Stolen Property: The Abduction of Mayree Jacobs

by Melissa Harlow

  She pressed herself even tighter against him, her arms around his neck. Oh yeah, he had her now. Her arms felt perfect around him.

  She was breathless when he pulled his mouth away and sought out her ear. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life," he said.

  His chin rested against her hair and he breathed in the scent of her, never wanting to let her go.

  "Let me touch you, Mayree," he whispered, his hand sliding down her wide hips.

  Her eyes flew open, and he quickly silenced any protests she might have by kissing her again, as his hand slipped down beneath her scrub pants' waistband, into her panties, until he had it where he wanted it.

  She gasped against his lips as he touched her, and his cock twitched when he felt how wet she was.

  She tried to pull away but the wall kept her in place, she struggled, but his body was wedged between her legs preventing her from closing them.

  "Mmm, you are so wet," he said against her mouth.

  "Don't," she protested weakly, against his mouth.

  "Shh, my brother will hear you. He'll want his turn,"

  he whispered, knowing that would shut her up. There was no way Randy was touching her. This girl was his, all his.

  He slid his finger into her, as his thumb leisurely circled her clit. She was really tight. He pushed his finger in further until he reached the barrier of her 35

  virginity. His fingertip pressed gently against her fragile membrane. While he'd already been expecting this, it still stunned him. She was a virgin. He'd never in his life been with a woman who was a virgin.

  He teased her for a while, until he felt a hunger in the way she kissed him. Her breathing was sharp and ragged, and she stopped struggling.

  "I'm going to make you come with my tongue, Mayree.

  You need to be quiet so Randy don't hear you," he said into her ear.

  Quinn really didn't give a fuck if Randy heard her or not, he just wanted her to know he was going to make her come. He was already looking forward to the times when she would be really loud, moaning and whimpering.

  He knelt in front of her and roughly pulled down her pants and panties, and his fingers went back to work on her. She moaned softly when he withdrew his fingers, only to gasp when he touched her with his tongue.

  She was shaking violently as his tongue thrust deep inside her, then moved up and flicked at her clit. His hands caught her inner thighs, holding her spread apart as his skillful tongue melted her sweet innocent pussy into a throbbing, wet orgasm. Mayree moaned long and low, Quinn felt her hands twisting in his hair, as he stilled his tongue inside her until she was done twitching.

  Damn, she tasted sweet as honey.

  Quinn stood and pulled her panties and pants back up, noticing at how much darker blue her pretty eyes were now. Women had a way of looking even prettier to him after they had just come. Quinn couldn't ever remember seeing one prettier than this girl. His cock was leaking in his jeans. He kissed her deep, slow, and wet, knowing she would taste herself on his lips.

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  He smiled at her, certain he was the first man who'd ever made her come. In that moment he felt more like a man than he ever had in his entire life. "There's so much more where that came from, Mayree," he promised.

  Randy was coughing in the kitchen and Quinn reluctantly took her arm and led her out of the bathroom.

  After seating Mayree at the kitchen table, he poured himself another cup of coffee, leaning heavily on the counter, waiting for his erection to subside. "Do you want some coffee, Mayree?" he managed to say, after he caught his breath.

  "Yes," she said quietly. Her face was still flushed bright pink, and those eyes still were dark blue. He poured her a cup and sat down beside her, across from his brother.

  "Randy, I want this girl," Quinn said, trying to decide what to say to his brother. "She just, she only wants me," he was proud to say that. The fact that Donna had wanted them both had always secretly bothered him.

  "Not willing to share with your brother?" Randy said sarcastically. "She don't fucking want you, she thinks you're the one she needs to please so you don't fucking shoot her."

  Quinn felt a rush of possessiveness like he'd never known, "She knows I'm not going to shoot her. I won't let you have her, Randy. You blamed me for bringing her here, told me she was my problem, I'm keeping her."

  "She'll put me in jail too, and I get nothing out of it?"

  Randy said angrily.

  "Nobody is going to jail," Quinn said.

  Mayree was pale, tears sparkling in her eyes, staring at both of them in fear.

  "When the fucking cops come because she's being held hostage I'll be in just as much trouble as you, Quinn!"

  Randy snarled.

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  "She's not the kind of girl to be shared. She's never even been with a man before," Quinn said. Mayree was looking down at the floor.

  He watched his brother stare at her with renewed interest.

  "How do you know Quinn?" Randy asked.

  "I just know."

  Randy laughed and looked at Mayree. "If you've never been fucked you sure as hell don't want my brother to be the first one to do you. He'll fuck the hell out of you. I'm a little smaller, and a hell of a lot gentler, you might want to start with me."

  Quinn clenched his jaw. Randy was pissing him off, even though what he'd just said was probably true.

  "Randy, I already said I'm keeping her."

  "Okay Quinn, break her in if you want," Randy laughed.

  Mayree's soft voice trembled. "I just want to stay with Quinn," she said, meeting Randy's lewd stare.

  "You want Quinn? You want to stay here with him?"

  Randy asked her, as if the mere idea was impossible.

  She swallowed so loudly he could hear her before she spoke. "Yes."

  Randy looked at her skeptically. "You sure as fuck won't tell the cops that," he said angrily, jamming his feet into his boots. "I need a fucking cigarette!" The door slammed hard behind him as he went out.

  Quinn tried not to laugh. He was surprised she stood up to Randy like that. She wasn't interested in Randy, but he was sure she was interested in him.

  Quinn grinned at her. "I imagine he's pretty pissed off at me right now. I used to let him fuck my girlfriend, she liked it, I guess I never really did."

  Mayree was staring at him with a shocked expression on her face.

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  "Hey, she's the one who wanted it that way, not me."

  Quinn said, feeling the need to defend himself. "I never told her or Randy, but it bothered me, it bothered the fuck out of me." He drew his breath in, ashamed he'd admitted that out loud to this girl.

  Mayree didn't look as afraid now, but he could see she was definitely trying to think up some way to get out of her current situation.

  "Don't worry, I won't share you, Mayree, I want to keep all to myself," he said.

  "You can let me go. I won't tell anyone anything Quinn, I promise I won't," she said hopefully.

  "Now I do believe you told me outside you wanted me to keep you?" Quinn said. "You just told my brother you wanted to stay here with me."

  The girl lowered her head. "I know what I told him.

  This is just … I don't know. I can't even believe this is happening."

  Quinn put his finger under her chin and tilted her face up. "It's going to be alright, Mayree. I'm not going to hurt you. That's the last thing I want to do to you."

  The door creaked open as Randy came back into the house, he jerked the chair away from the table and sat down.

  "Fuck it, I don't want anything to do with this shit, Quinn," he said, still sounding angry. "It's bad enough you brought this girl here, now you're sitting here talking about who gets to fuck her. This is all fucked up."

  "Randy, listen, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all this shit. I don't want this to cause problems between us. You're the only brother I have now. You know I haven't had a woman since Donna died."

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ndy's face creased into a deep frown. "Fuck, I'm sorry, Quinn. I'm being a dick." He turned and looked at Mayree, and shook his head. "Just remember when 39

  you're talking to the cops, the only thing I did to you is brought you some fucking blankets. You want to take my brother down, you do it. His dumbass deserves it for even thinking of trying to keep you here."

  "What do you think about burying Jack out by the pond?" Quinn asked his brother, forcing himself back to the harsh reality of what had happened.

  Randy was looking down at the table. "What the fuck have we gotten ourselves in to, Quinn? Jack's lying in there, dead, and you're keeping this girl hostage." He looked up, and Quinn saw the pain in his eyes. "I'll help you bury Jack, then I think I need to leave for a while.

  I'm not mad at you, Quinn. I just need to be away from this bullshit. I want to go see Amy, have a normal life for a change."

  Quinn wasn't surprised. Randy had spent most of the last two winters in Florida with his on and off girlfriend, and with all the shit going on here he could understand him wanting to get out.

  "Think about what the hell you are doing! You can't keep this girl here!" Randy said. "She's going to end up putting us both away for life. Fucking kidnapping! This is some serious shit."

  "You got enough money to make it to Florida?" Quinn asked, trying to change the subject.

  "Yeah, I do," Randy replied abruptly. "I have to fix my fucking tail light first though," he added, glaring over at Mayree.

  Quinn turned his thoughts back to Jack. He and Randy had to bury their little brother, he didn't know if he was going to be able to get through today. Mayree had momentarily distracted him from his grief, but it weighed heavily on him. He felt responsible for what had happened, and the thought that Jack was gone forever was hard to comprehend. While Randy was his brother 40

  too, their relationship was an uneasy one. Quinn tried hard not to think about it, but it was mostly because of Donna. He was sure Randy blamed him for what had happened to her.

  Quinn forever had a special place in his heart for Jack, he knew Jack looked up to him, but he had always secretly admired his little brother's honesty and kindness.

  Jack wanted to be like their dad, be a farmer, make a living here, where they had grown up. The loss of their father had a huge impact on Jack. He was so lost without Dad. Dad had been Jack's whole world, since he had grown up without a mother.

  Quinn had tried to change after that, he'd wanted to be a decent role model for him. Over the last year he'd been slipping back to his old ways, scheming up new ways to get money. If Quinn had kept his regular job none of this shit would have ever happened, but he hadn't. He hadn't cared about much of anything for a long time. After Donna died he didn't give a damn anymore. Jack should have been enough for him to stay out of trouble. He should have never let his own grief and guilt cloud his judgment to the point where Jack was affected.

  He looked at Mayree sitting quietly at the table staring at her coffee cup. He wished like hell he hadn't brought her here in the first place. She didn't deserve this. It had been a snap decision to grab her. He was certain when he saw her walk out the emergency room doors that she was a nurse, and while he already knew just looking at Jack that there was no hope, he was willing to try anything if somehow Jack could be saved.

  Now that she was here, well, he sure couldn't see himself turning her loose. Not now. Maybe after they had a little fun together, maybe when he was done with her, he would drive her back to Weston. Maybe, but then 41

  again, she just didn't seem like the kind of girl a man would ever be done with.

  He still was amazed that last night he hadn't even seen how pretty she was. That had been the last thing on his mind, now it was so hard to ignore.

  He thought of how Jack had said she looked like an angel. Her face and eyes had a vulnerable innocence impossible to ignore. She had shed tears over his death.

  Mayree was capable of such sweet compassion, just like Jack had been. Quinn wished then he was more like Jack, not the horrible person he had become.

  Mayree looked nervously at Randy, "Thank you for bringing me blankets."

  Quinn was mad at himself he hadn't thought to do at least that much for her.

  Randy forced a smile, "I figured you'd be cold. Just remember what I said. It wasn't me who stole you."

  Quinn felt happy his brother was leaving. He'd be alone here, to enjoy Mayree Jacobs. He liked how Randy had used the word "stole" to describe how the girl had got here. Quinn had been a thief a long time, but he knew he'd never stolen anything that would give him as much pleasure as this pretty blue-eyed girl.

  "Mayree, I have to take you back downstairs for a while, Quinn said. He saw the disappointment on her face. "It won't be too long, but Randy and I have some things we have to take care of, and I can't keep an eye on you while I'm doing them" he spoke to her as tenderly as he could, and he could feel Randy staring at him in disbelief.

  Mayree was going to ruin his hard-ass reputation if he kept talking to her in front of Randy.

  She was crying again, damn it.

  He took her arm and led her to the cellar steps, and she moved down them dejectedly. There were things 42

  Quinn wanted to say to her, but not until they got to the root cellar, where Randy wouldn't hear him.

  Mayree went into the door and Quinn followed her.

  She stared at him, and he gestured to the blankets. "Sit down."

  She sat down and looked up at him expectantly.

  Quinn sat down facing her. "I'm not going to keep you down here, I promise. I just have to … I have to bury my little brother, I need some time. You have no idea how hard this is going to be. He was only nineteen years old."

  She nodded, her tears still streaming. Hell, his heart already ached over Jack, watching her cry nearly made him fall apart. He'd made such a mess of things, of his life, and now his fuck ups had cost Jack his life, and this innocent girl was going to be locked in the cellar, again.

  "I'm sorry Mayree," he said. "Believe me I don't want to leave you down here. I don't even want to be away from you."

  Her voice was choked with sobs, "Thank you for telling your brother what you did."

  Quinn sighed. "I only told him the truth. I don't want to share you."

  The girl held her face in her hands, crying. "I'm not yours to share. I'm not yours. I shouldn't be here."

  Quinn touched her face, her skin was so soft. He could hardly wait to feel her all over. "You are mine. You will be mine. I didn't mean for things to be this way, but they are."

  Her teary eyes blinked at him. "When can I go home?"

  she asked.

  "You are home, Mayree."

  "No, I'm not. I don't want to be here. I just want to go home. Please? I won't tell anyone about this."

  Quinn actually believed her when she said that. It was too late, lines had already been crossed. She was here, 43

  Jack was dead, and at the very least Quinn would enjoy fucking this girl. He had a feeling it would be much more than that. She was the one, the woman he was destined to meet. He hadn't picked her, fate had. Maybe Jack had.

  There was a reason she was here, something beyond the fact he had committed another of his royal fuck-ups, and acted on a stupid impulse.

  It almost surprised him how much he wanted her, he hadn't given much thought to sex for a long time. He'd had more than one chance to fuck Donna's younger sister. She had come around not even a month after Donna died, telling him she'd be there for him, and she'd always wanted him. She was all over him, and he turned her down without a second thought. She was a real bitch then, apparently she thought every man in the world should feel privileged to get between her bony legs.

  She still showed up once in a while, sometimes she left notes under the wiper blade of his pick-up truck.

  Skinny, creepy, little girl, she was nuttier than her sister.

  He'd never had any interest in her, had never wanted her.

  Donna's w
hole family was as crazy as she'd been.

  Quinn looked at the dark-haired girl with the teary face beside him. This was the one he wanted. "You are home.

  I have every intention of keeping you," he said.

  "Where are you going to keep me?" she asked, as if she really didn't want to know.

  He cupped her wet face in his hands. "I'd like to keep you in my room, in my bed with me, but it will be entirely up to you, if you want that."

  "I don't want that," she said, pulling away.

  "Mayree, you liked what I did to you. You don't have to be ashamed to admit it."

  "I don't want to sleep with you," she said, without looking at him.

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  "You want to come on my tongue again, don't you?"

  Her face was bright red now, and Quinn chuckled.

  "You already owe me for that. It felt good didn't it?"

  She looked down at the floor, and didn't answer him.

  Quinn laughed. "I know it felt good, I heard you. I felt you. It will feel good for me when you return the favor. I can't wait to feel that pretty mouth of yours on my cock."

  She raised her head then, the "fuck you" expression on her face was cute as hell. "Never," she said.

  "Maybe you do want to stay down here then," he said, trying to sound angry, but he was actually a little amused. She was a little bolder than he thought. Timid little Mayree was really getting to him. He had the feeling with a little practice she could wind up being a real hellcat in bed. Oh, and the fun he'd have teaching her.

  Hell, yeah.

  "So those are my choices, stay here in the cellar or sleep with you?" she asked.

  "Pretty much," he lied. He'd let her sleep in the spare room if she really wanted to, but he doubted it would come to that. Gut instinct told him she'd be ready and willing with the right coaxing.