Ask Me No Questions

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “She’s great, Cash. I can’t believe how good Stryker looks. He isn’t even using a cane,” Garrett said to him.

  “I know. Cass has helped him a lot the past few weeks. Stryker is trying to work up to running with her so he can share going jogging together.”

  “Wow, that could take some time. He said his muscles are real tight and his bones ache a lot.”

  “That’s from not using them. He was a mess and didn’t try to do any of his exercises. It was bad,” Cash said, watching Stryker hold Cassidy in his arms. She was nuzzling against Stryker’s neck as they spoke with Red and Gunner.

  “It took someone special, someone like Cassidy, to change that. Like I said, she’s special. I’ll never forget what Cassidy did for me those years ago. I was a total prick.”

  “I don’t think you could have been as bad as Stryker. At least you worked here and socialized a little. He wouldn’t leave the house.”

  Cash felt the emotions. He didn’t want to think about those bad times. He wanted to focus on the good and on what was yet to come with Cass.

  “Well, we’ll all look out for her, Cash. We’ll keep our eyes peeled. Word spreads fast around Tranquility when a community member is in danger. She’ll be just fine.”

  “I hope so, and I appreciate that, Garrett. Thanks.”

  Garrett headed back to the bar, and Cash took a sip from his beer. He locked gazes with Cassidy, and she looked concerned. He didn’t want her to feel on edge, so he pretended to smile. He watched her excuse herself from the conversation and head toward him. He locked gazes with Stryker, who smiled, which was rare, and even that affected Cash.

  “Hey, are you okay?” she asked Cash as she pressed up against him, lay her palms against his chest, and held his gaze.

  He ran his hand along her lower back and pressed her closer.

  “I’m great, Cass. Because of you.” He lowered his mouth toward hers, and she stood on her tiptoes to reach his lips, and they kissed.

  He loved her with all his heart, and tonight, he would tell her.

  * * * *

  Cassidy felt like a huge weight had lifted from her chest after speaking to Gunner and his friends about Blaze. He really felt that he could help her.

  This town was amazing, and so were the people who lived there. She’d never had anything like this before, and it seemed as if it was all too good to be true.

  She leaned back against Stryker’s chest as he helped to undress her. The others were all there in the bedroom. All waiting to make love to her. It had been a special evening, and she loved each of them very much.

  “You were the sexiest woman at Casper’s tonight, Cass. I couldn’t wait to get you home and get lost inside of you,” Stryker told her as he kissed her neck and unclipped her bra.

  She closed her eyes and relaxed her breathing until Cash lifted her thigh up over his shoulder and tongued her cunt.

  She gripped his head and leaned back against Stryker as Cash prepared her pussy for cock.

  “You’re going to give me a big head, Stryker. I wasn’t the sexiest woman there.” She practically moaned as she came. She felt Cash’s fingers replace his tongue, and she rocked her hips.

  “I’m telling you the truth, and you will be getting a big head. Mine,” Stryker told her as he pressed his cock between her ass cheeks.

  She rocked against him. “I need it, Stryker. I want you too.”

  Cash pulled his fingers from her cunt and lifted her up and against his chest.

  “We aim to please. Stryker, grab the lube.”

  Cash lay on the edge of the bed, and she straddled his waist. Her pussy was on fire with need, and she gripped his cock and lowered herself onto his shaft. She moaned as Cash grunted, and then she began to move. She was on a mission to scratch this deep itch she felt in her core and in her cunt. She felt wild, needy, and salacious in her appetite. She rocked back and forth then looked at Coast as Cash cupped her breasts and pulled the nipples.

  “Coast, come to me.”

  “Oh fuck,” Memphis whispered, stroking his cock from his place in the chair by the bed. Orlando was doing the same thing on the other side. Coast climbed onto the bed and reached for her hair. He took a fistful.

  “Someone feeling sassy?” he asked.

  “Someone is feeling very naughty,” she told him then lowered her mouth to his shaft and licked the bulbous head before nipping the outer ring of skin.

  “Fuck, Cass, don’t do that, or I’ll come before I get to fuck that mouth, baby.”

  She ignored him and licked his cock then took it deeper into her mouth. She rocked her hips and then felt the smack to her ass.

  “Be a good girl, Cass, and we’ll give you more cock than you can handle,” Stryker said.

  She felt Coast rock his hips against her mouth. Cash thrust upward, holding his cock deep in her pussy, and Stryker pressed cold lube to her ass, working his fingers in and out then nibbled along her spine. It was torture.

  Just as she was losing her patience and about to come, she felt Stryker pull out his fingers and replace them with his cock.

  “Get ready, naughty girl. You’re about to get that big head I mentioned.”

  She inhaled, and he thrust into her ass, making her moan. In and out, Stryker and Cash worked in sync, along with Coast. They stroked their cocks deep inside her, marking her, loving her, and sealing their hearts forever. She moaned as Coast came in her mouth then pulled free.

  “More. More,” she demanded to Stryker and Cash, who thrust together hard and fast, making her scream her release.

  Cash followed as he thrust upward and came hard.

  Then she felt Stryker wrap an arm around her waist and nip her neck as he pulled her back. Cash slid out, and Orlando slid underneath her to take his place. They gave her no reprieve as Orlando slid right up into her cunt, and he and Stryker continued to make love to her.

  She was moaning and panting, trying to catch her breath. Her breasts bobbed and swayed, and then she felt the smack to her ass. Then Stryker grabbed her hips hard and thrust into her ass three more times before he came. He roared and pressed against her, kissing her shoulders and her neck.

  “I love you, baby.”

  “I love you.” She panted.

  Stryker slid out, and she felt the loss, but then she felt the cool liquid to her anus again. Two strokes with Memphis’s fingers was all it took for her to scream another release. She shook and shivered and then felt Memphis fill her ass with thick, hard, cock. Her muscles tightened, and then Memphis and Orlando worked together until Orlando came.

  “I fucking love you, Cass. I love you,” Orlando said and kissed her.

  Memphis wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back, his cock deep in her ass. Orlando slid out, and Coast jumped into place. She felt as if there was an assembly line of cock as she took Coast’s hard dick into her well-loved pussy.

  She panted for air. “Oh God, I can’t take it. It’s too much. I won’t be able to walk,” she said and heard the chuckles, and then she felt the hands massage her ass and her thighs.

  “You’ll be just fine, baby. You were made for us,” Cash told her.

  “Oh God.” She moaned as she felt the gush of cream lubricate her pussy once again.

  Coast grabbed her cheeks and pulled her down for a deep kiss. Memphis slapped her ass and rocked his hips three more times against her ass then came with a roar.

  “I love you, baby. I fucking love you and this fucking ass so much.”

  Smack. Smack.

  She gasped and came again. “I love you too, Memphis, and that great big cock of yours.” She heard them all chuckle.

  Then Memphis pulled from her ass and cupped her cheeks to look her in the eyes. “That’s right, baby. My cock belongs to you. You’re my everything.” He kissed her mouth and then stepped from the bed.

  Coast lifted her a little higher and suckled her breast as she rode him. She felt her body tighten and knew she was going to come. But Coast had a different p
lan as he rolled her to her back, spread her thighs over his shoulders, and thrust into her hard and fast. She screamed out his name as she came, and he followed.

  “I love you, Cass. I love you.”

  “I love you too,” she said panting and then held him against her chest as they both calmed their breathing.

  * * * *

  It was seven a.m. when Gunner got off the phone with his friend in Houston P.D. He couldn’t believe what had happened. The guy after Cassidy was wanted for crashing into Cassidy’s old roommate’s car, striking her, and demanding to know where Cassidy was. The detectives determined that Lynn didn’t give an exact location but that she’d said two hours north of Houston. He’d skipped bail and had never shown up for his court date in assault charges at a bar fight he’d cause the week before. The man was a mental case. As the detectives interviewed Blaze’s friends, they found out that he’d left town two days ago to hunt Cassidy down. He was packed with supplies and weapons, which meant he must already be in Tranquility if the fucker had figured shit out.

  Gunner quickly dialed Cash’s number.

  The second he answered the phone, Gunner rambled off what he knew.

  “Is she there with you?”

  “No. She went for a run twenty minutes ago.”

  “Get the others, get your guns, and look for her. I have men on the way, and I’m headed to your ranch now. Does her route cross the main roadway back to your place from town?”

  “Yes. She zigzags between the ranches and the roadway. She’ll come out by the Emmersons’ place.”

  “I’ll meet you. Find her, Gunner. This guy has finally lost his mind. He’s going to kill her.”

  * * * *

  “Everybody up. We’ve got a situation,” Cash told his brothers and began filling them in as they all woke up and got dressed.

  “I’m going too,” Stryker told them.

  “No, Stryker, stay here in case that asshole hasn’t found her yet and she comes back around this way. Gunner is assuming that Blaze knows Cassidy is here. He may have been watching her the last two days. He hurt her roommate. His own friends aren’t covering for him anymore because they know he’s lost it.”

  “Okay, I’ll get a gun and call Red. He can look out from his place too,” Stryker told them.

  It was a mad rush to find Cassidy before Blaze did. By the time they headed out to their trucks and Memphis went out on horseback with Coast, their phones were ringing, and the CB radios in the truck were going off.

  Orlando reached for the CB radio, hearing police dispatch indicating a sighting on Cassidy. A black pickup truck appeared to be chasing her, and she’d headed toward the woods.

  “Get that information to Coast and Memphis,” Cash said as he gunned the gas pedal and headed south a little distance before the last sighting. They would have to take a guess as to where to park the truck and go in on foot.

  “Tell Coast and Memphis to head that way through the woods. Hopefully they meet up with her before that guy does.” Cash told Orlando.

  * * * *

  Cassidy was running along the path and heading toward the Emmersons’ place when she had this funny feeling in her gut. It grew stronger the farther she went away from the men. She tried to laugh it off as being clingy. She did love them. They had been spending every waking hour together for the most part, and maybe she was feeling a little freaked out?

  But then she looked around her as she ran. This place, Tranquility, was heaven. It was so beautiful and open. There weren’t a lot of houses or construction on the outskirts of town, and it almost seemed untouched, unscathed by evil and violence. It was sort of ironic that it ended up becoming home to soldiers. Men and women who experienced violence and evil of the greatest kind.

  She looked farther ahead as she was running along the road by the Emmersons’ place when she heard the rev of a diesel engine in the distance. She turned to look and recognized the truck immediately. She had to do a double take. It was Blaze’s. She stopped short, in shock for a moment, and as he got closer and seemed as if he was going to run her over, she ran toward the grass and behind the house. She could hear the engine rev up as if it was hitting bumps and getting some air.

  Oh my God, he found me. He’s going to kill me. What do I do?”

  As she ran toward the woods, thinking the trees would stop the truck, she wondered where to head. If she headed toward the ranch, and the guys were still sleeping, then Blaze could kill them before Cassidy warned them. But if she headed deeper into the woods and farther from help, Blaze could catch her and kill her anyway.

  She decided that she needed to trust in her men. They’d said they would protect her, and she believed them. She decided to head back that way.

  Cassidy was trekking up the steep incline of the woods, moving as fast as her legs would allow. They were burning, and she felt her muscles protest as she pushed onward.

  She could sense him getting closer. He ditched the truck and was chasing her on foot. She was scared but her instincts took over despite the bad thoughts forming in her head.

  She was being hunted. She had no weapons, no back up, just her legs, her will to live and to get to help in the ranch. But what if everyone was still sleeping? What if she couldn’t get there in time? What if Blaze caught up to her?

  Cassidy was running as fast as she could through the trees when she heard Blaze call her name.

  “Don’t run, Cass. It will only make your punishment worse. I told you to never leave me.”

  She cried out, his voice making her scared, and knowing how determined and resourceful he was made her shake and lose her footing. Her knee scared the dirt and rocks as she descended over the top. The ranch was in sight through the trees. She could make it.

  “You’re making this worse. I’ve waited months to find you. I hunted for you everywhere. I even went to New York to try to find you. You’ll pay for lying to me. That bitch friend will die next for lying too.”

  “Go away. I don’t want anything to do with you,” she yelled and then continued running.

  “I’ll kill you right now, Cassidy. I’ll end it all right now I’m so fucking pissed off at you.”

  She heard the gun go off. Felt it whiz by her head and hit the tree directly in front of her.

  She screamed and then ducked and continued running but, this time, zigzagging between the trees so it would be more difficult for him to hit her.

  He continued to take shots at her. Someone had to have heard those shots.

  She was getting so tired. She couldn’t keep up this pace. He was going to catch her. The clearing toward the ranch was straight ahead. She ran forward and could see flashing red lights and men in the distance.

  She ran forward and felt the strike to her back, and then she was tackled to the ground. She landed with a hard thump. Blaze’s two hundred plus pounds of muscle and anger left her unable to breathe. The wind was knocked out of her, and then she felt the strikes to her body and her face. She was gasping for air and swinging her fists anywhere she could to buy her time to catch her breath.

  “I’m going to kill you, bitch. I told you to never leave me. We’ll die together.”

  He held the knife in his hand, and he struck down. She grabbed for his wrists with all her might as she turned her head to the right. He missed her face, hitting her upper shoulder and cutting the skin. She bit his wrist, knowing she couldn’t match his strength with hers.

  “Fuck.”

  He roared, and she broke the skin, tasted the metallic liquid, and spit. He forearmed her throat and then started banging on her body. He was going to beat her to death. He rose up again, and she heard the shot. She heard the yelling from a distance and then looked through blurry eyes at Blaze’s face. His eyes were wide. Then a bullet struck him right in the forehead, sending him backward and off of her.

  She cried out in pain and shock, her body quivering as the pain sank in.

  “Cassidy. Oh God, Cassidy.”

  It was Memphis and Coast.
/>   She cried out, and they consoled her as Gunner, Teddy, and Jim arrived along with Cash and Orlando.

  “Just lie still, Cassidy. An ambulance is on the way,” Gunner told her. She moaned and cried and couldn’t move.

  “He’s dead, baby. He can’t hurt you anymore. God, you’re all beaten up,” Cash said, kneeling down next to her.

  “He cut her. I saw the fucking knife.” Coast wiped the blood from her mouth. “You’re bleeding here too. Is your mouth okay?”

  “I bit him,” she said with a shaky voice.

  “Which one of you guys shot him?” Teddy asked them.

  She looked around her at all the men, and no one took credit for it. Then she heard the truck and Red and Stryker call her name.

  “Is she alive?” Stryker asked.

  “She’s okay. Someone was able to get a good shot and kill him before he killed Cassidy.”

  Red patted Stryker on the shoulder. “I told you you still had it in you, son. I knew you could take that shot at that distance.”

  “Stryker, that had to be over two hundred yards away,” Gunner said to him.

  Stryker stared at Cassidy, and she sniffled.

  “I promised Cassidy I would protect her from that guy. I couldn’t run to save her. Everyone else was too far away, and I could see him hurting her then trying to kill her with the knife. I took a chance and took the shot. No one is taking away the best thing that’s ever happened to me and the team. No one,” Stryker said.

  Memphis hollered out, “ooh rah,” and the others joined in too.

  “Ooh rah,” Cassidy whispered and then cringed as the paramedics came onto the scene.

  Chapter 12

  Cassidy stood next to Stryker in Casper’s. She was all bandaged up from bruised ribs and stitches to her shoulder. She looked at Lynn and hugged her again. She was so relieved that Lynn was okay and that Blaze hadn’t let her die in the car fire he’d caused.

  Lynn’s men, Chris and Jim, were enjoying conversation with Coast and Gunner as Cash, Orlando, and Memphis stood nearby keeping an eye on her.