“Shay?” Slider said, kissing the back of her neck. Shady moved and groaned when he ran his hand up her stomach and cupped one of her breasts.
Cajun pulled Shady gently. Slider let her go but kept his hands on her body, caressing and kissing her. She sighed as they gently moved her around until she was between his legs. She was kneeling and on her hands and knees and she was grinning.
“I feel like you could be telling me something?” Shady whispered and leaned forward and kissed Cajun on the mouth.
“Fuck yeah I am,” Cajun whispered against her lips. “I am telling you that you belong to us.”
“Hell yeah I do,” Shady laughed and then moaned when Slider lightly clawed his fingers across her ass making her cheeks pink. He kissed them and then trailed a finger to her pussy and teased her a little while she wiggled her ass.
She was already wet, the guys knew she was because when Shady was with them, she was always ready for them. Cajun gripped her hair a little and brought her face to his cock and she grinned, reaching out with her tongue and licking the tip gently. “Hmmmmm,” she whispered and then traced her tongue around the tip.
“Fuck,” Cajun whispered and then growled, “no fucking teasing, babe. Suck my cock.”
Shady chuckled and grinned while she pushed back against Slider's fingers so he sunk further inside her. “That’s right, baby, get ready for me,” Slider said and pulled his hand free and then moved until he was behind her. He held her hips and then slapped her ass and said, “Suck him, baby, while I fuck your sweet cunt.”
Shady moaned and leaned forward and took Cajun into her mouth and slid down until his cock hit the back of her throat. Slider pushed inside her and hissed. “Ah shit, she is so fucking hot. Baby, you feel so good, like a warm fucking glove made for us.”
Cajun leaned his head back against the headboard and with his hand wrapped in her hair he braced a hand on the mattress and flexed his hips up and down, fucking her mouth while his best friend fucked her pussy. They set a rhythm Shady fucking loved. It wasn’t slow. It was fast, hard, and was intended to give her a message. One she received very well, she was theirs, and there was no questioning that shit.
She was beyond the ability to think and to reason. She let them guide her and take her fully. The shaft moving in and out of her mouth was full and hard, and it was fucking hot as he throbbed and pulsed against her lips and tongue. The shaft in her pussy was filling her to bursting between her legs, they were meant for her. The way Slider kept changing his angle and running his head against different spots in her pussy, made her squirm and push back, refusing to stay still.
Her muffled cry around Cajun's cock seemed to drive them wilder. She thought she was going to come apart with the way they were playing her body. Every single muscle was in tune with them, waiting to take what they gave or when they demanded more.
“Holy fuck,” Slider growled as she clamped down and her pussy spasmed around his dick, pulsing around him more than any woman had before. They were erased from his memory with this one moment. The sensation was more than he could stand, his back arched and his whole body flexed as he emptied his cum deep inside her.
It hit her again and she scraped her teeth on Cajun's cock. He had already been fighting to hold back, but the pleasure of her hot mouth made him shout to the ceiling and fill her mouth.
Shady collapsed onto Cajun’s leg and smiled. Slider stood and went to get a washcloth and then cleaned her off while she lay sated and happy.
“Never mind,” she whispered when Slider slid in behind her. “We are never breaking up.”
“That is right,” Cajun laughed.
Epilogue
Sadie stood on a stool in the room and looked out the small little window they had in the cell they were being kept.
“Nothing,” Sadie said to the other girls who were huddled in the corner whimpering. Since the men who brought them here left, no one had come back. They had left a case of water and a stack of food and laughed. Telling them to ration it out or they would not survive.
They were in a small house, locked in a room with bars all around it. It was impossible to escape, they knew because they had tried.
“They will come for us,” Sadie said firmly.
“Who?” one of the girls cried.
“The ones they are afraid of. One of the guys called them savages. I hope they are,” Sadie said.
“Why would they come for us?” one of the girls asked and Sadie turned and smiled.
“I heard them, warriors savages saved my friend, they had her too. Now they are afraid they will come for us. The man who brought me was talking on the phone saying they messed up everything and they had to bring us here. Jas will make sure they come for me,” Sadie said confidently.
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Breaking Protocol Book Five
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“Ssshhh. It’s going to be okay, sugar. Sit right here for a minute and let me look at Bandit.” She nodded, the streams streaking down her little pink cheeks. Vince reached over and soothed the horse, talking softly. “Easy, boy. That’s it. You took a pretty good jolt, didn’t ya?” He examined the scratches on the horse’s head and noted a few stitches would probably be needed to seal the wound. When he reached for Bandit’s front leg, the horse whinnied. “Whoa, boy. Let me look.” The horse’s leg didn’t appear to be broke, but it’d need x-rayed and treated just the same. Vince pulled out his cell phone and punched a few numbers, sighing in relief when Dave Mars answered. Dave was Doc Mar’s oldest son and had become one of the best vets in Justice for livestock. He quickly greeted him and explained the situation, relieved that Dave was able to come right over. When he hung up, Vince turned back to a still sobbing little girl and smiled. “That was Dave Mars. He’s on his way over to take a look at Bandit. Everything’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. Why don’t you run back to the house and let them know you aren’t hurt, okay?”
“‘Kay. You won’t leave Bandit alone, will you?” She petted the side of Bandit’s neck, the horse nuzzling her little hand in reassurance.
“No, baby, I won’t leave him alone.”
Heather leaned down and kissed Bandit’s nose, careful not to get near the gash on the horse’s cheek. He looked up at her and rubbed her cheek, his concern for her evident. The animal was more worried about her than the wounds it had. Heather reluctantly stood and stared back toward the house, thanking Vince for helping. “I’ll take Majesty and unsaddle her.”
“Thank you, Heather. You are a very big girl. Once Bandit is patched up you can come out to the barn and say goodnight.”
“‘Kay.” Heather mounted Majesty and walked her back toward the barn, her little sobs fading in the distance. Mac trotted behind them as their own personal bodyguard, intent on seeing her home safe. He was a soldier through and through.
Vince sat down next to Bandit in an attempt to keep the horse still until the vet got there. If he were to try to stand, it’d only hurt him more. His wait wasn’t long. He heard the sound of a truck pulling up the drive and watched it enter the gate into the pasture, coming toward them. Bandit started to squirm but Vince held his bridle and continued talking to him, relieved when the truck stopped a good distance away. When the driver’s side door opened, Vince gasped.
Strolling toward him carrying a large medical bag was the Mar’s son he’d secretly fantasized about since the night he’d met him. He'd been dating Nathan, Dave’s brother, for quite some time now but he couldn’t help but drool over the th
ought of Dave. The two were similar in looks and build, but a roughness in Dave’s icy blue eyes called to Vince in his dreams. He’d never admitted his attraction to himself much less anyone else, but damn if he could deny it now.
Those muscular long legs strode toward him, his broad muscular shoulders still visible through the thick Carhartt jacket he wore. Vince tried to chastise himself for looking, but it was undeniable. Visions of being the meat to a Mars sandwich floated through his mind, twitching his dick to life.
As Vince’s eyes finally rose to meet Dave’s, he almost fainted. Dave’s heated gaze stared back at him, melting him from the inside out. Vince broke out in a sweat. His palms grew sweaty and his mouth dried out, unable to form a coherent thought. Dave sat his bag down beside them and kneeled, never breaking eye contact. A taunting little grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, his eyes still raking up and down Vince and lingered on the growing bulge in his jeans. He cleared his throat, turning his attention to Bandit. “Looks like he fell pretty hard.”
It took Vince a full minute to regain his composure and drag his eyes from Dave’s crotch. Yeah, it looks really hard, he thought to himself. Dave’s eyes flashed knowingly even as he proceeded to evaluate Bandit’s condition.
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A Raining Chaos Christmas
Raining Chaos Book 2.5
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Five more hours. Five hours between now and when I’d see Chris again. Setting the timer on my phone was probably a little over the top but I didn’t care. I missed him, his kisses, his smell, his arms wrapped around me, and most of all looking into his chocolate brown eyes and seeing them shine with love.
The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of craziness. Between work and nightly calls with Wrath, I was exhausted, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. I was living my dream—working for Rolling Stone Magazine, and Wrath and I were together. After years of pining for him I never ever, ever expected to hear him say I love you. Sometimes my life still didn’t seem real, but it was and in a few hours—four hours and forty-seven minutes to be exact—I’d have his arms around me.
I’d wanted to pick him up from the airport but they were landing around two a.m. and he didn’t want me driving that late. Besides, I wasn’t sure we’d fit everyone in Mom’s shit mobile. He promised he’d have them drop him off here though. Now I just had to explain to Mom that we were having houseguests for two weeks. I doubted she’d care about Wrath but I wasn’t sure how she’d feel about Joe. Time would tell.
Opening my bedroom door and heading downstairs, I figured I’d find Mom in front of the TV watching ‘her show of the night’, but instead the aroma of cookies washed over me. She was baking?
There were cookie trays all over the counters and she was buzzing around like Betty Crocker on crack. “Mom? What are you doing?”
“What does it look like, Daisy?”
Grrr, would she ever stop calling me that? “Mom, it's Teresa not Daisy, remember?”
“Yes, yes I know but it should have been Daisy.”
Shaking my head, I reached for one of the gingerbread men cooling on the rack, but got my hand slapped instead. “Umm…okay. You’re baking cookies and I can’t have any?”
“Nope, they aren’t for you. They are for Sally and Jack, and all the kids.”
“The kids?”
“Yeah, aren’t they all headed home for Christmas? Jack told me they were flying back home to surprise Sally.”
Well so much for keeping it a secret. “Did you tell anyone else? Wrath said they wanted to keep it under wraps for a while yet.”
“Nope, Jack said the same thing, but with Sally in the hospital they will need some Christmas cheer.”
“What about me?”
“You’re going to have Wrath here, I’m sure he’ll keep you plenty happy,” she answered while winking at me.
Damn, my mother was something else. It took me through almost all of grade school before I realized she wasn’t like other moms. Hell, none of the other moms got high and tried to get their kids to do it with them, at least none I’d ever seen.
“Mom?”
“Hmm?” she answered as she slid the next tray in the oven.
“You didn’t put anything extra in the batter did you?”
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Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
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Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Epilogue
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