Pulling away from his lips, she put her hand against her mound once more, ready to finish and eager to play out the rest of Bane’s fantasy. He’d often told her this sort of episode would be the ultimate way for a woman to express herself in front of a man.
She played with her clit and then slipped her fingers inside her cunt once more. As soon as she tucked her hand between her legs, she took a firmer hold of her breast, rubbing her nipple until it was pleasantly sore. Her channel was wet and slick.
Serena then parted her lips and threw her hips up, pummeling her pussy with quick thrusts, pleasuring herself in front of a man who was clearly eating up the sight of her. Her subtle moans filled the room and as her orgasm took hold, her lingering whimper resonated.
“Oh, God!” She screwed her fingers deep inside her pussy. Her other hand relaxed at her breast.
And right as she topped that climatic high, Bane made himself right at home between her legs. He licked her quivering pussy with his long, meaty tongue, eating her out until she was screaming his name and fucking his face without one smidgen of shame.
Chapter Nine
“Derek is on the gate. I’m here with Draegan. Stay with her, Ryan. Don’t let her out of your sight.”
“Drunk? Ellie? Well, let her sleep it off. Draegan will go stay with Serena until—” Allister frowned at Draegan and Mac. “Yeah well, I’d say that’s not the news he was hoping for, but I’ll tell him. Tell Ellie I love her. We’ll keep you posted.”
Allister slipped his phone in his shirt pocket and shot Mac one of those looks a brother will sometimes share when he thinks he’s going to need some help.
“Let me guess. Serena doesn’t want to see me?”
Allister snickered. “Something tells me you’d rather hear that than what I’m about to say.”
“Then don’t say it,” Draegan snapped, going through his phone again.
“She’s with the very one we need to talk to.”
“What?” Draegan clenched his fists. “Who is she with…Brice?”
Allister slowly nodded.
“Son of a bitch! Who let him in here after curfew?”
“That would probably be our baby brother, Harley,” Mac replied, seemingly amused.
“Well somebody needs to remind him of house rules,” Draegan snapped, snatching his jacket from the coat tree.”
“Where do you think you’re going?” Allister blocked one exit and Mac stood in front of the other.
“Out of my way or I’ll move ya, Allister.”
“Not going to happen,” Allister said, nodding at Mac. “Let Mac go get him. We’re going to need him on this, Draegan.”
“The devil will be singing in a church’s choir before I’ll ask that man for my help.”
Allister smirked. “Mac, go serenade Serena and the devil—I mean the detective. While you’re at it, bring Serena down here so we can keep an eye on her.”
“Funny, asshole.” Mac disappeared before Draegan could stop him.
“Now before you get any wise ideas, I want you to hear me out.” Allister leveled a glare on Draegan. “We need to focus on helping Markie. In order to do that, we’re going to need the cop’s help.”
“We’ve been able to take care of our own just fine before we met Detective Brice. We’ll continue to do the same long after he’s gone.”
Allister sighed. “You need to face the very real possibility that Detective Brice may not be going anywhere anytime soon.”
“He’ll go all right. Just as soon as we’re done with him, I’ll show him to the door.”
* * * *
Bane had been hooked from the moment he saw Serena pouring coffee in Trouble’s Café. She was a little on the jittery side but he’d had a hunch, a real gut feeling about this one, and she’d proven him right.
He could read women and he could always spot a vixen on the prowl. The shy and quiet types were the women to watch, the ones who could grab hold of a man’s heart and just downright refuse to let him go. And never mind what a gal like Serena did to a man’s anatomy.
After he’d devoured her snatch and enjoyed the hell out of her, he’d carried her to the back bedroom, not at all surprised to find a girly canopy bed. Now he was staring up at the light pink fabric and losing another piece of himself as Serena crawled all over him, rubbing those beautiful tits up and down his leg as she made her way toward his cock.
Bane held himself at the base and massaged his shaft. He was hard as hell and ready for her to take him places a man couldn’t wait to go. “Come on, sweetheart. Crawl on up here.” His mouth watered as she rose over him, her heavy bosom just sexy as hell on her petite frame.
She approached from the end of the bed but then turned sideways. Up on all fours, she placed her palms flat against his hips and lowered her mouth over his rigid cock, sliding up to the tip and back down again.
A few times she nuzzled the end and gave him one of those dreamy looks, those seductive glances. Then, she’d kiss the end, curl her tongue around the crest, and draw him right back into the heart of heaven.
By now, they’d established a rhythm and he was enjoying the hell out of her, loving the way she moved those hips from side to side, gently swaying one way or another. His cock lengthened across her tongue and she drew him straight to her throat, humming against his shaft as she stroked him, fucking him with that sweet, hot mouth.
He closed his eyes and just imagined all the good times they’d enjoy together. Like it or not, Draegan would soon have to accept the facts. He and Serena had a connection and Bane wasn’t going anywhere.
Tucking one arm behind his head, he lifted his upper body up enough so he could watch his cock disappear between her lips once more. God, he was ready…he was ready to fucking blow!
He slapped her ass and she mumbled against his dick. He smacked that gorgeous tail again and she moaned a little more.
“Somebody likes spankings, huh?”
She caressed his tip, flattening her tongue along the moist head and whispering, “If you only knew.”
“I thought you’d told me everything,” he rasped, lifting her hair away from her face so he could watch her cheeks swell with his cock.
Her eyelashes fluttered and she went at him slower then, apparently trying to provoke another smack or two.
“Let me come, sweetness,” he whispered, moistening his lips as she drew him to the back of her throat.
She was at the crest once more when she made a show out of staring at him with deliberate mischief in her eyes. “Spank me until you do.”
“Sounds like a challenge to me,” he crooned, dragging her away from his cock and smothering her lips with his kiss.
Her breasts were in his face then and he suckled her tits, enjoying the hell out of her as he scooted his hips to the headboard and then released her. The vixen’s head was in his lap again, but this time she was stretched out to the side and in a perfect spanking position.
Bane popped that sweet ass and she drove her mouth down on his cock. He smacked her again and she sucked him to her throat. She rose and fell then with quicker and faster suction, matching the spanking rhythm he set and sending sweet vibrations through his shaft by moaning after every last strike.
“God bless, lady, you’re making me crazy.” He ducked his head and gasped then, trying to hold out for another smooth glide or two, but it was nearly too late. He smoothed his hand over her bottom and swatted her a time or two more.
“Mmm,” she whimpered, pushing back on her hips and rising to all fours once more.
“There. Ah yes. Right there, sweetheart. Ah yes.” His cock jutted forward and his head flew back. He jerked and jerked and jerked some more. His cum shot from the tip and she drank every last sip of his release.
Then she reached for the bedside table drawer and a second later, she placed a condom in his hand. And that’s when he punched the brakes and decided there were certain lines a man couldn’t cross until all the rules were out there on the table and all the pl
ayers in the game knew what was at stake.
Chapter Ten
“I feel like a complete sex-hungry whore.”
Bane grinned. “You mean I’m supposed to pay for this treatment?”
“I ought to smack you for that.” She didn’t think he was funny. In fact, she was offended. “I want you to leave.”
“Hey, now. I was teasing you.” He reached for her and pulled her back to bed before she escaped.
“Imagine how you would feel if I made light of the situation after turning you down flat.”
“You’re right. I wouldn’t like it.”
“I don’t like it,” she said firmly.
“My mistake,” he said, framing her face and kissing the tip of her nose.
She loved that. Bane and Draegan were very different but they pampered her in much the same way. They left light kisses on her forehead or nose or pecked her lips as if they’d never even thought about giving her a more ravenous kiss.
“Still a no?”
“Let’s talk about why. I’ll be right back,” he said, leaving the bed and rushing downstairs to collect his clothes.
She stared up at the ceiling watching as the fan made a few lazy rounds. When he returned, he was fully dressed and she realized she was definitely being turned down for sex.
Instead of pressing him for answers, she propped herself up with some pillows and let the sheet fall at her waist. His hooded eyes immediately told the greatest of tales.
“You want me.”
“That’s true. I do.” He sat next to her then and kissed her breast as if to tease her once more. Then, he handed her a bed pillow. “Give a man a little break here. You need to hear what I have to say.”
She tossed the pillow aside and crossed her arms underneath her breasts. “Then say whatever it is that’s on your mind.”
“You’re bad.” He shook his finger at her and grinned.
“You have no idea.”
“I have some, sweetheart.” He leaned forward and kissed her. “And that’s why I think it’s important for you to hear me out.”
“We’re not arguing.” When someone said they needed to clear the air or needed to be heard, she always thought of her parents and how they were always clearing up one misunderstanding or another.
Eventually, they grew tired of sweeping up their ridiculous messes. Soon thereafter, Serena tolerated one stepfather after another and her dad quit coming around at all.
“There’s only one reason I can think of that would cause us to argue and that’s why I plan to do this by the book from the beginning.”
“Draegan,” she said, hoping her voice didn’t reveal regret. She didn’t regret fooling around with Bane or Draegan. In fact, she’d had a wonderful night, all things considered.
“Draegan and I need to sit down and talk, man to man.”
“Without me?”
He seemingly considered her question before replying. “I think it would be best, yes.”
“Draegan isn’t interested in sharing me.”
“You say that like you know he already plans to make a commitment to you.”
She shrugged. Then, she said, “Actually I’m pretty sure about that. Draegan liked me from the beginning. He was a real player. All the women here warned me about him, but I knew his reputation. I’d heard about the McCall boys prior to showing up at Trouble’s gates. The problem with Draegan? He knows the score but he refuses to keep it when it applies to him.”
“So you think he’s interested in having other women, too?”
She laughed. “Not at all. When one of the McCall brothers gives his heart to someone, that woman owns his heart. I believe I already have Draegan’s.”
“Then what are you doing with me?”
“What I can do with you,” she said confidently. “Draegan hasn’t made a commitment to me. I haven’t made one to him. You’re the reason I haven’t. The reason Draegan never mentioned anything about a relationship is because he spent a lot of time running from me, apparently petrified I’d tie him down and make an honest man out of him.”
“Is that what you want?”
“I want you. I want Draegan. And if you want to talk about that with Draegan, then be my guest, but since a threesome involves three individuals, I think it’s only fair that I be there, too.”
“We’ll see how it plays out,” he said, leaving a gentle kiss on her lips and standing to go.
“I am crazy about you.”
“Do you love me?”
She thought she might but she didn’t want to say for sure. She was sure about Draegan, but she saw Draegan every day. Then again, she couldn’t help but feel as if she knew Bane a lot better than she knew Draegan.
“I do love you,” she said, accepting the truth then. “The love I hold for you is exactly why I refuse to let you go.”
A loud clap-clap-clap resonated around them. “That was beautiful, Serena!”
Her heart stopped and she threw her hands to her face, refusing to think about what one brother might say to another. “Mac? Is that you?” She tried to peer around Bane in an effort to see the hallway.
“Yes, ma’am. Sorry to intrude but you didn’t hear me knock and I need to see Bane. Are you decent?”
“Hang on, Mac!” She rushed to her closet, pulled free a pair of sweats and a matching sweatshirt. After she hurriedly dressed, she rushed into the kitchen where she was met by two concerned faces.
“It’s Markie. Get whatever you need and come with me. Draegan needs you,” Mac looked at Bane. “And whether he’ll say it or not, he needs you, too. We all do.” Mac’s voice was shaken. “Whoever’s holding Markie is getting his kicks by sending an assortment of photographs.”
“What kind of photos?” Serena locked the door leading to her back porch and grabbed her keys.
“They’re bad, Serena.” Mac turned to Bane. “I don’t think Draegan will want her to see them. You, however, may take one look at ‘em and be able to tell us what or maybe even who we’re dealing with here.”
“Any idea where he met this hookup?” Bane asked.
Serena glared at Bane, willing him to be quiet or at least tread softly. It was okay for the McCalls to call a hookup a hookup but they protected Markie with their lives. They wouldn’t want Bane or anyone else suggesting something inappropriate.
“He had a date with someone who called himself Special,” Serena told him.
“We knew that much,” Mac said. “I was joking around when he left and swung the rifle over the wall so I could get a good look at him through the scope.”
“Let me guess, the guy didn’t show his face?”
“You got it. He was picked up by a white stretch limo with no plates on the back.” Mac dropped his head. “That should’ve been my first clue. Why I didn’t call the locals in Drover or try and tail them myself—”
“You can’t blame yourself, Mac,” Serena said, patting his arm in passing.
“She’s right. I tried to talk to Markie at the park one night, you know the one down by the hospital? Anyway, I was working undercover down there for a few weeks and bumped into Markie. He was there meeting a hookup and I explained to him then that the world was rapidly becoming a very dangerous place, particularly in Drover.”
“We’ve all tried to tell him,” Mac said, despair strewn through his heartsick voice.
“You guys grew up together, huh?”
“Yeah,” Mac replied. “Maybe he didn’t have our last name, but he’s our brother. And because he’s family, I’ll do whatever necessary to get him back here safely. You understand that, right?”
“I understand.” Bane walked ahead of him.
Mac grabbed hold of his bicep. “We can’t lose him, Detective. He’s the heart of this family.”
Bane nodded once and glanced at Serena. “I’ve been around enough to know Markie is the heart of this community. I’ll call in favors and use every resource available. You have my word.”
* * * *
The door o
pened and slammed. A metal chair was raked against the concrete floor, alerting Markie to visitors.
A minute later, an animal of a man sat before Markie. Another fellow, the one with a jagged scar running from chin to cheek, grabbed him around the neck.
He kept Markie in a chokehold and tightened his grip until Markie could barely breathe through his nose. After the cruel theatrics, the brute untied the rag at the back of Markie’s head and yanked the cloth from his mouth.
Dying of thirst, Markie decided to play his need for all it was worth. The dude in front of him was obviously there for information. As he lit a cigarette and blew a few smoke rings in the air, it became apparent. He was the one calling the shots, and he wasn’t in any particular hurry.
If Markie attempted to talk but played this out the right way, he might earn a drink of water in exchange for information.
“Do you know who I am?”
Markie lifted his head, narrowed his eyes, and took a real good look. He wracked his brain, trying to think of who he might have pissed off in his past. There were too many to narrow it down. Coming up empty handed, he mouthed, “No.”
“No idea at all?”
Markie released a ragged breath as if he were trying to speak.
“Get him a drink.” The seated man leaned forward, splayed his legs, and dropped his cigarette between them. He didn’t bother smothering out the butt. Instead, he cocked his head sideways and studied Markie, his nostrils flaring as if he enjoyed breathing the wretched smoke fumes.
“What are you standing there for?” He swung his gaze to the one sporting scars. “Go fetch him some water!” Given his choice of words and the way he barked his orders, he was undoubtedly the man in charge.
He flexed his muscles as he waited, seemingly content to pass the time for however long it took the sluggish dude to return. Sometime later, and it was probably only a few minutes, the lazy one returned with a canned drink.
He popped it open in front of Markie and held it to his lips. Then, he dumped it forward. Markie tried to guzzle as much as he could, but the dude purposefully missed his mouth.
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