by Chloe Lang
She gasped.
“Breathe, baby. Breathe.”
She nodded and began pushing back into his hand, letting him know she was ready for his cock, and he was ready to claim her ass.
He parted her cheeks and shifted his hips until the tip of his dick was touching her anus. “Ready, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” she answered meekly.
“Take a really deep breath for me and hold it.”
She obeyed, which only added to his overwhelming desire for her. She’s perfection, through and through.
“Now, let it out nice and slow.”
Again, she complied instantly.
When he knew she was about out of breath, he slowly pushed his cock just inside her virgin depths.
She gasped, and he felt her ass tighten like a vise around his shaft.
“Easy, baby. Keep breathing.”
“Like this,” she panted.
“Yes. Slow and easy. Very good. How do you feel?”
“I feel wonderful. I feel great.” She shifted back into him, taking in a fraction of an inch more of his cock.
“I think she’s telling the truth, buddy.” Lance had a keen sense about people and clearly could read Danielle like an open book.
“Ready for more, sweetheart?”
“I am,” she confessed.
He sent his cock all the way into her beautiful body. She’s mine. This moment is her first time for anal. What a gift she’s given me.
Lance began licking her pussy, and she began writhing like mad.
Chuck’s lust was off the leash, and he thrust into her willing body again and again. He grabbed on to her sides and continued his plunges, enjoying the feel of taking her this way.
In and out. Again and again.
He could tell she was getting close from Lance’s oral play and his anal assault.
He whispered in her ear. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you tighten your perfect, soft body around my cock.”
“Oh God. Yes. Yes. Yes. ” Hearing her screams of ecstasy was all a man could ask for. She embodied absolute feminine perfection.
He, too, was close. Two more strokes into her ass and he came like he’d never come before.
This was more than just sex. This was about Danielle and her gift to him. This was about the connection he felt with her. It was deep.
He could never let her go. Not now. Not ever.
Chapter Twelve
Danielle kissed Lance, who was awake. She could hear Chuck breathing softly, letting her know he, on the other hand, was still asleep. The sun was just peeking over the horizon.
Lance’s loving gaze on her gave her a sweet tingle in her belly. “What are you thinking about, sweetheart?”
“Elephants,” she answered with a giggle.
His eyes widened. “Elephants? Why elephants?”
“It was a dream I had the night I met you and Chuck.”
“Meeting us made you dream about elephants? I don’t get the connection.”
She told him about the documentary and about the erotic dream she’d had.
He laughed. “Now I understand. I like Africa. Have you ever been?”
She shook her head.
“I think Chuck and I will have to take you there. There’s nothing like a photo safari.”
“I would love that, Lance. You know what else I love?”
“What?”
“Sex,” she confessed, grinning. “Sex with you.”
“And with me.” Chuck kissed her shoulder. “I hope.”
“You’re awake. Yes. I love sex with both of you.”
“Is it just sex? Are we just your boy toys?” Lance teased.
“You are definitely not boys. You are men.” And what men they were. Her heart swelled just being between them. “But no, it’s not just sex.”
“For me either, baby.” Lance’s face seemed to glow with happiness. “I came to Wilde for what I thought was going to be another crazy party hosted by Michael, but what I found was you, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. This isn’t just a passing fling for me. I love you, Danielle.”
She offered her lips to him, which he took greedily. She felt tingly all over. “I love you, too.”
Chuck stroked her hair. “Sweetheart, I’m a different man than I was when I arrived. You changed me. Everything up to this point in my life was leading me to you. I never believed in magic before, but now, with you, I do. I want you. Nothing compares to you. I love you.”
Her heart was his and Lance’s, now and forever. “I love you, Chuck.” She kissed him and he wrapped his arms around her.
Back and forth, she continued kissing her men until her lips throbbed. She couldn’t get enough of them. She finally had a real family. She finally felt loved.
“I love you, Danielle,” Lance said, once again.
Chuck grabbed her hand. “I love you very much, baby.”
No matter how many times they told her, she would never tire of hearing those words from them.
“I love you both. With all my heart.” She kissed them and scooted off the bed. “My turn to make the coffee. You’ve spoiled me. It’s my turn to spoil you.” She slipped off the bed and grabbed a robe.
“I wonder if Michael and Harry are awake,” Lance said. “If not, you wouldn’t need the robe.”
She placed her hands on her hips. “Lance Archer, you’re a bad boy.”
“Wait a second, baby. You just told me and Chuck we weren’t boys, but were men. Which is it?”
“Both.”
“You’ve got a body that should be on display. It’s beautiful. I’m sure the two gay guys would appreciate it, too.”
Chuck nodded. “But not as much as we do, buddy.”
“They better not.” Lance grinned. “I wouldn’t mind showing you off, but only me and Chuck will touch you. That’s a hard line for me.”
“Me, too,” Chuck said firmly.
She saluted. “That’s why I’m wearing the robe, Sirs. You never know. Michael and Harry might be closet straights.”
They all laughed.
“Stay inside,” Lance demanded, which excited her in the oddest way. “I checked the perimeter of the house about an hour ago. All the doors and windows are secure. The alarm is back on.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She headed into the kitchen and found Harry reading the paper. “You’re up early. Where’s Michael?”
“In the shower. Coffee is made. Are your guys awake?”
Your guys. She liked the sound of that. “Yes, but I want to bring them their coffee in bed.”
“Good girl. Keep your men happy.” Harry pointed to one of the upper cabinets. “There’s a tray in there you can use. Mugs are to the left of the sink. I’m surprised they trust you with coffee. Didn’t you spill tea on them the day you met?”
She grinned, recalling the incident. “Things change.”
“Like your feelings for them?”
“Yes. What about you and Michael? Will you be tying the knot soon?”
“I love him, but I’m just a mechanic from Elko. He’s a billionaire.” Harry put down the paper. “What do I have to offer him?”
“Everything, you nut.” Michael walked into the kitchen. “You changed my life. I can’t imagine a single day without you in it. I told you that you don’t have to work on cars anymore.”
“Was that a proposal? I’m sorry, mister.” Harry grinned. “I guess I missed that.”
“Michael, do you want to marry him?” she asked, uncaring how bold that might be. Her heart was still soaring. She’d found love. She wanted the whole world to experience what she was feeling.
“Of course, I do.”
She put her hand on his shoulder. “Then ask him the right way. Get on your knee.”
“You’re right, Danielle.” Michael kissed her on the cheek and then stepped in front of Harry.
“You’re really going to do this?” Harry’s eyes were wide and the smile on his face revealed how happy he was.
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“Yes.” Michael got down on one knee. He grabbed Harry’s hand. “Will you make me the happiest man in the world, Harry? Will you marry me?”
“I will. Yes. Of course.” They kissed.
Danielle left the newly engaged couple, carrying the tray of coffee back to her men.
* * * *
Peering through binoculars, Miguel crouched in the bushes, staring at the window he’d seen Danielle pass by moments ago.
Late last night, he’d followed the owner of the diner here after overhearing her talk to the cook about his stepdaughter. She was staying in the home of two queers and was being watched by two other men.
Several times since midnight, he’d seen one of the bodyguards the woman had mentioned were protecting Danielle walking around the entire massive home. Miguel had remained far enough away and concealed that the bodyguard hadn’t detected him during his surveys of the area.
Counting the one who came outside from time to time, there were four men surrounding Danielle.
I always knew she would be a fucking slut.
Four to one wasn’t ideal, but he needed the book.
An idea occurred to him how he could turn the odds in his favor.
* * * *
“Coffee is served, gentlemen.” Danielle placed the tray on the mattress.
Lance pulled her into his muscled body. “Who you calling ‘gentlemen?’”
Chuck reached over and tugged on her hair. “You know better, or shall we prove to you again what we’re capable of?”
“Absolutely, but later.” She couldn’t contain herself one second longer. “I’ve got news, and it’s wonderful. Michael just proposed to Harry and he accepted. They’re going to get married.”
Chuck smiled broadly. “That is good news. I’m thinking about settling down myself.”
Her heart began to pick up its pace.
Lance kissed her. “Me, too, buddy. White picket fence, nice house, the whole package.”
She began to tremble with joy. “Who’s the lucky girl?” Before they could answer, her cell rang. “Damn. Now I’ll have to wait to find out.” She brought her phone to her ear. “Hello.”
The voice she heard made her blood turn icy in her veins.
“Hey, little girl. It’s your daddy. Don’t tip off your fuck buddies or your mother dies, understand?”
“Yes,” she choked out, trying to remain calm. Would Miguel actually kill her mother? She wasn’t sure but couldn’t take the risk. Though her mother had never made a move to save her, Danielle wasn’t about to do anything that would endanger her.
“Very good. Listen carefully. Your mother is at your house tied to a chair in your kitchen. You know what I want. I want my book. The one you stole from me.”
“Why?” She could see the concern on the faces of Lance and Chuck growing. Even though she was glad they were here, she needed to hear Miguel out first before she told them he was on the other end of the call.
“Like you don’t know.”
“I don’t know anything.”
“By now, I was sure you would’ve had it appraised. Two days before you ran away, I found an appraisal for the book in Pauline’s desk. When I saw it in your hands, I thought you’d seen it, too. God, I forgot how stupid of a bitch you could be.” His evil tone sent a chill up and down her spine. “It’s a first edition and very rare. Back then it was valued over a million dollars. No telling what it is worth today.”
She had no clue that Pauline’s gift was worth that kind of money. No wonder Miguel wanted it so badly.
“Bring it to your house. Alone. Be here in ten minutes or your mother dies. If you don’t do as I say, I will burn your house down with Merle in it.”
“No!”
Lance jerked the phone out of her hand. “Who is this?” he demanded. “The line is dead.”
“Oh God, he’s going to kill my mother. It was Miguel. He has my mother at my house. He wants my book. I gotta go, now. He said ten minutes.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Chuck stated flatly. “We are.”
“I’ll call the sheriff.” Lance put on his clothes fast. “I’ll have him meet us at Danielle’s house.”
“Michael,” Chuck yelled, finishing dressing. “Get in here.”
Michael ran in with Harry right behind. “What’s going on?”
“We’re headed to Danielle’s house. Her stepfather is there with her mother. You two stay here with her. Get your guns.” Lance meant business. “Take care of our girl.”
“Our guns are in a room upstairs. I’ll get them.” Harry ran to retrieve his and Michael’s weapons.
“Take my book.” She felt her heart pounding in her chest harder than it had ever done before.
Lance shook his head. “That’s your treasure.”
“It is, but my mother’s life is worth more than this.”
“After all she did to you?” Chuck asked.
“Yes.” Until now, Danielle hadn’t known that about herself. “She’s still my mother.”
Lance grabbed the novel. “We’ll only use it if we have to.”
“We’ll take care of her, guys,” Michael said. “Go.”
Lance and Chuck bolted out the door.
Anxious and unable to just sit and wait, Danielle got one of the outfits she’d brought with her out of the closet. “Can you turn around?”
“Sure.” Michael’s face was more serious than she’d ever remembered seeing it.
Slipping on her clothes, she heard two gunshots. She gasped.
Michael pulled her to his side. “Quiet.”
They listened for any other sound, but heard nothing.
“I’m going to check on Harry. You go get in the closet. Text Lance and Chuck. I’ll be right back.”
Her pulse raced in her veins. She crouched down in the closet, leaving the door open just a crack so she could see out. “Michael, my gun is in my purse. Take it with you.”
He nodded, turning to the nightstand.
She sent a text. 911 – Miguel tricked us. Come back. Gunshots.
She looked up from her cell and saw Michael reaching into her purse just as Miguel appeared at the door.
He fired his gun at Michael, who fell to the ground with a thud.
Oh God. Not again.
She placed her hands over her mouth, praying the monster wouldn’t hear her or see her. Through the sliver of the door and its frame, she saw the man she’d feared her entire life. His jeans were covered in blood. Apparently Harry had shot him. What about Harry?
Miguel bent down over Michael. “Motherfucker, where is Danielle? You’re hiding her. Tell me where she is.”
“Never,” Michael choked out, holding his shoulder.
“Too bad, asshole.” The bastard placed the barrel of his gun to Michael’s head.
The image of Miguel standing over Pauline with the lamp all those years ago burned fresh in her mind. She couldn’t let Michael suffer for her mistake. Time to stop running.
“Stop!” She opened the door. “I’m here.”
Miguel twisted around and faced her. “Just like your fucking mother. A goddamn bitch.”
“Take what you want and get out of my house.” Michael glared at the man. The bullet had hit his shoulder, and she could see the dark stain of blood expanding on his shirt. He needed to see a doctor as soon as possible.
Miguel kicked him in the head. “Shut your fucking mouth, queer. Yes, I heard who you were at the diner. They love you in this town. I don’t. One more word and I will put a bullet between your eyes.”
“You want that book, Miguel?” She shoved her fear down as best she could. Their lives depended on her keeping her head. “You better back off.”
“Where’s my fucking book, bitch?”
“Let us go and I will give it to you.”
“You’re in no position to negotiate, Danielle,” Miguel’s tone softened. He limped forward one step. The wound Harry had given him in his leg continued to bleed.
“You need
a doctor. You’re bleeding.” Michael needs one, too, and probably Harry does as well.
“So?” He pointed to his shoulder. “This gunshot wound that old lady at your house gave me didn’t keep me down.”
“So you were the guy on the motorcycle. Maude shot you.” Keep him talking, Danielle.
“Now you’re getting it.” His lips twisted in a horrible grin. “All fixed up and good as new. You can’t keep me down, Danielle. You can’t stop me. Haven’t you learned anything, or are you as stupid as you were before? Now, you either tell me where the book is or I will start shooting. First in your legs. Then in your arms. If that doesn’t get you talking, I will kill this motherfucker on the floor. I can make this easy or I can make this hard. The choice is yours.”
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Michael slowly reaching for her purse, which had fallen to the floor. He’s going for the gun. “Okay. I’ll tell you, but you need to calm down.”
“I’m very calm. On the count of three,” the creep said. “One.”
Michael’s fingers were touching the clasp of her purse.
“It’s in the kitchen,” she blurted out, hoping to buy time.
“You never were a very good liar. Two.”
Her heart jumped up in her throat. “Wait. Don’t do this. Please. It’s at my house. You told me to take it there.”
Miguel glared at her. “I told you to take it there. Who has it?”
“Lance and Chuck,” she confessed, seeing Michael’s hand go into her purse.
Miguel stepped to the side and stomped on Michael’s wrist. She heard bones cracking.
Michael groaned in pain.
“Good try, amigo.” Miguel kept his foot on Michael’s wrist, but turned his attention back to her.
Miguel was no longer between her and the door. She wanted to run to it, but knew he would shoot her before she could make her escape for help.
“Now I don’t need you anymore. Your fuck buddies have my book. A delay, but I will get it. Time to rid the world of a worthless piece of shit. Good-bye, daughter.” He aimed his gun at her head.
I’m going to die and he’s going to hunt down Lance and Chuck. I’m so sorry, my loves.
