by Piper Stone
The control was perfect, freeing and she fell into a drift of lust, her heart racing. As the man feasted on her, eating her pussy as he teased her with the tips of his fingers, she tossed her head back and forth. “Yes!”
Another grunt was followed by a long hot breath, cascading across her thighs and pussy. “I want to eat you raw.”
“Mmm…” She kept her eyes closed as he licked her, nipping and sucking on her clit. Panting, she reached for his head, her fingers weaving in his thick strands of hair. Everything about this moment was perfect.
Sawyer refused to let her go, his fingers digging into her skin, his mouth and tongue buried into her slickened cunt. His actions became faster, more aggressive and he eased one hand from around her leg, pumping his fingers into her pussy. Using the combination of his tongue and fingers, he thrust in harder. Faster.
“Oh, God!” She knew she was going to come. There was no way to hold back the climax. Her body jerking up, she slapped her hands on the hardwood floor, her breath sounds becoming exaggerated moans.
“You want to come for me, baby?”
“Yes, oh, yes. Please.”
He continued eating, sucking on her tissue.
“Please!”
“Come for me. Come. Now!”
Reese exploded, the single orgasm shifting into another. And another. Her body shaking, she was thrown into utter euphoria, longing for this moment of vibrant passion to continue. She opened her eyes, smiling at the man she loved and knew this was the beginning of the rest of her life. “I can’t move.”
“Then don’t.” Only when she’d stopped shaking did he ease back, his eyes never leaving her.
She languished in the sensations, watching as he finished undressing. The way his cock was throbbing, standing at full attention was delicious. His long and very muscular legs were so powerful, and his carved chest and broad shoulders could only be described as perfect.
He dropped down, hovering over her, his eyes sweeping up and down the length of her body. “You are the most beautiful woman.”
“You make me feel beautiful.”
Pushing her legs apart, he eased on top, immediately sliding his dick inside, thrusting so his cock was shoved all the way inside.
“Oh!” She gripped his arms, moaning and licking her lips. The feel of him inside, filling her completely was incredible.
He arched his back and eased up, undulating back and forth.
“No teasing.”
“You’re mine to tease.”
Even the way he said the words, ultra-dominating, demanding her submission gave her tingles. She wrapped both legs around his and brushed the palms of her hands up and down his chest. “I love the feel of you.”
“I love the taste of you.” Pulling out until just the tip was inside, he plunged again. And again. He was controlled as he drove in and out, lowering his head to barely kiss her lips.
She was on fire, her entire body flushed, her pussy so wet yet her muscles clamped around the thick invasion, drawing him in deeper. “Harder.”
He growled as he thrust in an almost savage fashion, the force pushing her brutally against the wooden floor. He kept his lips pressed against hers, darting out his tongue, moving in zigzags back and forth just inside her mouth.
“Oh…” Her heart was thudding in a jagged pattern against her chest and she wanted him to fuck her all night long.
Every plunge was methodical, practiced as he moved in and out, beads of sweat dripping down from his forehead. A wry smile crossed his face and he crushed his mouth over hers, allowing the kiss for only a few seconds.
The moment he pulled completely out, she reached for him, a slight whimper escaping her mouth.
“You’re not in control, remember?”
“Yes, sir.”
Sawyer rolled her over onto her stomach, sliding her legs together. Straddling her thighs, he tapped his cock against her ass cheeks. “Every hole is mine. Every inch of you belongs to me.”
She kept her arms over her head, relinquishing full control. “Yes, sir. All yours.”
He opened her ass cheeks, running his fingers up and down the crack before placing the tip of his cock to her asshole. “All mine.”
Bracing for pain, she clenched the second he slipped his dick just inside. “Oh!”
“Relax, baby. Enjoy.” Slowly entering her an inch at a time, he threw his head back and roared as he thrust the last two inches deep inside.
Anguish and ecstasy mixed together, creating stars floating in front of her eyes. He was so large and she was filled, utterly on the brink of absolute subspace. Anal sex had never been so damn hot.
Pumping in and out in short bursts, he grunted with every plunge, his breath sounds skipping.
She clenched her fists and smiled as he thrust harder, yet every move calculated, so careful. “Oh, God!”
“Feel good, baby?”
“Yes. Yes!”
He picked up the pace, sliding in and out, using his strong thigh muscles in order to pound into her. He held the stance, lowering his head to press kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders, licking her skin.
She couldn’t help but smile and squeeze her ass muscles.
“Shit!” Grunting, he jerked back as he began to thrust in harder and faster, the rhythm almost perfect.
There was no doubt he was close to coming and she wiggled, clamping down, willing him to explode deep inside.
“You are… Fuck!” He picked up the pace, riding her ass, his balls flapping against her legs.
This was as close to heaven as possible.
“I can’t hold…”
As hot cum rushed into her ass, filling her dark hole, she relaxed, her body going limp. And in that moment, the savage and lust filled moment, she was letting go of every demon. This man, this amazing hero was her savior.
He sat in the car, calculating his next move. The single glance in the window had been enough. She was lost to him. Forever. While he should be angry, infuriated at the realization, he’d been able to make peace with himself, allowing the ugly monsters furrowing into every muscle, clawing at every surface to release, to let go of his mind. Maybe his very humanity.
Tapping the steering wheel, he thought about what to do next. This certainly wasn’t over. He had more work to do and she would simply be eradicated as necessary. A laugh bubbled to the surface and he squelched the sound, preferring the music to his own boisterous needs. He knew what he had to do, if he could be patient enough.
Time would tell. Everything was riding on his ability to control his emotions, his actions. He was well trained and ready to take on a new challenge.
As the light went off in the living room, he counted to thirty before backing out of the driveway. They would never know he was here. They would never sense how much danger they were in.
But one day. One day…
They would know his wrath.
Chapter 15
Danger. Evil begets evil.
The realization left a bad taste in Sawyer’s mouth. The story she told was possible, but certainly not plausible. His money was on Christopher for threatening her and from what he’d been able to tell by the conversation with good ol’ Roger, they were working together. But why drag Reese into the plot? There had to be a good reason. He only hoped the sheriff took his phone call seriously. There had to be some underlying connection between the two men. That could be the key to several questions.
Maybe.
As she stirred, nestling even closer in his arms, he allowed himself to smile. Having her in his bed, in his house was perfect.
He continued rubbing her arm, relishing the softness of her skin, the way her long hair felt streaming across his chest. There was no doubt he was head over heels in love. He rubbed his face with the other hand, fighting a laugh. Who would have expected it after all this time? He thought about being captain of the team and realized perhaps he did want the job after all. He was ready for a change. At least of sorts.
“Yo
u feel good,” she whispered and lifted her head, her lips pouting, her eyes lazy from sleep.
“You feel better. Would you like some coffee?”
“You’re offering? I’m taking.”
Hearing the way she giggled, as if neither one of them had any care in the world was captivating. He kissed her on the top of the forehead before pulling back the covers. “Stay put or else.”
“Or else, huh?” Reese rolled over, snuggling into his pillow, her hair streaming down from the bed.
Sawyer took a minute, studying her back, her lithe arms, her voluptuous body and could still gather a whiff of their combined sex. Padding into the kitchen, he proceeded to make coffee then moved toward the window, staring out at his land. He couldn’t get over the idea that someone had been watching them. Would Christopher be so brazen or did the man hire someone to do his dirty deeds? There were more questions than answers. He could only hope they’d find some answers soon enough.
Then there was the worry about the Dreyfus family. Would they come back for another round? He clenched his eyes shut and simply waited for the coffee. Only time would have the answers. One thing he was going to do was locate Mike. They’d have that talk and he’d finally allow the man to know the truth about the fateful day. Maybe then, he could let go.
Too many maybes were on the docket.
Hearing the beep of the coffee maker, he grabbed two mugs, filling both. When he walked inside the bedroom, there was no sign of her. “Reese?” Everything was dead quiet. Terror slithered up his spine. “Reese. Don’t play with me now. I’m serious.”
The only sound was the light summer breeze whistling against the window. From where he stood, he could see into the bathroom. There was no way anyone could have gotten to her. Not that fast. “Reese. I’m serious. Come here. I don’t like this kind of game.” After another few seconds, he placed the cups on the dresser and took the two strides toward the bathroom.
“Gotcha!” Bounding out, she laughed and slapped her hand across her mouth.
“That wasn’t funny. I was worried that something happened to you. You don’t understand what kind of people the Dreyfus assholes are. You don’t know what they’re capable of. They torture and murder people. They destroy lives.” The words echoed in his ears and seeing the look on her face, he sucked in his breath. “Just don’t do that. Okay?”
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to terrify you. I really wasn’t. Will you forgive me?”
He turned away from her, shaking his head.
“Oh, Sawyer. Please don’t be angry with me. Please,” she pleaded.
Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her toward the bed, plopping down and dragging her over his knees. “You are a bad little girl. Bad.”
Laughing, she struggled with him, kicking out her legs. “That doesn’t deserve a spanking.”
“Oh, you bet your sweet ass it does and hard too.”
Crack! Slap!
“Ouch! Sawyer.”
“Don’t Sawyer me. If you’re going to live in this household, you’re going to follow my rules.” While he was half joking, just saying the words forced his cock at attention.
Smack! Pop!
“Rules. Can we talk about them?” Reese begged.
Whack! Smack!
“Discussions are for good girls and that doesn’t include you.”
Crack! Pop! Slap! Smack!
“Ooohh!” Struggling, she pressed her face against the bedding.
Whack! Pop!
He peppered her ass with hard spanks, realizing that he wanted this lifestyle more than he could have imagined.
Bam! Bam!
“What the hell?” Sawyer huffed hearing the sound of the door.
“What time is it?” Reese asked, lifting her head.
“A little after seven. This can’t be good.” He rolled her onto the bed then stood, searching for his jeans.
“In the living room.” Her voice remained teasing.
Giving her a heated grin, he pointed to the bed. “Wait right here, young lady.”
“Yes, sir, Captain.”
He shook his head and grabbed his phone from the dresser before walking out. They’d both turned off the ringers, preferring to have some peace. He noticed there were several calls and two texts. A cold wave washed through him as he struggled into his jeans.
Bam! Bam!
“I know you’re in there.”
Hearing Boone’s voice, he grimaced before heading for the door, unlocking and yanking it open. The look on Boone’s face was chilling. “What’s wrong?”
“Can I come in?”
“I’m not alone.”
Boone shook his head over and over again. “I don’t care.”
“Okay. Come in.” He waited by the door after closing it. “What’s wrong, Boone?”
“I tried to call you. Hell, I think everybody on the team tried to call you.”
Sawyer walked closer. “What the hell is going on?”
“What’s wrong?” Reese popped out of the bedroom, wearing jeans and one of Sawyer’s shirts.
Nodding in her direction, Boone tried to smile. “There’s been another accident.”
“What kind of accident?” Sawyer demanded.
“Engine company 12. They were hit with an explosion.” Boone’s voice was strangled.
“Fuck!” Sawyer exclaimed.
“And Sawyer, there were injuries.”
“That’s terrible,” Reese moved closer.
“What? Who?” Sawyer heard the rumble of another car moving up the driveway. “Okay. What happened?”
“All I know is an explosion. I tried to get there but they’ve blocked off the entire street. Same type of explosive used from what I heard.” Boone dropped his head. “This is getting insane. I can’t believe that the Dreyfus family is making good on all their threats.”
Sawyer swung open the front door. Seeing an unmarked car along with the sheriff’s vehicle, he swore under his breath. “We have company.” He headed out the front door, standing on the porch and gripping the railings
Reese walked out, folding her arms. “What is going on?”
“Who are the two in suits?” Boone asked, joining them as they watched a man and woman climb out of the unmarked car, heading toward them with purpose in their step.
“The two agents I was talking with yesterday,” Reese whispered. “I don’t like this.” She found Sawyer’s hand, clasping their fingers together.
“I’m right here,” Sawyer managed. “Good morning. Early day.”
Sheriff James tipped his hat. “Morning, Sawyer. Boone. This must be Reese Winton.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, darting a glance up at Sawyer. “What’s going on?”
“Your information proved helpful last night, Sawyer.” The sheriff inched even closer but kept his distance from the agents.
“How so?” Sawyer had a terrible feeling.
“The sheriff contacted us last night with your information,” the male agent stated.
“And you are?” Boone chided.
“Agent Brennan and this is Agent Marks. We need to talk to you about Roger Gant and Christopher Sampson.”
Sawyer could see the concern in Reese’s eyes. “Why don’t you come in?”
“We should take her in for questioning,” Agent Marks stated, giving all three an odd look.
“Unless she’s under arrest. I think she should remain here.” Sawyer wasn’t going to let her go anywhere. The anger in his voice was increasing.
“Let’s all calm down. We can do this right here,” Sheriff James removed his hat and sunglasses. “Can’t we?”
Agent Brennan seemed to be debating but nodded. “That will work.”
“Then come on in. Let’s get this party started.”
Boone exhaled. “I’ll go to the hospital and see what I can find out about the extent of injuries.”
“Boone. Don’t. Let the doctors do their jobs. Besides, we need to concentrate on finding the person who did this.�
� Sheriff James couldn’t look anyone in the eyes.
“This isn’t about the Dreyfus family. Is it?” Sawyer remembered what Antonio had suggested. Even thinking his buddy could have anything to do with this was too wretched to think about.
“Let’s just say they have a good picture of the person they believe to be the arsonist. That’s all I can tell you at this time.” The sheriff fiddled with his hat.
“Shit,” Boone whispered.
“Yeah. I think our world is going to be turned upside down.” Whether anyone could hear him, Sawyer wasn’t certain, but if he were a betting man, he knew the sad truth.
And it was crushing him.
“I don’t know any more than I’ve told you,” Reese insisted. Her mind was still reeling from the information. She held the cup of coffee in her hand, moving it back and forth, unwilling to drink even another sip.
Sawyer eased the cup from her hand and intertwined their fingers together. “So, let me get this straight. Christopher Sampson has certain connections to the Dreyfus family that go back several years. He has been on their payroll all this time and no one knew about it?”
The two agents looked back and forth before Agent Brennan answered. “We took over this case and as you might imagine, there are a lot of moving pieces. Even working with various law enforcement agencies in several states, we haven’t been able to identify every person they either paid off or threatened to do their dirty work. There’s just too many.”
“Fantastic,” Boone huffed. “That means we are all in danger. They wanted Stasha and myself dead. I hope that’s in your damn report.”
Sawyer groaned. “There has to have been a sighting of the Dreyfus kids.”
“Yeah, more than one.” This time the sheriff answered.
“But that doesn’t mean a thing,” Reese said. “Why would my boss and Christopher do this?” She laughed softly then jerked to her feet, pacing the floor. “To get Katrina off. They knew I was in over my head and would take a plea bargain. Either that or they simply wanted a body they could control if the escape attempt didn’t work.” She wouldn’t put anything past Christopher and perhaps he’d been using Roger.
“That’s what we’re thinking,” Agent Marks said quietly. “The good news is that with Mr. Lincoln’s help, as well as the tip you gave to Deputy Carter, we were able to piece together enough information to garner a warrant for their homes and offices. What we found is damning enough, including a threatening note that appears to go along with the one you received before, Miss Winton.”
