by Terry Towers
Brock stood and extended his hand to me. “Come on. The truck is loaded and we’re ready to go. We’ll give you a few minutes to get yourself arranged and then we’ll head out; it’s going to take a long time to get to town.”
Accepting his help, I stood and took a second to get my feet under me before releasing his hand. “Okay, I’ll just be a minute.”
Leaning down he gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room, closing the door behind me.
It took longer than anticipated to get ready. My body was sore and I kept getting bouts of dizziness, but I eventually accomplished the task. Opening the door, I found my men ready and waiting for me.
“We packed you breakfast and a thermos of hot cocoa.” Tyler said, holding up a thermos and a bag that smelled like toasted blueberry bagels.
“Thank you.” After getting bundled up, I accepted the thermos and was grateful that the guys had been considerate enough to think about breakfast for me.
“The bagels should help settle your stomach.”
I nodded. I had a sinking feeling that this was going to be a very, very long day.
~*~ TT ~*~
Tyler
“And that’s that happened, Sheriff.” I sat back in the chair. I was the final of the three of us to give a statement. The bodies had already been retrieved from the back of the truck and it appeared that we were almost done at the station. It had taken hours to get back to town, but at least the initial path had been made, to our cabin at least. There was much more work to be done to make those roads passable.
“Wow. That’s some ordeal you three had to go through.” The balding sheriff, who I believed to be in his late-fifties, leaned back in his chair and let out a low whistle, steepling his hands before him.
“We’re just lucky to have gotten through it without any causalities,” Brock stated.
The sheriff focused on Genevieve. “You don’t look like you faired very well, young lady.”
Genevieve gave him a tight smile. “I survived. I wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for Brock and Tyler. Who knows what would have happened if it wasn’t for them?” She looked at Brock and then at me. There was a gleam in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before when her gazed locked with mine and it warmed me to my very soul.
“I really hope that what happened out there won’t tarnish your view of our beautiful town. It’s normally not as chaotic as this.” The sheriff said, gracing her with a smile.
“I would never blame the storm or a couple of psychopaths on the town. It was just a bad sequence of events.”
“Indeed it was.” The sheriff agreed.
I observed as Genevieve chatted with the sheriff, trying to not be too obvious about watching her. She was such a strong, brave woman. She was warrior, trying to go for the gun when they broke in and if it wasn’t for her, we might have all ended up dead. And to top it all off, she had such a head on her shoulders. I’d never met anyone like her.
And she was going to be moving on soon enough; she’d been flying through the chapters of the book she was working on from the moment she moved in with us. The cabin wouldn’t be the same without her.
“Tyler? Hey…” Genevieve gave my arm a shake, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Yes, babe.” As soon as the “babe” came out I cringed, and when I noticed the raised eyebrow of the sheriff I cringed a second time. “I mean…Yes?”
“Is there anything else we need to cover?” she asked.
I didn’t have a fucking clue. Who knew how long I’d dazed out on them. “Nah. Nothing. It’s been a long day. Getting home would be wonderful.”
“Alright then.” The sheriff clapped his knees and stood. “Seems to be we have everything we need here.”
The three of us followed suit, standing and getting the hand shaking formality out of the way.
“Unfortunately, the blizzard has taken a toll on the town, but there are a few places with generators that are still open and crews are out in full force trying to get some order back.” The sheriff came around the desk to escort us out. “If the prison has any questions, we may need to call you back into town.”
“That won’t be a problem.” Brock confirmed.
“Hopefully within the next few days we can get everything up and running.” The sheriff walked to his office door and opened it for us. “Yes, indeed, we have outside help getting the cell phone towers repaired and all that stuff. I don’t know much about it, but I hear it’ll be all up and running in a couple of days. The worst is over now.”
“Yes.” Placing a hand at the small of Genevieve’s back, I ushered her out of the room, with Brock and the Sheriff in tow. “Thank you again.”
Leaving the station, we were greeted by the chill of the winter air and a flurry of service trucks and people attempting to get their lives back in order. “I’m not too sure about you two, but I’m famished. How about we see if the diner is open before heading back?
Genevieve looked up at me and grimaced.
“What’s wrong?”
She pointed to her face. “They’ll think you two beat me up, not that you are heroes that rescued me from a sadistic set of killers.
I looked over her head at Brock, who was on the other side of her, to find him grinning as a sense of pride welled up in me. I wasn’t a hero, at least I didn’t feel like it, but it felt good to have her think of us that way regardless. Slipping an arm over her shoulders, I pulled her tight to my side and kissed the top of her head. “You do have a point, but I think we’ll chance it.”
Chapter 17
Genevieve
“Good news sweetheart, the hot water is working and we’re good to go for showers.” Brock announced, peeking his head into the bedroom where I was attempting to work.
The words for my novel were coming along, just not as quickly as before. It was a combination of me feeing disgusting from the previous night’s events and having an extreme need to scrub it all away and the fact that I couldn’t keep flashes of the two fugitives—both dead and alive from entering my mind.
“Hey! You. Sexy lady. If you don’t grab that shower first, I will.”
Saving my work, I looked up at Brock and smiled. He and Tyler really were the perfect muses. They were everything I tried to encompass in the heroes of my books, the types of men that women drooled over, and made them dream of having for themselves.
The kind of men that I wanted for myself if I were to be completely honest, but I never dreamed really existed…
Jesus, what’s wrong with me? I gave my head a shake. It was no use thinking that way. I barely knew them. Only a temporary thing. My novel was coming along at an astounding speed. I might have another week of work and it would be complete and this fairy-tale would end.
“What’s the matter?” Brock asked, concern in his expression as he took a step into the room.
“Nothing.” Standing, I gave him a quick hug as I walked past him and headed for the bathroom. As I approached the bathroom, I could hear the shower already going. “Aww, you already had it started for me, that’s sweet.” I looked over my shoulder at him as I entered the room.
Entering the bathroom, I paused as I looked in the shower and realized that Tyler had already taken over. Little bugger. Though damn, seeing his sexy body naked with water glistening as it dripped down his torso kick-started my arousal.
I was hit with indecision: should I wait for him to be done or see how many of us could fit into that shower? It had been such an exhausting twenty-four hours, the last thing either of the men would be interested in would be having naked fun. Besides, my face was purple and swollen, it looked like I’d been in a MMA fight. I was hardly a sexy sight. Perhaps in a few days…
Turning, I inhaled sharply to see that Brock had already undressed and was standing before me, his beautiful body naked, his clothing in a pile at his feet. Before I could say a word, he bent and began running a string of kisses down the length of my neck and to my shoulder.
A low moan escaped p
ast my lips as he leaned down and I stared up at him. “The shower is occupied.”
“It is. Lift your arms.”
I did as told. He grabbed the hem of my V-neck shirt and carefully pulled it up and over my head, tossing it to the floor. Next came my jeans. I allowed him to do the work, removing the rest of my clothing until I was completely naked before him.
“You are stunning, Genevieve,” he stated, looking down at me with such admiration and fondness in his gaze that I was forced to look away as my cheeks began to burn. “No.” Catching my chin in his hand, he forced me to look back up and at him.
“I look like I’ve just got my ass kicked,” I groaned, rolling my eyes.
“And you look as sexy as hell both despite and because of it. Those bruises that you’re embarrassed about show that you’re a survivor. A fighter. You’re a strong independent woman whose beauty shines both inside and out.”
Tears welled up in my eyes and I silently cursed them. I’m so strong and independent that I start bawling when a guy gives me a compliment.
“I’d kiss you right now, but that cut on your lip would make it more painful then pleasurable I suspect,” he stated lowering his forehead to mine and pulling my naked body against his. As I slid my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his, I felt a surge of emotion hit me and tears began to freely flow down my cheeks.
“If you two love birds could pull yourselves apart, the shower is on and ready. There’s only so much hot water,” Tyler shouted over the stream.
Laughing, I batted the tears away with the back of my hand and turned to face Tyler who gave me a wink and slid the glass door open motioning for me to enter. “Will we all fit?” I was genuinely concerned; neither of the men were small.
“Get in here and we’ll find out,” Tyler replied with a sexy grin that highlighted those adorable dimples of his.
I looked back at Brock who just grinned and shrugged.
Tyler, who appeared to have done what he needed to do already, stepped to the very back of the shower to make room for me. Stepping into the shower, my body, which was slightly chilled, was greeted by the warm water. Closing my eyes, I moaned softly, the water felt so good. I hadn’t bathed since the previous day and while I’d washed my face and tried to spruce myself up that morning before going to see the sheriff, I knew there was still dried blood in my hair and on my skin in places I’d missed. The worst of it was that the blood wasn’t necessary mine—but that wasn’t something I cared to think about.
When Brock stepped behind me, I didn’t flinch; instead I leaned back against him, resting my head against his shoulder. I’d only been resting my head on his shoulder for a few seconds, but it was long enough for me to nearly nod off to sleep. That was until I felt a loofah puff on my body, brushing the skin of my chest with suds. I gasped, but didn’t open my eyes; instead I just allowed myself to feel Tyler’s gentle touch.
“Lean forward just a little love, I can wash your hair,” Brock whispered into my ear. Giving him a weak smile, I nodded and did as I was told, keeping my eyes closed and standing by my own so he could begin to work the shampoo into my long, blood-clotted hair.
God, this felt good having one man work his way down my body with the sudsy loofah while the other gently messaged my scalp while working the shampoo in. Tyler spent more time than necessary on my breasts, playing and teasing with his fingers and mouth until both nipples were hardened peaks before carrying on lower.
I was moaning and gasping like a madwoman I was certain of it, but who could blame me? This was exactly what I needed. How the guys always seemed to know what I needed and when I needed it was beyond me, but I was grateful for it.
Brock rinsed my hair, covering my eyes with one hand while he shook the shampoo out with the other. As Brock began to add conditioner, Tyler dipped down further to my lower abdomen. The ache between my legs increased the closer he came to my mound.
As Brock worked the conditioner into my hair, Tyler urged my legs further apart. Somewhere along the line, the loofah got dropped and it was his lips and tongue that were being used to tease my skin.
“We can’t miss a single inch,” Tyler growled.
Opening my eyes, I couldn’t resist but look down to see Tyler on his knees before me, his fingers spreading my pussy lips and bowing his head to lash his tongue out at my clit. Gasping, I had to reach down and clutch his shoulders to keep my knees from buckling from the sudden direct pleasure.
As his tongue worked my clit, Tyler slid his index and middle finger deep into me, making me moan. Oh God, I really didn’t know if I had the energy to make it through my men bringing me to orgasm, but I didn’t think I had a choice.
“I don’t know if I can handle this,” I gasped. Who was I kidding? I savored every second their hands were on me, regardless of how worn out I was, and they knew it!
Brock chuckled, bending to kiss the side of my neck. “You can handle more than you think you can.”
“Mmm. You two planned this.” I’d barely gotten the words out then Tyler’s fingers hit the pleasure point of my pussy wall and began to stoke me mercilessly while his teeth gently nibbled on my swollen clit
“Busted.” Brock growled while gently nipping at the side of my neck.
“Wicked.”
“No doubt.” Brock confirmed. “Close your eyes. I need to rinse the conditioner out.”
I did as told, closing my eyes firmly and letting my head fall back so he could fully rinse my hair. As the water pounded on my face and over the top of my head, the urgent need for release between my legs increased to unbearable levels. My fingers gripped tighter onto Tyler’s shoulders, so tight that I was leaving deep crescent-shaped imprints on his skin. He didn’t complain, instead he worked harder, his fingers pounding into my needy pussy while his tongue worked double time, circling and teasing my clit.
While Brock was being a perfect gentleman, his cock wasn’t quite as gentlemanly as it pressed hard against my ass, burrowing itself between my ass cheeks. Damn him, as if I wasn’t riled up badly enough from Tyler’s tongue and fingers.
I kept riding the wave, higher and higher. My body seemed to be working all on its own as I began to rock my hips against Tyler’s mouth. I was getting closer and closer by the second. My heart was beginning to race so quickly I feared it may burst through my chest. The coil of desire was wound so tight it was going to break at any moment.
Once my hair was rinsed, it was Brock’s hands slipping around me and pinching my nipples between his index finger and thumb that sent me spiraling over the edge. I moaned as my body went tense and then my knees buckled under me as I came. Thank God Tyler was between my legs and able to catch me as I began to fall.
“Whoa, baby. I got ya.” Tyler chuckled as he removed his fingers from inside of me and braced me.
~*~ TT ~*~
Brock
As much as Tyler and I had intended to be gentlemen and for this to be all about Genevieve, that was a ridiculous plan. We should have known that it would be an impossible feat, especially when my raging-hard dick was insistent in taking refuge inbetween her soft ass cheeks. With her hair washed and her cry signaling her orgasm I couldn’t hold myself back a moment longer.
Grasping my cock in my hand, I began to stroke myself. I had no intention of this being a long-drawn-out thing, the sole purpose was to get off hard and quick so we could take Genevieve to bed and have a much-needed and deserved sleep.
Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back as I stroked myself furiously. My mind went immediately to images of Genevieve, the feel of her body against mine. The smell of her perfume. The moans and sighs she’d just been making that had been driving close to insanity for the past ten minutes. This was going to be a quick affair as I was almost there and I’d just started jacking off.
“Let me…” Genevieve said, pushing my hand out of the way and taking over.
Oh dear mother of fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Her hand was so damned soft and she was applying the perfect am
ount of pressure.
“I’m not going to last,” I groaned. My balls were already rock solid and preparing for the release.
“That’s fine. I want to feel you come over me.”
Her words caught my attention, making me open my eyes and look down at her. The look of fiery desire in her eyes was all the persuasion I needed. I groaned so loudly that there was no doubt the wildlife outside must have heard me as my dick pulsed and erupted, spilling my seed all over her hand and slamming against her stomach.
“Oh fuck!” I groaned. Damn I wanted to grab her and kiss her with all the passion I was feeling inside for her, but I knew I couldn’t—not tonight anyhow. The last thing I wanted to do was cause her any type of pain and I knew I’d never be able to kiss her as softly as would be necessary to not hurt her cut lip.
Instead, I took a step back and grabbed the loofah and soap. Pouring a dollop of soap on the loofa, I washed off my dick and wiped my seed from her stomach, being sure to take a moment to run the loofa between her legs and enjoy the look on her face as the friction caused her pleasure. If I wasn’t so damned tired, I’d have happily spent the night teasing and pleasuring her, but I was drained and looking over her head to my partner, I could see he was also forcing himself to remain standing.
Satisfied that she was clean, I stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. Grabbing an additional two towels for Genevieve, I took her hand and helped her from the shower. First I wrapped a towel around her waist and then one around her head, taking care not to apply pressure to her bruised temple.
“You good Tyler?” I looked as him and he nodded as he turned off the stream of water. “All right, I’m going to take her to bed then.”
