Chance Encounters

by Kathi S. Barton

  “I know buddy. I’m looking. But we have to go carefully or she might get hurt again.” His wolf moved along his skin, and Trevor knew it was for comfort. They both were going a little over the edge waiting for their mate to come home. Just as he was ready to move out, he stopped and hid behind the door when he heard voices.

  “I called him three times already. It just goes to voicemail, and he’s not calling me back. What the fuck do you think is taking him so fucking long?” He knew the voice and peeked between the cracks in the door to make sure it was Patrick. It was. But the man with him was still standing outside of where he could see him, so Trevor waited. “I’m telling you that the man ditched us. But if he thinks he’s getting his money back, then he’s a bigger fool than I thought he was.”

  “What are we supposed to do about his woman?” Trevor felt like his blood had turned to ice and that every cell in his body had exploded. As his brother continued to speak, Trevor held onto his breath, knowing that if he showed himself now, they’d all be dead. “I don’t know about you, but it kind of makes me nervous to have all these cops around here. Did you really invite all these people?”

  “No, I did not. That fucking bastard, the mayor, did that. He’s a wolf, you know, and thought that with the election coming up soon, he’d get a few more votes if he brought some of the bigger money out here to have a little fun.” Patrick laughed a little. “But I’m telling you. This is a bigger payoff than I first thought it would be. Damn, who would have thought that people would pay ten grand to come out and have a little pussy?”

  “I did.” Trevor listened to the two of them moving around the room, wondering what they were doing until his brother spoke again. “Is there room for them to be brought in here? I’m thinking that we’re going to need some plastic and lye before we can just store their bodies in here. I read somewhere that lye can mask the smell, but that many dead bodies is going to need a lot of lye.”

  They were going to store the women when they were done with them? That seemed...well that seemed cold and heartless. At least when he’d killed Neal he’d made sure that his body was found. Or at least it would be found someday.

  “Yeah. I should have thought of that. Burying them won’t work out like it did when I was out here by myself the other time. We’d be here all fucking day digging the graves if we did that. But like you told that guy in the suit, having our parties out here where nobody cares is going to be our best bet.” Patrick must have dropped something, because he started cussing like he’d been hurt bad. It sounded to Trevor like it was metal. “Fucking hurts. I’m going to have to shift out of this shit so I can run later.”

  “Yeah, you do that. I’m thinking...I think I’m going to go and have me a sample of one of them women. Christ, did you see that one we brought here for Neal? She is...I think she smelled like my brother, but that can’t be right.” Patrick, still cursing, asked him what he meant. “You know, like her and Trevor might have been fucking. She smelled like him. But Neal told us when we packed her in the trunk that she’d been with him for over a week. Didn’t you smell that?”

  “I’ve never been that close to your brother. I just figured she’d been putting out for anyone he wanted. She is a looker, though. Red headed women are my weakness.” Patrick laughed again. “Hell, anything with a pussy is my weakness. I might have to join you in going to see to them. I want them primed up for tonight.”

  As they moved out of the barn, Trevor stood up. He was going to kill Patrick and put his brother in a world of hurt. Both of them were going to pay as soon as he found Andrea. That fucking bastard was going to die a slow and very painful death. And Burton was going to wish he’d never made it to his next birthday.

  Moving out of the barn nearly got him caught. Trevor had been so wrapped up in knowing that his brother was involved in this mess that he almost didn’t see the man coming out of the bigger barn and walking toward where he was.

  Trevor stepped behind the big tractor with the trees and weeds growing out of it that were nearly as big as he was when he heard Burton and Patrick talking to the man. He had no idea who he was, but apparently someone from Neal’s house had called him about Neal and the others.

  “He’s dead, along with his mom and several others. My guy said that Trevor Dean just came in with his guns out and started shooting whoever moved.” Trevor smiled. Not quite true, but it was nice to know that he’d made an impression on someone. “Ben, that guy from his house, called and said that there isn’t anyone left out there but a few of Dean’s men, and they’re taking names. He even killed the women that were fucking us all.”

  Ben was as good as dead when this was over. Trevor heard one of them whistle, knowing that it wasn’t his brother because he couldn’t, and wondered what they might think if they knew he was not ten feet from them.

  “You think he’s on his way here? I don’t think I want to be here when he comes around.” Burton sounded panicky, which was good. He’d better be afraid. “I want him as dead as you do, but I’m not going to be caught here when he comes in pissed off at everyone. That could mean trouble more than you guys have the ways and means to take care of. He is one nasty mother fucker when he’s pissed off. Let me tell you, I know that for a fact.”

  “Ben said his mate is here. Where the...who the fuck brought her here?” This was from an unknown man. One of them must have pointed to Patrick, because Unknown started yelling at him. “You brought Trevor’s mate here to be one of the women we were gonna have some fun with? Are you a fucking idiot? He’s going to—”

  The gunshot sound startled him, and Trevor looked up over the large wheel he was hiding behind to see who was down. Unknown had said too much, apparently.

  Trevor? He told Andrea he was fine. If it helps you at all, we all heard that. I mean, like it was right here. He looked around where he was, trying to find her. Also, there are trees behind us. A wide open field of them. If we can get out, we’re going to avoid those like it’s our job.

  He started to tell her not to leave the barn, but it might help them in finding them quicker. Trevor told her to go out the front of the barn, but to be careful. I don’t know where you are, so if you run into trouble, I won’t be there quick enough to protect you.

  We found some things to make us a little better off in that department. This barn is full of some scary shit. We’re armed. Not against any guns, but we can hurt in close hand to hand. He told her that he was proud of her. Don’t be yet. It might just quicken our deaths. But I have eight of the women with me, and we’re not going down without a fight. He heard his brother yelling at Patrick and had to smile a little. They had no idea what kind of shit they were about to run into. He told Andrea to be careful and he’d see her soon. Time to take care of Patrick.

  “You fucking just killed that man. Don’t you think someone is going to notice?” Trevor looked around the tire at the two men left standing. Burton was walking back and forth talking loudly to Patrick, and Patrick was reloading his gun. Trevor had a moment of worry that Patrick might kill his brother before he got to.

  “I’ve just killed it down so that our split is just four of us now. And when you pay up after your brother takes you back into his arms, then we’ll be full partners.” The gun was put back in the back of his pants as Patrick continued to talk to Burton. “You really are a fucking pussy, aren’t you? Christ, you should have killed him the moment you realized that your birthday was coming up. Would have saved you a lot of heartache and me a lot of speculation on whether or not you were going to pay up. You are, aren’t you, Burton? Going to pay me?”

  “I am. When Trevor is dead and gone, I’ll take over his businesses and you’ll be the first one on my list. Right after I take care of that Sara bitch.”

  Trevor knew in that moment that there would be no saving his brother from this. He had thought, way in the back of his mind, that one day Burton would realize what he’d been doing for him all these years and come to him about it. Most of the crap he had pulled could
have been forgiven after a while, but not now. He was as dead to Trevor as Trevor was to his brother. Pulling out his own gun, Trevor let out a slow breath as he stood up. It was time—past time—to make sure that his brother didn’t hurt him again.

  Chapter 8

  Andrea moved out of the barn and had to pause a moment to let the sun warm her. Who knew that something so normal, like the sun shining down on your face, could make even the worse day feel not quite so bad? But when someone touched her shoulder, she also knew that time was not on their side. Stepping back, Andrea let the other women out as she kept a close eye out for anyone coming for them. The sound of shots being fired scared her, but right now she had to take care of her group.

  She could see the cars in the distance. It scared her to think that these people, grown men with money, would do such a thing as they were planning. As she thought about what might have happened to her and the others, she also thought about what else could find them and decided to not let that train of thought fester. Those kinds of thoughts could and would cripple her, and she needed to be at her best right now. She made her way to the large rolls of hay that were covered in torn and dirty plastic, and told the girls to get inside of them. It was nasty but they were safe, she hoped.

  “I’ll go with you.” Andrea looked at Penny, who had found a dirty shirt to pull on. “You said that they were shifters. We have to get our scent away from these women or they’ll just come for them. They’ll just follow the trail right to them.”

  “You mean they can smell us?” Penny smiled and nodded. “This is fucking not right, you know that, right? How do you win against things that can sniff you out no matter where you are or what you do? I’m going to lodge a complaint to someone.” Penny laughed and Andrea smiled. She’d been serious, but after thinking about it, she realized how silly it was. Lodge it to who?

  “I do agree with you. But had you not told us what they were, then we’d just be sitting ducks when they came looking for us.” Andrea asked her how to get the scent away. “We have to go and pee on things. Touch it with our bare skin and make sure that our scent is stronger for the wolves so they come toward us, not them.”

  “Pee on things. You mean that having someone come on my back wasn’t bad enough, but now they’re going to be looking for our pee?” Penny nodded again. “When this is over, I want you to tell me everything you know about being a shifter. Everything.”

  “Promise. But you should know that your mate, the one you were telling me about, he’ll tell you more than I ever can.” She hoped so. And that he was honest with her when he did.

  Andrea and Penny split up and she went back to the front of the barn so she could touch the walls in the opposite direction they’d taken the other women. When she saw Penny squatting down in the grass, Andrea did the same. This was insane.

  Andrea saw the guards around the big building in the center of the others as she made her way to another place to touch and pee. They were walking around each of the buildings with their guns out like there was going to be some kind of take over. Giggling quietly, she nearly screamed when someone came up behind her and put their hand over her mouth. Andrea didn’t even hesitate, but grabbed his arm and flipped him over her shoulder to his back. She was on his chest with her ax to his neck before she could think what the fuck she was doing.

  “My name is Benson Gilmore. I’m a friend of...ask Trevor to verify who I am. I was sent to find you.” She didn’t move. “And while you’re at it, can you not tell him that you got the jump on me?”

  “You scared the shit out of me, you dick head. I could have cut you.... You’re looking for us?” He nodded but not much, the ax preventing him from moving. “I’d like to thank you, but for now, I want answers. Where is Trevor?”

  “I’m here.”

  She turned to look up at the man she’d met on the plane. Tears filled her eyes as she moved off the man under her and into Trevor’s arms. As he held her, Andrea felt as if everything was right. The ax was taken from her, but she knew that it wouldn’t be far. All was right with her little world. Her Trevor was there, and he was going to make it all right for her.

  Being held by this man was more than she could have ever hoped for in a hug. His body just seemed to fit hers, and she held him like her life depended on it. He held her as well, telling her that he loved her and that he had her now. Andrea couldn’t seem to stop crying, she was so happy.

  “Oh honey. I’ve missed you.” Andrea nodded, unable to speak. “I just want to take you home and keep you, but we have to take care of this first. These men have to be exposed.”

  “Exposed my ass, we need to kill them all.” She turned and looked at the man on the ground, who winked at her. “Mrs. Dean. You smell like a dead man.” She asked him what he meant, and he looked up at Trevor. Then Benson pointed to her shirt.

  “I took care of the man who did this to you. No man should touch anything that belongs to another. Especially not what is mine.” She wanted more information, but was sure she didn’t either. He just pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Hunger made her cling to him with need, and when he lifted his head, she had a feeling he was just as hungry for her. “When I get you home, I’m going to bathe their scent off you and fuck you until you can’t move.”

  Benson cleared his throat and she felt her face heat up. Then she remembered what she’d been doing. “Oh, scent. I was marking the way away from the women. They’re hiding from the guys who brought us here. We left the barn like I told you, and.... Now we’re peeing on things to draw them away from them. Does that work?”

  Benson told her it did and got up and asked her where they were. She told him and was watching him walk away when she noticed that several wolves started after him. Before she could yell at him to stop, Trevor leaned into her throat and bit her firmly before whispering in her ear.

  “Those belong to us.” She might have asked him why they belonged to anyone, but he turned her again and kissed her. Christ, the man had her wet and needy with just his mouth. She could not wait for him to have her naked. “I can smell you. You’re wet. I could take you right now and you’d scream so loud that the birds would scatter.”

  “Please.” His hand came up under her blouse and he cupped her breast. As he toyed with her nipple, she cupped his cock in her hand and was glad to know that he was just as hard as she was wet. “Take me. I don’t care about the rest, I need to feel you inside of me.”

  He nearly tossed her to the ground, and before she could move or even guess what he was going to do, he was on his knees pulling her borrowed pants off. As soon as his mouth touched her naked pussy, Andrea came, holding him to her as she tried her best not to scream. This was what she needed…the contact of this man and no other.

  He ate her like she was his last meal. Laying back on the ground, she spread her legs wider for him, giving him all that she was and anything else he wanted. Andrea came three times…hard, fast climaxes that left her needing more rather than satisfying her much. When he sat up, she watched him free his cock and fist himself.

  “I’m going to have to mark you again. Do you know what that means?” She asked him if it meant that he was going to fuck her. “Yes, that too. But I’m going to bite you when I come. When we both come. And when we do, you’re going to be mine and my wolf’s. Forever.”

  “Can I bite you too?” He moaned and closed his eyes as he quickened his hand around his cock. “Fuck me, Trevor. I feel like I might die if I don’t have you inside of me now.”

  He leaned over her, his cock at her entrance, and she felt her pussy gush more. She knew that she was soaking his hand and cock—might even be so wet that he would find it too much—but with the feel of his crown there, his cock so ready to fill her, she lifted her hips up and wrapped her legs around him, taking him deeper.

  His cock slid into her; not just that, but seemed to become a part of her. She felt full yet not filled. She wanted more of him, all of him, and pulled his mouth to hers to take it. As soon as his mou
th touched hers, she could taste herself on him. When she licked his mouth and his chin, Trevor started fucking her hard, his cock pounding her so hard that she knew that she’d be sore in the morning. But he was taking her like she knew she was meant to be taken. He lifted his head as he continued to fuck her, and she could see his wolf in his eyes, feel him there just under the surface of all his strength. It made her body yearn to be filled with his cum, needing to feel him mark her.

  “When I come, bite me, love. Sink your teeth into my neck and taste my blood. Drink me down and...Christ, baby, I’m not going to last if you keep that up.” She was pulling on her nipples, rolling them in her fingers until he leaned down and took one in his mouth. When he bit her, tore into her really, she jerked his throat to her mouth and bit him as hard as she could, and her body seemed to simply detonate around her. Every part of her body came then; even her hair felt the way he made her come.

  Blood, hotter than she’d ever thought it would be, filled her mouth. It was sweet tasting, slightly bitter too. And when he cried out and he told her to come, Andrea screamed out her release inside of her head as she sucked hard on his wound and came apart again and again. Her body felt as if she’d put her finger in a light socket and it was shattering her, but in an oh-so-much better way then she had ever felt.

  Again, he told her, come again, and she did. Andrea came five times before he paused in fucking her, his body hard as stone as he bent nearly in half. Trevor threw back his head and she could see his wolf race along his skin as he let out a howl that made her come again, holding onto him for dear life as she came with him, feeling his cum as it not just filled her, but seemed to connect them in a way that was stronger than they’d had before. Everything till that moment, everything in her life, seemed to become meaningless since he hadn’t been in it. And now…now, Andrea knew that she was his.