by Zoey Marcel
Diego sat up and straddled Greyson’s legs. He held the gun to his nut-sac with one hand and gently cupped his balls with the other.
“Your testicles are so solid and hot. You’re going to explode for me, aren’t you?” He spun the cylinder again and proceeded to pull the trigger. “Aren’t you?”
A ragged gasp tore from Greyson.
“Say you’ll come for me.” Diego rolled Greyson onto his side with him and teased his anus with the empty gun. “Say it.”
He kissed Greyson’s lips gently and then drew the man’s tongue into his mouth. Over and over their tongues twined and rolled in a wet, sensual twist. Greyson put his arm around Diego and moved into him. Their erections brushed against each other, twitching at the intimate contact.
He carefully lowered the gun to the hay, hoping Greyson wouldn’t notice. This didn’t seem to be role-play any longer. It felt like they were making love.
“Say you’ll come for me,” Diego whispered in between featherlight kisses.
“I’ll come for you,” Greyson murmured against his lips.
Their mouths rejoined and their hairy legs entwined. Hard, silken flesh touched his. Diego moaned and moved into Greyson so their stiff cocks compressed. The other man’s genital heat scalded him until he was so horny he thought he would lose his mind.
Diego took over for Greyson and jerked his dick hard and fast while his partner returned the favor to Diego’s prick. They rolled together slowly in the hay and caressed each other while making out and engaging the other man’s privates.
His engorged penis swelled with the need to finish. Both men fucked each other’s hand and came hard. Greyson climaxed first, squeezing his eyes shut in ecstasy as he shot off his load all over Diego’s hand and torso.
Diego watched him in awe. The man was amazing and completely his despite how much Greyson held back with him. Someday Diego would get him to open up to him more.
Seeing Greyson come triggered his own orgasm. Diego’s testicles expelled his release, shooting jets of hot semen through his shaft and all over Greyson’s hand and body.
Neither one moved for a while. Diego pulsed and tingled everywhere as he tried to catch his breath. They didn’t say a word as they lay there panting and held each other. Cum oozed on their skin and dripped from their slits, but the mess was ignored.
“I love you” was on Diego’s lips, but he kept it to himself. If Greyson knew that they had just made love rather than fucked, he would end the relationship.
* * * *
“Hello?” Melanie answered her cell phone. The number was blocked, but she didn’t want to be rude in case it was someone she knew.
“I know what you did, you wayward little slut.” The gruff, husky edge to the man’s voice didn’t sound familiar.
His accusation startled her. “Excuse me?”
“No. I will not excuse you. Your body doesn’t belong to you…Melanie.”
Her heart hammered with fear. “Who is this?”
“You can call me Ringo.”
Huh.
“Is that your name?”
“No. I’ll tell you my real name…when I fuck you.”
A cold wave of terror assailed her. “I don’t listen to obscene calls. Good-bye now.”
“Don’t you hang up on me, bitch.”
A vague sense of familiarity came over her at his sudden change of pitch or maybe his words.
“I saw you come out of the hotel with two men. Poor whorish Melanie was only thinking about her achy little cunt without a thought to those men’s lives.”
Her stomach felt like an ice cube had plunked into it—an ice cube frozen around a heavy rock. The stranger threatened her men, had spied on her when she was unaware of his presence. Who was he?
“I thought you were better than that,” he murmured in that vicious, almost seductive timbre. “You were always thinking of other people and getting hurt. Now you’re thinking about yourself and getting other people hurt. How is that for irony?”
She swallowed. “You know me?”
“I know you…better than anyone.”
She couldn’t breathe. “Danny?”
“I told you I’m not telling you my real name until I get you in bed with me where you belong.”
She trembled all over and her eyes watered in fright. “How did you get my number?”
“You know how.”
Mellie put a hand to her mouth for a second and closed her eyes, gulping down her apprehension. “You’re the one who broke into my sister’s house?”
“Yes, ma’am, and the convent.”
“How did you know I was there?” She walked out of her room in search of one of her men.
“That’s enough questions. I’m in charge, not you.” The man’s voice turned deadly. “I hear you walking around. You get right back where you were. If you call for help, I’ll kill this woman more slowly than I intended.”
Mellie’s blood ran cold. “W–what woman?”
“Say hi, Rita.”
A woman’s muffled screech darted through the phone.
Melanie’s knees nearly gave out. “Let her go.”
“Now why would I do that? Easy Rita my partner called her. He nicknamed her that because it doesn’t take a whole lot to please the prude in bed. That was fine by him, but boring people piss me off. I hate the unimaginative, don’t you?”
“Please. I don’t know who you are or what you want, but let her go.”
“Stop…walking.”
Mellie froze, eyes clamping shut.
“That’s better. Don’t you worry none. I didn’t fuck the bitch. My partner did. I don’t like sloppy seconds, but for your big, hot ass, I’ll make an exception.”
A cold shudder rolled through her. “If you don’t let her go, I’ll call the police.”
“She’d be dead before you could finish dialing the number. I would be happy to let her go, Melanie, but I’ve tortured her so badly I doubt there’s anything that can be done to save her. Even if there was, it’d be expensive. Best to just put the wench out of her misery.”
Mellie tiptoed as quickly and quietly as she could down the hall to find one of her men. “I’m sure she wants to live. Just let her go.”
“God, I’ve missed you. Your voice is making me hard.”
She cringed and crept more briskly. “If it’s me you want, then why keep her?”
“I told you, whore. I don’t want you fucking other men. You need to be punished for it.”
“Don’t hurt her.” She went downstairs and heard movement in the kitchen.
“I figured if I kill the frump it’ll teach you to keep your clothes on.”
“I won’t sleep with anyone if you let her go.”
She saw Jake and mouthed the words “call the police” to him.
“What?” he asked.
Her heart pounded in terror when silence came from the other end.
The cruel man’s voice changed to a lethal cadence that was bone-chilling. “You disobeyed me, Melanie.”
A sound she’d never heard before came from the other end followed by a mangled outcry of pain that was stifled.
“No!” she screamed, nearly blinded by sickness.
“Mellie, what’s wrong?” Jake yelled and grabbed the phone from her. “Who the fuck is this?”
Tears poured from Mellie’s eyes, but she heard the psychotic stalker’s dark voice clearly on the other end.
“Make like a eunuch and keep your hands off Melanie or you’ll be next.”
A click told her the fiend had hung up.
Jake blinked in shock, but he immediately ended the call and dialed the police.
Chapter Nine
It was too easy. Melanie sat at the table in disbelief as a policeman named Dominic Hartwell relayed the account of the criminal’s capture.
“It wasn’t a pretty sight, I’m afraid,” the lawman said grimly, “but as far as catching the guy it was probably the easiest case we’ve had. The idiot was passed out drun
k in the room where we found the dead body.”
Jake scoffed. “Moron. Who was it?”
“He has a record of theft and drugs, but no murder. His name is Joshua Finch.”
Mellie’s head jerked up. “Joshua Finch?”
“You know him?” Jake asked.
“My ex, Danny, Josh was his brother. Last I heard he was in jail.”
“He’s on parole,” the cop explained. “He’s supposed to stay in the state of California for the time being. Obviously he ignored that memo.”
“Well, I’m glad you caught the bastard,” Jake said.
Emmett stood in the corner with folded arms, looking like he was mulling things over.
“It’s good you called us when you did. I only wish we could have gotten there sooner,” Officer Dominic said gravely as he stood.
“I’m sorry,” Melanie mumbled. She blamed herself.
“It’s not your fault, Mellie,” Hunter told her, giving her back a light rub.
“He’s right. People like that are unpredictable,” Dominic agreed.
“I know Josh isn’t exactly an upstanding citizen, but he wouldn’t kill anyone. At least I don’t think he would. Was he high?” she asked.
“No. Just drunk.”
Emmett finally spoke. “Did he sound drunk on the phone?”
“No, actually, he sounded really in control,” she replied.
“A man drunk enough to pass out would have been slurring his speech and probably hiccupping on the phone,” Emmett mused.
“Are you saying he was framed?” Officer Dominic questioned.
“I’m not saying anything. You’re the one in law enforcement. I assume they pay you to reach accurate conclusions.”
Hunter shot a warning look over at Emmett to shut his sassy face up.
The cop looked annoyed as he headed out. “He was at the scene of the crime and his fingerprints were on her and the murder weapon. If you have this case solved, then maybe ranching isn’t your ideal profession.”
Emmett smirked a little. “Have a nice day.”
“You do the same. Let us know if you get any more violent phone calls,” Dominic advised.
“You mean in case you’re wrong?” Emmett quipped.
The officer gave him an irritated look before leaving.
“Nothing like driving the knife in deeper.” Hunter shook his head.
“He’s the one who’s bitter,” Emmett said nonchalantly.
“Why did you guys act like that with each other?” Melanie asked.
“There’s bad blood between them,” Jake explained.
“It’s not important,” Emmett said.
The soft look in his eyes made Mellie wonder if the wedge between him and Dominic bothered Emmett a lot deeper than he let on.
“An apology goes a long way,” Hunter prodded.
Emmett rolled his eyes. “So does a sermon once a year.”
Jake stared at Melanie without speaking for a bit. “Are you okay, honey?”
She nodded without looking at him. “I’ll be fine.”
“It’s not your fault,” Hunter said calmly. “You know that, right?”
“I know, but it still feels like it is.”
“That’s what he wants you to think,” Emmett told her. “He killed her to punish you.”
“He’s behind bars now, baby,” Jake put in. “It’s over and done with.”
Emmett scoffed. “So they say.”
“I have to talk with him,” she muttered under her breath.
“Fuck no!” Jake exclaimed. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Killing just doesn’t seem like Josh.”
“Mellie, they caught him. You don’t need to talk to him,” Hunter protested.
“He’s right,” Jake agreed. “Besides, it’s been years since you’ve seen this Josh psycho. For all you know he picked up some nasty things in prison.”
“I don’t doubt it,” Emmett muttered as he left the room.
Hunter shook his head. “You’re staying here, Mellie. I don’t want that crazy Josh fella scaring you.”
She heaved a convincing sigh of defeat. “Okay.”
* * * *
Melanie prepared to leave that night while the men were distracted. She’d called the police station ahead of time so they knew to expect her. She was about to leave her room when Greyson barged in without knocking.
“Melanie Laurie.”
Oh good, he was using her whole name again.
“Yes?”
“Come with me.”
She followed him, wondering what the heck was up. He led her across the open hallway that resembled a loft and looked down over the living room. At the end of the walkway was his large room. He opened the door and stood there waiting for her to enter.
If that chest-thumping Neanderthal thought he could boss her around and then jump her bones he could think again.
There went her feet walking her into his room.
What’s wrong with me?
He shut the door and gestured with his hand. “What is the meaning of this?”
What is he talking about?
“It’s a room.”
Now he looked irritated. “Don’t get smart with me. Do you see the hangers in the closet?”
“Yeah.”
“One of them is pink.”
She snickered a little.
“Is that funny, Melanie Laurie?”
“No, sir.”
Actually it was funny as hell that he was so bent out of shape over a pink hanger among his manly blue and black ones. Hers were mostly pink. She must have accidentally put one of hers in with his when she was putting clean laundry away.
Greyson made his way over to the closet. “Do you see the colors of these hangers?”
“Yeah.” She walked toward him.
“What color are they?”
Now he was just being condescending.
“They’re blue and some of them are black.”
“Exactly. The blue ones are for short sleeves and the black ones are for long sleeves. Blue is because summer has blue skies except when it rains and that’s when I generally wear T-shirts,” he explained. “The black hangers are to reflect the night sky in the wintertime, which is when I wear long-sleeved shirts.”
Oh my god, he’s nuts.
“Do you see why this method works for me, Melanie Laurie?”
She almost laughed at him, but she held back out of respect and the concern of pissing her boss off. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry I forgot.”
He touched a finger to her chin to angle it up slightly. “You don’t get to call me Sir. You call me Boss, remember?”
Warmth bloomed on her cheeks and something about his authoritative manner caused her slit to dampen.
“Yes, Boss,” she whispered.
He engulfed her in his invasive stare for a long, agonizing moment as if his eyes were burrowing into her soul in search of something. She had no clue if he was after anything or simply curious about what he’d find there.
“That’s not all.” He put his hand to her back and it surprised her when she felt a spark from his touch. He led her over to his dresser. “Do you see where the brush is?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s two inches from where I normally keep it. How do you expect me to sleep at night knowing that there is disorder and chaos in my room?”
God help her, she almost laughed at him. “My god, do you actually measure each time you put it back? I didn’t think you’d notice.”
Greyson glared at her. “You were testing me?”
“Yeah, but only once out of curiosity. It won’t happen again.”
“No, it won’t. I’ve fired plenty of maids after reprimands didn’t work. But my brothers like you too much, so firing you is out.” He reached for the hairbrush. “But you still have to be punished. Precision is very important to me, and I dislike bratty subs. Maids.”
She flinched at his mistake, noting that he seemed momentarily stunned by it, too.
“Bend over.”
Mellie procrastinated, but then it occurred to her that he could just fire her anyway. Her men were fine with this so she knew they wouldn’t be upset if Greyson spanked her. Curiosity compelled her to obey him, but that was all she would allow him.
She winced and tightened up when the first hard smack came on her butt. Her shorts and undies offered some padding, but it was still painful. He gave her several more ruthless slaps on her bottom with the hairbrush until her butt cheeks felt like they were on fire.
“You didn’t even cry out,” he said as if to himself. “Hmm. Remain calm. I’m gonna take your shorts off.”
“What?” she shrieked, yipping when he spanked her again.
“What part of ‘remain calm’ did you not understand?”
She gulped nervously, trembling with a strange kind of anticipation she hadn’t expected.
“I want to see how red your ass is. I need to know that I’m hurting you.”
Her pussy flooded as he pushed the shorts down her legs and exposed her panty-covered rear end.
“You’re hurting me,” she whispered, losing her breath when she felt his hand resting on her bottom.
“Your ass feels warm. I want it to feel hot with pain.” He lifted the edge of her panties to peek at her butt cheek. “Your ass cheeks are pink. They need to be red and contused so you know you’re being punished.”
Her cunt pulsated with a longing ache to be filled. Odd how a spanking could elicit such wicked cravings.
He swatted her hard with the brush and waited as if for some kind of response. “Do you have a high pain tolerance, Melanie Laurie?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been told I do.”
He gave her another round of spankings, making her fist the covers for refuge. The occasional strained noise of pain was the only utterance she made.
Greyson’s tone sounded even raspier than normal like he was getting riled up. “Are you a masochist?”
She swallowed. “I don’t know.”
He stuffed the edges of her panties into her butt crack so the lower part of her derriere was exposed. Her cheeks burned beneath his silent stare.
“Your ass is red and it’s only going to get worse. I want to know how much you can take.”
Someone else had said that to her once. She shivered.
