“Are you okay, baby?” Flint touched her clit and it was as if he had struck a match to her skin and set her on fire. Her womb heated. The hotness she acknowledged deep inside her cunt held such provocative appeal.
He rotated his thumb against her clit, massaging the hot button until she was ready to do anything, saying anything, just to finish this as one loving unit. Flint pushed his shaft against her entrance. Tyler spread her lips with his stretching size.
Each man fed her need, stroked her curiosity as they gave her one inch at a time, marking their place gently, finding their spot independently. And once they were locked inside their respective mark, they paused, flinched, stretched her still wider.
At that point, Jax grunted, Tyler cursed, and Flint shouted, “Ah God. Yeah. Here we go.”
The earth moved. The bed shook. The headboard should’ve split down the middle. They fucked her together, pushing their cocks deep inside her as they found an unforgettable rhythm, set an unimaginable tempo, and came together all at the same time.
Chapter Fifteen
The next morning Jax, Flint, and Tyler were waiting at the breakfast table. They all stood when she entered the dining room.
“Well I could get used to this, boys,” she sang, heading straight for the coffee pot.
“Apparently not if you’re making a beeline for caffeine first,” Tyler teased. Since he was closest to the carafe of coffee, he grabbed the first kiss, pulling her into a heated embrace and copping a feel in the process.
“Don’t start yet,” she said. “I need to restore my energy.”
“Then eat a lot,” Jax said, working that swagger into a walk and meeting her at the tray of breads and muffins. “Good morning, sexy.”
“Good morning yourself,” she rasped, accepting another full-throttle, groping kiss. When their lips parted, she shivered in his arms. “You guys are spoiling me.”
Flint stood behind her and locked his arms around her waist. At her ear, he whispered, “Wait until I have you by myself for a few minutes. I plan to pamper you in ways you can only imagine.”
This time goose bumps scattered across her skin. The hint of seduction made her nipples burn, her cunt clench. Unfortunately, company arrived before she could try her hand at a vixen’s practices, tease and tempt her cowboys until one of them tossed her over his shoulder and carried her off to bed.
The doorbell rang out with a set of chimes. Her men went from flirty to serious. They scrambled. Flint immediately grabbed her hand and dragged her behind the dining room door. Tyler and Jax went to the foyer. Mrs. Gibbles, the housekeeper she hadn’t met but had heard enough about, answered the door.
From where Brianna stood, she could tell the housekeeper had already been informed of the new dangers they’d soon face. Tyler was on the left with his pistol drawn which placed Jax on the right, hiding behind the door with his gun in hand as well.
Flint whispered at her ear. “We need you to ID Vicky McKay.”
Her insides trembled. She’d long since come to terms with the dangers her father’s business represented. She was also aware of what they potentially faced in the coming days. Apparently it was worse than she thought if Kane had called in his friends from Fletcher.
“May I help you?” Mrs. Gibbles spoke through the screen door.
“I’m Joshua McKay. This is Aspen, my brother. We’re here to see the Jackson brothers.”
Mrs. Gibbles glanced to her left. Tyler rotated his hand in a circular motion, indicating he wanted her to move the conversation along. She attempted to look around the two broad men. “Who is in the vehicle with you?”
“Our wife, Vicky,” Joshua said. “Our brother Patrick wasn’t able to make the trip on short notice.”
She nodded and again she turned to Tyler for coaching. He whispered something to her, keeping his gun cocked in the air. “Mr. Tyler wants to see Mrs. McKay, please. I hope you understand. They’re taking extra precautions this morning.”
“Certainly,” Aspen said. He motioned for Vicky.
A minute later, Vicky stood on the porch. A feisty little woman, she traipsed up the front stairs with her strap heels dangling from her fingertips.
“Honey, this is Mrs. Gibbles, the Jacksons’ housekeeper.” Joshua glared at Mrs. Gibbles and as if he thought something was suddenly wrong, he muttered, “Get her out of here, Aspen.” He backed away from the door as if he’d determined they were about to be ambushed.
“That’s her,” Brianna said, pushing away from Flint and rushing the door. Jax caught her around the waist and stopped her.
Tyler stepped forward, made a show out of putting his safety on, and tucked his gun at the small of his back. “Thank you, Mrs. Gibbles.” He pushed open the door. “Come on in, fellas. My apologies for the alarm.”
“You’re sure it’s her?” Jax asked, holding Brianna against him.
“Positive.” She wiggled free of his grip and hurried to the door. “Vicky!”
“Well I never in my life…” Vicky rushed inside and grabbed her. After a hug, she held her at arm’s length. “Look at you. You’re absolutely gorgeous. No wonder these boys want to protect you.” She glanced at Joshua and then Aspen. “Oh stop acting pissed off. They were just looking after her. You two should understand that better than anyone.”
Introductions were quickly made and the McKays were invited to join them for breakfast. Once they were seated, Joshua said, “Kane says you’re expecting trouble.”
“That’s right,” Jax said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “I’m a little embarrassed here. I’m confident we can keep Brianna safe, but for whatever reason, Kane thinks you can help us more than we can help ourselves.”
“We’ve had experience dealing with legal matters,” Aspen said.
“We’re the kind of friends that don’t help you pull the trigger necessarily, but we’re damn good at hiding bodies.”
“Oh Josh, stop.” Vicky smiled, sipped her coffee, and patted Brianna’s hand. Turning sideways in her chair, she said, “Tell me about you, honey. How long have you lived here?”
“She moved in last night,” Jax said.
“Oh.” Vicky relaxed her grip on Brianna’s hand. “Well trust me when I tell you, being a damsel in distress isn’t always a bad thing. The best relationships in this life are often born and bred from hard times and dangerous beginnings.”
“She should know,” Aspen said. “We’ve gone through our share of them with Vicky, Peyton, and the girls.”
“The girls?” Jax searched their faces.
“We think of Ansley, Kimberly, and Trixie as ours as much as the Cartwells,” Vicky explained. “Thank goodness our own daughter hasn’t been in a lot of danger yet.”
“Don’t jinx us, Vicky,” Joshua said, taking a bite of a buttery biscuit. Around a mouthful of bread, he added, “We’re prepared to help. Kane filled us in. Now with that said, we always want to know Vicky is safe. In the event there’s trouble, we only ask for one thing. You boys protect Vicky just as you would protect Brianna.”
“You have our word,” Jax said.
“Why did you come here, Vicky?” Brianna asked. “It isn’t safe.” The last thing she wanted was someone hurt because of her, or more specifically, because of her father.
Vicky rolled her eyes and whispered, “Joshua won’t let me out of his sight.”
“Oh,” she said, immediately locking eyes with Jax. She couldn’t help but read his mind then. In twenty-five or thirty years, he’d be the same way about her, if he wasn’t already.
Joshua pulled free a white envelope. “Peyton forwarded the information you requested late last night. Rory Matthews, one of Trixie’s husbands, worked on this for you. He’s pretty accurate when he starts digging. He met us before we left this morning and told me to assure you everything you need is in that envelope.”
Jax held the information as if it were a golden ticket. He turned the envelope in his hands, studying it carefully before he finally folded it over and t
ucked it in his shirt pocket. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. I’m just the delivery guy,” Joshua said. “I hope everything you need to know is in there, son.”
Jax jerked at the reference. Joshua apparently noticed because he and Aspen shot one another a quick glance. After an uncomfortable silence, Vicky rose to her feet. “Well what can I do to help today?” She smiled at Brianna. “If you just moved in last night, maybe I can help you unpack.”
Tyler said, “She doesn’t have a lot of unpacking to do. Besides, I wanted to take her for a ride this morning.” When all heads turned to him, he added, “You’re welcome to come along, if you like.”
Vicky winked at Joshua as if she fully understood she’d only be imposing. “Tell you what, if you boys don’t mind, why don’t I take over kitchen duty and you let Mrs. Gibbles have the day off.”
“She wouldn’t want to take a day off,” Flint said. “She enjoys working. We’ve tried to give her a day off before and she seems hell-bent on staying right here.”
“Get rid of her,” Joshua said, buttering another biscuit.
“I don’t understand,” Flint said. “She’s not afraid.”
“It isn’t a matter of being scared, son. It’s a matter of protecting the women. When these boys from the city arrive, they’ll come bearing arms and they’ll come for a killing season. The fewer people we have to watch, the better.”
“How do I know my sisters will be safe?” Brianna asked.
“Ansley and Brock are on their way to pick up Nory and she’ll go back to Fletcher with them. Drina and Gemma refuse to leave, but Coco has agreed to stay at a friends’ house,” Aspen explained.
“Which brings up a point of importance. What do you know about Coco’s friend Brandon?” Joshua directed his question at her.
Brianna sat completely still, accepting the idea of being under a microscope. She could almost hear the silent fits her fellas were already throwing in their minds.
“Tell me we aren’t talking about Brandon Blazier,” Tyler said, resting his fists on the table, one on each side of his breakfast plate.
She bowed her head and took a deep breath. She’d already made a silent oath to always tell her men the truth, but this wasn’t her story to tell or theirs to hear.
“Brianna?” Vicky peered under her fallen locks. “Honey, you need to tell them where she’ll be so they can make sure those who are keeping her realize what they’re up against.”
“I can’t help but feel as if I’m betraying Coco, but I think Kane has already met him. Yes, Brandon Blazier’s place is where she’ll be staying.”
Jax clucked. “Damn. I hate that she’s messed up with those boys.”
“There’s more than one Brandon Blazier?” Joshua said, clearly joking.
“Unfortunately, there are quite a few Blazier brothers. They’re known around town.”
“How many of them are there?” Aspen asked.
“Don’t worry,” Tyler said, his face splotchy red as his anger reared its ugly head. “They have plenty of dudes over there to protect her. Fact is, I don’t know if they’d protect Coco or push her out in front of them.”
“This coming from the man who hid behind his housekeeper’s apron?” Joshua asked, smirking.
“Not a very good plan, I know, but we had her covered. My gun was cocked and aimed right at you. If you’d been one of the guys coming for Brianna, I would’ve taken your head off.”
“But in the meantime, Mrs. Gibbles would’ve been dead,” Joshua pointed out. “Now, with that said, we’ll do some research today to find out what kind of weaponry these fellas are known to use. I don’t know if you talked to Kane this morning, but as it turns out, the crew after your woman is actually out of Chicago. Their operations are in New York, but they have connections with a new outfit out of Chicago.”
“What does that mean exactly?” Flint asked.
“May mean something, may mean absolutely nothing,” Joshua said.
“What we fear is they’ll feel like they have something to prove,” Aspen added, finishing off his glass of orange juice.
“When you’re dealing with folks like this, there are two types to watch. One, those who have nothing to lose and tell you as much. Two, those who have something to prove and never mention it, they just show you what they can do.”
“Which type are we dealing with in this case?” Tyler asked.
“We don’t know,” Joshua said. “But Kane’s sources are pretty accurate most of the time and last night he discovered that the reason those guys walked is because someone had a half a million reasons to turn them loose.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Tyler’s anger resurfaced again.
“Any idea who could’ve been bought?” Aspen asked.
“It’s gotta be Andrew,” Tyler said, pushing away from the table and pacing. “The sheriff is getting ready to retire. He’s been as honest as the day is long.”
“But he’s retiring on a sheriff’s pension from small town USA,” Aspen pointed out. “Either way, we need to know if the locals are standing with you or will continue to turn their heads.”
“We only trusted Andrew. Most of the others over there are about as dirty as a farmer’s hands after a day of branding cattle,” Flint said.
“That explains why Kane didn’t want to involve the locals,” Aspen said.
“We really can’t,” Tyler said. “Andrew was trusted the first time around when our parents were killed. He showed up on our doorstep a few days later and said they were released on a technicality. Last night he called to tell us they couldn’t hold the dudes from New York citing there wasn’t enough evidence to hold them.”
Brianna shifted in her chair. Finally she said something that she’d never spoken aloud. “And Dad walked away without a scratch after my mother died. I’m not suggesting he had her blood on his hands, but he knew who was responsible. No one ever served a day in jail. Her death was ruled an accident.”
Vicky squeezed her arm. “Your mother was a beautiful person, inside and out. I know Peyton misses her and I miss hearing all the fun stories the Cartwell men used to tell about Ann. She was a firecracker, honey.”
Jax shot her a wink. “So now I know where you get your spunk.”
Chapter Sixteen
Instead of going for a ride, Tyler and Flint took her for a drive. They’d practically had to pry her out of Jax’s arms, but he finally agreed she’d be safer with them if they were out and about running errands.
They ran their errands, stopping at the grocery store for snacks, drinks, and Vicky’s grocery list, which was about as long as Tyler’s arm. Still, he hadn’t grumbled or complained. The McKays were there to help and if Vicky wanted to take over the kitchen, he wasn’t about to tell her she couldn’t. Outside of breakfast, Mrs. Gibbles wasn’t exactly an award-winning chef.
On their way home, Flint suggested they stop by the Nolichucky cabin and make sure they hadn’t left anything the day before. Tyler rolled his eyes, knowing damn good and well what his little brother had in mind.
They parked on the riverbank and walked around the area, acting as if they were actually looking for items when Brianna finally said, “I only had my phone with me yesterday.” She waved it in front of their faces. “And I still have it.”
“Hmmm…I can see that,” Tyler said, pulling her close.
At the same time, Flint scanned his credit card on one of the machines, entered an amount and hit save. “What do you say we check out one of the rooms here?”
Her pretty eyes glistened like a screen of lust fell over her heated gaze. “Why do I have a feeling you had this in mind the whole time?”
“Because we did?” Flint suggested, pushing the door back to showcase their private quarters.
The unit he chose had wide open space with log-lined walls and high ceilings. The living room was scarcely appointed with a futon bed, a couple of beanbag chairs, and a coffee table. Surprisingly enough, it was clean. The area smelled
like fragrant cleaner, but Flint had come prepared. He immediately grabbed one sack of groceries and sprayed down everything with a germ-free cleaner.
The bathroom was small but had a standing room only shower, toilet, and sink. The one bedroom had enough room to walk on either side of the double bed.
“Go on Mr. Germ-a-phobia. Grab our blankets out of the truck.” Tyler grabbed Brianna around the waist and tickled her like crazy while Flint hurried to their vehicle.
By the time Flint returned with the comforter and blanket, Brianna was down to her panties and bra, but stripping away those two items came easy once another pair of hands skimmed over her as well.
“You boys are so bad,” she teased, wiggling her ass and slipping her panties down her legs.
Tyler eyed that shapely ass and dragged her against his denim-clad cock now straining against his zipper. “Want me to show you how bad, how nasty it can get with us?”
She shivered. “Is that a dangled reward or a promised punishment?”
“Good question,” Tyler whispered, unhooking his belt and pulling it free of his loops. Before he could shuck his jeans and pull his shirt over his head, the little vixen was on her knees looking up at him.
“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t spank her now?” Flint asked.
Tyler laughed. “Because she’s smart enough to know who wants to go first here.”
“Hmm,” she hummed, peeling off his briefs and catching his cock in her mouth. Without asking for permission, she slid down on his shaft, pulling his cock to the back of her throat and torturing him by pinching his balls. Her fingers played with the skin under his scrotum and he was torn between scolding her for giving him head without his consent and letting her have her way.
She rubbed that full rack against his leg and wrapped one of her arms around his thigh, using the leverage to yank him forward. Her active tongue stroked his cock as she sucked. She massaged the head of his dick with the roof of her mouth and took extra pains to slide the thickest part of her tongue over the slit now wet with his excitement.
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