by Chloe Lang
And then the pressure exploded, releasing overpowering pleasure that flooded every cell in her body. Shivering sensations raced through her, igniting inside her core and shooting down her legs and arms. She was ablaze and more alive than she’d ever been before.
She clenched down on their cocks inside her body with her pussy and ass.
Josh shuddered, and she felt his cock pulse as he came inside her. Jacob groaned and thrust his dick all the way into her ass, releasing his seed.
They held her between them for several delicious moments. Once again, they’d given her shivers, something she’d never felt before with sex. Only with them.
Josh kissed her tenderly. “I love you, Carrie.”
“I love you, too.”
He and Jacob lowered her back into her seat.
Jacob bent down and pressed his lips to hers. “I love you so much, angel. I can’t believe we’re so lucky to have finally found you.”
Chapter Seventeen
“Hello, Cindy.” Holding his cell to his ear, Willie looked at the hundreds of people lining up to register for paintball. There were more players arriving every hour. Sign-up would continue another two hours, all the way up until midnight. The streets around the square were all blocked off. Tomorrow morning the big event would get started.
“Why haven’t you taken care of that matter we agreed upon yet?” Trollinger’s angry tone came through the phone loud and clear.
“Don’t worry about Jaris Simmons, Cindy. It will be my pleasure to eliminate him. In fact, I plan on putting a bullet in the bastard’s head tonight. Starting at midnight, Simmons will be working the overnight shift for the event’s security, an excellent time to find him alone since nothing gets underway until eight in the morning.”
“Perfect. Just let me know when the job is done.”
“Did you get the number for me?”
“I did.” Trollinger’s voice softened. She told him Carrie’s cell number. “She’s had the same phone for over three years. It wasn’t hard to find, Willie.”
“You’re the tech expert, Cindy. I’m better on the front lines. I think we’ll make a good team going forward.”
“You think so? Just get the job done and we’ll discuss it.”
“And you’ll have my payment with you when we meet, right?”
“Yes.”
The line went dead, and he continued scanning the area. His plans were flawless. Simmons would be easy. So would the plan with Carrie.
He slowly worked his way behind a group of twenty players to keep from being noticed. There was plenty of security, though it seemed they were there primarily to answer questions and keep players away for the non-paintball places in the town. There weren’t many inside the city limits, only the residential streets were out of bounds. There wasn’t a car allowed on the streets. His rental was parked next to the bridge in the big parking lot with all the other out-of-towners’ cars.
The mood that permeated everyone he’d seen was upbeat and full of anticipation for tomorrow, both local and outsider alike. Idiots. If they want fun, they should use the real thing. He reached into his jacket to touch his gun. He recalled how thrilling it had been when he took his first life with his own hands. He’d felt invincible and full of power. What a rush. Three heartbeats had been silenced by his bullets. Crimes that would go unsolved forever. Just like the fire in Belco. Those fools’ lives had ended because of him. The authorities had known he’d escaped, but they still hadn’t been able to find him. They never would.
Simmons walked right in front of him with a blonde woman on his arm and a black guy who had a German shepherd on a lead. It was obvious the black guy was blind. He’d already learned that these three were married. Sickening.
He smiled at them as they passed. Enjoy yourself, Simmons. These will be your last hours among the living.
The trio turned left by one of the statues in the park. He kept moving forward. Everyone he passed had broad smiles on their sick faces. It will be so much fun to bring this town to its knees.
Cindy Trollinger and her brother had been at war with Destiny for quite a while, losing almost every battle. Hell, her brother had even lost his life. Perhaps Cindy needs my talents more than she realizes. He had finesse and charm that could be used to ease the minds of the unsuspecting. She had a huge bank account at her disposal and excellent contacts to call on when needed. Together, they would be unstoppable.
Destiny wasn’t different from any other town he’d bested, except their strange practice of poly relationships. Disgusting in every way to him. Why marry the bitches? He would fuck as many as he wanted. Always had. But marriage? That was between one man and one woman. And Carrie was meant to be his.
He didn’t give a damn how the assholes around here lived. He wouldn’t be here long enough to care. Still, he had no doubt that the citizens of Destiny were just as gullible as anyone else he’d ever conned.
Like taking candy from a baby.
* * * *
Jacob walked Carrie to the door of her family’s home. Josh was on the other side of her, holding her hand.
“Guys, tonight was the most fantastic night of my life. I love you both so very much.”
“I love you, sweetheart.” Josh kissed her. “Expect more nights like this in your future.”
“Many more,” Jacob said, pressing his mouth to Carrie’s soft lips. “I love you, angel.”
She smiled and hugged them both. “I better get some sleep. Tomorrow is a big day.”
“And if you’re going to unseat Ethel as champion, you’ll need all the rest you can get,” he said.
“She’s really that good?”
“Let’s just say I’m glad I’m working security this year,” Josh said. “Last year, Ethel took me out within fifteen minutes of every game round.”
“I only lasted ten minutes,” he confessed. “But I’m not sure she’s expecting someone as strong as you to show up on the field. My money is on you to win this year.
Carrie smiled. “It better be.” She grabbed the handle but didn’t turn it. “I plan on reading more of Jena’s book before I go to sleep.”
Josh grinned wickedly. “If you want more lessons, we can—”
“Josh, she needs her rest.” He smiled and touched her cheek. “We will show you more about the life as soon as we can. Tomorrow is a big day for all of us, but especially you.”
“You will take me to Phase Four sometime?”
“When we think you’re ready, yes.”
She got up on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the mouth. Then she turned to Josh and did the same.
“Good-night.” She opened the door and went inside.
When the door closed, he looked at Josh. “We found the woman of our dreams.”
“Yes, we have. She’s the one.”
“No doubt about it.” He thought about how great it had been on the plane, making love to her again. She’d responded without reservation to the spankings he and Josh had given her. At her sexual core, she was a submissive.
As they walked back to the truck, he still couldn’t quite believe how wonderful his life had become. Carrie was his and Josh’s future. She made him look forward to settling down and starting a family.
Once in the truck, his cell rang. “Hi, Aunt Melissa.”
“Jacob, is Josh with you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Would you boys mind going to the sheriff’s office and reporting for security duty for the midnight shift? Jaris and Chance were assigned to that shift, but Sugar is delivering her puppies right now. Jaris and Chance need to be there with Kaylyn for Sugar.”
“Yes, they do.” Sugar was Jaris’s black German shepherd and had been by his side during his temporary blindness. Chance, who had been blind since birth, had helped Jaris through the roughest parts of it. The two men had married Kaylyn, who was the singer for Wolfe Mayhem and the owner of the kennel that trained service dogs where Sugar had come from. “We’ll take Jaris’s and Chance’s
shifts, Aunt Melissa. No problem at all.”
* * * *
Holding the helmet in her hand, Carrie stepped into the kitchen. Jena, Matt, and Sean were sitting at the table. Janet was at the stove, cooking breakfast. “Something smells really good.”
“And someone looks good, too,” Jena said. “I knew my paintball gear would fit you.”
She grinned, donning the helmet. “I feel like a soldier in these camos.”
“That’s the whole idea,” Sean said. “By the looks of you I can see that Ethel O’Leary is in for trouble.”
“You’re just saying that. I’ve never played paintball in my life.”
Matt laughed. “Sounds like you’re getting game-day jitters. You shouldn’t been bragging so much, sis. Everyone is expecting you to kick butt.”
She took off the helmet and sat down. “What have I gotten myself into?”
“You’ll have fun no matter what,” Janet said, placing a plate in front of her. “Two eggs over medium. Two slices of buttered toast. Crisp bacon. And a bowl of fruit for our family’s only competitor this year.”
“She’ll make us proud,” Matt said. “I have no doubt.”
He and Sean would be working as security. Jena had volunteered to man the information booth with some of the other local women.
“What about you, Janet?” Carrie took a bite of the bacon, which was cooked perfectly. “It’s not too late to put your name on the list of players.”
Janet poured her a cup of coffee. “I’m going to stay here with Kimmie and we’re going to be baking all day for the closing ceremonies.”
“Where is Kimmie?” she asked, taking a sip from her cup.
“Still in bed,” Jena said. “We let her stay up and watch that kid’s movie about the rabbit family.”
“She sure was excited about seeing it,” Carrie said. “I peeked in on her a little before midnight when I got home last night. She and Happiness were asleep.”
“We’d just put her to bed. I have no idea how our little girl was able to stay awake for the whole movie,” Matt said. “Which reminds me, Carrie, how did your date go with Josh and Jacob?”
“It was incredible. My first time on a plane and first time in New Mexico.” She smiled, looking around the table. Jena, Matt, Sean, and Janet cared for her. They were her family. She wanted them to know how happy she was. “And it was the first time for Josh and Jacob to tell me they love me.”
She could tell by the looks on their faces they were shocked and excited by her news.
Janet grabbed her hand and squeezed. “And what did you say to them?”
Bursting with joy, she blurted out, “That I love them. That I love them both very much.”
“This requires a toast,” Sean said, grinning broadly and holding up his cup.
She and the rest lifted their coffee cups.
“To our dear Carrie,” he said. “May you have continued happiness with Josh and Jacob in Destiny.”
“Here. Here.” Jena clinked her cup to hers.
Matt smiled. “Sis, Josh and Jacob are great guys. I know they will make you very happy.”
Janet wiped her eyes. “I bet I’ll be making a wedding cake very soon for the three of you.”
Carrie grinned and squeezed the sweet woman’s hand back. “We’ve only just told each other how we felt. Thinking about a wedding now seems a little too soon, don’t you think?”
“Not in Destiny,” Jena said. “Once those three wonderful words are uttered it’s no time before the bride is walking down the aisle.”
Sean nodded and then turned to Janet. “Except when it comes to you and Gary. When can we expect you two to finally tie the knot?”
“Sean’s right, Mom,” Matt said. “It’s long overdue.”
“Are you that anxious to get rid of me?” Janet asked.
“No, we figured Gary would just move in,” Sean said. “This is a big house. The more the merrier in our book.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, Mom,” Jena said. “We’re very serious. We only want you to be happy. You and Gary.”
“Knowing that makes me feel so good. Thank you. Gary is in Denver for business. Once he’s back I will share with him what you told me.” Janet stood, a happy tear streaming down her smiling face. “It’s just as much as I love Gary, I’ve never been happier than I have been living here with all of you. I know Gary is lonely and loves this family, too. He’s crazy about Kimmie as much as I am. You’ve just made me so happy, and I’m sure Gary will be, too.” She looked out the window, and Carrie caught a glimpse of her wiping her eyes. “I better get these dishes cleaned up. There’s a lot to do today.”
Carrie stood. “I’ll help you.”
Sean glanced back at her and smiled. He’d deflected the conversation for her, for which she was grateful.
“No you won’t, young lady,” Janet said firmly. “You have a battle ahead of you, and these three have jobs to do. It’s already seven-thirty. Go and have fun. I’ll clean up the kitchen.”
“Okay, Mom.” Matt kissed Janet on the cheek.
Sean did the same.
“Thanks for taking care of Kimmie for us,” Jena said. “Call me if you need anything.”
“We’ll be fine, but that reminds me of something.” Janet pulled out a note from her apron pocket. “It’s for you, Carrie. Kimmie made me promise to give it to you before you left for paintball today.”
Carrie smiled, taking the paper from Janet. “I have the best niece in the world, that’s for sure.”
Kimmie’s message touched her heart. It was a picture she’d drawn in bright colors. An arrow pointed to the tallest person in the drawing with the misspelled words “Ant Cary.” Above the little girl was the word “me.” And at their feet was a white dog, also with an arrow and the word “happynest.”
She held it up for the others to see. “We’ve got an artist in the family. I love this so much. I want to get a frame for it.”
“I have one I think you’ll like,” Janet said. “When you come back I’ll show it to you. Now scoot or you’ll be late. And good luck.”
Chapter Eighteen
Carrie crouched down behind one of the large trees by the Blue Dragon statue, which she’d learned the locals called the Mother Dragon. It was thirty-six minutes into the second round of paintball, and thankfully unlike the first, she hadn’t been shot yet. The first round she’d been taken out by an eighteen-year-old sharpshooter seconds after the starting bell. The kid had laughed. It was all in good fun, but she’d stuck her tongue out at him, swearing to find him in the next round.
“I doubt that,” he said. “You’re a newbie. This is my third year.”
Ethel had appeared out of nowhere and shot him. “On the ground, young man. That was a clean shot. And I was champion my first year.” The sweet woman came up to her and looked down. “Never underestimate newbies, right Carrie?”
“Right.”
“See you in the next round.” Ethel had darted off, hiding behind a large tree. She had the sun behind her, which blinded the other gamers. She took them off one by one. Before long, she was the last one standing. No wonder she was the player to beat. She was not only a good shot but very clever, too.
This is so much fun, even though that shot stung. Janet had insisted she wear extra clothing under the camos, and now she knew why.
She spotted a group of three headed her way. She rose up and took them out one after the other. Per the rules, two of them fell to the ground immediately. The last one cursed and remained standing.
“Get down, John,” one of his buddies said. “You don’t want one of the security guys to kick you out for the rest of the event. We’ll do better next round.”
John grumbled but finally did stretch out on the ground.
With those three out, she estimated there were only eight more players left, including her and Ethel. Game on. Where was the eighty-year-old champion hiding?
She glanced up and down East Street. No sign of anyon
e. Deciding it was best to remain in the park with all the trees to give her cover, she made her way to the Red Dragon statue on the northeast corner of the park. Remaining low, she moved behind one of the many park benches. Two guys were slinking off to her left. Before she could get off a shot, Ethel jumped out from behind a bush just twenty feet in front of her and shot them both. But the woman hadn’t spotted her. The sun was behind her, shielding her from Ethel’s view.
Carrie raised her weapon. She had a perfect shot. She tightened her finger on the trigger, but then she saw Ethel smile. How could she shoot her? She couldn’t. She lowered her gun and crawled back the way she’d come.
Second place will be just fine for this newbie.
And then she felt the sting in her back. Damn. She shot me. She grinned.
Ethel came over to her. “Carrie, a word of advice. This isn’t a sentimental game. All is fair in love and war. You should’ve taken me out when you had the chance.”
She laughed. “I’m coming for you next round, Ethel O’Leary. You’ll see.”
“I have no doubt about that. You’re an incredible player, young lady. I still want to win my trophy, so I will be keeping an eye on you.” Ethel grinned and then was gone.
On her back staring up into Destiny’s clear sky, Carrie thought about how much her life had changed since Jena had found her in that Dallas diner. The last report she’d heard from Shannon’s Elite was nearly half the money had already been returned to its rightful owners. Easton Black believed it wouldn’t be more than a couple of weeks for the rest.
She was surrounded by a family who loved her, friends who made her laugh, and two wonderful men who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. After all the years of being on the run, she’d finally found home.
The buzzer sounded, letting all the players know the round had ended.
She stood and dusted herself off, adjusting her helmet.
Over the loud speaker, a voice announced, “The last person standing is Ethel O’Leary. She’s awarded five points for winning this round. In second place, Emmett Stone. He’s awarded four points. In third, Erica Strange. Three points. In fourth, Carrie Dixon. Two points. In fifth—”
