by Joanna Blake
“But it is not beyond the realm of possibility that he might have sent you blood splattered roses.” He paused, his jaw ticking. “Even if you hadn’t witnessed a murder.”
And there it was. He’d said it and I couldn’t think of a damn thing to say. I just stared at him, my eyes wide.
“Maybe.”
He nodded and turned away.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Conn, if she’s a witness she should be in custody.”
“She is in custody. Mine.” He exhaled and leaned against the kitchen island. “And she’s not a witness.”
“But-“
“She didn’t see anything, Sheil. Forget it.”
I nearly fell over. I was sitting here, watching one federal agent tell another one to ignore the truth. The truth that was staring every single person in the room in the face.
Connor was breaking about fifty laws trying to protect me. He had since the moment he’d taken me to his house and chained me up.
And he was doing it all for me.
Connor
“Thanks Sheil. I’ll be in later.”
I waved as everyone left. Finally. My shell-shocked mother, my giggling sister, and the woman who pretty much held my career in her hands.
But she said she would keep Casey in her back pocket. Not say anything. Not get my ass kicked out of the department for gross misconduct.
For now, anyway.
I turned and crossed my arms, locking the door behind me. Casey crossed her arms too. We stared at each other, each of us pissed off.
But for very different reasons.
“Can you cook?”
She blinked at me, then nodded. “Yeah, some stuff. Why?”
“Because I’m starving.” I held up the chain. “And it’s time to pay the piper.”
Her eyes got bigger as I started stripping. She shook her head and pointed at me.
“You are not tying me up again!”
I smiled grimly.
“Oh yes, I fucking am. I’m tired of running after your ass every time you get a bee in your bonnet.”
I distracted her by taking my pants off. My cock bobbed free, pointing right at her. Hard and ready. I squeezed it, feeling my heavy nuts swing.
“A bee in my what?”
She was staring at my cock, clearly not focused on the conversation at hand. I had to admit, I loved that awestruck look in her eyes. I grinned and reached for her.
“Bonnet.”
I kissed her deeply, sliding my tongue into her mouth. I started peeling her clothes off. I cursed as I saw the hot pink lace underthings I’d bought her. My cock swelled even larger.
“Christ, those are hot.”
“Huh?”
“I like your panties.”
“Oh- you got them for me.”
I smiled at her. She was already in a sex daze. I loved how easily I did that to her.
“I know.”
I ran my hands over her flanks and up again. Her skin was silky smooth. I peeled down her panties, kissing my way down her body as I stripped off the last little scrap between me and my goal.
Then I snapped the cuff on her ankle.
“What the hell Conn!”
I smiled up at her and ran my hands up between her legs.
“What’s wrong?”
She gasped as I toyed with her soft little pussy lips. I leaned forward and licked her, flicking my tongue against her clit.
“You- bastard- oh….”
She quieted right down, thinking I was going to take care of her. But I had no intention of letting her come. Not yet. Not for a good long while.
I was still pissed at her for messing with me this morning.
“I’m so hungry. Let’s make something to eat.”
“Huh?”
She looked adorably confused as I stood up and pecked her cheek. Then I walked into the kitchen and tied an apron around my waist.
“You want to- cook? Now?”
“Aren’t you hungry?” I smiled at her, my eyes between her thighs. “I know I am.”
She just stared at me in a trance. I shrugged and got out some steak and fished around for something green in the crisper drawer. I had a bag of broccoli in the back. Perfect.
“Wash this.”
I held out the grocery bag and she walked over and took it. Then I got the steak going in a cast iron skillet, seasoning it with salt and pepper.
I flipped the steak a few times to sear it and turned the heat down.
I leaned back against the counter to enjoy the show. Casey’s slender back curved down to that ridiculously squeezable ass. I licked my lips as she bent over the sink. She set the broccoli on a cutting board and looked over her shoulder at me.
“Done.”
“Here.”
I handed her a knife from the box of confiscated sharps. She started neatly trimming the ends of the broccoli and cutting the rough parts of the stems.
Good girl.
I stepped up behind her and started kissing her neck as I fondled her perfect breasts.
“Pay attention, sweetheart. Good. Now fill that pot with water. Hmm hmmm…”
She moaned as I lifted my hands away, but just to put the pot on the stove. I dumped the veggies in, added salt and pepper and covered it with a lid.
Then I got down to business.
Casey squealed as I lifted her up and plopped her fine ass on the island. I grinned and pushed her back so she was lying flat, her legs hanging over the edge. Then I spread her legs wide and stared at that gorgeous pussy of hers.
Scratch that. It was my pussy now dammit.
“Just a little snack…”
She whimpered as I tasted her. Lick by lick. I didn’t apply nearly enough pressure to be satisfying. I just teased her.
Then I smelled the steak starting to burn.
“Times up.”
I turned the stove off and helped her down, unable to resist one more taste. I put one steak and some veggies on a plate and sat down at the table.
“On my lap. I’ll feed you.”
She gave me a piqued look. I just waited. Finally she sat down, the thin fabric of the apron the only thing between us.
“Good girl.”
I cut the steak and broccoli into small pieces. I made a perfect bite with a bit of each and held the fork to her lips. I watched closely as she pulled the food into her mouth and chewed.
Hmmfff… that was hot.
I took a bite and then gave her another. She wiggled around on my lap while we ate the first steak.
“Behave.”
She tossed her hair over her shoulder and pouted. I slipped one hand between her legs and bit her neck.
“Are you still hungry?”
“I’ll get the other steak-”
“No. Not the steak.”
She blinked her eyes as she got the message. She licked her lips and I could see she was going to do what I asked. I leaned back and waited.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long.
I stared as she slipped between my legs, the chain rattling on the floor. She stared up at me as she lifted the apron and grasped my cock with her soft hand.
I watched in awe as she pulled me into her mouth and started sucking me, her lips rolling up and down my shaft like a Goddamn pro.
Fuck!
“Slower.”
Her gorgeous blue eyes stared up at me as she slowed her tempo, her tongue licking the edge of my tip with each stroke. I gripped my hands in her hair, guiding her further down my shaft.
I knew I was close. Just seeing her down there, worshipping my cock, it was enough to make me explode.
Not yet.
“That’s good, sweetheart- hmmfff- you’re going to want to stop-”
She looked up at me in question and I lifted her. In one smooth motion I had her on my lap, her legs dangling over my thighs.
I grinned at the shocked look on her face as I lowered her onto my cock. I groaned as I was able to get just insid
e her tight little pussy lips.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Just relax and open for me…”
She whimpered, her fingernails scraping my shoulders. I was hypnotized by the sight of my shaft stretching her wide. Her perky round tits were tantalizingly close so I leaned forward and licked one. She gasped, and I was able to slide a little further in.
“Jesus! That’s it, Casey. Let me in.”
I squeezed her juicy ass checks in my hands and started thrusting upwards. I was careful not to fuck her too hard.
Not yet.
She was probably still too tender.
She squeezed down on me, her walls wrapping my cock in a hot and slippery hug. That was it. Her body opened up to me like a flower. I moaned as I watched my cock slide all the way in.
“Hold on tight, sweetheart.”
Then I went to town.
Cassandra
Connor lifted me up and down like a rag doll. He stared between our bodies, watching his thick cock disappear inside me.
He let go with one hand and licked his finger, lowering it to my clit.
Just like that, after all the teasing, I came. My whole body shook as he grinned at me, lifting me up and down with one hand. He watched my face as I came, then stared back down between us.
“So good baby… so fucking good…”
He started pumping his hips up, holding me down against them as he fucked me deep and hard. It was like he couldn’t get close enough. He wanted to be as far inside me as possible.
He groaned and I felt it- the tingle that started when he was about to come. I felt my body answer his, clenching down on him as I started to convulse.
My skin felt hot and then cold as shivers ran through me. He held me down on his cock, my thighs wide, my pussy completely open to him.
He was cursing and grunting like a wild animal as his cock shot his seed straight up inside me. I felt it fill me up, even more than any of the other times.
And that was saying something.
He slowed his thrusts and his hands flexed on my hips. He pressed me down even harder. I couldn’t have gotten away if I wanted to, never mind the cuff around my ankle.
“Sweetheart…”
“Hmmm?”
“You’re going to kill me with sex.”
“I am?”
“Yes. Oh fuck- yeah, squeeze me like that-” He groaned as I felt my pussy squeezed down on him instinctively. “It’s not usually like this.”
“It’s not?”
He laughed, the sound rough and hard and cynical.
“No. It’s not. Not even close.”
“Oh.”
I blushed as he continued to stare down at the place our bodies joined. I was still trembling when I felt it.
Conn was hard again inside me. And getting harder.
“Are you-“
“Yes, baby. I want to have you again.”
“Already?”
“Yes.” He moaned, brushing my hair away from my face. “Already. Always.”
I wiggled and he cursed.
“Shit. I don’t want to hurt you Case-“
“I’m fine.”
He stared at me, his eyes hard. He didn’t believe me.
“You’re so small baby and I’m-“
“I’m fine.”
He growled and lifted me up, wrapping my legs around him. I gasped as he pushed me up against the post in the middle of the floor. He started fucking me hard and fast.
It was surreal being held up in the air like that- speared by his cock. It felt so good I knew I was going come again soon.
“I should- uh- chain you up- uh- right here.”
I moaned and my head fell back. He lowered his head to my throat and kissed it.
Then he bit it, his hot breath fanning my neck.
RING RING.
“Fuck if I’m getting that.”
RING RING.
He kept riding me, taking me standing up like a beast. I dug my nails into his back as another phone somewhere else in the house starting going off.
RING RING.
“FUCK!”
He slowed his thrusts, leaning his forehead against mine. He kissed me hard and pulled out. I was quiet as he lowered me and wiped his brow.
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
I didn’t want to stop, don’t get me wrong. But he was already grabbing his phone, and answering it with a terse ‘DeWitt.’
He stared at me, nodding and agreeing with whatever was being said on the other end of the line. He hung up and reached for his clothes.
“I have to go sweetie. You’re going to have to wait for round two.”
He grabbed his gun and badge and kissed me hard.
“Fuck, I don’t want to go.”
“It’s okay. You have to do your job. It’s important.”
“You’re right. I know you’re right.”
“But Conn?”
He brushed my hair back and kissed my neck, his hand sliding down to my ass to squeeze it.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“You might want to put on some shoes.”
Mason
“If you don’t fucking produce Casey, I’m going to fucking come after you.”
I slammed the phone down, not the least bit concerned that I’d just threatened a federal agent. I was standing behind the bar of The Jar, leaning against the solid wood.
The old polished wood usually comforted me. Reminded me that I’d done good. I’d gotten out.
Well, kinda.
And now my stupid ass decision to let the fucking Hell Raisers in the front door had put Case in trouble. Worse than trouble. She was in danger.
Fuck me.
The girl was far too old to be my daughter but damn it, she was family. I loved her like a little sister. A feisty, pain in the ass, worrying me to the bone, little sister.
She’d broken my heart the day I found her, standing out in the rain like a half-drowned puppy. I’d recognized myself in the girl’s sheer determination to survive, and the look of utter desolation in her beautiful, sad eyes.
The stubborn pride too.
I’d taken her in and never looked back.
And I was going to fucking protect her!
The only thing keeping me sane was the fact that I knew Connor was an up and up guy. He was a boy scout and a cowboy rolled into one. Plus, I’d seen the look in his eyes when he talked about promising her he’d protect me.
He was gonzo.
Finished.
A marked man.
Wherever Casey was, I was pretty sure she had him wrapped around her cute little finger.
I hoped she was making him suffer. Didn’t matter though. The man owed me an explanation.
And I wanted to see her. Know she was safe.
Plus, the man had my damn dog and cats! The house had been so quiet last night. I didn’t like it.
Knowing there was an unmarked vehicle out front hadn’t helped much either. And that everyone in the damn state knew I was being watched by the Feds.
I popped the top off a beer and took a deep pull. I was tempted to have something stronger but hell, I needed my wits about me. Besides, beer was pretty much like water to me at this point in my life.
Oh yeah. I’d been a bad boy growing up. Very bad.
But I’d spent years trying to make up for it. To do something good. To erase the memories that haunted me to this very fucking day.
It was early, just after the lunch crowd thinned out. Normal folks came in here for the insanely good barbecue. My own personal secret recipe.
But I was not expecting Shane, the Raisers’ new VP to come waltzing in here in broad fucking daylight. The smug bastard held up his hands and opened his jacket to show me he was unarmed.
I scowled as he sauntered up to the bar like he owned the place. He was too pretty by far. And he’d come out of nowhere just a few years ago, rising up through the ranks like something I’d never seen.
“The fuck
do you want.”
He smiled, showing perfectly straight teeth. The fucker was a college boy, and he’d definitely seen an orthodontist or two. The guy might be covered in tats but something about him screamed rich suburbia.
How the hell someone like him ending up riding with someone like Dante was beyond me.
The rumor was, Shane was ass-balls crazy. Fearless. The man had apparently driven his bike off the roof of a drug store onto a big rig. He’d done the whole stunt on a dare.
I shook my head.
You’d have to be nuts to be that close to Dante.
“Shane.”
“Mason.”
“What do you want?”
He smiled and I felt my spine straighten. Someone had called him pretty boy once. I was pretty sure that guy was now missing a couple of fingers.
“Don’t bother with the charm, you smug bastard. You Raisers are officially banned.”
He held up his hands.
“I thought you’d like to know that the Hell Raisers are under new leadership. I’m here soley as a sign of respect.”
“New leadership?”
He nodded slowly.
“Mine.” He smiled again and I got a chill down my back. “Your little problem is solved.”
I stopped with the bottle halfway to my lips.
“What little problem?”
He just smiled wider.
“Casey’s safe from us. I don’t care about her or that big fed of hers.”
I set the beer down and stared at him.
“Where is Dante?”
“He won’t be an issue. I can promise you that.”
I got a chill. Dante was dead. I could see it in his eyes.
Man, this guy was crazier than I thought.
“Good to know.”
He smiled and I felt like I was watching a commercial for cologne. Or imported beer. The man really was a little too good-looking.
“Oh and we will be back Mason.” He winked. “There’s no way I’m giving up that barbecue.”
“I’ll send you a bottle.”
He laughed and walked out. I didn’t much care for the man’s arrogance. But I knew in my gut that things were going to be okay.
Besides, Shane might be nuts, but he wasn’t a sick fuck like Dante. Casey was safe. Against all the odds, it was going to be okay.
