“Fuck man, are you okay? What the hell happened?” He leaned closer, so he could see my wound. “That looks bad.”
“It’s nothing.” I shook my head back and forth but grimaced. “I’d take that bullet any day of the week to see that right there.”
Robert Townsend being walked past me in handcuffs.
“Holy shit.” Liam blinked a couple of times when he saw the FBI agents put Robert Townsend in the back of a black sedan.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “But there’s one sight that’s going to be even sweeter than that—if Rachel doesn’t hate me.”
“No.” He shook his head back and forth. “She didn’t lose faith in you. She believed you were going to come back to her.”
“Well then I better get to the hospital—the faster they fix me up, the faster I can make that happen.” I turned towards the paramedic working on my arm. “Can we do this on the ride over?”
“I think the bleeding is stopped for the moment. Let’s get you on the stretcher.” He nodded and started to pull it out of the ambulance.
“You’re not strapping me to that fucking thing.” I turned and used my good arm to drag myself up into the ambulance.
I was finally reunited with Rachel at the hospital once my arm was bandaged up. I still didn’t believe she would be understanding until I heard her say the words, but I was relieved when she did. Everything I did was to protect her, and I made sure that she would be safe before I even tried to take a stand against Robert Townsend. After Liam joined us, we started comparing notes, and I realized his talk with Chief Dade was why he decided to fight the retirement that the mayor tried to force on him. After teasing Liam for being the reason I got shot, I thanked him for what he did. Chief Dade’s decision was the ultimate catalyst for Robert Townsend losing his shit—which got the FBI the evidence they needed. He would survive the beating I gave him, but he wouldn’t be a free man for a very, very long time—if ever.
20
Rachel
Three months later
Everything returned to normal after Robert Townsend was arrested—well, as normal as they could be. Billy and Sugar moved in with my Dad, and I decided to continue living with Liam and Gerard. I certainly didn’t have much motivation to leave. Billy got a decent job, and a few weeks later, we learned that there was a reason they didn’t decide to stay in Las Vegas—Sugar was pregnant. Their original plan was to figure out a way to get the money they needed to pay Robert Townsend, and then go back once the debt was paid. I still felt like it was very irresponsible, considering what it nearly cost us, but I did my best to forgive my brother. At least he was finally holding down a job and not leeching off our father—he even started paying rent. I think my Dad was so happy that he was going to be a grandfather that he wasn’t overly concerned about Billy staying there, even if he wasn’t paying rent, but it was a nice token from my brother since he had been irresponsible his whole life.
I think my Dad was suspicious about my relationship with the two incredibly hot firefighters, but he didn’t ask a lot of questions. Once I decided that I was going to stay, I moved the rest of my stuff into the apartment, and we figured out a budget that would let us keep the place. It really was a nice apartment, and while we needed to cut some expenses, we didn’t have to go without very often. The entertainment was certainly taken care of—none of us were bored. When I wasn’t busy with school, and they weren’t working, we barely left the bedroom unless we needed food. I definitely didn’t complain. I would have loved to have spent every waking hour with them, and then fallen asleep in their arms. They were amazing men—men that would fight for me and do anything to make sure our relationship stood the test of time.
Robert Townsend took a plea deal once he realized how much evidence the FBI had against him. With his influence gone, the rest of the city corrected itself the best way that it could. The mayor was arrested, and then he was impeached once a hearing could be scheduled. The new mayor promised to be tough on crime and set up a task force to root out the people who were tempted by Robert Townsend’s corruption. For several weeks, there was hardly a day that went by when someone new wasn’t arrested or removed from their position. Crime rates went down, the arson rates on the south side practically became nonexistent, and the city felt much safer without Robert Townsend looming over it. There was even enough money in the budget to launch some fire safety campaigns.
“I’m so glad that shift is over.” Gerard walked through the front door. “It’s getting a little boring these days—I think people are afraid even to have an accidental fire.”
“That’s what happens when candle awareness reaches an all-time high.” I walked over and wrapped my arms around him. “I’m glad I don’t work in a candle store anymore.”
“Yeah, well we have time to worry about smaller stuff now without Robert Townsend trying to ruin everything—I just never expected to be the face of the candle awareness campaign.” He chuckled under his breath.
“You look good on television—you look good now too.” My lips twisted into a devious smile.
“You look much better—and I’m going to show you how good you look in a few minutes.” He grinned and pressed his lips to my forehead.
“Where’s Liam?” I looked past Gerard—at the open door.
“Oh right.” Gerard nodded and took a step back. “Presenting the new—and improved—Liam!”
My mouth fell open when Liam walked through the front door. His long hair—the gorgeous mane—was gone. I didn’t know how to react at first. I had gotten so used to his long hair that I wasn’t expecting him to cut it off. I couldn’t deny that he looked way better without it, but I was going to miss the look of rebellion. I finally got over my shock to walk over and kiss him. He looked just like the guy I crushed on in high school—but a lot more distinguished and mature. After I kissed him, I lifted my hand and ran it through his much shorter hair. It was still a little longer than it used to be, but the way it was cut made his eyes nearly light up.
“I guess I can get used to this.” I bit down on my bottom lip and grinned. “But why did you cut it?”
“I think he’s trying to impress a girl or something.” Gerard chuckled and squeezed my ass.
“It was just time.” Liam nodded. “That look was never me—it was just a reaction to what I was dealing with at the time. I figure I should look respectable now—but are you impressed?”
“Let me show you how impressed I am.” I grabbed his shirt and turned to start walking to the bedroom, pulling him along behind me.
“I can get a haircut too…” Gerard chuckled and followed along behind us.
We didn’t waste any time once we got to the bedroom. Gerard and Liam started kissing my neck, pulling at my clothes until they were on the floor. Their lips still set me on fire, no matter how much time I spent with them, and I couldn’t wait for us to spend the entire weekend together. I worked extremely hard during the week to make sure I didn’t have anything to distract me—I even switched my schedule around at work. We fell into the bed, and they continued to kiss my neck, then they moved to my breasts. I was never going to get tired of having two sets of lips that wanted to devour me. That was exactly what they seemed to have in mind when their lips moved lower—so close to paradise that I could feel the heat of their breath on my clit.
“You don’t have to take turns today. I want both of you at the same time.” I moaned and arched my back.
“That’s exactly what you’re going to get then.” Liam brought his hand around and gave me a quick smack on my ass.
“Yeah.” I turned my ass towards him. “More of that too.”
Gerard started to lick my pussy, pushing his tongue into my wetness, while Liam used his tongue to get my ass ready so that they both could be inside of me at the same time. It wasn’t the first time we had tried it, and it didn’t make me nervous at all. I know how amazing it felt to have both of them. It always made me come harder than anything else we did, and that was exactly what I
needed to start our weekend together off right. Gerard’s tongue moved inside of me several times and then danced around my clit. Liam coated my tightest hole with his saliva and then started to push a finger into it. It wasn’t long until a second one was inside it and the combination of that, along with Liam’s tongue, pushed me extremely close to orgasm—so much so that I started to moan.
“You’re gonna make me come.” I reached back, thinking I would feel Liam’s hair, but felt his freshly cut locks instead.
“Not yet.” Liam lifted his hand and spanked me several times.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yeah.” Gerard chuckled. “We’re going to wait for this one.”
“Don’t torture me. I whined.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh, I can torture you already.” Liam pushed his fingers into me a little harder.
I was quivering and on the edge of bliss when they finally took their position on either side of me. I felt a cock against my ass and one against my pussy. A second later, they were pushing their way inside me. There was no way I was going to be able to hold back for long—I was dripping with desire. They pushed several inches into my body and then started to thrust—each one going deeper than the one before it. The two of them worked well when they were taking me at the same time. They made sure their thrusts lined up, and then they went deep at the same time when they came crashing into me. After about a dozen thrusts, they were buried as deep as they could go and pounding my body with the ferocity that I needed.
“Oh fuck.” I moaned, and my head rolled back. “I can’t take much more—I’m gonna come!”
“You know that I like it when you wait.” Liam leaned forward and growled into my ear.
“Yes.” I nodded quickly and tried to control the lust that was burning inside me.
I did my best to quell the blaze—the fire fueled by need. I was successful for several minutes, and then I reached a point where euphoria just coursed through my veins without actually coming. I could handle that—it was an orgasm without the full impact of feeling it rip through my body. That also meant that I would come so fucking hard when they were finally ready that I wouldn’t be able to see straight, but I certainly wasn’t going to complain about that. Time passed in euphoric bliss, and I don’t know how long they kept me trapped there. All I could do was enjoy it. When I finally felt Liam’s cock throb, I knew he was close. A few thrusts later, I felt Gerard’s pulsate against my g-spot. The pressure inside me was so intense I couldn’t hold back—thankfully, they weren’t going to be able to last much longer either.
“Oh god.” Liam’s head rolled forward, and he roared. “Fuck that feels good!”
“Now you can come—I want to feel it.” Gerard gave me a few harder thrusts.
They permitted me, but I hardly needed it. I was already over the edge, and the pressure was beginning the release. It hit me like a thunderbolt of perfect bliss. The pleasure surged through my veins, made my muscles tighten, and then a huge release followed. They continued slamming into me. I felt Liam first—his throbbing cock dumping cum into my ass. A grunt of bliss from Gerard immediately followed it as he started unloading in my pussy. I came so hard that I didn’t just lose the ability to see straight—I couldn’t see at all. I might have preferred only one orgasm after I felt the way my body was ravaged by the first, but there was a second on the way immediately—and that gave way to a third. I was exhausted, but they were still thrusting, and the lust was in their eyes. They didn’t stop until they had both erupted in bliss a second time and my entire body was wrecked—but it felt so fucking good in the process.
“Holy shit.” My head slumped down against the mattress. “You destroyed me.”
“You liked it.” Liam chuckled, and he fell down beside me.
“And you’re going to be begging for more in no time.” Gerard pulled me into his arms as he sank into the mattress. “You’re going to get it too—because I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise?” I looked at him and grinned.
“You have my word—and I’ll never break it again.” He nodded quickly.
I’ll never doubt that—I know that both of these gorgeous men are mine, and they’ve claimed me. They’ve claimed me forever.
The End
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Small Town Seven: Sneak Peek
Samantha
My lips formed the words to the song on the radio, belting out a terrible rendition of the only song I knew by John Mellencamp. All I had been able to pick up since I got close to Granite Falls was one station playing classic rock—at least I knew the words to Jack & Diane—most of them anyway. I stumbled over the parts I didn’t know and tossed in some random lyrics that sounded sort of right.
Yeah, yeah—that word.
I didn’t know much about Granite Falls. I had been there once when I was a kid, but I was too young to really remember the visit. It was my father’s home town but he was in no condition to deal with my grandmother’s estate after she passed. I agreed to go in his stead, pick my grandmother’s ashes, and tend to whatever remained of his childhood home. I wasn’t expecting much. My father had described the place as little more than a dirt farm with a shack sitting in the middle of it. There was nobody to contest the will since my father was her only son and everything was left to him. I hoped I could sign some paperwork, transfer the deed, and be on my way. If my father wanted to sell the place or do something with it, he could do so after he recovered from his latest health scare.
Yeah, that word too…
My lips keep bopping along with the words and then I heard an audible pop that was louder than the radio. A second later my car was jerking to the left, and the shaking was barely within my control. “What the…”
I had kept the gas pedal on fifty-five since I wandered into the thirty-five mile per hour speed zone. It was a long stretch of road that connected the interstate to Granite Falls and I hadn’t seen anything but trees for miles. As soon as I heard the grind of metal and pavement, I realized I had a blowout. My car rolled into the left lane and I pulled it back to the right before letting it slowly decelerate towards the side of the road. I quickly unfastened my seatbelt and got out of my car. The tire was blown and the pavement had chewed up a good bit of the rubber along with the edges of my rim. It didn’t look good but my situation looked worse. I dug through my purse and found that I didn’t have any bars on my cell phone. Even the radio had went to static as if it gave up on me as well. I certainly didn’t like the idea of dragging my jack out of the trunk to get my two-thousand-pound automobile off the ground so I could change the tire, but it looked like that was my only option.
Change a tire. I’ve seen this done before. How hard can it be?
I hit the button to release my trunk and sat my suitcase on the ground beside the bumper. I pulled back the carpet to reveal the secret compartment underneath it with my jack and my spare tire—which was nothing more than a donut. It wasn’t going to get me home, but it would get to me to Granite Falls, which was all I cared about at the moment. I went through the painful process of removing the jack without breaking a nail and then started messing with the screw holding the donut in place. I started trying to twist it and found it was stuck. I gave it several turns, but all I managed to do was tear a bit of skin off my finger. My frustration grew and I grabbed the tire iron, trying to finagle it as a lever. Another attempt was made and then I felt the nail on my index finger snap. It broke at the tip of my finger in a jagged pattern, causing me to recoil and shake my finger. As I gritted my teeth to give it another try, I heard a roaring motor behind me. I turned to see a motorcycle approaching and as it got closer, it seemed to be slowing down.
Well, I’m either going to get murdered or helped—let’s hope it’s the latter.
The large
black motorcycle came to a stop several yards behind my car. The engine roared for a moment and then went quiet as the rider hit the kickstand with his boot. I turned to face the motorcycle as the rider stepped off and started removing his helmet. The helmet came off to reveal shoulder length blond hair and a thick beard of matching color. He put his helmet on his motorcycle and started walking towards me, holding his hand against his forehead to keep the sun out of his eyes. He was dressed in a white t-shirt, a black leather vest, and a pair of blue jeans that sat on top of black motorcycle boots. The first thing I noticed were the tattoos which ran up both arms creating a full sleeve—the second thing I noticed was the insanely large biceps that the ink was decorating.
“What’s the problem?” His tone had a bit of a southern edge to it and sort of reminded me of the way my father would drag out some of his words.
“The tire went flat.” I grimaced and pointed. “I’m trying to change it.”
“Your hand is bleeding.” He pointed and I lifted my hand, noticing that the spot where the nail had broken was splattered in crimson.
“Well, like I said. I’m trying.” I sighed and shook my head.
“Move out of the way, I’ll take care of it.” He walked to my car and removed the screw holding the donut with one quick twist of his hand.
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