Dangerous Silence (O'Connor Brothers Book 5)

by Rhonda Brewer

  “Watch it, little girl.” Trunk pointed his finger at her.

  “So, watch while I demonstrate on Trunk.” Jess laughed when Trunk backed away. “I’m not actually going to hit you. You’re such a pussy.”

  Billie observed as Jess slowly showed each step and Trunk made them laugh by moving in slow motion after each pretend blow. He was quite a character, and he seemed to have taken a liking to Abbie.

  “Do you want to try?” Jess asked them.

  “Oh, I’ll give it a try.” Abbie grinned as she stalked toward Trunk.

  Trunk looked both excited and scared at the same time. He wrapped his large arm around Abbie’s neck and whispered something into her ear. Abbie narrowed her eyes, and for a minute she didn’t move.

  “What’s wrong, Abs?” Trunk chuckled, but that was his first mistake because Abbie came back with her elbow just like Jess had shown them. Trunk didn't expect it, and the air blew out in a whoosh. Abbie stomped down on his instep, and he cursed. When he turned his head to avoid an elbow to the nose, he almost missed Abbie's fist aimed at his groin.

  Trunk grabbed her hand kicked his leg behind her knee and knocked her on her back. He sat on her and held her hands over her head the whole while Abbie called him everything but his name.

  “You’re a real tiger aren’t you?” Trunk chuckled, but Abbie was able to get one of her hands free and quickly used her partial freedom to grab again.

  Trunk jumped up before she could and left her panting on the floor with a look that could cut someone in two. She propped herself up on her elbows and turned to look at where Billie, Dana, and Jess stood.

  “How was that?” Abbie was a little out of breath, but Trunk clenched his jaw and growled.

  “Not bad.” Jess laughed. “Anyone else what to give it a go?”

  “Not fucking likely. I’ll send Smash in. You can beat the shit out of his danglers.” Trunk grumbled and left the room.

  “Smash?” Dana laughed.

  “Gage Hodder, he’s another analyst Keith has.” Jess helped Abbie to her feet.

  The elusive Smash didn’t appear, but Jess gave Billie a rough workout. Billie did feel better about being able to protect herself, but that didn’t help the sickening feeling she felt every time she thought about being sold to someone.

  That evening Billie felt the effects of training with Jess. She had aches where she didn’t know she had muscles. It was no wonder Jess looked like a bodybuilder, well not quite a bodybuilder but the woman had no body fat.

  “How did it go today?” Mike walked into the room where Billie lay spread out on the bed. She lifted her head, and he smiled.

  “Jess tried to kill us, and Abbie tried to castrate Trunk.” Billie let her head drop back and groaned.

  “Feeling a little sore?” Mike chuckled as he crawled onto the bed.

  “No, a little sore would be fine, but my body thinks I lost my freaking mind,” Billie grumbled.

  “Roll over.” Mike twirled his finger, and she laughed.

  “Do you think I could move right now? It was enough of a struggle to raise my hands to wash my hair. Which is why it’s still in a towel by the way.” Billie sighed.

  Mike shook his head and laughed, but he carefully helped her roll over onto her stomach. He pulled the robe she’d wrapped around her, down to her waist and positioned her arms down by her sides as he straddled her legs.

  When the heat of his hands touched her skin, she moaned. Then he gently worked his fingers into the sore muscles across her shoulders and down her back. She was sure if anyone were listening they’d think there was more than a massage going on.

  “I thought I loved you before but… God that's incredible.” Billie sighed.

  “I’m glad you like this, but those little noises are making me stiff.” Mike groaned when she lifted her hips to tease him.

  “I’ll massage that for you if you want?” Billie giggled when she heard him curse.

  “As tempting as that is, let me do this for you first.” Mike leaned over her body and kissed her ear. “Then you can thank me.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, and she shivered.

  Billie’s body was vibrating with need by the time Mike worked his way down her back to her ass and the top of her thighs. He ran his tongue down the center of her back while he kneaded the muscles in the back of her legs.

  “Fucking beautiful,” Mike mumbled.

  When his tongue slowly traced between the cheeks of her ass, she gasped. She wasn’t sure how she felt about him back there, but it made her core ache with need. He pushed her legs apart and glided his tongue painstakingly slow to where she needed it most.

  “Mike. Oh. Yes.” Billie raised her hips and fisted the blankets when his tongue slid into her, and his finger made small circles around her clit.

  “Come for me,” Mike growled against her wetness sending a vibration through her entire body. “I want you to come on my tongue, Beautiful.”

  Those words were all she needed because her body shuttered as an orgasm exploded through her body. Mike didn’t give her a chance to move as he flipped her over, covered her folds with his mouth and drove his tongue deep inside her.

  “Oh. Fuck. Mike.” Billie’s back arched as another climax hit her.

  “You. Taste. Better. Than. Anything. I’ve. Ever. Touched. With. My. Tongue.” Mike placed a kiss on her body for every word he spoke as he moved above her.

  Billie glanced down between them and saw his erection bulging in the front of his jeans. She bit her lip and looked up to meet his eyes. The blue was darker from arousal, and she was sure hers were probably the same.

  “That looks really, painful. He’s probably not happy about being confined like that” Billie smiled as she cupped the front of his jeans.

  “Oh, he certainly isn’t, but I don’t trust him when he’s uncaged. All he wants is to dive right into that sweet pussy.” Mike closed his eyes while she rubbed him through his clothes.

  “I don’t see the problem with that.” Billie popped the button and glided the zipper down.

  “It’s not a problem. It’s just that my mouth likes to have a turn too.” Mike dropped his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

  “I understand that. I like when that mouth takes its turn.” Billie pushed him over until he was on his back.

  “Condom,” Mike gasped as she pulled him free of his jeans and he ripped off his shirt.

  “My mouth needs a turn too.” Billie didn’t give him a chance to answer as she dropped his jeans and crawled between his legs.

  “Fuck,” Mike growled through clenched teeth when she took him into her mouth and slid her lips down his length. She felt his legs tighten and squeeze against her as she cupped his balls and moved her lips up and down his length.

  There was no way she could get the full length of him into her mouth unless she took him down her throat and she knew that made his eyes roll back in his head. She pulled her mouth off and looked up. He was watching every move she made.

  “He wants inside.” Mike strained when her hands squeezed his balls gently.

  “Not yet. I want to watch one thing.” The confused look on his face made her giggle.

  “What are you up to?”

  Billie kept her gaze locked with his and slowly took the head of his cock into her mouth. He smiled as she slowly slid her mouth up and down a couple of times. When she slid down further, she saw the recognition in his face. He knew what was next.

  “Holy Fuck.” Mike’s eyes rolled back in his head, and Billie slowly slid her mouth up and down his length a couple of more times, but she wanted him inside her.

  Mike had her on her back in seconds, and the condom rolled on. He grabbed her ankles and rested them on his shoulders. His cock was at the entrance of her sex, and she lifted her hips. Mike grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his length.

  “Baby, you feel so fucking good around me.” Mike thrust in and out of her.

  “I love the way you feel inside me.” Billie panted as his
speed increased.

  “Billie, Fuck.” Mike’s hips moved fast as he slammed into her over and over.

  She knew he wasn’t going to last much longer and neither was she. When he pressed the heel of his hand against her swollen clit and rubbed it in time with his thrusts, she felt it start at her toes and slowly travel up her body.

  “Come for me, Billie.” Mike panted. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

  Seconds later her body trembled and Mike slammed deep inside her. Behind her eyelids, she saw stars, and she was sure she was floating. She’d never had issues achieving orgasm, but with Mike, they were intense and mind-blowing.

  She didn’t even notice Mike’s weight on top of her until she opened her eyes and he was grinning down at her. He was like the cat who ate the canary.

  “You look pretty impressed with yourself.” Billie stretched her arms over her head.

  “You look pretty satisfied, Beautiful.” Mike brushed his lips against hers.

  “Hmmm. I’m not sure satisfied is the right word.” Billie teased but gasped when she realized he was still inside her and still hard. “You didn’t come?”

  “Not yet. I just wanted you to enjoy that orgasm.” Mike covered her mouth with his, and his hips started to move again.

  Billie groaned as he slammed into her over and over. His arms braced on either side of her, and he gazed into her eyes. Two more pumps and Mike’s body shook. He pushed himself deep inside her, and she felt his cock twitch and jerk.

  “That’s it, baby.” Billie cooed as she grabbed his ass and kept him deep inside her.

  Mike returned from the bathroom and crawled under the covers next to her. She didn’t bother to put her nightshirt back on. She liked to sleep next to him with nothing between them.

  “Thanks for the massage.” Billie turned on her side and tucked her hand under her cheek.

  “Anytime, Beautiful.” Mike kissed the tip of her nose and pulled her into his arms.

  “Jess is Satan by the way.” Billie laughed.

  “Not really, maybe the spawn of Satan. Uncle Kurt is truly evil.” Mike swirled his finger into her hair.

  “I doubt that.” Billie tilted her head back so she could look at him.

  “Let me give you an example. When Uncle Kurt taught us Karate, he would have us stretch. We would have to do splits against the wall.” Mike shuddered.

  “Wouldn’t that help support your back?” Billie didn’t understand.

  “You don’t get it. We were facing the wall with our legs spread and if he felt we weren’t stretching enough, he’d push us further into the wall.” She felt him squeeze his legs together.

  “Ouch,” Billie cringed.

  “Yeah, to this day if I’m near a wall and Uncle Kurt is around I move.” Mike chuckled.

  Billie curled her body into his and closed her eyes. Lately, the only time she felt at peace was in his arms. She decided to try and lure this guy out, but she had no idea how she would do that or whether she even should.

  “James is meeting us at the range tomorrow.” Mike yawned.

  “I’m not sure about the gun thing.” Billie had never liked the damn things.

  “It’s only to make sure you know how to use one. You may never have to touch one again.” Mike kissed the top of her head. “Trust me.”

  She did.

  Chapter 25

  James was impressed with how well Billie could shoot. Mike was as well. Considering she’d never even held a gun in her life, she seemed to be a natural. At first, she was nervous, but his brother helped ease that worry.

  He rolled his eyes a couple of times when James encouraged her with how much better she was than Mike. Not that his brother was wrong, once she stopped closing her eyes every time she pulled the trigger, she did very well.

  “I’m still not sure I like shooting.” Billie turned in the seat to look at him.

  “Not everyone enjoys it,” Rex said.

  Rex and Crash had been their escorts to the range. Mike didn’t argue because it meant he could sit in the back and hold Billie in his arms.

  “Do you enjoy it, Caden?” Billie asked the gruff man. Like his sisters-in-law, Billie refused to call any of the guys by their nicknames. To Billie it wasn’t Crash in the front passenger seat, it was Brent Adams, and Rex wasn’t driving, Caden Dixon was.

  “Darlin', I spent my childhood hunting and most of my adult life in the military.” Rex chuckled. He was the only one of Keith’s security guys that wasn’t Canadian. Rex was from Georgia.

  “What about you, Brent?” Billie leaned forward and rested her chin on the seat in front of her.

  “I enjoy it when I’m hunting or on the range but when I have to use it for work, no.” Crash turned to look at her. “People learn how to shoot and handle weapons for lots of reasons. Mine was initially a hobby. I still enjoy the hobby aspect but when I’ve got to kill some asshole because he’s about to hurt someone. I don’t enjoy that. You’re learning to handle a gun for protection. Maybe after we get this dick, Mike here can bring you back to the range and show you the fun side.”

  Billie sat back and dropped her head on Mike’s shoulder. Crash was right; this wasn’t a trip to the range for fun. They were there to teach the woman he loved how to handle a weapon in case she got into a life and death situation. Mike pulled her tighter against him.

  “I’m okay.” Billie took his hand and gazed up at him. It was as if she sensed his fear.

  “You’re a trooper.” Rex glanced at Mike in the mirror. “Mike’s one lucky bastard.”

  Mike stepped into his front door and immediately wanted to turn around and run. His dining table contained piles of papers and folders. It looked like a command center with the number of people around it.

  “What’s going on?” Billie whispered.

  “I’ve got no idea.” Mike took her hand and walked into the room.

  “Good, you’re back.” John motioned for them to come closer.

  “Can you explain why my house is full of cops?” Mike realized that she knew most of the men and women scurrying around his place.

  “I’m not a cop.” Keith glanced up from something he was reading

  “Okay, why are Keith and a bunch of cops in my house?” Mike turned toward John but rolled his eyes when he heard another voice.

  “I’m not a cop either,” Smash shouted from where he was set up next on the center island separating the kitchen from the living area. Sandy was next to him, and there was a line of computer equipment in front of them.

  “For fuck’s sake, why is everyone here?” Mike groaned.

  “You remember Steve?” John motioned for the blond man to join them.

  “Yes, nice to see you again,” Mike shook the man’s hand.

  “Steve Parker, Billie Carter.” John didn’t look up from the paper as he did introductions.

  “John,” Mike shouted to get his brother’s attention.

  “What?” Mike could only laugh when John’s head snapped up.

  “Why. Are. You. Here?” Mike spoke slowly.

  “Steve wanted to make sure we had all the information we needed to pull this off.” John turned to Billie. “Steve got a question for you.”

  “Okay,” Billie smiled.

  “Did you have a break-in at your house or your parents before Peggy died?” Steve asked.

  Billie shook her head.

  “What about at your job?” Steve glanced down at the folder he had.

  “Not that I know. There was the fire, but that was after.” Billie shuddered when she mentioned the fire and Mike squeezed her hand.

  “This is what makes me wonder if it’s the same guys.” Steve looked at John. “If you look down through that list, every one of them had a break-in just before they were abducted.”

  “I see that.” John’s finger was sliding down the paper.

  “Wait, Billie the night that stupid cat got in your house.” Mike spun around. Matt was sat on the couch behind them a bunch of papers on h
is lap.

  “What’s he talking about?” John asked.

  “I left the kitchen window open a while back, and Cougar got into the house.” Billie shrugged her shoulders.

  “I don’t get it.” Steve looked at Matt.

  “Someone was outside her house. We called the cops. There should be a report about it.” Matt started shuffling through the papers.

  “I forgot about that.” Billie covered her mouth with her hand.

  “That crazy cat is the reason we heard the guy. It’s like a fucking guard cat.” Matt continued to shuffle through the papers.

  “I got it,” Sandy shouted.

  “What?” John turned.

  “Here’s the report.” Sandy pointed to the computer screen in front of her.

  “Kurt’s gonna kill you.” Smash shook his head.

  “What? I’m a police officer, and I’ve got access to the database.” Sandy shrugged her shoulders.

  “Aren’t you on maternity leave?” Aaron laughed.

  Mike hadn’t even seen his youngest brother until he popped up from behind another computer.

  “Aren’t you supposed to be watching the screen to see if the computer recognizes one of those faces?” Sandy grumbled.

  “Anyway.” John sighed.

  “Yeah, there’s a report of a prowler. Let’s see…” Sandy clicked a few more keys and stopped. “Blake Harris was the reporting officer.”

  “That’s Greg’s younger brother,” Aaron dropped his head when Sandy growled at him.

  “Call him.” John turned around.

  “Why would you call him?” Matt asked.

  “Because he took the report and I want to know if he remembers anything that he didn’t write down.” John glanced at his phone and dropped his head.

  “What’s wrong?” Mike asked.

  “Three, two, one.” John counted and then motioned to the door.

  “I got lots a food fer ya.” Nanny Betty scurried into the house. “I know yar busy but if ya can take a spare one a lads fer a second to carry da stuff in, me and Tom will git out a yar hair.”

  Before anyone asked, at least four of the men and women jumped up and ran out the door. Nanny Betty pointed to the long counter next to his stove. Aaron ran over and moved some of the boxes that lay there.