Dwyer, Dixie Lynn - Stacy's Destiny [The Town of Pearl 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “I don’t want to talk to you!” she yelled then clicked off the phone and tossed it onto the sheet-covered couch. A few seconds later, it rang again. She hugged herself, and the tears began to fall. Despite her mental desire to remain calm and not let that asshole get to her, it seemed her physical body was deeply affected. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and her heart pounded inside her chest. She had to calm down. She couldn’t allow him to beat her down. Stacy wiped her tears with the back of her hand and began to clean up the mess she made. She gathered up the plastic that now had half a gallon of beige paint on it and decided that she might as well head to the hardware store for more. She needed four cans to paint the area she wanted to paint and wouldn’t want to have to quit in the middle of it to run out then. As she began to carry the plastic out of the living room to throw into the outside garbage, her cell phone rang again.

  Frustrated, she decided to let it ring. On her way into town she would get the number changed and then call Millie and Anna to let them know the new number. She threw out the garbage and headed back inside to grab her wallet, keys, and the phone. It was ringing over and over again. She looked down at the caller ID and saw that it said private. There were also three voice messages. Now she was getting angry. She flipped open the phone as she walked out the front door.

  “Listen, asshole, you can call me over and over again and I still don’t want to hear all the disgusting things you have to say. Leave me alone!” she yelled then clicked off the phone again. She turned the volume down and got into her car.

  * * * *

  “Fuck!” Max yelled as he hurried out of the office and to his patrol truck

  “What’s going on? Is everything okay?” Sheriff Wyatt, his cousin, asked.

  Max quickly explained the phone call and Stacy’s reaction.

  “It sounds like this asshole is bothering her. You talked to the investigator this morning, didn’t you?” Wyatt asked.

  “Yeah and I didn’t like what he had to say. It seems that Stacy’s friend Millie was being harassed for information. Stacy hadn’t called to tell me anything yet.”

  “It sounds like he got her cell phone number and has been calling her. Make sure she gives you that phone. We can trace the calls or have the investigators do it. It could prove useful as evidence at a later date for a harassment suit.”

  “Right now all I care about is seeing her and making sure that she’s safe, Wyatt. I feel like punching something.”

  “Just calm down. It sounded like she was pretty upset.”

  “She thinks that she can handle this herself. Eric and I feel otherwise. She can’t hide this information from us. If he’s bothering her or threatening her, we need to know about it.”

  “I agree with you a hundred percent. Go check on her and let me know if you need my help with anything.”

  “Thanks,” Max stated as he headed across the parking lot to his patrol truck.

  Max just pulled out of the parking lot when he spotted Stacy’s car pulling into the hardware store. He pulled into the parking spot next to hers and got out of the car. As soon as they locked gazes, he saw the fear and the anger on her face. He hurried to her.

  “What the hell is going on? Goddamn it, I’ve been trying to call you. Is that Weiner asshole bothering you and calling your cell?” he demanded to know, and apparently his anger was too intense for Stacy as she covered her face and began to cry.

  Max immediately pulled her into his arms and held her against his chest.

  “Oh baby, I’m sorry I yelled. I was so scared when I heard your words when I called. Tell me what happened. Is he calling your phone?” he asked, holding her tighter than he meant to, but she was shaking in his arms.

  He released his hold to cup her face between his hands. The sight of her red cheeks all wet from her tears and the fear in her eyes broke his heart and fed his anger at the same time. He softly kissed her lips then hugged her to him. Stacy clung to his chest, her face wedged against his stomach indicating the significant difference between their heights.

  “Is everything okay over here?” Wyatt asked as he approached. Stacy wiped her tears away and began to push against Max’s chest.

  “That asshole has been calling her cell phone, Wyatt,” Max replied, and Stacy pulled away and turned toward Max’s cousin. Max held her hand then gently wiped some of the tears off her cheeks.

  “I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t care that he’s calling. He can say anything he wants. I’m going to change the number,” she stated as Max grabbed her hand and held it tight.

  Max eyed his cousin as Wyatt stepped closer.

  “I know we haven’t officially met, Stacy, but I’m the Sheriff of Pearl and Max is my cousin. He informed me about the situation in New York. We’re here for you, Stacy. My cousins Max and Eric will protect you. But the only way we can help you is if you cooperate with us. We need to know when this guy contacts you or anything out of the ordinary occurs. Do you have the phone?” Wyatt asked.

  Stacy nodded her head towards the car.

  “It’s in the car, honey?” Max asked.

  “I tossed it into the backseat after I heard some of his voice messages. He’s crazy, Max. He said some things…I couldn’t listen to it Max.”

  Max saw the fear and upset in her eyes and had the feeling that he was going to get angrier.

  “I’ll get it, Max. Why don’t you go across to the diner and take an early lunch? Have something to eat, and then when you’re ready, you follow Stacy home then come back to the department,” Wyatt suggested.

  “No problem. Come on, honey. Let’s get something to eat.

  When Stacy entered the restaurant Francine’s, everyone said hello as usual, and Stacy excused herself to use the ladies’ room. Wyatt immediately called his brother Eric to inform him of the situation. He would meet Stacy back at her place then stay with her and paint. Neither one of them wanted to leave her alone.

  * * * *

  Barry paced his office. That bitch hung up on him. How dare she do that? When he got a hold of her, she would learn real quick who the boss was. He was already coming up with a plan. Once he located her, he could make the arrangements. Right now he needed to arrange his work schedule to be able to leave at a moment’s notice. In his position, that shouldn’t be hard at all. Maybe Stacy would call him back once she listened to his messages. She knew he was in charge. He explained some of the things he would do to her and what would happen if she didn’t call him back. He smiled to himself as he looked out the window at the city skyscrapers. He wasn’t liking New York so much anymore. With thoughts of Stacy came thoughts of the islands. He would take her away, somewhere far, far away from New York, from the United States, and from any interruptions by the stupid authorities and his crazy wife. Stacy was everything that Evelyn wasn’t. Stacy was gorgeous, sexy, and sophisticated. Why couldn’t she have just allowed him his way to begin with? Her stubbornness would be fun to break. It wouldn’t be easy, but he liked a good fight. He knew how he would restrain her. He would handcuff her to their bed, the bed that he would make love to her over and over again in.

  Her body was a work of art. He wouldn’t want to scar it in any way, but he was prepared to train her to obey his every command. He closed his eyes as thoughts of Stacy filled his mind. His dick was hard since the phone call a few minutes ago. Damn, he wished he knew where she was right now. He would find her, grab her wrists, throw her down on her bed or against a wall, wherever she was, and punish her. He remembered the feel of her big breasts in his hands. They spilled over his palms and fingers no matter how hard he grabbed them attempting to cup the entire breast. She screamed, but he knew it was just an act. Even the way she dressed so conservatively for work was just an act. She would be his submissive little woman.

  His cock grew harder and to the point of being unbearable. He locked his door to his office sat down in the chair behind his desk and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock from confinement and stroked it slowly. He wanted to fant
asize about Stacy. He could practically smell her unique perfume. It was never pungent or overwhelming. It was sweet and light just like her. He imagined her in one of those knee-length pencil skirts she wore to work. There was a short slip in the back that fell level to the back of her knees. He’d grab her by her hair, shove her shoulders and breasts to his desk, then rip the material of her skirt straight up the middle. She wore thong panties, he was certain of that. He never noticed panty lines on her ass in any skirt or dress pants she wore. The globes of her ass were perfectly round. For such a tiny thing, she sure did have a nice, plump ass. As his fingers dug in to spread her cheeks, he knew he wouldn’t feel bone. He hated a boney ass.

  Barry stroked his cock faster just imagining his Stacy in such a submissive position. He’d spank her for being recalcitrant. Then he’d spread her wide as he leaned his body over hers and whispered in her ear. You’re mine. You belong to me. I own this ass and every inch of you, including your soul. Then he’d plunge inside her pussy from behind and fuck her hard and fast. Barry pumped his fingers faster over his shaft. The pre-cum began to lubricate his fingers. He felt himself losing control of his breath. He panted then reclaimed his composure. He couldn’t allow her to have any control of him. He would be her master, her one and only lover ever. He saw her face in his mind. Her cheek was pressed against the papers on his desk, her mouth open, moaning for him to fuck her harder and thrust faster. His balls slammed against her cheeks, echoing across the room. He held a fistful of her hair and tilted her head back toward him, making her scream her orgasm while she proclaimed her love for him. He exploded inside of her, filling her with his seed and possessing her in every way. They were bound now. They were one for all eternity.

  The sound of the intercom interrupted his fantasy as Barry jumped forward in his seat. He ejaculated all over his hands and his desk. “Fuck!”

  He reached for some tissues and quickly cleaned himself up then pressed the buzzer. His stupid, ugly secretary better have had a good reason for interrupting him. He hated the bitch, but his father-in-law liked her a lot. Susie was annoying and all prim and proper. Barry’s wife Evelyn had made sure that Barry got the ugliest secretary in the company.

  “What is it?” he yelled into the intercom.

  “Mrs. Weiner is here, sir. We tried your door, but it’s locked,” Susie stated, and he grinded his teeth as he cursed his stupid wife and her spontaneous visits to the office. The bitch knew he wasn’t faithful. She had to. Soon he wouldn’t have to worry about her. If Evelyn kept spying on him, she would wind up dead just like the others. Once Barry found Stacy, it wouldn’t matter anyway. He zipped up his pants and rechecked the desk. Everything looked in order and the afterglow of his release was shorter than he would have liked.

  “Send her in, Susie,” he stated as he pressed the button to the intercom. Then he walked over and unlocked the door. Hopefully the private investigator would find Stacy in the next few days. Then he could begin his new life with his new wife and put Evelyn and the others behind him.

  * * * *

  Stacy stood on the front porch as Max told Eric what had happened. Immediately Eric pulled Stacy into his arms and held her tight. She tried to say that she was fine and attempted to pull away, but Eric wouldn’t allow it, just like Max hadn’t earlier in town.

  She had allowed her fear and upset to show in front of them, and it seemed to encourage their overprotectiveness and possessiveness of her. As good as it felt to be held by them, it was only temporary. She wasn’t stupid. She needed time to think this through and rationalize what the heck was happening to her life. She couldn’t understand why it seemed that Barry had become obsessed with her. That was exactly how he sounded on the phone. He was obsessed and under the illusion that she would be his lover and that he would possess her. As she thought about her time at Mercer, she knew that she had never initiated any flirting or show of interest toward Barry. He, however, thought otherwise. She couldn’t listen to any more messages he left of his descriptions of what he planned to do to her. It was disgusting, and she wondered if the investigators from New York could arrest him for saying such disgusting things.

  “Baby, why don’t we go inside and relax. Max has to head back to work,” Eric stated as he took her hands and brought her knuckles to his lips before kissing them.

  “You don’t have to stay. I’m fine really. I overreacted back in town. I’ve been on edge for weeks now and should really be having some sort of nervous breakdown soon, so it’s best if you two both leave. Plus, I have a lot to do inside,” she stated, trying to pull away from him. Eric frowned, and she swallowed hard.

  “I’m not leaving you, so cut the tough girl act out,” he stated then looked at Max.

  “Call me if you hear anything.”

  “I will,” Max replied then kissed Stacy on the cheek as he caressed her back.

  “Let Eric take care of you. I’ll feel better knowing that one of us is with you at all times.”

  “I don’t need for either of you to be here. Really I am fine,” she replied, and Max gave her a stern expression. She could tell that he was clenching his teeth as the muscles in his cheeks vibrated. She lowered her eyes, and Eric released his hold of her so Max could obviously address her comment. Max took her hand and pulled her toward him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her up against his chest. She felt his gear wedge up against her midsection and the thick metal buckle from his police belt. She knew he carried a gun in his holster on his right along with handcuffs and other things. She had to admit to herself that she was turned on by his law enforcement position and superiority. But that didn’t mean she would take orders from him and be bossed around. No matter how sexy the deputy was.

  Max’s other hand moved from her hand and wrist, up her arm to her cheek. He tilted her head up toward him and held her chin firmly. “I admire your courage and I respect your desire to act tough and feel the need to handle things yourself, honey, but this situation was taken to another level today. This guy’s threats will not be taken likely, and they will not go uninvestigated. I’m headed to the department to see what the sheriff has come up with. I’ll take care of getting a new phone number for you. I’ve got a friend in Turbank that works for a phone store. He’ll take care of this, and you’ll have a new number in a few days. In the meantime, let Eric stay here with you. You’re not alone in this situation. You’ve got us,” he stated just as Eric placed his hands on her shoulders. She jumped, her nerves a little on edge still, and Eric massaged her shoulders then leaned down and kissed the back of her neck. Max leaned closer a second later and kissed her softly on the lips. He was thorough in his kiss, and she felt his hand caress her body and cup her breast in the palm of his hand. She was lost in the sensation of how good it felt to be touched by them, whether one of them or both of them together.

  Eric placed his hands on her hip bones and thrust his cock at the crevice of her ass. She reached a hand back and placed it over one of Eric’s hands that gripped her hip bone. With her other hand, she reached up to caress Max’s cheek as he continued to explore her mouth. Eric thrust against her again just as Max rolled her nipple between his two fingers then pulled. She went weak in their arms, but they caught her as Max released her lips and Eric kissed her shoulder and neck then nibbled.

  “Damn, honey, I wish I didn’t have to go back to work right now. But I know I’ll see you later on. I’ll bring supper from Francine’s. Then tomorrow night you’ll give us a preview of your cooking skills at our place. Eric will bring you over to acquaint you with everyone and show you the kitchen. I can’t wait to taste your cooking and then taste you for dessert.” He cupped her pussy over the jeans she wore and ran his thumb across the upper part of her mound. Despite the layer of material, she was aroused and wet for him.

  “But I haven’t accepted that job cooking for you and your cousins yet,” she whispered, amazed at how sexy her voice sounded even to her own ears. It came out sounding like a tease instead of a turndown.


  Eric turned her toward him and cupped her ass cheek with one hand and her face with the other. “Oh, you’ll be coming tomorrow, and you’ll be coming tonight. Oh hell…you’ll be coming in two minutes,” Eric stated then he lifted her up, threw her over his shoulder, and headed inside the cottage. Max laughed as he yelled something as Eric closed the door. He headed straight to her bedroom.

  “Eric, put me down! What are you doing?” she demanded to know, but damn, was she so turned on right now. She never would have thought such a barbaric action would drench her pussy.

  “You smell so damn good, baby. I’m craving my woman’s pussy right now, so don’t give me any of your lip.” Before she could react to his statement, he flipped her up off of his shoulder and onto her bed. He spread her legs and covered her body with his own as he kissed her before she could protest any further. Once his tongue began to explore her mouth and his hands began to rid her of her clothing, there were no more protests coming out of her. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  * * * *

  Eric felt his body burn with need. He was so concerned over Stacy’s well-being when Max had called him that he left the ranch and sped over to her place in his truck. He felt sick to his stomach until he saw her blue car pull up the driveway with Max’s sheriff’s patrol truck following close behind. Once she was in his arms, he released a sigh of relief, but he was far from feeling relaxed. He wanted to find this asshole bothering his woman and rip his fucking throat out, but he couldn’t show that type of reaction to Stacy. He needed to be inside her right now. He needed for her to know that she belonged to him and Max.