“He needs to identify him. They think he was the one in the warehouse that night that took the thumb drive and left.”
She stared at him and then looked at Cavanaugh and squeezed his hand. “It was dark. I don’t know if I can remember or could describe him.”
“Do you think if you saw a picture you could remember him then?”
“I don’t know. I mean I was scared. It was dark. He wore a hood. I just remember the gray of his eyes and how evil he appeared,” she said, and Cavanaugh pulled her against his side.
“Does this look like the man?” Darius asked and showed her his cell phone. She looked at him. The eyes, the nose, and face were exactly the same. She held the phone and stared at it.
“Oh God, that’s him. The eyes. Look at how evil his eyes are.”
Darius took the phone and then gently tapped her shoulder. “This is getting closer to ending, honey. Trust Benson. He’s going to pull this off and catch these men,” he told her and he hit a button on his cell phone.
“Yeah. She said yes, it’s him,” Darius said, and Cavanaugh turned Precious toward him. She was wearing her sexy workout clothes. He really didn’t like them anymore. They showed off too much. He cupped her cheek. “You did good, baby. It will be fine, and it will be over soon.” She nodded.
“Precious, Benson can talk to you,” he said, and Cavanaugh felt his gut clench with jealousy and concern. This was the guy she claimed kissed her but was only a friend. The man who turned out to be an undercover agent and betrayed her trust. What the fuck did he want to talk to her about?
He wanted to listen in, but as she took the phone she walked away and Darius spoke to him.
“This is good news. They have these leads, and they got some people talking and turning things over. Within the next twenty-four hours, they should be rounding up this guy Swan and the guy in the picture she identified.”
“Who is he?”
“An agent who flipped and was working for the bad guys. He was the one giving up Precious’s location. He works for this guy Swan. He and Duvou, the guy who was after Precious, were working out deals for guns and drugs being brought in from overseas. This turned into a huge profit for them until some small terrorist cells caught wind of the exports. That was the reason they forced Precious to transfer those US funds to Swiss bank accounts. This Swan guy knew the Feds got involved after a couple of troops of Marines showed up smack in the middle of an exchange in Afghanistan. One thing leads to another, shots fired, men are killed, and an internal investigation turns up this Swan guy and the rogue government agent. He was giving up top secret information and using credentials to get these shipments across the borders and onto ships to come to the US. The fuck-up was getting marines killed. Their whole operation was tumbling down.”
“Holy shit and all Precious was doing was trying to help her sister.”
“Yeah, but she gained the attention and desires of this Duvou. Benson said further investigation indicated the man has become obsessed with her.”
“What?”
“Just keep in mind that his is coming to an end, and hopefully the next call from Benson will be that they caught Swan and Duvou. The agent should be in custody anytime now. They had a tail on him.”
Cavanaugh looked to where Precious was. He couldn’t wait to get her inside, lock the doors, and just be with her. What the fuck was she talking to Benson about?
* * * *
“I want you to be safe and take extra precautions. I don’t know where Duvou is. We’ve got men closing in on Swan and plenty of witnesses willing to testify to save their asses, never mind that copy of the thumb drive you kept.”
“Good. I just want this to be over.”
“I do, too. I can’t wait to see you again.”
She glanced at Cavanaugh who was in a dead stare at her. She looked away. “I think I’m going to stay out here,” she told him and walked a little further away.
He was silent a moment.
“Shit. I really fucked up. I’m too late, huh?”
“You’ve been a great friend.”
“Yeah, and you’re still mad at me for betraying your trust. I told you I would make that up to you.”
“You are, by catching these men and making it so I can live a normal life.”
“You, live a normal life? Never. Hey, if it doesn’t work out with this new guy—”
“Three new guys,” she told him, and he whistled.
“Wow, I guess I’ll just lie to myself and say it took three men to replace just one of me.”
She chuckled.
“I’ll be in touch, and hopefully with great news, so you can move on and finally be free.”
“Thanks, Benson.” She walked the phone back over to Darius and looked at Cavanaugh, who had a scowl.
“I’ll call you with any updates. Keep your eyes peeled and call if you guys need anything,” Darius said. She thanked him and watched him go. She turned to head inside the cottage with Cavanaugh on her heels. The second the door closed, he turned her around, lifted her up, and pressed her against the door.
“What did he say to you? Why did you turn away so I couldn’t hear?” he demanded to know.
She cupped his cheeks and felt her pussy spasm and her breasts tighten. She stared down into his gorgeous dark eyes, so fierce and commanding. “He said he couldn’t wait to see me.”
He tightened his hold.
“I told him I was staying when things were all done. That I met three men.”
He squinted at her, and she smiled softly.
“I trust you with my heart, my body, and my soul, don’t you trust me with yours?” she asked him.
“Fuck yeah, but I’m a jealous man when it comes to you. I’ll share you with my brothers, but every other man better keep his eyes off of you and his dick in his pants.” He covered her mouth and devoured her moans. They worked quickly removing clothing from one another’s bodies. He carried her into the bathroom and right to the shower. As they got in under the water that was still cold, she gasped, and he thrust right up into her cunt. She held onto his shoulders while he pounded up into her. She rocked her hips and thrust downward. He cupped her breasts. “Precious, I fucking love you, woman. I’ve never told a woman I loved her, but I love you,” he confessed, and tears filled her eyes.
She ran her palms along the scruff on his cheeks. “I love you, too, Cavanaugh. So damn much.”
She kissed him as he slowed his strokes and relished in making love to her in the shower. He tweaked her nipples and then pressed his palms against the wall as she held onto his shoulders and kept her thighs against his hip. He rocked, thrust, and stroked so deeply, so hard she was panting for breath. He looked so damn sexy. All those muscles. His one palm against the wall as he used his hips and thigh muscles to thrust into her.
“Come with me, baby. Come with me now,” he demanded and she felt his cock enlarge as he came and she came with him.
* * * *
Carlyle and Magnum walked into their house and could smell something delicious cooking. When they walked into the kitchen, they heard Precious laughing and cooking alongside Cavanaugh. Carlyle had to pause a moment to take in the scene. She was hugging him around the waist and wearing a short, pale yellow sundress. He could see her muscular shoulders and the definitions in her arms, and when she turned around, his heart caught in his throat. She smiled wide, the bodice of her dress covered her breasts, but the deep cleavage couldn’t be fully covered. She was a goddess.
“You’re both home,” she said.
Her words struck his heart and he wondered why he felt so emotional, but then she was walking into his arms. He kissed her tenderly as he swung her around and ran a hand over her ass.
“You look gorgeous,” he said once he released her lips.
“Thank you. Are you hungry?” she asked, and he let go of her hand as she stared at Magnum. Apparently, his brother was still upset about something that happened this morning and about the call from Benson that Cavanau
gh told them about. He kept his arms crossed, and she crossed her arms, too, and gave him the stare down.
“Okay you two, make up and play nice. No reason to let Cobra and his brothers’ teasing cause you two to argue,” Carlyle ordered.
“Oh, I’m not going to argue. I’m waiting for an apology,” she said.
“An apology?” Magnum raised his voice, uncrossed his arms, and then stomped toward Precious. She squealed and then went to run only for Magnum to catch her, pull her back, and lift her and place her on the island. She spread her thighs, and he lowered over her, pressing her hands above her head.
“Magnum,” she scolded, but Carlyle thought she sounded breathless.
“This body belongs to me and my brothers only. No others,” he said and began to kiss her lips then her neck and down her top. She thrust her hips and he pushed a hand under her dress then stepped back, peeling her panties from her body. He pushed her heels up to the counter and gave her orders.
“Feet up and spread wide. I’m getting dessert before dinner.”
She squealed, and Carlyle joined in the fun. He held her hands above her head and kissed her mouth. She moaned and thrust her hips upward.
“Fuck I need in. Jesus, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.” He shoved down his pants, pulled her ass off the counter, and stroked right into her cunt.
“Magnum!” she cried out, and Carlyle chuckled.
“I’m next, honey. I missed you so much today,” Carlyle told her and then kissed her again on the mouth. His brother thrust and stroked, then slid his hands under her and unzipped the dress. “Push down that top, bro. I want to see my woman’s tits.”
“Magnum,” she scolded, and Carlyle laughed.
Cavanaugh came closer. “She was sporting those babies in a tight top today. I think she needs new workout clothes,” Cavanaugh stated firmly.
“I think baggy T-shirts and sweatpants will be perfect,” Magnum said through clenched teeth and pumped faster.
“How about a tank top that says property of the Mather brothers?” she said and then moaned as Cavanaugh pinched her nipple on one side. Carlyle suckled the other breast.
“That’s a possibility,” Magnum said.
“Oh God, Magnum. Oh, this isn’t fair. The three of you ganging up on—Magnum!” She came, shaking and thrusting back. Carlyle felt the need to be inside her next as Magnum thrust two more times, then came.
“Get her to the bedroom. She needs to know who she belongs to,” Cavanaugh ordered. Magnum pulled back, lifted her up, and tossed her over his shoulder. She was gasping and then laughing when she felt the smack to her ass. Carlyle undressed along the way, and when they got to the bedroom, he grabbed the lube. Cavanaugh slid onto the bed and Magnum put her down, pushed her dress off the rest of the way, and kissed her. When he released her lips, he held her gaze. “You belong to us.”
“Yes, sir, I do,” she said and he gave her a squint, turned her around, then smacked her ass.
“Ride him, sweetheart, while Carlyle gets this sexy ass ready for cock.”
Carlyle grabbed the lube, and as he opened the top, he heard Precious cry out. She was riding Cavanaugh a moment later, and one look toward the bathroom and Magnum was washing his cock and getting ready to take her mouth as soon as he recovered. Carlyle pressed closer, taking in the sight of his woman’s body. He couldn’t resist sliding his hands up and down her curves and then over her ass.
“I love you, baby, so fucking much,” he told her.
“I love you, too. All three of you,” she said, and Carlyle smiled and then kissed her shoulder tenderly.
He glanced at Magnum, who climbed up onto the bed. “You love me, too?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she said, and he kissed her lips as Carlyle pressed the lube to her ass. He was growing impatient and then he heard her moan, and he knew she was more than ready. He pulled his fingers out, replaced them with his cock, and slowly pushed into her ass.
“Oh. My. God,” she moaned.
“Fuck yeah, I’m home. I’m fucking home,” he said and then began to counter thrust to Cavanaugh’s strokes into her cunt. Magnum gripped her hair and head. “I need this sexy mouth on me, baby. We’re going to fill you up and mark you our woman so you know who you belong to,” he stated, and she opened, accepting his cock as Carlyle smacked her ass. She jerked.
“She knows she’s our woman. Always,” he said, and then three of them worked together to make love to her, to claim her, and to touch her heart and soul so deeply that they could never part. He would do anything for Precious. He would move heaven and earth, travel from sea to shining sea to ensure her safety and to hold on to her love forever.
Cavanaugh came first, Precious followed, and then Carlyle and Magnum. They slowly moved from her body and kissed her everywhere their lips could press against. She moaned softly and then opened her eyes as she lay on her belly and looked at them.
“I’ll just stay right here and you can serve me dinner in bed,” she said.
Cavanaugh chuckled. “Not going to happen, but dessert in bed, definitely,” Cavanaugh teased, then lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom.
Carlyle laughed. “I’ve never seen him act like this,” he said to Magnum.
“Can’t blame him. The woman is pretty damn special. Jesus, I got so pissed off at the guys today.”
“You know they were fucking with you, right?”
“I know, but still, there’s other guys there that check her out. Look at her.”
Carlyle hissed. “I fucking know it. I don’t want her to bartend tomorrow night, but I need her. I want to talk about her doing something else, but I’m worried she’ll get angry,” Carlyle admitted.
“She will get pissed, but she’ll comply.”
“I want this situation over so we can really start a new life with her.”
“I hear ya. Hopefully, Darius will call us with good news by tomorrow.”
Chapter 9
“I found her.”
Duvou leaned back into the chair and smirked at Sean Koran’s words.
“Excellent. Can you get to her without too much of a scene?”
“Well, there may be a problem. I’m going to have to watch her a little longer.”
Duvou sat forward in his seat. “What kind of problem? We don’t have time to waste.”
“Yeah, well, we may not have a choice. She’s barely ever alone, and it appears she’s in a relationship with a few men.”
“Say that again.”
“She’s involved with three men. Some business guy with a shit load of money, another rich asshole who owns a bar she bartends at, and a Marine who owns a dojo she works out in. In fact, there’s a lot of fucking big dudes around here. It’s not going to be easy.”
Duvou felt his temper flare. “I need her in my possession or else Swan is going to kill me. I don’t care what you have to do. Kill whoever stands in your way, Sean, and be fucking smart. She’s well trained.”
“I’m prepared.”
“Good. Call me when you have her.”
Duvou ended the call and smiled. Precious was going to be here with him soon enough. Everything was working out just fine.
Suddenly the door burst open and military men, along with Swan, invaded the room. Duvou gripped the chair. “Swan? What the hell is going on? What are you doing here?”
Swan looked him over and then narrowed his eyes at him.
“There’s been a change of plans. I’ve given you too much time, and time is something we don’t have. The Feds are all over the place. I barely got out.”
Duvou swallowed hard. “It’s coming together. Sean found Precious, and he’s going to get her here to the D. R.”
He smirked. “I know. I’ve taken the necessary measures to ensure the situation is handled accordingly.”
“What do you mean?”
Swan squinted.
“Sean has had some assistance, and if things go as planned, Precious will be here by tonight. Then she can
do her magic and we can part ways. Thank God I was smart enough to place our money in offshore accounts.”
“So she transfers the money to accessible accounts, we cash out, and then move on?” Duvou stated.
“Unless something goes wrong. Then you die, and so does Precious.”
* * * *
“Carlyle, stop that,” she reprimanded as Carlyle came up behind Precious as she fixed the beer tap and changed it. He wrapped his arm around her waist and cupped her breast. He couldn’t resist. He had been watching her all night, and the guys swarmed by her side of the bar. She smiled and chatted away, and he was super jealous.
“I thought I told you no tank tops,” he scolded and then suckled her neck.
“The tank tops bring in the big tips,” she replied sarcastically. “Ouch,” she added as he stepped back and gave her ass a slap. She fixed the tap and turned around with her hands on her hips.
The sight of her took his breath away. He placed his hand on her hips and then looked her over in adoration. She gave him a sideways grin and then ran her palms up and down his chest.
“I love you, remember. And I’m going home with you, not anyone else,” she added.
He smiled. “Damn straight, woman.” He kissed her tenderly, then released her lips and turned her around, giving her a slap on her ass. “Get back to work before the boss catches you slacking on the job.”
She walked ahead of him, glancing over her shoulder. “Oh really? But what if it’s the boss’s fault that I’m not working, what happens then?”
He pressed up against her as they got to the bar and whispered into her ear. “The boss is always in charge. Remember that.” He slid his hand along her ass, and she gave him a shake of her head, then headed back out to the bar.
“What took you so long?” Jake asked, smirking.
“There was an annoying little rat by the kegs,” she replied, and Jake laughed.
“Oh really?” Carlyle asked and he pulled her close, dipped her, and kissed her deeply on the mouth in front of all the guys at the bar. They hooted and hollered, and he felt triumphant in letting every guy there know that she belonged to him. She gave his arm a slap with the dish towel and then a wink.
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