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asked when he stopped.
                I
smiled wickedly and turned off the shower, “I want to ride that hard dick of
yours,” I said until one of us can’t walk the next day.”
                Luis
laughed. “Non-stop, that’s what you are…I should’ve known. Nat rarely sleeps.
Are you like that?”
                “Honey,”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the shower. So what if we were wet. I
laid down on the replica bed in my bedroom and open myself up to him. “Didn’t
you say you love to eat pussy?”
                Luis’
eyes narrowed with desire as he jumped onto me, his face buried between my
legs, his mouth and tongue fucking me like I was his last meal.
                “When
it comes to this, Luis, I’m insatiable. Nat nor anyone in my family knows, I’m
a sex addict. I can’t get enough, especially from hot young men like you.”
                “Oh
God, you are a man’s dream come true,” Luis grunted.
                And
this place, full of the most desirable virile healthy pussy-starved men; was
going to be my dream come true. If Nat insisted I had to stay here to be kept
safe, then I was going to enjoy myself thoroughly.
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
    Drew
     
     
                I knew Nat was in the hospital, and I should be
there with him, but Summer, my Summer had gone missing. At first I thought it
was because of Nat…that Summer got cold feet, but knew she wouldn’t leave all
of us hanging like that. She would at least leave a note. It’s been days, and
my top team at Donovan Dynamics are doing all they could to trace her, to find
anything on her.  The last they saw of her from a satellite feed was after she
visited Rachel for lunch. Then no trace.
    Gone.
Without a trace.
    Who
were we dealing with? Some kind of damn ghost? But even ghosts leave trails. 
All I can do is have my team work on this while I go and try to retrace
Summer’s steps and hope that Nat will wake up soon. As much as I hate to admit
this, I needed Nat this time, to help locate Summer. He would know who has her,
and what kind of crazy we are up against.
                I
know Summer’s been in trouble before, and I’ve always felt a connection to her
that was unexplainable whenever she needed me. 
                I
don’t know if it was some kind of soulmate connection or psychic connection or
whatever, but for some reason, whenever she was in trouble, I had a knack of
finding her just in time.  I pray to God, I would get that vibe right now.  I
needed it now, to know she was okay, that she wasn’t hurt by some crazy maniacal
asshole. 
                I
needed to see her, to touch her, to feel her. 
                I
missed her so much.
                My
poor Summer.
                I
swear whoever has her better be prepared to answer to me when I find them and
make them pay.
                First
you try to kill my brother, sending him to the hospital, rendering him useless
when I needed him to help find Summer, and now you’ve taken the only reason I’ve
kept sane all these years. Summer was my natural antidote for that darkness I
would fall into, that Nat and everyone else thought was depressions and mental
illness.
                Yes,
I took my medication on and off, but mostly in the last ten years since Summer
has been with me, been mine, made me the happiest man, no heck, person alive; I
didn’t need it. She was my sunshine, my cure for the darkness.
                “Any
news, yet?” I asked Thompson, the head of “Discovery” as we called “Tracking”
here.
                “No,
I’m sorry,” Thompson said. “Whoever has her knew how to keep her out of the
radar, literally, and figuratively. She must have been kept in some kind of
internet, cable, and phone-free environment.  Our best hackers can’t even hack
into