She arched in his arms, aching for his touch, for his mouth on hers, his lips moving lower and finding the throbbing bud between her legs, the one pleading for attention now. She tried to reach down the length of her body, but he held her arm at her side. “Not yet, vixen.”
Understanding she could postpone things or move them along at a rapid pace, she whispered, “Tyler took my—”
“Talk dirty to me, sub.” He sat upright, pushing her gown up to her waist. His fingers danced inside her panties, right under her wet entrance. “Tell me everything I missed. Give graphic details.”
Her breath caught as he thrust his middle finger right inside her cunt, swirling gently one way or the other. “There we go.” He winked. “Tell me and I’ll keep doing what I’m doing, making you hot, making you need.”
His cock stretched out the terrycloth pants he wore. She could see the fine ridges in his swollen shaft and wanted to trace them with her tongue. Instead, she squeezed the finger inside her, pulsing around the lone digit. “Tyler fucked my ass. Flint screwed my pussy.” She didn’t bat an eye as she remembered the fulfilling moment they’d shared. “They rocked me between them. Tyler would throw me forward and Flint would push me back. They took turns entering me.” His finger stilled. She pulsed at emptiness, longing for his touch. “When we were all worked up, ready to come, they then fucked me at the same time.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes.”
“More than when there were three of us inside you?”
“No. Never.”
He yanked down her panties and stared at her pussy. “I’m punishing you now, sub. Do you know why?”
“No.” She shook her head, completely disappointed. She had been trying to do everything he asked of her, everything he wanted.
He spanked her pussy, giving her four solid wallops and pulling back and staring at her with wild wonder, that incredible look she’d learned to love so very long ago. He’d wanted her then. He’d ached for her. Now, that burning gaze bore into her with knowledge, but the look was nearly the same.
“Privately, you address me as Sir and I’ll address you as sub.”
“But not publicly, Sir?”
“No.”
“Why?”
He rubbed his hand over her heat, inserting another finger inside her and twirling it higher than before. “Because I don’t want a public relationship.”
“Oh,” she said quietly. “I see.”
His lips twitched. “No, you apparently don’t.” He curved one arm over her waist and used his free hand to brush her bangs away from her forehead. She loved that. God help her, she loved pretty much everything he did, but she wanted him in public as much as she wanted him in private. She didn’t want him to hide her, to be ashamed to let the world know that she belonged to him.
“You read what I was saying incorrectly. I want everyone to know you belong to me and when the time comes, we’ll collar you. Do you understand what that means?”
“In case you haven’t noticed, Vicky wears a collar.”
“I noticed. Do you like that?”
“Yes, but there are some things I don’t understand or perhaps don’t think I’d like to understand them.”
“Like?”
“Well, with the exception of breakfast, when Vicky eats with them, she waits at their feet until one of them or both of them give her permission to join them at the table.”
“I thought that was sexy as hell.”
“Did you?” She swallowed. She didn’t think so but maybe she would feel differently if they were alone.
“Yes, but I don’t want it for you.”
“If you think something is sexy, I want to try it. There’s nothing I won’t do for you.” Brianna meant it. She’d known it before their very first kiss, had known from the moment she’d realized she loved them all. Jax and his brothers could ask anything of her and she’d try her best to satisfy them.
“There’s nothing we won’t do for you, sub,” he said, pulling her gown higher and situating himself between her legs.
As soon as he was there, he went straight to work at his cause—to drive her crazy.
His tongue whipped around her clit as his hot breath skimmed her folds, suckling them one minute, tracing them with the tip of his tongue the next. Then, she felt his cheeks against her upper thighs and she nearly came as she thought of how close he was, how quickly things would soon heat up between them.
Turning his head right to left and back to the right again, he sucked and licked, lapped at her as if she were his life source or his nutritional value. He popped her pussy with his hand and she cried out in pleasure, loving the way her channel heated another degree hotter.
His loving didn’t stop there. He kissed her clit and rose over her, unfinished and far from satisfied. “Are you on the pill?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you take it like you’re supposed to?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Without another word exchanged between them, he threw his weight forward and pounded inside her, stroking her pussy with hard and uneven beats, pushing high and short-fucking her one minute, long-thrusting her the next. He throttled her with his cock, hammering out his lust, fighting her for control as she locked her legs around his hips and just enjoyed the hell out of him.
His face was at her breasts and he licked her nipples, trailing a kiss up her neck and across her face before coming to her lips. He then took her lips and body in time, stroking and kissing, fucking and thrusting.
Together they enjoyed an explosive end, crying out one another’s names and fucking until they couldn’t move, let alone come again.
Chapter Nineteen
The knock came at 2:00 a.m. and things were pretty quiet except for the racket coming from the McKay bedroom. Aspen shot Jax a quick smile when they each left their bedrooms and met in the hallway with their pistols drawn. Even with company on the doorstep and as a guest in the Jackson house, Vicky didn’t keep the noise level down. When the woman cried out, she practically sang at the top of her lungs and there wasn’t a doubt in the world. She and the older McKay were fucking like teenagers.
Hell, they were bringing down the damn walls.
“Joshua got a call from Kane. The Feds made it to Brianna’s place. We’re probably in good shape, too.” He nodded at Tyler and Flint who were walking up the back stairs about the time they’d reached the foyer. Flint peered out the oblong window next to the front door. “He flashed his badge. It’s them.”
He’d just thrown the lock and unchained the door when Jax moved aside the sheer curtain, peering outside as well. That’s when he noticed the chrome wheels on the SUV parked under the carport. “Hang on!”
But it was too late. The door was already opened. The fellows traipsed right on in, busting their way through with guns drawn.
“Where is she?” Handsome pivoted to the left. The other fellows quickly scattered and one of them shot off a couple of rounds.
Aspen fired off the first shot from the home team. Tyler managed three or four. The place was total chaos as a few other guys rushed the house. They were the new syndicate’s fellows and looked their part. They were mafia, mob guys, an outfit, whatever the hell someone wanted to call them.
Shots continued to ring out as Tyler, Flint, and Jax fought desperately to defend their home, leading the battle away from the front steps. A big fellow dove from a chair and tackled Jax. They threw punches, rolled under the dining room table, threw another round of punches and then went for Jax’s gun.
Jax won. He clutched the gun in his hand, praying for the Feds. He didn’t want to fire a killer’s shot. He didn’t want to end a person’s life. Still he wanted to protect his home, his woman…
Pow! Pow! Pow!
Tyler put the guy down like a rabid dog. He then grabbed Jax and pulled him out from under the table. “Don’t hesitate again. It could cost you your life. Now go! Get upstairs and cover Brianna!”
Jax ran through th
e kitchen, deserting the others in order to save Brianna. He leapt over a bench, one that must’ve toppled over when some of the perpetrators approached from the back.
He took the back stairs three at a time, in a panic, worried about Brianna, frightened of what he’d find. He sprinted down the second floor hallway. Releasing a hard breath as soon as he saw her room, he tried to regain some semblance of his composure. He didn’t want to scare her. He refused to let her see him sweat.
“Brianna!” His heart raced as he searched the empty room. “Brianna!” He couldn’t find her anywhere.
Remembering Joshua and Vicky had been in the guest room next door, he fled the bedroom and stalled at the doorway. In the distance, he heard Joshua’s voice. “You can’t have her. Now me? We can negotiate the terms for me, but you’re not taking her.”
“Where is she?” The guy demanded. “I’ll put a bullet in your woman if you don’t tell me where Brianna is!”
“Guy, I don’t know what kind of beef you have with Brianna’s father, but I can tell you right now the kind of beef you have with me is not one you’ll soon forget.”
Jax kept his back to the wall, his finger on the trigger. Spotting Handsome in front of the guestroom, he crept along, taking one easy step at a time.
“You tell me where she is and we can all go home here.”
“Can’t do it, boy,” Joshua said, apparently trying to anger the guy. “You need to step away from the room.”
“Fuck you!” Handsome turned and when he did, he came to an abrupt halt. He and Jax were face to face, both of their weapons drawn, steady, and aimed with a direct target in sight.
Jax had been wrong before. He could fire a gun with the intent to kill. He could kill and murder a man in cold blood if the man in question intended the same for Brianna. He could wash the blood off his hands later that night, curl up beside his woman, and know the reasons why he hadn’t hesitated.
He loved one woman and the woman he loved had an enemy, a man who had abused her, a man who had not only abused her, but also intended to kill her or at least hurt her again.
“You shouldn’t have come here.”
“Says the pretty boy with cowboy boots that are as polished as my leather shoes.” He laughed. “I bet you couldn’t rope a steer, much less shoot that gun.”
“Says the man I roped and left in a field?” Jax snarled. “I wouldn’t bet on that, if I were you.” He took a step forward.
Handsome took one back. “Where is she?”
“At the moment, your guess is as good as mine.”
“You’re telling me she isn’t here?”
“If I had to guess, her father came in and saved her,” Jax said, trying to keep a straight face. The only place Alberto was about right then was somewhere hiding and letting everyone else handle his problems. He aimed his gun a little higher. He didn’t need Alberto or anyone else taking care of Brianna. He had this. He took another step.
Handsome backed up a little more. “It’s a shame she dragged you and your brothers into this mess. Just a real shame. You seem like nice young men. Good guys. But her daddy whored her out to us and we’ve come to collect.”
“What do you mean, he whored her out to you?”
Handsome snarled. “He’s broke, asshole. And when he couldn’t get the money he needed to pay an installment payment, he told my boss to give him eight more days or he would give him one of his daughters. As you can probably guess, those eight days came and went. No money. No daughter. We came to collect what is ours. Brianna just made it easy for us.”
Jax swallowed as this man’s truth smacked him in the face. If this guy was telling the straight of it, the men would keep coming. They might shake off one group, but the mob would send another.
About that time, three shots were fired. Blood splattered on the side of Handsome’s head and brains splashed against the wall. Joshua walked out of the bedroom, gripping Vicky’s hand. “Let’s go find Brianna.” Joshua kept Vicky close to him, refusing to let her look behind her, as they rushed down the hall, opening and closing bedroom doors.
“We’re clear down here!” Aspen yelled.
“All clear here,” Tyler said, approaching from the end of the hall.
“We can’t find Brianna,” Jax said, frantic.
He had promised to keep her safe. He’d taken her away from her home stating they were better equipped to protect her there. No one could breach their security system. No one could get in or out without their knowledge.
“What the fuck went wrong!” Kane Cartwell entered with the Feds on his heels. He stepped over bodies and bounded up the stairs. He glared at Joshua. “Where is she?”
“Kane, I don’t know. We got the man who hurt her and he didn’t know where she was and I believe that. He kept demanding to know where to find her. Maybe she’s hiding somewhere.”
“That’s it.” Flint pushed by them and raced to her bedroom and ran into her closet. Once there, he swung open the cabinets and reached behind her new dresses, the formal gowns they’d purchased so she had something for every occasion. He felt for the lever and yanked it up.
Brianna practically leapt into his arms, breathing hard and crying like crazy. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come for me. I was scared you wouldn’t remember.” She climbed him like a ladder.
Flint held on to her, clinging to her waist and burying his face in her hair. “I remember everything about you—every conversation, every look, everything, Brianna.”
“He also built those cabinets,” Tyler reminded her as he took her away from Flint and kissed her. “Don’t ever scare us like that again.”
Jax stroked the back of her head. “Don’t pay any attention to him. You did the right thing. In this case, I’m thankful for the terrifying moment. As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters.”
Chapter Twenty
The Feds didn’t leave until the next day. Stating they had reason to believe their father had pulled off a major heist, hitting several different mob families for a total of one billion dollars plus in damages, one of the agents explained what dangers they’d soon face. The agents suggested safe houses and they all declined, stating they wouldn’t leave their home and everything familiar. The agents gave Brianna and her sisters their business cards, shook hands with all men present, and left.
“Our futures sound bleak if you believe those guys,” Gemma said, turning to Kane. “Don’t you think they’re just trying to scare us?”
Peyton and Vicky, who had been on the sofa reminiscing about their club days, stopped talking and Peyton said, “No, young lady, I don’t. Kane doesn’t.”
“Kane can speak for himself.” Kane walked over to the foyer and said a few words to Brandon who had appeared there for whatever reason. He nodded and left. “Brandon had a few things to do and since I’m not real concerned about the Blaziers and how well they can protect Coco, I wanted to talk to the rest of you in private. Coco gave us permission to keep Nory over in Fletcher.”
The whole place rumbled with racket. Brianna, Gemma, and Drina argued amongst themselves.
Finally Kane spoke up again and said, “Look, like it or not, Nory is not an adult. The Feds are positive you haven’t heard the last from this bunch and I happen to agree with them. I believe they’ll strike again soon. Why would you put Nory in danger when she’s just a child?”
“She’s not a child. She’s a teenager.” Drina crossed her arms. “Besides, what kind of example do you think you can be at your ages? I mean, we’re more equipped to handle Nory than you are. She loves us. She doesn’t want to be separated from us.”
“Have you—”
Vicky placed her hand on Peyton’s forearm and she stopped talking. Peyton apparently felt Vicky was better equipped to handle this situation. Vicky said, “Drina—it is Drina right—have you talked to Nory? Have you ever asked her how she felt about the situation?”
“Why would I ask her? Remember, according to you guys, she’s just a child.”
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p; “I believe that, too. I also remember when your mother died. I recall how Kane, Braden, and Evan wanted to come to Tennessee and just offer you anything and everything you needed. They did that, by the way.” She glanced around the room. “I don’t know if you’re aware of that or not, but they came and offered to move all of you, handle your school transfers, everything. Coco turned them down and Alberto discouraged it. Now I don’t know how things work in the mob world, but I can tell you how things work in our world, over in Fletcher. Over there, we might as well be royalty. Everyone looks out for the Cartwells and McKays.
“The biggest difference I see is one you should consider yourselves. Over there, the cops are in our hip pockets. Over here, there seems to be a slight problem figuring out who has been bought, who doesn’t have a price, and who wouldn’t know the going rate if it was calculated in front of them. My point is—”
“I was wondering if you had one,” Kane said, teasing her.
“Give me a minute, Cartwell,” she snapped, but grinning all the same. “Girls, think of your sister. Brianna, really, this shouldn’t even concern you and Coco. From what Peyton has told me, Coco spends a lot of time over at the Blaziers’ place and you’re moving in here unless I missed something somewhere. So that only leaves Gemma and Drina at home.” Vicky studied the sisters. “Girls, as much as this may hurt, I have to point out the obvious. You both left Brianna in a night club where she could’ve ended up dead.”
“What a bitch play,” Gemma drawled.
“Here now. Show some respect,” Joshua said.
“It’s okay.” Vicky glanced at Joshua and then studied Gemma again. “I agree with you, Gemma.” She smiled sweetly. “And honey, if you think that was a bitch move, I’m sure you’ll dislike this one. You also drove off the mountain drunk, hardly an example for a child.”
“Did you tell her that?” She attacked Brianna. “Did you?”
“No.”
Peyton spoke up. “She didn’t have to. Kane went to the bar and talked to everyone there before he called in the Feds.”
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