you happy now?” Vince asked before kissing her.
    Pulling back, Lauren nodded, turned to York and kissed him before answering. “Very.”
    Vince and York stared at each other for several moments before coming to some kind of unspoken agreement. They both nodded before righting their clothes.
    The rest of the ride was executed in complete silence, each of them contemplating what had just happened.
    York parked his four-wheel-drive truck while Lauren checked the syringe tucked under her sleeve.
    “This is it,” he declared.
    Lauren glanced up to see the truck surrounded by a heavily wooded outcropping. The plan was for her to appear to be alone, and if she knew Armand, he’d be watching for her. Picking up the tranquilizer gun and flashlight from her pack, she took a deep breath. “I’m ready.”
    Vince opened the door and helped her out. “Kill the sonofabitch.”
    “I plan to.” Her mind on the mission in front of her, Lauren brushed Vince’s hand with her fingers. “See you soon.”
    As she walked toward the rocky outcrop, she concentrated on her surroundings. The gun in her hand would be easy for Armand to spot. She knew he’d try to come at her from the side or back like the predator he was.
    Fine , that was the plan. He’d know she wouldn’t go up against him unarmed. Let him think she was stupid enough to carry her weapon in plain sight.
    The farther into the park she walked, the quieter her surroundings. Realizing the beam from her flashlight would do more harm than good, she set it at the base of the hill. She scanned the rocky surface as she began to climb. Keeping her eyes open, she gripped the gun, ready to use it at a moment’s notice.
    With each step, she remembered the events of her past. There were years of playing house with Armand. April Lauren Dubois had thought her daddy hung the moon. Little had she known Armand was training her to take over where her mother had left off.
    The older she’d become, the more she’d begun to question his lessons. Armand would reprimand her, sometimes viciously, for asking if other girls played those games with their daddies.
    A loose stone in her path caused Lauren to slide down a few feet, bringing her out of her past. She shook off the depressing memories as she wiped the sweat from her forehead.
    After the attack, she’d been sent to a foster home. There, for the first time, Lauren had observed adults interacting with children in a parental fashion. She’d been amazed and had spent hours watching and learning. What would her life have been like if her mother had lived? Would Armand have gone insane, or would he have become the All-American dad?
    The unmistakable scream of a mountain lion came from her left a split second before she was knocked off her feet. She felt the thud to her skull as she landed against a pile of stones. The tranquilizer