“They offered to help out and the work around here won’t be ignored. You’ll have round-the-clock protection with me and my brothers.”
“Oh, for crying out loud!” Millie opened the door to get out of the truck. She stomped up the steps and the cowboys waved to her. She waved back then pulled out her house key to unlock the door.
Once inside, she fisted her hands together and grunted angrily.
“Why? Why is this happening? How could he keep doing these things? I can’t believe that Stewart is dead. No matter how much of an asshole he was to me, no one deserves to die like that. I can’t live in fear, Marco. I can’t do this. I’m going to lose my mind!” she ranted on and on, feeling so frustrated and angry, and then Marco pulled her into his arms and hugged her.
“Oh God, I’m sorry I’m being such a bitch. I don’t know what I’m doing. He’s got me crazy.”
“Shh, honey, it’s a normal reaction to all of this. You’re handling it quite well, actually.”
She pulled back ever so slightly, looking up and up until her eyes locked with his gorgeous blue ones.
“Kiss me, Marco,” she whispered, and instantly he swooped down and covered her mouth with his own. He kissed her thoroughly and then released her lips, lifted her up against him, and hugged her to him. Millie wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tight.
“I love you, sweetness, and I’m going to take care of you.”
She sniffled then kissed his neck.
“It’s crazy, but I love you, too, and your brothers.” Then she chuckled.
He pulled back a little, holding her up against him. She was half crying and half laughing.
“What is it?”
“That statement just sounded so odd and funny, yet perfectly sane.”
“That’s because it’s real and we all love you very much.”
Millie leaned forward and kissed Marco again.
“I’d better start making some coffee and pulling out food for dinner. I have the feeling this little cottage is going to be crowded very shortly.”
“Don’t bother. Just go pack some clothes for the next few days and anything else you might need.”
“What? Why would I do that?” she asked.
“Because you’re going to the Lewis estate.”
Millie placed her hands on her hips. “No, I’m not. You all have jobs to do and babysitting me is not one of them.”
“This is not up for discussion. You either come willingly or I’ll handcuff you and take you as my prisoner. Either way, I don’t care.” She was shocked. He stalked toward her, holding out a pair of metal handcuffs he retrieved from his waist.
“You know, I think I might like handcuffing you then bending you over that table of yours while I fuck you.”
Millie felt her cheeks warm and, damn it, her pussy flex with anticipation. He strode closer to her, gently using the handcuffs to caress along her arm and then her breast, tickling her nipple.
“As a matter of fact, I think when we get over to my place, I’m going to handcuff you to the bed and keep you there, spread open wide for my pleasure.”
“Oh God, Marco.”
“Yeah, baby, you, naked and bound with this pretty pink pussy dripping with your cream would drive me fucking insane.”
Marco rubbed the handcuffs gently between her thighs against the V of her legs. His other hand grabbed her left hip and he pressed against her.
“You feel how fucking hard I am? I’d keep you bound and aroused every fucking minute of every fucking day, Millie.”
He leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth. She weakened in his embrace as she grabbed on to his shoulders and held on to him. He released her lips to suck along her neck. Millie rubbed her mound against his cock. She gyrated against him until he held her hips in place.
“You ain’t gonna make me come in my pants like you did to Jeremy.” His Texas accent was extra thick, making her blush.
She shook her head and felt her cheeks heat. She was the one coming in her panties. If she were wearing any.
“You know about that?”
“Honey, there aren’t any secrets between us brothers. Plus, I saw Jeremy back at the house this morning while I was leaving. I asked him what he was doing back home and he carried on about some wild sexual fantasy come true. Anthony called me and told me what happened. You are some piece of work, darling, and tonight, we’re going to see just how wild and wet we can make you.”
He kissed her again, lifting her up so she straddled his waist. He was thorough and she felt on fire with need. Then he set her feet down onto the rug. As she turned toward the kitchen, he gave a light smack to her ass.
“Damn, woman, you sure can fill out a pair of blue jeans.”
That made her smile and forget for a moment that danger wasn’t too far from her doorstep.
Chapter 17
“Why are you making me do this? I don’t want to. I can’t take it anymore. Just kill me!” Dr. Perkins screamed as Frank held her face with one hand while he shoved the recorder near her mouth.
“Say it, bitch! Say it or I swear I’m going to cut you up in pieces.”
She cried out in pain and fear.
He squeezed her face tighter. He wanted to kill her. He didn’t need her anymore but for this one last thing to ensure his plan worked. She knew that, but what choice did she have?
“Now! Say the fucking words I told you to.”
She sobbed, her voice shaking as he hit the record button.
“This…this is Dr. Sheila Perkins. Oh, please, he’s going to kill me. He’s just outside the door. Please!” she screamed, and he pressed stop on the recorder then shoved her face away from him.
“Good girl. Now I can get everything ready.”
He stepped away from her, leaving the knife on the bedside table. She glanced at him. He was so lost in his vengeance and desire to get Millie that he felt invincible and didn’t even believe Sheila had it in her to defend herself.
Her arm was broken, her body bruised and battered, but she wasn’t going to die weak. Sheila knew she was as good as dead. She wished she could have helped Millie, but the poor woman wouldn’t have a chance.
Sheila reached for the knife.
“I hate you and you deserve to die. You’ll never have Millie. Ever!” she yelled as Frank turned toward her and laughed.
“You’re weak, woman. You don’t have it in you to kill. Put down the knife and shut the fuck up.”
Sheila felt the anger tear through her body. She shoved herself off the bed and lunged toward Frank. She knew the knife hit his side, but barely scraped it. He didn’t even flinch and now he was on top of her on the motel room floor with the blade at her throat.
“Now I get to say your line, doc, since I’m running this session.”
“What?”
“Time’s up, doc.”
* * * *
Marco pulled the cruiser up in front of his house thirty minutes later. There was Anthony, standing on the front driveway, talking with some other men. They weren’t familiar looking at all.
Marco gave a nod in their direction as he rounded the front of the car to open Millie’s door.
He placed an arm around her waist and led her toward the men.
Anthony immediately pulled her into his arms and hugged her to him.
“You doing okay, darling?” he asked in a husky voice, and she squeezed him back then tried to pull away a little. She wasn’t sure who these other men were.
As if reading her mind, Anthony introduced them.
“These are friends of ours. Kevin and Mathew Lawkins.”
“Howdy, ma’am.” Both men reached their hands out for her to shake. She did. They were very tall. Almost as tall as Marco.
“This is Jimmy and his brother, Taylor Morris,” Anthony introduced the other two men.
“Nice to meet you, Millie,” Jimmy stated.
“Nice to meet you all as well,” she replied, but she still wondered who they were.
> “Dalton called them so we could go over some security measures.” Marco offered the information. Anthony didn’t seem to want to tell her what was going on.
“Security measures?” she inquired then thought about Dalton. He had wanted to leave the dojo with Hank, but she had insisted that they remain working. She appreciated their concern and desire to be with her, but they had work, businesses, and lives, too. This threat from Frank shouldn’t make them have to change their routines.
“Yes, ma’am. We were in the service with Hank, Dalton, and Marco. We’re back home on some R & R and stopped by to talk with Dalton when he told us about the situation. We’re offering our time and services for when your men can’t be present,” Jimmy stated and he looked her over, as did the other three men. Then they smiled.
“I really don’t think that will be necessary,” Millie replied, feeling that she would need to discuss a few things with Marco and Anthony as well as Dalton, Hank, and Jeremy.
Then she felt Anthony squeeze her waist. He began to turn her toward the house.
“I appreciate you coming by. We’ll talk more later.”
Anthony reached to shake the men’s hands, and as Marco escorted them to their trucks, Anthony walked her into the house.
She was feeling a bit on edge. She didn’t like being told what to do or patronized. She thought she was handling the situation pretty damn well. As a matter of fact, she hadn’t had any time alone to think about what Frank had done and the fact that he could very well be headed here. If she thought on that too much, she would begin to panic.
The moment Anthony had her inside the house, he pulled her into his arms again and hugged her to him. She was surprised.
“Damn, Millie, I was so concerned. I couldn’t wait to hold you in my arms, too…”
He spoke against her neck then chin before covering her mouth, unable to finish his sentence. He ravaged her as he lifted her by her thighs and pressed her against the wall. She kissed him back, wrapping her legs around his waist, running her fingers through his hair, and absorbing his take-charge attitude.
In some distant part of her mind, she thought she heard the door open then close. Then Anthony slowly pulled his lips from her mouth while he cupped her right breast with one hand, while his other hand held her under her left ass cheek and against the wall.
“I’m not letting you out of my sight,” he told her, his brown eyes looking so damn dark they almost appeared black. He clenched his teeth. She could tell as his facial expression hardened. Millie caressed his shoulders and then his chest.
“You need to calm down,” she whispered.
He looked to the right, to where Marco stood with a similar expression.
“Calm down? How the hell could you ask me to calm down? I was worried sick about you. I can’t get the thoughts out of my head, Millie. He’s out there. He’s brutally murdered multiple people.”
“Put me down, Anthony,” she whispered to him. He grabbed her tighter, his hands on her hips, the bulge between his legs snug against her mound.
“No, I’m not letting you down. You look at me, woman, when I’m speaking to you.”
She was shocked by his tone, but she looked at him. Their gazes locked.
“You belong to me and my brothers. We are going to protect you and be here for you at all times. I am not going to take any chances.”
He was so dominant and bossy, but she wasn’t afraid of him. She knew that he cared for her deeply, just as she cared for him.
Millie reached toward his cheeks and cupped his face.
“You can’t let him get to you, Ant. You can’t give him that kind of control of you. It will eat you up and it will put a wall between the two of us. Please, baby, please listen to me. I love you.” She pressed her lips to his.
Anthony hugged her tighter then she caressed his cheeks as she slowly pulled her lips from his. She leaned her forehead against his forehead and he shook his head.
“Stubborn woman.”
“Stubborn man,” she countered, and he chuckled, then pulled her away from the wall and lowered her feet to the floor.
Marco approached with a smile on his face.
“I have to head back into town for a few hours. Anthony is staying with you. Jeremy will be home later as well as Hank and Dalton. We’ll work out a schedule.”
“We’ll discuss that together later, Marco. Your jobs come first,” Millie stated.
Marco wrapped an arm around her waist and hoisted her up against him. “You come first.” He quickly kissed her before he released her to Anthony and gave her a light smack on her backside. There would be no talking to Marco right now. Later on, when all the men were together, she would set them straight.
* * * *
Anthony locked the door then he grabbed her bag with one hand and her hand with the other as he led her through the living room to the stairs.
“Since I’m here to welcome you into our home for your stay, you get to sleep in my bed tonight.”
Millie chuckled. Anthony seemed quite pleased with the idea and she wondered if his brothers knew yet.
“How do you think the others might feel about that?”
“Oh, who cares? I’ve got you and that’s all that matters right now.”
Millie tightened her hold on his hand, making him pause at his bedroom door.
“They won’t get upset, will they?” she asked, worried about jealousy. Although they hadn’t minded sharing her one bit and were knowledgeable about ménage relationships, she wasn’t sure. This was the first and, God willing, the last time she would be in a relationship with five men.
He pulled her against his chest and stared down into her eyes.
“We enjoy sharing you and loving you. If we couldn’t handle it, we wouldn’t have started this relationship. Got it?” he asked in the firm, boss-like tone she was getting used to with Anthony.
“Got it, boss,” she retorted, and he chuckled as he pulled her into the bedroom.
“I think I like the sound of that.”
He tossed her bag to the side then grabbed for her, pressing her body hard against his own.
“As a matter of fact, I think you need some bossing around, especially here in my bedroom.”
Oh Lord, what have I just unleashed by calling Anthony boss?
He made quick work with his hands, divesting her of her clothing. She attempted to unbutton his shirt, but he was in charge and she couldn’t get a move in edgewise.
When he pushed her jeans down and saw she had no panties on, he tore his shirt from his chest.
“Fuck, baby, just knowing that you’re obeying our rules, especially this one, makes me so fucking horny right now. I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
She placed her hands on his shoulders for support as she stepped out of her jeans. Running her hands over his wide, muscular chest made her just as horny as he proclaimed. The manly dusting of brown hair along his pectoral muscles that led straight to his jeans made her lick her lips. She undid the button just as he reached between her legs to cup her sex.
Before she could get the zipper down, he was inserting a finger and stroking her.
Millie tilted her head back and tried to discard the jeans from Anthony. He helped her with his other hand then stepped out of his pants, all while he used his other hand to stroke her folds.
“So wet and hot for me, aren’t you, baby?” he asked, stepping forward to lick along her neck then jaw. He cupped her breast, massaging and pulling the mound to his liking.
“Oh please, Anthony, I want.”
“You want what?”
“This.”
She gripped his cock with both hands. One hand squeezed his balls while the other encircled his long, thick penis.
He moaned this time and added a second digit to her cunt, making her squirm and lift her pelvis toward him.
“I see you and I are going to be battling over who’s boss here, huh?” he teased.
“What makes you say that?” she asked in
a shaky breath while she continued to stroke him as diligently as he was stroking her.
“Enough.”
He pulled from her body, turned her around, and pressed her over the edge of the high mattress. Her belly muscles tightened as she hit the thick, fluffy comforter.
He used his legs to spread her thighs then gripped her hips.
“Get ready, baby, the boss is going to fuck you long and hard so you know who’s in charge.”
She was on fire with lust and desire for this man. His words heightened her arousal and she felt her pussy drip with cream.
“Oh yeah, you like being told what to do in bed, huh, baby?” He caressed her hair, gripped it, then released it, making her heart rate increase as she wondered how rough he would be. She had the feeling he was testing the ground to see what she would allow. So much for him being a boss and more so for him being her passionate, caring lover.
“I like that,” she whispered.
He leaned his body over hers, she felt him rub the tip of his engorged penis back and forth against her wet pussy from behind.
“You like what, sexy?” His warm breath collided with her neck, sending goose bumps along her spine. But she couldn’t answer him. She was nervous. She didn’t know if he would like it or love the fact that she wanted him to be a little rough. She needed it that way.
He grabbed hold of her hair and yanked it back just enough so she could see his facial expression. “You like it when I do this?” he asked, and she nodded. His brown eyes glazed over.
“I want you to tell me everything you like, Millie. I want you to tell me when something is too much or if I go too far. You hear me?” He yanked her hair again. She nodded.
“Say it.”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
He released her hair and stepped back slightly. She was disappointed. She needed him more than ever right now. She was so turned on just a stroke of his fingers would set her off. She was about to complain when she felt both hands glide along her thighs and up to her ass. He kneaded her flesh with his big, strong hands. Damn, were Anthony’s hands huge. He massaged her body all the way up to her shoulders then back down, reaching under her to pinch a nipple, surprising her.
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