by Nic Saint
“You were terribly annoyed, honey. You wanted nothing to do with him. You even told him once you thought him hideous, with that scar and all.”
“That scar…” She thought back to the tiny scar that gave him that aura of danger. “He got that from throwing rocks at the old church, didn’t he?”
“That’s what he told everybody. What really happened was that he and Roland used to be best friends until they had some falling-out. They got into a fight one day and Ty fell and hit his head on a sharp rock. He didn’t want people to know he’d lost from Roland so he made up that story about the church.”
“Roland told me to stay away from Ty or else.”
“With good reason, don’t you think?”
Chloe thought back to those hours in the barn, and something Ty had said now stood out. “You know, I asked him about Anna, and he said there’s more to the story than meets the eye. Said I should ask Anna herself.”
Fay eyed her dubiously. “What are you saying, that Anna lied to us about what happened?”
She hitched up her shoulders in a shrug and sighed. “I don’t know, Mom. I just feel that perhaps Ty isn’t all bad after all. Perhaps there’s something going on that we don’t know about.”
“Your father would have told me if it had. We don’t keep secrets from each other. You know that.”
“I know.” She wavered, her instincts telling her that Ty hadn’t lied.
Fay nodded. “I’ll ask him, all right?”
Her face cleared. “Oh, would you? It’s just that I simply know Ty wasn’t lying. He was telling the truth, I could tell. And if there’s a chance he’s not all bad, then…” She didn’t finish the sentence, the reality of what could unfold if Ty wasn’t who they all thought he was too earth-shattering to put into words.
“I’ll talk to your dad.”
“Don’t tell him anything about what happened, though, will you? I told Roland Ty simply took me for a drive in his car. He would have killed him if he’d known the truth.”
“You did the right thing, Chloe,” her mother impressed upon her. “And I think it’s best you don’t tell anyone else about the things we discussed. There’s so much bad blood between our families that it could lead to terrible things.” She shook her head, a worried frown marring her brow. “Oh, honey. Please be very, very careful.”
“I will, Mom.” She remembered the campaign Roland was launching against Harlan to both clear her name and to bury the founder of HdM once and for all.
“And please stay away from that man for now.”
She knew she couldn’t make a promise to her mother that she couldn’t keep, so she simply nodded, and when her mother tilted her head and looked distraught, she felt tears stinging behind her eyes. What a mess. What a terrible, terrible mess she was in. Again. “I’m sorry, Mom,” she huskily breathed. “I always seem to cause you trouble, don’t I?”
Mom smiled a wistful smile. “Oh, no, honey. To be honest you’ve brought us nothing but joy over the years. Nothing but joy,” she repeated emphatically, and Chloe returned her smile, knowing herself to be loved. The notion was balm to her wounded soul.
“I love you, Mom. Don’t worry about me. I’ll stay out of trouble.”
“Please do. And let me talk to Dad before you make a decision one way or the other.”
“I promise.”
And then she was alone again, and her thoughts immediately returned to Ty. There was something there that needed exploring, she knew. An itch she had to scratch lest it drive her crazy. And before she could change her mind, she picked up her phone and dialed the number he’d given her.
Chapter 24
Jackson walked the streets with a heavy heart. Usually this was his favorite time of the day, but after what had happened with Chloe the day before, his mind kept wandering back to her and his brother. There was something not right about the incident, he simply knew it. Something Chloe wasn’t telling him.
That night, they’d simply lain together, cuddling and huddling, Chloe unresponsive to his gentle caress. He felt a strong urge to be intimate with her again, but he didn’t want to force himself upon her. If she gave but the briefest indication she wasn’t ready, he backed off. That was the kind of man he was.
Not Ty, though, he knew. Ty didn’t ask—he took. He didn’t back off—he pushed on. And if a woman said no, he insisted. He now wondered if that was what had happened with Chloe. Ty had always had an obsession with her, even from an early age.
Had he finally taken possession of her? Bent her to his will? But then why had she lied? Why had she insisted nothing happened? His mind immediately raced to the worst possible answer: because she wanted it as much as he did.
Somehow, Chloe lusted after Ty the same way he lusted after her.
If that was the case, he was done. If Chloe had to choose between him and Ty, there simply was no contest. He couldn’t fascinate the way Ty could, and he wasn’t the animal in bed his older brother was. For in that area the man deserved all the credit he got, apparently. He could be brutal, but he could also be passionate and take his lovers to heights of arousal no other man could.
Definitely not Jackson. He was an adequate lover, but certainly no Don Juan or Rudolph Valentino. Too sweet, many of the girls he’d gone out with had decided. Too nice and too reserved to really make their heads spin.
Great husband material, in other words, but no match for the Tylers of this world.
His heart hurt at the thought of Chloe and Ty locked in a passionate clinch, and when Mrs. Ramon gave him a kindly wave, he waved back automatically, staring at her with unseeing eyes.
Perhaps, he now decided, he’d moved too fast. Asking the girl to move in with him straight from the boat had been lunacy. At the time he couldn’t think of anything else to do. He’d fallen madly in love with her, and couldn’t bear to see her return to New York while he stayed in Alaska. And with the trouble she was in, a prolonged sojourn had seemed exactly what the doctor ordered.
Perhaps he’d been wrong. If the only reason she came here was to hook up with Ty, she could have gone back to Long Island and stayed there. It would have saved his brother the hassle of flying in, and he wouldn’t have been compelled to set eyes on Ty’s ugly mug again.
Mr. Franklin accosted him outside the barber shop, complaining about some young boys trampling all over his flower beds, and he told the old man he’d look into it. The minute he’d turned his back, Mr. Franklin was all but forgotten.
And as people stared after him, wondering if this walking corpse really was their chief of police, he disappeared more and more into his shell. Today, Heartford would have to go without its protector, for Chief Rappaport had other things on his mind.
Chloe chewed her lower lip as she stood waiting impatiently for Ty to arrive. He’d told her he’d pick her up outside the park a little further down the street, and she’d eagerly agreed. Something told her he was just as eager to see her, and when he came screeching around the corner, her heart leaped and her pulse started racing.
He threw open the door and as she caught sight of his intent gaze and his now familiar dark eyes, she smiled nervously and hopped in. She slammed the door shut and smoothed down the hem of the sundress she’d put on for the occasion as she glanced over. He hadn’t shaved and looked even more primal and feral than usual, the dark stubble on his cheek matching the one on his head. Damn, the man was one sexy beast.
She tried to control the quiver in her voice. “What do you want to do?”
He whipped his head around and grinned. Yeah, right. Silly question. Five minutes later, the car bopped down the dirt road that led to the barn he’d taken her the day before, and anticipation held her in its feverish grip, moisture spreading between her thighs and wetting her panties. The man still hadn’t uttered a single word, though his intentions were obvious.
He rolled the car to a stop outside the barn and stepped out and disappeared inside without so much as a glance back. She followed him on a trot, feeling
like a freshman out on a date with a senior. A senior who’s made it clear he wants to go all the way while she’s still not completely sure.
As she walked into the dimness of the barn, she found him staring down at the bale of hay he’d pinned her down on yesterday, and then look up as she stepped into his field of vision, his eyes dark and roving, his face set into an expression of determination.
This was it. After all these years, they were finally going to do ‘it’. With trepidation, she stepped up to him, her hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of her dress, then smoothing down imaginary wrinkles. He pointed at the dress.
“Take it off.”
Her breath quickening, she obeyed, mesmerized by the intent look in his eyes, lustful and brooking no refusal, and started stripping down. She pulled the dress over her head, then stood awkwardly in her panties and bra, and looked up at him hesitantly.
“All of it,” he growled. “I want to see you, Chloe.”
She slipped her hands back and unclasped her bra, then slowly let it slip down, revealing her pert breasts, the pink nipples already drawing to twin tips. She then stepped out of her panties and removed her socks and stood bare before him.
His eyes darkened even more, and his face was a mask of lust and want. Fixing with a smoky gaze, he removed his dark blue turtleneck sweater and inky jeans, then beckoned her over and gestured at his midnight black Calvin Klein slip, his rising bulge clearly delineated beneath the smooth fabric.
“On your knees,” he ordered.
She moved over, feeling naked and vulnerable, and went down on her knees before him, her face level with his surging rod, and then she slowly pulled down his slip, and his cock swung out, majestic and erect, and she gasped in shock and awe.
The man was colossal.
Chapter 25
Ty watched as Chloe Thornton placed her delicate fingers around his burgeoning cock and tenderly feathered kisses along the protruding tip, his belly muscles working and his mind racing. Finally he had her where he’d wanted her all these years. On her knees, his cock between her lips and about to be fucked to oblivion.
The bitch who had eluded his every wooing had finally come to get her just punishment. Drake had told him to go ahead and fuck her brains out. Get her out of his system once and for all. As usual, Drake’s advice was sound.
She took his cock deeper into her mouth, flicking her red tongue along the velvety underside, her russet curls caressing her nubile tits, her large green eyes spread open wide as she gazed up at him. Then he rocked back on his heels, a string of saliva trailing from her cherry lips to the tip of his cock, and as he moved forward, his cock speared her, disappearing down her throat and she gulped, tears springing to those beautiful eyes.
He wanted her to suffer, but of her own desire, not his demand. He wanted her to scream for mercy and then beg him for more. He wanted her to want him so bad she would gladly become his own personal slave, willing to do whatever it took to have him. And then he would give it to her, and more. Much more.
He took a firm grip on the back of her head, and pushed his cock deeply into her throat, the gurgling sounds and bubbling saliva stirring his arousal. He was throat-fucking the Thornton bitch and she was loving every second.
Still holding onto her neck, he pulled her up and took a firm grasp of her tits, digging his fingers in her nubile flesh and she gasped when he claimed her mouth, shoving his tongue into her mouth and exploring what was his now, flicking his tongue along her teeth and mashing it against her tongue.
With one hand he reached down and hooked it beneath her leg, pulling it up so she was standing on one leg, her cunt splayed wide. Then he explored that sweet pussy with his thick fingers, dipping it in her wet sex hole, spreading her lips and pushing two fingers deeply inside, enjoying the slick sensation of the smooth walls of her vagina.
He walked her back, then, and pushed her down onto the bale of hay, and without warning, pressed his cock inside, his thick corded fuckstick penetrating her sex and as he leaned in, he allowed himself to slide all the way in to the hilt, filling her up in one go. Pushing up her other leg, she was now completely open and vulnerable for him to have his way, and as he covered her body with his, pressing her down, he stifled her cries with his lips, his tongue penetrating her mouth as his cock penetrated her steaming cunt.
“You’re mine,” he growled against her lips. “All mine.”
She was his, she knew. He could whatever he wanted with her and she wouldn’t resist. How had she allowed things to come this far so fast? She didn’t know. It was as if he’d cast a powerful spell over her, and now there was nothing to do but comply with his every demand.
As he pumped away inside her, his impossibly huge cock stirring the depths of her tummy, his balls slapping wetly against her ass cheeks, her legs splayed wide and her mouth being plundered by his tongue, she gave herself to him, all of her, completely and without restraint.
And he hadn’t even pushed into her three times or her belly clenched and her pussy spasmed and she cried out in the throes of orgasm for the first time. And as he took her mercilessly, his cock slamming into her over and over again, his powerful frame easily pinning her down and pummeling her into mindlessness, she screamed with a mixture of delight and agony as her belly cramped up from the awkward position she was in, the coarse hay pricking the tender skin of her back and ass cheeks.
As if he understood, he lifted her up easily, his cock still spearing her as if she was nothing more than a fuck doll to him, and he walked with easy steps to a sheet he’d spread out on the wooden floor. He flipped her around, then, and suddenly she found herself on all fours, his length buried deeply inside her trembling cunt, and as he took a firm grip on her hips, he started fucking her slowly and rhythmically, the cadence unrelenting and accentuated by loud grunts each time he shoved into her.
Then he moved his hands to grasp her tits, and as he fucked her steadily and without restraint, he held on to her tender flesh, her nipples swollen and skin streaked with red marks.
Then, suddenly, he let out an animal cry, and she felt his cock swell even more inside her pussy, pressing up against the walls of her cunt, and then he was unloading a hot stream of cum straight into her belly—shooting load after load of semen into her womb, and at that moment, she screamed out and fell down, her shaking arms unable to hold herself up, and in the quaking mass that was her body, she came hard, spasms shooting out and electricity racing up her spine and exploding in her brain.
And as she lay panting, she became aware of another sensation. A searing pain lancing through her anus as Ty pushed the tip of his still erect cock inside her virginal asshole.
“No, Ty!” she cried as tears sprang to her eyes. But he pushed on regardless, and soon his cock was buried inside her bowels, and he pushed her down onto the sheet, burying her beneath him as he bucked his hips to the rhythm of his heaved grunts, like an animal staking its claim, and as the pounding increased both in intensity and pace and his breathing became labored, she felt him build up to another climax, her sphincter trembling with the onslaught, her body powerless beneath his hulking frame.
“Fuck, this feels good, Chloe,” he grunted in her ear, spittle spraying her face as he hammered harder and faster, his girth splaying her tender poophole beyond endurance.
And throughout the pain and humiliation, she found her own body betraying her by slamming her into yet another high and as she fisted her hands in the sheet below, her tits squashed against the softness and her ass relentlessly rammed by the biggest cock she’d ever endured, she squealed out her release at the same time he pumped another load into her sweating, shivering body, spraying her bowels with his cum the way he’d bathed her core.
For a moment, they both lay panting and lost in the afterglow of their release, then he abruptly pulled his cock from her anus with a wet plop and rose to his feet, leaving her reeling with the sudden loss of contact. She craned her neck and watched him tower over her, his cock oozing with cum and
her juices, and saw to her horror that cruel expression was back.
He gave her a wolfish grin. “You’re a good fuck, Chloe. A damn good fuck. But then I knew you would be. Knew it all along.”
And with eyes wide with shock, she watched as he gathered his clothes and stalked out of the barn without deigning her a second glance. Seconds later she heard his car fire up, and as the telltale sound of screeching tires assaulted her ears, she broke down in sobs as she curled up into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest.
God, what had she done!
Chapter 26
Jackson slammed the door to his car shut and raced to the dilapidated old barn, his heart caught in his throat. From the moment he’d received Chloe’s call, his adrenaline had been pumping through his veins, almost driving him out of his mind and his car off the road; he’d only narrowly missed crashing into Mr. Boulet’s old Ford.
He hurtled into the barn and the moment his gaze landed on Chloe’s huddled figure, sitting forlorn and weeping in the middle of the floor, he was at her side in a heartbeat.
“Chloe! What happened?”
She tilted her tear-streaked face to him, and panic rose in his chest like bile. “I’m so sorry, Jackson. I’m so, so sorry.”
Without a word, he enveloped her in his arms and rocked her against his chest. Between gritted teeth, he growled, “Ty.”
She nodded and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
At the thought of his brother taking advantage of the woman he loved, a cold fury shot through Jackson, and he quickly gathered her up in his arms and carried her outside. Opening the rear door to his police cruiser, he gently placed her on the back seat, covering her with the blanket he always kept handy.
Then he softly closed the door and walked a few yards, putting some distance between himself and the car. When he took out his walkie-talkie, he barked, “Beverley. Drop everything. Find and capture Ty.” He quickly explained what the rat had done to Chloe, and was gratified by the other man’s alacrity and solicitude. “I’m taking her to Shelley now. Drop the hammer on the piece of scum, Beverley. I want him in our custody. Right the fuck now.”
