by K. L. Donn
Placing his elbows on either side of her head, he lifted up so he could look into her eyes as they made love; watching the emotions flit across her face like the wings of a hummingbird. You had to watch closely or you’d miss it. The passion in her eyes was almost his undoing. Her beautiful green orbs were so dark he was getting lost in the different shades.
Moving in and out of her at an achingly slow pace had her begging him for more. If it weren’t for the fact that her voice was so sugary sweet and silky smooth he’d have started going faster and harder, but her voice was almost his biggest turn-on right then. When she lifted her legs up to wrap around his waist and lock her ankles on his back, pulling him deeper into her, he felt Coop’s hand just above where their bodies met lightly tapping her clit. With each tap, she would squeeze his shaft tight like a vise.
“Dane,” she whispered.
“Yeah, baby girl?”
“Please, please fuck me like you mean it.” Smiling at her choice of words, he felt Coop pinch her clit, which did not have the desired effect he didn’t think. She started to convulse around him, screaming as she came again.
Pumping into her tightening channel harder and faster, while Coop whispered in her ear, “Watch the mouth, baby girl, or I’ll do more than pinch that sweet little cunt of yours, you got me?” When she didn’t respond, Coop slipped his head between their bodies, as Dane lifted up, and sucked her clit between his teeth making her scream again and clamp down harder on his dick, holding him in place. She was so tight while pulsing around him and bucking up.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhhhh!” She screamed again. “Stop, oh, it hurts!”
Her words said it hurt, her convulsing pussy said she loved it. Grabbing her hips, he fought his way through pounding inside her while Coop continued to suck on her clit without letting up. When he felt the telltale tingling in his spine, he leaned forward just a tad to wrap his hands around her breasts. He grabbed her nipples and with a gentle pull slammed inside her one last time before they came together in one long scream.
Feeling Coop pull away, he opened his eyes to watch him start sipping on her lips, sucking the bottom one gently before biting it then nibbling his way up and down her throat and back to her ear. He could feel his shaft start to twitch in hunger again. Down boy, he thought laughing slightly.
“Fucking perfect, Emily,” he told her while slowly pulling out of her tight little pussy, watching his cum drip out of her. Swiping little bits up at a time, he rubbed it across her lips, ordering, “Don’t lick that off, leave it.” while rubbing some more around her nipples in gentle circles, watching her entire body quiver in anticipation and being overly sensitive with the amount of times they had her coming for them.
“Sensitive, baby girl? You can feel us everywhere, can’t you?” He questioned already knowing the answer.
“Yes,” she whispered to him.
Seeing Coop lean down to suck on one of her breasts shocked him and spurred him into action to suck on her other one. Tasting her naturally sweet flavor mixed with a small dose of his saltiness was incredibly arousing. Pulling away at the same time as Coop, they made their way towards her lips with him licking across them first, followed by Coop.
“Holy fuck, that was hot,” Coop whispered looking between them.
“Let’s hit the shower,” Dane said picking Emily up and carrying her to the master bath.
Watching Emily sleep with her little body wrapped around Dane’s much bigger one had Coop feeling a peacefulness he hadn’t realized he was missing in his life before this moment. It was like everything was settled inside. He didn’t feel the restlessness he had been before. As corny as it sounded she lightened his heart, made him feel ten feet tall and like he could conquer the world. Ball check Coop, you’re sounding like a twerp, he laughed to himself, secretly checking to make sure they were both still there. We’re good, still got the boys!
Getting up because he knew he wasn’t going back to sleep, he slipped out the room and into Dane’s, grabbing a pair of his sweats. Pulling them on, he made his way downstairs to find Linc and Creed in the kitchen still working away on their laptops.
Looking at the clock, he noticed it was well after two a.m. “What the hell are you guys still doing up?” he asked.
Eyeing him, Linc finally responded. “Didn’t wanna interrupt is all.” He smirked.
“Son of a bitch,” he whispered under his breath, not really thinking about just how loud Emily had been a few short hours ago as they worshipped her delicate body. “Not a fucking word to her, you feel me?” He said pointing between them.
Arms raised, Creed fought a laugh. “Ya, sure man, whatever you say.”
“Dane finds out and he’ll kill you both, you know that right?” That sobered their smart asses up. “Have you found anything new?” he asked.
“Maybe. There was a Medical Examiner in Kentucky that reported she thought it was two people butchering these women, but no one investigated. Looks like they didn’t even really take her seriously.” Creed told him sounding frustrated.
“What is with these backward hick towns that they think any female speaking has to be crying wolf or some shit?” Linc growled. “Someone needs to show their good ole boy ass’s trouble.” He mumbled to himself.
“You’re the guy for it, bro’.” Creed laughed, nudging his brother’s shoulders. “Anyway, I don’t think this Henry character is your stalker, though. He’s too… Meek. He doesn’t have the temperament. I traced him all the way back to childhood. No troubles, not even a suspicion of trouble. Ever. If he was our guy, there’d be something somewhere along the way and it’s just not there.”
Nodding at him, Coop sat down and closed his eyes trying to think. This guy seemed to be five steps ahead at all times. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he leaned forward and grabbed the file closest to him, which happened to be Emily’s from about a year ago when she was living in Ecru, Mississippi. She had been there for about three months when he found her.
Reading further, he started to get angry. How the fuck did we not know this? he wondered, getting up and storming out of the room and back upstairs, vaguely hearing Creed say, “Shit, I don’t think she told them about that yet.”
Slamming through the door, he wasn’t the least bit surprised to see Dane pointing a gun at him thinking he was an intruder. Throwing the covers off a still waking Emily, he spread her thighs while Dane growled. “What the fuck, Coop?” Sounding confused.
Investigating first her left thigh, he quickly realized the mark wasn’t there. Scanning her right, he found it and was instantly terrified and pissed off at the same time. Terrified because it was so close to the femoral artery and it could have killed her; they wouldn’t have had the chance to know her, love her. He already couldn’t picture his life without her in it. She was like a ray of sunshine that brought light into their lives; a light they both desperately needed.
He was angry for two reasons. The first being that she hadn’t told them about it. That he had been that close to her. Seen her. The second was pretty much the same, that he’d gotten so close, but also that he dared put the scar on her. He could tell she hadn’t been to a hospital. Probably stitched it up herself. Looking up her body, he saw the worry and fear in her eyes. That he’d put that look on her face served to piss him off even more.
When Dane looked down and saw what had him so angry, Coop could feel the violence roll off him in waves. His muscles rippled along his sculpted back and chest, the veins bulged in his neck and arms, and he had a tick in his hard as granite jaw.
Grabbing her jaw in a firm hold, he said one word. “Why?”
Clutching Dane’s wrist with both of her much smaller hands, she pleaded. “Dane, please, I just wanted to forget. You don’t understand how hard it has been. Having to constantly move, look over my shoulder in fear. I haven’t known a moment’s peace in years. Years, Dane.” She looked ashamed, like it was somehow her fault he’d put his mark on her.
Shaking her head to get h
er attention, she met Dane’s eyes again and he told her, “This ain’t on you babe. I’m… No, we’re pissed because he thought he could touch what’s ours. And know that you are ours; never mistake that, and nothing will change that.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I always just wished it was a dream, ya know. Like if I didn’t obsess over it like I did for months afterwards, it would just go away.” She explained shyly. “I know it’s silly, but I just want this to be over with is all.”
“We know, baby.” Leaning forward Dane placed a kiss on her forehead before going down and kissing along her scar. “Sleep now, baby girl, we’re gonna go work a bit,” he told her wrapping the blanket back around her.
Giving her a gentle kiss on the lips with a whispered, “We’ll be back in a bit; get some rest.” Coop followed Dane out of the room and back down to the kitchen.
After a restless night of tossing, turning, and silent nightmares, Emily woke up feeling like the walking dead. Making love with Dane and Coop the previous night had been the most amazing experience of her life, and she hoped to repeat it many times in the future. But being woken up just a few short hours later left a bad taste in her mouth. She knew she should have told them about that night, but she just couldn’t bring herself to think about more than was necessary, which really wasn’t a whole lot.
It wasn’t that she was trying to hide it or anything else from them, just that she was embarrassed and ashamed. Not having the police listen to anything she had to say didn’t help matters any either. She was hopeful now, though. She had Coop and Dane on her side, and she knew they wouldn’t let anything slide. Same with Linc and Creed; they seemed especially pissed off about how the police in some of the places she’d lived just didn’t care.
Getting out of bed and dressed proved to be a task because of her injury. It wasn’t serious, just incredibly painful. Thankfully, it had missed the bone in her hip and anything else of importance. She had residual pain and would need to keep an eye on it for infection and get the stitches removed, but otherwise, she was incredibly lucky, which made her wonder what the purpose of shooting her at all was?
Making her way downstairs, she followed the murmur of male voices to the kitchen to see all four men bent over laptops and throwing ideas at each other. Not wanting to interrupt, she went and poured herself some coffee that had just finished percolating.
Listening to them make plans and discuss events from the past about her stalker left her with the distinct impression none of them knew she was even in the kitchen. Without thinking, she asked the question burning in her mind from just moments ago. “What was the point?”
All four heads whipped around to look at her, as well as four deadly looking guns had her dropping to the ground and landing on her fresh coffee, shattering the glass and burning her feet where it landed. “Fucking Christ!” She yelled out.
Hearing chairs scrapping across the floor in their haste to get up and Coop’s, “Language!” She was fighting to not be too pissed off but damn, it was hard.
“Screw you, Cooper! This fucking hurts! You try having four guns from four huge, pissed off men pointed at you and see how you react, dammit!” She yelled while Dane and Coop helped her up from the floor, ever mindful of her side and now her feet. “I just wanted a damn coffee!” She whined.
At Creed’s “Oh shit.”, she looked up at Dane, gulping at the look on his face.
“One. More. Time. Emily.” He scolded through clenched teeth.
“Or what?” She challenged. Shut up Emily, Shut. Up. She scolded herself this time.
Pulling her up against his body, she was immediately lost in memories from the night before. The feel of his chest rubbing on hers, the sound of his labored breaths, his hands on her hips. The growl in his voice even though she didn’t hear a word he was saying.
Feeling a hard chest at her back, she closed her eyes and leaned back, knowing right off that it was Coop from his musky scent. A tinge of sweat and something else she couldn’t quite identify, but was musky and sweet, yet spicy. When he wrapped one hand around her waist resting just above her pelvis and placed the other on the under curve of her ass, she was lost.
“Ouch!” She screeched when said hand on her ass decided to pinch her. “What the hell?” She half yelled.
“Pay attention!” Coop yelled right back.
“What? You’re gonna yell at me for swearing, threaten to spank my ass, and then probably cop a feel. Am I wrong?” She questioned. Hearing two deep chuckles come from the other side of the room, she turned and glared, “Shut it you two.”
When Dane grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her head back at a nearly painful angle, he leaned close and whispered in her ear. “Not another fucking word from you woman, or I’ll smack your ass so hard you won’t sit for a week.” When she went to protest, he continued. “And I’ll do it in front of Linc and Creed. You really want that? For them to see just how soaked you get for us, how the redder your ass is, the hornier you get?”
At Coop’s whisper in her other ear, she wanted to melt into the floor, not sure if from embarrassment or arousal. “They get off on it, ya know. Watching other people’s pleasure, seeing a sexy little thing like you coming from a spanking will make them harder than a nail. But us? Well, we’d be pissed the fuck off.” Looking into her eyes he finished. “We’d be forced to kill them for seeing you like that; naked and horny for us. No one sees this sexy body but us.”
“Now, be a good girl, take this little ass upstairs and give Kenny a call. She’s been driving us nuts all morning wanting to talk to you.” Dane ordered.
Nodding her head in agreement, she quickly and quietly made her way back upstairs. Feeling embarrassed that Linc and Creed had just witnessed that little scene but also incredibly ravenous for her men’s attention.
You’re so screwed, Em, her inner voice said. I sure hope so, the demon on her shoulder taunted.
Letting Emily walk away after getting the three of them so aroused with his threats and promises was almost one of Dane’s biggest regrets. He wanted to just jump back in bed with her, love her for days on end, but it was an unrealistic dream at best. They had a stalker to catch and she had to learn to be herself again once they did. His biggest fear was when that did happen, she wouldn’t want them anymore.
Shaking off the discouraging thoughts, he went back to reading the article he was looking at before she came downstairs. It was the last murder on record that they could find from approximately six months ago; not long after Emily had moved to Austin.
On the eve of April 29th, 2015, the body of a young woman was found mutilated in her home. Cause of death has been confirmed as severe blood loss. Ecru Police has identified her as 27-year-old Layla Heifer, single mother of 2 young girls. Originally from the state’s capital, Jackson, Mississippi, friends have told us that she moved to the small town to be in a close-knit community to raise her young daughters a little over one year ago.
The manner in which she was murdered was particularly gruesome. Slashes were made on nearly her entire body. One officer has gone so far as to say this was the most brutal and senseless attack he’s seen in his entire career. Police also believe she was raped but aren’t confirming that detail just yet.
An inside source has also confirmed this is not the first murder committed by the person who did it. Ms. Heifer’s murder has been loosely connected to several others across the lower central US, from Nebraska to Tennessee and as far as Utah. Unconfirmed, there has been at least seven murders found so far that are similar in fashion, dating back as far as September 2009.
Looking through the photos again, he was just as disgusted now as he was when he had first saw them. “Fuck.” He blurted out, pushing the screen away from him. “You guys find anything else?”
“FBI database says they call him The Gypsy Butcher because he travels so much, but the murders are all the same.” Creed murmured not looking up or really paying too much attention to anyone.
“Do we want to
know how you’re in the FBI database?” Coop questioned.
“Probably not.” He mumbled again.
“You don’t have her phone, do you?” Linc asked suddenly, looking up at them, sounding eager.
“I’ll see if she does,” Dane said running back up the stairs in search of her. Stopping when he heard on the phone, presumably with Kenny.
“No, no, I’m fine, Kenny. They’re great. I mean, they still intimidate the hell out of me, especially their size. Honestly, have you seen Dane like really up close?” she asked with a touch of awe in her voice. “He’s so large, everywhere. I always feel like I have to stand on a chair to talk to him.” Laughing at something Kenny must have said, she whispered out, “I think I might be falling in love with them both. But I need this to end first.”
Taken aback by her confession, he was humbled and terrified. Deciding now was a good time to make his presence known, he cleared his throat while knocking on the door. Smiling when she turned with a look of shock on her face. “I gotta go, Kenny,” she whispered like he wouldn’t hear her.
“Hi,” she said quietly with a slight blush staining her cheeks.
“I’m large, huh?”
“Oh, gawd.” She mumbled burying her face in her hands. “Please tell me this is a dream and you didn’t hear what I said?” she asked peeking up between her fingers.
Chuckling at her embarrassment and walking closer to her, he grabbed her hands away from her face and dipped down for a quick kiss before getting back to the reason he had sought her out. “I need your phone.”
Handing it to him, she questioned, “What for?”
“Linc asked for it. He’s boy wonder when it comes to technology,” he explained.
“Umm, can I come this time?” she asked hesitantly.
Looking down at her, he knew she needed to know what was going on no matter how much he wanted to shelter her from it all. “Yeah, babe, let’s go.”
