Sandman stared at her a moment before he looked down at the paper. He was utterly impressed with her strength. She wasn’t the type of woman to sit back and have everyone do all the work. She was a team player and it made him feel proud. That was an odd feeling to have, considering his other thought was how badly he wanted to sink his cock into her sweet, tight folds and make love to her for hours. He wanted to take her mind off of all this blood, gore, and heartache and just hold her, get lost in her body as he and his brothers explored what was theirs. He knew he sounded possessive, obsessed in a way, but he didn’t care. When all this was done and over, he and his brothers would take Grace away for a while and get lost in themselves.
“Sandman?” Big Jay said, interrupting his thoughts. Sandman cleared his throat and looked back at the papers.
He looked at the list from the file again as he read it off to Grace.
“One tire iron with blood stain, one set of plastic adjustable ties, one winter coat, a set of leather restraints with blood stains and some rope.”
Grace put her head down on the table. She was trying to think. She felt in her heart there was something there but she just couldn’t see it.
They had been working on the file for a couple of hours. They went over the other cases and Grace looked exhausted.
“Let’s take a break for now, Grace. I’ll call Donald and find out who else was on the detective’s list as a possible suspect at the time. My agents will find out more about them and recheck their alibis. If you think she knew her killer, then we may have something to work with. Good job, honey,” Sandman told her as he gave her a kiss on the cheek.
* * * *
Grace stepped outside for some fresh air. Her ears absorbed the sounds of the pond and waterfall as well as the birds singing and peacefulness in the isolation and safety of the men’s home.
She took a deep breath as visions of her sister’s body kept flashing in her mind. The evidence that was found in Stew Parker’s home disgusted her. The ideas of what the killer had done to her made her stomach churn. She knew her sister suffered, she knew she was raped and tortured like some animal. This killer had no respect for human life, for body or soul. He had no soul of his own. Though after listening to the similarities in the cases and the way he killed each of his victims, Grace couldn’t help but feel the killer was killing with conviction. To him he had a purpose, a rationale. Kind of like a hobby. He was exact in all the killings. The way he tied them up or used the handcuffs to control them and keep them in place and then placed tape over their eyes. He tortured each of them the same way and he didn’t deviate from his pattern. The only exceptions were the males that were found murdered in a similar fashion that Sandman, Big Jay, and Duke thought were connected somehow. Those men weren’t raped but they were left on public display and exposed naked. What the hell did that mean?
Although she couldn’t handle looking at most of the crime scene pictures, she did notice that there wasn’t a lot of blood. The killer may be meticulous.
Grace shook her head in amazement and shock. What the hell did she know about police work or homicides, crime scenes or any of the gruesome procedures and skills that went along with it? She was a civilian, a photographer. Maybe that was it. She was used to looking at a scene or subject in a different way as a photographer. The person was an object that she had to portray and make them come across in certain ways.
She made models look even more beautiful, goddess like, or like fine art. That was why she had the reputation she did. She was an expert in the field and the models wanted Grace to take their pictures, beautify them, enhance their qualities, make magazines want them over other models and Grace did just that.
Sandman, Big Jay, and Duke stepped out onto the patio to join Grace, and she explained her thoughts and feelings with them.
“It’s amazing how in tune you are to this. You do come from a law enforcement background. Maybe it’s in your blood?” Big Jay asked as he took her hand and placed her palm against his lips. She smiled at him and wondered if he was right.
“Technically, you’ve come up with a profile for this killer without even knowing it. We’ll work on that next, right now there’s something else I could really use,” Duke stated then pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply.
In a flash, Duke was lifting her up and she was straddling his waist.
* * * *
Grace grabbed ahold of Duke’s cheeks and held his gaze. “I feel desperate,” she told him as he pressed her back against the wall of the house. Sandman and Big Jay stood on either side of Grace, staring down at her. She absorbed their facial expressions, their ginormous sizes and how attracted she was to all three of them.
“Desperate for what?” Big Jay asked then pressed a strand of hair back behind her ear. She closed her eyes as she absorbed the tingling sensation from his touch, combined with Duke’s cock that was pressed hard against her mound.
“Desperate for all three of you to always be with me, part of me…in me.” She immediately saw the change in Duke’s eyes.
“In you is where I need to be right now, baby.” Duke covered her mouth and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his head and thrust her pussy against his cock. She felt every sensation and sensed the movement around them and the sounds of the small waterfall descending into the Koi pond. There was the beat of their hearts, the scuffling of clothing, and belt buckles banging to the porch wooden flooring. She ravaged Duke’s mouth, felt the hands moving up both thighs, and knew they belonged to Sandman and Big Jay.
Duke released her lips and kissed along her throat as he undid his pants, shoved them down as fingers ripped her panties from her body.
“Oh God, yes, yes, please,” she begged of them, head tilted back, and legs wide. Suddenly a cock shoved into her pussy.
“I need you so badly it hurts, baby. It actually fucking hurts.” Duke thrust into her hard. He stroked her pussy repeatedly, grinding his cock through her vaginal muscles as she gripped his shoulders and counterthrusted. She wanted to get lost in the intense need and desire these men brought on.
“More. I need more.”
Duke pulled her from the wall and turned then sat down in a long chaise lounge. He spread his thighs and increased his thrusts as she fell to her back on top of the cushion. She locked gazes with him and then Sandman and Big Jay who stood there naked with their cocks in their hands stroking themselves and watching her.
“I want you, too,” she said, and Duke paused in his strokes.
“Together, baby? Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure. I want to feel you all everywhere. I want to taste you,” she said to Big Jay.
Duke stood up then lifted Grace up, too. He took position on the chaise lounge, spreading his thighs over the edge. Big Jay pushed over another chair and kneeled on it. She wondered what they were doing then understood as Duke turned her in his arms so that she straddled him.
“Ride my cock, baby,” Duke whispered as he pulled off her shirt and Sandman unclipped her bra, removing it while his thighs tapped against her shoulder blades. She lowered herself onto Duke’s shaft, sucking in a deep breath because his cock felt so hard. “Come down here.” He cupped her breasts and tweaked the nipples before kissing her lips. The kiss was so sensual she felt her body release small spasms and lubricate Duke’s pathway in and out of her pussy.
“Oh yeah, baby. You like when we play with your tits don’t you?”
“Yes.”
She felt Sandman’s hands pressing her back lower and Big Jay scooted the bench closer. As she thrust her hips up and down, she turned to see Big Jay holding his cock. She stared at the size of it and wondered how the hell that fit inside of her. She licked her lips. “That’s right, darling. This is for you.” Big Jay moved his cock closer and she stuck her tongue out to take a little taste. Duke thrust upward and Sandman began to play with her anus.
“Oh.” She began to moan when Jay pressed his cock between her lips. She accepted h
is move, relished in the sweet, musky taste of male flesh, then tried to remain calm. Sandman was pressing a second digit into her ass and Duke was playing with her breasts.
“We want you at the same time. Each of us inside of you together, connected as one,” Sandman whispered. She moaned a response, and Big Jay chuckled. He caressed her hair then stroked his cock deeper.
“Just like that, baby. Suck it all in. Make me yours.” Big Jay’s words were shockingly arousing. She began to find a rhythm, a way to accept his length and girth without feeling panicked for air. She relaxed her throat just as Sandman replaced his fingers with his cock.
The three of them took over control of her body and she wasn’t complaining. She felt so feminine and comparable to some sex goddess who could satisfy three men’s hunger with her body alone. The three of them made love to her in such a way she wondered if they had some magical powers only brothers could have.
Duke held her hips as she moved her mouth back and forth over Big Jay’s cock. Sandman gripped her hair and leaned over her, his cock deep in her ass.
“Damn, Grace, you drive me fucking crazy.” He nipped her ear as she moaned against Big Jay’s cock.
“Fuck, brother, keep it up. Her mouth feels so incredible sucking my cock. I’m coming, baby.” Big Jay thrust faster and Sandman held her there while Duke thrust up and down.
She was losing her strength, her ability to remain upright as Big Jay exploded inside her mouth. She swallowed as quickly as she could, wanting to taste every bit of him and satisfy him. He made a noise as he pulled from her mouth. “Damn, baby, that was fucking hot.” Big Jay sat down on the bench and leaned back. She was trying to catch her breath when she felt Duke begin a series of hard upward thrusts while Sandman remained still in her ass.
“Oh God, I can’t take it. I’m losing my strength,” she admitted.
“Hold on, baby, we’re almost there,” Duke said as he pumped faster. She fell to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and continued his thrusts as Sandman grabbed ahold of her hips and pounded into her from behind. They were all moaning and panting. “Oh!” She screamed her release.
“Damn.” Duke roared and Sandman continued his strokes then shoved into her hard, exploding into her ass. The three of them lay still, catching their breath as the sounds of water flowing, birds singing, and the peacefulness of the seclusion around them took place of their moaning and thrusts.
“Sweet mother of God, you’re incredible. That was incredible,” Duke said as he cupped her face between his hands and kissed her hard on the mouth. She started to lift up as Sandman began to ease out of her.
“Slow down, sweetheart. Let Duke carry you inside,” he said in that commanding bossy tone of his. But this time, she accepted it and allowed him and his brothers to take care of her while she closed her eyes and rested.
* * * *
Sarah and Eric turned on the news after breakfast. The reporters were talking about Maggie and the serial killer. He had put himself in a new category of Cop Killer and the public was scared. It hit Sarah hard as the reporter stated that the killer was looking for Grace Thompson.
“Sources close to the investigation say that Grace Thompson has been placed in protective custody for her safety, and our sources say she is still in the state of Texas and merely a half an hour’s plane ride away. More information is being verified at this time and I will have the latest for you as soon as I can,” the reporter said as she continued the news report.
“Oh my God, Eric, someone found out where she is. The killer.” Sarah began to say but Eric cut her off.
“It’s all right, Sarah, she’s going to be fine. She’s with the investigator and the reporter didn’t say they knew Grace’s exact location,” Eric told her as the phone began to ring in the kitchen.
Sarah picked it up and Frank called to see if she’d heard the report.
“Donald is pissed off right now along with the agents. We don’t know who’s leaking the information, Mom. Sandstone made sure none of us knew where she was headed. As far as I know, Grace doesn’t even know where she is,” Frank told her as he continued to calm his mother down.
“What about Grace? Does she know about the reports?” Sarah asked.
“No she doesn’t. Jim is going to contact Sandstone and let him know. I told him they should keep the information from Grace. If she finds out, then she’ll want to come home,” Frank said.
“You’re right, Frank. She would want to come home. Do you think she’ll be safe with him?” she asked her son.
“Yeah, Mom. He’ll keep her safe, I’m sure of it,” Frank stated confidently. They talked a few more minutes, then he hung up the phone.
* * * *
“This is bad news, Jim. Does Sandman know about the news report this morning? How could this happen?” Agent Burbank, the senior investigator with the FBI, asked Detective Jim Warner.
“I just got off the phone with Sandstone, sir. He’s going to keep the information away from Miss Thompson. She’s having a hard time dealing with her brother’s girlfriend’s death. She wants to come back home. Sandstone said he could handle it. I don’t know who leaked the information, but I’m going to find out,” Jim stated.
“This case is getting worse by the week. Now this sicko kills a cop. Have you got any other leads?” Senior Investigator Burbank asked.
“No, sir. Not right now. Sandstone did say that Grace was possibly onto something. He’ll call with more updates as they become available. Meanwhile we’re still looking closely at her sister’s case. We’re going to reinterview some of the people who were questioned the first time around. Maybe we’ll find something there. Also, those other murders that Sandstone think may be connected were all associated with one another through volunteer communities. Either they helped organize, gain funds, or fought for government funding for projects together. Not sure if that’s a link or if they just all happen to be good citizens,” Jim explained. “It’s something Sandstone was figuring out.”
“Well, I’ve known Sandman for quite some time. The man knows how to solve the unsolvable. If he thinks there’s a connection then let’s start putting some serious manpower on that idea. Let me know if you need the agents’ help.”
“I will, sir. Thank you.”
“Okay. Give Sandstone my best when you speak to him next. If you need anything else just call me.”
* * * *
Sandman listened as Grace talked to his brothers about photography and working with models. He listened to the way she described her profession and the environment she worked in.
She was an amazing young woman. She had gone through so much in such a short amount of time. She was strong and independent, not wanting to rely on anyone for help or get too close for that matter.
He did though. He was slowly beginning to tear down that wall. She was so beautiful, so sexy, and he wondered if any relationship would continue after the case was over. He had his fears about commitment as well but that was before he met Grace. He had been so afraid to get close to any one woman. He saw the struggles in the relationship between his father and his mother. He didn’t want that kind of life. His father put the Marine Corps first and there was always another mission. While other husbands were beginning to plan for retirement or slow down a little, his father was determined to volunteer for more missions. One more dangerous than the next. He had no problem leaving his wife and he never gave it a second thought. His mother was very strong and so supportive, yet she cried continually fearing for her husband’s life, having difficulty dealing with the loneliness.
He felt that was what actually killed her. She became depressed and eventually mentally unstable. She didn’t have any problems with her heart but it just gave out on her one day. The doctors said it was a stroke but he felt she died from a broken heart. His father hadn’t even made it to her funeral. He was on some crazy mission and there was no way to contact him. The thoughts angered Sandman all over again. The relationship between him and his father beg
an to weaken and he lost respect for him. While others would compliment Sandman on his father’s heroic accomplishments, he would just nod his head, give a courteous thank-you, and hope he wouldn’t turn out to be just like him. His brothers felt the same way. It must have really sent his mom over the edge when all three sons decided to follow in their father’s path. They were young. They weren’t committed to anything other than the Corps. That was life as a Marine.
He could have easily become his father. Sandman loved taking on any and every possible mission or extra training missions he could. He wanted to stay clear of his father and clear of any intimate relationships. They saw each other briefly between missions and avoided any conversations that involved their emotions or his mother.
Big Jay and Duke were all Sandman had in the world. They decided to retire from the service and settle down, commit to one location. So what that it was amongst other service men and women in a community of first responders? They loved their jobs and that was what scared him about Grace.
The way she described what she did and her desire to continue put any ideas of long-term commitment out of the equation. She traveled to work in Europe. The last time he was overseas, he was nearly killed by terrorists.
He looked at Grace again, grateful that their lives were thrown together. She was a lot like him and his brothers. She was so strong on the outside but inside she was afraid, not wanting to take chances with herself physically or emotionally, yet she still left her family, left the country, and pursued an exciting career. He wanted to know everything about her but they needed to focus on the case. He needed to protect her and he would do more than that. He was in love with her and would have to submerge those feelings if he was to stay focused and alert.
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