by Jana Leigh
He made it to the car with no problem and had the agent get into the back seat. When he rounded the front of the car, he saw a Crown Victoria pull into the lot of the building. He grinned, jumped into the driver seat, and buckled his belt. The 4 Runner was designed for him because of his height; they had to special order the car to give him legroom. He instructed the female agent to buckle up, and threw the SUV in reverse and peeled out of the parking space. He decided to take the route around the downtown area because it had narrow streets, which were better if he wanted to lose a tail. With his huge, firm hands, he maneuvered through a maze of thirty blocks, but the Crown Vic refused to be shaken off. The agent suggested he go toward the old airport Boulevard. The traffic was sparse, and there were fewer chances of them involving a pedestrian or innocent driver in the chase they were about to have. She was using her phone to call her supervisors to keep them apprised of the situation. Jolly knew there would be backup soon, but he was guessing the other car was about ready to make a move, and they had run out of time.
Jolly didn't have long to wait, he saw the car increasing its speed, trying to pull alongside the 4 Runner. Jolly skillfully used the defensive driving techniques he taught his employees, and was a little more than irritated when the other driver seemed to be able to anticipate what he was planning. It must not be the driver from the other day because he was a dumbass. Shit, that meant he was a professional and Bailey had a target on her back. Steve would not be happy when he heard that.
Concentrating on staying ahead of the other car, and listening to the agent keep him appraised of where their backup was, Jolly didn't see the huge Hummer headed right for them. He figured it was a bystander until the truck swung in front of him, blocking the road. Jolly tried to avoid the collision, but the Crown Vic rammed him from behind, so he was unable to reduce his speed enough to make the impact gentle. He heard the agent screaming as they plowed into the side of the Hummer. Jolly’s seatbelt pulled against his chest and shoulder with such force, he felt his arm pop and knew it was broken. The airbag deployed and surrounded him, but Jolly knew he needed to think quickly. He ordered the agent, who was sobbing in pain in the back, to get her gun out as he reached for the glove box where Steve stored his backup piece.
Before he could get it in his hand though, he heard the men from the other cars yelling at each other as they approached his side of the SUV. He was pushing the airbag out of his way trying to free himself, so he could protect the female agent in the back along with himself. He never saw the man who fired his gun into the 4 Runner, but he heard the weapon fire and the agent in the back got very quiet. He didn't know whether she was alive or dead. The thought that he had contributed to an officer’s death created a rage that pulsed through him, it gave him the needed strength to get to his weapon. He curled his finger around the trigger and brought it up through his window firing, not caring really whom he hit at that point. Blood from a head wound clouded his vision, and he heard the other person return fire and felt the sting of the bullets entering the muscles on his chest. He refused to go down until he knew they were safe from their attackers. He emptied his clip and heard a few grunts, making him believe he at least hit something. He tried to reload his gun, but his arms refused to cooperate, so he pulled himself out of the car, intending to use self-defense tactics to secure their safety.
There was no one on the outside the car, and Jolly stumbled to find where the threat came from. He heard the screaming sirens coming in their direction as he continued around the 4 Runner. There was no one in the Hummer, and the Crown Victoria was gone. Jolly pulled the small agent out of the car and felt for a pulse. He sighed in gratitude when he felt a weak thread in her neck. He carried her to the grass and laid her next to him as he propped himself against a tree. He saw she had taken at least three bullets in the arm, leg, and shoulder. Thank goodness, it looked like they missed any major organs.
He looked down at his torso and groaned. His Nextel was still attached to his hip, and the earpiece was hopefully working. He had taken at least four bullets to the chest, and he knew one of them hit something important because the blood was pumping out of the hole. The backup was pulling up when he said into the phone.
“Steve?” he whispered because it hurt to take a deep breath, which could only mean he had taken a hit in the lungs.
“Jolly? What’s wrong? I just got Bailey back to the loft, she is secured,” Steve said loudly through the phone.
“Don’t think I am gonna make it to the loft like we planned. Ran into a little bit of a situation here on the way back, let’s get this out of the way, okay? You know you are like a brother to me. I have left my Will in the safe on the second-floor office in the house. You get everything, but I set up a trust for Calli. Make sure she uses it to get her store up and going. I just want her to know I love her and am thinking only about the two of you right now,” Jolly said quietly. The EMTs were running to him and the agent next to him. “Also, man, make sure the agent that was with me is taken care of, I think she will pull through, but she will need rehab. Pay for it man, she did not ask for this.”
“JOLLY!” He heard his best friend yell into the phone, and he blacked out.
Steve was standing in the loft when his best friend called him. Noah, Dallas, and Bailey heard everything the big man said, and caught Steve when he went to his knees. In all their years in the service, Jolly had only been hurt once. He broke a finger when repelling from a helicopter. Steve just never thought the big man would ever be hurt so bad he could die. His best friend and only family was dying, and Steve wasn't with him. They could hear the EMTs yelling in the background but could not understand what they were saying until one of them said, “Holy Shit, he won’t make it to the hospital. Let’s get her in the ambulance first, she is stable at least.”
Bailey cried silently knowing it was because of her the gentle giant was going to die. She would never be able to look at Steve again for being the reason behind his friend’s death. Dallas had a phone, barking orders into the receiver trying to get to the first responders to turn off the Nextel. Steve was crumbling before their eyes, listening to the talking on the Nextel. Finally, they heard the click. The loft was silent, except for Bailey sobbing, and Steve’s ragged crying.
Noah took Bailey and led her to the couch to lie down, then went to his friend’s side and with help from Dallas they got the other man to his feet. Before he could lead him to the couch, Steve ran for the elevators.
“Go with him,” Noah cried to Dallas and watched helplessly as his lover took off after the man.
They made it down to Steve’s 4 Runner before Dallas grabbed the keys from his friend. There was no way he should be driving. Dallas pulled out his cell and pushed his speed dial not really wanting to make this call, but Steve needed Calli.
“Hey there, big guy. Does your woman need more clothes?” Calli answered her phone teasing Dallas. When she met Bailey the other day, the woman had refused to take the clothes Calli brought for her. Of course, she was altering the majority of them because the other woman was so small. Her apartment was full of clothes waiting to be delivered to Dallas and Noah’s loft. She had spent the last four days working on getting them ready. For what the men paid her, she should have had her team working overtime, but they had assured her it was not a rush job. If she knew them, it was because they were keeping her tied to the bed convincing her to stay with them. God, how she envied the woman, she wished she could actually think like that.
Jolly and Steve had been after her for the last few years, but she had managed to keep them at arm’s length because she wasn't convinced a relationship like that could work. After all, two men and one woman, there had to be some jealousy that would come into play. Calli would rather refrain from losing her friends. She didn’t have a lot to begin with. She had been a runway model for a few years, traveling all over the world. That kind of lifestyle didn't promote close friends. When she decided to settle down and make a go of her designing business, she set
tled in Denver to be close to her family. They were a pain in the ass, but she loved them. Calli and Noah had met one afternoon at a craft store. They had become fast friends, and it led her to one of the closest relationships she’d ever had outside her family. She was six feet tall and gorgeous. Most women didn't want to be her friend since when they went out, all the guys would stare at her—competition sucked.
“Calli,” Dallas said softly and Calli dropped the dress she was working on. Dallas never sounded like this so something bad had happened. Her first thought was Noah again. The last time Dallas called her like this was to tell her Noah had been shot at the courthouse. Their group of friends had grown only to accept a few people, because none of them were very trusting, and they loved their privacy. So when they found someone they trusted, all of them welcomed them into their small little group. Right now, it consisted of Dallas, Noah, Steve, Jolly, Calli, and Ginny, and of course, Bailey. They all hung out together weekly and more often than not, they ate dinner at least twice a week together. They all liked the same things and felt comfortable around each other.
“No, Dallas, I don’t want to hear it,” she started and began gathering her things together, knowing that she needed to be ready to go to her friend’s side. “Okay, sorry, is it Noah? Bailey?” she whispered into the phone.
“No, baby, Jolly,” he said, and she screamed into the phone before dropping it and running for her door. She could barely think straight and knew she had to be with Steve, so she grabbed the keys to her car and raced out to the little sports car she had just purchased. Calli was classically beautiful and loved to stay on the cutting edge of fashion. She had short, spiky blue hair that was dyed monthly to match the color of her eyes. Calli loved the glances she got when she went to a store. More often than not, it led to customers who were drawn to her style and personality. Though she got a lot of attention, she only had a few close friends because she hated the superficial people who only wanted to hang out with her because she used to be famous.
“See how this was all just a plot to grab ahold of me? They made me feel sorry for them and then grabbed me,” Calli laughed and looked around to make sure her men were not in the room. “Okay, just messing.”
All the women laughed at Calli and Bailey teased, “Don’t tell me, they have been spanking again?”
“Yeah, I tell you what, sometimes I get in trouble on purpose ‘cause the sex is amazing,” Calli whispered. “But they figured it out, and now they will take away the hair dye, that just pisses me off.”
All of them laughed. Bailey replied, “You know, I'm not even sure what your real hair color is. I have seen it pink, blue, purple, red, hmmmmm. What is it?”
Calli chuckled and fingered her now blue hair; she loved changing it. Hell, she wasn't even sure what the real color was herself. When she started dying it years ago, she had dishwater blonde, boring, plain hair. She was not a boring person, so she changed it. Steve and Jolly were the only ones who were allowed to see the pictures from before. And the only reason they were allowed is because they found them.
Her men were the owners of a successful security company. They guarded famous people and then just helped others. But they were friends with this group. They would always make sure they were safe, no matter what the cost. Jolly and Steve promised to finish this battle with their friends, it was personal since Jolly was shot.
She lifted a glass of wine and looked around the room. All of these women had come to mean a lot to her. If not for them, she would probably never have gotten her own company off the ground. Her designing was what kept her going. She designed each and every one of their wedding dresses. She looked at Jazz and smiled. Hers was delivered just yesterday, and Phoebe's was in the works. She only had Lily left. However, she knew that Lily would be the last. Out of all of them, she was the one who was the dreamer. She planned on doing the Cinderella dress for her—it was already being made.
Jolly walked into the room and winked at her. Then he made a small motion with his head, Calli smiled and excused herself saying she had to go to the restroom. When she turned the corner where Jolly had been standing, Steve appeared also and they surrounded her.
“I miss you,” Steve growled and then kissed her. She loved the feel of their hands on her body. They were big and commanding, and her body sung every time they touched it. She felt Jolly move a hand between them and cup her breast as Steve explored her mouth with a brazen passion that took her breath away.
When Steve released her mouth, Jolly took over, not even giving her a chance to suck in a breath. “Trapped you, huh?” Jolly said when he pulled away.
Calli giggled and replied, “Well, maybe not completely trapped.”
“I should tan that ass for that,” Steve said, Calli sighed and ran her hands down his chest.
“OR you could totally not, and instead we could sneak into the bathroom here and release some of this tension,” Calli said and then licked her lips slowly. She knew her men, and they would go for it if she pushed.
Steve quickly pushed them into the bathroom and shut the door before turning and grinning at her.
She slowly unbuttoned her pants and lowered them, bending and showing them the thong she was wearing. They both sucked in their breaths when she wiggled her ass at them.
“Come over here, baby girl,” Jolly said. She loved it when he called her that; it was like the first time all over again.
Calli walked slowly over to where Jolly was standing and put her hand on his chest. Calli was excited. She and her husbands had not made love in a few days. There had been so much tension and then all the stuff with the attempted hits—kinda put a damper on the whole sex thing. Her men were happy to hold her and know she was okay at night. “So, Jolly, you think I have been a bad girl, huh?” she muttered and bent to kiss his chest. “Maybe I can earn some of that punishment you seem to be willing to dish out. How about you just stand here for a minute while I do some of the work?”
Jolly groaned his approval and put his head back while she kissed every inch of his torso, running her tongue over his nipples and nipping at them as she unbuttoned his shirt for him.
Steve ran his hands over her back and circled around so he could work on her breasts from behind. Peeling her shirt over her head quickly as not to break the spell they had all fallen under, he kissed her neck and whispered things in her ear that had her soaking wet before too long.
“Baby girl, I am gonna fuck you so hard, you will be begging for me and Jolly to finish you off,” he whispered.
Calli was feeling a little desperate to feel one of her men inside her. She quickly unfastened Jolly’s pants and pushed them down before angling him back against the lower counter where a stack of towels laid. Jolly knocked them on the ground and sat. Perfect height, she thought.
“I am gonna ride you, big boy,” she whispered, then smiled when he grabbed her around the waist and helped her crawl over him to get settled.
She straddled Jolly and continued to kiss him. Calli finally lowered herself on his thick and ready cock. She went slowly because he was so big. It stretched her every time she moved and she loved the feel of him entering her—it never got old.
Steve pushed between her shoulder blades, she leaned forward so her ass was in the air, but still had Jolly buried in her. She moaned when she felt him use a finger to rim her ass. Jolly took over whispering encouraging things while Steve prepared her. He used all of her juice to lubricate himself and her. Slowly, he pushed a finger into her and then two, moving them slowly but firmly, stretching her so she could take him.
“Easy,” Jolly said. Then pushed up into her to make her feel full and Cali moaned her approval, but they were going to drive her crazy, and their friends were right out in the living room, probably wondering where the hell she went to.
“We have to be quiet,” she said desperately.
“Why, are you afraid they will know what we are doing? Baby, I want you to scream so loud the others are jealous of us,” Steve whispere
d in her ear.
“I have to move,” Calli said breathlessly.
“Not yet, Steve isn't done playing yet, baby girl. We know how you like it, hard and fast. That's why we are gonna tease you a little, this is your punishment. We are going to drive you crazy. Maybe we will bring you to the brink, then stop, and send you back out to sit,” Jolly whispered.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she said pulling back looking into her man's eyes. They had been together for almost a year and they could still touch her with the words they said. It was always like the first time when they made love.
“You love it when one of us pushes in while the other pulls out. Your pussy pulses just thinking about it, what will you do when we're inside you? I will play with your clit while Steve makes these perky, little nipples stand up and beg us to touch them,” Jolly whispered as Steve pushed in and out with his fingers making sure she was ready for him. They were always so careful when they took her like this. She loved her time alone with each of them, but she also loved the inventive ways they had learned how to take her together.
“YES,” she cried and felt Steve push the head of his cock into the opening in her rear. She loved the slight pinch and burn, then the fullness. They were all connected when they made love like this. Calli clenched with them inside her, holding them still while Steve entered her.
Steve pushed gently until he was seated inside of her fully. Then he waited for a minute to catch his breath before starting to move. He did all the work pushing and pulling her hips to set a rhythm. Jolly had to sit there while Calli moved with Steve, he held her hips steady and soon they were breathless.
Together they worked in a symphony of pleasure that swept and enveloped all of them. Calli leaned over and took Jolly’s mouth with hers, desperately trying to keep her cries of passion quiet.
