Emma's Treasures

by Rebecca Joyce

  “After his death, I enrolled in school, put some money away, and started over. It wasn’t long till the years flew by. Then in February of this year, two days after Tabitha’s birthday, another knock came from the door, and this man was standing there, a Mr. Garland. He told me he was an attorney for the estate of my father. So I let him in.”

  “Wait a minute. You just let a complete stranger into your home, without checking his ID, or anything?” Travis asked, sitting up quickly. Emma looked up at him, moving to find a more comfortable position on the couch. “I know it sounds stupid now, but at the time, I was still dealing Kyle’s death,” she whispered.

  “Emma, sweetheart, it’s okay. Losing someone you care about can be a hard situation,” Tate explained. “Emma, please continue.”

  “Well, like I said, I let this man in, wondering why he was there, because Daddy was bankrupt when he died. But apparently I was wrong about everything. The moment he closed the door, this man became belligerent and downright hateful. He kept going on and on about how my family had deceived him, and he wanted what was his. I didn’t know what he was talking about, but when he mentioned a will and the deed to the ranch, I got worried. I thought Daddy lost the ranch. When Dad died, he was broke. There was no will, no money, no ranch, and I told this man that, but he didn’t believe me. When I told him to get out, he grabbed me and started hitting me. He hit me so hard, I screamed and woke Tabitha. She came out of her room, and he saw her. I told Tabitha to go back to bed, and she did. The moment she was gone, this man began punching me over and over again. When he finally stopped, he grabbed my shirt and pulled me close to his face, and said, ‘You have exactly six months to get your hands on that deed and the money from the will, or I will come back and kill you, or kill your bastard brat.’ Then he threw me across the floor. Before he left the house, he said, ‘Six months, Emma. Denver at 7:00 p.m., six months from this date at the Sheridan Hotel, or you and your bastard are dead, and I will find you.’”

  Travis stood ramrod straight near the window with his back to her. He could feel the anger rolling off of him. Tucker was sitting on the love seat staring into space, as his knee quickly bouncing. Tate was still sitting next to her, holding her hand, looking directly through her, as if she wasn’t even there.

  “So after he left…” Emma began again.

  “Stop, no more! I don’t want to know any more!” Travis shouted as he flung open the front door, and walked out.

  “Go to bed, Emma,” Tucker said, staring into space, bouncing his knee. But when Emma went to remove her hand from Tate’s, he latched on and held it tighter. She looked up at him, and for the time since she arrived, she saw regret. It was a powerful emotion, one she never thought to see from him, and when a tear fell from his right eye, Emma grabbed him and held him tightly. “I’m sorry, Tate.”

  Tate didn’t say anything. He just held onto Emma for dear life. He held her as they walked down the hallway, into the master bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. Tate didn’t say anything, as he removed her clothes, grabbing one of Tucker’s T-shirt and covering her with it. When she was in bed, Tate kissed her forehead, turned out the light on the nightstand, and walked out, leaving her alone in bed for the first time since she had arrived.

  * * * *

  Emma knew this night had been coming, and she had held off for as long as possible. Who wants to hear that the woman they love was beaten to a bloody pulp? She knew the boys were going to take it hard, and she was right. There was no taking back what she said. She knew that, but she still felt responsible for the pain they were all in right now.

  Getting out of bed, she told herself there was no way she was letting them handle this by themselves. She had caused it. She would help fix it. Walking into the living room, she stopped, noticing that no one was there. Checking the kitchen turned up nothing, so she went to check their rooms. All were empty.

  “Now where did they go?” she asked, and walked out onto the front porch. Only wearing Tucker’s shirt, the cool air nipped at her skin, sending goose bumps over her body. She looked around, and saw that their vehicles were still here, but they were nowhere in sight. Thinking they might be in the barn, Emma proceeded in that direction.

  She entered quietly, walking past the stalls, till she heard them in the tack room. Slowing her pace, she tried to figure out what they were doing, because it literally sounded like they were beating the hell out of each other. Quietly walking through the door, she was relieved to find them hitting a punching bag, and not each other. She just stood there and watched.

  * * * *

  The moment Tate returned from putting Emma to bed, he walked out of the house, with Travis and Tucker in tow. They headed for the barn, so no one would hear them. Nobody said a word. Walking into the back room, they each stripped their shirts and shoes and within moments, they were beating the hell out of the bag. The flurry of punches never ended, as they continued hitting the thing over and over again, wishing it was the bastard who had hurt her.

  Never in their entire lives had they ever wanted to kill someone, but if that bastard who hurt Emma walked in this room right now they would kill him without even blinking an eye. Fury rolled through them, blind, vicious fury. Each of them knew they had to find the son of a bitch, but they couldn’t do that and take care of Emma and Tabitha. The girls were foremost in their mind, and they were not going to allow this one sick bastard take them from them.

  Travis knew come morning, he was going to have to go into town and have a talk with Sheriff Connelly. He wanted something done about this bastard immediately. He was still having a hard time coming to grips with what Emma told him. He thought that when she finally told him what had happened during the last six years, the rot in his gut would dissipate, but it was still there. Travis still felt that foreboding warning that this wicked tale was not over, and he knew Emma was the key.

  He turned to grab a towel off the work bench, when he saw her standing there just looking at them. “What are you doing out of bed?” he asked angrily, his brothers turning to see Emma.

  Chapter Seven

  There were many things Emma knew, and the look in Travis’s eyes told her that she had made a mistake in coming to find them. She had seen that look before, and it wasn’t good. Turning to leave without saying a word, she made it two steps before Travis grabbed her and hauled her back into the tack room, slamming the door shut behind him. “I asked you a question, damn it. Answer me!” he shouted, shaking her.

  “Travis, let her go,” Tucker said, walking up behind his brother. “Do it now.”

  “I…I just wanted…”

  “You what, Emma, what do you want?” Travis shouted, backing her against the wall, pushing her firm against it.

  Tears began to fall as she saw the anguish and pain in his eyes. He was so far gone from reality, she didn’t know if she could reach him. The pain he was feeling was because of her.

  So much pain.

  Slamming his fist into the wall near her head, he shouted, “Answer me, damn it!”

  “You, I wanted you!” Emma screamed back through the tears.

  Travis pulled her into his arms and slammed his mouth down over hers. Emma didn’t have any time to question, before he thrust his tongue between her lips, sweeping the interior of her mouth, tasting her, eliciting a reaction from her. The air rushing from her lungs, she moaned as Travis carried her over to the work bench, gently laying her down on it.

  Never taking his eyes off her, Travis removed his jeans. He watched as she marveled at his body, licking her lips, knowing she was now as aroused as he was. Her eyes glowed in ecstasy, the brightest blue he had ever seen. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted for air. Totally naked standing before her, he moved toward her, gathering her tiny, supple body against his own, and devoured her mouth once more.

  He groaned long and hard as his tongue moved swiftly into her mouth, tasting, touching every inch of her sweetness. His hands explored her bod
y, tracing a road map for his mind, as he encountered her panties. With one hand, Travis latched onto them and ripped.

  Tate and Tucker moved to either side of Emma and watched Travis take what belonged to them. Rubbing their cocks through their jeans, they watched their brother inhale Emma. Naked from the waist down, Travis removed his mouth, knelt before her, lifting her legs, and went straight for dessert.

  Emma was out of her mind with hunger. She craved these men. Emma was in heaven and in hell all at the same time, wanting and needing one of them to fill her aching pussy. She craved them like whiskey. She yelped when Travis slid his hands under her, grabbing her ass, lifting her as he latched onto her clit, sucking hard. As he quickly released it, then licking her from asshole to clit, Emma thought she was about to die. He ate her like she was the last supper, eating and tasting every delicious morsel. Emma’s eyes rolled back in her head, as she tilted her hips up, begging for seconds.

  Tate turned her head with the tip of her finger and lowered his mouth to hers. Need slammed into her. Her control was lost. When Emma moaned into his mouth, he growled. She watched as Tucker removed his pants, stroking himself, rubbing his cock against her breast, slapping her nipple with his dick.

  Emma broke the kiss with Tate and screamed when Travis slid his very long tongue into her pussy, mimicking a fucking pattern. Her legs began to shake. Wrapped tight within her own cocoon, she knew she was about to break free. She screamed out loud, the walls of her pussy contracting and releasing, as the dam began to break. Her body was no longer her own. She was now flying. She came with such a vengeance. Travis tightened his grip on her to hold her in place, as he mopped up every juice, drinking her in. Coming back into her own body, Emma opened her eyes to see Tate and Tucker pumping their cocks. She then looked at Travis, his face covered in her own juices, as he stood stroking his cock, staring at her.

  “I am going to fuck you into obedience, princess. When I’m done, you’re gonna know who’s your real master,” Travis grunted out. Picking Emma up, Travis quickly turned, sitting on the bench with Emma straddling him. He leaned back, taking Emma with him. Impaling Emma with his cock, she screamed at the force, but her screams were quickly muffled by Travis’s mouth.

  Emma felt hands moving over her body, massaging her hips and ass. Her shoulders slumped into Travis as he fucked her from underneath. When she felt a cold wetness on her ass, she arched up to find Tucker behind her. “I told you seven years ago, Emma, this virgin ass was going to be mine.” He smiled, pushing her back down toward Travis.

  Tucker had never seen a prettier pink rosebud in his life, and it was all his. Rubbing his finger around the hole, he slowly pushed his finger into her anus. Tight muscles instantly surrounded his finger. He wiggled his finger around her hole, making Emma moan. Travis slowly removed his finger, only to hear Emma whimper from the loss. “You liked that, didn’t you, baby. You liked my finger in your ass.”

  Tucker lubed up two of his fingers, coming back for more. The burn was more apparent when he slid two of his fingers into her tight ass all the way. He slowly withdrew them, only to ram them back in again. He pumped his fingers in and out of her ass, gentle first, then rough, spreading and stretching her virgin ass. When he quickly removed his fingers, Emma moaned at the loss.

  “Hurry the fuck up, Tucker, I can’t wait much longer,” Travis growled.

  “Patience, big brother. Don’t want to hurt the little lady,” Tucker said, slicking his cock with lube and then rubbing it at her entrance. Emma felt Tucker lean over her body. He wrapped his arm around her waist, whispering in her ear. “Breathe for me, baby, nice and slow,” he coaxed, as the head of his cock pushed into her tight ass.

  “Oh my God!” Emma shouted.

  “Relax, baby. Don’t tense up. It will just hurt more. Just breathe for me. Let Travis love you. Concentrate on him,” Tucker whispered, kissing her back as he slowly pushed in another inch.

  Travis grabbed Emma’s head and kissed her sweetly, taking her away from what Tucker was doing to her, but the burning pain was relentless, as Tucker would push in, only to pull back. Tucker rocked his hips until he was in balls deep, stopping to allow Emma to adjust to the sensations.

  “How are you doing, baby?” he asked.

  “I feel so full.” She panted, allowing the sensations to take hold. It felt so wrong being this full, but so wonderful at the same time.

  “When you’re ready, let us know, but I don’t think Travis can take much more, baby.” Tucker held still, waiting for Emma to move. And then she did, pushing back into Tucker as Travis moved out. When Tucker pulled back, Travis pushed in. The feel of both of her holes being filled was overwhelming to her. Her body was not her own, but a pleasure playground, and she wanted to swing high.

  Tate moved closer to her, catching her attention. When she looked up, his cock was level with her mouth, and on instinct, she opened and Tate placed his cock on her lips, allowing Emma to suck him into her mouth.

  Emma’s first taste of Tate’s cock sent her body into overdrive. She began to rock into Tucker and Travis, trying to get them to move faster. She whimpered as she swirled her tongue around the tip of Tate’s cock, and then sucked him deep into the depths of her mouth.

  “Holy fuck!” Tate moaned as Emma sucked his cock deep down into her mouth. “Fuck, Emma…Oh God, baby, do that again,” he shouted, and she did.

  The slow pace that Tucker and Travis set was driving her mad. They set the rhythm of give-and-take as her head bobbed up and down on Tate’s cock. The taste of his cock was delicious. Emma craved more, wanted more. She licked and sucked his cock as he fucked her, moving in and out of her hot, wet mouth. Licking the underside as he pulled out, and swallowing him whole as he plunged in.

  Faster and harder, the boys began to fuck her. Emma groaned as her body began to tingle with warmth. Pleasure was running through her veins. Bobbing her head up and down, taking his whole cock into her mouth and down her throat, she set a ferocious pace. “Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Do that again,” Tate growled. Emma once again took him deep into her mouth. “That’s it, little girl, suck my cock. Fuck yeah. Damn, your mouth is lethal, Emma. Fuck, you suck cock good.”

  Her body was shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy muscles were spasming, rippling along the cocks in her ass and pussy, and Travis and Tucker fucked her harder and harder. She felt loved, cherished, wanted. They did this to her, all three of them, loving her. Emma gave in to the pleasure, unable to stand it anymore. She let herself fly.

  Screaming with Tate’s cock in her mouth, her body convulsed in a euphoric orgasm, her pussy and ass clamping down on the cocks fucking her. She felt Tate’s cock harden, and then he pushed in one more time, holding her head to him, as he shot his load of cum down her throat. Emma gulped every last drop from him, when she heard Travis and Tucker roar out their own releases.

  Easing his softening cock from her mouth, Tate had to hold onto the weight bench for support. Emma just lowered her head to Travis’s chest, gasping for air. She closed her eyes, willing her body to take in the fresh air. Emma was barely aware of Tucker removing himself from her ass, or the fact that Tate came over and picked her up off Travis’s body. She was in a state of ecstasy, and she loved it.

  * * * *

  Emma woke the next morning sore but loving every bit of it. Surrounded by Tate and Tucker, she quietly got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Jumping in the shower, she quickly washed her hair and shaved her legs. She stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body. Within minutes, she had brushed her teeth and donned her clothes, ready to start a new day.

  Walking down the hallway, she stopped to peek in on Tabitha to find her sleeping peacefully. Emma was in the kitchen cooking breakfast when Travis walked in the back door. She watched as he removed his hat and grabbed a cup of coffee, placing a letter in front of her.

  “What’s this?” Emma asked, holding the white envelope in her hand.

  “I forgot to ch
eck the mail yesterday. You got mail.”

  “Thanks,” Emma replied, looking at the letter addressed to her. There was no return address but it was postmarked from Billings. Her brow wrinkled, trying to remember if she knew anyone from that area, but no one came to mind.

  “Problem, Emma?” Travis asked, looking up from his cup of coffee.

  “No. It’s just I left in such a hurry, I never got the chance to change my address. Who could have sent me a letter?”

  Travis lowered his cup, placing it on the table as he watched Emma flip the letter over to open it. Her tiny finger slid beneath the fold, and he jumped to his feet, racing to grab the letter. “Emma! Don’t open that letter!” Travis shouted as he grabbed it away from her.

  “What the hell, Travis, greedy much? Give me back that letter,” Emma said angrily, reaching around his broad shoulders to grab the letter back. “Come on, Travis, let me have it back.”

  “Emma, are you sure you didn’t put in a change of address?”

  “Yes. I told you I didn’t have the time. Why?”

  Emma watched as Travis ripped open the letter and read. Like a professional poker player, Travis didn’t show one iota of emotion. He just stood there reading, and then as if it were nothing, he walked into the living room and threw it in the fire.

  “Travis Treasure Quinn, why did you do that? That was my letter,” Emma scolded him, angry that he held little regard for her personal things.

  “It wasn’t for you, Emma,” Travis said, stoking the fire, making sure every last piece of paper burnt.

  “It was addressed to me, not you!” she shouted.

  He then turned to her. Hard steel shone through his eyes. “It wasn’t for you, Emma.”

  Emma knew then it was from him, that guy. Quietly sitting on the couch, she watched the last bit of white paper burn, and then there was nothing. No remainder of what was, gone as if it had never happened. “Travis, he knows I’m here. He will come for what he wants. He made that perfectly clear.”