“I’m on it,” Vin stated and Sam looked at the women as the paramedics provided first aid for them. They were very pretty, and young. But as they tried to talk to them and ask them questions, they were too scared to respond. Something big was brewing here. Something connected to Justice and Vin’s investigation, and now Sam would help them figure out what.
* * * *
Ellie was on her way out of the gallery even though Renaldo tried to talk her into going out for dinner. As he looked at new art that arrived to the gallery hours before, he told her how beautiful she was and how many men would find her to be appealing. It was so odd, and as if he were describing her assets as if she were art to be displayed. It made her feel like the man wasn’t even human but so obsessed with money and getting something from everyone he met, that he had no soul. She was relieved when her phone rang as she attempted to leave for the third time and Renaldo pulled her into his arms. He was going to kiss her and she shoved away from him.
“Renaldo, I’m not interested in you in that way. Now, I’m leaving and I need to take this call. You can drop this picture at the site. I’m heading to my office to work.” She answered the call as she popped open the umbrella and headed to her car. It was really raining hard.
“Where are you?” Justice asked her firmly. Not a hello, how are you? A roar. Something was wrong.
“I’m just leaving the gallery and heading to the office. What is going on?”
“Good. Is Renaldo following you?”
“No. Why?”
“Just get away from him. There’s been a break in the investigation and until I know what I’m dealing with, I need to know you’re safe and away from Renaldo and Luke.”
“No problem there, I was happy to leave that jerk back there.” She pulled the car out of the parking lot and onto the road. It was dark out, too. The bad weather really put a damper on the day.
“Did he try something? Did he touch you?” Justice asked, sounding angry.
“No. I’m fine, Justice. You don’t need to worry.”
“I do worry. I’m going to call Mace, and ask him to meet you at the office.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“Just drive carefully and he’ll meet you there. It’s as precaution. I’ll talk to you later.”
Ellie disconnected the call and focused on driving through the rain. Justice sounded so upset, and it scared her. Could Luke and Renaldo have something to do with those women being murdered?
As she headed down the main roadway and then took the turn to the right a few blocks from her office, she noticed a car following close behind her. At first she thought it might be Mace, but that wasn’t his truck. This truck looked white and Mace’s was black.
Before she made it into the parking lot, the truck pulled alongside her, nearly causing her to drive off the road and onto the shoulder. Her car was a collector’s car, and worth a lot of money. Her uncle took such good care of it and so did she. Who was this jerk?
He let her by and he went in a different direction in the parking lot. She pulled into a spot and waited as the truck stopped. She grabbed her things realizing that the guy was in some kind of hurry to get inside. Cursing about what a moron he was and that he could have caused damage to her vehicle, she grabbed her one bag and got out of the car. She opened the umbrella and locked her car then started to hurry across the parking lot in between cars.
“Ellie!” She heard her name, and instantly turned, but it was the voice that had her shocked and frozen in place.
The rain was poured down around her, wetting her stockings, her heels, and the hem of her dress. He threw back his hood and started yelling at her.
“How could you do this to me? All I wanted to do was talk with you, try to make things right.”
“Paul, what are you doing here? Get away from me.” She turned and started walking faster toward the building and in between cars, when he pulled her back by her arm. She swung at him dislodging his hold on her sleeve, but also lost the umbrella as the wind picked up and the rain immediately drenched her.
“I want to talk to you. Don’t you walk away from me.” He grabbed her and pressed her against the car, setting the alarm on it off. He looked so crazy, almost like that night he attacked her.
“Please leave me alone.”
He stared at her as he held her arm, but didn’t go to hit her. He looked over her body and then slowly reached toward her light sweater, pushing aside the material. She shoved his hand away and he shoved his body against hers, grabbing her face between his hands.
“I’ve been going through hell because of you. No woman will come near me. None of my friends want to hang out with me. All I have is my fucking job, around criminals, monsters.”
“Then you should fit right in. Let me go. You can’t do this. You have no right touching me.”
He grabbed her hips and shoved his body against hers, rocking his hips hard. She cried out and tried shoving her hands against his chest, but he grabbed them with his one hand and held them above her head. The rain was soaking her, the sting of metal wedged against her back enraged her. He continued to thrust his hips, and then used his other hand to press against her breast right before he crashed his mouth down on hers.
She was scared, so scared as she tried to fight him off. When his lips left hers and moved along her neck, she knew she couldn’t fight him with strength, and needed to make him think she was giving in.
“Slow down, Paul. Please.”
He paused, his mouth inches from her chin as he stared into her eyes. “This is what you like. You want it hard and rough. You like to pretend you don’t, but this turns you on. I’ll never let you go. I’ll never give you up.”
He moved his hand up over her breast under the sweater and she closed her eyes, and tried to remember what Hunter and Mace taught her.
He shoved her hard, groped her and squeezed her, causing bruises, she just knew it.
“Get away from me!” she yelled at him.
He forearmed her to the jaw, her head went back and hit the car window. She heard more sirens, and it drew Paul’s attention to the right as he lightened his hold on her.
“You’re coming with me,” he stated with his teeth and mouth against her neck and hair, sending chills through her body. She was crying, shaking, trying to get up enough courage and anger to defend herself and stop him from taking her. The sirens grew louder, and she knew help was coming. Somehow, it had to be for her. As he released her hands and sucked hard against her neck while fondling her breast, she made her move. She shoved her fingers into his eye sockets and then raised her knee up hard and fast. He roared in anger but released her and she started to run, he grabbed at her dress, ripping the material, causing her to fall to the hard wet ground and right into a puddle of water.
“Help!” she screamed as she struggled to get away from his hold when suddenly he released her.
Turning back, she was shocked to see Hunter on top of Paul punching him and then pulling his arms behind his back. Police cars were pulling onto the scene, men in uniform, and Lionel was there pointing, running to her. She saw the police officers grabbing Paul from Hunter’s hold and cuffing him as Mace ran to her and squatted down next to her. He cupped her face between his large hands and she felt him shaking. “Are you okay? Oh God, you’re hurt.”
She cried out as Mace pulled her into his arms and held her tight. She clung to him, climbed up his body, and squeezed his neck as she continued to cry hysterically against his neck. She needed him. The safety and security of Mace’s big, strong arms, the scent of his familiar cologne to block out everything that just happened.
She felt Hunter behind her, covering her with something, a blanket, a poncho, she didn’t know and she didn’t care. She kept inhaling against Mace, trying to make his scent, his masculinity take away Paul’s saliva against her skin, the smell of his sweat, his evilness. Mace squeezed her to him and carried her away and into the office building.
“Baby, we need to l
ook you over, to see if you need medical attention,” Hunter whispered as he caressed her back.
“No. No hospital. Please just hold me. I need you. I need both of you. I want to go home.” She could hear their cell phones ringing and Hunter cursing behind her. He was scared, angry, and upset. He and Mace saved her. They got to her in time. She realized in that moment when Paul was grabbing at her body, threatening her, and trying to weaken her resolve, that she was a different person than a year ago. She was a different woman than weeks ago. She was a fighter. She was also in love with Mace, Hunter, Seno, and Justice. She could have lost the opportunity to love them and to see where their connection led. All because of Paul, and the control he still had on her until tonight.
She closed her eyes and took a deep, unsteady breath. As she looked around her, she saw Hunter and Mace, then the police, Lionel and other staff members including her boss, waiting to see if she was okay.
“I want to go home. Please, Mace, Hunter, take me home.”
* * * *
Mace carried Ellie up to the bedroom. After filling out the police report and pressing charges, they were relieved that she was safe and that she accepted their desire for her to come back to their place tonight. She was resistant until she spoke with her roommates and they insisted she needed to feel safe and protected. She clung to him now, still shaking, but no longer crying. She refused to go to the hospital to get checked out. She had a nasty bruise along her jaw, and red marks against her neck and chest that led under her ripped blouse. He didn’t even want to think about how far Paul had gotten in assaulting her.
He thought about what he and Hunter saw as they pulled up into the parking lot at her office building. A man dressed in black had her pressed against the side of a car, her arms pinned above her head and then his mouth against hers. When they jumped out of the car and saw her fighting him off and then trying to run, screaming for help as he grabbed her making her fall to the ground, he had never been so angry and scared.
Slowly he lowered her to her feet, and she shivered.
He cupped her cheek as Hunter and Seno watched her reaction.
“We need to get these wet things off of you. Seno can get the shower started, nice and warm to heat you up. Okay?” He reached for her sweater. She shook her head and clutched it tightly.
His heart ached. “Baby, you need to. Do you want to go into the bathroom and do it yourself?” Hunter asked her. She looked at him and shook her head.
“What do you need us to do?” Seno asked her. “We’ll do anything.”
“I can’t stop shaking. I need you to hold me.” A tear rolled down her cheek.
“We’ll help you,” Mace said just as they heard the heavy footsteps. Justice ran into the bedroom.
“Ellie?” He said her name and went to her then paused a few inches in front of her.
“I’m okay, Justice.” She stepped closer and he hugged her tightly.
A few seconds passed and he pulled back holding her by her arms. “You’re soaked. You need to get out of these clothes or you’ll catch a cold.”
“I know.” She didn’t move and they all just waited to see what she wanted them to do. She reached for Justice’s hand and pulled it to her cheek. She closed her eyes and hugged it to her.
“Help me, Justice. Help me feel safe, please,” she said.
* * * *
Ellie needed them. She wanted their touch, their mouths on her, their caresses and bodies. She wanted to soak up their cologne, their manliness and wear them like body armor. It was so wild and crazy, but she did. She felt almost desperate now. It was like she could have lost the opportunity to get to love them if Paul had been successful.
Mace, Seno, and Hunter stood around her, and Justice began to undo the small buttons on her sweater. The others helped pull off the wet material and drop it to the rug. Behind her Hunter unzipped the dress and lay soft kisses on her bare, damp shoulder as he peeled the material away. She closed her eyes and kept her arms at her sides as they removed the dress.
“Damn it,” Justice whispered and she popped her eyes open and saw him staring at her chest. She looked down, chin to chest and saw what appeared to be finger marks, just as Hunter unclipped the bra. The garment fell to the floor as did the remainder of the dress. Now she stood in thong panties, and her very high heels.
Justice leaned forward, gently cupped her breast, and kissed where the marks lay.
“You’re so lovely, Ellie,” Mace whispered and then Hunter wrapped an arm around her waist from behind and kissed her neck. She gasped and a small cry released from her lips.
“Are you sure you can handle this right now?” Hunter asked her. “We understand if the intimacy scares you.”
She shook her head. “Please. Take his scent away, his touch. I could have lost having this with you. Please, Hunter,” she whispered.
Seno lowered down and licked across her other nipple, making her shiver.
“She needs to get warmed up in the shower,” Mace stated. She looked at him and held his gaze.
“Later, I want this. I need this, Mace,” she told him, baring her desire with no more reservations or fears. Paul’s attack and Renaldo’s attempt at seducing her into bed made her see what was right in front of her. Four perfect men she trusted and desired and who proved they could keep her safe.
“Are you sure, Ellie? We don’t want you to have any regrets,” Seno said as he rose up and cupped her cheek.
“No regrets. Please, make love to me.”
Hunter released his hold of her and for a moment she thought he didn’t want her. But then he pulled off his shirt and then his pants before sitting down on the bed. She caught sight of his muscles, the tattoos, and of course his leg. He caught her expression and looked hurt but then calm.
He started to remove the device and she watched him, knowing that she cared for him so much and that nothing else mattered more.
Justice placed his hands on her hips and slowly pushed her panties down. She stepped out of her heels as she stepped out of her panties.
“Are you on the pill?” he whispered into her ear, but now she was so caught up in watching Hunter, and then Seno and Mace got undressed and she was surrounded by perfection.
Justice gave her a squeeze as he maneuvered his fingers down her belly to her cunt. He stroked between her already wet pussy lips and she moaned.
“Yes. I’m on the pill.”
“Good. That means our first time together there won’t be any barriers. We want all of you. Every inch, Ellie. No holding back,” Justice whispered as he inserted two fingers up into her pussy, while he suckled a sensitive spot on her neck.
Ellie moaned and thrust her breasts forward, feeling them tingle as her nipples hardened. He walked her closer to the bed.
“We want this to be perfect for you, Ellie. Do you trust us to make this perfect?” he asked her and she opened her eyes to find Hunter, Seno, and Mace stroking their cocks and staring at her body.
“This already is perfect. You’re all perfect.” Her eyes welled up with emotion and Justice removed his fingers and turned her around.
She lay on the bed, and he caressed her thighs open.
“You are one sexy woman, Ellie. Every single inch of you,” Hunter whispered as he lay on the bed next to her and stroked a thumb and pointer over her nipple. She inhaled and held his gaze as Seno joined them on the other side.
She looked at Hunter’s body as Justice undressed and then moved back between her thighs. Then she looked at Seno who kissed her deeply on the mouth before making his way with his tongue along her throat to her other breast. She grabbed onto his head until Mace took her hand from above her and behind her head. Tilting back, chin lifted so she could see Mace, too, she watched in awe as he sucked her fingers one by one into his mouth, while his brothers suckled her breasts and pussy.
The moment Justice licked between her pussy lips she moaned aloud, feeling her body shake. She felt so incredibly alive and relaxed. She was shocked. There was
no fear, only anticipation.
“So delicious,” Justice stated as he moved up between her thighs, kissing her belly, her ribs, and then her lips.
“She looks delicious,” Seno added, pressing fingers to her cunt while he pulled one nipple between his teeth.
“Oh God, this is incredible.”
“You’re incredible,” Mace told her as he placed her hand over his cock, keeping it covered while he held her gaze. She shivered and a small burst of cream secreted from her cunt.
“She’s ready.” Mace pulled fingers from her cunt, brought them to his lips, and sucked the glistening cream from them.
She felt her jaw drop and Seno chuckled. “Mace can be very naughty sometimes, Ellie.”
“Like you don’t want to be naughty with our Ellie?” Mace asked, still licking his fingers before he leaned down and licked her nipple.
“There’s plenty of time for that. Are you ready, Ellie? Are you okay?” Justice asked her. She looked toward him, feeling every bit of her about to snap and explode.
“Yes. Please, Justice, make love to me.”
“With pleasure.” Slowly, he pressed the tip of his cock to her pussy and she closed her eyes. She felt that sense of fear, the bit of anxiety suddenly appear. But then Hunter stroked her cheek.
“Look at him. Open your eyes and see all of us, loving you, caring for you, putting you first.”
She did, and the emotions and expressions in their eyes, in Justice’s eyes, did her in.
He pressed deeper, easing his thick, hard cock into her pussy stroking, thrusting inch by inch until he filled her.
“Sweet mother, you’re tight. Oh God, it’s too much.” Justice grit his teeth and moaned as he pulled out and then stroked back into her.
“Oh!” She moaned louder and then felt Mace caressing her hair, Seno kissing along her neck and shoulder on the left side, and Hunter on the right. A surge of emotions and feelings consumed her. Their licks and sucks caused chills to erupt over her body. Justice’s thick, hard cock felt as if it stretched her inner muscles in a combination of ache and pleasure. It had been so long since she’d had sex. There were so many emotional and physical barriers, yet these four men broke all of them down and gave her the peace of mind, the trust she needed to let them in.
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