by Diana Downey
“Shane,” my princess cries. “Oh God.”
I pull the gun from her trembling hand. She is my brave, level-headed princess, and I love her more each day.
“Don’t worry that sweet little ass of yours,” I say, pulling her against me. My blood coats her white satiny blouse, and she doesn’t even complain. God, I love her.
I’m bleeding like a stuck pig, and all I can think about is her. “You saved me, princess.”
“Shit for brains,” she mutters, “for taking on a bull. You saved Willa.” She presses her lips to mine.
A powerfully built man swaggers toward us. “That’s a hundred thousand dollar bull you’re going to have to pay for.”
She bolts upright. “That bull almost killed my sister and my boyfriend.”
He gets right in her face. “They shouldn’t have been in the arena.”
She stabs his chest with her finger. “Then sue the studio’s owner because my sister shouldn’t have been bull bait.”
“Where the hell is the director?” he barks.
The director and producer slowly walk toward them, the dust from the stampeding bull settling in the air.
Paramedics hurry toward me. They patch me up, and I slowly stand, my ribs screaming in pain.
“Why the hell did you put my sister in the arena during the bull riding?” Cyn yells at the director.
Wyatt joins the fray. “Why would you have one of the girls in the pit? She could’ve been killed.”
Willa holding tightly onto Aedan walks toward them. She’s still visibly shaken, and Aedan isn’t letting go of her.
“Now settle down,” the director says, waving his hands. “It was part of the act.”
“Who’s stupid idea was that?” Cyn demands. “Willa could’ve been killed. None of us should’ve been a clown distracting bulls.”
“The owner thought that would make the show more interesting,” the producer says. “We didn’t think she’d be in danger. He said the clowns would distract the bull.”
I limp over to them, despite the paramedic’s protests. “Who the hell is the owner?”
“Chang Wong,” Aedan says. He hasn’t let go of Willa clinging to him. Tears race down her cheeks.
“Shit,” I mutter. Wong is the man who tried to buy my first company. I bet some, if not all of those foreign bank accounts belong to him. Fuck. He set the Diaz sisters up to get to me. This is about drugs, my company, and stealing technology and my money.
“Who the hell is going to pay for my bull?” the beefy bull owner asks, his hands on his hips.
“You can’t bleed money out of a rock,” Cyn says. “And I had every right to shoot that animal charging my boyfriend.”
“We’ll have to take the money out of your earnings,” the producer says.
“Hell no,” Cyn says. “This is the owner’s and your screw-up. What kind of moron puts a young woman inside the arena during bull riding? I’ll sue you fuckers.”
“That’s my princess,” I say.
Fay and Tanner finally join us. Her hair and lipstick are a mess and all over Tanner. Both of their shirttails are hanging out, and her lips are swollen from some serious lip locking. I never thought I would see her with a blue-collar workingman.
Fay touches my chest. “Oh, Shane. What is wrong with the studio?”
Tanner smirks. “He’ll be okay. Seen much worse.”
So have I, but that won’t stop me from soaking up my princess’s sympathy tonight. The bull gorging me isn’t the worst thing that’s happened to me. That fucking grizzly ripped my leg open and then ripped my brother Red wide open until his guts spilled out. It still hurts losing my brothers. I lost both of them to the same damn bear.
I pull Cyn into me. She’s shaking mad. I could probably work a little head out of my injuries.
“That’s enough filming for today,” I say.
Willa clings to Aedan and hasn’t let go. He risked his neck for her, and that works for me. He must really care for her, which is good. I’d hate to kick his ass.
Now I have to deal with Wong. He must’ve set up the reality show for the sisters. He would’ve known when we’re not at the house. I don’t think my laptop has been tampered with because it’s in my truck, but he could’ve broken in to the townhouse to look for the drive. It seems everyone wants it.
“I have to load up my gear,” Aedan says to Willa.
As we head out to the cars, Aedan says, “The studio would know when we’re filming.”
“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that,” I say. “It gives them an opportunity to search Cyn’s home.”
I drive Cyn back, Tanner takes Fay, and Aedan drives Willa. When we park in the driveway, apprehension tightens my shoulders.
I unlock the door but walk inside first. An uneasy feeling sinks into my bones. It’s like someone is watching us. I check for webcams and listening devices and don’t find anything.
“What are you looking for?” Cyn asks.
“Cameras. Bugs. Wong must be using the studio filming time to set us up. He wants to know where we are.”
“Once the feds have the drives, won’t they arrest him?” she asks.
“They don’t have enough evidence against Wong.” We need to get the Chinese off our backs. “So far I haven’t found any real names associated to the foreign bank accounts. The Chinese established shell companies to launder money.”
“But won’t they leave us alone? Why are they pursuing us?”
“I took 150 million back, and that drive has all their accounts,” I say, sitting down. The pain shoots into my side. “It’s only a matter of time before we connect them to the accounts and IP addresses.”
“Maybe there’s something we’re missing. My lawyer should get a deal, and it should reduce Dad’s sentence in half.”
“That’s good. Let’s go back through the files tomorrow. See if we find anything else, but let’s forget about that tonight.” I tug her onto my lap.
Her hand reaches for my crotch. “Aren’t you too sore?”
I wince from the intense pain in my ribs.
“You flinched.” Cyn unzips my jeans to release my cock. “Commando.” Her grin grows wider. “Too sore for this.”
“Not for head. That’ll make me feel better. My dick is just fine.”
Her hand wraps around it, and her tongue licks the crown before trailing down the shaft. “It most certainly is.”
My relationship started out with me being frustrated by this sensual woman, but the wait was worth it. My heart belongs to her, and I only want her. Every breath I breathe is for her. She is my smart-mouthed, strong-willed, temptingly tantalizing princess.
Her mouth covers my hard cock, and I groan from the intense pleasure. I will never love anyone the way I love Cyn.
She swallows my cock so that a good portion of the length goes down her throat, and I growl while her hand pumps the smooth sensitive skin. Her clever fingers stroke the ridge behind my balls, and my cock’s veins bulge. It’s so damn hard it aches.
I close my eyes and run my fingers through her silky hair. She works my cock until I’m almost ready to shoot. I stop her because being inside my princess is the best way to come.
I lift her up, and a twinge of pain stabs my side. “You’ll have to take it easy on me, princess.”
She smirks. “Just because you’re wounded?”
“Yes.”
Cyn leads me into the bedroom where she shucks her clothes all the way down to a lacy teddy. My cock twitches.
I step out of my jeans and tug the shirt over my head. “Don’t take that sexy underwear off,” I command, pressing her down onto the bed. “You’re beautiful.”
“I love you, Shane.”
“You are mine, princess, forever.”
She smiles and wriggles beneath me. Moving the thin thong aside, I plow into her, and she inhales sharply. That pussy squeezes on the hard ridge of my cock. The bundle of nerves in my cock electrifies.
“Too much,” I tease.
I ease out of her and then thrust back in. “You pussy is wet and hungry,” I growl.
“For you.”
She whimpers and scrapes my back with her nails, leaving the marks and proof of our untamed love. Her soft hands squeeze my ass to drive me deeper into her. She cries out, and the walls clamp down onto me.
I ram into her, and her plump breasts spill over to the sides, further exciting me. “Fuck, you feel good.”
I bury myself deep inside, plundering my Cyn. She is all mine, and I won’t let anyone take her from me, not even the Chinese. I will hunt Wong down and get rid of him permanently.
She encourages me to drive harder and faster by holding and pressing onto my hips. “Oh my God, Shane. Don’t stop.” She’s whimpering and her orgasm shudders onto my cock, crying its release and squeezing me so hard, my cock jerks and shoots out. Sweat and love spill over us, but I keep fucking her.
Cyn pulls me into her, her cunt continuing to convulse and shake out another orgasm. My side hurts, so I drop down beside her. We’re both breathing hard and smell of sex and of our love. I can’t wait to see her pregnant with my baby.
“I love you and I want you to be my wife.”
She narrows the dark embers burning in her eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to get down on one knee?”
“I just fucked you hard. Wasn’t that good enough? Making you scream my name? What do you say?” She better say yes. “I think I popped a stitch for you.”
She laughs. “I’ll think about it,” she says, giving me no indication that she’s teasing me.
Anger and hurt twist inside me. “I bet you agreed to marry your first husband right away.” It pisses me off.
“This is different.”
I don’t like her messing with me. I hope she’s messing with me. “You better love me a whole lot more.”
“I do, Shane, but I can’t leave Willa here by herself. In fact, where the heck is she? She should’ve been home by now.”
“Aedan will look after her.” I’m getting more pissed. “Do you love me?”
“Yes. I love you. Shane.” She crinkles her brow. “I worry about Willa. I don’t think she’s gotten over what happened in Mexico. It should’ve been me. She hasn’t been the same, and I don’t know what to do. I will go to Alaska with you, but I can’t just leave my sister, not yet.”
Killing her uncle and his son has robbed Willa of her innocence. She was sweet, and now, she’s different, unsure and no longer focused on her studies, like she used to be.
“If you’re worried, text her,” I say.
Cyn does and then folds into my arms. A response fires back, and we read it together. “I’m with Aedan. Stop worrying.”
“I can’t,” Cyn says. “I feel like I’m all she has.”
I would say she has Fay, but they don’t get along as well as they should. It’s better than it was though.
“Do you want to marry me or not?” I ask, feeling more pissed.
“I do, but I can’t leave Willa here alone. She has a scholarship at Stu’s.”
“She’s smart enough to get one anywhere, and besides it’s only summers in Alaska.” I’ve lowered myself to begging.
“I don’t want to be with anyone else. I just need to figure a few things out, and you have to deal with the Chinese.”
“So that not a no?” Anger adds to the ache in my side. “We can forget about them and move.”
Her soft fingers glide down my chest. “I won’t let you get away if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I just want you,” I say, pulling her closer.
“Shane, let’s talk about something else.”
I don’t want to. I want to marry Cyn.
“Thank you for saving Willa tonight.” she says. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You won’t even marry me,” I grumble. I won’t let her off the hook.
I hand her a towel to clean up, and before long I doze off. My phone startles me out of a dead sleep.
“Who is it?” Cyn asks, yawning.
I glance at the alert on my phone. “Someone broke into Red Sky.”
Chapter Willa
Aedan helps me into his truck, worry engrained into his brow. “The owner Chang Wong must’ve set your family up.”
“Shane said Chang was one of his business acquaintances, but maybe it’s a coincidence,” I say.
“I don’t think it is. Wong tried to hurt you.”
When the bull stared me down, I literally froze to the ground. My feet wouldn’t budge. I was so terrified. I hold onto Aedan so tightly I dig holes into his muscular arms with my nails.
When we get to his apartment, he fixes me tea when I really want a shot of strong liquor. The little rat of a dog jumps up on me, and Aedan shoos it away.
“Where’s Caitlin?” I ask.
Aedan pulls me onto his lap, sloshing my tea. He doesn’t seem to mind the mess. “At her boyfriend’s. She won’t be home tonight.”
I set my tea down to kiss his lush lips. He hasn’t shaved, and his sterling blue eyes have that black Irish glint. My lips slam into his, and at first he returns my kiss with the same ferocity.
His touch turns gentle. His fingers travel the length of my arm, scorching and tingling the skin.
My life could be over in a blink of an eye, and I could die a virgin, not knowing the feel of Aedan inside me. I don’t want that.
I push him back on the couch.
“Whoa,” he says. “Yer almost brother-in-law would not like me taking advantage of yer in such a vulnerable moment. In fact, he’d probably kill me.”
I don’t stop my assault. I shrug off my tee to expose a black striped lacy bra. My breasts heave against the thin fabric. I wore it for him.
His breath halts in his chest, and his eyes pop out in adoration. He finally catches his breath, his gaze lingering on my breasts rising from my panting breaths.
“Holy Mary Mother of Jesus,” he pushes out in one breath.
“Touch me,” I urge.
His tongue fondles the shell of my ear. “If we’re going to do this, then we’ll do it right. I don’t want you to ever forget me, and I want to make this good enough that I’m your last.”
His words melt my heart. Could he possibly fall in love with a dork like me? My sisters are mesmerizingly beautiful. I’m the stupid smart one.
“Do you mean that?” A tear crests my eyes, and I feel suddenly vulnerable and open to him.
“Yes. I don’t want you to date anyone else. If we’re shagging, then you can’t be with anyone else and same for me.”
“Are you sure?”
His lips claim my mouth, and he brushes back my hair. “More than I’ve ever been.”
“I don’t want to die,” I whimper. It scares the hell out of me that we’re not done with drug dealers. My father is one. We’ll never be free. “Cyn is brave. She doesn’t get all excited. She keeps her head. I can’t do that.”
His fingers pull down the strap of my bra to kiss my shoulder. “You got away from the drug lord. You’ll survive this. Shane seems like a capable man.”
“He is.” He really is.
Aedan kisses my tear and then lifts me off the couch. He takes me to his bed and gently lays me down. “Tell me to stop any time.” He shucks off his shirt and reveals toned abs and silky dark hair curling on his lean muscled torso. He undoes his belt, pulling it through the loops. I suck in a breath, studying the treasure trail. His hips jut out from the jeans riding low.
I can’t believe this beautiful man likes me. I hope he means what he said.
“I’m falling for you, Willa. You’re smart and sexy hot. You young girls shouldn’t look so tempting.”
I can’t believe
he thinks I’m pretty. I look like Cyn but not enough as far as I’m concerned. “Make me into a woman.”
He smiles and kisses my nose. His hands stretch my arms above my head, like he’s going to take me, all of me. He pins me to the bed, and I can feel his heart thrum against my breasts. They strain against the bra, and his excitement digs into my pelvis. I want to see him. I’ve never seen a naked man before. It’s scary and exciting.
My sister Cyn didn’t have an orgasm until Shane, and it wasn’t from a lack of trying. I hope nothing’s wrong with me.
My panties are soaked from his touch, so one thing works right. Raw nerves bite into me, setting my skin on fire. I tense and go rigid. I want him to like sex with me.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod, chewing a hole into my bottom lip. “Just a little nervous. This is my first time.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, peering into my eyes. His are so blue I want to fall into them.
“No.”
He kisses me tenderly on my ear and then down my neck. It feels so damn good. “Then relax,” he says. “I will take care of you.”
I know this is right. I go to return his kiss, cupping his chin to move his lips closer to mine. I fight through my nerves so that I own this moment and this gorgeous man. He risked his neck to save me tonight, and I intend on thanking him and discovering every inch of his magnificent body.
My hands fist in his hair, and my tongue latches onto his. We’re a mess of hands groping, legs tangling, and mouths clashing. The fervor in his kisses spurs me on. I want, no need all of him.
His mouth moves from my mouth down my neck to my breastbone. He cups both breasts, pulling down the bra so that my nipples pop out. He sucks each one hard, and the jolt of electricity shoots from my hardened nipples to between my thighs. With one snap he frees my breasts and tosses the bra to the floor.
“Oh sweet Jesus,” he says. “They’re as beautiful as the rest of you.”
His mouth keeps traveling south, licking and teething each hip while his hands don’t leave my breasts, caressing them. I moan and breathe in the intoxicating scent of a man, his dash of cologne and a hint of soap. He unzips my jeans and pulls them down and off.
