by Jenny Penn
Molly could feel Bruce shifting as he turned to pay special attention to first one foot and then the other. Normally ticklish, she didn’t even giggle but groaned as his strong grip worked to leave her feet limp and completely relaxed. The tension returned, though, as his hands began to creep back up her other leg until his fingers brushed against the wet folds of her pussy.
This time he didn’t deny her.
This time he pressed inward, parting the swollen lips of her pussy to discover the creamy depths waiting between them. The mere brush of his fingertips over her intimate flesh had Molly moaning, her hips arching upward in a silent invitation that Bruce accepted. With a touch so light it almost tickled, he began to explore her sensitive folds, making Molly twist and pant as he brushed over her clit with a teasing glance of his fingers.
She wanted, needed, more, but Bruce left her aching as his fingers traced the crease down to the puckered entrance to her ass. Molly tensed slightly, certain of what came next as she felt him retreat. He shifted once again above her. The slight pop of a cap being pulled free sounded in the silence of the night. It was followed by the fragrance of cherries before Bruce’s fingers returned to slip down between the crease that divided the rounded globes of her ass and tease the entrance hidden there once again.
Only this time Bruce didn’t hesitate to press inward, stretching her muscles around the thick width of his fingers. The pressure sent a tingle of awareness racing through her that quickly blurred into a fuzzy sense of pleasure as he slowly began to twist and pump his fingers. Each stroke flamed the wanton flare of need blooming through her pelvis.
Even as she began to ache for more of the forbidden pleasure, Molly felt the hot wash of Bruce’s heated breath against the creaming flesh of her cunt. The soft, velvety feel of his tongue licking out and over the intimate folds of her pussy sent a shiver of wicked delight racing up her spine. The sensation sharpened with the raw edge of rapture as he trapped her clit beneath his wet kiss and began to suck.
It didn’t take but minutes for the ecstasy tingling along her nerve endings to explode, swamping her in a magical tide so potent it all but tore her soul from her body. Molly could easily have floated away on the waves of pleasure if Bruce had just let her, but he didn’t pause, and soon those waves began to roll and crash into each other in an endless storm that gathered once again within her.
This time when it erupted it sent Molly into a writhing, screaming fit of joy that only intensified as she felt Bruce’s fingers retreat. They were quickly replaced by the slick feel of a plastic plug. Molly knew the feel. Logan had introduced her to the pleasure of plugs last night, but this one was thicker, and longer, stealing the very breath from her lungs as it filled her almost to the point of pain.
Without hesitation or even giving Molly a chance to adjust, Bruce began to fuck her hard and fast, making her come in just the same way. Her ass clenched tightly around the plastic toy as her cunt spasmed in empty agony. Not that Bruce cared.
He didn’t even seem to notice the pleas that fell from Molly’s lips as he continued to devour her cunt, giving her only a taste of the thickness she craved as he screwed his tongue into her pulsing depths. All too soon, Molly didn’t even have the mind left to form words.
Suspended in an endless sea of ecstasy, Molly lost all sense of reality. Her whole world condensed down to the glorious pleasure throbbing through her with a carnal beat, and Bruce was the maestro, playing her body like a finely tuned instrument. As the master of her passions, Bruce determined when they reached the pinnacle of the symphony of delight.
Bruce was in no rush. He took his time, bringing Molly to one explosive climax after another until she didn’t think she had the strength, much less the energy, to endure anymore. Only then did he tuck the thick plug deep into her ass and rear up onto his knees, bringing the bulbous head of his leaking cock to press against the opening of her sheath.
Molly’s breath caught, her eyes rolling backward as he pushed forward, filling her with his meaty hardness. With her ass still stretched wide around the plug, there was little room left for Bruce, but that didn’t stop him from sliding all the way in, packing her so full of cock Molly couldn’t breathe without feeling the sizzling pinch of pressure radiating out of her cunt.
Then he started to move, and Molly’s whole body exploded with a frantic frenzy of enviable delight. As the hard flesh of his dick ground over the sensitive walls of her sheath, Bruce set fire to every nerve ending Molly possessed, making her entire body buzz and tingle with a rhapsody of rapture so pure it left her glowing with a pleasure too fine to be anything but savored.
That was just what Molly did, moaning over every stroke of his cock as it pumped deep into her with a growing speed that matched the grunts falling from Bruce’s lips. Though she couldn’t see him, Molly knew that he was straining to hold on. She could feel that truth in the strength of his grip as he held her hips still, taking total command of the moment.
Not that Molly objected.
In no condition to even consider offering a voice of complaint, she wouldn’t have anyway. Enjoying his hard, fast fucking way too much, she didn’t even consider begging for anything but more, not that she needed to. More was exactly what Bruce gave her as he began to groan and heave with a ruthless strength that had him pounding into her with a fast tempo that matched the winding twist of tension growing out of her cunt to consume her whole.
Faster, harder, he rode her with a mercilessness that Molly loved, driving her right to the peak of an orgasm so strong it felt as if it would shatter her soul as it finally crested with a sharpness that had her screaming and the headboard banging against the wall. Her fingers curled into tight fists as her muscles clamped down around Bruce’s pillaging dick, but she couldn’t hold on.
Not to him.
Not to the world around her.
As the ecstasy ripped through her, Molly gave herself over to both the beauty and the exhaustion, passing right out into dreams no less sweet than reality.
Chapter Eleven
The next few days dragged out as far as Logan was concerned. It might have had something to do with a lack of sleep. He wasn’t getting much thanks to Molly. She was either in his bed or screaming the rafters down from Bruce’s. Those nights were the worse. Logan ached to join Bruce and Molly, but he didn’t.
Despite Molly’s eagerness when they were in bed, Logan could sense that she was still hiding. She rushed around every morning, fleeing out the door as if trying to escape the truth of the night before. She’d also started to work late, assuring that they didn’t see her until they got home late at night to find her sleeping in one of their beds. In simple terms, Molly was having her affair and giving no extra quarter.
That just didn’t seem right to Logan.
He actually wanted to spend time with her. That was a strange new first when it came to a woman. Logan didn’t fight it, though. There was no point, after all. He was being denied it. Denial was a painful state.
“You know what we need to do?” Logan finally broke the silence that he and Bruce had maintained as they searched all through the abandoned house they’d broken into. Nobody was home. There was nobody to hear him.
“What?” Bruce asked as he turned around in the middle of the finished attic. “Finally catch this son of a bitch?”
Logan shot his cousin a dirty look for being such a smartass. “Well, yeah, but I’m talking about after that.”
“We celebrate?” Bruce tossed back with a smirk bigger than the state of Texas as he started heading back for the stairs.
Of course, his cousin was grinning. It was Bruce’s night, and both men fully expected Molly to be passed out naked in his bed. That made it Logan’s night to suffer, meaning he wasn’t in such a good mood.
“I’m talking longer-term plans than just sitting around and throwing a few back. I’m talking about a vacation.” Logan fell into step with his cousin as he revealed that grand plan. “I’m talking margaritas, beach, and keeping
Molly in nothing more than a tiny bikini.”
“We live by the beach,” Bruce reminded him as if Logan needed to be. “And you know that Molly only owns a one-piece.”
“Then we buy her a bikini, and I’m talking about a vacation,” Logan repeated. “A real one, where we go somewhere and have room service.”
“And one big bed to share?” Bruce tacked on, following Logan as he led the way back down the stairs.
“That works for me.”
“But not for Molly,” Bruce grumbled.
No, not for Molly, but Logan didn’t think that was because she objected to the sex. Hell, the woman had taken to the butt plug like a natural. She was ready, physically at least. Emotionally, though, she was still a tough nut to crack.
“And that’s why we need to take her on a vacation.” Logan concluded his thoughts by returning back to the argument. “We’ll take her some place and loosen her all up, and before you know it—”
Logan came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, going silent and tense as his ears strained to catch another hint of the sound that had interrupted him. Bruce must not have heard it. He stomped down the last step and shot Logan a curious look.
“What? You really think Molly’s going to—”
“Shhh!” Logan waved away Bruce’s complaint and nodded toward the window at the end of the hall. “Do hear that? That sound like a car to you?”
Bruce went silent for a second before muttering a curse and crossing the hall to peer out the old, shattered window. He hovered in the shadows, glaring at something out on the yard. Logan knew before Bruce started whispering that he’d been right.
“We got a vehicle, no lights, creeping.” Bruce tilted his head, clearly trying to get a better view, but the moon wasn’t helping them much tonight. He didn’t get the best details. “Dark, blue or black, four doors, sedan. Driver and a passenger.”
It could have just been kids. It could have been anything. Something, though, told Logan it was their guy, and he reached for his phone. One button dialed up his cousins, and he didn’t even have to start with any other greeting than, “We’ve got movement.”
Soon they’d have backup, but not soon enough.
Even as Logan gave them their address, he knew whether they survived the next few minutes was up to Bruce and Logan. They didn’t hesitate to meet the challenge as they both began moving quickly to the ground floor. Every step of the way they were straining to hear what was going on outside.
The car stopped, but the engine didn’t die, even as a door opened. A few seconds later another door opened, and by then, Logan had reached the front door. He stepped off to the side to peer out of one of the small living room windows, and what he saw sent a chill racing through him that held Logan still for a moment.
The driver hadn’t gotten out but had leaned over the limp passenger to push open the side door. Then he was shoving the woman slumped over in her seat right out onto the ground. Logan could see the blood glistening in the moonlight and responded out of instinct.
He went running for the front door, but it was too late. Logan burst through the hard wood, using his shoulder to crack it in two as Bruce barreled out onto the porch with him. The car, though, had already started to cut through the yard in a squeal of tires and dirt.
That didn’t stop Logan from taking aim. He missed by a mile with his first shot, but his second would have been on target if the asshole hadn’t gunned the car. He spun the wheels hard enough to have the passenger door closed. Logan ran after him, trying to hit the tires, but it was too dark, and the car accelerated too quickly. It took off down the road, even as the lights started coming on in the neighbor’s house. Logan ignored them, reaching for his phone once more to press a different button. In seconds the 911 operator was asking what kind of emergency he had.
As Logan turned around to watch Bruce lift his head and shake it at him, he knew he had the worst kind of emergency of all. The woman was already dead.
* * * *
“Well, that confirms it. Guy is in town.”
Bruce glanced across the table to stare at Tony in amazement. The man showed no emotion to the fact that a woman had been killed that night. A woman they were supposed to save.
They’d failed.
All they’d managed to do was assure that she hadn’t been raped and tortured before some sicko put a bullet between her eyes. Bruce’s gut clenched, his eyes dropping back to the table as the image of that poor woman ran through his mind. In all his years, in all the shit he’d gotten into, Bruce had never experienced death like he had that night.
He never wanted to experience it again.
“We need to find this bastard.” As in now.
Bruce didn’t want another woman to go down because they’d failed again. That, he knew, was a sentiment shared by all those gathered around in the office’s break room. Thankfully, Maryanne wasn’t in the mix, or she might have put herself right into the middle of the danger. Collin and Jason knew it, too, which explained why they were keeping her busy elsewhere.
“Yeah.” Big Bob sighed with that agreement, his head bobbing slowly with a nod. “That’s going to be harder now that he knows you’re tracking him. He’s going to change his pattern.”
That was for sure, but Bruce didn’t think Guy would flee. He’d made a statement tonight. He was taunting them. He wanted to play, but Bruce was in no mood for games. That didn’t mean he had a plan, though. Even after hours of sitting there working up one, he still didn’t feel very confident that they’d developed a winning one.
Searching abandoned houses wouldn’t get them anywhere, but if the bastard was watching them, then he’d know if they stopped searching. That might give Guy the opening he wanted. So, they would continue searching. They were also going to expand their search.
With the police’s help that night, they’d identified the vehicle Guy had stolen, but Bruce didn’t hold out for there to be any forensic evidence left in. The bastard had torched it, which, on the other hand, had made it easy to find.
Identifying the woman hadn’t been hard either. She’d gone missing from a local bar barely an hour before Guy had dumped her unceremoniously into the yard. Given how long it took to travel from the bar to where Logan and Bruce had been, that didn’t leave much time for the bastard to have done anything else but shoot the woman in the car. That was cold consolation.
They were going to have to start searching bars, malls, grocery stores, every damn parking lot in town, and any other place a man could pick up a woman easily. It seemed like an impossible task, but they wouldn’t be working alone. The cops would be out there, too. With a body on their hands, they were giving the chase highest priority now.
That didn’t change the sick feeling of dread filling Bruce as they finally split up for the night. He followed Logan back out of the door as he told himself that the horrible sensation was natural given how his night had gone. That didn’t offer him any consolation. It was a tense, silent ride home. The whole way, Bruce had only one thought in his mind—Molly.
He needed her now more than ever. She would know how to soothe the pain and chaos tearing him apart inside. She wouldn’t even have to do anything. Just her scent alone, filling the air as he pushed in the front door, was enough to ease the tension gripping his muscles tightly.
Like a moth drawn to the light, Bruce moved through the living room and down the darkened hallway, making straight for his bedroom door with Logan’s footsteps echoing just behind him. Bruce didn’t object, and he didn’t waste time thinking about his cousin as he followed Bruce into his bedroom.
Neither man said a word as they both quickly stripped down and slid onto opposite sides of the bed. Then Bruce was wrapping his arms around Molly and pulling her close until her soft curves brushed over his bare skin, sending a rush of warmth through him. He was home and safe, and he wasn’t alone.
Bruce felt his cousin pull Molly’s arm across Logan’s chest as he settled down on the other side of the woman they
both needed to chase the demons away. She did that with every soft sigh of her breath, washing away all the stress of the night and allowing Bruce to pass out into a peaceful sleep.
* * * *
Molly knew something bad had happened. She could all but sense it in the air. It clung to both Logan and Bruce with the same hardened grip that they had locked her in. She was trapped between their heat and their sadness with Bruce curling in tight behind her and Logan dragging her arm around his side as he snuggled in tightly against her front.
They didn’t press her for anything, only proving even more that it had been a rough night…but, at least, they’d come home whole. That was all the really mattered to Molly. Tightening her grip on Logan and squirming back deeper into Bruce’s hold, Molly closed her eyes and silently thanked God for that gift before passing back out.
She woke up only a few hours later to the contented snores of both men. As much as Molly loathed to leave the warm cocoon they had her wrapped up in, she was determined not to be late that morning. That was just what she’d be if either man woke up and put the erections pressing in on her from either side to good use.
While that idea tempted her, Molly wasn’t sure she was really ready to give in to that kind of passion once again. So, instead, she wiggled out from between the hard press of Logan’s and Bruce’s bodies and scurried off to take a quick shower. When she returned to dress, they were both still snoring away, though the cousins had turned away from each other.
Molly smiled as she paused to admire the sight they made. There was no mistaking the strength or the hardness of either man’s well-toned body, but there was something so sweet looking about them in that moment. They fairly glowed with boyish charm and such a strange sense of innocence that she couldn’t help but feel her heart melt.
Despite their rough edges and the coarse tendencies, Bruce and Logan were both good men…and she was falling in love with them. That truth hit Molly like a fist in her gut, making her almost instantly sick. Suddenly, she couldn’t move fast enough.
